Fic - Impasto (Hannibal TV)
Jun. 9th, 2020 05:44 pmImpasto is my entry for the Eat the Rude Bang challenge. It's an AU take on Will’s journey through Europe in search of himself Hannibal. Or alternatively, Tiggy has way too much fun playing with the many layers of imagery in the show.
Words: 9300
Rating: Mature
Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter (non-explicit)
I started writing this fic as a one-shot, but about a third of the way through, I realised I was actually writing the version of season three that would have happened in the Bad Connections universe. So while it is a belated, accidental sequel, it also works perfectly well as a stand-alone story.

Thank you once again to the wonderful whispers-in-the-chrysalis for her lovely art. Whispers’ art post is here on tumblr, go and support her 💗
Hannibal’s peering down into the giant platter of molluscs, watching them crawl over one another in endless circles. “The snails could get out, if they wanted – they could crawl beyond the lip of stone and explore the vast acreage of forest – but they don’t.”
Will’s mouth twists at the edges, bitter with knowledge. “They feel comfortable and safe in what they know, despite the ever-present predator.”
“There are predators everywhere, in every level of this world.” Hannibal’s eyes are back on Will, unblinking and quiet. “The only difference is whether we choose to see them.”
There’s a smile tugging within him, impossible to resist as it seeps into the muscles of his face. “Some of us see them and invite them inside.”
“Many people do that, Will.” Hannibal’s voice is soft, a low rumble whispered through the mist. “Humanity saw the wolf and admired his strength and cunning, and then we brought him into our homes.” His humour fills his expression, as gentle as his words. “One might say it’s in our nature.”
“By the time he comes inside, he’s no longer a wolf,” Will says.
“The wolf adapts, the human adapts.” Hannibal’s head tilts, that perfect, minute movement that’s so unbearably familiar. “Is it possible for every predator to change to accommodate another, if it’s something they both desire?”
Impasto on AO3.
Words: 9300
Rating: Mature
Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter (non-explicit)
I started writing this fic as a one-shot, but about a third of the way through, I realised I was actually writing the version of season three that would have happened in the Bad Connections universe. So while it is a belated, accidental sequel, it also works perfectly well as a stand-alone story.

Thank you once again to the wonderful whispers-in-the-chrysalis for her lovely art. Whispers’ art post is here on tumblr, go and support her 💗
Hannibal’s peering down into the giant platter of molluscs, watching them crawl over one another in endless circles. “The snails could get out, if they wanted – they could crawl beyond the lip of stone and explore the vast acreage of forest – but they don’t.”
Will’s mouth twists at the edges, bitter with knowledge. “They feel comfortable and safe in what they know, despite the ever-present predator.”
“There are predators everywhere, in every level of this world.” Hannibal’s eyes are back on Will, unblinking and quiet. “The only difference is whether we choose to see them.”
There’s a smile tugging within him, impossible to resist as it seeps into the muscles of his face. “Some of us see them and invite them inside.”
“Many people do that, Will.” Hannibal’s voice is soft, a low rumble whispered through the mist. “Humanity saw the wolf and admired his strength and cunning, and then we brought him into our homes.” His humour fills his expression, as gentle as his words. “One might say it’s in our nature.”
“By the time he comes inside, he’s no longer a wolf,” Will says.
“The wolf adapts, the human adapts.” Hannibal’s head tilts, that perfect, minute movement that’s so unbearably familiar. “Is it possible for every predator to change to accommodate another, if it’s something they both desire?”
Impasto on AO3.