Avalanche
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Your laws do not compel me/ to kneel, grotesque and bare by Imesta_Quinlana
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
21 Oct 2025
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“I’m sorry.”
“That’s a lie.” Hannibal rasps, lips soft on Will’s jaw. “I don’t regret what happened. If I’d died when we hit the water, I still would regret nothing. Death by your hand would be a beautiful thing, Will.”
Will runs his hand through Hannibal’s hair until he brings it to settle at the nape of his neck. He squeezes lightly, feeling how weak Hannibal is, lying against him. A beautiful thing. He thinks. It wouldn’t be hard to finish the job– just a little too much pressure. Hannibal wouldn’t fight it.
“You’re right, I don’t suppose I regret it.” Will kisses the top of his head. “You’re mine now.”
“Yours.”
On the run after their battle with the Red Dragon, Will struggles with the consequences of his choice.
Title is from Leonard Cohen's song Avalanche, which I feel fits Hannigram perfectly.Series
- Part 1 of Avalanche
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I have begun to long for you, I who have no greed by Imesta_Quinlana
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
10 Dec 2025
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Sometimes Hannibal thinks Will should have let him drown.
He feels dizzy, bad leg nearly buckling under him as the room spins around him in a red and white blur. Hannibal clutches at the counter with his free hand, weak as it is. He can’t fall– won’t let Will find him like that. The indignity might kill him.
Two arms wrap around his middle before he has a chance to fall, and Hannibal nearly jumps out of his skin. He ought to have heard– or smelled– Will coming, but he still finds himself surprised by the appearance of the other man behind him, solid and beautiful and sure in his becoming.
He seems more stable than Hannibal, these days.
Hannibal has trouble shaving. Will steps in.
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- Part 2 of Avalanche
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I stepped into an Avalanche/ it covered up my soul by Imesta_Quinlana
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
29 Dec 2025
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“I let you see once before.” Hannibal whispers, and the weight of the hurt behind the words is almost painful. He pauses, a weak cough tearing itself from waterlogged lungs, “You meant for us to die, dearest Will.”
Will hums softly, a gentle sound that seems to soothe Hannibal.
“Yes.” He breathes, unwilling, as it now seemed, to lie to him. Then, tilting Hannibal’s chin up slightly, Will presses their lips together.
Post-Fall, Hannibal and Will piece each other back together
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- Part 3 of Avalanche