Thread by @MothmanGay, Y'all i really did it. I couldn't stop thinking about it so: [...]

Y& #39;all i really did it. I couldn& #39;t stop thinking about it so:

Plus size Will Graham thread. Mainly fluff and crack. Will gains some weight during recovery after The Fall. Hannibal doesn& #39;t seem to mind.

CW: Self consciousness, negative body image, mild (self) fat shaming

Hannibal always was one to cook meals over extravagant and in excess. In fact, when Hannibal had recovered enough to be in the kitchen again, they both greatly appreciated his ability for cooking. It gave them a sense of comfort and strength to recover after their shared fall.

And when the meals became even fancier as Will finally fell soft to Hannibal& #39;s romantic courtship, they both felt sated and full in every way.

That& #39;s why Will Graham became comfortable. He became soft and pliable in a way he never had the opportunity to be before. His body showed it: it went beyond healing from their fall and began putting on weight. And then putting on a little more weight.

It didn& #39;t bother Will most days. He never had the chance to be one who worried about physical appearance, too focused on mental stability and trying to adapt to his surroundings, instead.

Some days still got to him, however, and on those days, he envied Hannibal. He didn& #39;t understand how Hannibal kept in such great shape. But, then again, he knew Hannibal had to be keeping fit in one way or form to provide meat for the table. His own specific brand, of course.

Still, Will wished he had kept up with his exercise. He hadn& #39;t done much in a while due to his recovery and then he simply fell out of a routine. Despite all of this, Hannibal didn’t seem to mind. Today, however, Will did.

It was the sight of another gay couple at the market that did it. While both pairs of lovers were both beautifully tanned from the Cuban sun, Will noticed- acidicly- that he was the only man who wasn& #39;t slim and toned.

Their bodies were nothing but muscle and sinew, and Will loathed it and his body the entire way home.

"What& #39;s wrong?" Hannibal brought the back of Will’s hand to his lips. A soothing brush of lips.

"Nothing, just thinking," it was a half lie. He was, in fact, thinking. Worrying. Fretting. Over what others think. The assumptions other people were making on his body and their relationship.

"That handsome man could do better," their voices would say, casting disapproving glances from the corner of their eyes. But there were no voices or glances. Just Will& #39;s own self consciousness eating him alive. That was plenty in itself.

"Overthinking, I would say," As always, Hannibal’s entire presence was calming. He truly did become Will’s paddle, "Do you want to discuss it?"

"No," Will snapped a little too fast, too childish.

Hannibal let out a hum that Will knew all too well was disapproving, "When we get home then."

The threat was there and Will knew he had no way to combat it. He didn& #39;t think he wanted to, anyhow. Even if he was self conscious and embarrassed, he knew Hannibal would help.

The walk home between them was quiet, but tense. Well, tense for Will. Hannibal looked calm and collected like always. It annoyed Will a little bit, but they still held hands the entire time.

"Okay, tell me about it now," Hannibal prompted as they began putting away groceries. Will appreciated it: being given an opportunity to work with his hands and a task to focus on, so he didn& #39;t lose himself to his anxiety.

"I feel… unattractive." Was how Will chose to start, his face heating with shame, as he shelved food into the pantry.

This made Hannibal pause and put down the produce bag in his hand. He looked genuinely shocked and the corners of his mouth began to genuinely crease with sadness. It always startled Will when Hannibal let his emotions play so openly around him.

It was a gift, he knew that now, but right now, it felt very raw.

He supposed it was appropriate. They were both being very raw and open, currently.

"Do I make you feel like you are… unattractive?" For once in Hannibal Lecter& #39;s life, he sounded insecure, unsure of himself. Will hated it immediately.

"No! No, Hannibal, never. Not you," he went to Hannibal then, cradling his face and pressing a kiss to the corner of a crinkled eye.

"I& #39;m sorry for changing the subject to me," he sounded slightly embarrassed, "This is about you, I assure you, and I& #39;m here to listen. I just- I simply don& #39;t want you to ever think that I find you as anything other than absolutely breathtaking."

He spoke slowly, looking into Will’s blue eyes. It was so intense that Will wanted to break eye contact, but he never could with Hannibal.

"I know, Hannibal," it was Will’s turn to sound embarrassed, "It& #39;s not you, I promise. I always feel-" he cleared his throat, heat rushing to his cheeks. If he was honest: the word was "worshipped". He felt worshipped by Hannibal, but Will was a humble man.

"I feel adored with you." Was the bravest thing he was able to say in the moment. It earned him a loving smile with a flash of fangs.

"Why do you feel unattractive then?" Hannibal tucked a curl behind Will’s ear before running his fingers through his hair, ever the soother.

"My weight," he spoke quietly into Hannibal’s chest, "I& #39;ve put on a lot of weight while recovering. Don& #39;t try to deny it. I know you& #39;ve noticed because you notice everything."

Hannibal hummed as if noncommittal, "I wouldn& #39;t say & #39;a lot& #39;."

Will snorted, "Hannibal," he said low, warningly.

He sighed, "Fine. I suppose you have put on weight. It& #39;s not necessarily a bad thing. Especially with how you used to live: barely eating a full meal a day, looking as if you were going to collapse with a strong gust of wind." He ignored the glare he received at that comment.

"Besides the point," he continued, "You look… content. Comfortable. Happy."

"You like me like this." It wasn& #39;t a question. They both knew the answer.

"Happy? Yes, of course." Will snorted at that, "I must admit you do fill out beautifully, Will."

Then, it all made sense.

"Hannibal Lecter-"

"Full name? Oh, what ever did I do?"

"Don& #39;t interrupt me," Will put a pointed finger to his chest and fought desperately not to match Hannibal’s smile, "You like that I& #39;ve put on weight. You find it… attractive."

"I& #39;ll always find you attractive, in all ways, shapes, and forms. This version of you, however, cared for and soft, is exquisite." His hand slipped down Will’s back with slow purpose before resting promisingly above Will’s ass.

Will gasped, "You like my ass fat."

At Hannibal’s wide eyes and stumbling words, Will broke their embrace to fold forward and laugh hysterically.

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