At Least He’s Having A Kinda Balanced Meal 😔

Hannibal looked so offended when he heard thatcome out of Gideons mouth 

HANNIBAL 1.11 "Rôti"

will graham wanted hannibal lecter’s arms to be his tomb

10/10 would read each and every time

me writing fics: *them being domestic cuddly cute psychotically romantic and having nasty nasty sex* *remembers they're supposed to be murderers* *them killing for no reason* *back to domestic shit cuddling nasty nasty sex* *oh yeah, they're psychos* *makes Will say some weird ass line about killing for no reason* *nasty nasty sex and cuddling session*

Thank you twilight shitposting fb for this idea

"Well, I don't mind it." Will said as he laid a blanket on the wooden floor, followed by a pillow. "It's not my first time sleeping in this kind of conditions." He added as he grabbed another pillow and another blanket and threw them on his improvised bed. "I am more worried about you. Need any help with that?"

Hannibal was unsuccessfully trying to light up the damp pieces of wood in the fireplace.

"It's not my first time sleeping in this kind of conditions either."

Will stared outside the window. There were high chances they wouldn't be able to open the door of the cabin in the morning due to the heavy snowfall. Another blanket would have been welcome since the wooden walls of the cabin allowed the chilly wind to creep in, whistling.

"Don't bother with the fire." Will said as he heard Hannibal's third frustrated groan. He only let those out in exceptional situations. There are not many things that don't go right for Hannibal Lecter.

"You will freeze." He replied shortly.

"My body warmth will be enough for us both. And these blankets might be a little moldy but you can pretend it's a fancy lavender scent."

The fact that Hannibal showed no reaction to his joke worried Will even more. Part of him knew he should just shut up and let Hannibal struggle with the fire for as long as he wants but another part of him didn't want to shut up. Changing the subject sounded like a reasonable idea.

"We might end up eating frozen squirrels. That is, if we can open the door."

Hannibal didn't even turn to face him, still leaning over the the fireplace. This time his silence felt heavier. It felt like a response.

"Are you there?" Will asked.

"Have you ever eaten a frozen squirrel, Will?"

His voice sounded somewhat dangerous, yet bittersweet. As if the question was meant to be spilled like an inkpot.

"I have not."

"I have."

"You won't have to do that again. Come here, I made us a nice bed."

For the first time, Hannibal abandoned the fire and turned to face Will. "Do you believe I am concerned about freezing? About having to eat frozen animals?"

Will was not sure what to answer to that since it sounded rhetorical.

"I don't care about what happens to me. I am worried about having you go through all of that. I am trying to keep you warm."

"Heartwarming." Will commented, arching an eyebrow. "However, I do care about what happens to you and I will keep you warm."

"I don't-"

Will made one of those sounds he would make to quiet his dogs when they would protest.

"You will step away from that fireplace and you will come here." Will ordered sternly. He followed Hannibal with his gaze, obeying him without any other objection. He crawled next to Will, under the moldy blanket.

Will searched for his hands underneath the blanket and brought them to his mouth. He blew warm air over them.

"I will keep you warm." Will repeated, this time softly, as a whisper. Hannibal stared at Will's face in the darkness of the cabin. His blue eyes gleamed like morning dew on the petals of a forget-me-not.

"Keep me warm, Will." Hannibal said, accepting his fate.

At least now, someone would keep warm the little boy who had died in the snow.

This is what Radaway was made for

Great minds think alike pookie ✨✨

All I can think of rn is Adam having a complete meltdown and Nigel not knowing how to help so he calls Hannibal and Duncan to help and Hannibal tells him what to do and when that doesn't work Duncan just fucking comes to their place with a bunch of star stickers for Adam (I'm having artblock rn or else I'd draw it. Plus an extremely bad English day)

I see no difference

You cannot tell me which one is price it’s impossible

“You were a wonderful experience..”

“You were…everything..”

TW: mentions of death (think that’s about it)

So we all know that the army isn’t safe most of the time

but one day The 141 was on a mission per usual before something bad happens to ghost and Johnny can’t get to him in time when he finally gets to Simon he’s already to hurt to be saved

Johnny holds Simon in his arms crying telling him no begging him not to go he can’t leave him alone

There’s so many things they haven’t done together so many things soap hasn’t said to Simon but nonetheless ghost softly cups soaps face taking off his face covering

He kisses soap handing him his dog tag before soap can protest before soap even has a chance to do anything else Simon looks at soap with a smile before closing his eyes and taking his last breath everything in that moment just stops time stops for soap

He can’t hear price taking into the coms he can’t hear the distance gun shots he’s just focused on Simon the man he once loved no the man he still loves is now gone before he could do anything before he could say anything it’s like his world just ended that day…. The day Simon ‘ghost’ Riley passed he took John ‘soap’ MacTavish with him… and everyone knew that..

This is a repost from my twitter :)