warpedchyld:

hoechlinslapsdylansbutt:

bu0nanotte:

metaphorgoneawry:

No, but think of how a S4 might eventually play out if Will and Hannibal are ever caught by the FBI or some foreign law enforcement. After all the melding and consummation between them, imagine how fucking livid they would be at being separated and being in different cells, or even different facilities. Will demanding to see Hannibal while they’re in the same building and shouting/screaming/fighting against guards, Hannibal hearing Will calling for him and losing all his chill and pacing around his cell like an angry lion. 

*gross sobbing

I don’t really think it would end well to any guard, police officer, any person between them. No one would survive. 

For a lot of less Hanni eat people, being apart from the man he loves and loves him back…  Will would probably go in his first murder rampage, no amount of guilty by killing innocent people would stop him.

Now prision can hold any of them apart.

*and this actually makes me fucking happy*

Will paced the cell with almost manic energy, pulling his hair in frustration and kicking himself for screaming Hannibal’s name as they dragged him away. He had heard Hannibal’s indrawn breath, inaudible to all but Will who had memorized all of Hannibal’s tells. And he was terrified. Not for himself. He knew Jack wanted him alive. Wanted to believe he had been brainwashed like Miriam and could still be saved and Jack wouldn’t have to put him down like a rabid dog. No Will had no fear what would happen to himself. Nor did he fear what would happen to anyone else. They were non-entities, less than the pigs he and Hannibal slaughtered and dined on.

Will feared for Hannibal. Trapped in a cold cell. Bound. Powerless. Helpless. Hearing someone he loved crying out for him as they were dragged away by people intent on harming them. The breath he head Hannibal give fills his head, ears, eye until it is almost as physical as the Ravenstag of old.

Will slumped in a corner, knees drawn up, arms dangling over them, head bowed. He waited. And waited. And waited.

The sound of footsteps woke him. Familiar ones and he sighed and stood as his cell door was opened. Unmindful of the blooak soaked into his Hannibal’s jumper, Will hugged him tight, greedily inhaling his husband’s scent as Hannibal did the same, hands roaming all over Will checking for any injury.

Will kept his eyes on Hannibal’s expression, watching the feral viciousness slowly leave as, reassured Will was alive and unharmed, sanity started to return. Hands cupped Will’s face and he finally let his tears fall, grasping Hannibal to him tightly.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry i called for you. I shouldn’t have.”

Hannibal kissed him to silence the flow of words and Will knew there was nothing to ask forgiveness for. He was unharmed. They were going to get away.

But first…they had just enough time to find Jack’s and Alana’s new addresses.