Will Graham is just an Omega who wants to be left alone. All his life he's been fighting his biology, trying to stay normal amid the natural instincts within him that rage, clawing at their cages. A wall against the world has been built based on confusion and anger, but what happens when he meets an Alpha that challenges his beliefs? Hannibal Lecter is an amazing cook, accomplished psychiatrist, eats human flesh from time to time, and smells divine. "The tragedy is not to die but to be wasted." - Hannibal (This fic can also be found on An Archive of Our Own and fanfiction.net) WARNING: Triggers, non-con, violence, sexuality

I have a Hannibal hyperfixation and I have to keep my heart fed. Enjoy all the gay shit my fellow unstable queers.

Will Graham awakens to find himself trapped in the cold dark basement of Hannibal Lecters home. This is a HanniGram (aka Murder Husbands) Fanfiction that includes pet play.

Will Graham needs help. Recovering from a tragic past, his job is quickly making him deteriorate. He needs someone that he can talk to- but that someone has ulterior motives in mind. Hannibal Lecter is the Devil, roaming Earth for eons after falling from Heaven, and he ropes Will into something that he can never escape. But eventually, Will won't want to escape

Hannigram's short stories - and Hannibal's, alone - are unrelated to each other. Each is unique, without continuation.

"Is it going to last?" The older man asked softly as his eyes turned into light when crashed with the dark depths of ocean waters; when splashed by that enormous wave of blueness he had come to adore so much. "You?" The brunet enquired with a crack in his voice, which could be a sign of meaningless quavering or a thunder hidden underneath the crack, waiting for a friendly storm in his awakened darkness. "You and I. The continuum of your crime and my time of dying," Hannibal answered quietly.

Will Graham is convinced that he doesn't have a soulmate, so when Hannibal Lecter kisses him on New Year's and they develop matching soulmate marks, he is more than a little surprised. But that surprise turns into inner turmoil and suspicion when he realizes that Hannibal fits the profile of the Chesapeake Ripper almost perfectly. If his soulmate is truly the notorious serial killer...well, what does that say about him? Marked mature for graphic violence, swearing, and potentially other mature themes. Originally written for the Open Novella Contest 2020 using prompts #67 & #68. An open fanfiction, meaning it was written to be read without needing previous knowledge of the fandom. Season 1 AU, post-episode: s01e08 Fromage. Highest rank in: #nbchannibal {#2} #murderhusbands {#2} #hannigram {#3} #opennovellacontest2020 {#4} Hannibal is copyright © 2015 Bryan Fuller, NBC, Thomas Harris, et al. Upon the Heart is copyright © 2021 Cora Alexander. All Rights Reserved.

One shot scenes of either heart warming fluff, or hard-core smutt ❤ (The parts marked "x" are fluff) Alot of Murder aesthetic scenes too, with moving gifs and pics. *pls vote/comment*:D

Exactly what the title says, just a bunch of HanniGram one shots. Also posted on AO3

He was so ashamed of himself, of his body. Angry tears filled with embarrassment started to roll down his cheeks when he felt the obscene way his pants stuck to his butt and thighs as he moved. To his horror, he must have said some of this aloud because a few seconds later Hannibal began to speak while he did his belt buckle. "Don't ever be ashamed of yourself or your body, Will. What your body is doing is a beautiful thing. A natural cycle of life." He said in a firm tone. Will felt a sob clawing at his throat so he clenched his jaw closed and held his breath to prevent it. He nodded, not knowing what else to do. Hannibal had no idea that he dealt with this four times a year. They'd never talked about anything heat related during their sessions, not yet anyways.