EAD 2017- Untitled Hannigram Snippet
EAD 2017 Masterpost
Title: Untitled
Author: Elspeth
Fandom/Genre: Hannibal
Relationship(s): Hannibal Lector/Will Graham
Content Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied Cannibalism
Summary: Soulmate tattoos...what could go wrong?
AN: Unbeta'd, Posted in Facebook Group page ages ago. Prompt at the end.
Word Count: 922
Hannibal:
First time Hannibal sees his tattoo on Will's collarbone he doesn't say anything. It explains why Will had been wearing ties all the time. But, social standards regarding tattoos was you only broached the topic when talking about your own. He had...disposed...of the few who had the audacity to comment on someone else's marks in his company. So Hannibal says nothing. But his eyes linger, hoping for another glimpse of a string of music from his favorite overture. But Will says nothing. And he doesn't either.
The day Hannibal finds the third tattoo on his body (besides his and his sister's), across his shoulder blades, he knows who it's for, as he is not one for denial, but he hesitates. It's in the most inconvenient place and he cannot touch the mark, to feel the raised skin, to smell the faint scent that comes from having another's mark on your body. But it is there. And it becomes a nightly ritual to watch it as he gets ready for bed, watching it grow until it reaches a point his fingertips can finally touch it.
This wasn't in his plans. It wasn't what he wanted. But now, why can't he have his cake and...eat...it too?
He's lying in bed when Will rolls over, his hands going to his soul tattoo on Hannibal's body. Will's hands don't even encompass his mark anymore. Will sighs in his sleep and rolls back.
It's decided. Hannibal will never let Will go.
Will:
The problem with empathy disorder was the marks. Will was complete covered with marks save his head and strangely his collarbone before he was in done with high school. They weren't even HIS loves but he still felt them, felt the love people had for people he had never met- a grandmother, an ex-boyfriend, a daughter, a lover, a best friend. The love he felt wasn't his but it was enough for his body. His body that was marked from toe to just above his collarbone. Tattoos were overlapped once, twice, completely covered over again and again and again.
The tattoos never faded but they never grew either. They were just there. Stamped on his soul.
He had looked up his disorder in the school library when he was 15, completely covered neck down as he didn't want to get into another fight when a classmate recognized their girlfriend's mark. Throughout history, humans considered his brethren to be demons- those that could steal your love, your soul. Historically they died in the most painful ways, always cast out of societies, never loved themselves. It didn't take an empath to know why he loves his dogs, why he would never abandon them.
Will is doing his weekly catalog of new tattoos when he touches his collarbone and a thought of Hannibal enters his mind. Before his eyes, a tattoo appears on his body. His eyes watch the mirrored reflection utterly transfixed as lines of music notes rise and shift colors on his collarbone. When he starts breathing again, the bathroom (and the mirror) is left behind immediately and and a turtleneck is his shirt of choice. His dogs are spooked when he comes downstairs to take them out on a walk and they stay close by instead of their usual meandering.
He wears ties.
His weekly inventory notes how the lines of music grow and push away the marks that have been on his skin for decades.
He wears ties.
Will is removing his shirt and tie and putting on an FBI jacket, his clothes unfortunately splattered with the vomit of a LEO when they find the latest body of the newest criminal to catch Jack's eye, when Hannibal walks up to him holding a water bottle and a towel. Will smiles his appreciation and finishes zipping up the jacket when he reaches for the towel and water bottle to wipe his face and Hannibal is almost frozen, his eyes directed to Will's body. Will does nothing but waits the few seconds Hannibal needs to recover. A silence sets in as Will turns away.
He wears ties.
Will watches the reflection of the tattoo spread from now his collarbone wrap around his body twice now, steadily pushing away the marks down his body, even the new marks that still continually appear are pushed down and away. Just before sleep, Will traces them with his hands.
He wears ties.
Will notices Hannibal's subtle looks.
He wears ties.
His dogs are finally worn down when he gets home and Hannibal is there waiting on the porch. He lets his dogs pass through first and then Hannibal who for once isn't saying anything drawl. Will settles his dogs down and comes back to the living room where he left Hannibal and Hannibal is...taking off his clothes. His gloves, his overcoat, his suit jacket, his waistcoat, his tie, his dress shirt and finally his undershirt. All before Will's eyes, never speaking out loud but wearing an expression on his face he didn't think Hannibal knew was present, nervousness but determination. He turns around and on his back is a tattoo, Will's tattoo spreading from his shoulder blades down to the small of his back, his pack of dogs. Before Will knows it, he's reaching with his hands and touches the tattoo. It is everything. He breathes out on Hannibal's neck, hands covering the tattoo of Will's mark as Hannibal reaches behind him to hold him closer.
Will wears ties but he takes them off when he gets home.
Based on this Prompt:
Title: Untitled
Author: Elspeth
Fandom/Genre: Hannibal
Relationship(s): Hannibal Lector/Will Graham
Content Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied Cannibalism
Summary: Soulmate tattoos...what could go wrong?
AN: Unbeta'd, Posted in Facebook Group page ages ago. Prompt at the end.
Word Count: 922
Hannibal:
First time Hannibal sees his tattoo on Will's collarbone he doesn't say anything. It explains why Will had been wearing ties all the time. But, social standards regarding tattoos was you only broached the topic when talking about your own. He had...disposed...of the few who had the audacity to comment on someone else's marks in his company. So Hannibal says nothing. But his eyes linger, hoping for another glimpse of a string of music from his favorite overture. But Will says nothing. And he doesn't either.
The day Hannibal finds the third tattoo on his body (besides his and his sister's), across his shoulder blades, he knows who it's for, as he is not one for denial, but he hesitates. It's in the most inconvenient place and he cannot touch the mark, to feel the raised skin, to smell the faint scent that comes from having another's mark on your body. But it is there. And it becomes a nightly ritual to watch it as he gets ready for bed, watching it grow until it reaches a point his fingertips can finally touch it.
This wasn't in his plans. It wasn't what he wanted. But now, why can't he have his cake and...eat...it too?
He's lying in bed when Will rolls over, his hands going to his soul tattoo on Hannibal's body. Will's hands don't even encompass his mark anymore. Will sighs in his sleep and rolls back.
It's decided. Hannibal will never let Will go.
Will:
The problem with empathy disorder was the marks. Will was complete covered with marks save his head and strangely his collarbone before he was in done with high school. They weren't even HIS loves but he still felt them, felt the love people had for people he had never met- a grandmother, an ex-boyfriend, a daughter, a lover, a best friend. The love he felt wasn't his but it was enough for his body. His body that was marked from toe to just above his collarbone. Tattoos were overlapped once, twice, completely covered over again and again and again.
The tattoos never faded but they never grew either. They were just there. Stamped on his soul.
He had looked up his disorder in the school library when he was 15, completely covered neck down as he didn't want to get into another fight when a classmate recognized their girlfriend's mark. Throughout history, humans considered his brethren to be demons- those that could steal your love, your soul. Historically they died in the most painful ways, always cast out of societies, never loved themselves. It didn't take an empath to know why he loves his dogs, why he would never abandon them.
Will is doing his weekly catalog of new tattoos when he touches his collarbone and a thought of Hannibal enters his mind. Before his eyes, a tattoo appears on his body. His eyes watch the mirrored reflection utterly transfixed as lines of music notes rise and shift colors on his collarbone. When he starts breathing again, the bathroom (and the mirror) is left behind immediately and and a turtleneck is his shirt of choice. His dogs are spooked when he comes downstairs to take them out on a walk and they stay close by instead of their usual meandering.
He wears ties.
His weekly inventory notes how the lines of music grow and push away the marks that have been on his skin for decades.
He wears ties.
Will is removing his shirt and tie and putting on an FBI jacket, his clothes unfortunately splattered with the vomit of a LEO when they find the latest body of the newest criminal to catch Jack's eye, when Hannibal walks up to him holding a water bottle and a towel. Will smiles his appreciation and finishes zipping up the jacket when he reaches for the towel and water bottle to wipe his face and Hannibal is almost frozen, his eyes directed to Will's body. Will does nothing but waits the few seconds Hannibal needs to recover. A silence sets in as Will turns away.
He wears ties.
Will watches the reflection of the tattoo spread from now his collarbone wrap around his body twice now, steadily pushing away the marks down his body, even the new marks that still continually appear are pushed down and away. Just before sleep, Will traces them with his hands.
He wears ties.
Will notices Hannibal's subtle looks.
He wears ties.
His dogs are finally worn down when he gets home and Hannibal is there waiting on the porch. He lets his dogs pass through first and then Hannibal who for once isn't saying anything drawl. Will settles his dogs down and comes back to the living room where he left Hannibal and Hannibal is...taking off his clothes. His gloves, his overcoat, his suit jacket, his waistcoat, his tie, his dress shirt and finally his undershirt. All before Will's eyes, never speaking out loud but wearing an expression on his face he didn't think Hannibal knew was present, nervousness but determination. He turns around and on his back is a tattoo, Will's tattoo spreading from his shoulder blades down to the small of his back, his pack of dogs. Before Will knows it, he's reaching with his hands and touches the tattoo. It is everything. He breathes out on Hannibal's neck, hands covering the tattoo of Will's mark as Hannibal reaches behind him to hold him closer.
Will wears ties but he takes them off when he gets home.
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