i love my wonderful cast of Freaks

walking gingerly across the bruised earth hannibal/will

• https://archiveofourown.org/works/2033400
• hannibal gets will high and they talk for 4000 words
  • “You can have mine.” Will realized he was staring at the backs of his eyelids and opened them. “Jack has my brain, I guess, but you can at least have my bones. You can cover your harpsichord with them.”

let it be a fairy tale hannibal/will + bedelia

• https://archiveofourown.org/works/39692364
• this one is like 13k but its like my favorite thing ever... op has their dynamic DOWNNN. as the tags say, its about agency and not being able to quit people
  • Hannibal’s breath huffed against Will’s hair, his chest jumping under Will’s fingers as he chuckled. Will flattened his hand over Hannibal’s heart, feeling the steady beat. It would remain that steady even in the middle of a violent murder, because that was the stability a psychopath provided. Soothing, in its way. At least this one thing about Hannibal was predictable. That, and high production values.
  • He’d never made it all that difficult. He suspected Bedelia never had, either.

the sky's the limit hannibal/will

• https://archiveofourown.org/works/27357778
• goes from 1st person to 2nd person to 3rd person pov. very cool!

mazel ra, mazel tov hannibal/chilton

• https://archiveofourown.org/works/2430041

rap on the glass, you're a specimen will/chilton

• https://archiveofourown.org/works/49616365
• chilton is a closet freak

i call this section "freud wouuld have a field day". be forewarned.

bridle will/jack

• https://archiveofourown.org/works/60851845
  • as the tags say, "Jack: I'm not your father and you're definitely not my wife / (btw I'm regretting not having children and I'm fighting with my wife) / meeting will graham makes everyone around him spontaneously develop psychosexual complexes"

recollect me darling (raise me to your lips) hannibal + abigail

• https://archiveofourown.org/works/12515540
• me when i get irreversibly changed and are haunted by the ghosts of the past. oopsie!
  • “is it lonely,” he asks, “where you are?” and she tilts her head to the side. “i’m here with you, i’ll never be lonely again.” her voice is so real that he imagines this to be too; a real live girl to train and to protect and to nurture. to be his heir to all he has, all he knows. and something in his heart grows soft.