#alpha hannibal

[eggcompany]

Dumb Men and Mummy Dearest

Female! Hannibal coming home to find Duncan and Nigel have fucked the omegas, Will and Adam, without any prep. The boys are upset and afraid their "mommy" is going to be mad at them. She isn't. She's pissed at the alphas though. She loves the omegas and takes care of them.

They all woke up differently. 

Hanna woke up first, extracting herself from Will's warm cuddle and carefully kneeling over Duncan, to quietly make her way to her old room to shower and get dressed and leave for work. She never fully moved into their collective room. She couldn’t. She would wake up the omegas and the babies needed their sleep. She kept her clothes and some of Will’s in her own room along with some of the men’s outfits just in case they needed to leave early for an emergency. But it was okay because every morning she could wake up and see all her boys snuggly and sleeping.

Except Duncan, who would be awake during it all as he woke up first but he could never pull himself away from the babies when he slept with them. If he was in his own room he’d be up watching the sunrise coffee in hand. But for some mornings he would scoot over and collect Will into his arms. 

Will was always so warm at night, warm hands creeping over Hanna’s stomach to scratch and pet at the older man’s fuzzy tummy or chest, warm back pressing against his side in the morning, warm little breaths panting across his neck when the boy holds onto him after a bad dream. Will was just a snuggly thing and Duncan couldn’t resist him. Especially on such a nice morning when they could all sleep in.

Adam was awake then, he always woke up the same way. He would let out a little high whine, sit up which woke up Nigel, and stretch his arms up and stretch his hands to his toes and get up. Adam always needed to stretch right when he woke up because he was always curling up in weird ways between Nigel and Will. He liked touching both men. He liked his face firmly shoved into Nigel somewhere (neck, face, arm, armpit, belly, side, he once woke up with his face in Nigel’s crotch and his toes tucked into Will’s armpit) and liked keeping his feet on Will because he always had cold feet and Will’s legs were perfect foot warmers. 

Nigel would wake up, hug Adam around the middle, and pull the small omega up to get a bath together and feed Adam. Showering was always Nigel’s first priority because 1. Morning Boners were best taken care of by sleep loose little ‘megas and 2. Adam had a habit of drooling in his sleep and Nigel didn’t want to have dried drool on him. Plus Nigel liked shaving Adam’s face for him. Hanna liked shaving all of them but she always let Nigel shave Adam because Adam was so… tempting to just nick a small bit. Just a little. Just a small indulgence. But Adam hated it and Nigel never nicked him.  

Will woke up last when he didn’t work. Which was very often given Hanna had let off on Crawford. Will had been so sleep deprived after a particular case of someone mutilating eighteen omega men and stringing them up in a warehouse that he collapsed on his way back from his walk and caused them all to have a panic. Poor Adam wouldn’t leave his side and couldn’t stop crying. Hanna had a private conversation with Jack and now Will only ever worked from home or consulted from the office, never in the field. 

Will would wake up and throw a leg over Hanna or Duncan, let out a few purrs letting whoever pet him and he’d rub a bit on whoever hoping to get a good good morning. Usually Hanna would simply slip her slim yet strong thigh between his legs, and either pop open the top buttons of her pajama shirt or let one strap of her slip dress slide down so Will could nuzzle and kiss at her breast. Will loved a good good morning. Duncan would just hum and tell him to go take a shower first. 

Duncan never was much for sex unless it was heat sex. Duncan didn’t get knots anymore but he still had such a nice smell and could quench the boys’ heats all the same. Even still rubbing on him was comforting. 

Each day was similar and routine and scheduled. 

Perfect for two neurodivergent omegas and a (maybe a bit overly) controlling woman, and relaxing for the (mostly) retired men. 

Today was a day off though. Today no one but Hanna had work and she only worked till 2pm. She was gone and Adam was sleeping in, nude back pressed against Will’s undershirt covered one, toasty warm and maybe too warm. 

Adam bristled a bit when he realized he was damp. He made an unhappy noise which was copied by Will who was starting to wake up. Both hated waking up damp, Will even more so after so many years of waking up soaking wet in sweat. 

“Willy? Are you…?” Adam whispered and squeezed his thighs together as he woke up enough to realize his cock was a bit heavy in his underwear and hips ached from opening up. Adam always had worse heat pains than Will but he was younger and his body was still in its prime for pupping.  

“Yeah, yeah me too. Fuck-“ Will murmured and whined and pushed at Duncan’s hips with his hands trying to get the older man to roll to face him. 

"Will? Wha's wrong?" The deep rumble came from the eldest man. Will whimpered and pushed his hips against Duncan's side, his boxers rubbing scratchily against his erection. He threw his arm over Duncan’s chest and pulled him close and nuzzled at his stubbly neck. 

"Oh? Didn't know you were due" Duncan said as Will climbed to lay on his chest, their bodies touching head to toe. The fresh scent of petrichor made grind his hips up so the omega could feel his cock growing harder. 

Adam let out short half cries and climbed onto Nigel in the same way. 

Adam and Will acted nearly identical during their heats. Having the same moves and needs. Both pushed their chests out, grabbed and pulled at their own hair, and kicking their feet. Though they were still a bit different. Adam made squeaky noises and cried out a lot and usually needed to have his face lifted from the bed or else he’d choke on his own flood of tears and snot. Will made long drawn out moans and begged a lot, mostly for it to be harder, rougher, god daddy hurt me , and such. 

Oddly when both the boy's underwear were down and they were ass up, face down, there wasn't any trace of Hanna's prep or that she'd already given them their first orgasm. 

That was Hanna’s thing. Heat time rolled around, she would take the boys and let them hold onto her, suck on her breasts or find comfort in them, and use her thigh straps to give them their first orgasms and knots. It ensured they were properly slicking and stretched enough to take the alphas’ very very considerable lengths. 

There were just… not the usual signs like some small red pinch marks on their bums like Hanna usually sent them back to bed with or her dark lipstick staining their foreheads and necks. 

However no one cared because, god, those sounds that poured out of the boys... could send a man straight to hell. All blushing plump flesh and needy whines, no one took a second to think about Hanna or prep. 

That would come to bite them in the ass. Hard. 

“Momma!” 

“Mommy!” 

Will and Adam call out as soon as Hanna stepped into the house. They came wobbly crying to her, their faces messy, shirtless, with slick freely running down their legs. And their smell making a thick coating of fresh rain, Will, and gentle cocoa, Adam.  

“Hello sweet omegas. I smelt you this morning but I didn’t expect to come home to full heats. You’re not due for another four days.” Hanna said as she nearly toppled as the two boys pulled onto her suit jacket panting  and whimpering. They smelled a bit like fresh blood, a bit meaty, their holes probably gaped and rubbed raw. Hanna hated to smell that when they were in heat. 

“Momma, momma, hurts. I'm so hungry.” Will whined and shoved his face into her breast still covered by her suit jacket and blouse. She pressed her hand to the back of his head, his hair unwashed and sweaty, and encouraged him to nuzzle close. She towered over them easily in her high, yet modest, heels. 

“Mommy… hurts…” is all Adam whimpered and Hanna kissed his forehead. Adam was so soft hearted. So soft, so young, so needy. Poor thing had such a low pain tolerance. 

“My poor darlings. I’ll get you two in the bath and have a… conversation with daddy and papa. You’re such good omegas for telling me. Now let’s get you two in a nice warm bath.” Hanna said and realized that indeed, she shouldn't have trusted two thickheaded alpha men to really take care of the babies. 

“You moronic man.” Hanna said as she slammed her hand across Nigel’s face. Palm open and fingers flat. 

“You should have done better.” She said as her hand came rearing back to backhand Duncan. 

The two alphas rubbed their cheeks and didn’t meet the woman’s eyes. She was a force to be reckoned with. Unmovable. Not someone to even try to explain yourself to nor someone who cares about excuses. 

“You know I didn’t prepare them like I usually do, I let them sleep in. You didn’t bathe them, you didn’t let them nest in their selected area of the house, you haven’t given them any privacy, and you fucked them over the work bench which they now feel so guilty about because they know it’s a rule. The thought I was going to take them over my knee? No, I'm going to take you two over my knee. You dumb,” she paused with a slap across both faces. 

“Knotheaded” she said and her hand swung back to connect again. 

“Worthless, inconsiderate, men.” She said ending each work with a swing of her flat hand. The final slap was so hard they nearly feared for her hand not to break. 

She stood there, eye to eye, and panted. She was the epitome of wrath of a woman. Fire set in her eyes, sneer showing her pointed teeth. 

Both men were hard in their trousers. 

“I should bend you both over this bench and castrate you where you stand. However I need to fix my babies, and cook dinner. Both of you can go weed the garden, clip the hedges, and clean the porch. Do not come back into my house until I tell you to. Go. Now.” Hanna said and both men left silently to go do what she said. It was deadly not to. She stood there until the door clicked shut behind them and she closed and opened her hand a few times because damn… that stung. 

But she had much more important things to take care of. And wash. And kiss. And get her fingers into. 

“Will darling what happened to your back? Is it a sweat rash?” Hanna asked when she pushed the boy to face away from her to wash his hair. His back was all red and rubbed raw in some places and looked so tender. 

“Papa… took me against the wall with the wallpaper. It’s scratchy.” Will said and reached back to try and cover his back. Duncan had shoved him against the wall and he’d been bouncing up and down against it and it had hurt then but it hurt more now that the water was sloshing against it. It probably wasn’t very pretty…

“Poor thing, I’ll put balm on it once we’re out. Adam, did you get any rub marks?” Hanna asked and put her hands on his shoulders to turn him around. Usually he would be markless except for some hickies inside his thighs. But who knows since those men had been so careless. 

“Mommy” is all Adam said and laid his head against her arm. Hanna kissed the top of his head and moved her hands to rub and massage his marked neck. 

“I know, you’ve already gone so deep. I’ll put some on you anyway. Make sure you feel good to make a nice nest.” Hanna said to deaf ears and Will turned and laid his head on her opposite shoulder, his scruff growing scratchy given Hanna didn’t shave him during heat. Will gave a scratchy worn purr and Hanna pet down his back and dug her thumb into Adam’s mate mark. 

“Wanna nest momma's room.” Will grumbled and brought his soggy arms up to hug Hanna around the trim waist. She was just so strong and solid and warm and she was pulling at the scruff at the back of his neck. 

“Mommy’s room.” Adam agreed and Hanna’s fist around his scruff and pulled it into her grasp. 

She had them both in her grasp, completely silent and lax in submission. 

“That’s perfectly fine babies. We can go right to my room, I’ll grab what I need while you two dry off. Be good boys and take care of each other.” Hanna said in a quiet low voice and released the boys who nodded and lifted themselves up out of the deep tub. 

Hanna looked out her bedroom window at the men in the backyard. They were working, Nigel clipping the hedges and Duncan pulling weeds from the garden beds. She wasn’t happy with them but she was over her anger. It was up to the babies now. 

She had pulled out all their blankets and pillows and had clean sheets on her large king sized bed. She had her harnesses and a few changes of clothes for them all. She’d pulled off her suit jacket, her slacks, and her pantyhose. She pulled on a pair of lightweight blood red pajama pants and left her dark blouse on from the day. 

She was sitting at her vanity wiping away her lipstick and minimal makeup when the boys came back in. Hand in hand, Will leading them. They were panting and had both pulled on pairs of slick absorbent underwear that Hanna had left. 

She watched them in the mirror look and sniff around at the blankets and such on the floor around the bed. They both looked up at her for approval. 

“Start but do not get in until I’ve looked you over.” Hanna said and continued her routine. The boys whispering and shuffling behind her. 

Soon a nest started to form up Hanna was done and turned in her vanity chair. The boys looked up at her with flushed faces and big round eyes. She had already set out some balms on her desk and beckoned them over with a single spread of her legs. 

“Will, your back.” She said and the boy turned around and knelt down on the hard floor. He let his head hang down, his hands fiddling in front of his stomach scar. Hanna felt a spark of heat deep in her belly. Will was always so perfect in submission. A delicate little flower, so easy to crush in your palm. 

Hanna dipped her fingers into the viscous gel in the tub of balm. It was freezing cold to her touch and she was quick to presh it into Will’s raw back. 

The boy cried out but held still, leaning down panting, letting his hands support him. 

“Momma, that hurts. It burns.” Will cried out and Hanna smiled gently as she pressed the cold substance around Will’s back. She used both hands to rub and spread the gel until Will’s skin started to absorb it. She rubbed a bit more after and Will was shaking. 

He was panting loudly and his whole body was shaking in pain. Adam was looking out the window, he didn’t like hearing Will get hurt even though he knew Will enjoyed it. 

“Will, go get the knot you want. Adam come here.” Hanna ordered them and Will stood up, knees red and sore but in the best way. He turned to face Hanna first and she could see the outline of his rock hard cock in his underwear. She looked up at his desperate face and Will bit his lip. 

“Go pick out the knot you want. Clear off the edge of the bed. Good omega.” Hanna said in her most commanding voice and Will was nodding along with her words. He turned and did what he was told, slick already overflowing the pad in his underwear making it wet. 

Adam walked over and made that damn kicked puppy face. He was starting to tear up again. He’d already confessed to having sex in the kitchen, but Adam held onto guilt. 

“Are you mad we made your counter messy?” He asked and tears started to slip down his cheeks. Hanna shushed him and pulled him into her lap for a hug and to kiss his forehead. Adam sniffled and wrapped the flowy fabric of the woman’s blouse in his fists. 

“My toes couldn’t even touch the floor, mommy it was so scary. And it hurt my- my skin. It hurt my bones.” Adam tried to explain but the words weren’t what he was meaning. He was just upset and his hormones were all wonky and he was hot and cold and empty. 

Hanna shushed him and kissed his temple through his still damp short hair. She understood. She always understood. 

“May I see where it hurt? My work bench was made for my height, you’re just too small to be able to bend over it. It’s not your fault sweet baby.” Hanna whispered into Adam’s ear, her lips teasing the sensitive flesh. Adam shivered and let out a small noise. 

“Yes ma’am” he whispered and climbed off her lap and pulled off his underwear. Slick started to drool down the inside of his leg. Hanna caught some off the inside of his knee and licked it from her finger. She hummed and looked at the way both him and Will were staring at her. Dizzying, that power, absolutely dizzying. 

“Hurts here, now” Adam said and pressed a hand to his belly right above his small erection. Adam had what was an “ideal” omega genital. Small, uncut, barely any precum if any at all. Will didn’t. That was another reason Hanna loved him so. He was big, cut, and drooled a delicious amount of precum every time he got riled up. 

Hanna smiled and pulled Adam closer by his hips and he dropped his hands. She placed a small kiss to his stomach and looked at his bruised hip bones. Indeed, the alphas would get matching ones brought to them by a cane. They had a rule about careless bruising. 

“I’m sure it does hurt. Poor little boys. Go get yours ready Adam. We can take a nice long nap while daddy and papa make dinner.” Hanna said and Adam went to get the dildo of his choice. 

Hanna smiled at Will who’s knees were trembling a tiny bit, holding onto the thigh harness with his blue knot, it was small and short but rubbed against his cervix in a way that always had him gushing and cumming in no time. He liked the way it made him ache inside after. 

The woman stood and walked around Will to sit on the edge of the bed and took the harness from his hands. She quickly and efficiently slipped the straps around her thigh, high on her thigh, and buckled the nice and snug. Will was already climbing on the bed to straddle it but all Hanna had to do was put a hand on his belly and he paused. 

Adam was making huffs and frustrated noises. He was still standing by the toy box by the bedside table. He had a big pink dildo in his hands, the knot bold and pronounced, girthy and long. It would fit through the ring of the harness with a bit of finesse. Adam just needed to be filled and knotted. 

“Adam, bring that to me.” Hanna commanded and Adam huffed in defeat and handed them both to Hanna. She fastened the harness to herself once the toy was through and Will was already growling. She gave him a sharp slap to the ass which made him moan.

Adam was careful to position himself, always was, just so he could easily sink down and get full without hurting. Once he was ready he didn’t start their game by sitting down. He looked at Hanna waiting for her. 

“Go ahead Adam. You may take it now.” Hanna gave him permission but Adam shook his head and grabbed her blouse. 

Will huffed and growled again. He was not patient enough for this. Hanna knew it too, so she said nothing when he grabbed both sides of the blouse’s collar and ripped it so her bra was exposed. 

“Hurry up” Will barked out as his body shook in need, his toy just touching his needy hole. Adam smiled and started to sink down and nuzzle at Hanna’s soft bra and softer breast. 

Once he was letting out short breaths and had his hand under Hanna’s bra, Will dropped himself. 

Will was fast about it though, his slick had dripped down to cover Hanna’s pajamas and made it easy for him to slam down, the knot nearly slipping in, and throw himself back up. He was crying out. 

“Oh momma, feels so much better! Need it, need it momma, please, give me, I need-” Will begged as he made a punishing pace for himself. Each time the small knot slipped past the ring of muscle and rubbed against his prostate and the head crammed against the small bud of his cervix. He’d be bleeding by the end and bruised up on the inside for the next few days of heat. But lord it felt good. 

Will had his hands on her shoulders, he could enjoy her warm breast when he was sleeping, and he was bouncing all three of them with the effort of his thrusts. 

Adam however was quiet and fulfilled. He’d been fucked today, he didn’t need anymore. He needed to be filled up and snuggled in. He had one hand under Hanna’s plain blue bra, happy she never had underwires. He was cupping the soft, warm, soft, really soft plump flesh gently and nuzzling the exposed top of her breast. He wanted to undo the few clasps that rested in the valley between her breasts but he didn’t wanna move his hand away. 

Will was making so much noise and almost there. The boy battering his inside and Hanna’s warm body right there and their nest was ready and fuck. Fuck. 

“Fuck, momma, I need, Fuck, I need- Scratch me! My leg, here” Will finally struggled out. He needed the bite of her short nails, the heat of it. He needed a little pain and he’d be there. Hanna smiled and brought her hand to first squeeze his cock in one long stroke which made him cry out and then to stroke his thigh a few times. She stroked his thigh with the rhythm he’d set for himself and when he finally nodded and let her nails catch the strong scarred flesh of his thigh and tear down it for a few inches. 

Will screamed and grabbed onto Hanna, the scent of blood and cum filling the space. Adam gagged a little but reached over and touched Hanna’s thigh and gathered some of Will’s slick and brought it up to his mouth. It helped. 

“Beautiful. Beautiful Will. Thank you for giving me that. Now let’s take a nice nap, both of you need sleep.” Hanna instructed once Will caught his breath. Both boys nodded and allowed Hanna to unbuckle and remove the straps from the toys. She’d just need to remove the rings from the bases of the toys once they were done. She pulled her blouse off and looked at the way Adam was staring at her chest. 

“Adam, do you want to unclasp it?” She asked and Adam smiled and undid the clasps and moaned when the offensive blue fabric fell away. He immediately leaned forward to kiss and suck gently at her rosy nipple. Hanna tossed the bra to her vanity chair and Will brought his hand up to play with her other nipple. 

“That’s enough of that , you two. Nap time, now.” Hanna commanded and laid down in the center of the nest letting the two omegas snuggle up to her and get comfortable. 

Will curled up with his head on her stomach and his hand resting on her hip. He liked laying where he could smell the scent of arousal rolling gently off her body. Adam shoved his face into the soft side of her breast and let his hand go to lay in the toasty underside of her other breast. His arm was under his head so his hand could pet at her greying blonde hair gently. 

She was absolutely content and comfy. It was easy for all three of them to drift off to sleep. 

It wasn’t until nine p.m. that they all woke up. 

And realized they never allowed the alphas back in the house. It was okay though. It just made their punishments a fraction less brutal. 

[zillabean]

Alpha Martin is one of those frustrating Alphas who fancy others of his own ilk when he gets really tipsy, much to the chagrin of the other Alphas (and omegas) most of the time 😆

He is a horny terror at omegaverse gatherings 😆

Grindelwald is considering turning him into something less aggravating 🪄🐸

[hanniballover67]

Alpha Will in the throes of a Rut when Hannibal is out of town. Hannibal’s knot isn’t quite as big as Will’s but he can’t fuck himself with his own dick no matter what position he tries. Alpha-Alpha pairings weren’t the norm but neither were Will & Hannibal!

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

Unexpected (Hannigram) - shortfic

Teen & Up // M/M // Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham // Tags: season 1, one night stand, pregnancy, mpreg, alpha/omega, alpha Hannibal, omega Will, unplanned pregnancy, labour, labour pains, happy ending. WGA prompt fill.

A fill for the upcoming WGA Server omega Will fest. Prompt = Omega Will didn't know he was pregnant and starts going into labor either while working a crime scene (with Hannibal) or in Hannibal's car.

Will doesn't feel well and so Hannibal offers to drive him home...

Unexpected (2.5k):

“I can take you home,” Hannibal Lecter’s voice was as soft and reassuring as it always was when he spoke to Will, and Will hated it. 

Though he wanted to hate it even more than he actually did. He wanted to hate that it made him feel more like an omega than anything else ever had. He wanted to hate it because it made him stupid. Stupid enough to have sex with the guy - months ago now, right after they first met.

Will had felt embarrassed afterwards. He had never done that before, even during a heat, he’d never just randomly hooked up with someone. Certainly not some pretentious alpha who brought breakfast to his motel room like some sort of courting gift. 

It had been impulsive and he’d been trying to forget it ever since. And whilst Lecter hadn’t brought it up, or even pushed the advantage as some alphas might, he had made his interest clear. With soft words and subtle ways. Nothing overt - a cup of coffee here, a kind word there. Something innocuous but that Will knew meant more. Meant more, but he ignored it. 

As he winced with another flash of pain, Will knew he had to accept Lecter’s offer of a ride. Everyone else was busy with the crime scene and he could no longer deny he was unwell.

He’d been feeling off for months, and even worse the last few days. He had this ache in his chest, felt bloated and sick. He thought it was a bug at first, especially when he was throwing up for a couple of weeks. But once that passed he just never felt 100%. 

Will put most of it down to the work. Wouldn’t be the first agent who got sick at the sight of a corpse, especially the ones he was called to. And he hadn’t felt quite stable for a while, so maybe it was that. Maybe it was a physical manifestation of how this job was making him feel. Discombobulated, adrift. 

“Will?” 

He looked up from the crime scene before him to see Lecter frowning. He hadn’t responded.

“Sure,” Will agreed, not missing the huff Jack made. He really wasn’t happy about Will leaving, but there was no denying he was sick. He was sweating profusely now and the pain kept coming in waves. 

Another wave of it hit him as he turned away from the death and gore. Will sucked in a breath and squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, he saw Lecter reaching for him to help steady him, but he shrugged off the assistance and started towards Lecter’s car. 

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[vigilante24ish]

🐺Primal 🐺

Summary:

In this life, some live with two. Humans in looks, wolves in spirit, amongst them they are known as Wolfskin. In this world, they stay hidden as they expand, multiply and hunt...Baltimore is no exception.

Rana is one and also an FBI agent. When a serial killer leaves them facing a dead end, Jack brings forward Will Graham to help them; without knowing, Will is unique.

She will do anything to keep him safe. A task that will prove hard when a strong, lonely Alpha, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, enters their lives.

Pairing: Mads Mikkelsen Hannibal X Fem! OC Chapter Warnings: None

Previous - Chapter 2: A New Clue Next - Chapter 4: Proper Meeting & A New Body

Chapter 3: Cannibal Serial Killers & Mysterious Psychiatrists

The next day, Rana met Will at the HQ to accompany him to the morgue. Jack was currently at the Academy, talking with the young psychiatrist known as Dr. Bloom.

She was intelligent, young, and had worked with Will for a while. Jack wanted to put Will more out in the field; however, he knew the risks.

He went to the Academy to ask her opinion and her help, in case Will needed it. After his talk with him, it was clear to both that the man had a twisted sense of love for those girls and that he would soon go after the next one.

Will was the only one, who could truly help them and Jack could not dismiss him...not yet.

While he was busy there, Will had been dressed in a medical apron and a plastic visor as he hovered over the body of the girl. Around him, were Jimmy, Beverly and Brian, who were busy inspecting and working on the body; hoping to find more clues.

At one side, leaning against the wall, was Rana. She was there to gather any information the four of them found and then give it to Jack.

At the same time, she wanted to keep an eye on Will, especially with Beverly and her snoopy nose being around.

She never minded the gore, blood or the dead. It would be silly if someone like her had trouble handling it. The opposite, she was always intrigued, and the feeling of blood on her hands did trigger some more primal instincts.

For that reason, she found it wiser to keep her distance, but if she ever had to, she could control her impulses and do her job.

"Tried her skin for prints. Of course, nothing. We did get a hand spread off her neck." Jimmy started, glancing at Rana, who was watching them like a Hawk.

"What about her nails?" she asked, muscled hands folded in front of her as she leaned on the wall, with one leg bent.

"Her fingernails were smudged when we took scrapings. The scrapings were where she cut her palms with them. She never scratched him." Brian added.

"Hmm," Rana exclaimed. "That means he knew how to prevent her from scratching him. He is no certain fool," she mumbled, but the silence in the room made everyone hear her.

"Curly piece of metal is all we got," Beverly added, before sneaking a flirtatious smile towards Will.

Something that did not go unnoticed by Rana. Thankfully, the scientist did not do anything, and Will was not focusing on her at all. Instead, his mind seemed to be not present.

"We should be looking at plumbers, steamfitters, tool workers." He said, glancing at Rana, who wrote it down in her little notebook as he adjusted the visor and forced himself to look in the body bag.

While he was busy thinking, imagining and trying to recreate what had happened to the girl, the other three worked normally.

Rana had noticed him but had not said anything as she studied him. She found it fascinating how his compressed other nature formed in a way that allowed him to think like the predator he is supposed to be.

She hadn't met many of their kind, but she knew each one was unique. Each one grew and developed certain skills that reflected their personality, their character, and their environment.

Will learnt how to empathise with predators, following serial killers and their way of thinking, clearly because he suppressed his true nature.

Rana, on the other hand, always motivated by anger and adrenaline, had developed physically and had acquired skills more used in combat and, as some would suggest, hunting.

Her senses were keen, but she did not have the perception Will had, just like he didn't have her reflexes and strong fight instincts that she possessed.

While she was the only one before she met him, that wasn't always the case. She was raised in an environment with their kind and had learnt valuable information from a young age that she hoped one day to pass on to Will.

However, approaching and explaining was the trickiest part. She did not know how much he knew or if he had unlocked them yet.

"Other injuries were probably but not conclusively post-mortem. She wasn't gored."

"She has lots of piercings that look like they were caused by deer antlers. I didn't say the deer was responsible for putting them there."

The trio kept working and talking while Rana was half paying attention.

However, she focused fully when Will snapped back into reality and added his conclusions: "She was mounted on them, like hooks. She may have been bled."

This made Beverly and Jimmy glance at Will as well, while Brian was distracted by his investigation of the abdominal wound. "Her liver was removed. He took it out and put it back in. See."

This made the female agent lift an eyebrow and approach the table, leaning over to see what he was pointing at. She was not that expert in the body anatomy, but she could faintly see the signs that the organ had been sewed back.

"Why cut out her liver if he was just going to sew it back in again?" Brian asked, confused.

All muscle tone in Will's face went slack as Rana sniffed faintly, bringing her face a little closer to the body. There was something...something that smelt different... it didn't smell like the organs of a corpse would...no...it was something more.

"Something was wrong with the meat." Rana and Will said at the same time, in perfect sync.

This made the trio look at them, confused, but also freaked out that the duo knew it, although each of them had found it out differently.

They exchanged a look, something familiar passing in front of their eyes as their minds suddenly connected. "She has liver cancer."

That's why it smelled differently, Rana thought, but then noticed how Will had paled.

Before she could ask him what was happening, he spoke up, and what he said next made everyone feel a chill going down their spine. "He's eating them"

Rana had called Jack just as Will's latest conclusion came. Jack had a lead for someone who could help with the case and was on his way.

However, he needed to know all the details, so she ended up in his car as he drove them to their next destination.

She was hesitant to leave Will behind but he had reassured her that he would focus on his lectures, now that he got another clue. It would allow him to take a break and allow his mind to focus on something else.

After Rana finished explaining what they found, Jack tensed his jaw and his hands around the car wheel.

"So, this lunatic is now eating them? Is this his sick love that Will talked about?" he asked, unhappy with the news.

Rana shrugged, leaning back on the seat and looking straight ahead of her. "I don't know. They are still working on more clues, but without the other bodies, it's hard to know." There was another silence between them as Jack took a turn and went off the busy highway. "Where exactly are we heading to?"

"Dr Hannibal Lecter. Dr Bloom recommended him. He might be able to help us and Will, in this nutjob case" Jack explained.

The female agent remained quiet, not adding anything more. Somehow, having a psychiatrist look at and inspect Will made her guts twist.

Yet again, Will was sensitive; perhaps someone more experienced could help if something went wrong. She was indecisive but decided not to make any decisions before meeting the man in person.

At last, they arrived at the fancy building where the famous psychologist lived, and Rana could not help but admire the architecture.

Climbing out of the car, she sniffed the air as a certain scent reached her olfactory processing cortex. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. When she opened them again, she felt nothing had taken place.

Jack was clueless about her small reaction, already busy pushing the door open and entering the building. Rana followed behind him, her eyes seeming to be more concentrated than ever.

Unknown to Jack, his protégé started to suspect that this psychiatrist was not at all what everyone else thought.

When they arrived on the right floor, they found his door closed. It was clear that he was having an appointment, so they both waited in suspense and slight uneasiness.

The clock was ticking, and they both wanted nothing more than to catch this madman.

Rana was also uneasy because the scent of another Wolf had reached her senses while also setting one question apart.

Was the client or the good doctor, one of her kind?

Her answer soon came as the door was opened from the inside and a slightly plus size nervous man was about to be escorted out. He was very nervous, the scent of sweat and high adrenaline reaching her nose.

However, Rana knew there and then that the man was not like her. That made her attention focus on the doctor standing by his side. Her pupils dilated ever so slightly at the sight of a man with exotic features and dressed in a wrinkle-less three-piece matching suit.

Jack took the chance to step forward, blocking the way of the other two men. "Doctor Lecter?"

The man noticed him first, but Rana saw evidence that his nostrils moved slightly as he had picked up her scent just as she had picked up his.

However, he did not give anything away. Instead, he focused on Jack. "I hate to be discourteous, but this is a private exit for my patients."

He got his badge out. "I'm Special Agent Jack Crawford and this is Special Agent Rana Stones," he said, motioning for the blond, who had her badge as per usual hanging around her neck. "We are with the F.B.I. May we come in?"

Dr Lecter took a good look at the female agent, but his face had the perfect mask, exposing nothing of his inner thoughts or any of his reactions

"You may wait in the waiting room." He then focused on his patient. "I'll see you next week, Franklyn." Yet, before fully dismissing him, he turned to Jack again. "Unless, of course, this is about him."

Jack corrected him. "Oh, no, this is all about you."

And this is how Rana was once again sitting on the couch next to Jack.

Hannibal had gone inside his office momentarily and said he would call them. This gave her a moment to put on her mask and focus on her training.

Jack, next to her, was as clueless as ever about the secret world existing under his nose.

He picked up a Magazine, out of mere curiosity and to control his temper. He did not like waiting or being dismissed that way.

Usually, when people see their badges, they immediately speak to them, but it was clear that this certain Doctor wanted to make sure that he had the upper hand and was the dominant one in this situation from the very start.

After a few minutes, the door opened and Dr Lecter stepped into the doorway. "Please. Come in."

Jack and Rana stood up, heading for his office.

The female stayed a step behind Jack, and yet, as she passed in front of the good doctor, she felt his sharp gaze on her. She did not turn her head to acknowledge him but simply kept walking with her head held high.

Yet, she did not fail to pick up his unique scent. A mixture of exotic spices and well-aged wine contained in an oak barrel. Each person and wolfskin had their unique scent, which was recognisable and characteristic of them.

Hannibal watched them pass and as Rana passed by him, his senses got overloaded by her strong dominant scent. He blinked and forced a flat smile to cover his reactions, as he processed the scent of whiskey and burning wood with a faint touch of gunpowder.

Once inside the office, the two agents split. Rana took a seat on the couch, right across from Hannibal, while Jack decided to roam around and survey his collection of books and artefacts, while also admiring his art.

"May I ask how this is all about me?" he asked, his eyes going from Rana to Jack.

"You can ask. But I do need to ask you a few questions first. Are you expecting another patient?" Jack started.

"We're all alone," Hannibal informed, being so willing to cooperate and answer the questions.

"No secretary?"

"Was pre-dispositioned to romantic whims. Followed her heart to the United Kingdom. Sad to see her go."

Rana lifted an eyebrow, her back straight and her hands flat on her thighs. Somehow, the story, while sounding believable, also could not be true.

Usually, she would pick up the heartbeat of a normal human and detect when they are lying, but it was different with Hannibal.

For starters, his heart rate was stable but that was something their kind could easily control. A steady heartbeat was crucial cause increased adrenaline and blood was what caused their primary instincts to kick in and make their mind less human and more animalistic.

For that, she focused on anything else about him. It was their common technique with Jack. He asked the questions and tried to see if their suspect would bite while Rana would notice their reactions.

Being a woman, it was not easy for men to take her seriously or consider her a threat.

At first, she was quite reactive and violent to scare them and force them to speak.

However, after she started working with Jack, her teacher realised that she had other gifts she could develop to improve their partnership.

He was not wrong and his ideas worked.

Speaking of Jack, he had focused and was busy studying framed meticulous pencil drawings of Parisian landscapes. "Are these yours, Doctor?"

Hannibal gave a nod, his hand carefully pointing at the drawing of a school. " Among the firsts. My boarding school in Paris when I was a boy."

"Incredible amount of detail."

Not liking how things were, Hannibal stood up and moved to his desk. He picked up a point with a scalpel, blowing the shavings off the tip to reveal its sharpness. "Learned very early a scalpel cuts better points than a pencil sharpener."

He let the pencil down but not the scalpel. He eyed Jack carefully, focusing on the FBI agent's jugular.

However, he made no move as the strong scent of Rana kept reminding him that she was silently watching him. If only he could be alone with Jack, but that could not be the case.

"I understand your drawing got you an internship at Johns Hopkins."

Rana's muscles tensed faintly, and she moved her position on the couch faintly, just as she noticed Hannibal's faint nostril flair and eye dilation.

Yet, his heartbeat remained steady, and he simply exhaled. Others would not notice such small changes, but they were not her.

"I am beginning to suspect you are investigating me, Agent Crawford."

There is suddenly an eerie stillness as if lightning were about to strike. Rana decided to speak, change her position, and sit on the couch's armrest.

"Is there a reason why we should investigate you, Dr Lecter?" she asked, earning a hidden smirk from Jack.

Hannibal's full attention turned to her now, his pupils dilating even more. Her presence alone tested the control of his instincts; it had been years since he had been in the presence of another like him.

And the last one he was with did not have the same aura and vibe Rana did.

He was no fool; he could see the signs, as both of them showed clear, pure dominance with their body language, stable tone of voice, and intense stare.

The tension in the room started to thicken, those two never breaking eye contact.

For a microsecond, both had their irises flash to a bright red, as if triggered by the intense staring and the silent fight for control of the room.

Jack sensed that something was odd, so he moved and sat next to Rana. His attention change caused Hannibal's and Rana's eyes to return to normal.

"You were referred to me by Alana Bloom in the psychology department at Georgetown."

This caught Hannibal's attention, as his demeanour changed again, and he took his seat once again. "Most psychology departments are filled with ham radio enthusiasts and other personality-deficient people. Dr Bloom would be the exception. "

"You mentored her during her residency at John Hopkins, correct?" the female agent asked him.

"I learned as much from her as she learned from me," Lecter said coolly.

"Showed me your paper in The Journal of Clinical Psychiatry. Evolutionary Origins of Social Exclusion." Jack continued.

"And?"

"Very interesting, even to a layman." He continued.

Rana was told about the paper, and Jack sort of summarised it in his way for her.

She could read it if she wanted, but she was not truly interested. Specialisation and science were never her cups of tea.

Instead, she focused more on other subjects like Physical Education. Philosophy, Law and History were the only exceptions, but no other subjects. Perhaps this was also a result of her internal need for justice and her strong instincts, which required more energy and physical results.

"A layman? So many learned fellows going about in the halls of Behavioural Science at the F.B.I. and you consider yourself a layman? What about your partner? Do you consider her a laywoman?" Hannibal said, deciding to try his unique psychoanalyzing skills.

He was curious about this partnership and how much Jack truly knew about Rana and her kind.

It was the first time she had seen a Wolfskin in a position of power, one that required working with and around humans daily for hours on end. It was truly fascinating to him as well, and he was curious to find out more about the unique blond agent sitting across from him.

Jack realised what was going on, slightly, and exchanged a look with Rana before speaking up. "I do when I'm in your company, Doctor. I am, also, not one to speak for my partner. She can answer that if she wishes to" This made the female's lips curve slightly upwards. "I am here for another reason. I'd like you to help me with a psychological profile."

[angelicsadnesss]

One more chapter until the wedding 💍

[hannigram-a-b-o-library]

Hiii! I adore your blog so much! I was wondering if you know about this Hannigram fic where it's young Omega Will and he called a crisis line on his first heat, and he ended up getting Alpha Hannibal on the line, who talks him through getting himself off. I've read it too long ago and I wanted to revisit it but I can't find it. I wonder if you've read it. Thank you in advance if could find it <3

Thank you! We're hoping to revive a little more over here now that twitter is dying, and please do check out our (still being updated) website:

We think what you're looking for is the Suicide Watch series by Edgelord (lostlikeme).

Happy reading!

[assorted-fic-recs]

Wage Your War (57669 words) by Della19 Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Jack Crawford, Beverly Katz, Brian Zeller, Jimmy Price, Abigail Hobbs, Tobias Budge, Franklyn Froideveaux, Alana Bloom, Will's Dad, Winston Additional Tags: Cannibalism, duh - Freeform, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Prompt Fic, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, Mpreg, Will the Morally Grey, Hannibal is Hannibal, Will Graham doesn't need anyone's help, Happy ending (with cannibalism), Omega Will, Alpha Hannibal, But also agressor Will, Now there's title art…and it's so pretty! Series: Part 1 of A Fine Piece of Real Estate Summary: To say that Will Graham is still an unmated, childless omega at the age of thirty-eight is his own choice is true. It is not to say that it is his preference. Will wants a mate and a family just as much – perhaps even more – than the next omega. He’s simply never met that one person who fit the bill before. And then he walks into Jack Crawford’s office and meets Hannibal Lecter and well that, as they say in the business, is that. Now all he needs to do is convince Hannibal of that. But well, this is Hannibal Lecter he is dealing with. It must be done a certain…flair. But that isn’t a problem for Will. Not at all. After all, snakes may kill mongoose, but one must never forget this as well: mongoose hunt snakes too. It’s Will Graham’s turn to wage his war. Or, here is a fic about omega!Will Graham manipulating alpha!Hannibal Lecter into getting exactly what he wants.

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Tag: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Sample Size: 34,123 stories

Source: AO3

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(Original post from my old account)🫡

[silver-psychopath]

My favourite flavour of omega Will Graham is that when he goes into heat, he's absolutely FERAL.

The only reason he doesn't kill anyone is because he locks himself away in his secluded little house surrounded by his 8 dogs.

His inner omega is extremely picky about which alpha is good enough to mate with, it wants the toughest, most protective, most absolute prime real estate alpha it can have (paired with a thorough-bred Alpha Hannibal is always a bonus).

(Maybe add in a couple sprinkles of "Will doesn't even react to other alpha's scents because they don't even slightly interest him, alpha's try to command him to do something in The Voice and Will just stares at them like "Bitch, please." You can't tell me that's not what his cunty little eyebrow quirk means!)

And then he meets Hannibal and Will's omega is frothing at the mouth like "THIS ONE, THIS ONE, THIS ONE, THIS ONE-" And the reason why Will is trembling so much and always so sweaty in that first season is because restraining yourself from chucking yourself at your therapist is tough work when you've never had to do it before.

And then Will finds out about the ripper being Hannibal and his omega goes absolutely insane with want, it's shouts of "HE'S WILLING TO PROTECT AND PROVIDE FOOD ALL AT THE SAME TIME IF WE HAVE AN INTRUDER!!!" is completely unintelligible, and maybe that's when Will gets put in jail and that brief time apart from Hannibal is when Will and his omega can come up with a plan together to honey trap Hannibal and that's when Will accepts his inner beast (i.e. feral omega/Psycho killer inclinations)

Idk, I just think Will is very dangerous and (on occasion) seems more dangerous than even Hannibal does.

Like yeah, Hannibal has the practical experience, but Will has the mental experience of multiple serial killers. His empathy allows him to become that serial killer, sure they're both unpredictable at times, but even Hannibal himself says he can never fully predict Will at times.

I don't want frail waif omega Will, I want the embodiment of every story you heard where mothers did crazy batshit insane things to save their children (those mothers that unlock super strength and lift cars off their kids and stuff like that!), I want feral omega Will that knows what he wants and will not let anyone tell him to do what THEY think is best for Will.

Let's be honest, Will is very Prime Omega or even Alpha coded in the show. Especially after he accepts himself in Season 3, just look at the cunty way he walks and talks in the last couple episodes!!! "I'd pack your bags, Bedelia, meats back on the menu." Or "I'll say pretty please."

My omega Will who has finally accepted both the omega wants and the psycho killer part is literally the scene where Will imagines himself as Able Gideon killing that nurse and the way he bears his teeth when he slices his knife through the dragon in the final episode. My ideal omega Will or Will in general would be found wrestling wolves for food and dominance in prehistoric times where he isn't restricted by societal norms and customs and laws.

And we all know Hannibal would find that hot AF

Anyway that's just how I interpret Will, that's my favourite flavour 🤣

[c0pernicus]

We Will Commit Wolf Murder by of Montreal will forever belong to hannigram it's quite simple really

[zillabean]

A hush falls over the gathered crowd, shivering in its anticipation, before erupting into ear-splitting howls of animalistic fervor. Hannibal "The Cannibal" is trotted out on reinforced chain leads into the hot arena to the sheer delight of the bloodthirsty audience.

Eight months of enslavement in Verger's Alpha Fight Arena as Mason's prized bull thoroughbred has thickened his muscles, as well as his resolve and his fury. Eight months of forced fights, studding, breeding and dehumanization takes a toll on even the most stoic man. The day of his reckoning cannot come soon enough, but Hannibal is patient, and he bides his time.

For now, he obeys. He obeys Mason's whip, the guards' stun batons, the snipers with tranquilizers lining the rooftop of the arena.

He fights. He fights every alpha unlucky enough to be hurled into the ring with him. Undefeated in his string of victories, he still treats each battle as if it could be his last. The gravest mistake an apex predator can make is to get cocky. Enough close calls have taught him that his place atop the Verger empire food chain is a tenous one, hard won through blood, sweat and broken bones, and he defends it well.

After each battle he is bandaged and cleaned up, and paraded out across the hot sands of the arena once more, but for a much different show. Here he is stripped naked, his broad shoulders, honed muscles and impressive girth put on obscene display for the howling audience to admire with screams, howls and stifled gasps as they feverishly place bids upon his body. Verger studs him out to the highest bidder after each fight, his sexual performance a commodity to be bought and sold for top dollar.

The victor is the spoils.

(nsfw on patreon)

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

In case nobody knows, I'm a whore for Pebbla x Alpha angst, them trying to manoeuvre their relationship, and metaphors. So you'll have all of those in this, inspired by the lyrics :

"Let the impulse to love/ and the instinct to kill/ entangle to one"

from Say That You Will by Sleep Token. (Which I am also a whore for btw)

Tw : a lot of said metaphors are about biting, eating, teeth, blood and gory-ish stuff, so if that makes you squimish proceed with caution.

Pebble nearly startles when a warm hand splays between his shoulderblades. It's not the suddenness of the touch that has him tensing up, but its gentleness. He wants to sink into it, he really does, but his body doesn't seem to get the memo. Because Alpha is not gentle, not like this, not with Pebble. That's just not what they are, what their relationship is. They're mad dogs snarling with all they have, taking chunks of eachother whenever they orbit close enough, holding the torn out pieces between bloodied teeth like trophies to be cherished.

Except Alpha's hand doesn't push, doesn't scratch, doesn't dig or split skin to get to the soft, vulnerable parts Pebble keeps burried, the ones the fire ghoul is usually so keen on exposing to the garish light of day, clawing them out of their hidding places and running away with them crushed between his jaws.

No, Alpha only presses warmth in Pebble's aching back, in the quiet of the deserted greenhouse. The sun is kissing the horizon, bathing everything in gold, bouncing against glass pannels in a breathtaking ballet of light Pebble was too busy to notice. Slowly, he exhales, manually forcing his body to relax, and Alpha seems to notice, wrapping his other arm around Pebble's waist to drag him closer, until the earth ghoul's back is pressed against Alpha's front.

Even as he melts into the embrace, there's a part of Pebble that wants to bare sharp teeth, to take advantage of Alpha's unusual softness to sink them in this quiet moment, tear it to shreds until the fire ghoul bleeds out his unexpected warmth with eyes growing cold again.

Instead, Pebble traces the landscape of scars and ink on Alpha's forearm with dirt stained fingers. The fire ghoul's hand finds its way to the back of Pebble's neck, and for a moment, it twitches there. Like maybe, probably, he's battling with the same contradictory feelings, maybe he's this close to bite through muscles and sinew, chew bones until he can get to the marrow and all the secret sweetness it hides. In the end, though, the hand only caresses, and the lips that land on the notches of Pebble's spine are gentle, brushing sweat damp skin like it can quench the thirst Pebble knows rendeers Alpha's throat dry as sand, for the earth ghoul shares the same predicament.

There is no blood in this interaction, and though Pebble's parched tongue begs for a few crimson drops, he is seized by the sudden impulse to gorge himself full of the sweet honey that oozes from this moment. The sugary taste will only make the thirst worse, but for once, he'd like to crave it instead of the metallic tang of harsh words and clashing teeth.

Alpha keeps kissing up Pebble's neck, rocking them both back and forth. They sway like they never needed muzzles to be let around each other, like there is no effort behind the tendernes of the action. Pebble tilts his head back so he can rest it on Alpha's shoulder, eyes closed so he doesn't have to look at his face, incapable of predicting whether he'd be able to reign in the instinct to snarl if he let himself take in the fire ghoul's features.

Alpha's mouth is at the earth ghoul's jaw now, delicately scratching against stubble. A more insistant press almost has teeth digging in, until Alpha catches himself and let up with a shaky sigh. It's this unsteady breath, so out of character for the ever-confident fire ghoul, that has Pebble reaching out, tangling a hand in silky hair, twisting in Alpha's arm until he faces him, eyes still resolutely closed, even as Pebble gently tugs him down, even as he cautiously slots their mouths together.

Despite the hunger trapped behind his mollars, Pebble doesn't let himself sink the points of sharpened fangs in Alpha's bottom lip, instead licks the saccharine taste of tentative affection straight from his mouth. The fire ghoul follows his lead, not a flash of pain coming to turn the kiss around into something more familiar, something quick and rough that comes so naturally to them. For once, it's all hushed noise and light touches, a fragile moment in time carved in glass, so prone to be shattered by the slightest misstep.

They pull away, foreheads brushing, breaths mingling. Pebble finally opens his eyes. Only to be met by the embers of a four letter word that they never quite managed to fit between their bloodstained teeth, flickering in Alpha's mellowed down gaze. It feels like getting ripped open, still beating heart weakly pulsing under scrunity.

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

The Alpha's Alibi (Hannigram) - shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham // Tags: season 2, Futamono canon divergence, omegaverse, alpha Hannibal, omega Will, AU season 2 where Will isn't in BSHCI and Hannibal doesn't hook up with Alana, Will in Hannibal's dress shirt, dark Will, unexpected rut, chasing, rough sex, mating, mating bite, biting, bonding, knotting, come inflation, Hannibal is whipped, can be read as traditional or multisex omega. WGA prompt fill.

A fill for the upcoming WGA Server omega Will fest. Prompt = Please please, to anyone who is bored but creative. All I want in life is Jack asking Hannibal if anyone can vouch for him being at home all night while in his red sweater and then Jack’s omega bloodhound comes down the stairs only in Hannibal’s barely buttoned white dress shirt all wrinkled and says he can since his alpha was pleasing him all night. And Hannibal is quick to go along with it though Will is definitely not his omega nor was he in his bedroom last night. And then they mate when Hannibal finds out Will knows and wants him anyway. Please!

Will gives Hannibal an alibi and wants something in return.

The Alpha's Alibi (2k):

In hindsight, Hannibal should have asked Alana to stay. 

He wasn’t entirely inclined towards the beta, but she’d made her interest increasingly clear over the years, not least at the dinner party the previous evening, and an alibi would have been smart. It would have been smarter still not to underestimate Jack Crawford - the intimidating alpha that now stood in his foyer. 

He glowered at Hannibal as he spoke. 

“Abel Gideon fell down a stairwell last night. He was hospitalised and the security guard standing watch has been killed, in what appears to be another Chesapeake Ripper murder. Gideon is nowhere to be found.”

“He escaped?” Hannibal queried.

“We know he didn’t leave the hospital on his own, his back was broken, he was taken.” The words were stern and his accusatory gaze didn’t waver. “By someone. Someone who knew him.”

Hannibal remained silent, offering nothing.  “Where were you last night?” Jack continued. 

Hannibal let out a sigh, trying to convey his disappointment in the accusation. “I was here.”

“All night?” It was clear Jack didn’t believe him. 

“Yes.”

“Anyone other than yourself that can verify that,” it didn’t even sound like a question, Jack’s tone incredulous. 

“I can.”

Both alpha’s attentions were drawn towards the omega that had entered the room behind Jack, his slight frame wrapped in the dress shirt Hannibal had been wearing the evening before. 

“I was with Hannibal all night, Jack,” Will claimed, his arms crossed over his chest. 

Jack’s surprise was clear as he glanced between Hannibal and Will. It was shocking, to be sure. Not just because Will had been trying to convince everyone for quite some time that Hannibal was the Chesapeake Ripper, and now that it could potentially be proven, he was the alibi. But also because Will had not attended the party the night before. 

Will hadn’t stayed the night. 

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[vigilante24ish]

🐺Primal 🐺

Summary:

In this life, some live with two. Humans in looks, wolves in spirit, amongst them they are known as Wolfskin. In this world, they stay hidden as they expand, multiply and hunt...Baltimore is no exception.

Rana is one and also an FBI agent. When a serial killer leaves them facing a dead end, Jack brings forward Will Graham to help them; without knowing, Will is unique.

She will do anything to keep him safe. A task that will prove hard when a strong, lonely Alpha, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, enters their lives.

Pairing: Mads Mikkelsen Hannibal X Fem! OC Chapter Warnings: None

Previous - Chapter 1: Recruiting Will Next - Chapter 3: Cannibal Serial Killers & Mysterious Psychiatrists

Chapter 2: A New Clue

It had been nightfall by the time the two agents and Will had managed to get into Elise Nichols's house in Minnesota. Her parents had been sickened by the news, already aware of the other missing girls. Their worry was visible as they tried to keep their composure in front of the trio.

The one most rationalizing so far had been Mr Nichols while his wife, was the quietest one; tortured by thoughts of her missing daughter.

"She could have gone off by herself. She was a very interior young woman. She didn't like living in a dorm. I could see how the pressure of school might have gotten to her. She likes trains. Maybe she just got on a train and... "Mr Nichols said and continued to trail off, his words trying to comfort him.

The trio sat opposite them, listening. Jack's expression was the most natural and distant, while Rana gave the most head nods and tried to comfort the two parents.

It was kind of their thing, after all, whenever the duo worked together in cases. Will, on the other hand, tried his best to avoid any eye contact with Nichols.

Mrs Nichols finally spoke after being quiet for so long. "She looks like the other girls."

Jack gave a small nod. "She fits the profile"

Mr Nichols came next. "Could Elise still be alive?"

This made the two agents exchange a glance. It was a common, very understandable question that almost everyone asked.

However, the tricky part was the answer one would give. You have to be very careful and not give immediate false hopes, especially with the lack of evidence.

Yet, at the same time, you should not show any pessimistic approach, for it can affect how cooperative they will be with you.

"We simply have no way of knowing," Rana answered, her tone stable but with something of a comforting tone.

The couple gave a nod, eased slightly but not truly relieved. It was a pretty vague answer and they would have preferred a more specific one. To know whether they should mourn from now or keep on hoping.

The silence that had started between them, was interrupted by Will, who chose to offer an odd question. "How's the cat?"

Mrs Nichols looked at him puzzled. "What?"

"How's your cat? Elise was supposed to feed it. Was the cat weird when you came home? It didn't eat all weekend. Must have been hungry." He continued.

The Nichols are unsure of what to answer or where Will is leading the subject. "I didn't notice."

It was then that Will's next words made the two agents realize what had taken place: "He took her from here. She got on a train. She came home. She fed the cat. And he took her."

Rana felt like facepalming at how clueless she had been.

Of course, the girl's scent was still lingering in the house, but she suspected it was from the last time she had been in since it had not been that long since she had been there.

She had spent too much time with humans and needed to brush off her senses once again, for they had started to let her down.

While she was mentally at odds with her other nature, Jack stood up and picked up his phone. "The Nichols house is a crime scene. I need ERT immediately. Zeller, Katz, Jimmy Price, a photographer."

The Nichols were trying to wrap their minds around the quick flurry of action and what it meant to their little girl.

"Why is it now a crime scene?" Mr Nichols asked.

Rana stood up as well. "It looks like the kidnapping happened here. We must look around for clues that can point us to your daughter and also the kidnapper," she explained simply as Will joined her.

"Can I see your daughter's room?" he asked.

"Police were up there this morning," Mr Nichols said as he stood up but gave a nod and headed for the stairs.

Rana followed Will, who pulled on gloves as they approached the room. To their surprise, the Cat was outside the door, pawing it, being eager to go inside.

Just as Mr Nichols was about to reach the doorknob, Will stopped him. "I'll get that. Mr Nichols, would you put your hands in your pockets and avoid touching anything, please?"

Mr Nichols did not seem to understand or truly like the idea. Rana interfered, offering a friendly smile. It seemed kind of odd when someone put it with her trained physique and the FBI agent badge around her neck.

"Please, Mr Nichols. You can hold the cat if it's easier."

There was that tone again, although this time, there seemed to be a small order hidden behind it. To Will's surprise, the man did as he was instructed, and he gave Rana a thanking nod. He then wrapped his gloved hand around the knob and opened the door.

The light from the hallway streaked across the floor and up the wall as Will and Rana entered. The latter was right behind him, her hands ready to grab the gun by her waist. They both came to a halt by the door and seem to sniff the air slightly.

"Will?" Rana called his name quietly, taking the scent in the room once again. S

He wasn't sure why she called out to him, considering she was unaware of how much he knew about their kind and her. However, at that moment, her instinct told her to conform with another one like her and she did.

"Yeah..." he replied.

To some, it might sound weird, to him even, but at that moment, something had changed. Her being close to him offered a strong sense of security and safety, all while putting his senses on high alert.

This proved useful for the scent of blood made his pulse increase slightly.

He did not think at that moment what he truly said, for someone to smell such a faint scent of blood would be very rare.

Yet, because her question used his name, he felt she did, too. When she didn't comment on anything else, his suspicions stood correct, and he decided to flick on the light switch, illuminating the room.

What came next, came as a shock to everyone...

Elise Nichols was lying coffin-style on her bed, dressed in pyjamas as if she had just gone to sleep. The grey pallor of her skin, the clean puncture wounds visible under her pyjamas, and her un-breathing bosom were immediately evident to Will.

Sadly, Mr Nichols failed to notice. Blinded by hope, he stepped forward. "Elise?"

Rana grabbed his arm firmly, stopping him from going inside any further. "I need you to leave the room, Mr Nichols. Please come with me."

The man took a moment before he understood and dropped the cat in shock. He tried to take a step forward, but the woman had a good grip on him, preventing him from doing anything other than pushing and eventually leading him out of the room.

After the body was found, the team was quick to gather. Rana was busy wiring Will, an idea for Jack. Will tended to mumble while 'envisioning' the ways of the killer and Jack thought it would be a good idea to record everything; hopeful they might find something.

However, when it was time to be wired; Will was the most sceptical and he was tensed with any agent approaching him. As he had said before, he was not the most social and he had a thing about his personal space, despite Jack constantly ignoring it.

To Jack's surprise, Will did not truly argue back when Rana offered. He was still slightly tense, but he seemed to allow her more than he allowed others.

That, of course, puzzled Jack, but he brushed it off, suspecting that it had to do with the fact that Rana was a woman with charisma.

In the end, once she was done, she offered Will a smile. " You're all wired. You talk it out to us when you feel like it; don't say anything when you don't feel like it. Take as long as you want. We will come in when you tell us."

Will nodded at her words as she took a few steps back. She then followed Jack, who motioned for everyone to follow him outside the room and offer Will his much-needed space.

However, it was not long before Rana realized that someone had not listened to Jack's orders.

Rana was busy listening to Will, along with Jack and some other agents. But she felt there was something odd going on. That was until she scanned the room and realized that someone was missing.

"Katz", she muttered, her head wiped in the direction of Elise's room.

Jack noticed her reaction and heard her words. Their annoyance seemed to be of the same level, and she was the first to head upstairs. Her body was tense and there was a moment when her thoughts clouded, with only one thing in mind...Will.

Her boss and teacher followed right behind her. He was not sure why she reacted that way, but something had been off ever since he brought Will into the case.

However, at that moment, he did not care. He knew how the said woman was, and the last thing he wanted was for someone to do anything with Will.

As they climbed up, Rana picked up pieces of conversation despite the distance she had yet to cover to reach the room of the girl. Something that Jack would never be able to hear but she was not him, was she?

"Never been an F.B.I. Agent?"

"Strict screening procedures"

"Detects instability. You unstable?"

Before Will could respond to the very direct question of Beverly Katz, the lead forensics of the team, Rana marched into the room. The door was practically forced open, banging on the wall from the strength used to push it.

"Agent Stones," Katz said, trying to sound as ignorant as possible and ignoring what had happened just now.

The team knew about Rana's temper when it was triggered. There was also something unsettling about the muscled woman, who had aced all the tests while still in the Academy.

It did not help to be Jack's favourite or have quite a score at tackling, chasing, and capturing bad guys.

Rana respected the woman merely for being a woman in a field dominated by men. She had also proven to be very skilled, and her help had played an important role in many of their cases.

Yet, that did not seem to matter that much to her at that moment. For she had deliberately ignored orders but, most specifically, was being too noisy about Will and his uniqueness.

Jack arrived soon after, equally displeased and annoyed as Rana and Will. "You're not supposed to be in here." He told her with a warning tone, clear that she was testing his patience.

The woman, used to it by now, decided to focus on the matter. "Found antler velvet in two of the wounds. Like she was gored. Was looking for velvet in the other wounds, but I was interrupted," she explained, trying to show her side of this situation.

Before more could take place, another key member of the forensics team appeared in the room. His name was Brian Zeller, and along with Beverly Katz, they have often found important evidence in the years they had been assigned together to work for the FBI.

"Deer and elk pin their prey, put all their weight on the antlers and try to suffocate them. That's how they would kill a fox or a coyote," he explained subtly, making Rana glance at the dead girl again.

She was aware of that information about the said family of animals, but it still did not seem to fit very well into the conversation.

"Elise Nichols was strangled and suffocated. Ribs were broken." Jack informed him, based on what Will had figured out.

"It's not the rutting season. Male deer aren't competing for female deer this time of year"

It was Rana's turn to interfere. "No, they don't. But anyone could have killed a deer in the past and have the antlers for display, or even bought them"

Jack looked her way. "Bought them?"

"Yes," the woman nodded with her head, hands once again behind her back. "I mean, antler velvet is rich in nutrients. It promotes healing, and it is often used in many cultures and home remedies."

This made Will, who had retreated from the four of them and their conversation, become part of it. "He may have put it there on purpose," he added, once he had figured out another piece of the puzzle, thanks to Rana's addition.

"You think he wanted to heal her?" Jack asked him, now even more confused about their killer.

"He was trying to undo as much as he could, given he already killed her."

Rana was the quickest to connect the dots. "That's why he put her back where he found her. Most likely, he kidnapped her from this very room if the theory stands."

Will gave her a nod. "Whatever he did to the others, he couldn't do it to her."

This made Jack quiet for a moment, glancing at the dead girl in question. "Is this his Golden Ticket?"

"No. " Will corrected him, suddenly feeling a headache coming. "This is an apology." The last word was caught in his throat and hung in the air. He ran his hand over his forehead and took a deep breath. "Does anyone have any Aspirin?"

After the exhausting day and night of travelling with a Jet and trying to find a serial killer that kidnapped teenage girls, Will had the chance to finally return to his humble home.

On his way back, he found a dog roaming in the middle of the road. After some persuasion with corn dogs, the dog came home with him.

William Graham was a lonely man who had a habit of gathering stray dogs. Already, he had his small pack in his house.

All of the dogs trained by him were friendly and loyal. He had given them a safe place, a home, and a place of food. There was always something about dogs that drew his interest and his compassion.

He always felt as if he could relate to them, feel, and understand them to a degree he did not with humans. He did not have to try and avoid eye contact with them, and he was never too shy in talking to them when he felt like it.

Finding them lonely, roaming the streets, always triggered something within him.

Something urged him to take them home. To his surprise, the first few times, they followed him happily, and he did not have to try hard to teach them, let alone keep them in a line.

He had not expected this at the beginning, but as time passed, some things made more sense about why that was possible for him.

At last, the new dog was clean and freshly cut. For his first night with the pack, Will had placed him in a comfy kennel until he got accustomed to everything, and the pack got accustomed to him.

Speaking of the pack, the time had arrived for Will to introduce their latest member.

"Winston. This is everybody. Everybody. This is Winston," Will said to his 8 dogs that were watching the newcomer.

While the rest of the pack watched him, it was the supposed Alpha dog that took a step forward. He started to growl at Winston but in seconds, Will had interfered.

With a 'Tch' sound, the dog was forced to look at him, only to be met with a sharp look of glowing yellow eyes.

Immediately, the dog took a step back and laid down obediently. "That's right," Will added as the gold in his iris faded away to his normal eye colour.

He then looked at Winston once last time, offering a small smile. If only that little dog could give him the information he was looking for.