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Will's scent is unique. It smells of madness and instability, it smells of fear, it smells of surrender and pleasure. Will Graham smells like Hannibal Lecter.
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“I recently finished watching Hannibal and immediately started looking for something to read. I found this wonderful fic! Honestly, the best in PT in Hannigram. The story is well written, intelligent and captivating, leaving you wanting more (tip for making a long Hannigram fic lol). You were faithful to the personalities of the characters and knew how to capture us in just a few words, you have the gift of writing that unfortunately has stopped due to problems, and I even feel sad for not being able to enjoy a story about Hannibal written by you . I believe that if after the middle of the third season, Wilk had given in to Hannibal or even later, that would be a path forward for the plot. It's insane, dependent and sick, but unfortunately it's impossible not to ship Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham in this pathological romance. Please, whenever you can, write more about this formidable couple.”
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