Post Fall Hannigram - Blog Posts
post fall hannibal and will dont bond by poetics and eroticism and aesthetics the few days and weeks after the fall. they bond by throwing up in the same bucket and cleaning each others infected wounds. sorry thats just the rule. sorry !!!!!!!!!! will tripping balls hallucinating on 4 different painkillers trying to clean and stitch hannibals oozing bleeding abdomen wound quietly telling him to stop moving around or he’ll stick his scissors in. hannibal shushing a crying and screaming will as he stitches his face closed bc theyre out of painkillers. sleeping in the same bed but unable to shake off the fever tremors !!!!!!!! showering together so they make sure 1 doesnt faint and die !!!!! guys there is so much vulnerability in being ugly with someone. give me hannibal with greasy hair bc he broke his shoulder and doesnt want to rip his bandages and will with bad breath bc hes too afraid to brush his teeth and irritate his cheek. give me them lying on the floor whispering will i dont think im gonna make it and will almost missing the target and killing him as he injects him morphine so hannibal stays conscious for a few more hours GUYYSYYYYYYYYSTSTYSYS 😭😭😭😭😭😭
too excited not to post this SOMEWHERE. anyway they’re on the run, staying in nasty motels before they can flee the states.
Fic where after the fell, Hannibal take time to wake up, he ended up in a bad condition that he can't wake up and will taking care of him, and neglect himself, scared if he died, he hold a knife close to him so if Hannibal die, will will kill himself
I also imagine Hannibal waking up to will looking half dead with the scar on his cheek and red eyes and dark cycle if he was awake (he better be sleeping from exhaustion)
will won't take to him bc he can't speak due to his injuries and Hannibal believing that will is refusing to speak to him
I don't care if its one of these or all in one fic but please I can't find fic like this
writing about post fall hannigram. on my third can of coke. blasting ethel cain. amen.
"How do you even do this?" Will asked as he threw himself onto the bed, too tired to even change his clothes. His eyes opened for a few seconds. When the sky indicated that the sun would soon rise, he turned on his other side as a form of protest.
"No, no, Will," Hannibal called and gracefully patted his shoulder, "You are staining the sheets with blood, it's quite a challenge to deal with that. I'll wash you, you don't even need to be awake," he insisted as he debated whether carrying him owards the bathtub would be an option.
"I'm dead, leave me alone."
"There's no point in going to sleep. We have to go to the fish market in two hours anyway," Hannibal said as he started undressing, while one of the trains of thought in his mind debated what to cook later that day.
"I trust you enough to let you go on your own," Will replied as he grabbed the pillow on Hannibal's side of the bed and hugged it to his chest, positioning himself in fetal position.
"My pillow..." Hannibal said, "Had it been your own blood, I would have had no issue, darling. I still can't comprehend how you managed to get that much blood inside your plastic suit."
Will snored in response. Hannibal's voice had always been the best lullaby.
"I take it we are not going for a run later."