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He thinks would not multiply Will’s hands into mythology and lose the severe beauty of their limits. Let Briareus hold the stones and oceans. Let him encompass every brother and enemy at once. Hannibal wants two hands, and therefore the necessity of choosing; two hands, and therefore the possibility of being chosen; two hands, and therefore every touch a sacrifice of all the places Will might otherwise have placed them. He wants the hand that could crush him, he wants the hand that has crushed others and dreams of crushing him. He wants Will’s hands, these hands, to shape all his stray desires.
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Will's eyes skim up and down Hannibal's body in lewd strokes, gaze catching on the specialty black high heels curled around Hannibal's feet. Will's arousal is already starting to tent his pants. His eyes grow predatory and dark as they skim up Hannibal's bare calves, his bare thighs, all the way until his view is obscured by light pink frills and cherry red ribbons.
The high heels had to be custom ordered. The apron too, with its plaid pink design and cherry embroidery. The apron only meets mid-thigh, length made risqué by the pleats that line the lower portion. The top part barely covers his nipples, chest hair peaking out in a swath of silver—not that Will seems to mind.
The apron is perhaps more feminine than Hannibal prefers, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
When Will becomes distracted by a new killer on the block, Hannibal resorts to drastic measures to regain his husband's attention.
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darling, the rest of my body, it's yours, then. by bucktoothmcgee
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
01 Jun 2026
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In which Hannibal and Will never quite let go of each other after the fall.
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12 Jun 2026
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Anger is cruel and fury overwhelming, but who can stand before jealousy? (Prv. 27:4)
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10 Jun 2026
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“It’s not right, you looking this way,” Will growls low in his ear.
“And how do I look?”
Will chuckles, a dark, mean sound, void of any humor and answers with a clue to his actions.
“Not enough like mine.”
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30 Apr 2026