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Reciprocal Alchemy - Chapter 24

yeah yeah, i said i was going to post the final chapters all at once buuuuuut i got antsy.

don't think anybody is going to be mad about it, enjoy babes <3

When Will finally spoke, his voice was honed with the years of resentment Jack had earned piece by piece. “Compromised?” he repeated, allowing derision to suffuse his words. “You mean like when you used me to flush out killers? When you pushed me to the breaking point because you couldn’t solve this on your own?”  His words didn’t falter, growing harsher with every syllable, the bitter edge of them slicing clean through the tension in the room. Will’s chest rose and fell with shallow, uneven breaths, but he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop now. “When my brain was on fire,” Will continued, his voice rising slightly, “and you were too busy chasing shadows to see it?”

Intro Post

name: ophelia (or ophie if you don't feel like spelling it out lol)

i've realized i'm trans within the last year and even though i prefer they/he pronouns now i don't think names have to be gendered. and ophelia is a name i've always loved since my teenage years. so it feels fitting to pick something new that fits with me a little better now. i understand people may forget to use 'ophelia' because it's nothing i've ever used in fandom, so it is totally okay if anyone calls me coffee instead. either is fine with me <3

i'm an adult (twenties). minors DNI because it's for my own comfort. please respect that. i write mature and sometimes explicit content. if i don't see your age (indicating your 18+) in your profile then i won't interact with you.

i love writing Hannigram fics centered around Hannibal being vulnerable. also whump, too, because it is sooo scrumptious to explore Hannibal's composure shattering and Will being there to witness it. anyone can send me fic prompts or send me a ramble in my ask page box (is that what it's called? 😭 idk but mine is titled "yap with me! ♡") to discuss Hannibal's vulnerability because i would love love love to yap my heart out about it with y'all (especially regarding regressed Hannibal/little Hannibal)!!

i use the tag "traumatized hannibal my beloved" and (and my newest one: "housewife hannibal my beloved") for nearly every (if not all) of my rambles about Hannibal's vulnerability. the tag "coffeeasks" is where i answer questions/respond to people's ask submissions! the tag "coffee rambles" is where my rambles go.

here is my vulnerable Hannibal fic rec list

(i might reorganize it one day very soon).

my AO3 is coffeeinrain!

Hannibal is breathless--precome welling around the catheter in ceaseless beadings. He's soaking Will's gloves--cock pulsing and stiffening with each abrupt shift of Will's wrist. He's lying on an inflatable air mattress in a cramped tent. He knows a catheter is necessary and would not mind it under any other circumstance. But it's dizzying to have Will insert it--movements as cautious as can be--murmuring soothing sounds as if Hannibal is a distressed stray in agony instead of whimpering through sharp waves of pleasure. He's leaking. He knows. He can't resist a pitifully needy thrust--body seeking friction on its own--something molten and torturously good spears into the very depths of Hannibal's cock--a pleasure unknown. He can't even think to stifle a voice-cracking moan. His toes and fingers curl in response, sweaty against the sheets. Opening his eyes is an impossible feat. He waits for the inevitable--for Will's gloved hand to retreat--for Will to recoil in discomfort. He feels a shocked breath stutter through a wail as fingers curl around his cock with intent--with breath stealing warmth--with a tender confidence--and begin to stroke--while the tubing of the catheter twists (slow and careful yet enough to wrench another tearful cry from straining lungs).

Will presses a kiss to Hannibal's kneecap, whispering gentle words of encouragement. He doesn't last long--pulsing and sweating and trembling. He can't last long at all--not when Will says "come on, cher, you're almost there."

Post-Fall Hannibal being so touch-starved that in the middle of having a catheter inserted every shred of composure snaps--and whimpering and thrusting up into Will's gloved hand is all Hannibal can do. Hannibal experiencing sounding via a catheter would slay in a fic. I have it halfway written, but maybe I'll finish it one day 🤭

mutuals. c'mere. this is a checkpoint. i am checking in. i am wrapping you in a blanket and giving you a nice warm drink. also some pretty flowers. it will be ok.

so true his brain would’ve combusted on the spot

U r not going to stand there and tell me that if will kissed hannibal good after that "i would could never entirely predict u" bit that he wouldn't audibly whimper and fall to his knees.

That man was waiting for will to do smtn to him.

rebirth (explicit, 1.4k words)

Post-Fall, Hannibal needs Will's assistance to relearn how to perform even the most natural of tasks (such as reaching orgasm) after suffering from brain damage and amnesia.

y'all! i made some edits to my previous ramble and added some scrumptious additions about Hannibal's overactive cowper's glands 🤭 and made it into a more concise tiny little ficlet to have a home on AO3! might be my shortest one yet, but it was very fun <3

Imagine if during Will’s honey trap era, he dropped by unannounced and found Hannibal slumped on the floor of his kitchen—wearing his red sweater and matching pajama pants—too weak and fatigued from the flu to make it back to bed.

He’s fevered and shivering, barely holding onto a half-eaten piece of toast that’s dangling between his sleep-slackened fingers. His bangs are fanned out across his forehead, softening his features and two days’ growth of stubble dusts his jaw. Will manages to wake him and strips him down to his boxers to wrangle him into a cold bath in hopes of bringing down his fever. Hannibal panics and tries to climb out—away from the frigid water—but Will holds him down.

Cue Hannibal’s cryophobia emerging for the first time in decades and he regresses. In under a minute, he’s sobbing and on the verge of hyperventilating, clinging to Will and losing his footing as he makes another effort to escape, slipping back into the water and busting his chin on the edge of the tub.

i'm sobbing ohmygod 😭💔

imagine that being the first time Hannibal ever leaned into an embrace (okay i think he did it with Abigail once but that was inauthentic), searching for a small crumb of comfort, in decades. imagine if the last genuine hug he'd had was when he was a mute teenager and would wake up from night terrors and be hugged or held by his uncle or Lady Murasaki. then, Hannibal spent the next two decades not ever being hugged until now.

"the embrace he dreamed he'd get, if they'd run away together" is killing me because omg imagine Hannibal being so excited to run away together and hoping Will would hug him. Hannibal post-bshci would be so, so touch-starved and Will had to know or at least form an inkling. the cliff hug was Hannibal's first hug in literal years. Hannibal was probably on cloud 9. post-fall Hannibal would probably still crave it (being hugged, being touched) but be too hesitant to seek it out (unless while asleep and unconsciously crept closer to Will).

Might be imagining things, but have you noticed how he first leans into the embrace, his face onto Will's shoulder?

I mean, he could've pulled Will closer first, without moving an inch. An act of power and having control over Will in his hands. But HE LEANED FIRST.

Maybe, only maybe, he NEEDED this embrace for comfort. It wasn't a terrifying gesture, it was meant for HIM, not Will. The embrace he imagined he'd get from Will, if they had run away together. The one that could've been a fresh start but it turned into a farewell.

Post-Fall Will enabling mentally 18 year-old Hannibal's first kill and praising him for it and cooking a spleen for him would heal something inside him. Y'all know Hannibal's little heart would be bursting with glee and surprise and nervousness at being so deeply seen and understood. He wouldn't think about being rejected by Lady Murasaki ever again. Not when this beautiful man as crazy as him came into his life.

me, trying to write a carefree pwp for the first time ever, but then the beginning somehow becomes 1k words where Hannibal and Will live in a secluded cottage in Ireland and have a little farm with chickens post-fall because of an apocalypse (though it's really Will being manipulative and lying to keep Hannibal from venturing off and possibly being seen) and Hannibal's amnesiac mind trusts everything Will says because mentally Hannibal is 18 years-old and developing a crush on the first person who understands him and accepts him after being freshly rejected by Lady Murasaki) and they haven't even kissed yet: damn the plot has in fact plotted again 😔