WILL PUTS HANNIBALS HAND ON HIS HIP iām fucking deadĀ
in seriousness im never gonna interpret this as anything but hugh dancy being like THIS IS IT BITCH RIDE OR DIE but i still hope that will physically placing hannibalās desperate shaky uncertain hands on his body becomes a fic trope
āYou can kiss me,ā Will says quietly.
Hannibal does not look at him as he secures the fresh bandage, he has barely looked at him once since their brutal tumble and subsequent survival.
At first, Will thought it was anger, but after watching Hannibalās hands shake every time he redresses his wounds, hearing the soft little breaths every time there is the slightest accidental graze of skin, he realizes it is far from anger.
The great and fearsome Hannibal Lecter is nervous.
It was more shocking to him when he discovered the man ate people.
Shyness fits him well, it adds a lovely glow to the sharpness of his features, brings his beauty into starker relief. On more than one occasion, Will has caught himself being stared at, and it is not the wolfish devouring gaze he has been accustomed to. Now, Hannibal looks at him as though he is precious and holy, an idol that he is unworthy to be in the presence of.
Initially it had been charming and somewhat helpful as Will broached the thorny conundrum of his sexuality. It kept them at armās distance while Will decided if his desires to touch Hannibal were fleeting with the rage of the kill, or a new weightier permanence tied to the man himself.
He knows, after watching and being watched, that it is the latter. He had hoped that time and proximity would ease Hannibalās vulnerability, coax him into more confident touches, but he remains tentative and uncertain.
It brings them here, now, to a quiet bedroom and healing scars, inches apart with a gulf remaining.
Close it, Will thinks, and repeats the words again.
Hannibal appears to have forgotten his own breath. He blinks once, twice, and when he finally looks at Will, his eyes are lost and wet.
āWill, I-ā he shakes his head and looks away, standing to pack his medical kit.
Will wraps a hand around his wrist and stands with him.
Eyes and hands as steady as Hannibalās are not, Will guides trembling fingertips to his mouth and gently kisses each in turn. He draws Hannibalās hand to cup his undamaged cheek, holds it there, pressing with his own palm.
When he removes his own hand, Hannibal moves to do the same, but Will catches it.
Still, he seeks permission.
Taking both of Hannibalās hands now, he sets them to his shoulders, holds. Then further down to his waist, holding still again. A little lower, to his hips, and Will steps in to break the distance between them, tucking his head under Hannibalās chin.
He releases the shaking hands under his own and slips arms around Hannibalās waist, squeezing with gentle insistence. After several aching moments of stillness, he finally feels a light pressure in return.
He stays in the embrace, breathing even and smooth whilst Hannibalās heart pitches wildly under his ear.
When he looks up he is unsurprised to see tears. He catches Hannibalās face between his hands and strokes the wetness away with his thumbs. His eyes close, wholly undone by the overwhelming nearness, and Will sighs a laugh against him.
Holding him still, Will pushes to his toes and kisses him, a brief little thing. It is enough to draw a sweet whimper from Hannibal, a delicate broken noise that somehow knits together all the sorrow they have ever felt and draws it into something lovely, ephemeral and new.
āMay I kiss you again?ā Will asks, and Hannibalās hands splay out spasmodically before clutching back at his hips, cinching him just that tiny bit closer.
āYes,ā Hannibal breathes, his words barely felt in the chill winter air.
Will presses their lips together again, soft and warm, slowly melting away the fear with each kiss. Hannibal molds to him, shyness stripping away as his hands still their trembling, parting his lips under Willās and deepening, filling, joining.
It is so beautiful it hurts, cracking his chest open and raw. He sobs into Willās mouth, but the pain that tugs at his heart finds itself healed with every beat of Willās against him.
He loves him so completely, and every fragile kiss proclaims it deafeningly.
āI know,ā Will whispers in return.
He pulls one of Hannibalās hands free, holding it firm to his chest, and the steady thrumming into his palm tells him everything yet unsaid.
it is so strange to me when people tell me they never had an ancient egyptian phaseā¦like, what did you even do during your childhood?Ā
this is oddly specific?? and over 3000 people relate???
That egyptology book was too golden and shiny to resist
Ok but were you an Egyptology kid, a Dragonology kid, or a Wizardology kid?
Evidence for me actually being an anime character
- Wears the same outfit every day of my life
- Weird hair
- Intense emotions
- Cries over food
- Fits into a very specific and predictable character mold that I never deviate from
- āHAH?!ā
- Gay
me: iām an independent woman i wonāt let a man tell me SHIT
namjoon and yoongi: baby watch your mouth
me: yes sir
Ā©Ā beautiful dark twisted | do not edit
confirmed
āBut why do you ship a hero with the villain??! Its so problema-ā
āFor the angst Karen. I need some drama before they fuck. It aint that deep.ā
logged tf in
things to note about ouran:
- when tamaki realizes haruhiās not actually maleĀ āwait, youāre a girl?ā she replies with:Ā āwell, biologically i am.ā (note: biologically.)
- āi donāt care if people think of me as a boy or a girlā
- āi actually think that thinking yourself as a boy or a girl is lesser than thinking yourself as a personā
- āiāll refer to myself as oreā (how you refer to yourself in japanese if you are male)
- uses all pronouns- doesnāt care if people refer to her as male, doesnāt correct people when they use he/him pronouns, doesnāt mind at all.
- ābeing a boy and getting fawned over by girls actually sounds pretty fun!ā
- her first kiss is with a girl and she shrugs it off and doesnāt really mind
- doesnāt correct anybody when she accidentally walks into the host club and they call her gay (because they think sheās a boy)
- haruhi fujioka is non-binary and queer thank you iām out
Allura: This is a will be a dangerous mission,so only take what you think is important
Shiro:
A depressed guy moves into a haunted house with 7 demons, each corresponding to a deadly sin. But, theyāre all trying to help him get back on his feet; Pride helps with self confidence, Lust helps him get laid, etc.
I would watch the crap outta this like wow
Envy: āGlut, back off the guy, okay?ā
Gluttony: āIām just saying he could stand to gain a few pounds! I made spaghetti!ā
Sloth: āAfter we eat, itās gonna be time for a nice nap. Weāve earned it!ā
Pride: āDamn right we did!ā
Just imagine the Catholic Church making a statement regarding this new tv show.
Wrath does nothing but encourage him to punch assholes.Ā
āYou deserve better! That was YOUR parking space!ā
āHeās like three hundred pounds of muscle, Wrath.ā
āAnd you are 165 pounds of RAGE!ā
Wrathās advice isnāt great, but he means well.Ā
Greed spends his days trying to help him manage his budget and put money on the side
āBro check this out iāve got the sickest retirement plan, technically itās tax evasion i guess but fuck those guys, right?ā
You pick up a small device. On itās small screen it simply says āone skill point remainingā and a list of 8 attributes. You click on Strength and instantly feel your muscles stiffen a little. The screen now says āLevel up to gain more skill pointsā
*jump cut to me in a shady alley armed with a tennis racquet swinging at rats with wild abandon*