How I felt after posting chapter 6 of 'the ache against the wind' when Hannibal is sedated and dragged out of Will's bed to be taken back to the BSHCI, and calling out for Will before passing out, and then in the next chapter, Hannibal passes out on the toilet after being force-fed laxatives again.
My early whump was truly whump-ing. ðŸ¤
you just know Hannibal's mind would do the equivalent of a blue screen and he would stand there frozen in shock the first time it happens, soaking in Will's southern accent softening the word ðŸ¤
Something something hierarchy of needs pyramid with will graham calling hannibal baby just once on it somewhere
Hey coffee-in-rain!
Just wanted too say ur fic was amazing and now im cryimg. The fluff and pure wholesomeness is something i never knew i needed. Thnx
Wow omg thank you so much!!! This was such a sweet surprise to see in my inbox 💛
"I didn't comment on a fic I liked because I don't think the author would care or remember my comment anyway". fanfic writer here, I still remember comments I got on my fics from seven years ago. I still think about them and they still make me smile. your kind comments are what motivates us and what helps us keep writing.
I personally know writers who take screenshot and print out comments they got from their readers.
TL;DR comments matter to us writers more than you think. if you like a fanfic, never be shy to let the author know ♡
if you have any thoughts about vulnerable Hannibal, please feel free to bombard my inbox and share them because i would love love love to hear about other people's thoughts on vulnerable Hannibal as well! also please please please send me Hannigram prompts if you have any ideas you want written!!! vulnerable Hannibal is my niche at this point, but i'm also trying to branch out into more casual pwp or domestic bliss themes as well if those are of interest to you. btw there are no guidelines you have to stick to for submitting a prompt. i'm open to writing anything! smut prompts are perfectly fine too (and something i really, really want to practice writing more of as an ace author).
i'm a bit scared why am i getting so many new followers today ðŸ˜
but let me just say: hey, there, y'all! ily all and i am so, so grateful for every single one of you <3
opening my AO3 inbox with a brand new (1) and finding out it's a scammer trying to commission fanart is so disheartening ðŸ˜ðŸ’”
Hannibal is breathless--precome welling around the catheter in ceaseless beadings. He's soaking Will's gloves--cock pulsing and stiffening with each abrupt shift of Will's wrist. He's lying on an inflatable air mattress in a cramped tent. He knows a catheter is necessary and would not mind it under any other circumstance. But it's dizzying to have Will insert it--movements as cautious as can be--murmuring soothing sounds as if Hannibal is a distressed stray in agony instead of whimpering through sharp waves of pleasure. He's leaking. He knows. He can't resist a pitifully needy thrust--body seeking friction on its own--something molten and torturously good spears into the very depths of Hannibal's cock--a pleasure unknown. He can't even think to stifle a voice-cracking moan. His toes and fingers curl in response, sweaty against the sheets. Opening his eyes is an impossible feat. He waits for the inevitable--for Will's gloved hand to retreat--for Will to recoil in discomfort. He feels a shocked breath stutter through a wail as fingers curl around his cock with intent--with breath stealing warmth--with a tender confidence--and begin to stroke--while the tubing of the catheter twists (slow and careful yet enough to wrench another tearful cry from straining lungs).
Will presses a kiss to Hannibal's kneecap, whispering gentle words of encouragement. He doesn't last long--pulsing and sweating and trembling. He can't last long at all--not when Will says "come on, cher, you're almost there."
Post-Fall Hannibal being so touch-starved that in the middle of having a catheter inserted every shred of composure snaps--and whimpering and thrusting up into Will's gloved hand is all Hannibal can do. Hannibal experiencing sounding via a catheter would slay in a fic. I have it halfway written, but maybe I'll finish it one day ðŸ¤
I really wanna know what happened in Mizumono moments after Hannibal smelt Freddie’s perfume on Will. How did he end the visit? How did Will not notice a shift in the atmosphere with his empathy? Like come on, Willy boy—put that over-empathetic brain to work. 😩
And the dinner scene when Hannibal suggests they run away together, feed Will’s dogs, and leave a note for Alana—but Will doesn’t want to. I bet Hannibal was fighting back a sniffle and a tearful hiccup with each bite. You know that sore, sandpaper sensation in your throat when you’re about to burst into tears, but holding it back?
Imagine if while Hannibal was eating, he choked because his throat felt so raw and Will had to do the Heimlich maneuver on him—and it only worsened his emotional state because Will has been playing him and just witnessed him gasping for his life over a small chunk of lamb. Tears are streaming down his cheeks, but Will believes it’s only a simple case of watery eyes. Then an ugly, voice-cracking sob bursts from Hannibal’s chest because Will is being so gentle with him—rubbing his back and asking if he’s all right (since he’s never nothing but elegance and grace 24/7)—and for the first time in decades his voice abandons him.
He hasn’t felt this off-kilter or this unlovable since he was in the orphanage—mute and alone—just waiting for someone to truly see him.
Will’s seen him—but he knows Will doesn’t want him as he is—who he’s always been. It’s a crushing blow. One he never thought he would have to experience because he never imagined meeting someone like Will.
bottom!hannibal that's it that's the post
*sniffling into my sleeve and wiping tears from my eyes* STOP ILYSM YOU ARE SO SWEET AND TALENTED AS WELL 🥹🩵
reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them
Updated with four new additional fics as of 9/13/24!
On my previous post, people were interested in finding fics where Hannibal is touch-starved and or dealing with separation anxiety post-fall. So here is a small list of some that may fit that theme! The first five fics are mine, but the rest are some of my favorite fics I’ve ever read that feature vulnerable Hannibal in various seasons or post-canon. This list will be updated intermittently! New additions as of 9/13/2024
The Ache Against The Wind: Will awakes in an alternate dimension. Inexplicably un-injured. Both his cheek and shoulder are still blessedly intact because the monumental bloodshed at the cliff house has yet to occur. He’s entirely unprepared for the aftermath that unfolds following the removal of Hannibal’s toilet.
Pareidolia: Six weeks post-fall, Hannibal suffers from a seizure during dinner.
Je Te Laisserai Des Mots: Six months have passed since Will pulled them over the cliff. Even in light of their progressing relationship, much of Hannibal still remains a mystery to Will. For reasons unknown, he’s begun to pull away.
Between The Hour Of Reprieve:
At the cliff house, Hannibal receives a much-needed-hug. (features crying, touch-starved Hannibal).
Shrike (To Your Sharp And Glorious Thorn): Hannibal feels anxious about the prospect of Will abandoning him one day because he isn’t at all capable of being like Molly. His anxiety only heightens when Will gets a job. (features crying housewife Hannibal speaking Lithuanian).
A Cabin In The Woods by KoolJack1: Hannibal is thirteen and runs away from the orphanage when he feels that a fate of the elements will be better than the fate of abuse. He finds a small cabin in the woods, thinking warmth will be all he finds. He also finds Will. But who changes who?
Recipricol Alchemy by Scifibabe: In the silent echoes of his dreams, Will Graham treads a line blurred between control and chaos, each step drawing him inexorably towards claiming Hannibal as his own. It's a perilous dance on the edge of darkness, where the thrill of possession whispers of a transformation too profound to resist.
Hold Me, Don’t Let Me Go by sourweather: It's a few months after the Fall when it finally hits him. Hannibal has barely been touched in 3 years. And Will won't let it go on for another moment.
Hosanna In The Highest by sainthannibal: During the fall, Hannibal receives the brunt of the injuries, which leaves him unable to care for himself. Will discovers how much he enjoys taking care of him.
You Made Me Soup by itsybitsylemonsqueezy: Hannibal comes down with pneumonia while incarcerated. Will decides to make him some soup. Absolutely no one thinks it's strange that Will comes to give his ex soup when he finds out he's sick. No one at all finds this suspicious. At. All.
The Boy Under The Monster’s Bed by Wr4tttttthh: There were deep wounds that needed healing, new and old, physical and otherwise. (features crying, vulnerable Hannibal).
Delicate Ghost by hannigramcracker & TimmyJayBird: She was different- not the ghost of his memories, but something about this bloodied child ripped right at Hannibal's chest, and left him drowning in a cold snow he thought he had left in his childhood, that he had locked away within his skull. Drowning, with only one hand to grasp at, one body to cling to. One man to work him through the trauma and remind him what life was.
You With Those Nails, Me With This Cross by TheBitterKitten:
Will goes too far.
The Distance Is Quite Simply Much Too Far For Me To Row by softhan: Hannibal is having a rough time recovering from his injuries post-fall, and retreats into himself to avoid confrontation with Will while he's still weak and ill. Having to play happy husbands hardly helps
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