I'm a doctor.
Holy fuck, someone filled my Hannibal Rising/XMFC fusion prompt. It is fucking amazing and gorgeous and everyone is impeccably characterized and I and basically wailing about how good it is. While I walked dogs today, I talked to my favorite dog about it. Really. Radiator Dog the Tuxedo Mutt pretended to be interested. Okay, so, fuck. It even has a fucking fantastic title:
Condonare
Everyone read it and tell anon how amazing it is. Also, there's porn. Legit really hot porn. How can this even. And yet, and yet. Oh my fuck. It's my favorite take on Charles (competent, but too curious about people to claim perfect moral high ground) and Erik (vulnerable, strong, conflicted--Erik was twenty three, and had killed more people than he had fucked) PLUS a really fucking scary-tender-beautiful-vicious-calculating Hannibal. It's really hard to write a mind that should feel alien without getting gimmicky, and yet anon does it perfectly. Everyone in the story is a character, a person, with motivations and limits and dreams. Anon's Hannibal is more than enough of a delight to read on his own, but his interplay with Charles (sweet, sweet Charles, who will bend but not break) is exquisite. Add Erik to the mix and the dynamic becomes hypnotic. It's sweet; it stings; it lives up to one of the killer lines: hurt yourself on me. It's compelling as fuck: great story telling that's also terribly fucking sexy. Oh, and Hannibal is a fantastic cook. Hannibal also has a sense of humor--the story has a sense of humor.
Um, basically it's a million times better than I even dreamed, and I am going to go faint now.
But Hannibal said to him, will you let me draw you?
Draw and quarter? Drawn along a chariot, as Hector's corpse had been? Charles focused his gibbering mind. "You mean, like, sketch."
The dimple on his left cheek deepened when he smiled.
ETA: etirabys is my favorite oh my fucking god. Note that my "favorite" tag is all her and my review of Drive and nothing else.
Condonare
Everyone read it and tell anon how amazing it is. Also, there's porn. Legit really hot porn. How can this even. And yet, and yet. Oh my fuck. It's my favorite take on Charles (competent, but too curious about people to claim perfect moral high ground) and Erik (vulnerable, strong, conflicted--Erik was twenty three, and had killed more people than he had fucked) PLUS a really fucking scary-tender-beautiful-vicious-calculating Hannibal. It's really hard to write a mind that should feel alien without getting gimmicky, and yet anon does it perfectly. Everyone in the story is a character, a person, with motivations and limits and dreams. Anon's Hannibal is more than enough of a delight to read on his own, but his interplay with Charles (sweet, sweet Charles, who will bend but not break) is exquisite. Add Erik to the mix and the dynamic becomes hypnotic. It's sweet; it stings; it lives up to one of the killer lines: hurt yourself on me. It's compelling as fuck: great story telling that's also terribly fucking sexy. Oh, and Hannibal is a fantastic cook. Hannibal also has a sense of humor--the story has a sense of humor.
Um, basically it's a million times better than I even dreamed, and I am going to go faint now.
But Hannibal said to him, will you let me draw you?
Draw and quarter? Drawn along a chariot, as Hector's corpse had been? Charles focused his gibbering mind. "You mean, like, sketch."
The dimple on his left cheek deepened when he smiled.
ETA: etirabys is my favorite oh my fucking god. Note that my "favorite" tag is all her and my review of Drive and nothing else.