for the first time in forever


Hogwarts Houses ϟ Seasons

Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.
- Yoko Ono

memorypalaceofwillgraham  asked:

*steps into inbox* if you write a cuddling AU where Will and Hannibal cuddle during their sessions I will love you more than I already do. <3

Will was trying hard not to think of whatever this was as a date that progressed faster than any date Will had ever had before. It helped to remind himself that the FBI was paying for these sessions and there was technically nothing sordid happening with Hannibal on one end of the couch and Will on the other and several feet sitting silently between them.

Hannibal had slipped his jacket off, unbuttoned his cuffs, and sat on the plush couch, settling in with his arm along the back and looked at Will expectant that he would climb into that all too inviting vacant spot he had created with all the grace and casualness Will had ever seen from anyone.

Will’s throat had gone dry when he’d first stepped into Hannibal’s office and his face was possibly heating the entire room. He was just imagining things. 

Except not really.

“You’re uncomfortable.” Hannibal said.

“No.” Will spoke to his hands which he curled into the hem of his shirt and swiftly unclenched and wiped the sweat of his palms on his jeans. Not uncomfortable, no. Of course not. “I haven’t really–I don’t know what to do, here.”

He would curl in and press against Hannibal. Be held and hold back. When the hour was up was when the problems would become apparent. Will was certain he would not be nearly as elegant in untangling himself from the situation as he should be. He would want to stay in that warmth, which was the problem. He couldn’t allow himself a taste of it because if he did it would be all he would want.

There was something admirable and equally disdainful about the way Hannibal could be so steady looking at Will, reaching in and twisting his insides all around.

“When was the last time you were intimate with someone?”

“Couch-cuddling intimate?”

Hannibal’s smile was more than just an impression. “If you’d like.”

“Long enough that this is making me want to run for the door.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“And yet.”

“And yet.” Hannibal paused. Will examined the fabric of the couch. Soft and lulling and if he were to ever be relaxed he would fall asleep easily. Possibly not even dream. “I would like to move closer, is that all right, Will?”

Will nodded, biting his cheek as Hannibal just as graceful as in any other moment scooted closer to Will. Thighs almost touching. One hand almost on his leg, hovering in that space between them that was growing more unneeded by the second. The heat of his arm warming the back of Will’s neck, making him want to lean back and truly feel it. 

And really wasn’t that the point to all this? Touch. Intimacy. Comfort. Will could have these here. His lack of experience wasn’t judged or poked. These were offered with a steady gaze and a warm body from a man who pulled at him and confused him just as much from the few times they’d met. 

“It’s all right.” Hannibal said, his breath rolling over Will. His hand moved and hovered over Will’s glasses. His nails were finely trimmed and clean and lived on strong hands. “May I?”

Will could only nod. His vision crossed as Hannibal plucked his glasses off, folded them and when he placed them in Will’s jacket pocket, his hands big and firm–alive and hot and human and so hot–Will’s breath stuttered from him. He pushed his head against Hannibal’s shoulder in a rush, burrowing in the nape of his neck. 

He trembled and refused to open his eyes, not wanting to see himself and the way Hannibal must have reacted. But Hannibal had not tensed. His arms came around Will’s back and pulled him closer, hugging Will to his chest as he leaned back into the couch pulling Will with him. 

They were practically laying together, with Will on top of him all elbows and sharp points and he must be uncomfortable and poking Hannibal oddly, but he didn’t move. Too afraid if he did it would stop or he’d succumb to his nerves. He kept still, his eyes shut, a tense ball of uncertainty. 

Hannibal rubbed his back. Going down, down his spine and back up and up and up to his hairline where he pulled just a little to feel good and to not hurt. It was slow and arduous, but Hannibal’s hands kept a steady rhythm. His heart a pleasant thrum against Will’s ears and his breaths a steadying wave against his hands.

Will melted. Going lax and even his heart settled enough for him to enjoy the way Hannibal held him and how their legs were touching and Hannibal’s ankles felt surprisingly delicate and lithe against his own and the smell of his clothes and skin. Unfamiliar, but comforting. He would memorize it and later he’d try to replicate it in his mind as he attempted to sleep.

He was on the cusp of falling asleep now. The drive home would be like a dream.

“That wasn’t so bad?” Hannibal said, quietly into the crown of Will’s head. He idly massaged the back of Will’s neck, fingers tracing the lines of his vertebrae.

“I guess not.” Will bit his lip. He peeked at his watch, making out the time in the dim lighting of his little self made cavern. His session had ended five minutes ago, but Hannibal gave no intention of this being over. “Is my hour up, doctor?”

“I have no idea. How odd.” Hannibal was laughing. His belly shook and Will found his reaction too pleasant for words or any sort of coherency. “I’d lost track of time.”

“Does that happen often?”

“No.” Hannibal said. He left no room for maybe’s or sometime’s, no excuse just the simple truth, whatever that meant and it made something inside of Will thrum awake. 


For The First Time in Forever + Japanese Translation

Translation credit: papercoleena

I don’t know much about relationships. I don’t know anything about love. All I want, like, in this whole world, is to just keep talking to you. I wanna know how your day was, where you wanna eat, and I wanna argue with you. And I wanna hear all your theories, even the ones that are just completely, you know, wrong. And I know it’s not that simple. I just believe that if you are really willing to continue having this conversation with me, then we can figure the rest out.