Travel hopefully in life.

I've mostly been working on original fic for the past little while—hence the lack of fic, comments, and general fandom interaction—but I can't keep myself from picking at fic projects in the meantime, so here's a peek at what I futzed with this week while dragging my heels on my origfic.


( The Hannigram secret twin/doppelgänger fic yet lives. )


( Hannigram for the prompt: 'Farmer's market AU where Will and Hannibal get stuck sharing a booth.' )


( The upcoming chapter of the Hank POV Nick/Monroe fic. )


( The start of what may wind up becoming the epilogue to a long form Charlie Countryman/The Path fic I'd like to write where Cal leaves the Meyerists, recovers from spending most of his life in a cult, and falls in love with a Romanian ex-thug. )


( Character introduction for a text-based RPG I joined this weekend that I'm particularly fond of. )


I always like to toss ideas around and kick the tires on my writing, so let me know if you have any questions or if anything in particular strikes your fancy!

WORTH THE SONGS THAT BROUGHT US HERE
Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Tags:Alternate Universe, FBI Agent Will Graham, Alternate Universe - Romance Novel

Summary: Two years after detective Will Graham had an explosive, short-lived affair with a psychiatric consultant lending a hand to the New Orleans Police Department, he's working as an agent for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit in Baltimore. He doesn't expect the trail of a serial killer to lead him straight back into the company of the man who broke down his every wall and then left him without a word.

(Written for unconventionalcourtship)

“Will,” Dr. Lecter breathed, eyes wide over his bloody mouth. It was a small comfort that he looked just as surprised to find Will standing here before him as Will was, himself. Dr. Lecter’s neatly coiffed hair had fallen into his face and there was a split at the bridge of his nose, another on his lip, already swollen, but beyond his general state of disarray he was the same man who had spent two weeks unravelling Will’s every defense and then abandoned him without a word.

“Dr. Lecter,” Will said, letting every miserable hour of wondering and wanting that had colored his days after Dr. Lecter’s sudden departure leech any warmth from his greeting.

“You two know each other?”

Will blinked. Just for a moment, he had forgotten there was anyone else around, which was exactly the unexpected reaction to Dr. Lecter’s presence that had drawn Will so deeply into his confidences all those years ago. He refused to fall into the same trap again. With some effort, he tore his gaze away from Dr. Lecter’s open, gobsmacked face, and tugged at the lapels of his jacket to give himself something to do with his hands that wasn’t crossing the room and adding another bruise to the collection the good doctor was already nursing.

“We’ve met,” Will confirmed, in a brusque clip.

Read it here on AO3.

Hey y'all! Just crossposting the fic I did for eatdrinkmakemerry here, in case either of them catch your fancy.

ENTREMETS
Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Tags: Post-Canon, Mentions of Murder, Food Porn, Discussion of Cannibalism, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Minor Food Play, Murdy Talk

Summary: Safe in Le Havre nine months after the fall, Will treats Hannibal to a picnic.

“I think I must’ve been about sixteen the last time I did this,” Will grins. When Hannibal arches a curious eyebrow at him, he waves a hand at their surroundings and clarifies, “Lazing around in the woods, passing a bottle of liquor back and forth.”

Hannibal hums his understanding and tilts his face up toward the sun, closing his eyes and basking in the distant warmth. He can feel the heat of Will’s knee where it brushes his arm, too, picked out in stark counterpoint to the crisp air of early spring. “Shame that it’s been so long,” he laments, opening his eyes again when Will nudges his shoulder with the butt of the bottle. “We ought not let decades go by between this time and the next.”

“I could stand to make it a habit,” Will agrees, flashing the sweet, boyish grin that Hannibal favors for its unthinking sincerity. “Provided the company is always this good.”

Read it on AO3.

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NOT ONLY THE SUGAR, BUT THE DAYS
Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo/Gaby Teller
Tags: Fluff

Summary: Illya and Napoleon get a little side-tracked on date night, so Gaby sets them straight.

Gaby frowns, “You’re cooking dinner for the cat?”

Napoleon wrinkles his nose. “The quality of the canned food at the grocery left something to be desired.”

Beside him, Illya nods, face somber and aggrieved.

Read it on AO3.