Set after season 2. Hannibal is back in Florence. But his heart was left and Broken in the hands of Will Graham. He had committed the sin of pride and foolish . Now he still longed for the family that had been destroyed. He still longed for Will Graham. Will he find his way back home? Home wasn't a place . It was a single person for him.

Dark Loner Will Graham intrigued by The Chesapeake Ripper . . . Chesapeake Ripper annoyed that his chosen rude are already dead, sloppily displayed, mocking him . . .

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

Recopilatorio de historias cortos/one-shots (es decir que comienzan y terminan en una sola parte) que escribí durante los días de la pandemia del COVID y que al fin me animo a compartir años mas tarde. Escribí aproximadamente +80 one shots que podrán disfrutar y donde podrán ver mi propia mejora como escritora. Espero que disfruten cada uno tanto como yo disfrute escribirlos ✨️❤️ Hay para todos los gustos! (Mayormente Hannigram pero con el tiempo tambien escribi SpaceDogs y SpaceKaiser) ~♡~♡~♡~ ❗️Contenido Hombre x Hombre. ❗️Evitar comentarios hiriente y/o ofensivos. Si no es de tu gusto mejor no lo leas. ❗️Todos los derechos de personajes reservados para Thomas Harris y/o Bryan Fuller.

Ésta historia se desarrolla tras el final de la tercera temporada de la serie Hannibal, donde Will y el doctor Lecter han sobrevivido a la larga caída desde el acantilado, la esperanza de una nueva vida surge, en ella no hay cabida para el arrepentimiento o la culpa; sin embargo el camino que han elegido es tortuoso, sombras del pasado nublan el presente y hacen casi imposible ver el futuro, Hannibal hará cualquier cosa por atar a Will a su lado, su curiosidad por las acciones de Will no tienen límite, pero ¿Will estará dispuesto a seguir ese camino y dejar atrás todo lo que conoce cómo correcto para saciar la peligrosa curiosidad que la influencia dicta sobre él?

Lutando contra o abuso sexual de seu pai e a negação da situação de sua mãe, Will sonha com uma vida livre de sua família, enquanto fantasia sobre um relacionamento com o jovem que mora ao lado, cuja casa representa um refúgio seguro para ele. -Livro traduzido e adaptado-

It's after the fight with the Red Dragon, Will wakes up in a hospital bed alive and well. But he can't remember anything; his memory's only going back to the very beginning. He has no idea who Hannibal is, Abigail Hobbs, nothing. He now has to go through trying to recover the memory's he has lost with the help from an old "friend".

Asylum of Desire is a tale of obsession, manipulation, and surrender-a slow-burning descent into madness that asks how far the mind can twist before it finally breaks. Will Graham was supposed to be the FBI's best weapon-brilliant, broken, but loyal. Dr. Hannibal Lecter was meant to be his guide, his anchor, his salvation. Instead, he became something far more dangerous. What began as therapy became seduction. What began as profiling became performance. As gruesome murders shake the nation, Will and Hannibal dance behind the curtain-partners in thought, in violence, and in something far more intimate. But not everyone is blind to the truth. Alana Bloom sees cracks in the illusion. Frederick Chilton is determined to expose them-if only to save himself. Clarice Starling is watching from the shadows, following a trail of blood the Bureau refuses to believe in. And Jack Crawford? He still thinks he's in control. As bodies pile up and the mask begins to slip, Will must confront the terrifying truth: the line between predator and partner was never as clear as he hoped. And maybe it's already far too late to turn back. The hunt has become a courtship. The killer, a kindred spirit. And the lamb? He's learned to sharpen his teeth.

Golpeé a Hannibal con todo el rencor que tenía... y aun así, al final, fui yo quien se quedó temblando. No sé en qué momento dejé de odiarlo. Me pidió que confiara en él. Impuse reglas, distancias, muros y él los cruzó todos con paciencia, con ternura... con algo que nunca supe nombrar. A veces lo detesto por lo que despertó en mí, otras, me pregunto si alguna vez fui libre de elegir. ••• Hay placeres que no nacen del contacto, sino de la contemplación. Will nunca entendió que observar es una forma de amar. Cada vez que lo miraba, descubría algo nuevo en su caos, en esa mente que se resistía a sí misma como un animal herido buscando la salida del fuego. Cuando me golpeó, no sentí rabia, sentí alivio porque la furia también es una confesión y la suya llevaba mi nombre. Lo envié al abismo creyendo que así lo protegería, fallé como todo creador que ama demasiado su obra, pero aún podía corregir el trazo y rediseñar el destino, aunque el castigo de su desconfianza me acompañara paso a paso. A veces lo veía reír y el mundo se volvía tolerable, otras veces lo veía temblar y el mundo se volvía mío.

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