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I believe Abigail was a representation of a the possibility of a "normal" life for Will and Hannibal, together.

Like, i agree with some people in the thought that they had more of a connection with what she represented, than who she was. The thought of them being together.

Don't get me wrong i do feel like they had a connection with her (Hannibal cause she reminds him of Misha, and Will cause she brings his paternal side). But she was nothing more than a gift, in Hannibal's eyes. Something to give to Will, if he followed him to this life, or to take away if he felt betrayed.

So her death is even more meaningful if you think that it's basically Hannibal saying "If you can't have this life with me, then you can't have this life with anyone else". She dies, and their normal life dies with, like the stag did.

Will tried to keep her alive, cause he wanted that life. But he had been too late to that realization, the realization that he picked Hannibal. And Hannibal took that as him picking Jack

Will hallucinating Abigail was more of him trying to understand why he wanted to go after a man that had done so much harm to him, and to others. He found it hard to accept the fact he wanted to be/ become a terrible man.

Also,, I don't think she would survive a family life with them, she would die in Will's or maybe in Hannibal's hands (possibly as a show how devoted they are to each other, willing to kill).

Because no person can survive their relationship if not themselves.

So yeah, in all probabilities, Abigail (Father's joy), was destined to die in her father's arms, it was just a matter of which one.

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im writing it dw!! i just need to get my ao3 account checked and i'll start posting it :D

Hannigram fic idea: post fall, they don't fight each other over forgiveness, past events, Abigail or uncertainty over their feelings for each other.

They'll have to prove fate that they are going to stick together and never let go, though, even if their hands are bleeding.

Hannigram is not queer bait, Will is

He is the queer at the end of the fishing hook, baiting Hannibal into biting it

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hannigram au where you are born knowing your soulmate’s future biggest secret.

will has known his whole life about the "Chesapeake Ripper"-- the serial killer identity of his soulmate. he's had his time to come to terms with it. to accept that he will never be normal; but nor will his soulmate.

and so the first time the name shows up in the papers-- the first time his soulmate's kills appear as glossy exclusives on tattlecrime.com-- will makes goddamn sure that he's the first one assigned to investigate the case.

(apart from the year differences) it would make sense cause both Hannibal and House studied at John's Hopkins medical school and could have known each other.

But i imagine they didn't go to a hospital more like Hannibal called House and House got interested on what happened so he went with Wilson to help them

What if I was insane and said Hannibal x House m.d crossover.

Wilson: They're serial killers House! And not to mention CANNIBALS!?

House: Waste not want not, Wilson

Meanwhile hannigram are vibing as if they're not fresh out of the sea and Will is glaring at anyone and everyone while Hannibal complains about hospital food.

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"Can we move?" Will asked as soon as he entered his and Hannibal's new home.

"We just moved in here. What happened?" Hannibal replied from the kitchen.

"Got caught in small talk with neighbors. They were curious about how a handsome single father like you managed to bring up such a wonderful son."

"I don't have any son." Hannibal said a bit confused. To that, Will sighed.

Hannibal parted his lips as the realization started to sink in.

"No."

"Yes."

"What did you say to that?"

"That you are not my father, obviously. To which they excused themselves and implied that nowadays age gaps between siblings are something usual."

"How vile. Is there a part where they don't call me old or where we are not involved in an incestuous relationship?" Hannibal asked while washing a wine glass.

"I told them you are my partner. And now they are sure we are CEO's or something. I didn't want to say more." Will said as if he was trying to delete the conversation from his brain. "Can we move? Please?"

"You have to learn to be more precise."

"Forgive me, Hannibal, I forgot the gay flag in my car but I promise I will carry it everywhere from now on."

"No, I'm just saying that you are allowed to call me your husband," Hannibal said, "I do refer to you like that."

"I can't see any ring on my finger."

The glass almost slipped into the sink.

"Well, you said we are beyond marriage. You even said that a stupid ring did not stop you from running away from...your previous commitment." He reminded him.

"Then go ahead, tell these religious people we have a gay relationship and that we don't plan to get married. Ever."

"Is living in sin something you are suddenly preoccupied about?" Hannibal teased.

"Is proposing to me something you are terrified of?"

Silence from both.

"Living in sin, Hannibal? Did you really say that?" Will asked, no longer able to keep a serious expression.

"You started talking about religion first," Hannibal replied casually. "And to answer your question, I would rather die than receive another rejection from you."

"You haven't proposed because you believed I would say no." Will reflected. "No, I wouldn't say "no". I said we are beyond marriage because I see us as more than married already. We are committed to each other, aren't we?"

"Will," Hannibal started as the look in his eyes softened, "As soon as these cookies are ready, I am grabbing your hand and we are visiting all the neighbors. And I am introducing you as my husband. I am committed to you eternally with or without a ring."

Will averted his gaze from Hannibal's, a little taken aback by the sincere confession. "We can't even have a proper fight anymore. Disgustingly sweet."

"I could say it all again while holding a knife against your neck."

"I am even more concerned about the fact that I might like that."

(...)

I feel such deep love and hatred towards Hannibal as a show.

I love it for all that it is; as it in tails all that i love. All the psychological aspects, the duality, the gruesomeness, the love, the art, the brutality, the beauty, the religious aspects. All that you can read between the lines of dialogue, filled with metaphors and ethical dilemas. Everything has a meaning.

I hate it for all the same reasons. It's too perfect, too endearing, too addictive; it will always make me wish for more, another season, another scene.

I think about its beauty daily. I wake up happy to have ever been able to lay my eyes upon such masterpiece, and fall asleep sad that i'll never be able to experience it for the first time again. And the fact that it, as a show, was supposed to be much longer, makes me feel hollow.

This show has made me feel such a range of emotions, only for it to strip me away from them.

It shows a love so raw that you can feel its heart beating in your hand. It is about our great desire to be understood. We all want to be understood, loved for all our darkest parts. Just like they love each other

And there won't ever be anything alike, no media could strive to be as good. The only way i have found solace in this, is through fanfics, works made with the same love shared between the characters. Only the fans can truly appreciate its glory, and with it, they can replicate it.

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And that is exactly what that show wants you to feel, cause that is what Will and Hannibal feel for each other. They can't survive separation, they will always be in constant need of each other.

I am sorry for being too poetic, i will forever miss them, and they will always live in my mind. I could talk about them for hours if anyone would care to listen.

"Post-fall Hannibal would kill Chilton" No he wouldn't.

Hannibal wants Chilton alive, surviving more than living, cause that's the lesson Chilton needed to learn.

Chilton always believed he was in charge of people, that he had power over them. When he truly didn't.

He felt like he had power over the fake Chesapeake ripper, and for that he got his organs removed while awake. He thought he had power over Will, and the fact that Hannibal was the real Chesapeake ripper, and that got him framed and shot by Miriam. Lastly, he thought he had power over the Great Red Dragon, and that got him burnt alive.

He has suffered time and time again, every time because he went against Hannibal, and believed he has power over the situation. But he never truly did.

So he would keep him alive, as a cruel reminder that he is powerless, and that he would be dead if Hannibal wanted to.

i love to call Hannibal pathetic for this, cause he is such a calculated man, yet he risks everything for Will

He risks his life, his mind, his freedom

And at the end, he fully lets Will throw him off the cliff, cause he was truly vulnerable to him. And it's something that man would have never done before meeting Will.

With that, it's clear that Will changed Hannibal in so many ways, cause he turned him weak to his emotions, he became empathetic

Sometimes I watch the show and try to think of Hannibal’s perspective and it’s a total trip. Like. Imagine you’ve been able to control and pick and choose your emotions and reactions your whole life, due to being somehow psychopath-adjacent. And the only time you couldn’t was when you were little with your baby sister, and it’s probable that as your brain matured, the possibility of feeling and forming connections like that dried up entirely. You read the psychiatric journals, and occasionally there’s something about a man who can connect with others so deeply he can become an echo of them. And then you meet this man, and he mocks your comment about eye contact while holding yours.

An understanding passes between both of you that you have hidden depths. Instead of killing him, you bring him breakfast, and make him dinner, and serve him drinks. Instead of being able to toy with his mind without a care, you think of him and your chest clenches, and your gut swoops, and his face and voice and his rude little barbs invade your mind like glittering parasites that you can’t remove. These feelings are alien, and they’re also yours. You know, deep down, why you’re letting him live, why you stare after him, why you toe the line of risking it all for him. But you don’t want to face it. It’s terrifying, this horizon of who you are and can be that looms before you with no choice of your own.

Framing him presents a convenient opportunity for ridding yourself of this thing he brings on in you, this total lack of control, this fever-dream surrender that breaches the walls of your mind and the tics and tells of your body so effortlessly— but you miss him. You don’t miss anyone, and the one person you do is more of an imago that never was able to grow into her own real person. But the you you’ve helplessly become certainly does. You’ve become an addict. You cannot let him rot when his presence gave your monochrome world color, you can’t quit the drug you’ve always shunned. This is all a devil’s bargain, certainly, but you’ve already damned yourself, and all that’s left to do is plunge further. Oh and by the way. The infuriating man in question looks like this:

Like okay then, good luck not having the crashout of the century 😭