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After the fall, Hannibal and Will have settled in Spain. Will expected their relationship to progress to a physical intimacy, but Hannibal hasn't seemed interested in it. Will tells himself he's okay with that, except Hannibal keeps sneaking out at night and Will can't - won't - tolerate the thought of him being with someone else. Hannibal belongs to him, and Will is going to make sure he knows that, through any means necessary.
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Request for Hannibal finding out about Will's pregnancy during his public trial — set during season three.
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- Part 1 of Hannigram Requests
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“You knew I wouldn’t be here, Hannibal. Why did you come?”
“This was the last place that I saw you. I saw it fitting for a goodbye.” Hannibal replies flatly. “I am prone to feelings of sentimentality from time to time.”
The statement is so open and raw that it feels like a (second) stab to the gut and knocks the wind out of Will’s lungs.
“Why did you come here, Will?” He asks.
Will bites at his lip. He could lie. He could tell Hannibal that he’s on a favor for Jack, but deep down he knows he won’t. They’ve lied to each other so many times and now Hannibal is being open, and Will won’t sour that by lying. “I came here because… because I knew that you would.”
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The night before Will's wedding, Hannibal breaks out of prison. Will travels to Wolf Trap one last time just to say goodbye. Or at least, that's the plan. -
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The baristas of Baltimore are dropping like flies. Why? Because they just can't get Dr. Lecter's coffee order right, and he's very particular. One day, an awkward young man with "Will" on his nametag changes Hannibal's life.
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The door creaked open to Alana's office at the BSHCI, and when no one entered and no one spoke, she finally looked up. Before her was a shivering, sweat-drenched Will Graham, his body wrapped in one of the hospital blankets, his face red with fever.
“Will?” she asked, concerned, rising to walk towards him. “How did you…”
She halted the moment his scent reached her.
“You’re in heat.”
Will’s eyes were unfocused and he stared at the floor, unable to raise them in the submissive state he was in.
“Hannibal.” he said, his voice pleading, needy.
Cold chills ran down Alana’s spine in waves. Oh no. No.