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you may be a sinner, but your innocence is mine by multifandom_fanfic_writer
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
16 May 2021
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“Hello,” Will said. He wanted to say something else, something to convey his relief at Hannibal being alive, being okay, but he didn’t know what to say.
“Hello,” Hannibal responded. His eyes were bright. “You are very beautiful.”
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24 Mar 2022
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Nestled into the wall on one side of the room, surrounded by grates shaped like a cupped hand, a large and happy fire blazes brightly, casting orange and black patterns that give the impression of being within the bars of a cage.
Hannibal smiles to himself, considering the metaphor. He knows he is not the first occupant of this room – and, perhaps, if fate and circumstance are not kind to him, he won't be the last either. But he will certainly inhabit this place the longest.
Though the grate suggests otherwise, this is not a cage.
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15 Jan 2022
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Proper Punishments and Sweeter Rewards by DarkDreamsOfHannigram, theconsciousdarkness
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
30 Jul 2014
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- Part 6 of Season One-Inspired Hannigram: One-Shots
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13 Jan 2022
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Something about Hisoka is alluring, the way a blade is. Gon can’t help but want to reach out and touch the gleaming point.
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07 Sep 2020
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“Um,” he says, and behind the desk the clerk looks up. His eyes, Gon sees in surprise, are a startling gold. They shine like candy-wrapper foil in the low light. “How much is the tea?”
“Price varies by weight and selection,” replies the clerk in a soft tenor. He flicks his fingers towards the shelves; his nails are long and sharp like a mountain lion’s except that they’re painted pale blue, his fingers narrow and shapely. “The price is listed at the bottom of the label,” he intones as though he’s said it a thousand times. And yet somehow Gon can’t see many people stopping into this shop and even fewer interrupting the clerk to ask.
Or: Hisoka runs a tea store as a front to a hit man business.