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Taylor Swift Songs that Would Describe Relationships with the Murder Husbands - Hannibal Preference (Hannibal)

Title: Taylor Swift Songs that Would Describe Relationships with the Murder Husbands

Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter

Word Count: 2,748 words

Warning(s): (Will's) Season 2 spoiler, Will in prison, break-up of sorts, nightmares, (Hannibal's) self-worth issues, unhealthy (or unethical) relationship, mentions of murder

Author's Note: Listen... I'm not explaining that title or why this happened. Just accept it.

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Will Graham:

Out of the Woods

Remember when we couldn't take the heat I walked out and said, "I'm settin' you free," But the monsters turned out to be just trees When the sun came up, you were lookin' at me

"Thank you," I nodded at the guard as he shut the door.

Chilton was very quick to pull some strings when he thought it would benefit him.

I sighed when I saw Will handcuffed to the table. I had seen it before. At least once every week since he was sent here. It didn't make it any easier. It still made my heart ache.

"Hi," I forced a smile as I sat across from him.

"Why do you act like any part of this is normal," Will asked bluntly.

"I'm not trying to," I replied. "It's just pointless to sit and talk about the obvious. What good does it do to discuss this? I can't do much about it."

"I'm putting a target on your back."

"No, you aren't," I reached forward and touched his hand, jumping when something hit the glass behind me. No touching. I pulled my hand away. "You aren't."

"I am," Will seemed set in that thought process. "I... I don't want you to visit anymore."

"What?"

"The less you're seen around me, the less of a threat you seem," he explained. "I... I don't want to see you anymore."

"You don't mean that, Will-"

"Yes, I do," he leaned back in his chair, putting as much distance between as he could. "I won't put you through this anymore."

"Will-"

"Consider yourself free," he forced a chuckle. "Please... just go."

I watched him for a moment, begging for something to change. For him to say he changed his mind already or that he had been kidding the entire time.

Nothing changed.

He just stared at me.

I took a breath and stood up.

I walked out in silence. I usually tried to be as nice to the guards as possible. I didn't do that. I was silent. My body felt empty. I didn't feel "free" like Will said I was. I felt like part of me was stuck in that room with him.

I didn't hear from or see Will for weeks after that.

I would think of him constantly. How he was, what he was doing, if he felt he was getting closer to getting out of these. I would have dreams about our last conversation together. It felt like there were a million different ways it could've gone. All of them felt like they'd hurt less.

I was leaving for work one morning, almost walking straight into Will, who was waiting outside my door.

"Hi," he said awkwardly.

I pulled the door shut, staring at him in shock for a moment, "Hi. You're out."

"Proven innocent."

I nodded, grinning a little, "Good."

We stood in an awkward silence for a little while longer. I didn't know what to say, but it seemed like Will just needed the right way to say it. He definitely had more explaining to do than I did.

"I'm sorry-"

I hugged him before he could finish the sentence. It had been months since I had any real physical touch from him. The realization made me hold onto him tighter.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated as he hugged me back.

"I love you," was my response. "Don't do that to me again."

"Okay."

I stepped back and held the sides of his face, "I'm serious, Will. I'm in your corner. Don't kick me out. I want to be there for you, got it?"

He nodded.

I grinned before pressing my lips to his. He pulled me closer. He pulled away a few moments later like he was suddenly realizing what time it was.

"You have work-"

"I'll call in sick," I muttered, kissing him again. I felt him chuckle against my lips as he kissed me back. "I love you."

He pulled away so he looked me in the eye, "I love you too."

peace

The devil's in the details But you got a friend in me Would it be enough If I could never give you peace?

I had grown used to Will's nightmares.

He hated feeling like a burden to me, but I insisted that he wasn't. He didn't have any control over it. I had no problem being by his side during those times.

There were rare nights when he would jump awake from a nightmare, but I wouldn't wake up. I had told him to wake me up if he needed to. He was just hesitant to admit that he needed to.

At about two in the morning, I rolled over and jumped. I could feel the sweat on the sheets, but there was no Will.

I stood up and grabbed a spare blanket.

I found him sitting outside, trying to not bother me as he recovered.

"Hey," I said as I made it outside.

He looked at me before sighing and shutting his eyes, "I woke you."

"Nope."

I wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and sat next to him. I didn't force him to speak. I leaned on his shoulder, turning my head to kiss his cheek and his jaw.

I wish there was more I could do. I would give anything to give him one night of peace. No nightmares or interruptions. Just eight hours of healthy sleep. He deserved that much.

"I'm here to help you, Will," I promised quietly. "I can't fix everything, but I can try to make it all slightly less miserable."

He just nodded.

"I love you."

He took a deep breath.

I kissed his jaw again, "I'll just keep repeating it until you believe me."

I heard a chuckle slip out. It made me grin.

"I love you, Will."

"I love you too."

Run

Darling, let's run Run from it all We can go where our eyes can take us Go where no one else is, run

It was almost weird when Hannibal was finally arrested.

Mission accomplished. Goal achieved.

When you finished the one task you focus on for months, what was next?

Will and I spent a week in a very weird state. Both of us felt free. Like a weight had been taken off of both of our shoulders.

But home no longer felt like home. The house with the dogs felt like nothing more than a few walls with a roof.

The two of us were sitting together at the dining table before I spoke up.

"Let's go somewhere," I said.

Will looked at me for a moment, "On a vacation?"

"No," I shook my head. "Let's move. Find somewhere far away from all of this. Find somewhere new to settle down."

"Have any ideas?"

"Not one," I chuckled. "Isn't that half the fun?"

"No," he shook his head.

"Okay, fine, we'll come up with a plan," I pretended like it annoyed me. "I just... I don't think this house is doing either of us any good."

"I'm glad I wasn't alone. I thought I was the only one who felt... strange."

"We can find a cabin in the middle of nowhere," I started rambling. "Lots of space for the dogs. I can keep working remotely, you never have to worry about what Jack Crawford thinks again. We can invite Alana and Margot to visit. Our own perfect home. No baggage."

"I... I can't promise no baggage."

"That was bad wording," I mumbled. "No location-based baggage."

He chuckled at my rephrasing.

"How does that sound?"

"It sounds... really nice," he grabbed my hand. "As long as it's with you."

I grinned before leaning over to kiss him, "You are a spectacular man, Will Graham."

He smiled and looked away nervously. I bit back a smirk. I admittedly liked seeing him get a little nervous when I complimented him.

He pulled my hand up so he could kiss my knuckles. "You're spectacular too."

I dragged my thumb over his knuckles.

This was going to be worth it. All of it was going to be worth it.

Hannibal Lecter:

Don't Blame Me

For you I would cross the line I would waste my time I would lose my mind

Hannibal showed up at my door bloody but not clearly injured. Granted, I just panicked as soon as I saw the blood on his button-up.

"Holy crap," I dragged him inside, shutting the door behind him. "What happened?"

"It's not my blood," he replied immediately.

"What?"

"I stabbed Will," he continued. "And Abigail. And Alana. Jack is bleeding out in my pantry."

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, completely lost on what to say. I had a million questions and no clue which one should be first.

"Why... Why are you telling me this," I finally got the question out.

"Because I'm leaving soon," he explained. "And I want to have you with me. Because I love you."

I let out a shaky sigh.

"I now realize how impulsive this was," he looked down for a moment, almost like he was just now seeing how bloody he was. "I took no time to think of how you would respond-"

"You're the Ripper," I stopped him. It wasn't a question. It was an observation. "The Ripper that killed and surgically removed people's organs.

"Correct."

I nodded, "And you were eating them."

"Correct."

Silence filled the room again. I was just watching him. It all was so much to take in. We had been together for a long time. I couldn't just watch him leave. No matter what had happened. I needed to be with him.

"I apologize for the suddenness of-"

I cut him off by moving forward and kissing him. My arms moved around his neck. He touched my sides, pulling me closer. I moved back slowly, grinning at him.

"When do we leave," I asked.

"As soon as possible," he replied. "You want to go with me?"

"I love you too, Hannibal," I said. "That means commitment and persistence. All I want is you. I need to be with you. If that means following you around the world, I will."

He grinned back at me.

"You should some clothes in my closet. I'll pack a bag while you shower and change. Then, we'll go."

Hannibal leaned down and kissed me again. I touched his shoulders as I kissed him back.

I pulled back a few moments later, "Go get ready. I don't know how much time we have."

He nodded and walked around me to get to my bathroom.

This was going to be worth it. I could feel it. This was all going to be worth it.

Treacherous

This slope is treacherous This path is reckless This slope is treacherous And I, I, I like it

"And every time they call, I answer," I ranted as I paced Hannibal's balcony area. God knows why he let me up here. "I'm like a trained dog!"

"That's not at all true," Hannibal said.

"Thank you for the comfort," I replied, running a hand over my face before leaning on the railing. "What would you call it then?"

"People-pleasing behavior encouraged by an anxious attachment style," he explained. "It's not your fault, but it is your responsibility to fix those behaviors."

"Easier said than done," I muttered.

"I know," he nodded. "I'll help you create a plan. Small things to do to take care of yourself. As we continue, the list will have bigger tasks. The goal is that you will start valuing yourself as much as you value everyone else."

"That's going to piss some people off," I chuckled as I made my way to the ladder.

"If they cannot value that you are doing better at taking care of yourself, then they deserve no say in your life."

He held out a hand as I made it to the bottom of the ladder. I accepted it and steadied myself as he checked his watch.

"Before our next session, I'd like for you to begin thinking of small things that bring you comfort. We'll start our planning."

I nodded.

"Already have thoughts?"

I paused, looking away from him. Yeah, I did, but he didn't need to know any of that. I could ignore that, and it would go away.

"(Y/n)," he pushed. "Not voicing your feelings or thoughts is part of those behaviors. No need to try to spare my feelings."

I looked back at him. He was standing far closer now. I froze in place.

"Do you have any ideas?"

I forced a chuckle, looking around the room. I jumped a little when I felt him kiss my cheek.

"That felt entirely inappropriate," I tried to force another chuckle, hoping to relieve the tension in the room.

"Did it bring you comfort," Hannibal asked.

I nodded.

"Good."

As he stepped away, I grabbed his arm. I let go as soon as I did, feeling like I had done it out of instinct. He stopped, looking at me.

I let out a sigh before stepping forward and pressing my lips to his. I was going to pull back, but Hannibal's hand cupped the back of my head and kept me from moving.

He pulled away and grinned at me, "Was that comforting?"

"Are you kidding me-"

"Answer my question," he said.

"Yes."

"Good," he stepped away. I followed him to the door of his office. He held the door open for me. "I'll see you at your next session."

I nodded and walked out of the office.

Holy crap.

That's all I could think of. Holy crap.

Call It What You Want

All my flowers grew back as thorns Windows boarded up after the storm He built a fire just to keep me warm

I curled further into the sheets as my phone started ringing again.

I never considered how much willpower it would take to put a wall between me and another person. It hurt. It scared me. It was a monster digging its claws into my chest and scratching at my heart.

"Dear," I didn't look at Hannibal when he walked in.

He picked up my phone when it started ringing ago. I saw the look of anger in his eyes when he read the name. His jaw clenched and he declined the call.

"Sitting with an endless loop of your ringtone hardly seems healthy," he said before reaching out his hand to me. "Come on."

"Why," I mumbled.

"We're going to find a new place for you to feel comfortable," he replied.

I reached up and grabbed his hand. He led me out of the room just as the phone started ringing again. My brain drifted to the string of voicemails that were going to be there when I came back. The insults and anger. The belittling and yelling.

"You look lovely," Hannibal kissed my temple as he led me through the house.

It was like he could read my mind. He knew exactly what to say when I got lost in my head. I looked like crap; I knew that. But I was willing to forget that if he said otherwise.

The two of us ended up in the kitchen.

I was watching Hannibal cook as he spoke through what he was doing and the history of whatever dish he was making. I was only half-listening. I was more focused on his voice in general than I was on what words were coming out of his mouth.

"Why are you doing this," I asked. He paused, looking at me.

"What do you mean?"

"Taking care of me," I explained. "You surely have more important things to get done."

"Not when it comes to you," he replied. "You, my dear, are everything to me. If you need me, then I am going to be there for you. No question."

I looked down at the countertop.

"You don't think it's worth it."

Again, with the mind-reading.

"I hate to disagree with you, but it's my decision if I think it's worth my time," he continued. "And I decided you were worth it a long time ago. No baggage in the world could change how I feel about you."

I grinned at him.

"Thank you," I said quietly.

"You're welcome," he leaned over and kissed the side of my head.

I closed my eyes and leaned closer to him.

"I love you," I muttered.

"I love you too, dear."

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Author's Note: Pretty sure I would've gotten hit if I didn't give "Don't Blame Me" to Hannibal.

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