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❝ Stay with me,
expertempathy.bsky.social. ❞
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❝ 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧,
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝...
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬
𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧. ❞
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❝ 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧,
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝...
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬
𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧. ❞
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I'm not exactly great at voicing my sexual desires. I go silently crazy at the sight of your ankle.
July 9, 2025 at 6:22 PM
I'm not exactly great at voicing my sexual desires. I go silently crazy at the sight of your ankle.
How to politely admit that I want to kiss his chest.
July 9, 2025 at 4:14 PM
How to politely admit that I want to kiss his chest.
Suddenly, I’m parched.
July 9, 2025 at 4:04 PM
Suddenly, I’m parched.
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"Depends..."
"What sauce are you all using when we eat the rich?"
July 8, 2025 at 5:30 PM
"Depends..."
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July 6, 2025 at 12:38 AM
/ Suddenly thinking about this Supernatural episode where lovers literally eat each other, and that scene always makes me think of Hannigram.
June 30, 2025 at 7:33 PM
/ Suddenly thinking about this Supernatural episode where lovers literally eat each other, and that scene always makes me think of Hannigram.
// Hey, no crying!
|| You'll make me cry
// The way you write him is exactly the way I've always imagined him to be. 🥹
June 30, 2025 at 7:09 PM
// Hey, no crying!
Hannibal can hardly put into words what he feels in that moment when those hands touch him, it’s like staring into a sun radiating every color at once. He’s never experienced anything like this with anyone before.
Will sees. He sees too much. Some of what he sees, he doesn't know what to do with; he hasn't addressed it.
"Hold still," Will murmurs, taking Hannibal's jaw in both hands. He just watches Hannibal for a moment, meeting his eyes, and then he leans in to kiss him slowly.
"Hold still," Will murmurs, taking Hannibal's jaw in both hands. He just watches Hannibal for a moment, meeting his eyes, and then he leans in to kiss him slowly.
Hannibal meets Will’s gaze, holding him there.
“You’re the first,” his voice is a whisper, lips curled into a smile, “The only one I ever allowed to see me.”
“You’re the first,” his voice is a whisper, lips curled into a smile, “The only one I ever allowed to see me.”
June 30, 2025 at 3:48 PM
Hannibal can hardly put into words what he feels in that moment when those hands touch him, it’s like staring into a sun radiating every color at once. He’s never experienced anything like this with anyone before.
// The way you write him is exactly the way I've always imagined him to be. 🥹
|| STOP, I'LL CRY.
I love writing with you! Really has made me love the ship even more.
I love writing with you! Really has made me love the ship even more.
// Monday appreciation for Will’s mun. Hands down the best Will writer I’ve ever met. You made me fall in love with writing this ship all over again 😭🫀
@expertempathy.bsky.social
@expertempathy.bsky.social
June 30, 2025 at 3:46 PM
// The way you write him is exactly the way I've always imagined him to be. 🥹
// Monday appreciation for Will’s mun. Hands down the best Will writer I’ve ever met. You made me fall in love with writing this ship all over again 😭🫀
@expertempathy.bsky.social
@expertempathy.bsky.social
June 30, 2025 at 3:33 PM
// Monday appreciation for Will’s mun. Hands down the best Will writer I’ve ever met. You made me fall in love with writing this ship all over again 😭🫀
@expertempathy.bsky.social
@expertempathy.bsky.social
Hannibal meets Will’s gaze, holding him there.
“You’re the first,” his voice is a whisper, lips curled into a smile, “The only one I ever allowed to see me.”
“You’re the first,” his voice is a whisper, lips curled into a smile, “The only one I ever allowed to see me.”
"To see you. . . Know you. It's lucky."
Will pushes away from the desk, and then steps around it, to step into Hannibal's space.
"I. . . See you, Hannibal."
Will pushes away from the desk, and then steps around it, to step into Hannibal's space.
"I. . . See you, Hannibal."
"You think they are?" he asked softly.
"I just hope they see I’m the right one for them. I give them the time to find themselves before they find me." He tucked his notebook away and locked the drawer of his desk.
"I just hope they see I’m the right one for them. I give them the time to find themselves before they find me." He tucked his notebook away and locked the drawer of his desk.
June 30, 2025 at 2:42 PM
Hannibal meets Will’s gaze, holding him there.
“You’re the first,” his voice is a whisper, lips curled into a smile, “The only one I ever allowed to see me.”
“You’re the first,” his voice is a whisper, lips curled into a smile, “The only one I ever allowed to see me.”
"You think they are?" he asked softly.
"I just hope they see I’m the right one for them. I give them the time to find themselves before they find me." He tucked his notebook away and locked the drawer of his desk.
"I just hope they see I’m the right one for them. I give them the time to find themselves before they find me." He tucked his notebook away and locked the drawer of his desk.
Will's eyes slide back to Hannibal, looking up through his lashes. There's something. . . Fond in his expression.
"They're lucky."
"They're lucky."
That eye contact draws a smile from Hannibal for reasons that need no explanation. He doesn't look away even when Will does.
"Yes. There is one."
"Yes. There is one."
June 29, 2025 at 6:07 PM
"You think they are?" he asked softly.
"I just hope they see I’m the right one for them. I give them the time to find themselves before they find me." He tucked his notebook away and locked the drawer of his desk.
"I just hope they see I’m the right one for them. I give them the time to find themselves before they find me." He tucked his notebook away and locked the drawer of his desk.
That eye contact draws a smile from Hannibal for reasons that need no explanation. He doesn't look away even when Will does.
"Yes. There is one."
"Yes. There is one."
Will glances up, meeting Hannibal's gaze evenly for a moment before looking away — seeing more than he should, always.
"Is someone filling the voids for you, Hannibal?"
"Is someone filling the voids for you, Hannibal?"
"To be frank, forming connections has never come easy to me. My mind is a labyrinth of layers, making it nearly impossible to let anyone in. It's beautiful that when you believe yourself incompatible with the world, that one person emerges to fill the voids you never knew existed, making you whole."
June 29, 2025 at 5:42 PM
That eye contact draws a smile from Hannibal for reasons that need no explanation. He doesn't look away even when Will does.
"Yes. There is one."
"Yes. There is one."
"To be frank, forming connections has never come easy to me. My mind is a labyrinth of layers, making it nearly impossible to let anyone in. It's beautiful that when you believe yourself incompatible with the world, that one person emerges to fill the voids you never knew existed, making you whole."
"When you can form a meaningful connection with anyone, nothing is meaningful anymore. I've always had trouble knowing what's real."
“That’s been… quite a while,” he said with a small smile.
Strangely, the thought didn’t make him jealous, it only made him more eager to take Will out.
Strangely, the thought didn’t make him jealous, it only made him more eager to take Will out.
June 29, 2025 at 5:05 PM
"To be frank, forming connections has never come easy to me. My mind is a labyrinth of layers, making it nearly impossible to let anyone in. It's beautiful that when you believe yourself incompatible with the world, that one person emerges to fill the voids you never knew existed, making you whole."
“That’s been… quite a while,” he said with a small smile.
Strangely, the thought didn’t make him jealous, it only made him more eager to take Will out.
Strangely, the thought didn’t make him jealous, it only made him more eager to take Will out.
Will frowns, considering for a moment. It's longer ago than he would care to admit.
"I still lived in New Orleans, working homicide. I was talking to someone when I lived in DC, but we never did anything."
"I still lived in New Orleans, working homicide. I was talking to someone when I lived in DC, but we never did anything."
“When was the last time you actually went on a date?” he asked, using his professional tone - detached and unimpressed, but beneath it all, he was genuinely curious.
June 29, 2025 at 1:31 PM
“That’s been… quite a while,” he said with a small smile.
Strangely, the thought didn’t make him jealous, it only made him more eager to take Will out.
Strangely, the thought didn’t make him jealous, it only made him more eager to take Will out.
You did?
I noticed your eyes. That was the first thing I found attractive.
You're very attractive to me.
June 29, 2025 at 1:29 PM
You did?
You're very attractive to me.
I know you're not being facetious, and that you actually do find me that attractive — I'm. . . Flattered?
Yes, that is my name?
June 27, 2025 at 9:01 PM
You're very attractive to me.
Yes, that is my name?
Hannibal.
Just one? He has an entire notebook devoted to the subject.
June 27, 2025 at 8:29 PM
Yes, that is my name?
Just one? He has an entire notebook devoted to the subject.
June 27, 2025 at 7:58 PM
Just one? He has an entire notebook devoted to the subject.
“When was the last time you actually went on a date?” he asked, using his professional tone - detached and unimpressed, but beneath it all, he was genuinely curious.
"Yes, he is," Will agrees. "And so will Alana, when he asks her why I'm lying about it."
It makes him scoff a little, that everyone assumes he just can't date, because it's pretty much entirely his own choice. He likes it.
"I won't need to tell him. He'll assume something is wrong and ask you."
It makes him scoff a little, that everyone assumes he just can't date, because it's pretty much entirely his own choice. He likes it.
"I won't need to tell him. He'll assume something is wrong and ask you."
“He’s gonna think you’re lying,” he teased him. He knew Will and that all his social life was with his dogs. Pretty much everyone knew that.
"Doctor's orders, if he asks."
"Doctor's orders, if he asks."
June 24, 2025 at 9:20 PM
“When was the last time you actually went on a date?” he asked, using his professional tone - detached and unimpressed, but beneath it all, he was genuinely curious.
“He’s gonna think you’re lying,” he teased him. He knew Will and that all his social life was with his dogs. Pretty much everyone knew that.
"Doctor's orders, if he asks."
"Doctor's orders, if he asks."
Will chuckles, tapping his fingers against the book with a faint smile.
"I'm just thinking about telling Jack I'm not coming in to work because I have a date."
"I'm just thinking about telling Jack I'm not coming in to work because I have a date."
That earned a heartfelt laugh from Hannibal. “I’ll make sure all those killers give you a break tomorrow. It’s important, I want you to look perfect for your date.”
June 24, 2025 at 8:23 PM
“He’s gonna think you’re lying,” he teased him. He knew Will and that all his social life was with his dogs. Pretty much everyone knew that.
"Doctor's orders, if he asks."
"Doctor's orders, if he asks."
Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?
June 24, 2025 at 8:21 PM
Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?