Title: i've got a bulletproof heart (you've got a hollowpoint smile)
Fandom: Hannibal (TV)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Wordcount: 588
Content notes: References to murder and cannibalism.
Author notes: A little convoluted to explain, but the prompt reminded me of the song Bulletproof Heart by My Chemical Romance (because of the line gravity don't mean too much to me), I looked at the lyrics and it fit Hannigram pretty well, especially the line I chose for my title, so I wrote a thing of Hannibal realizing his feelings for Will during the pilot. No mentions of gravity but... it was brought forth by the prompt so, I guess?
Also for: The 100th Special at fffc with the prompt 'office' and genprompt_bingo with the square "That Moment (incident / chapter / episode) in detail"
Summary: Hannibal's interests go beyond curiosity from the start.

Hannibal had always prided himself on the fact that he had established himself as far away as possible from his fellow men. After heartbreak from his sister's death, he enjoyed being unfeeling and uncaring, of his only interest in other people being their brains, the way he could manipulate them — their bodies, the way he could manipulate them.

He had removed himself from social life in a way that made him still be active in it, while not caring about any of the people therein. He did not care about his fellow men, and he thrived in it, in that idea of every man for himself. A dog eat dog world; or, if you wanted to get technical, a man eat man world.

It wasn't until he met Will Graham that he legitimately felt something for someone once more. At first it was curiosity, that tug of the string when you see a really interesting science paper— it wasn't anything more than that. He had heard about him, about that mystical profiler whose brain worked in strange ways, empathy bright and pulsing like a light bulb, personality disorders allowing him to see into a killer's mind the way no one else could.

He wondered what he came across in his brain. What he saw when he stared at a news article of a Ripper murder; did he see hurt? Did he see his sister, devoured in an open field? Or did he see cruelty for cruelty's sake, an obsession with aesthetics, an obsession with the ugliness of the world being stripped bare and dying in his hands?

It wasn't until he finally saw him at Jack Crawford's office that simple curiosity was replaced with something else.

"Not fond of eye contact, are you?" he had asked, brows raised in a silent question, like he was going through the checklist of the symptoms of the autism spectrum.

"Eyes are distracting," Will had said before he looked at him — finally, finally looked at him. It almost felt like being stripped bare, like Will could see every one of his thoughts, easy and plain to read. "You see too much, you don't see enough. And— and it's hard to focus when you're thinking, um, oh those whites are really white, or, he must have hepatitis, or, oh is that a burst vein? So yeah, I try to avoid eyes whenever possible." He swallowed and looked away. "Jack?"

Hannibal couldn't help but let out a little laugh, and without being able to stop himself, he smiled at Will in a manner that was almost fond. His heart did an uncomfortable seizing in his chest, in a way that almost made him think he was having a heart attack. But then, after not being familiar with that emotion for years — he understood what he felt.

It wasn't just curiosity that would run his thoughts about Will Graham anymore, no, he thought as he considered what he would do to let Will see the man Jack wanted him to catch. It was interest— keen, sharp interest, impaling him onto a tree to get his organs out. His heart out.

He knew what he wanted out of Will, and it was far more than him being a sick experiment like countless others.

"This cannibal you have him getting to know…" he started, smiling at Jack in a manner that rendered him innocent, "I think I can help good Will see his face."

And his own, he added silently. And his own.