Hannigram

by BlushingUnderWar

There’s a corpse in Pensacola with molten silver for eyes, another in Ocala dressed in a tattered flannel, a third in Jupiter with clumps of sodden bucktail occluding a deep wound across its abdomen.Retiring in Sugarloaf Key should be sweet and easy, but when the Florida Man headlines hit a little t

by ThornsBetweenTeeth

In Camelot, every knight is measured by the weight of his sword.But Arthur calls a man unlike the others to his Round Table: Will Graham, known to some as Galahad, a seer whose gift cuts deeper than steel. He walks into silence and draws out truth, whether men wish it spoken or not. Among knights fo

by dovesandravens

“Not fond of psychology then I gather?” Hannibal asks once Jack has disappeared from his periphary. “Not fond of therapists,” Will Graham stresses. “Very nosy bunch, and entirely too fond of me.” ————— The murder of a young woman calls the BAU to rural Louisiana. Hannibal is a reluctant participant,

by MartiSkin

“Looking for something specific,” he asked, voice calm, measured, “or do you enjoy getting lost?” Will stopped. He raised his head slowly, meeting Hannibal’s gaze. There was no overt challenge in it, no flirtation—just precision. The unsettling sense that the question reached further than it should

by IIIcarefulibiteIII

Will Graham survives the fall. Hannibal doesn't. Fleeing to a forgotten cabin in Montana, Will finds unexpected solace in Duncan Vizla—a gruff, retired assassin who is the spitting image of the man he lost. But when the ghost of his past resurfaces, Will must finally confront the abuse he's been rom