Fabric of a Fragile Home
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The Light of Your Eyes. The Warmth of Your Smile. by itsbeautiful
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
02 Feb 2017
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A time stamp series from characters and events from main novels of Transcendent Suffering and Echoes Beneath.
Dedicated by request to my beloved readers. You are the light of my life.
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“Will!” The older man’s eyes snapped open, heaving up right, and smacking a sneaky hand once more and then a backside for good measure. “Leave my profiteroles alone this instant or find something else to do with your time.”
“What I normally do with my time happens to be scolding me…” Will reminded with a lazy roll of hips against a thickening interest with a smirk. “He also is very fussy about me blowing him in front of company.”
“You Americans and you’re rules. How dull it must be for you with all these standards of conformity and politeness.”
Peter rucked up a soft cotton hoodie, exposing a frail ribcage, kissing a freckle on the priest’s stomach until he giggled then flushed a furious shade of red.
“Elias and I have no such reservations.”
“We know,” Hannibal and Will groaned in unison.
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- Part 1 of Fabric of a Fragile Home
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“Leave them on…” Will rumbled, grabbing hair and pushed a head down his stomach. “…and suck my cock.”
Hannibal looked up with a dark stare and a head tilt, struggling to catch his breath. “No ‘please?’”
“I know…I don’t need to ask, politely or otherwise, to get what I want from you now.”
Red eyes glittered with hunger, tongue flicking out to taste the power left on lips.
“Isn’t that what you wanted, Doctor Lecter? For me to take what I want from you.”
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- Part 2 of Fabric of a Fragile Home
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((Will risks going back to the States to find Peter and bring him home to Elias. (Takes place one or two years later after Chapter 151 of Transcendent Suffering.))
Peter lunged forward, gun first.
“Jesus Christ!” Will threw up both hands in defense, knife clattering to the floor and shook his head. “Peter! No. Peter! I’m not here to hurt you. I swear to—”
“Ferme ta gueule, fils de pute!” Peter screamed, gripping the shaking revolver with both hands, tears staining cheeks.
“Hey, hey…” The younger man thrust an upturned palm forward, head jerking back and slamming against the window as a cold barrel jammed against his forehead. “Calm the fuck down!”
He suddenly heard the dial tone. Saw the cell phone lit up near the corner of a broken lamp. The faint voice in the background saying, 'hello, hello, are you still with me, sir? Sir?'
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- Part 3 of Fabric of a Fragile Home
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Based on a requested prompt. Where Will is an idiot, ahem, I mean Will loves Hannibal and tries to surprise him by making a home cooked meal using dishes from Lithuania. Fails spectacularly to lie his way out of it and everything goes horribly wrong. And then they cuddle. The end.
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He wanted to run. To be anywhere but that room. Questions hanging heavily in the air.
“A moment ago, I was considering choking the life out of you with your apron,” The older man said in a monotone.
“Well. I...” Will looked at the half apron covered in flour, smattered in frying oil, and smudged in various sticky stains of berries. Then at his bright red knuckles, throb pulsating up his arm. He glanced at the wedding bands on his other hand. “I…would like it if you reconsidered, darling?”
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- Part 4 of Fabric of a Fragile Home
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A little peek/drabble continuation of the 'Echoes Beneath' universe, occurring after we last see our Idiots in Love after Chapter 40, and beginning around Chapter 50, as requested by dearest and loveliest reader, as a distraction from current depressing circumstances our Murder Husbands are in.
"I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet." -Poet, John Keats
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“Missing them only hurts when I realize how happy I am and remember why I shouldn’t be.” Soft snuffling turned brittle. “Sometimes I feel so guilty.”“Me too.” Peter kissed a damp hairline, cupping a nape gently, feeling for the chain of a crucifix that now hung on their bedpost on the weeks Elias lost faith. “I owe them my life for bringing me back to you.”
Hence the long walks. Where I sometimes find you in tears, screaming at God.
“Will we stay? After.”
After. What a small word for such a monumental event looming on the horizon.
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- Part 5 of Fabric of a Fragile Home