13 Works by chaotic_plotter
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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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- Part 1 of undone, undress
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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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- Part 3 of undone, undress
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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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The last person Will saw was Hannibal Lecter, face a pale night sky splatter-painted red and black where day-old hurts had done their job clotting, before a gentle touch softly pressed his lids closed. No fanfare, no goodbye, just a rough sigh, and Will kicked at the prison of his struggling ribs from the inside and thinking, asking, dreaming: well, are you going to finish the job?
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A Digestivo missing scene between the farm rescue and Will waking up in his own bed.
Not beta-ed, so please be kind.
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Eyes lidded, Will imagines it—Hannibal pressing him out, wider, open, going and going until he can split up the middle, too. Maybe Hannibal would tend Will’s face between his hands as he did it, delicate and cradling and skimming over the sharp arc of cheekbones while imagining the fine openwork spread of bone lurking deep behind them.
Drawn and quartered, Will thinks dully. A punishment for spectacle, not taste, but he figures he’s not good to eat anyway. Gut-shots spoil the whole carcass.
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Following the events of “Mizumono” and a harrowing, weeks-long hospitalization, Will returns home. He’s managing on his own until one night, he has a visitor.
This story is likely not for the faint of heart. I have anatomical knowledge under my belt and I’m never afraid to use it.
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After ill-advised surgery and wound-care in a stranger’s summer home, Will and Hannibal escape north. To Will, it feels impossible to be alive and he’s uncertain what to do with that reality. What feels even more impossible is that he kissed Hannibal, and he certainly doesn’t know what to do with that either. And snowed away in a little corner of Canada, there’s nothing to do but heal and wait.
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Sequel to “this is my breath in your lungs,” the little story that sort of got away from me. If you haven't read that one, you probably should (it's part one of the series). It’s in the same vein as its predecessor, trying to hew somewhat close to what could possibly happen in the show post-S3 and also to some things that Bryan has said about the progression of Hannibal and Will’s relationship.
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- Part 2 of chirality
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the darkness of error by chaotic_plotter for Serindrana
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV), The Luminous Dead - Caitlin Starling
21 Aug 2022
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Hannibal Lecter needs a caver for an unspecified mission. Will Graham, imprisoned for three murders he swears he didn’t commit, can climb. The depths of the cave don’t easily let go of dark secrets, or the promise of freedom...but first, Will has to make it back out alive.
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A "The Luminous Dead" AU starring Hannibal and Will and assorted guests. If you haven’t read the book, think of this as a sci-fi AU where in order to win his freedom, spaceport-mechanic Will has to survive a descent into a dangerous cave on a mining planet where many cavers are killed by something mysterious. Add in a doctor-scientist Hannibal and Will in a mechanical suit that Hannibal can literally control and manipulate from the surface, and you've got a party.
Also the author is a noted Hannibal fan, so do you really need any more reason to read this or check out the book if you haven't already?
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[written for "write shorter things in july 2022"]
this is the post-fall story i haven't told, where the wounds are harder to take care of, so is the heat, and so are the feelings.
("the rest would have you six feet deep" is still ongoing! i haven't given it up. this is simply a different version of the post-fall time period where i've made the opposite choices i made in "six feet." i hope you enjoy this one too.)
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chaparral_crown and i have been embarking on brevity and decided to do a "write shorter things in july 2022" prompt fest: writing 500 words or less a day based on a prompt word. tei is also doing this fest so please go check her fics out too!
aestivation is NOT a collection of individual fics. it's a continuous story where each short chapter is rooted in the prompt word of the day. there is an overarching story here and plot, so i wouldn't recommend reading out of order as things won't make sense.
it will update every single day of july. you can also find me and the parts of the story posted over on twitter at @chaotic_plotter
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“Tell me if anything is particularly sensitive.”
Will goes very still.
There’s a subtle, hair-fine moment when the human hindbrain remembers what it’s like to be prey. Hannibal has gotten good at recognizing it. But Will’s tension is a coiled thing, the imperceptible shift of muscles under skin, a push off the back foot.
He doesn’t react like prey. He reacts like a young predator before it remembers its finally grown teeth.
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Will Graham bears the mark of a heretical god, a mark said to condemn the bearer to a life of madness. Dr. Hannibal Lecter knows otherwise. When Will shuts himself away from the world, Hannibal coaxes him toward a new understanding of himself. But in the end, who is he? And what is Hannibal?
(A cowritten pseudo-Victorian/Dishonored-inspired AU.)
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Will and Hannibal find forgiveness but it's not quite enough.
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“Do you ever think of taking it back?” she asked.
Alana flicked a look down at her. “Do you?”
“All the time. But my brother doesn’t like it when people touch his things.” Margot broke the gaze. She hated talking about Mason in that bed, next to a woman who was magnetic and alive and always took her apart with purposeful hands and that red, red mouth. Carefully, sometimes, like a fantasy. Other times that lipstick stained their teeth as good as blood. She said, “I want to own my pain.”
“By taking it back?” Alana said with one of her wide, disarming smiles. “Or by causing some for yourself?”
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Margot and Alana have both had things taken away from them. Maybe they can help each other get something back.
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- Part 2 of undone, undress
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For a long time, there has been only Will, Before and Will, After, with Hannibal Lecter the sole marking point between past and future, after which entropy only increases. Now the fall off the bluff is another.
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- Part 1 of chirality