13 Works by itsbeautiful
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“Tell me.“ The softer body landed with a thud on the far wall. Peter planted palms beside frail shoulders shivering, hiss darkening to a low growl. Panic searing scarred flesh. It was too late to turn back. He had to get rid of him. “What acts of sodomy you crave, so I can repay my debt, and be rid of you.”
“B-b-b—“ Light eyes flashed. Elias whimpered, shrinking beneath the glittering stare, trying to soothe trembling shaking his voice, his hands. “Bless Peter and keep him safe, heavenly Father. For he needs your protection, more than I need your love.” His cheek flattened to a sharp corner, ghastly pale against peeling wallpaper, fumbling buttons loose, wrinkled knit pooling elbows exposing a constellation of freckles. Frantic pulse jumping in a slender throat bared, fumbling the cross for comfort. “Please shelter him from evil that preys upon him in these walls, and give him the strength to endure. Allow him this comfort.”
“What good—“ The older man forced a sneer, shoving off and turning, as if Elias offering up his body didn’t make his stomach contents violently churn, choking on revulsion. “—did He ever do anyone.”
“He saved my life. And I am going to save yours.”
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Echoes Beneath by itsbeautiful for Mossyrunestones (Hannigrammatic)
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
26 Apr 2024
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(Sequel to Transcendent Suffering. http://archiveofourown.org/works/4961221/chapters/11392429 (This is not a standalone piece, so I highly recommend reading its first installment.))
Thumbs drifted after tears before Hannibal leaned in to kiss each quivering bead of light, maroon eyes staring at the frightened boy looking out from piercing gaze, voice a soft whisper against lips. “Tell me, Will… was all the boundless beauty of this fallen world etched in the runes of your bones and…” A quiver of pain wavered notes to low hum of quiet. “And…writ to shine through the light of your eyes from birth? Or have you merely allowed me the grace, the honor, and privilege to witness your radiance in the life we have shared? To let me love you all the same?”
They felt tremors beneath their tangled bodies rooted to the ground.
“God, please…” Will murmured, a fresh sting of tears welling eyes, lifting them upward and praying for the first time in his life to anything that would listen.
Take us. Take us both. Just don’t…please don't. Don’t take him from me.
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A little peek/drabble continuation of the 'Echoes Beneath' universe, occurring after we last see our Idiots in Love after Chapter 40, and beginning around Chapter 50, as requested by dearest and loveliest reader, as a distraction from current depressing circumstances our Murder Husbands are in.
"I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet." -Poet, John Keats
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“Missing them only hurts when I realize how happy I am and remember why I shouldn’t be.” Soft snuffling turned brittle. “Sometimes I feel so guilty.”“Me too.” Peter kissed a damp hairline, cupping a nape gently, feeling for the chain of a crucifix that now hung on their bedpost on the weeks Elias lost faith. “I owe them my life for bringing me back to you.”
Hence the long walks. Where I sometimes find you in tears, screaming at God.
“Will we stay? After.”
After. What a small word for such a monumental event looming on the horizon.
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- Part 5 of Fabric of a Fragile Home
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Based on a requested prompt. Where Will is an idiot, ahem, I mean Will loves Hannibal and tries to surprise him by making a home cooked meal using dishes from Lithuania. Fails spectacularly to lie his way out of it and everything goes horribly wrong. And then they cuddle. The end.
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He wanted to run. To be anywhere but that room. Questions hanging heavily in the air.
“A moment ago, I was considering choking the life out of you with your apron,” The older man said in a monotone.
“Well. I...” Will looked at the half apron covered in flour, smattered in frying oil, and smudged in various sticky stains of berries. Then at his bright red knuckles, throb pulsating up his arm. He glanced at the wedding bands on his other hand. “I…would like it if you reconsidered, darling?”
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- Part 4 of Fabric of a Fragile Home
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((Will risks going back to the States to find Peter and bring him home to Elias. (Takes place one or two years later after Chapter 151 of Transcendent Suffering.))
Peter lunged forward, gun first.
“Jesus Christ!” Will threw up both hands in defense, knife clattering to the floor and shook his head. “Peter! No. Peter! I’m not here to hurt you. I swear to—”
“Ferme ta gueule, fils de pute!” Peter screamed, gripping the shaking revolver with both hands, tears staining cheeks.
“Hey, hey…” The younger man thrust an upturned palm forward, head jerking back and slamming against the window as a cold barrel jammed against his forehead. “Calm the fuck down!”
He suddenly heard the dial tone. Saw the cell phone lit up near the corner of a broken lamp. The faint voice in the background saying, 'hello, hello, are you still with me, sir? Sir?'
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- Part 3 of Fabric of a Fragile Home
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“Leave them on…” Will rumbled, grabbing hair and pushed a head down his stomach. “…and suck my cock.”
Hannibal looked up with a dark stare and a head tilt, struggling to catch his breath. “No ‘please?’”
“I know…I don’t need to ask, politely or otherwise, to get what I want from you now.”
Red eyes glittered with hunger, tongue flicking out to taste the power left on lips.
“Isn’t that what you wanted, Doctor Lecter? For me to take what I want from you.”
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- Part 2 of Fabric of a Fragile Home
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The Light of Your Eyes. The Warmth of Your Smile. by itsbeautiful
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
02 Feb 2017
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A time stamp series from characters and events from main novels of Transcendent Suffering and Echoes Beneath.
Dedicated by request to my beloved readers. You are the light of my life.
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“Will!” The older man’s eyes snapped open, heaving up right, and smacking a sneaky hand once more and then a backside for good measure. “Leave my profiteroles alone this instant or find something else to do with your time.”
“What I normally do with my time happens to be scolding me…” Will reminded with a lazy roll of hips against a thickening interest with a smirk. “He also is very fussy about me blowing him in front of company.”
“You Americans and you’re rules. How dull it must be for you with all these standards of conformity and politeness.”
Peter rucked up a soft cotton hoodie, exposing a frail ribcage, kissing a freckle on the priest’s stomach until he giggled then flushed a furious shade of red.
“Elias and I have no such reservations.”
“We know,” Hannibal and Will groaned in unison.
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- Part 1 of Fabric of a Fragile Home
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Will was covered in sleet and snow. And there may have been gravel in his left boot at some point. And what had he found for his trouble? Twigs. His reckoning was going to be ice cold feet and hands shoved beneath a cherry red cable knit sweater. He would hold that Norman Rockwell painting of a man on the floor if he had to. And then set his tablet on fire to warm up. It seemed fair. Just, even.
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Brief Interactions with Strangers by itsbeautiful for SgtBarnesBestGirl
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
06 Nov 2016
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Where Sebastian Stan is himself, Hannibal is a Cannibal, and Will Graham is a sulky, jealous Murder Husband, displeased about being dragged out of their nest to meet Sebby in Vienna, Austria.
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Blue eyes closed suddenly against Hannibal’s searching gaze, sucking in a breath, body going rigid. “You can’t say things like that to me, Hannibal. You cannot glorify the dark impulses inside of me and call them… beautiful.” Will stared up at the ceiling, head thrown back as if struggling to breathe, fragile and bending against the sound of his voice. “You can’t. You just can’t say them.”
“Only the celestial moon and I have truly seen you bathed in blood, savoring the darkness, embracing your becoming, and I can assure you it was truly breathtaking.”
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- Part 1 of Transcendent Suffering
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It was the sweater. His thread barren crimson cable knit sweater he had gotten ten years ago, which was currently slung over the tiny figure hiding the closet. The younger man insisted it smelled like him and made him feel safe. Adam looked even smaller when he wore it, sleeves hanging six inches passed his fingertips, hem dragging down his knobby knees. He looked small and scared, and he was wearing that fucking sweater, which meant today was a bad day. He hated those days.
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Transcendent Suffering: The Last Time You Said You Had Something to Show Me by itsbeautiful for ClockNotWork
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
24 Dec 2015
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“The last time you said you had something to show me, it involved you cuffing me to the wheel of your Aston Martin, telling me to take a drive in some rouse of a romantic countryside destination we never quite reached, and then us nearly careening to our deaths all because you ‘had something to show me.’”
“I recall that being quite a pleasurable experience... You tend to send a tangle of mixed messages when my mouth is on you, and your cries to stop sound quite similar to ones of you begging me not too…What else could I do except weigh the options of our imminent deaths against the sounds you make when I am finishing you off?” Will’s breath hitched. “I was rather pleased and somewhat grateful you managed not to take us off yet another cliff, however.”
“I thought you enjoyed learning new things…” A mouth brushed the nape of his neck.
“And the last time you said that…”
“Yes?”
“It was in the guise of a fishing trip, and when you realized that I in fact, did not mean fishing in a metaphorical sense, you broke my perfectly good fishing pole by tangling the lure and snapping it in half just to rid me of clothes.”
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