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The Sea Boy (Hannigram AU)

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe, Merfolk AU, historical AU, Count Hannibal Lecter, Merman Will Graham, first kiss, time skip, reunions, injury, injury recovery, getting to know each other, falling in love, fluff and smut, happy ending.

The sailor spoke in a lower tone, “It is a lucky thing to see merfolk. But remember, how you treat them decides whether that be bad luck, or good luck for ye.”

Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: Harpy Knife Also for: MerMay 2024

Chapter One (2.8k words):

On a fishing trip with his father, young Hannibal meets the sea boy for the first time.

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Hannibal had been so young when his father first taught him how to fish that it felt like he always knew. Together with some of the staff and the gamekeeper, they fished regularly on the Lecter estate, and always cooked their catch. 

Whilst he remembered the excursions fondly, they fished so often that the memories became a blur. Years later only one truly would stand out in his mind, because it was one of the times they left the estate and went to the coast for a proper outing. And on this particularly memorable occasion, Hannibal had seen the sea boy. 

It had been a two day trip, staying overnight in an inn near the shore, and on the first day out on a small fishing vessel, Hannibal had been mesmerised by the sight of a gloriously coloured tailfin. He had spent long hours pouring over the many volumes in his father’s library on the subject of fish and other aquatic species, and this was nothing he had seen. The colour was more like that of human flesh, up to the tips which were a faint greenish-blue. And perhaps he might have thought nothing of it and studied more once home, thinking it some exotic creature, but then he discovered it was more exotic than he had expected when a mop of dark hair surfaced.

At first he had thought it some flotsam, it was dark and threaded through with seaweed. But then a face emerged, a young boy about his age, with the same greenish-blue tinge at the end of his pointed ears and highlighting his cheeks. 

Hannibal stood agape on the bow of the ship, watching as the boy watched back. They studied each other and he raised his hand in a tentative wave. The sea boy blinked at him and then his mouth split into a smile that revealed sharp, pointy teeth. 

He was too mesmerised to call out to his father, and when he and the other men brought forth the small barrels of bait, the sight and sound of them must have scared the sea boy. His smile was gone, eyes wide, he continued to look at Hannibal for just a moment, then turned back into the sea, tailfin kicking up the water after him as he dove. 

“Papa!” the spell between them broken, Hannibal found his voice. “Papa! I saw a boy in the sea. A boy with a fishtail!” 

All the men laughed heartily and Hannibal’s father ruffled his hair. “You have a vivid imagination, Hannibal.” He chuckled. 

Hannibal frowned and one of the sailors asked, “Are you sure he hasn’t been drinking the salt water.”

Another bout of laughter went up, this time a little more cruel, until there were three hard thuds on the deck and the sailors went quiet and back to their business. 

Hannibal looked over to where the sound had come from and one of the sailors - an old man, much older than any of the others - sat on a low bench. He had a scar across his face, a pipe in his mouth and had knocked on the deck with a large stick that he used for walking. 

“You ignore these fools,” The old sailor told Hannibal. “These waters are filled with all manner of things that sailors should fear. Them things of this world, and of others.” He raised his voice so the other sailors had to hear him. “They’d all do well to be more mindful of the sea.”

There were a few grumbles under their breath but no one spoke directly to the old man, who then grabbed Hannibal by the back of his collar and pulled him closer, close enough that his nose was filled with the scent of the damp tobacco. The sailor spoke in a lower tone, “It is a lucky thing to see merfolk. But remember, how you treat them decides whether that be bad luck, or good luck for ye.”

Hannibal swallowed and nodded, almost losing his balance when the sailor let go of him and waved him away. 

That encounter might have been memorable in itself, but it was the evening that Hannibal remembered with most clarity. 

It was a small fishing town they were staying in, and nowhere was far from the water. As the sailors drank and made merry in the inn, his father sat in his room going over charts with the captain, discussing the plans for the next day. No one seemed to notice that Hannibal was not in his room, and perhaps presumed him asleep. But instead, curious, he snuck out the inn and made his way down to the harbour. He sat on the solid stone part of the pier and looked out to the water, the waves lapping a few feet beneath him - noisy in their tidal movement. 

He noticed the change in sound, the slap of the waves against the stone of the wall lost rhythm. He frowned and looked down, finding the sea boy beneath him, slapping his hand against the stone to attract attention. 

Hannibal took in a sharp, excited breath and immediately scrambled to lie on the floor, hanging a little over the edge to smile down at the boy. 

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We've been watching hannibal here's my feelings on it

Bonus:

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“Life with you is worth it to eternaly burn in hellfire that awaits our cursed souls.”    Happy Valentines Day with Murder Husbands.

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Decided to post chapter 5 of Crime D’amour a day early! Hope you guys like ittttt :P 

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Now both of them have BFs that are too sober for their #full homo

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I can't.

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Beautiful Omega (Hannigram AU) - shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham // Tags: AU, one night stand, hook-up, therapist Hannibal, CSI Will, alpha/omega, alpha Hannibal, omega Will, trans omega Will, alpha to omega transition, mentions of transition and surgery, hormones, vaginoplasty, fake slick, words used: clit and pussy, cunnilingus, small breasts, nipple play, nipple sucking, vaginal fingering, fingerfucking, vaginal sex, knotting, happy ending. WGA prompt fill.

Note: I guess this is set in the omegaverse where there are no STIs lols.

A fill for the WGA Server omega Will fest. Prompt = Trans omega Will who wants to go to a club for the first time after coming out. He was assigned alpha at birth. Featuring fake slick as lubricant and beta/alpha Hannibal who really takes care of Will.

Will hasn't had sex since transitioning from male alpha to male omega, he lets Bev drag him to a nightclub in the hopes of changing that.

Beautiful Omega (5.3k):

Will felt more confident than he thought he would. In fact, he thought he’d be shitting himself and that Bev would have to drag him along to the club. Instead, it was Will that was raring to go. He was eager for this, had been for a long time. 

After years of not really understanding himself or what was going on with him. And then, after figuring it out, more years waiting for surgery and treatments, he was eager to get out there now that he really was his true self. Now that he’d had lower surgery. It had all been healed up for well over a year and whilst he felt better and more confident in himself, there was a part of him that wanted to be intimate with someone - try it out with more than just his own hand and collection of sex toys. With no interest in relationships, and no friends with benefits on the horizon, Will was more than happy to lose his omega virginity to a complete stranger. 

In some respects, he preferred it. 

No judgement, no qualifiers. Just a fuck and nothing more. 

That was his plan, and Will was so damn eager for it. 

*

When the door to the club opened, Will and Bev were blasted with the deep thumping bass that they could feel in their chests. It was 90s night and Will was immediately met with the visceral sense of what his life might have been like if he had been born an omega, instead of having to transition from alpha. He had been a teenager in the 90s, but he’d never done this. Never had this life, as much as he had longed for it. He’d been too busy hiding. 

And Bev knew that. This club had been her choice. He looked over at her and she grinned at him as they made their way into the hot, dark room. 

Just before they reached the bar there was a bass drop, and Will felt his stomach swoop. Looking around, he and Bev were some of the oldest here, most of these kids likely hadn’t been alive in the 90s. It was all too easy to fantasise that he was their age, that he was young again. A young omega as he should have been.

But he didn’t much like his chances of getting laid in a room full of people half his age. 

“Not really my type,” Will nodded towards the dancing crowd. 

Bev leaned in to be able to shout in his general direction, “Give it a while. Give it an hour.”

Will frowned but nodded. He was sure she must come here often and likely knew much more about it all. So he just waited next to her at the bar until it was their turn to order. 

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Cute, For An Older Guy (Kaisergram) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Kaisergram - Will Graham/Duncan Vizla/The Black Kaiser (Polar) // Tagged: AU, retired Duncan, pre-canon Will, kinda AU Will, age difference, older man/younger man, daddy kink, bratty Will, bar hook-up, frottage, rutting, lap sex, coming in pants. Patreon Prompt Fill.

Duncan meets young Will at a bar...

Second installment on my @hannibalbingo card: "You're Cute For An Older Guy" (Polar)

Cute, For An Older Guy (2.2k words):

“Buy me a drink, daddy?”

It took Duncan a moment to realise that the young man standing next to him at the bar was talking to him. And young man was being generous, he wasn’t sure this kid was even legally old enough to drink.

Duncan huffed and turned back to the bar.

“Please?” It was almost a whine, and Duncan could feel him hovering at his elbow.

Without looking back to him, Duncan huffed again and replied, “You even old enough to drink?”

“I’m twenty two,” the young man laughed, a gentle tinkle that made Duncan shiver.

Duncan turned to look at him, studying his face. Maybe it was the light, because he’d still swear the kid wasn’t a day over nineteen, though something about his smirk made him look older, at least more worldly. Maybe it was the ‘daddy’ bit.

“If you’re twenty two, surely you can buy your own drink,” Duncan’s tone was no nonsense as he turned to the bar again. But the persistent young man didn’t give up. Instead he pulled up the stool next to Duncan and sat down, leaning in to speak to him.

“I can, but I like to be spoiled.”

Duncan swallowed, he was getting fucking hard whether he liked it or not. He hadn’t planned on this tonight. Just another quiet night in Triple Oak. If he wanted sex he’d go to one of his regulars in one of the many cities he travelled through for work.

Maybe that was why he was hard? It had been a while. He’d been content settling into the quiet way of life here. Being a man he’d never imagined he could be.

“Why me? Plenty of other prospects in here,” Duncan pressed, not bothering to look around to see if his claim was true. This place wasn’t exactly full of queer folk, and he wasn’t even sure why this kid would assume he was one of those few.

The young man leaned closer, his chest against Duncan’s arm as he muttered next to his ear, “You’re cute for an older guy, you look hot in those glasses. And, besides… I can tell you’re dangerous. I like dangerous men.”

Duncan drew back at that and studied him.

“I’m not dangerous,” he countered immediately.

There was another light laugh and then the boy’s hand was running lightly down his back.

“The way you sit, the tightness here,” his hand glided just to the left of Duncan’s spine where he’d been stabbed years before. “You may hide it well under your clothes, but your body has been broken and healed more times than I’ve had hot dinners.”

Duncan shuddered as the hand moved lightly over him, finding more healed wounds; another stab, two bullet holes.

“You a psychic or something?” Duncan asked warily. This kid didn’t strike him as a criminal but he clearly knew something about violence.

“Something like that,” the young man chuckled again. “You gonna buy me a drink?” He asked again.

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a little Halloween treat...

Laid To Rest (ChillyWilly and Hannigram S4) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham/Frederick Chilton // Tags: Crack almost treated seriously, Season 4, Cuba, Chilton is dead, Chilton is a ghost, ghosts, Haunting, sexual molestation (by a ghost), non-con becomes dub-con becomes con, wet dreams, blow jobs, hand jobs, fantasies, cuckolding, purposefully mixed POVs, riding, anal sex, jealousy, possessiveness, Chilton is finally laid... to rest. Patreon prompt fill.

TW: This is a light hearted and ridiculous story, however the initial interactions between sleeping Will and ghost Chilton are non-consensual and may be something some readers might wish to avoid. 

Hannibal and Will are being haunted by the ghost of Frederick Chilton, there's only one way to lay him to rest.

Laid To Rest (3.6k words):

Will woke in a cold sweat, sitting up in bed in a way that twisted the sheets around him and pulled a grumble from Hannibal.

He panted as he tried to focus on the room but it was too dark to make out much. There was nothing there, he knew. Despite his hard cock straining at the sensation that he must have imagined. If Hannibal wasn’t clearly so fast asleep beside him, he might have believed his lover was trying to wake him with a blowjob.

He groaned and pressed his hand down on his crotch. It was that faceless figure again. Or not faceless but obscured, just beyond his reach, like he wasn’t quite real. And it was a he, and it was, Will knew, someone he had known. He might not be able to clearly see who the person is, but he could feel him. A smugness and void of charm that persisted after death.

“Will?” Hannibal mumbled and reached for him and Will took his hand, squeezed it and then got up from the bed. He needed a shower, a cold one. And then he’d cuddle back up to Hannibal and hope to get back to sleep.

*

“Are we going to talk about it?” Hannibal asked over breakfast.

Will would have sniped that he didn’t know what Hannibal was talking about, but given that they shared a bed, it was difficult to hide anything from his once therapist.

“Not if you’re going to go all psychologist on me,” Will replied before forking eggs into his mouth.

“You’re not sleeping. This is the sixth time you’ve had a disturbed night in the last two weeks,” When Will continued to eat rather than replying Hannibal continued. “If it’s nightmares, Will, it may help to discuss--”

Will shook his head, about to protest that they weren’t nightmares. But what were they?

If he was honest, he wasn’t sure they were even dreams. Not that he was trying to ignore that they might be wet dreams, even if nightmarish due to the subject involved. It was more that it felt so real.

“It’s not nightmares,” Will finally said. “I don’t know…”

He felt discombobulated by the whole thing, he didn’t even have words to describe it. But if he couldn’t discuss it with Hannibal, who could he discuss it with? And after several nights of this, he really needed to tell someone.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy.”

Hannibal raised a brow, “Crazy is not a word I use without caution. What makes you think you are crazy, Will?” His tone had slipped into his familiar therapist manner.

“They don’t feel like dreams,” Will replied quickly, “whatever it is, it feels real.”

“Dreams can often feel very real. The same parts of the brain that are active when we are awake are also active when we are in certain stages of our sleep,” Hannibal took the hint from Will’s expression and instead then asked, “And what happens in these not-dreams?”

Will swallowed and focused on Hannibal intently then, giving him a look.

With some amusement, Hannibal’s lips tweaked into a small smile, “Something of a sexual nature? Will, it is quite normal for men of any age to have--”

Will waved a hand dismissively, “If I was just having, um, night emissions, do you think I’d be so concerned? It’s not about what happens… what I do… It’s about what is done to me.”

Hannibal frowns at that and his concern is obvious, “Please explain.”

“In the night, I feel like… it’s like someone is there. A third person in our room… touching me. Sexually.”

“I see,” Hannibal’s tone and expression were dark and for a moment, dark enough that it sent a chill up Will’s spine.

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Secrets in the Stables (Hannigram AU) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe, different first meeting, dark Will Graham, roleplay, sexual roleplay, master/servant, stable boy roleplay, spit as lube, rough sex, dirty talk, secrets and suspicions - but in a horny way. Patreon Prompt Fill.

Will is working in the shed when Hannibal drops by...

Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: Will's Shed.

Secrets in the Stables (1.6k words):

“Will?” Hannibal called out when Will didn’t answer his door. His car was there, so perhaps he’d gone for a walk.

Hannibal was about to go back and wait in his own car, when he heard the unmistakable sound of dogs roughhousing and followed the noise to the back of the house. There the back door was open and the dogs were milling around between the house and the open door of the shed.

Hannibal smiled and started to walk towards the old barn-like structure of Will’s shed, his heart already pumping at the thought of seeing Will.

No one made him feel like Will Graham did, and no one in the world could ever be quite like Will Graham. He was singular, unique in both who he was and in how much Hannibal desired him.

They had met at a Quantico event. Hannibal’s invite had been thanks to previous consultancy work he had done with the FBI, and Will was - apparently forced - to be there as one of the teachers at the academy.

Hannibal had studied him for over an hour before introducing himself. Will Graham was, without a doubt, his apparent opposite. Where Hannibal was charismatic and personable, Mr Graham seemed to be avoiding company as much as he possibly could. No small feat at a social gathering such as it had been. Where Hannibal was polite and well spoken, Mr Graham was gruff and monosyllabic, using rudeness to avoid conversation.

Perhaps Hannibal saw the challenge in it at first, but then he saw something else. Something in the way Will Graham carried himself, the way he looked around the room with the same disdain that Hannibal felt. He looked like a predator. And that did really interest Hannibal.

Making conversation at that party had been difficult. Seeking Will out later at the academy and getting him to agree to a dinner date had been even more so. But, as they made love for the first time and Hannibal enjoyed Will’s animalistic energy, he knew it had all been worth it.

He was sure he’d finally met his match.

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I'm Lost Too (Markus/Grigg) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Grigg (Jane Austen Book Club)/Markus (Riders of Justice) // Tagged: Post canon Martin, AU Grigg, trans male characters, trans Grigg, canon death (Markus' wife), prequel, Personal reflection, self discovery,  TW for slurs, self hate, Internalised homophobia, self acceptance, confessions, kissing, hand job (on a trans man), squirting, Happy ending. Prompt fill.

Prequel to Couldn't Wait 

Markus and Grigg's individual journeys of discovery lead them to each other.

I'm Lost Too (3.6k):

Markus flicked through the app, not really paying attention to any of the profiles and not swiping for any of them.

It had been three years since his wife was killed and whilst he wasn’t particularly looking for anything or anyone, his daughter kept encouraging him to meet new people. Even if just as friends, even if for a date or two. Maybe nothing more, maybe something.

Just Mathilde insisting on that had made Markus realise how much she must mean it. She'd loved her mother deeply and missed her in ways Markus hadn’t always been equipped to deal with. So for her to suggest that he needed to find someone outside of the weird little circle of friends they had grown since the accident, he had taken those words to heart.

He had made an effort. Partly.

He had set up the app, looking for 'friends, dates, maybe more', but he never really looked at any of the pretty faces that rolled by. It just became a habit for when he was bored. He’d been lucky enough to get set up in a desk job at the local barracks rather than being deployed again, now that he was a single dad and needed to take care of his daughter. So life was very different to how it had been, in so many ways.

It did mean early starts and sometimes he was home before she returned from school, and those were the times that felt incredibly empty. He hadn’t known much outside of the army, it had been his life since before he even met his wife. He didn’t know who he was without it in some form or another. But being stationed at home gave him downtime in a way he never had when deployed. Being on tour was never 9 to 5. He was never lonely, always with fellow soldiers. He didn’t know how to cope with the time he could now spend in his own head.

The time where he could explore why he joined the army, and maybe more importantly, why he’d volunteered for deployment after deployment instead of spending that time with his wife and child.

The thought made Markus’ face flush, his neck burn. Maybe things would have been different if he’d thought for one minute that he could accept who he was back when he’d been younger, instead of fighting against it. He’d done the right thing, though. That much he knew.

There was no way he was a fucking faggot.

The thought made his throat tight and he aggressively scrolled past a few more profiles and then stopped. His thumb hovering over the phone screen. He thought it was an ad or something at first, but then realised it was a profile.

The photo was blank - no image provided. And where most had profile names like “Stacey, 29, looking for fun”, this one simply said, “I’m so lost.”

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Wrecking/Worshipping (HobbsDogs) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/F // Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Abigail Hobbs (Hobbsdogs) // Tags: Het, canon divergent, Abigail lives, College student Abigail, Nigel Lecter, love confessions, nipple play, vaginal sex, rough sex, oral sex, spanking, vaginal fingering, awkward dinner, awkward conversations, happy ending.

Nigel and Abigail navigate the future of their relationship now that Hannibal and Will know about it. Sequel to Willing/Wanting and Waiting/Writhing Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: Over-the-knee spanking Wrecking/Worshipping (3k words): Hannibal’s cold tone sent a shiver down her spine. There was no question there as to why Nigel was even in her apartment in just his underwear, which made Abigail wonder if they’d been as discreet as she thought they had been. “Well,” Will’s tone was much warmer, amused even. He pushed through the door, leaving Hannibal standing there as he strode past Nigel and went immediately to Abigail. He leaned in and planted a light kiss on her cheek and handed her the small posey of delicate but expensive flowers that Hannibal must have picked out. “Hey Abi.” He smiled. “Hey,” She winced as she replied and Will grinned. “We thought we’d come to surprise you, but looks like you surprised us.” “Looks like,” Abi replied, wincing again, unsure quite how they were going to explain this away. Especially as, truth was, they really weren’t just fucking. One Day Later 3pm Abigail rushed in through her apartment door and dropped her bag onto the couch. “Nigel?” She called out as she continued into the bedroom, getting no response. She heard the shower running then, and that was a relief at least. He hadn't bolted and left her to deal with this mess. She’d managed to get short notice early leave from work, though technically it wasn’t necessary. They weren’t meeting Will and Hannibal until seven, but she needed the extra hours to get her head together. Really, she wished she'd called in for the whole day so she had a chance to really discuss all this with Nigel. This was never something she had planned for, and in retrospect, that was stupidity on her part. There was no way that Will and Hannibal wouldn’t find out about Nigel eventually, if they kept carrying on. Whatever this was, or whatever they tried to convince themselves it was, they were practically living together. It was only a matter of time… The shower stopped and Abigail knocked on the bathroom door. “Nigel, please…” She stopped, not knowing what to say next. Please hurry? Please hold me? Please turn back time and not have her surrogate fathers find out about him?? But never please leave or please make it so we never hooked up in the first place. Her heart plummeted at the thought of that. She pushed the door open to find him standing in front of the mirror, wet with a towel around his waist. “Florence,” he crooned as he turned to her, that smile just for her. Another reminder that they weren’t just fucking as much as they tried to deny it.

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Tragedy befalls the Lecters. In Chapter 2 of Your Humble Servant, now on AO3!

1912 sees upheaval for Hannibal and Will.

Your Humble Servant (Hannigram AU)

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe - historical, primarily 1912 - 1920s, lord Hannibal, farm boy Will, abandoned Will, adopted Will, childhood friendship, getting to know each other, developing relationship, first kiss, yearning, pining, separation, parental death (Hannibal's parents), angst, period typical societal bullshit, financial ruin, misunderstandings, The Great War, WW1, warfare, trench warfare, kissing, hand jobs, secret relationship, flashbacks, period typical lube, anal fingering, anal sex, love confessions, The Battle of the Somme, injury, injury recovery multiple separations and reunions, pining, angst, life altering injuries, disability, PTSD, nightmares, London secret gay community, 1920s London, classism, reunion, rekindled relationship, revelations, (belated) reunion sex, biting, possessive sex, dirty talk, morning blow job, unexpected visitors, jealousy, flashbacks, revelations, hurt/comfort, family drama, more separation and more angst (sorry), brief Hannibal/Donald Sutcliffe, semi-public sex, declarations of love, family secrets, growing old together, time skips, happy ending. 

From abandoned baby to farm hand, from soldier to clerk, Will's life is a twisted road with only one constant, a love he is sure he can never have.

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“Can I help you, my lord?”

Hannibal looked up and blushed when he realised he’d been seen by Mr Graham, peering into his pigpen.

“I, uh…” Hannibal stammered. Almost ten years old and the heir of the lord of this great estate, he knew he should always be eloquent and fair like his father. This, despite the fact that being caught snooping made him feel ashamed to the point of anger. He schooled himself and cleared his throat, but before he could continue the farmer chuckled and shook his head. 

“If it’s young Will you’re after, he’s inside helping his mother with the crate. If you’re wanting to wait m’lord, he’ll be taking it up to the big house shortly. He could keep you company on your way back.”

Hannibal straightened himself and gave a curt nod to the farmer, who smiled warmly and tipped his hat. 

“Go on in then, m’lord. I dare say Mrs Graham has some tea brewing.”

Hannibal gave another nod and finally replied, “my thanks, Mr Graham.”

The farmer tipped his hat with another smile and Hannibal took his leave, trying not to seem too eager in his gait as he strode over the flagstones up to the little farmhouse. 

Hannibal knew from the etiquette lessons his nanny had begun to instil in him that it wasn’t proper to be too enthusiastic or overbearing in a friendship, even as a child. Frivolities should be in measure, and must always be proper. 

Perhaps his friendship with the farmer’s son was improper in some ways - by virtue of their birth at least. But, at almost eight years of age, Will Graham was the only child even remotely near his age in the near vicinity. 

And the truth was, he found Will fascinating.

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An unexpected saviour, an unexpected reunion.

In chapter two of The Sea Boy - now on AO3

The Sea Boy (Hannigram AU)

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe, Merfolk AU, historical AU, Count Hannibal Lecter, Merman Will Graham, first kiss, time skip, reunions, injury, injury recovery, getting to know each other, falling in love, fluff and smut, happy ending.

The sailor spoke in a lower tone, “It is a lucky thing to see merfolk. But remember, how you treat them decides whether that be bad luck, or good luck for ye.”

Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: Harpy Knife Also for: MerMay 2024

Chapter One (2.8k words):

On a fishing trip with his father, young Hannibal meets the sea boy for the first time.

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Hannibal had been so young when his father first taught him how to fish that it felt like he always knew. Together with some of the staff and the gamekeeper, they fished regularly on the Lecter estate, and always cooked their catch. 

Whilst he remembered the excursions fondly, they fished so often that the memories became a blur. Years later only one truly would stand out in his mind, because it was one of the times they left the estate and went to the coast for a proper outing. And on this particularly memorable occasion, Hannibal had seen the sea boy. 

It had been a two day trip, staying overnight in an inn near the shore, and on the first day out on a small fishing vessel, Hannibal had been mesmerised by the sight of a gloriously coloured tailfin. He had spent long hours pouring over the many volumes in his father’s library on the subject of fish and other aquatic species, and this was nothing he had seen. The colour was more like that of human flesh, up to the tips which were a faint greenish-blue. And perhaps he might have thought nothing of it and studied more once home, thinking it some exotic creature, but then he discovered it was more exotic than he had expected when a mop of dark hair surfaced.

At first he had thought it some flotsam, it was dark and threaded through with seaweed. But then a face emerged, a young boy about his age, with the same greenish-blue tinge at the end of his pointed ears and highlighting his cheeks. 

Hannibal stood agape on the bow of the ship, watching as the boy watched back. They studied each other and he raised his hand in a tentative wave. The sea boy blinked at him and then his mouth split into a smile that revealed sharp, pointy teeth. 

He was too mesmerised to call out to his father, and when he and the other men brought forth the small barrels of bait, the sight and sound of them must have scared the sea boy. His smile was gone, eyes wide, he continued to look at Hannibal for just a moment, then turned back into the sea, tailfin kicking up the water after him as he dove. 

“Papa!” the spell between them broken, Hannibal found his voice. “Papa! I saw a boy in the sea. A boy with a fishtail!” 

All the men laughed heartily and Hannibal’s father ruffled his hair. “You have a vivid imagination, Hannibal.” He chuckled. 

Hannibal frowned and one of the sailors asked, “Are you sure he hasn’t been drinking the salt water.”

Another bout of laughter went up, this time a little more cruel, until there were three hard thuds on the deck and the sailors went quiet and back to their business. 

Hannibal looked over to where the sound had come from and one of the sailors - an old man, much older than any of the others - sat on a low bench. He had a scar across his face, a pipe in his mouth and had knocked on the deck with a large stick that he used for walking. 

“You ignore these fools,” The old sailor told Hannibal. “These waters are filled with all manner of things that sailors should fear. Them things of this world, and of others.” He raised his voice so the other sailors had to hear him. “They’d all do well to be more mindful of the sea.”

There were a few grumbles under their breath but no one spoke directly to the old man, who then grabbed Hannibal by the back of his collar and pulled him closer, close enough that his nose was filled with the scent of the damp tobacco. The sailor spoke in a lower tone, “It is a lucky thing to see merfolk. But remember, how you treat them decides whether that be bad luck, or good luck for ye.”

Hannibal swallowed and nodded, almost losing his balance when the sailor let go of him and waved him away. 

That encounter might have been memorable in itself, but it was the evening that Hannibal remembered with most clarity. 

It was a small fishing town they were staying in, and nowhere was far from the water. As the sailors drank and made merry in the inn, his father sat in his room going over charts with the captain, discussing the plans for the next day. No one seemed to notice that Hannibal was not in his room, and perhaps presumed him asleep. But instead, curious, he snuck out the inn and made his way down to the harbour. He sat on the solid stone part of the pier and looked out to the water, the waves lapping a few feet beneath him - noisy in their tidal movement. 

He noticed the change in sound, the slap of the waves against the stone of the wall lost rhythm. He frowned and looked down, finding the sea boy beneath him, slapping his hand against the stone to attract attention. 

Hannibal took in a sharp, excited breath and immediately scrambled to lie on the floor, hanging a little over the edge to smile down at the boy. 

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Hannibal has to choose what life he is to lead.

In the final chapter of The Sea Boy - now on AO3

The Sea Boy (Hannigram AU)

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe, Merfolk AU, historical AU, Count Hannibal Lecter, Merman Will Graham, first kiss, time skip, reunions, injury, injury recovery, getting to know each other, falling in love, fluff and smut, happy ending.

The sailor spoke in a lower tone, “It is a lucky thing to see merfolk. But remember, how you treat them decides whether that be bad luck, or good luck for ye.”

Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: Harpy Knife Also for: MerMay 2024

Chapter One (2.8k words):

On a fishing trip with his father, young Hannibal meets the sea boy for the first time.

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Hannibal had been so young when his father first taught him how to fish that it felt like he always knew. Together with some of the staff and the gamekeeper, they fished regularly on the Lecter estate, and always cooked their catch. 

Whilst he remembered the excursions fondly, they fished so often that the memories became a blur. Years later only one truly would stand out in his mind, because it was one of the times they left the estate and went to the coast for a proper outing. And on this particularly memorable occasion, Hannibal had seen the sea boy. 

It had been a two day trip, staying overnight in an inn near the shore, and on the first day out on a small fishing vessel, Hannibal had been mesmerised by the sight of a gloriously coloured tailfin. He had spent long hours pouring over the many volumes in his father’s library on the subject of fish and other aquatic species, and this was nothing he had seen. The colour was more like that of human flesh, up to the tips which were a faint greenish-blue. And perhaps he might have thought nothing of it and studied more once home, thinking it some exotic creature, but then he discovered it was more exotic than he had expected when a mop of dark hair surfaced.

At first he had thought it some flotsam, it was dark and threaded through with seaweed. But then a face emerged, a young boy about his age, with the same greenish-blue tinge at the end of his pointed ears and highlighting his cheeks. 

Hannibal stood agape on the bow of the ship, watching as the boy watched back. They studied each other and he raised his hand in a tentative wave. The sea boy blinked at him and then his mouth split into a smile that revealed sharp, pointy teeth. 

He was too mesmerised to call out to his father, and when he and the other men brought forth the small barrels of bait, the sight and sound of them must have scared the sea boy. His smile was gone, eyes wide, he continued to look at Hannibal for just a moment, then turned back into the sea, tailfin kicking up the water after him as he dove. 

“Papa!” the spell between them broken, Hannibal found his voice. “Papa! I saw a boy in the sea. A boy with a fishtail!” 

All the men laughed heartily and Hannibal’s father ruffled his hair. “You have a vivid imagination, Hannibal.” He chuckled. 

Hannibal frowned and one of the sailors asked, “Are you sure he hasn’t been drinking the salt water.”

Another bout of laughter went up, this time a little more cruel, until there were three hard thuds on the deck and the sailors went quiet and back to their business. 

Hannibal looked over to where the sound had come from and one of the sailors - an old man, much older than any of the others - sat on a low bench. He had a scar across his face, a pipe in his mouth and had knocked on the deck with a large stick that he used for walking. 

“You ignore these fools,” The old sailor told Hannibal. “These waters are filled with all manner of things that sailors should fear. Them things of this world, and of others.” He raised his voice so the other sailors had to hear him. “They’d all do well to be more mindful of the sea.”

There were a few grumbles under their breath but no one spoke directly to the old man, who then grabbed Hannibal by the back of his collar and pulled him closer, close enough that his nose was filled with the scent of the damp tobacco. The sailor spoke in a lower tone, “It is a lucky thing to see merfolk. But remember, how you treat them decides whether that be bad luck, or good luck for ye.”

Hannibal swallowed and nodded, almost losing his balance when the sailor let go of him and waved him away. 

That encounter might have been memorable in itself, but it was the evening that Hannibal remembered with most clarity. 

It was a small fishing town they were staying in, and nowhere was far from the water. As the sailors drank and made merry in the inn, his father sat in his room going over charts with the captain, discussing the plans for the next day. No one seemed to notice that Hannibal was not in his room, and perhaps presumed him asleep. But instead, curious, he snuck out the inn and made his way down to the harbour. He sat on the solid stone part of the pier and looked out to the water, the waves lapping a few feet beneath him - noisy in their tidal movement. 

He noticed the change in sound, the slap of the waves against the stone of the wall lost rhythm. He frowned and looked down, finding the sea boy beneath him, slapping his hand against the stone to attract attention. 

Hannibal took in a sharp, excited breath and immediately scrambled to lie on the floor, hanging a little over the edge to smile down at the boy. 

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