Post-Fall Hannibal and Will are at a gathering (to blend in), and Hannibal's stomach is still sensitive. They've just finished dinner and Hannibal's stomach is gurgling and bloated. They're standing around, sipping on wine glasses. Hannibal sets a half-empty glass on the nearest table. He's desperate to find a bathroom yet doesn't want to cause a scene, mostly because it may upset Will. He excuses himself and scans the room in hopes of finding a bathroom; all the while barely able to breathe past the sharp pain burrowing beneath each rib. He knows something is bound to come out one way or another. Each step becomes less stable. His pulse is thrumming loud enough to drown out the rest of the world and Will's footsteps. He gasps when a set of fingers curl around one wrist.
"Where are you going?" Will asks. He notices rising panic wash over Hannibal's features--a foreign sight.
Hannibal's stomach clenches, wrenching free a whimper. "Bathroom, please." He won't be able to control it much longer. He knows and doesn't want to cause a scene, much less shit himself in front of Will. He blinks past a sting of fresh tears, accent thickening. "Will, I-I need a bathroom."
Then, Will softens in understanding and leads Hannibal away from the crowd (first, asking a waiter where the nearest bathroom is; unfortunately, upstairs). Hannibal is sweating now, palm sliding against Will's own and finger's trembling in their squeeze. He's gentle when the need arises; when Hannibal's footsteps begin to slow and whimpers become a constant background noise; when Hannibal needs to brace himself against the nearest concrete wall, and wrap an arm around a swollen and aching belly; when Hannibal's knees begin to shake.
"Will," Hannibal rasps, voice curling around an emerging sob. "I won't make it. Too far."
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
Does anyone want screencap edits for profile pics or blog headers or stuff like that? I haven't done much with stills but it sounds like fun. Lemme know if you have smthn specific in mind! My DMs are opennnn
omg i’m speechless (/positive). i never expected my housewife hannibal fic to receive all the love it has which still blows me away nearly one year later. i’m so happy to hear it resonated with you and i hope one day you get your happy ending. i also love any of sourweather’s fics too btw <3
i love sourweather fics coz i read one where hannibal in his injured state forces himself to become useful for will. even in pain he cooks, bakes, cleans, and does all the chores out of regret and fear that everything he did to will would finally urge him to leave him forever. which was understandable so its realizing that he couldnt undo the hurt he did to will and he finally succumbs to it by serving will anyway he can and when will realizes this he tells him its okay and he chose this and he doesnt have to prove anything so they both become vulnerable and they pledge heartfelt promises of forever and not hurting each other again and i think i deserve this kind of ending
edit: oh my god i think what i read was actually shrike by coffeeintherain not from sourweather lolll
this was me in the spring of 2023 after i started writing my 54k word fic about Hannibal being tortured via laxatives and starvation after his toilet was removed in the BSHCI, and people actually left lovely comments on it when i expected at least one person to be like: "goddamn bitch what the fuck is this monstrosity"
YOU!! YES, YOU!! GO WRITE THAT FANFIC YOU THINK NOBODY BUT YOU WILL READ!!
@graciereadshannigram @incidentsofunknownorigins @cedarxwing @mlybrnte y'all! last night i found a brand new housewife Hannibal fic!! everything about it is perfection and i thought y'all (and everyone else) might enjoy reading it, too! it's so beautiful 🥺
imagine if during Will's honey trap era, they were in the middle of leaving a therapy session (both heading to their cars), and a bug crawls inside Hannibal's ear and he feels / hears it flutttering and moving around and can't get it out. and it reminds Hannibal of being in the cabin in Lithuania when bugs would be all over the place and get in his hair and try to crawl inside his ear where it's warm 😠literally throwing up as i type this.
ugly sobbing and running into a corner to wail about them for the rest of eternity
"Be all the beautiful things you are, and be them without apology. For eternity."
"This is all I ever wanted for you, Will. For both of us."
worrying you may have skin cancer because you've had a new weird spot on your body since february of last year (and it never goes away and is raised and definitely not a mole similar to other moles you've had your entire life) yet being scared to get it checked because medical debt is terrifying and the wait for an appointment is highkey long as hell is literally america core and i'm so tired of dumb out of touch bitches like conservatives and tr*mp and m*sk saying stuff like 'we're the land of the free and should be proud.' it's not free if you're not fucking rich. it's not free if you can't even go to a doctor when you really need it because insurance is fucking useless and not at all helpful in putting a dent in the insane medical bills you end up with. medical bills in america can be life ruining and that shit terrifies me. also if it is in fact skin cancer, i'd rather live in oblivion because treatment would be way too fucking expensive. so if i ever stop posting my fics one day out of the blue without announcing why its probably because i'm dead from possible skin cancer. god i wish i was born somewhere in europe or canada where healthcare is seen as a human right instead of viewed as a fucking privilege 😔
i never really explore any headcanons or fanfic ideas outside of hurt/comfort and vulnerable Hannibal. but i just discovered a brand new word and needed to get this out.
imagine Hannibal being embarrassed of his involuntary bodily functions around Will. namely: burping and farting because it happens to everyone from time to time. imagine Hannibal becoming bloated after his first solid meal post-fall and he can no longer hold in a silent little toot.
Will's nose crinkles in disgust. "Goddamn. What is that smell?"
and Hannibal blurts out this phrase in the span of a single breath: "My sincerest apologies, Will. It was a simple case of Borborygmus--"
"I have no idea what the hell just came out of your mouth." Will damn near has a stroke attempting to recall the pronunciation of that unfamiliar word. "But I'll need you to explain it to me in English."
"Borborygmus -- intestinal rumbling caused by moving gas -- leading to Flatulence -- the releasing of said gas."
Hannibal doing anything but admitting the words "i farted" out loud.
came across this quote on tiktok:
"when you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives."
tell me that ain't Hannibal y'all ðŸ˜
AO3: coffeeinrain. adult. they/he. 18+ only. minors DNI. pfp & header by @cedarxwing
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