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Art for "This is What Mardis Gras is for, Boss"
The immensely talented JohhnyWalkerBlu is writing a wonderful, amazing fic involving period dress and Hannibal taking on the character of Wellington for his boy. Highly recommended. Find it here:
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Team Building
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Splinter
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Pine (M/H): Platonic Cuddling
Light. He fumbled desperately for the switch. It was like his hand was attached to someone else, not responding properly. It was so fucking dark and he just needed to see something. Get his bearings. Catch his breath. Calm his heart.
The light turned on, without him finding the switch. The mattress sank behind him, under the weight of his ( Read more... ) -
The Wife part 4 (WIP)
That evening the phone rang. Hannibal answered, then quickly passed the phone to Autumn. She took the phone, listened and nodded repeatedly. Cradled it against her shoulder and scratched notes on a pad. Her expression became grimmer as she listened. Mouth drawn down at the corners, lips pressed white ( Read more... ) -
The Wife part 3 (WIP)
Face had padded downstairs to the kitchen and was watching unnoticed. Like most weekend mornings, Hannibal sat at the table reading the paper. Coffiee at his elbow, hair peaked and askew, his cigar replaced by a worn looking toothpick. Brushing against his cheek was a blonde pigtail. Attached to the pigtail was a fair and impossibly smooth face ( Read more... ) -
The Wife, part 2
After dinner he is alone in the family room. He is looking at a photo. A family portrait, not posed, but with them all there. Three of them, before Amy. The glass is fuzzy with dust. None of them is looking at the camera. The child is making a face, sticking out his tongue. Autumn’s eyes are squeezed tight as she laughs, pulling the boy to ( Read more... ) -
The Wife, part 1
"Package boss." Face tossed the brown paper wrapped box on Hannibal's chest. The cot creaked behind him as he sorted the mail, separating official from important. Why did HQ feel the need to send so many pieces of mail. The new JC catalogue was in, three months late. Thats a full season behind, useless now. Of course, its always summer in the ( Read more... )
