For: @reapersun though we know someone else already wrote a thing for your art, we were inspired, so, here you go. Art can be foundhere.
Summary: Looking for inspiration for a tattoo a client wants, tattoo artist Will Graham has a run with a doctor/art collector who wants nothing more than to prod at his darkness and lure out his demons.
“Behold a great red dragon,” he said, his accent thick and dripping like overturned honey. “It is beautiful is it not?”
The brunet turned enough to see over his shoulder and pocketed his phone before anyone knew what he had done. “It is. I’ve seen it many times online. I wanted a better view for myself.”
“His work is not for everyone,” the man said, pressing down on his tie. He was there to buy a new piece, being a collector of such and smiled faintly, offering his hand. “Doctor Hannibal Lecter.”
“Will,” the younger of the men said, shaking Hannibal’s hand, the shift of his arm catching the light on one of his many tattoos that was shown, hooves of something further up his arm.
“A pleasure, Will,” Hannibal said, looking at the various tattoos on Will’s arm. He shook and let go of his hand, placing his own back into the pockets of his fine three piece vested suit. “One might think you are here for inspiration for your own personal canvas.”
“No,” Will said with a shake of his head, hands in his own pockets now, not to draw too much attention to himself. “A client.”
Summary: Will and Hannibal have known each other since their late teens. Will’s family had moved to Lithuania for a few years during his father’s tenure in the army. The Grahams became friends with the Lecters and an instant bond was formed between their two sons. Over the years, Will and Hannibal had become extremely close, almost like brothers, until Will visited Hannibal in New York for a week while the latter was attending medical school. From there, their relationship got…well let’s just say, a little complicated. Hannibal AU, mostly taking place a year ago. Will, who now is 32, is working at Johns Hopkins University, teaching classes in the psychology department. Hannibal, now 37, visits him while attending a medical conference in Baltimore. From there, we learn about their complicated history…
The following week…
And you guessed it; the week after the moment in the kitchen was…tense….to say the least. Will and Hannibal, as you also probably predicted, continued to avoid the other until the fated home visit arrived the following week. The two (ex-?) best friends had barely spoken a word, mostly filling silence with brief mentionings of what to serve and when the two of them would be home to prep for dinner, mutterings, and such and such (because they can’t figure out how to communicate properly like adults).
Despite the apprehension, Will couldn’t believe how calm and helpful Hannibal was being with this home visit; his best friend had been mindful of their dinner guests’ diets (considering that one was a child) and kept Will up to date with the preparations. All Will had to do was just show up and not act nervous.
However, on the day of the dinner, Will was extremely nervous. He had barely spoken to Hannibal that entire day; Hannibal had arrived home early from the hospital to put the final touches on dinner and Will had been in charge of straightening up the apartment whilst setting up the nice fold out dining table with leaves, a gift from Hannibal’s parents as a move-in present for the boys (oh wow…they sound like a newlywed couple).
As soon as Will finished setting up the dining table, he headed toward his bedroom to change, stopping briefly by the kitchen to glance at Hannibal…just to see what he was up to…however, Hannibal wasn’t there…
I guess he went to change already? Will thought to himself becoming increasingly wary of the prospect of running into conflict with his best friend later in the evening in front of Abigail.
Will tried shrugging it off; he would remain calm. Maybe Hannibal was avoiding him all day because he too wanted to prevent any future tension?
It was strange; they had avoided substantive conversation and Hannibal had been curt whenever Will tried to talk to him about the dinner. However, last night, while helping Hannibal with a dish, Will had a freak out moment and Hannibal took the effort to comfort his friend.
I’m going to ruin this… Will had said in a fit of frustration, trying to de-stem some parsley as garnish per Hannibal’s instructions.
You’ll be great, just be yourself. Was all Hannibal had offered before going back to his uncomfortably cold demeanor.
The comment had shocked Will, of course; they had been weird with each other ever since he asked Hannibal to be his fuck buddy. The moment was oddly comforting, yet jarring. Will had only nodded, mumbling a quick “I guess you’re right…” before continuing his task.
Will stood in his bedroom, staring at the outfit he had picked out for himself the night before. It was something Hannibal had suggested he wear once or twice before; something he hated at first, but it had grown on him after wearing it the second occasion, when he had accompanied Hannibal to a party the Chief Resident at Mount Sinai hosted a few months ago.
It’s really not so terrible of an outfit… He smiled a little as he thought about Hannibal picking out his clothes for him over the years.
After getting dressed, Will exited his bedroom to head toward the kitchen. A little curious as to why best friend was taking longer than usual to get dressed, he made a quick stop next to Hannibal’s bedroom door. He wasn’t sure if he should knock or just shout. He hesitated as he formed a fist with his hand to rapt lightly on his friend’s door.
“Hey…Hannibal?” Will’s voice cracked as soon as the words left his mouth.
He didn’t hear an answer, well he thought so anyway. He was only replied to by the sound of the handle turning and the door slowing opening to reveal a nicely dressed (delightfully scented) Hannibal. Will blushed as he backed away from the door, half trying to hide his embarrassment.
“Abigail…and the staffer should be here…any minute.” Will mumbled as he tried to back up just enough without colliding into the wall.
Fuck, he looks really nice. Will thought, turning his head to the side, his cheeks warming up with a strange tingling sensation.
“Great. I’ll set the table.” Hannibal responded, almost ignoring Will’s presence (and crippling anxiety), walking into the kitchen to grab the dishes.
Will, not really thinking, but wanting to keep the tension to a minimum, followed his best friend into the kitchen. “Do you need some help? I can-” Before Will could finish his sentence and pick up a dish set at the same time, Hannibal spun around and interrupted.
“Why don’t you uncover the first course,” Hannibal said with slight authority in voice as he intercepted Will picking up a plate, “the table will be ready by the time they’re here if I set up.”
Concluding his statement as he walked out of the kitchen.
Will gawked at his friend’s back. Are we really fucking doing this right now?
“Fine.” Was all he could manage. Will gathered himself as he walked over toward the counter where the plated serving dishes were tucked away.
Okay, stay calm. Hannibal is just being a drama queen right now. If I play nice, maybe he’ll follow along and not blow this for me…!
Will took a deep breath. He waited for Hannibal to carry the rest of the dish sets out into the living room before uncovering the food. As he took another breath, there was a knock at the door.
Oh my god! They’re here! Will’s attempt at being calm quickly evaporated. He dashed into the living room, just in time to see Hannibal opening the door for the program staffer and Abigail.
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I just watched 5x08 for the first time. Going into it I knew what would happen to Tom and I thought that I’d be rather relieved, not just because I’m a keenler fan but because I thought the Tom Keen storyline prevented the show from moving forward.
I never assumed that it would be so emotional. I never thought it would illustrate to the the viewer that while not all love is entirely healthy, that it is real nonetheless. It humanised Tom in a way that the writer’s seemed to be neglecting and portrayed the character’s strength through his weakness. Tom’s send off was, in every manner, a tribute to the life of Tom Keen, on and off screen.
I believe that this move will allow the creative team of the blacklist a whole new canvas on which to paint and I can’t wait to see what comes next.
To Tom Keen / Keen2 fans, I am genuinely sorry for the loss of a huge and important contribution to the show.
In a complete sidenote, I will be writing a oneshot following the events of the mid season finale and it will centre around keenler because as I said, it is my wish for the future. But I hope to write it in a way that honours Tom’s memory.