Static Whisper

Title: [Podfic] Sadistic Choice

Rating: Mature | Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Fandom: Hannibal (TV), Prodigal Son (TV 2019) | Category: M/M, Multi

Relationship(s): Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Malcolm Bright/Will Graham, Malcolm Bright/Hannibal Lecter, Malcolm Bright/Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter.

Character(s): Hannibal Lecter, Malcolm Bright, Will Graham.

Additional Tags: Hannibal Lecter POV, Dominant Hannibal Lecter, Submissive Malcolm Bright, Dominant Will Graham, Subspace, BDSM Scene, Abuse of Authority, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Emotional Manipulation, Coercion, Gaslighting, Use of Safe Word, Subdrop, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Podfic, Podfic Length: 10-20 Minutes.

Author Notes: Additional Warnings: While this is a crossover, no knowledge of Prodigal Son’s canon is necessary to understand this fic. For Hannibal, there are canon typical references to cannibalism and murder. Hannibal’s point of view could either amount to tagging Knife Play, Amputation Kink, or Body Modification.

Time: 12 minutes, and 52 seconds.

Summary:

rainbowshoes’ original summary:

Hannibal and Will have taken Malcolm to their favorite club for some public play. But while things usually go very well for the three of them, this time is different. Hannibal wants something he has no right to ask for and wants to gift it to Will once Malcolm gives it to him - because even though he is asking, not demanding, his good boy never says no. And Hannibal really should know better by now.

Will intervenes just in time, but Malcolm isn't grateful. A bad time is had by all.

For Voiceteam 2021 - Round 1: No Make-up Challenge. Create an audio fanwork that is not edited—leave in your mistakes! Share it with at *least* your team.

I shared the unedited files in the Discord server with my team (now called the Mauvelous Dreamers). The raw file went from 13 minutes and 59 seconds down to 12 minutes and 52 seconds.

Time: 5 minutes, and 11 seconds.

Summary:

blackkat’s original summary:

“Uh,” Hardcase says. “I can explain?”
It’s the absolute worst possible moment for a thermal detonator to fall out of his bag and bounce across the floor. With mild horror, Hardcase watches it roll to a stop against one brightly polished boot, then slowly drags his gaze up to meet bemused blue eyes as Obi-Wan raises a polite brow.