#um any hannibals out there hi hello

[muzzledmuttzz]

obilgatory where is my husband (hannibal lecter) post from will graham

[kywaslost]

I’d come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I’ll be there. - Will Graham

A/N: Here’s to day 7!

“Hello?��

“W-Will?” your voice was shaking. Something was wrong. Why were you crying?

“Y/N?” Will asked worriedly. “Yeah, it’s me. What’s wrong.”

He could hear you take a shaky, shallow breath. “Um.. can, can you come pick me up?”

Will was already halfway in his car. “Are you still at Hannibal’s office?” His truck whipped out of his driveway. “Y/N, tell me what happened.” You choked on your breath then cried harder. “Deep breaths, Y/N. You’re ok.”

“Please,” you sobbed quietly. “Please, Will. He, I don’t like him. I’m scared, Will.”

“I’ll be there soon,” he reassured. “Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“Yes!” you pleaded. “Don’t hang up.” Will could hear a door open on your side of the line, then your breath hitch.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” It was Hannibal.

You hummed nervously. “Mhm.”

“Y/N?” Will called out. “Give Hannibal the phone, please.”

You were never afraid of Hannibal. In fact, you trusted him. You were Will’s daughter after all, and if your dad trusted him, you could too, right? Will had brought you to Hannibal for therapy, and eventually you saw him once a week on your own. Sometimes you’d drive yourself, other times Will would drop you off and pick you up.

You had driven yourself today, treating it like any other day. You kissed your father goodbye, said goodbye to the dogs, then got in the car. Your session started off like usual. Hannibal asked how you were doing, how you’d been. You gave him an honest answer, hesitating at first, as usual. But then you opened up more, telling him about how you were having a hard time coping with certain things.

But then it was getting weird. Hannibal began asking strange questions. He’d get close to you, study you, then back away. At first you thought he was judging you, and you were scared. Then as he’d get closer, he’d briefly touch you. You didn’t like being touched. You began to panic. Excusing yourself, you asked to end the session early.

Not waiting for an answer, you rushed out the door.

You handed Hannibal your cell phone, hugging your knees as he took it and placed it to his ear. “Hello, Will.”

“What happened?” your father asked quickly. “She hasn’t gotten this panicked in a while.”

“Will,” Hannibal started. “You know the rules. HIPAA does not allow me to tell you anything without my client’s consent.” Hannibal looked down at you. You seemed to be doing worse than when he walked in. He kneeled down beside you. “Deep breaths, Y/N.”

“Hannibal!” The therapist placed the phone back to his ear.

“Yes Will?”

“Give Y/N her phone back, then leave the room. Give her her space.”

“As you wish.” Hannibal placed your phone on the ground beside you. “I will be in the next room over if you need me.” With that, he left.

Will made it to the office in record timing, rushing to the small room just outside of Hannibal's office. The man was waiting for him.

“She’s right in here,” he said, opening the door for Will. “I’ll be around if you need assistance.”

Will nodded, closing the door behind him as he stepped into the small room. You were curled in on yourself, bawling your eyes out. “Hey baby,” Will said softly, crouching down beside you. “I’m here now.” He took a seat. “Can I touch you?” You nodded. Will placed a hand on your shoulder, then rubbed it gently. “Breathe, honey.” He led you through a few breathing exercises to calm you down. When you finally felt like you could move without fainting you leaned into your father’s side and let him hold you for a moment.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, breathing together and just simply existing. Will picked you up gently and let you wrap your arms around his neck. Without a word, he stood and carried you out of the room and out of the building. He sat you down in the passenger seat, buckled you in, then pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. Will made his way around to the driver’s side and slid into his seat.

He started the car, put in gear, then began the drive back to your home. Once you managed to find your voice, you spoke, “Thanks for getting me. I couldn’t move.” You stared at the dash with tears in your eyes again.

“I’d come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I’ll be there,” Will reassured, taking one of your hands into his own. His gaze met yours. “No questions asked.”

[lordbanquo]

Hi hello how are you doing? Please tell me something about your day or your general existence, i want to be in your presence and unfortunately the tumblr.com inbox is the closest i can get to you right now

Um yeah also look at my horse

thought you should get the right of seeing her cute face and her long donkey looking ears (hopefully you're not like. Scared of horses)

hi! I feel like a big jerk for not messaging you or sending any asks for a couple days. I still feel like i have to wait for you to come to me for some reason. That, and i get caught up on WHAT to say and then i never actually say it.

My day was okay. My week was below average. But the play I’m in is keeping me going ! I also did karaoke at school yesterday and someone shouted “marry me” when i was done singing and i felt glorious. Highlight of my week.

In other news, my brother has convinced our 5 year old sister to be Hannibal lecter for Halloween, I’m getting back on the movie grind, and homecoming is coming up at my school next weekend. I’ve also gotten back into Animal Crossing, which is beautiful :3

Also, your horse is lovely :) she’s actually such a fellow. I saw some horses on a farm today and was thought of you ! i feel like everytime i see something nice that’s even a little out of the ordinary i think abt you. like finding money on a sidewalk

all that to say, how have you been?

cat picture ^^

[zillabean]

Okay, #HannibalReunion2024 C2E2 autograph story time! I’ll be doing a lot of gushing so feel free to mute the hashtag (or me, haha) if you don’t want Mads Mikkelsen spam and tiny blue kaiju simpering. 😆

First off, um, I MET MADS MIKKELSEN??? The man, the dilf, the legend??? 🔥🔥🔥 He is every inch as sweet, kind and charming as everyone says he is. Just a really warm, down to earth person, no ego whatsoever. ❤️

I was so nervous to meet him at first and my Fri autograph session was not great. I wished I’d known that the sessions would get calmer and quieter towards the end of the day (they don’t always!) as I would have chosen to go get autos then, instead.

I was in one of the first sessions and the C2E2 staff was just RUSHING us through. 💔 Like BANG BANG BANG. I barely got any interaction with him when I was getting my sigs! 💔 They had him seated behind TWO sets of tables, like a barrier, to keep the fans further away from him!

I said hello to him and gave him one of my gazonga mousepads and a bundle of art prints and charms and he didn’t even look up, was just too busy talking to his manager and the handlers who had all his attention, constantly sliding him stuff to sign. 🥲 No interaction at all. I will admit I was quite crestfallen, especially when he didn’t even see the gifts.

Another handler then scooped up all my gifts and dumped them in a bag before Mads even saw them. 🥲 He (handler) did… pause at the mousepad though, and made a face. He held it up to me and asked “… they sell these?” And I bashfully said, “uhhh I sell them?… 😅” He made another face and then showed the gazongas to Mads, who kind of smirk/smiled. “That’s Hannibal! That’s good.” 🤣 So that made me feel a bit better.

At the very end of the day, I went to find @/Sunnylit and she was in the auto line with @/shaybeenerd and @/LovclyMikkelsen, and the line was much smaller so I went to try my luck again. And it was a much better experience!

I got to actually gush at and chat with him a bit, say hello and tell him we all love him and that I was the one who gave him the “boobies”. (“That’s good!” - Mads, very confused) I thanked him for being so inspirational to all the Fannibals and he said “You guys are a wild and wacky bunch, and we love it. Don’t ever change.” ❤️❤️❤️

(I made another thread for the photo ops but suffice to say by the end of the weekend he’d seen my stupid face enough and I’d chosen the quieter times to get autos that they were much nicer experiences than my first on Friday.)

On Sunday I’d gone back to get his sig for @/jorassicworld, who wanted him to sign my Mads Kitty Cafe commission print I did for her so I just went up there and handed him a print of like … 7 of him as cat men. 😅🐯 All in one picture. He laughed and said something like “Oh, look at that! Hmm, I wonder who will win?…”, and showed it to Ulrich.

I asked him to please leave some room for Hugh too, and he was like “Ohhh, I dunnooo about that…” So I told him he could just eat up all the space if he really wanted to and he smiled and signed. I then asked if I could please take a picture and the handler was like “no” and I said “BUT HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL” and Handler Man said “Well then you’d better get a good look at him now~” 🤣 So I shamelessly faux-stared at him while he signed Joa’s print. He laughed, gave it back to me, I thanked him profusely and he gave me a wink as the handler shooed me out. 😆 (I think I yelled something about seeing him later at photo ops)

At 0 hour I went back to get my final autos and also gave him a copy of the Kitty Cafe print. I asked him if he looked at his gifts and he said something about there being so many it was hard to get through them all. I was like “Don’t you remember the boobies? I gave you the boobies!” And he was like (slaps table) “Oh! That’s right! THE BOOBIES!” 😆 I told him he could use them for his wrist or give them to his wife if he wanted. He grinned and said conspiratorially, “Who knows what I will do with them/use them for~ 😏” (I HOPE HE DOES NOT JUST THROW THEM IN THE TRASH 🥲) … I really wished I’d waited until the last day to give them to him as then I might be able to get a photo of him holding them. 🤣

I asked if he could tell me anything about Dust Bunny that wasn’t dusty or bunnies, he said there was Kung Fu in it. “Flying Kung Fu…?” He told me we’ll see and that we would love it. ❤️ And as it was at the very end of the day, I again begged the handlers if I could please take a photo and they said “no”. So I asked Ulrich.

“… okay, just one.” ❤️ After that Mads gave me a big smile and a fist bump, Handler Man laughed and told me to skedaddle, and I yelled after Mads, “maybe I’ll see you at RDC!!!” and he said “I’ll be there. 😊”

THE SWEETEST DUDE. ❤️ He made me feel completely at ease and talking to him felt so natural after I got over it all. A genuinely awesome human being.

OKAY NOW THAT I’VE RECORDED MY MADS DREAM DIARY, it’s Hugh time! They had him at a much more normal table where it was 1 handler (vs Mads’ THREE 😓) and we could actually go right up to him like NORMAL without a second layer of table to block the way. 🙄

(I think the con ended up forcing Mads into the Featured Guest spot after Josh Brolin cancelled at 0 hour, and they didn’t know how to handle it and that’s why it ended up much more guarded and impersonal for how they treated him and his fans)

Hugh was so friendly, courteous and cordial! His voice is sweet and warm, makes me think of a fuzzy bee. Little bee voice. 🐝 I gave him some art (it was… his head, sorry Hugh, but I didn’t want to subject you to what I usually draw Will Graham doing 🤭) and he graciously accepted it. We didn’t get to chat too much either as there were others in line but he was a total gentleman! 🎩❤️

All in all, both such lovely guys and I am so happy for the experience. ❤️

(…OH ALSO!! 😆 I saw him trying to accept a friendship bracelet from someone, and as he’s sliding it off their wrist it exploded into a bunch of beads and Hugh yelled “OH SHIT” and there was a mad scramble to scoop up all the rolling beads. 🤣)

HANNIBAL REUNION at C2E2 post time! ❤️ I don’t know what all I can say that hasn’t been said already by hundreds of screaming Fannibals but, man, what an absolutely surreal experience. It was just amazing to see Mads and Hugh together again!

Everyone else has already shared much better photos and clip moments but here are a few of mine!

Alas I didn’t capture the hug. I didn’t want to take too many photos as I wanted to experience the moment more than I wanted to see it through the lense of a phone. I wanted to just take it in, and enjoy it. I’m so happy I got to experience it with so many fannibal friends. ❤️

I’ll be making a huge diary/post reblog thread here of my experience!

[darling-i-read-it]

Jealousy

Will Graham x reader, slight Hannibal Lecter x reader

Word Count: 2.2k 

Warnings: talks of murder, corpses, crime scenes 

Author’s Note: besties you need to stop giving me freedom to chose the endings because i am SO biased. I hope you all enjoy regardless and didn’t mind that I bunched these two requests together because they’re so similar! 

Requested: by anon, Hey i don’t know if you’re still taking Hannibal requests but if you are can you do something where both Will and Hannibal have a crush on the reader? The reader would be the only one who doesn’t know about the two men having a crush on her and one day the reader hangs out alone with one of them (could be Will or Hannibal) and the other gets jealous? It could end in the reader choosing one of them. (your choice)

Requested: by anon, AHHH i’m so nervous to write a request even tho this a anon😅 I never done a request but if you could do something where both Hannibal and Will take an interest in the reader? It could just be a thing where both of them try to impress the reader who remains oblivious to their affections. And during the entire thing they get jealous of each other and try to one up each other in gifts. If you want you could end it with them being polyamorous or the reader choosing one of them, i don’t really care my main focus id just the jealousy lol😅

Summary: the requests! 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You nodded gently, putting your fingernail between your teeth. You circled the corpse, giving it a careful eye as Beverly spoke over your thoughts. 

“We believe it was murder, obviously,” she said. 

“It’s just been a bitch trying to figure out how she was murdered,” Zeller commented. He was sitting on one of the stools, his hands resting on his thighs. 

“Keep working on it,” Jack said, hand resting on the cold metal table. 

“I think we should try and talk to the mom again. I feel like she knows more than she’s letting on,” you muttered. Will and Hannibal watched you as you moved to the head of the body, looking directly down at it. 

“I want to go to the crime scene again,” Will said. You looked up and met his eyes, nodding a bit. You knew the toll that it took on him so you preferred him to offer up his abilities, rather than ask him. 

“Are you sure you’re up for that?” Hannibal asked. Yours and Will’s eyes floated to Hannibal who was standing at the corner of the room. This wasn’t his crime, he wasn’t sure what Will would find. 

“I’m sure,” Will said sturtly and then turned around, walking out of the room. Hannibal watched as your gaze followed Will until he was out of sight and then you turned back to the corpse. 

“I’ll drive you to the mothers house,” Hannibal suggested. You nodded and took your hands off the metal, walking over to him.

“Thank you.” 

The two of you left quickly after that, leaving Bev, Zeller, Price and Jack in the room alone. Beverly pretended to check something on her clipboard before looking up at everyone.

“You all felt that tension too, right?” Overlapped responses came.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.” 

“When did that happen?” 

Beverly shrugged and learned against the wall. She tried to follow you and Hannibal as you left the morgue but you were already long gone.

“Who do you think she’s gonna pick?” Bev asked. 

“I say let the best man win!” Price commented. 

“We have a case here lady and gentlemen,” Jack said, pretending he too wasn’t invested. Everyone else shared one more look and then turned around, getting back to their duties. 

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Hannibal sat promptly in his chair, legs crossed and looking at Will who sat across from him. Will had an open stance as he looked around the room he had been in a couple of times before. 

“How was your week? Let’s start there,” Hannibal said gently, prompting Will to start talking. Will was usually filled to the brim with sarcastic comments but he never wanted to delve any deeper than that. Unless he was talking about other people's murders. 

“Um, it was fine,” he said, trying to figure out what to say. “Y/N came over last night and made dinner. It was nice to have someone over.” Hannibal was able to mask his feelings very well but Will caught a little bit of disdain. 

“That’s nice. Do you see her often?” 

“Sometimes. She’s nice and likes to see the dogs.” Hannibal saw you yesterday as well, when the two of you went to interview the mother again. Hannibal offered a nice face to the woman and it ended up getting you somewhere with her. 

“She is very kind,” Hannibal commented. 

“Do you see her often Dr. Lecter?” Will asked. 

“On occasion. She comes over for dinner. She used to be a patient but she’s been doing well.”

“Glad to hear you have some success stories.” 

That was the day that Will and Hannibal realized they were competing and they hadn’t known it. They weren’t even sure that you knew it but they understood that the other had feelings for you. 

Sure, ultimately it was up to you in the end but it was then they decided they would have to get to you first. Will was a little unhinged and confused. Hannibal was a little insane and unsettling. 

Just depended on who was going to be able to play the right cards. 

=====

You sat beside Hanniabl at his dinner table. You had a few of the case papers out in front of you, next to your plate of food. Hannibal was flipping through them as well. He was trying to help you out while also getting you to enjoy a nice meal. 

You ate the last bite of the food and showed Hannibal one of the pictures. 

“Do you think this looks like she’s been dead for a couple of months? I know water can wash away evidence and stuff but it definitely doesn’t look like she’s been dead for months,” you said. Hannibal took the picture from you and looked it over. 

“I can’t say I disagree with you.” You took the picture back.

“This is really good by the way. Thank you for letting me intrude on your dinner,” you said laughing a bit. He shook his head. 

“Of course. I’m glad you enjoy it, I know it can be an acquired taste.” 

“I really enjoy everything you make. How do you say it? It’s growing my pallet,” you said smiling. He nodded pleasantly. It was always nice to make sure people were listening. You looked like you were about to say something else when your phone dinged. At first you ignored it but then it dinged again. “I’m sorry,” you muttered and then picked up the phone. You read a couple of messages and laughter bubbled from your mouth. Hannibal immediately felt a stab of jealousy but it didn’t show on his face. “Sorry, Will just sent me something about the case. I actually have to go see him later tonight, I should probably get out of your hair.” 

Hannibal shook his head. 

“You’re always welcome here, I hope you know that.” You smiled and nodded but still put the papers together in a neat stack.

“Don’t say that, I’ll abuse my privileges.” You stood up and put the stack of papers in your arms. “Thank you again Hannibal. I’ll call you?” He nodded, standing up as well and taking your plate. 

“Of course. Have a nice night and say hello to Will for me.” You nodded and waved as you turned to leave. 

Hannibal turned to the kitchen and put the dishes in the sink. He started to wash them and after a moment he found he had been washing his hands dry. 

====

“You really didn’t have to drive me. I can drive myself,” Will said from the passenger seat of your car. You waved him off, shaking your head. 

“Please Will, I can drive you around all I want. Plus, I wanted to see Hannibal anyway. Don’t worry I won’t intrude on your session. I brought a book.” You held your book up in front of him and he nodded slightly. 

Why did you wanna see Hannibal? He decided not to ask. 

You got out of the car and followed Will inside to Hannibal’s office. Hannibal opened the door, as though he had been listening and waiting for your arrival. His smile grew at the sight of you. 

“I was hoping to run into you. I boxed some leftovers from last night because you enjoyed them so much,” Hannibal explained. 

“You went over to Hannibals’ last night?” Will asked. He didn’t mean for his voice to sound so accusatory but it did. You shrugged.

“I went for dinner and he helped me with some case notes.” You remained completely oblivious to the tension in the room. He handed you a box that he grabbed from his desk and you nodded happily. “Thank you so much! I will cherish this,” you joked. You turned to Will. “Have a nice session boys, I’ll be in the car.” 

  They both nodded and waved goodbye to you as you left the room. The tension did not leave with you. 

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The morgue did not smell any better the next time you were in it. You were alone with just Bev this time as you compared notes on the cause of death. She and the guys were still in the process of figuring it out but it had been a busy couple of days.

“Yeah that’s kind of what Price was saying. I don’t know, I’ll look into it more and get back to you,” she said as you showed her some notes. You nodded and put your notepad back in your bag. 

“Alright, keep me posted.” You stood up from your chair and stretched a bit. You and Beverly were pretty good friends outside of work as well so she had been dying to ask you about Hannibal and Will.

“So...how’s it going with Hannibal and Will?” she asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. You gave her a confused look.

“Huh?” She scoffed.

“You’re kidding right?” You gave her a look and she laughed dryly. “You seriously don’t know? Those guys are head over heels for you. Come on, you had to have noticed how jealous they get when you talk to them. It literally fills the room with tension,” she explained. You shook your head slowly. It took you a moment but the realization hit you. You had to sit back down. 

“Oh my God, I’ve been so head first in this case I didn’t even notice,” you said, laughing a bit.

“Well! Who’s gonna take the cake? Come on, we’re running bets here in the morgue.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Who did you bet on?” She gave you a look. “Come on!” 

“Will,” she fessed up. You stood up. 

“Go get your money Katz.” A prideful look went over her face and she nodded. 

“Alright then. You better go get your man.” 

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You knocked on Will’s door that night. You teetered back and forth on the porch, wondering if Beverly had been wrong. She could have read the signs wrong. Heck, you read the signs wrong at first. You were about to walk off the porch when Will opened the door, rubbing his eyes. 

“Hi,” he said, blinking quickly.

“Oh my gosh did I wake you? I’m sorry, I am running on case time,” you said, suddenly feeling very apologetic. He shook his head. 

“No, don’t worry about it. Do you need something?” You doubted yourself again but figured that if you were going to do it you had to do it now. 

“I just...Beverly said something and I...do you wanna go to dinner? Like together? Like as a couple?” You were trying to get the words out so they didn’t sound awkward. Will rubbed his eyes some more and then his hand dropped. He smirked a bit. 

“Yeah. I would really like that.” 

“Okay! Okay. Good, good. I’ll talk to you about it tomorrow once you get some rest,” you said. He nodded happily. 

“I look forward to it.” 

“Me too.” 

You turned around and he shut the door and a wall away from each other. You were both smiling wildly. Will almost called Hannibal and bragged but he went to sleep. He would find out eventually. 

[hamlettheedane]

Hannibal season 4 spec script (it’s a podcast)

Will: (taps microphone) is this thing on

Hannibal: I think so? Does it matter

Will: mmm probably not. Okay hi and welcome to. Um. Whatever this is

Hannibal: it’s our podcast will.

Will: mmhmm. We’re here live in [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] and let me tell you, it is a gorgeous day out.

Hannibal: it’s always lovely in [REDACTED] [REDACTED] this time of year.

Will: isn’t it? Oh look it’s our first caller

Hannibal: it’s jack Crawford. Do not pick that up

Will: we will not be picking up because it is in fact jack Crawford but ummmm hi jack

Hannibal: hello jack

Will: we’re both doing fine thanks for asking

Hannibal: I’m sure that’s what he was calling about. We’re doing terrific

will: hannibals joints are giving him a bit of a tough time nowadays. There’s a lot of Vaseline around the house. But other than that, doing spectacular

Hannibal: okay new topic. Will have you also felt the universal shift recently that can only be chalked up to the final dying breath of the entity formerly known as god?

Will: sure, why not. Oh look we have another caller

Abigail: hey

Hannibal: oh hi Abigail. Where in the world are you

Abigail: oh I’m just in [REDACTED] [REDACTED] for the week.

Will: oh I hear it’s great there

Abigail: it’s not bad, can’t complain

Will: how does it feel being a two time survivor of near death despite the best efforts of not one but two seasoned serial murderers

Abigail: well maybe it would feel better if both of those people weren’t my dad

Hannibal: we have fun here. Abigail we were just about to talk about fall recipes. Do you have any favorite fall recipes

Abigail: I’m vegan nowadays

Hannibal: oh for the love of

Will: and that’s about all the time we have for guest callers. Bye Abigail

Abigail: ok bye

Will: she’s a good kid

Hannibal: oh she’s great. We love her.

Will: we do. Uhmmm. Not much to report here. Just kind of. Hanging out

[a dog barks in the background]

Hannibal: will can you please get pepper under control I think he’s getting into the…. Cooler

Will: which cooler? Oh shit that cooler. Oh that’s no good. Pepper—

[there’s a scuffling sound. A bit of a struggle.]

Will: oh fuck great now there’s blood everywhere

[the sound cuts out]

[slashyrogue]

Hannigram AU: Chomp

Every year there was an event. 

Monsters of all kinds were invited, though some were not exactly welcome in the same areas. There were many tiers of monsters: shapeshifters and vampires were among the very highest while the lowest of the low were creatures who could not easily blend in to polite society. 

Creatures like Will Graham. 

Will was born a zombie, which traditionally were made by bites from the walking dead. His mother had been human and his father a zombie who rose quite suddenly after death. They’d been happy for a while, or so he’d been told, until his mother found someone normal. 

His father died not long after Will graduated high school, and throughout he’d been ostracized for his gaunt deadlike skin, deep sunken in eyes, and strange abilities to read people. Will lived on brains but didn’t need much. 

That still didn’t keep him from being summoned to this event. 

He was, after all, a zombie born. Very few of his kind lived to be older than their teens and despite initial excitement that perhaps he’d be among people who would not look down upon him the minute he entered the lower rung Will knew differently. 

No one wanted him here. 

There were whispers, obvious ones, and he was there only an hour before he snuck away to the upper gardens. None of the more important monsters bothered to go there, the wine and booze were flowing inside, and he stared out into the darkness trying not to cry. 

He only needed to be here for a few hours and then he could leave. 

Hopefully they would not invite him again next year. 

It was there, in the garden, where Will met Hannibal. 

One minute he was chewing a fried brain stick and the next he was scared out of his mind when a man appeared out of nowhere. “Hello.” 

Will froze. 

The man was wearing a fine looking suit, three piece, and looked so human Will was almost certain he had to be. “I’m sorry.” 

“What are you sorry for?” 

“I’ll go,” Will said, standing so fast he nearly dropped his food. 

The man appeared just in front of him then, like magic, and reached out to touch Will’s face. “No, I’d like you to stay. I’ve never met any monsters who look like you. What are you?” 

He swallowed. “I...a zombie.” 

The man smiled. “You live on human meat?” 

“A little,” Will whispered, tears in his eyes, “Mister…” 

“Lecter,” the man said, “Hannibal Lecter. I’m the host of this event.” 

Will blinked. “Oh.”

“What is your name?”

“Will,” he said, his voice shaking, “Mister Lecter, I’m sorry that I came up here I didn’t…” 

Hannibal leaned in and sniffed at Will’s neck. He shuddered at the touch of his skin, so warm, and for the first time Will felt his body respond in ways it never had before. He hadn’t even been aware his body could respond quite like this. He groaned and to his shock he felt his cock fall off and roll out of his pant leg. 

His face turned bright red as Hannibal moved back to stare down at it. “I apologize, I was unaware that was a possibility.” 

He reached down to pick it up but his cock vanished before he could and Will felt it return between his legs. “I...thank you.” 

“You’re welcome. Do your body parts fall off that easily? I cannot smell you at all so I was unaware of any hidden dangers.” 

“Sometimes,” he lied, still turning red, “I’m not…” 

Hannibal took Will’s hand and led him back to the bench where they sat down. Will was still confused as to what type of monster Hannibal was but didn’t ask. “I like you, Will.” 

“You only just met me,” Will said, laughing nervously. 

“Still, your fear seems to have abated.” 

He frowned. “I’m still a little afraid.” 

“Of me or my influence?” 

“That you’ll have me killed or something for trespassing.” 

Hannibal smiled. “But not kill you myself?” 

“You don’t seem the type,” Will said honestly, suddenly unable not to smile. 

Hannibal laughed, and Will saw his teeth were all pointed inside his mouth. He wondered if maybe he was a different type of vampire. 

“Oh Will,” Hannibal purred, taking Will’s hand, “I very, very much like you. Would you like to come inside?”

Will blinked. “At the top level? They said…” 

“No one would question my inviting you,” Hannibal said, his voice hard, “They would not dare. I have much better human meat inside or I could cook some for you. Or if you don’t wish to be among the others we could just continue this fine talk here now.” 

He pushed his glasses up on his face. “Um...I like it here.” 

“Then here we shall stay.” 

They stayed talking for the next few hours while Hannibal occasionally disappeared only to bring food from Will guessed inside. He was given lots of different amazing food, and by the end of the night Will felt better than he ever had his entire life. 

“The party is winding down,” Hannibal whispered, “It will be morning soon.” 

Will frowned. “Oh.” 

“I’d like to invite you to dinner again, if you’re so inclined,” Hannibal said, not looking at him, “If not…” 

“No, I...I’d like that. No one else would be here.”

Hannibal smiled at him. “No one comes here unless summoned. We would be quite alone.” 

Will felt that odd warmth again. “I’d like that, Mr. Lecter.” 

“Hannibal, please.” 

“Hannibal.” 

“Tomorrow evening  I will come for you.” 

Will frowned. “You don’t even…” 

Hannibal took his hand again and squeezed. “Yes, I do. Till tomorrow.” 

Will suddenly felt a weird pop and he was back inside his house. The dogs all came to greet him but stopped, whining at something and refusing to come closer. “What’s wrong?” 

They ran back down the hall to their room. 

He sniffed at himself. 

Maybe he needed to take a shower. 

Will smiled as he headed for the bathroom. 

Tonight turned out very differently than he’d expected. He’d made a monster friend who seemed to like him, and yeah he might be attracted to Hannibal but he’d get over it. 

There was no way someone like Hannibal would want him that way. 

A friend was good enough for him. 

[the-slasher-files]

Hello !!! I love your writing !!! I'm obsessed with the one with Michael x reader with the reader running to him after being injured by another killer.

And um... I was wondering if you could do the same prompt with Hannibal, Bubba, and Jason please? Thank you so much 🥺🌨️✨

I do not write from Hannibal or Bubba for asks or request, but I will definitely write this for Jason :) enjoy

MASTERLIST

JASON’S S/O BEING INJURED BY ANOTHER KILLER AND RUNNING TO THE SAFETY OF JASON

Colours of bright auburn and deep yellows surrounded the cabins you were walking towards, Fall was here and being at the Lake it was the prettiest sight you have ever seen. All the leaves reflected off the clear lake and the ground was covered leaving you completely encased in reds, oranges and yellows. 

Creaky floorboards welcomed you into a cabin, it was not yours, it was a cabin that teenagers used in the summer. You were looking for some more blankets as the nights were growing colder. “Umm, blankets, blankets… where would he put blankets?” you softly murmured to yourself, rifling through the closets and old furniture.

Walking into the bedroom there was a tingle up your spine, something was not right, but before you could fully process this feeling you were roughly grabbed and held against the wooden wall, hitting your head from the force. 

Instantly you knew it was not Jason, this man’s grab was much rougher and had strange malice to it, Jason only had this type of grab to his victims, never to you. Heavily breathing you looked at the man in front of you; he was way smaller than your boyfriend, although it wasn’t hard to be, he was a little older and he was dirty. A drifter by the looks of it, looking for somewhere to spend the winter perhaps. They would often come in the fall but Jason would always find them on patrols and “deal” with them.   

He had his gloved hand around your throat, watching the life drain from you, but you fought and fought hard. If only you could yell for Jason then this man would be dead.

Slowly you reached in your back pocket pulling out the tactical switchblade Jason gave you just for emergencies, and this was definitely an emergency. Raising it you hit the release button shoving the knife into his side, slipping right in between two ribs.

“Fuck” the drifter yelled and let you go, almost falling to the floor from the lack of oxygen but you forced yourself to run. “JASON!” you let out a raspy yell triggering a coughing fit from the strain “JAY!” 

Almost out of the cabin you looked behind you foolishly tripping on a coffee table, groaning from the force of your body hitting the hardwood, you looked up, seeing the man stumble towards you with your blade still in him but now he was yielding an axe, one he probably found on the grounds that Jason had left behind from a victim. 

Trembling and frozen, you felt as if this was it; If Jason did not come soon you were a goner for sure. So stupid of you to walk without your protector, you should have just waited for him to get back from collecting firewood. The only reason you left was because Jason allowed you more freedom in the fall and winter on account that there were hardly any people around in these seasons. All your memories of you and Jason flooded through your head, every kiss, every long night, every fight, but your thinking was cut short by the man who took a swing towards you. 

Rolling to the side you felt an excruciating pain in your hand, the man had missed your vital organs but he had caught the tip of your pinky finger, slicing it clean off and forcing the blade to lodge into the wooden floor. 

Screaming and now tears rolling down your cheeks, you carried yourself up and flying down the stairs of the cabin holding your hand, blood trailing behind you. “J-JASON, Jason!! Please!” 

Running into the bushes you found the trail to home but stupidly you caught yourself on one of the tripwires Jason had set, you had stepped over it a million times but with your head struck by fear and adrenaline, you had forgotten it was there.  

The drifter was still chasing after you with the axe in hand, grunting and groaning by his own pain he stood above you as you tried to crawl away, grasping at the mud and fallen branches beneath you. 

At your last attempt of calling out for your lover, the man raised the axe above his head, then suddenly you felt hot liquid coating your face and body, was it yours? Were you dead? It didn’t feel like it, you thought. 

Jason had speared the stranger’s stomach with his large machete, spraying blood everywhere, it definitely wasn’t the cleanest clean but he did not care, he was absolutely furious, who dared to ever touch his baby. 

Expertly, Jason grabbed the man’s axe from above his head so he would not drop it right on you, the drifter was thrown to the side and Jason stood in front of you, terror and rage filled his eyes from behind his mask. 

Realizing what had just happened, you felt yourself losing it, hyperventilating and vision going blurry, all you could see was colours of the fall leaves and blood as you slowly closed your eyes. Quickly Jason got on his knees, shaking your head trying to get you to focus, god he wished he could talk. 

Picking you up and bringing you back to the cabin he squeezed you tightly each time you tried to close your eyes, keeping you with him. It was so much for your body and brain to comprehend what just happened, it wanted to pass out but Jason would not let it in fear you would never wake.

He knew there was no time for rage anymore, you were his focus, making sure you were ok. 

Once back at the cabin he laid you in bed and ran to grab the first aid kit you had put in the bathroom, carefully wrapping your finger and cleaning you up he took your clothes off making sure you had no other injuries, every wince you made killed him inside, he should’ve been there, his fucking tripwire almost got you killed, you are never leaving his side again

You brought up your good hand to touch his face bringing him out of his thoughts. “Jason... Thank you baby” he didn’t feel as if he deserved your praise. “Thank you, my love” gently placing a kiss on his mask. You were safe now, protected forever and always.    

[hannigramficrecs]

Murder Husbands

Nice Day for a Red Wedding by xzombiexkittenx [words: 2,129]

It is a quiet, unimportant morning much like any other, when Will decides he wants to marry Hannibal.

Never In The House by drinkbloodlikewine, whiskeyandspite [words: 4,079]

“You killed a man in our kitchen, Hannibal. Killed him. In our kitchen,” Will repeats again, each word clipped crisp. “Our. Kitchen.” “Will -” “One rule,” he says, laughing dire. “I asked for it not to happen in the house. Hell, even the cellar I’d understand, but Christ, that’s - that’s where the dogs eat!”

Held in the Highest Regard by HigherMagic [words: 12,357]

What happens when a group of serial killers pick the absolute worst targets? Will is already having a pretty rough night, since Hannibal proposed to him and Will said 'No' for reasons he still hasn't quite figured out yet. It's not their fault - they couldn't have known - but sometimes people have to learn lessons the hard way, and Will could definitely use some stress relief.

Before You And After You by ache_for_him, Breakmybones (CarterReid), CarterReid [words: 33,734]

Hannibal and Will had a past: a dirty, bloody, violent past. Will was sure he’d never see his own personal monster again - then he walked into Jack Crawford’s office.

Sweet Misery by everybreathagift [words: 1,272]

Will has no idea what personal space is. Hannibal hopes he never learns.

Bait and Switch by HotMolasses [words: 3,137]

“I told you I was married.” Will said, his eyes dark with lust of another kind now, the kind that made Hannibal’s heart sing. “I introduced you to my husband. But that didn’t seem to bother you.” “I…I…thought, I thought you wanted, um. You were flirting with me!” Hannibal tsked in his ear. “He flirted with the entire crowd all night.” Hannibal said. “Those with class politely stepped away. You, however, went after what was not yours.” 

It's A Good Car, Dammit by proser [words: 11,077]

Will never shares with anyone. His thoughts, his possessions, and his life are all his and his alone. Hannibal doesn't take from anyone. He prepares his own food, cleans his own house, and uses his own supplies. So when Hannibal starts driving Will's car everywhere, people are curious. Trust is so rare with these two, and it both makes perfect sense and is utter nonsense that it would reside between them.

The Abyss Smiled Back by HigherMagic [words: 49,768]

Will is missing, presumed dead, which makes it difficult for Jack and Alana to get Hannibal to help them catch another brutal serial killer, given that Hannibal's only condition for helping them is that he gets to see Will.

Deliverance by savethealiens (endoftheline7) [words: 9,843]

Hannibal and Will take their first tentative steps through the door to exploring the physical side of their relationship. Well, Hannibal does. Will practically kicks the door down.

A Darkness Seen and Shared by voxofthevoid [words: 10,344]

What would have happened if Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter first met each other when they were both hunting the same man, for entirely different reasons Attracting the attention of one psychopath is bad enough. Attracting two and for entirely different reasons… now that was just bloody rotten luck.

Table Manners by KareliaSweet [words: 1,510]

In which Will and Hannibal's first time is facilitated by the boorish manners of their dinner guest.

Fruitful by Everett_Harte [words: 11,629]

An AU remix of 'Hannibal'. Where they both meet several years before the show, start dating, and get married. And bang, a lot. Just don't go in the basement.

My Husband by VictoriaAGrey [wprds: 3,563]

“My husband this, my husband that. It’s a wonder Jack hasn’t followed your trail of “my husband”s to our front door.” “He doesn’t know we’re married.” “He’s the only one!” In which Hannibal is a little too smitten and Will figures out Hannibal is That Guy

The Risks of Marrying Will Graham by everybreathagift [words: 1,558]

Will has discovered something about himself. Hannibal would complain, but it's hard to speak with so much... Will.

Edible by shiphitsthefan [words: 4,376] 

The temptation to take a taste of Will is almost too great for Hannibal to resist. Good thing he isn't the only one who's hungry.

Everything I Wanted by CarnivalMirai [words: 5,330]

In which the phrase "but Hannibal..." paired with a pout and a Southern drawl is enough to get Will Graham exactly what he wants.

Eurydice by peppermintquartz [words: 11,324]

Will took Hannibal's offer to leave before the dinner with Jack. They are now in a smaller town, and they have new lives. Will can't decide if this is better than before.

Götterdämmerung by Chifuyu [words: 20,925]

Will Graham had not expected to survive the fall. Neither had he expected to find himself on a plane to Italy, with Hannibal Lecter sleeping peacefully by his side. Looking at the man now, with his silver-blond hair fanned across his face, Will wasn't sure if he could rise to this new challenge of not only surviving but living with Hannibal Lecter.

Carnivore, Won't You Come Digest Me? by HigherMagic [words: 64,019]

Role Reversal AU: Following the execution of Garrett Jacob Hobbs, Hannibal is forced to see Doctor Will Graham for a psychiatric evaluation before he can return to the field. Once cleared, Jack insists that Will shadow Hannibal in the hopes of catching the Shrike's copycat. Hannibal has become a master of making sure the FBI stays blind to his extracurricular activities, but Will is a man who sees far too much, and won't be so easily overcome.

Old Dog New Trick by iesika [words: 1,961]

Hannibal is in the doghouse

The Only Place I Can Hold You by snapdragonpop007 [words: 27,865]

“Hello, Jack.” These past two years had not been kind to Will Graham-Lecter. The solitary confinement that Chilton had promised would help had only seemed to make the omega worse. “I was wondering when you were gonna come talk to me.” Will hadn’t looked up from the book in his hands. He was running his fingertips across the pages, and when Jack looked a little closer he could see that it was full of photographs.

The Significant Other: The Will and Hannibal Edition by house_of_lantis [words: 18,431] 

After their terrible and abrupt break up, Will and Hannibal attempt to maneuver through their social circles, side step ongoing gossip, and deal with the fact that Will knows the truth of Hannibal. Through impossible odds, Will and Hannibal do find their way to each other again.

Dancing with the Beast by proser [words: 86,347] 

In order to catch a mediocre serial killer, Will must pose as Hannibal's date for a series of pretentious social events. Hannibal is dramatic and jealous as ever, and Will is having a great time without the encephalitis. Of course, it's a love story.

There's Pride In Your Mouth by nobetterlove [words: 10,992] 

Instead of diving head first into the avoidance pool, Will allows his empathy to grow - taking him further from the constructs of society. He uses the slip into other killer's heads to perfect his craft. As a cover, Will goes through the process of becoming a chef and takes to the profession like it was meant to be.

I Love Our Secrets by sourweather [words: 4,146] 

Freddie Lounds knows Will Graham is hiding something, she just doesn't know what. When she tries to snoop around Will's house one snowy night, she finds him in a very compromising position.

The Breath of Sun by Snerp [words: 10,203] 

Will and Hannibal met each other one fateful night in New Orleans. They get violently married, consummated in the river of blood and bone, in the flesh of the monsters of men. They are faithfully married, but not many know they are married to one another.

[thedistrictsleepsalonetonight]

Always (or Dani, the collector of souls falls in love and Miles keeps passing out during the entire story)

If you were, hypothetically, of course, to visit a place in England called Bly Manor, you would most likely meet an odd group of people. You would see two children, one an absolute angel, the other a teenage, snarky brat of a boy, who are probably being supervised by a stern, yet extremely capable looking woman. You would probably be shown around the house by the sweetest housekeeper in the world, probably be offered lemon cakes by a tall man who looks at the aforementioned housekeeper with all the stars in his eyes. And maybe, just maybe in the middle of it all, you might glance outside and see a woman standing by herself in the garden. At first you would think she’s just moving casually, maybe dancing on her own; and then you would see that her movement has a pattern. It almost seems as though.... no, it couldn’t be.  

“Is that woman,” you would ask, hesitantly, not wishing to offend these people and some potential strange ritual of theirs, “talking to herself?”

The housekeeper (Hannah, you think she’s called) glances outside and chuckles. “Oh, that,” she says. “That’s just Jamie. Jaime’s the gardener. She’s just talking to her girlfriend.”

You would resist the urge to rub at your eyes. “Her.... her girlfriend?”

“Well, technically Dani hasn’t asked her yet,” the cook cuts in, smiling. “But it’s on the way, I assure you.”

You would look from the strange, solitary woman, to their frank, open faces, and then back to the solitary woman again, and you would think.

You would think Why, these people are absolutely fucking bonkers.

*****

(They’re really not)

*****

The first time Jamie saw the woman, it was from across the grounds, which is why it took her crossing halfway the distance to realize that she was breakdancing.

Then again, she had also got other things on her mind. Peter Fucking Quint had to go and fall off the parapet while attempting to rob the Wingraves of their old jewelry the night before last, and between helping Hannah communicate with the police, ensuring Owen received an adequate number of head pats every hour to calm him down, and offering Rebecca a listening ear for both murderous rants and angry tears, she had her hands completely full. And that wasn’t even including the kids, although they seemed to be doing fairly alright. Thankfully they had not seen the body. However, that didn’t deter Miles, who was currently going through a bit of a Hannibal phase, from popping up at random intervals to ask her what broken bones looked like, or if the blood had frozen overnight.

All in all, pretty exhausting.

Which is why the sight of the children standing in front of a breakdancing woman didn’t register at first. She was pulling out the weeds, sun high in the sky, sweat tracing an uncomfortable path down her back when something made her look up. One double take, and she was scrambling in their direction.

She reached them, panting, raised her head after her breath was a little more even and looked right at the woman, who was currently doing the robot. “Um,” she started, unsure of where to go from there. “Are — are you quite alright?”

The woman stopped abruptly, her mouth falling open. “You can see me?”

Okay, this woman was clearly mental. “Yes?”

The woman looked even more astounded. “You really can?” she turned to Flora next. “You too?”

Flora blinked. “Yes, we can.”

“But that’s impossible! You shouldn’t be able to see me. In fact—”

“Jaime, darling,” Miles cut in the middle of what seemed to be the beginning of a rapidly delivered monologue. “Could you escort this.... clearly insane lady outside?”

Jaime thwack-ed the side of his head gently. “Wanna try that again? Nicely?”

He looked sheepish. Not really a bad kid, that one, she thought. Just annoying.

“But you really shouldn’t be able to see me. By all calculations, it’s completely—”

“Well, why not?” Miles asked, now having warmed to the idea of possibly talking to someone who was crazy.

The woman brightened up. “Well, because,” she said, “this, I guess.”

And then she snapped her fingers, disappeared and reappeared on the other side of the lake, where she waved at them excitedly.

Flora is the only one who waved back. Jamie was too busy supporting the weight of a now-collapsed Miles.

*****

Jamie thought it was patently unfair that the reaper of souls was just so damn cute.

(They weren’t supposed to be cute! They were supposed to look gaunt and hollow, and angry and sad, not like sunshine wrapped up in a very human looking package. They weren’t supposed to be walking around with bright, blue, gorgeous eyes, and faces that seemed to have been sculpted by some divine power up there, and a voice that was sweet and soothing enough to put Jamie right to sleep.)

“It’s amazing how all of you can see me,” the reaper of souls, or Dani, as she had introduced herself, said, looking wide-eyed at all of them. Rebecca and a recently awakened Miles were the only ones who looked actively concerned, standing in the corner. Owen and Hannah were, as ever, polite and pleasant, if a little curious. Flora was already settled in next to Dani, asking her questions a mile a minute. And Jamie was—

(Very fucking annoyed at how pretty Dani was)

—completely alright.

“And you’re here to get Peter?” Owen asked her, with a sideways look in Rebecca’s direction.

“Oh yes,” Dani replied. “And boy, was that man a pain. Really whiny. Went all Boohoo I can’t be dead, I’m supposed to do so many things, I’m so cool and awesome and. Ugh. Annoying is what he was. I mean, the list says Peter Quint — died while trying to steal from Bly Manor; what am I supposed to do?”

They all nodded, a little dazed.

“And then I saw the kids and I was bored and I thought they couldn’t see me anyways so,” she continued, and then looked down, suddenly a little shy. “I really am sorry about the.... you know, breakdancing. I honestly thought nobody could see me.”

“It’s okay, it was cute,” Jamie found herself saying before she had time to process, and then wanted to stab herself with the fork lying on the table. If that didn’t work, bang her head on the surface until she bled to death. Or—

“Thank you,” Dani said, equally as quiet.

Jamie closed her eyes, willed her body to fall dead right then and there.

(It didn't work, unfortunately)

“Would you like to stay for supper?” he heard Owen ask their guest.

“Supper?” Dani asked. “Wait, is it already that late?”

Jamie looked up a moment later, when she heard everybody scream and then she opened her eyes to see a stranger standing right near the stove.

“Viola!” Dani said, alarmed. “I thought I sent a message I was gonna be late.”

The woman looked very haughty, very angry and (this is something she hated to admit, again, but) very fucking hot. Seriously. What was with these underworld people and ridiculously angelic skin? Her gaze moved past all of them, came to rest on Dani.

“I got your message alright,” she announced, blithely. “Just couldn’t figure out why you were still here.”

Dani chuckled, nervously. “So, funny story, but as it turns out — these people can — uh, see us?”

Viola tilted her head, regarded her. “Are you sure?”

“Hello,” Hannah said, ever the gracious host. “Welcome to Bly Manor.”

Viola looked flabbergasted now, doing a double take to look at all of them more carefully.

“They can see us?”

Dani nodded, gingerly.

“Seriously?”

Another nod.

“But that can’t be—”

“—Viola, I know, but—”

“—it simply cannot be allowed—”

“—absolutely not I know what you’re thinki—”

“—We have to end them!”

There was another whoosh right next to Jamie’s ear, and she took her time, turning around, only to see another pissed-off, hot woman, standing in the kitchen, her arms crossed.

“I didn’t even say kill!” Viola protested.

“You implied it!”

Their standoff was interrupted by a violent, abrupt thud. It seemed Miles had fainted again.

*****

Jamie walked into the greenhouse, paused and smiled.

“You cannot surprise me,” she said, aloud.

There was movement behind her, and then Dani walked into view.

“How do you always know I’m here?”

Jamie stayed quiet. There wasn’t a good, less-embarrassing way to say The air dances when you’re around, or I can feel your presence in the back of my neck, in the way my heart starts skipping steps on whatever treadmill it is currently running on.  

“Let me keep my secrets,” she answered.

Dani stayed beside her, as she started on the rose plants, a safe distance away, safe enough for Jamie to not feel like she would combust. “I got you something.”

“You’ve already given me so many things,” Jamie told her, hand rubbing at the back of her neck. It was true. Every time Dani had dropped in the past month, she’d brought little trinkets from her travels all over the world.  

(Travels was an excellent way of describing the action of harvesting the grumpy souls of the dead)

One time there had been crepes from Paris, courtesy the tourist guide who passed of a heart attack in a café. Another time it was one of Cerberus’ treats, because Jamie was eternally curious as to what hell dogs actually ate. The bone had been framed and now lay on one of her shelves back at home. One day, she had gotten macarons that Owen had scarfed down before Dani could get around to telling him they were filled with the eternal cries of the dead.

(He’d spent the entire day walking around convinced he was going to die. The doctor said it was indigestion)

She opened the neatly wrapped box and picked up the pomegranate. Turned it around in her hand, examined it.

“Aren’t these supposed to tie me down to the Underworld forever?” she asked, only half-serious.

“Gosh, no,” Dani said, nervously chuckling. “These are not that kind.”

Jamie waited.

“Um, so these,” Dani went on, “these seeds are kind of multi-purpose things? So basically you can eat them, but these seeds, when planted, they can grow any plant in the world. Doesn’t matter what soil they’re on. I mean, I heard you mention that flower you’ve always wanted to grow, but England doesn’t have the climate suited to it and — well. This would work.”

If Jamie could speak, this is what she would have said: I don’t know how to thank you. I don’t know why you’re here, why you give me so much of your precious time, time that you could be walking around the whole world in. I don’t know what to do with myself when I’m around me, how to breathe, how to look, and I’m an utter godforsaken mess, but I’m eternally grateful you barged into our lives a while ago. I don’t know what I was doing before you came. I hope you never leave.

She would have said I know you collect souls, but there’s at least one heart lying in that bag of yours, and there’s a good chance it’s mine.

As it is, all she did was grab onto Dani’s hand, and squeeze.

*****

“You have got to stop doing that!” Owen gasped, hand on his heart.

Dani shrugged from on where she was now perched on top of the table, sitting directly in front of an open-mouthed Miles. “Hannah always knows when I’m here.”

“That’s because I really do have eyes everywhere,” Hannah turned around, smiled brightly at Dani. “Spaghetti?”

“I’ve been asking you for the past five minutes!” Jamie said, indignantly.

“Well, now we know who’s her favorite,” Dani shoots an infuriatingly smug grin in her direction, and pats the top of her head and—

Jamie would feel annoyed if her heart wasn’t racing and there wasn’t a blush fighting to make its way up her cheeks. This love thing was annoying.

(Not that it was love, of course. Certainly not)

“As charming as that sounds, Hannah darling,” Dani continued, “I actually came for a purpose.”

“Is it to set murderers on us again?”

“No, Miles,” Dani replied, patiently. “Plus, Viola and Perdita wouldn’t really have.... killed you. Maimed you, at best.”

Rebecca shuddered delicately on the other side of the table.

“Remember when you said you’d had a bit of a dinosaur phase when you were a kid?” Dani directed this towards Jamie.

“... yes?”

“Well,” Dani snapped her fingers, and to their extreme horror, a parrot sized creature appeared next to her, “meet Battery!”

“—completely house trained,” she heard Dani explaining to Hannah, while she extended a hand towards (what was he called? Right) Battery. He opened his mouth, stepped closer, licked the entire length of her finger with a long, slimy tongue, and then immediately nipped at her nail.

(Jamie may or may not be helplessly charmed)

Before she could say anything, however, Miles fell from his chair onto the kitchen floor.

Rebecca sighed, got up from her chair. “You guys know there’s going to be permanent brain damage if he keeps doing that.”

*****

About three things went wrong the day Jamie decided she was finally going to tell Dani she was in love with her.

The first thing was that she needed to get drunk, and decided to trust Owen and Hannah to deliver. The second was that Battery wasn’t adequately educated in the intricacies of human weirdness and tended to panic at the first sign of strange behavior. Third, lakes weren’t the most romantic places to confess your love, but apparently nobody had told Jamie this.

So when she found herself flailing for breath after having somehow made her way to the middle of the lake in a makeshift lifeboat and then having upturned it in the process, she only had herself to blame.

“What,” Dani started, looking absolutely furious, hair all over the place as she held Jamie up, “the fuck were you doing in the middle of the lake?”

“Hey!” Jamie sang, because the alcohol was making her feel very sing-song-y, “You shouldn’t be here yet! It’s not time!”

“Battery panicked and summoned me,” Dani explained. “Are — are you drunk?”

“No, she’s not!” Hannah called out from where she and Owen had just reached the lake. “We gave her loads of strong bitter soda and convinced her it was watered down whiskey.”

(Now that she was thinking about it, the whiskey had seemed pretty fizzy for her liking)

“Oh,” she Jamie, now sobered up. “But I was drowning.”

“Yeah, in about five feet of water.”

Well, that was anticlimactic.

*****

At midnight, she sat by the lake, covered in a warm, fuzzy blanket Dani had draped all over her. Dani sat beside her, Battery on her lap, smiling at her from time to time.

“You’re such an idiot,” she said, out of nowhere, and Jamie didn’t have the heart to disagree. “What am I even going to do with you?”

“You could,” Jamie started, ponderously, like she hadn’t spent three months of her life thinking this over, like her heart wasn’t an over-excited ping-pong in her chest right now, “you could always take me out on a date, you know?”

“Really?” Dani murmured. “Well, that’s a novel idea.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Depends. Would you be okay dating someone who is almost constantly grumpy from carrying around beleaguered souls all day?”  

Jamie pretended to think. “I think so, yes.”

“Someone who regularly hangs out with a murder-friendly woman?”

“.... maybe?”

“How about someone who may have to keep going away for lengths of time?”

Jamie turned to her. “Would that someone come back to me, though?”

Dani’s eyes were shiny and hopeful, and she felt her breath get stuck in her throat like a lovesick little fool. “Always,” Dani whispered.

“Well, then,” Jamie whispered back to her, and then leaned in for the most picture-perfect happy ending of all time.

[beyond-the-mirror]

Music of the Night (V x Reader)

Hello everyone! Another chapter done and ready. Now that I got some few chapters done, I’ll go back to writing Nocturnal Encounters as well, so stay tuned.

Special thanks to @minteyeddemon and @thedyingmoon for being awesome writers. If you want to be tagged too, you are free to ask me anytime.

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Chapter 5: Revelation

“Bravi! Bravi! Bravissimi!”

A standing ovation was right before you. Tears started forming in your eyes as you curtsied gratefully to the audience. You had just finished performing Elissa’s aria ‘Think of Me’, and judging by the reaction of all the spectators, your performance was an utter success.

The velvet curtains closed in front of you, allowing you to retire back towards the green room where all your colleagues congratulated you warmly for the amazing job you did on the stage.

As an intermission was announced at the end of the act, the Vicomte stood from his seat at one of the boxes and excused himself from his companions. As Raoul walked out and into the hallway, he contemplated what he had just witnessed happening on stage. The way you moved across the stage in smooth and airy strides, the divine emotion conveyed in your voice as you sang the aria, the authenticity and sheer bliss in your smile and your eyes…

Such a wonderful woman you were, skilled, hardworking… When he first laid eyes on you, he felt a unique and tender sensation flowing inside of him. You had bewitched him, and enthralled him to no extend.

As a smile formed on Raoul’s face, he quickly made his way through the hallway.

…………

“What a wonderful night! I am proud to announce that this production has been an outstanding success!” Firmin entered the crowded green room. The opera had just finished and the all the performers and staff members were now reunited there. “Thank you everyone, for we know that tonight’s show couldn’t have been made possible without each and every single one of you. And now, it’s time for a celebration!”

Every time after a successful premiere, one of Fortuna’s most prestigious venues would close off for the day to host a party for all the staff members of the Opera House. Now everybody was looking forward to a nice hangout with food and drinks after all the effort they put in the production finally paid off.

You were currently sitting at your vanity inside your very own private dressing room, given to you since you were now the new lead soprano and actress for ‘Hannibal’. The heavy makeup had finally been removed and your hairdo was already undone, your locks of hair cascading freely down your back. All the accessories and jewelry had now been discarded and carefully put away, your usual earrings now back on your ears, and a lovely white silk robe now over the red and gold costume dress you had been wearing for the musical.

You sat there thoughtfully as you held the portrait of your father in your hands. You had taken it with you and placed it on the vanity of the dressing room for good luck, so that you could feel his spirit right at your side supporting you.

Placing the picture up to your chest, you gently smiled. “Thank you papa.” And with a soft kiss on the image of your father, you placed the picture once again on the vanity before moving a scented candle next to it, carefully lighting it up.

A knock on the door distracted you from your train of thoughts. Moving to open it, you were greeted by Nico as well as…

“Kyrie?! Nero?!” you squealed as the red haired woman ran towards you and pulled you into a warm tight hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here in Fortuna?!”

“Wanted to surprise you.” Nero gently hugged you as soon as Kyrie pulled off and let you breathe again. “Although to be honest, we were the ones surprised when we suddenly saw you as the main character.”

“Indeed. Why didn’t you tell us before?” Kyrie questioned you with curiosity and confusion in her eyes. “You were absolutely divine on stage! And your voice was so beautiful, you completely owned that aria!”

Kyrie’s words made a blush appear on your cheeks, that is until Nero asked a question you definitely didn’t want to answer.

“Where did you learn to sing like that?”

“Umm…” you trailed off, unsure of what to tell them. “I-It’s a very long story actually. Let’s just say a… ‘special’ person for me has been giving me a few lessons.”

“Well, whoever this person is hun-” Nico wrapped an arm around your shoulder “-they definitely taught you well judging by that blessed performance of yours. By the way, you going to the party later?”

“Thank you Nico but I’m still not sure. I’m feeling a little tired, that’s all.”

“In that case you should rest, but if you change your mind you can call us anytime and we’ll take you there.” You continued chatting, catching up with every detail that’s happened in your lives. Kyrie has been doing excellently since ‘Wicked!’ turned out to be a huge success in Broadway, and you promised you would save enough money to go see her perform live. You also mentioned the quite eventful times when famous soprano Carlotta Giudicelli used to work at the Opera House, dealing with her meltdowns were a serious handful for everyone and especially for Madame Trish.

After some time, your friends decided to leave so they could get ready for the party, hugging you goodbye and wishing for you to rest enough so that you could join them later. You were about to change out of your costume when another knock sounded on your door.

“Talk about receiving so many visitors in my dressing room.” You thought as you quickly put on your robe and made your way to open the door. Outside was no other than the Vicomte himself, holding a bouquet of luscious red roses.

“Vicomte de Chagny! What do I owe the honor of your visit?”

“There’s no need to keep the formalities dear, you may call me Raoul if you like.” He offered you a warm and charming smile. “May I come in?”

“Oh sure, please do.” You stepped aside to let him enter.

“I came her to congratulate you personally for the outstanding performance tonight, a gifted voice like yours deserves all the praise this world have to offer.” Raoul handed you the bouquet, which you hesitantly accepted since it was a present you didn’t expect at all from the Vicomte.

“I would also like to request, if it’s not too bold for me to ask, if you wanted to assist to our party as my date for the night.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at his request. “Oh… please excuse me Vi- I mean, Raoul, but I’m afraid I… I do not have a proper dress for the occasion.” You weren’t sure to accept Raoul’s invitation, he was the Opera’s patron after all.

“Oh that’s no problem at all, I’m sure we can find an appropriate dress for you in no time. There are a few local designers I know personally who can gladly lend you a gown. ” Now you didn’t know what to say, your eyes glanced around the room, still unsure wether to go with the Vicomte or not.

You took a seat at the vanity. “I’m deeply sorry Raoul, but to be honest I’m feeling a little exhausted after everything that has transpired.” Pausing for a few seconds, the next words came out your mouth without you realizing. “Besides, i don’t think he would agree…”

Raoul raised an eyebrow in confusion “He wouldn’t agree? Your father or… a boyfriend perhaps?”

You mentally scolded yourself. “Oh! Um no… my voice teacher actually. He is a very strict professor and I’m not sure he would like me going.” It was technically true, the phantom took discipline very seriously just like Trish with every rehearsal. He expected you to be always on time and focus on your lessons, no late partying and such shenanigans since he considered them mere earthly matters that would only get in the way of your career.

Still, Raoul kept insisting, always keeping a charming smile and kind eyes. “Please (Y/N), everyone is waiting for our main star to join us to celebrate the premiere’s success. Maybe your professor wants you to relax and have some fun as a reward for all your efforts this season, I’m sure he’ll understand.”

He had a point. Besides, you could still leave the party at a reasonable hour too and still arrive at your lessons on time.

You nodded your answer. “Alright then, I gladly accept your invitation Raoul. I’m just gonna need some time to change and I’ll see you later.”

He flashed a bright grin before taking your hand in his, kissing the knuckles gently. “I shall leave you then, I’m going to wrap up some business affairs with Firmin and Andre and then I’ll come back to you.” He walked to the door, pausing right before stepping out. “See you later, dear (Y/N).”

As door closed, you turned to your father’s portrait. “I’m not sure papa. I mean, he seems to be a nice man, but…” You let out a sigh. Although at first glance it seemed like Raoul was trying to make an advance on you, there was the possibility that maybe you were simply misunderstanding his actions and that he was just being nice to you. Besides, you didn’t consider too appropriate having a close relationship with the very own patron of the Opera, with you choosing to rather keep things as professional as possible.

“Oh papa… what should I do?”

Suddenly, a chill ran down your spine, feeling as if you were no longer alone in the dressing room.

“Such an insolent boy!” the Phantom’s voice resonated through the entire room, a startled gasp leaving your lungs at the anger in his tone. “How dare this young suitor bask in your glory? Requesting you to ditch your singing lessons for a simple night out.”

“No Phantom, do not speak ill of him.” You searched around the room for the source of his voice, but couldn’t find him. “He’s only being nice. My friends want me to go too, everyone has the right to celebrate after a job well done.”

“I hope you haven’t forgotten what I always tell you about earthly matters.” His voice was now calm but chilling, but you didn’t falter. After all, your family has raised you to always stand up and assert yourself in any situation, and if if your decision was to go and celebrate with your friends then the Phantom has no right to decide over you.

“I haven’t Phantom. ‘Detach yourself from all earthly connections, for they only drive you further from the heavenly music’, those are the words you gave me. I did promise you to never forget them, for you have become my guide, my mentor and my guardian after all this time.”

The Phantom hummed thoughtful before speaking once again.

“Flattering, my child. I am glad to have proven myself worthy of your trust, a precious treasure I shall keep with me always.” He now spoke in a very soft tone, the deepness of his voice almost enrapturing you. “And to show my gratitude for the trust you have confided me these last years, I shall now reveal myself to you, see why in shadow I hide.”

Reveal himself? Were you about to truly meet the Phantom? He kept his identity a total secret ever since he appeared to you that day inside the darkness of the storeroom, and now he was about to reveal his real identity to you!

So many questions filled your mind. Who is he really? Was he an actual ghost? What was his real name?

“Phantom, where are you now?”

“My lovely nightingale, look at your face in the mirror behind you. I am there inside.”

You turned back. Hanging on the wall in front of you was a full body mirror that was normally used during fitting tests for the costumes and when putting on big and complex gowns for the play. You slowly approached it while staring at your own reflection, wondering what the Phantom meant with him being ‘inside the mirror’.

You were now standing right in front of it, the only reflection on its surface being yours. It was then that strange a silhouette appeared right next to your own reflection, it was barely visible and you tried your best to identify what it was.

As the image became clearer, you almost fell to the ground in fear. The faint image of a tall man had appeared next to your own reflection, he appeared to be wearing an all-black outfit consisting in a tailored suit, a long cape on his back and an elegant wide brim hat that obscured the upper half of his face.

There was no doubt about it. It was him.

“Phantom… Is that really you?”

“Yes, my child. I am your angel of music, the one watching over you all this time.” A clicking sound rang in your ears, and right before you, the mirror began sliding to the side, revealing what appeared to be an old set of stairs that descended deeply into the dark.

And right at the entrance, was the Phantom itself. The exquisite black suit fitted perfectly over his lithe body, the collar sporting a twin pair of intricate silver brooches at the lapels of his shirt joined together by two silver chains and each piece decorated with tiny green jewels. Right over the knot of his black silk tie, another similar brooch was pinned, this one bigger and crowned with a beautiful emerald. Under the brim of his hat, you noticed a white mask covering the left side of his face, making you wonder about a possible reason for the man to obscure his face.

“My angel of music, hide no longer from me.” Soft plump lips parted as the words left his mouth, his voice deep, full of mirth and power.

He raised a hand dressed in a black glove, offering it to you.

“Come to me, my angel of music.”

Something inside you started pulling you towards him, this man that towered over you and held such power and magnificence in his presence. It was like your mind somehow disconnected itself from reality, and unconsciously, you were already taking steps towards the Phantom.

“Come to me, my angel of music.”

He repeated. Your eyes darkened and half-lidded, your lips slightly parted as steady puffs of air left your lungs. His elegant and mighty figure towered over you, tall and proud, an oddly familiar cane held firmly on his other hand. Why was it so familiar? Why?

“Come to me, my angel of music.”

Entering the passage inside the mirror, you stood right before him. And with a sway of his cape, the Phantom closed the mirror back to its former place right behind you.

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“What a performance I say! I even dare to assure we have made the greatest discovery of the year with Miss (Y/N)!” Andre exclaimed loudly as they all made their way towards the main foyer of the theatre, now that the business side had been sorted, the only thing left to do was to celebrate.

“I completely agree, I can see a bright and successful career ahead of her.” Raoul added to the new owners’ compliments about you. “Now if you excuse me, gentlemen, I shall fetch Miss (Y/N) from her dressing room. I assume she must be ready by now to go to the party.”

“Very well then Vicomte, we’ll see you both there.” Andre bowed before leaving alongside Firmin.

Once outside your dressing room Raoul politely knocked at the door, but to his surprise, no answer came. He knocked again, twice, still not answer.

“(Y/N)? Is everything alright there?” No answer.

Fearing something might have happened to you, he quickly opened the door… only to find the dressing room completely empty.

“(Y/N)?” His eyes searched everywhere, but couldn’t find you. Looking down, a single rose from the bouquet he had gifted you earlier had fallen to the floor and now laid forgotten in the middle of the room.

[mosylufanfic]

Double the Fun

Killervibe week day 3: Doppelgangers

Double the Fun

Cisco breached into the cortex and checked the scanners again. He tapped his earpiece. "Hey, I'm not showing any weird activity anymore. Anything out there?"

"Nothing," Caitlin reported in his ear. "I'm on my way back."

"Want a pickup?"

"I'm close enough."

"See you in a few." He shut off his earpiece, which had developed a tendency of buzzing in his ear when he was here at Star Labs. He needed to fix that, he thought absently, and flicked over to the strange satellite readings that had sent Killer Frost and Vibe out on the hunt an hour earlier.

Two breaches, both interdimensional. Caitlin had suggested it was someone dropping in and then out again, but Cisco had pointed out they were three miles and ten minutes apart, and the breach didn't look like a speedster one. 

But there hadn't been anything weird at either location, and they hadn't gotten any bystander reports of suspicious activity. So all there was to do was come back to Star Labs and await mayhem. 

The elevator dinged, and Cisco swung around in his chair to see Caitlin walking in from the hallway, still suited up. "Hey," he said. "That was fast."

“We said we were going to meet back here.”

“Yeah, but I thought you were further away.”

She studied him in a strange way. "Who were you talking to, the first time we met?" she asked.

He raised his brows. "What are we, reminiscing now? I'd think you'd want to reminisce about someone other than Hartley Rathaway."

She rolled her eyes. "You never take this seriously."

Pardon him? Take what seriously? He opened his mouth to ask just that when when she walked up and kissed him. 

His brain went ????!!!!! :D :D !!! ? :)

She pulled away. "What's wrong?"

"Uh," he said in a strangled voice. "What?"

She'd just laid a kiss on him that about boiled his brain out of his skull, and she was asking him what was wrong?

Actually, wrong wasn't the word, because there'd been nothing wrong with that kiss. It had been one of the better kisses he'd ever gotten. 

She stepped back from him a pace or two, her eyes narrowing. "Are you okay?"

"Just surprised."

"Surprised?" Her eyes flashed white and she flipped her hands up, a couple of ice daggers growing from her palms.

He scooted backwards hard, barely hearing her say, "My husband has no reason to be surprised when I kiss him. Who are you?”

"Your what?"

Abruptly, Cisco registered what he'd missed before. Her suit was all wrong. The star was a smidge smaller, the color a shade or two lighter, the boots only reaching her calf, not all the way to her knee. 

And of course, there was the faint off-ness of her, the indefinable difference that was the way she vibrated at a subtly different frequency than he did. 

"Well?" she demanded.

"Babe!" a voice called out, and they both whipped around. Somehow Cisco wasn't surprised to see his doppelganger standing in the doorway.

It was a little more of a surprise to see him clutching his nose as it dripped blood.

Another Caitlin hovered behind him, dressed in the Frost getup. His Caitlin - the star and the color and the boots and most importantly, her frequency were all correct. 

Other Caitlin said, "What happened?" She held up an ice dagger, but not in a threatening way. More like she'd forgotten she was holding it and was waving her hand. "Wait. What are you planning to name our dog?"

"James Tiberius Bark," Other Cisco said nasally. "And what happened is she punched me in the nose." He waved at Caitlin. 

"Well, I'm sorry, but you startled me," she said grumpily.

Other Caitlin crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at her husband (oh boy, oh damn, Cisco didn’t even know how to process that). “Now you,” she said. “Confirm my identity.”

Other Cisco rolled his eyes. "Fine. What won't I let you frame and put up in the kitchen?"

She huffed. "A seventeenth century anatomical sketch of the gastrointestinal tract, and I don’t know what your problem is. It’s very interesting and artistic.”

"In the kitchen?" Cisco said. “Where people eat?”

Other Cisco pointed at him. "Right?"

"I really don't see the problem," said the Caitlin in the doorway. "But James Tiberius Bark is kind of long for a dog's name, isn't it? They don't even recognize words longer than a couple of syllables."

"Thank you," said the Caitlin next to Cisco. 

"We would call him Jimmy, it wouldn't be an issue!" Other Cisco said. 

Cisco held up both hands. "Okay! Okay. Identities established - "

"Not all of us," Other Caitlin said. 

She narrowed her eyes at Caitlin in the doorway, who said, "Me?" indignantly.

Other Caitlin nodded firmly. "We're chasing a shapeshifter. And you punched my husband in the nose." She reached out and nudged her husband's hand aside. "Let me see. Is it broken?"

"Your what," Caitlin said.

"Explanations in a minute, confirmations right now," Cisco said. "Uh - " He thought for a moment. "Caitlin, what did I call Frost at Barry and Iris's wedding?"

She made a face. "My mean roommate. Um." She frowned. "What treat of mine are you always eating?"

"Pizza pockets, are you ever going to let that go?" 

Other Caitlin, now calling up a chunk of ice out of thin air, said, "He eats your pizza pockets, too? Ugh, that's so annoying, isn't it?"

"Yes," Caitlin said, walking over to a drawer and handing her a towel to wrap around the ice.

"I buy you more," Other Cisco said, pressing the ice pack to his nose.

"I do too!" Cisco said. 

"Not the point," Caitlin said primly, joining Cisco at the work station. "Now that we're all slightly less confused, what's going on here?"

"Look, we come in peace," Other Cisco said. "We're just dipping in to nab a fugitive from our earth and we'll be out of your admittedly excellent hair."

“As soon as we figure out where he went,” Other Caitlin muttered. “And who he looks like now.”

Mollified somewhat - he did have excellent hair today - Cisco asked, "Did you drop in about ten minutes after him? Like say, half an hour ago? Our satellites picked up two breaches."

"Yep, that was us. Satellites?"

Caitlin leaned over. "You said a shapeshifter? Is it Hannibal Bates, by any chance?"

"Yeah, how'd you know? Is his doppelganger still around on this earth?"

Cisco avoided looking at Caitlin. "No, he's gone, but we had . . .  a few pretty bad experiences with him."

"Anything we can do to help you nab him," Caitlin said. "Let us know."

"That would be great," Other Caitlin said. "Four minds are better than two, right?"

Other Cisco pulled the ice pack away from his nose, which had stopped bleeding. "Especially when it's ours. You said you have satellites? That pick up breaches?"

"Hell, yeah, you wanna see?"

"Oh, do I ever."

A day later, they waved goodbye as their doubles, along with a firmly detained Hannibal Bates, jumped through a breach back to their earth.

Cisco flopped back into his usual chair. "That was something, wasn't it?"

"Definitely at least a seven on our weird scale," Caitlin said.

"I'd go with seven-point-five," Cisco said. "With the whole being married and stuff."

She went a little pink but said airily, "I guess that just goes to show how big the multiverse is."

"Uh-huh." He studied her. "So, uh, when they first got here . . ."

"Yes?"

"Why did you punch him in the nose?"

"I told you," she said, pulling open a drawer to re-fold gauze pads, which was something she did when she wanted to avoid a conversation. "He startled me."

"How?"

"Does it matter?"

"Well, it's just that I have this theory and I want to know if I'm right."

Her eyes slid his way. "What's that?"

"When she first walked in, your double kissed me hello."

This time her whole head whipped around. "Wait, she what? She did?"

"Yep. Which makes me think he might have said hello to you the same way."

She was completely red now, right up to the hairline. "He - he did, in fact."

"And you punched him?"

"He just up and kissed me without any warning!" she said. "Which, I understand now, is perfectly reasonable since he thought I was his wife, but . . ." She made a face. "Bad memories."

"Yeah, I get that, " Cisco said. Caitlin hadn't admitted it to him for years, but he'd finally heard all about how Bates-as-Barry had up and laid one on her without any warning, too. "So, uh - " He toyed with a stray pencil. "If I were to kiss you . . . would I get a sock in the schnoz?"

She turned and studied him for a long moment. He held his breath.

Not that he'd never had the thought before, but he'd always told himself that they were friends and they worked best that way. But seeing their married doppelgangers had given him a whole lot of food for thought over the past twenty-four hours and change.

He wondered if Caitlin had been thinking along the same lines.

"Well?" he said when she failed to answer.

"Not if you asked me first," she said. There was a challenge in her eyes.

He rolled his chair right up to hers. "Caitlin?"

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

She smiled at him. "Please do."

He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. She leaned into him, returning the kiss. 

This time, his brain just went :D :D :D

FINIS

[theres13ghostsinmyattic-blog]

My dream this morning:

So, I was with one of my friends in this woman's house. Idk her. And I am in Velcro shoes because I can't tie shoe laces. (I can but in the dream I couldn't and that used to be a problem for me so I think I was about 8 in the dream?) And then we are leaving but my Velcro comes undone and I have to bend down to stick it down. But my friend is already walking off and he walks really fast so I try and ignore it but I can't. So I bend down and Stick it down. My brother walks past me with about 5 girls with him. He looks at me and I smile before standing up and walking away. There's these people in the street and they're in my way but I have to get through to find my friend because Idk the way home. So I push through them really rudely tbh. But I can't find my friend so I walk quicker. And as I walk down a street, there's a corner thing. And I see a guy that looks like Hugh Dancy and I was going to look at him to see if it was but then I noticed another guy. He could be about 19. He's got long hair and he's in a denim jacket. He smiles at me and because I am polite, I smile back. He seems to take that as an invitation to approach me. He's holding a packet of drugs I think. And he's offering it. And he just won't go away. He steps in front of me and he just won't take No for an answer. I don't want drugs. So I run. And I enter this shopping centre. And he forces some drugs in my mouth but I spit them out and run into this costume shop and find a guy in a cop costume and I tell him to pretend to be a real cop. I drag him out of the shop and point at the drug dealer and he runs off. The cop guy asks if I am alright. I have a mini mental breakdown about being lost and alone. But O walk away and I see this woman. Idk why I chose her but I went up to her and explained what had just happened and that I am going to have to find my way home. And I ask if she has any pepper spray. She does and gives it to me. And I'm like thanks and I have a mini breakdown then too. Then as I am walking through this shopping centre, the Hugh Dancy lookalike taps my shoulder and says hey. And I turn around like "Wi- Hugh. Um. You look like a guy I know." 😂 and he's like cool story bro. And he says he saw what happened and he asks if I know how to get home and I'm like no. And he says he'll drive me home. And I am not am idiot so I'm like. "No. You're a stranger." And he says, ,"I'm Hugh Dancy." And I'm like dubious. So I look into his eyes. I inspect his hands. And I tell him to smile to see those sharp teeth. And I'm like, "Okay. Show me your drivers license or something with your name on it." And he is about to when the drug dealer and he now has friends come and say I narked on them. And in holding the pepper spray behind my back and I am stood in front of Will (Idgaf Hugh) to protect him? And I tell them to leave but they won't and then one of them gets all up in my face and I'm like "I swear, I am a good person" before I pepper spray him. His friends get riled up so I grab Hugh and I say "I don't care if you're going to kidnap or kill me. You're being nice so come on and drive me home." And we run to his car and he starts driving. Then he gives me his driving license and it says Hugh Dancy obvs. And I think that he could've been told that he looks like Hugh before so he has a fake one. But I'm like ehh. He's been nice so who cares. So I tell him my address and he puts it in the GPS and it gives him directions. And then it says to turn right but he doesn't so I say, "I think you were supposed to turn right." And he says, "Sorry. I was day dreaming." And he turns down the GPS so it isn't speaking, just showing directions.

I say "You shouldn't day dream and drive." And he laughs nicely.

Then he puts on the radio and it's a song I like so I jam to it. And he's like "Do you want to talk about anything?" And I am like "Sure but Idk what." And he points to my selfharm scars and He's like , "How about those?" And I am like "I only talk about those things with my best friend." And he nods. Then after a bit he goes "How come you were so afraid of the drugs?" And I go "My brother has overdosed accidentally on drugs more times than I care to count and my heads already a mess. I dont need drugs messing it up further." And he is like "A mess?" And I'm just like "Yeah. Childhood family trauma. That shit. Nothing important." And he is silent for the rest of the car ride. Then we stop and I am like "This is not my house." And he's like "Yeah. I've kidnapped you." And I visibly put one leg over the other to make is clear that he will not be going there. And he's like "No not like that. I want to care and father you." And I'm like "Okay sure. But my parents aren't all bad. I mean, there was that one time with my dad but he apologised and he was drunk. They do drink A lot I guess. Alcoholics kinda but they're not all bad. I mean, my mum kinda destroys my self esteem but they're okay." And he's like "Well, I'm your father now." And I'm like "So do you want me to call you dad?" And he's like "You can call me what you want." And so we get out and go inside. I left the pepper spray in the car. So I get settled in the house and then I leave my room one day and in the living room, Mads is there. And I'm like "Hello, Han-Doct- err. Hello." 😂 as you do.

And I interrupted Will going on about having adopted me. And he's saying to Hannibal, While I am walking into the kitchen, "Yeah. So I adopted her--" and I say "Don't call me her. Umm. I've been meaning to tell you that I am a transgender boy." And Hannibal (😂😂) is like "That's nice. Hugh always wanted a son." And Hugh is like "Yeah. That's true." And then I drink my tea while they have random convos. And then I look at them and they're just smiling at each other pretty dopey. I say "You two do realise that I ship Hannigram so hard and this is possibly the greatest moment of my entire life,right?. I need to take a picture for Tumblr.". And they laugh and they're like, "Sure. Get your phone and we'll pose." 😂 and I'm like holy shit greatest moment of my life. So I get my phone and Will kisses Hanni's cheek in the pic and I put it on Tumblr for all shippers. And then somehow I'm in bed and like I'm dreaming about that drug dealer and in the dream dream I scream, "He's trying to give me drugs!" And I scream that in the dream like it woke dream me up and then it woke me up. I literally half shouted that when I was waking up. Im just glad my parents are out. Idk How You explain that. 😂

[especially-heinous-ada]

Mankiller, Pt. 1

Hello, Tumblr world! It is with great pleasure that I finally unveil the first chapter of my brand spanking new Hannibal Au! Focused on Dr. Chilton and a mysterious female OC. I’m so excited to share my idea with you all, and I hope you enjoy it. In this chapter, the story begins...

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Click, clack. Click, clack.

The hallway was as dark and quiet as it was empty. It had an almost eerie quality to it.

Drama queens. Always have to create ‘ambience.’ She scoffed as she drew ever-nearer to her destination.

Click, clack. Click, Clack. Her steps echoed through the halls as her stilettos struck the cold, stone tile. Her flowing dress billowed behind her as she moved swiftly, like a woman on a mission.

She reached the end of the hallway, where she pushed open a set of black double doors. They groaned loudly, announcing her arrival to the room’s occupants. At a massive, wooden table sat three men in suits.

“Hmph.” She pulled out a chair and slunk into it gracefully, alone at the far end of the table.

“Wouldn’t you rather come closer?” Called one of the men from across the table. “You look awfully lonely down there, Mankiller.” She rolled her eyes.

“I actually prefer being alone, thanks.”

“Suit yourself. Frigid bitch.” He called back. The man seated in the center waved him down. His face was familiar. He was the one always present whenever she received an assignment. They called him Jay.

“We’ve done this song and dance plenty of times before, so I won’t bother with the pandering formalities. The government has utilized your…services…many times over the years. I understand, now, that you are looking to get out of the business? Slip into the darkness and not be bothered?”

She sighed loudly, sitting back in her chair and crossing her legs.

“That is what I told your boss, yes. So why exactly am I here?”

“Same reason as always. There’s a threat, and we need it eliminated.”

“Boring. And you can’t just order your lackeys to do it, becaaaause….?”

“He’s murdered everyone who’s tried. Anyone who comes close to discovering his identity mysteriously disappears, only to reappear with pieces missing. So they’re bringing in the big guns for one last mission.”

She sat up straight in her chair, uncrossing her legs. He’d piqued her interest—it was obvious by her reaction. Now that he had her attention, he continued.

“These pieces… they’re internal organs, mostly. Not just a foot, or an arm—and not just a simple disemboweling where he takes everything out. No. He’s taking the time and effort to cut them open and remove certain, particular pieces.”

“You’re thinking he’s a cannibal.”

“Precisely. He’s operating out of a very specific region. He never goes too far, so he must be rooted in the community somewhere. There’s an FBI investigator on the case, but they can’t seem to crack it.”

“Oh, no. How shocking!” She snarked. Jay ignored her, used to the attitude by now.

“They’ve got a special detective working with them—some weirdo named Will Graham. He’s given some good insight, but we don’t have any solid leads, so they’re just ideas floating around in space.” He slid a file across the table.

“Every lead turns out to be a dead end, so they have no idea of his true identity. That’s where the legendary Mankiller comes in.”

“You want me to figure out who he is, then eliminate him.”

“Precisely.” She raised an eyebrow, then glanced down at the file, not bothering to open it.

“This freak got a name?”

“They’re calling him the Chesapeake Ripper.”

“A bit melodramatic.”

“You haven’t seen the crime scene photos. He’s causing mass hysteria.”

She scoffed.

“What do you say, Mankiller? One last mission?”

“If I do this, will you finally leave me alone? I’m sick of playing cleanup crew after the government’s sloppy work.” She said caustically, folding her arms as she met his gaze.

“If you do this, you can have anything you want. Just name it.”

Some goddamn peace and quiet would be nice. She thought before standing.

“Fine. I’ll do it. You owe me big for this one. I expect a big, fat retirement bonus at the end of this.” She said, grabbing the file off the table before turning and sweeping out of the room.

Click, clack. Click, clack. She set off down the cold hallway once again, opening up the file to peruse its contents, looking for a starting point.

Where to begin? She thought, quickly thumbing through pages of documents. She stopped when she saw a picture stapled to the top of what appeared to be a psychiatric report.

“The Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. That’s a mouthful.” She let out a single chuckle. The document purported to be an analyzation of the Chesapeake Ripper’s psychological condition. Uninterested in the pretentious psychobabble splayed across the pages, she continued to flip through to find the author.

“Dr. Frederick Chilton. Never heard of him…Why don’t I start by paying the good doctor a visit?” She suspected he knew more than he was letting on in his rather brief report. Snapping the file shut, she strode down the hall. As annoying as it was to deal with the government’s favorite meatheads, she had to admit: the Mankiller always felt best when on an assignment. The more dangerous, the better. She smiled, feeling the rush of the hunt return once more. It’d been almost a year since she’d taken an assignment and she’d nearly forgotten the thrill of it all.

“Look out, Ripper. Here I come.”

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-The Next Day- The Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane

As she stepped into the hospital, the Mankiller felt uneasy. She was never a fan of hospitals, or psychiatric wards. She suspected that if they could, Jay’s higher-ups might try to throw her in a place like this. Not that they could, of course. They needed her too much. Not to mention the fact that when they first started begging her to take assignments, she’d cleverly insisted they grant her immunity for all crimes—future, present and past. She smiled.

Sometimes, I even impress myself.

As she strode up to the front desk, she found two men conversing behind it. One wore a plan white dress shirt, no tie. He had plain, black hair buzzed short, and wore an unremarkable pair of plastic, black-rimmed glasses. A subordinate.

The other man was much more ostentatious, both in dress and manner. He wore an impressively stylish double-breasted suit, which she surmised must have cost a rather pretty penny. His hair was also dark, but longer, and gelled into a fashionable style. He wore a full beard, but it was meticulously groomed. It was obvious he cared very much about appearances.

Of the two, she deduced it would be most beneficial to approach the more flamboyant man. It was clear to her that he must be some sort of supervisor. That, combined with his overt attempts to appear attractive and successful made him a much easier target to manipulate, when compared to his subordinate, who’d be much too concerned about following rules or losing his minimum wage job.

“Hello.” She greeted pleasantly. The two kept talking, and she sighed. It looked like she was going to have to bring out the big guns. She leaned over the top of the desk, making her cleavage prominently visible, then cleared her throat.

“Excuse me, would one of you handsome men be able to help me?” She smiled. At that, the men turned to face her, finally breaking from their conversation. They seemed irritated at first, but quickly changed their tune after they had a moment to observe her.

“Certainly, I can help you with whatever you need; I am General Administrator of this facility.” The well-dressed man boasted, as predicted. “What can I do for you?”

“That’s very kind of you, Mr. Administrator.” The Mankiller smiled. “You see, I’m looking for someone here.”

“A doctor, or a patient?” The man asked curiously.

“Doctor.”

“Which doctor? Do you have an appointment?” The assistant butted in. The Administrator waved him down with an annoyed look.

“I’m looking for a Dr. Chilton?” The Administrator smiled spryly.

“Well, you’ve found him.” He replied, motioning to himself. “What did you need?”

“Actually, I’d really just like to speak to you, if that’s alright? Um, privately?” She was really laying it on thick now; giving the sexy voice, shooting him the steamy bedroom eyes, looking him up and down, the works. She was only partially acting; he was actually quite attractive, especially for a man in this line of work. She’d been expecting a grey-haired old fogey.  

His eyes widened slightly and one eyebrow rocketed upward to his forehead. He stuttered for a moment before managing a coherent response.

“Well, I don’t have any appointments scheduled until this afternoon… I suppose that would be alright. Follow me.”

Worked like a charm. Sure, seducing men with some cleavage and eye batting was cliché, but it was that way for a reason—it worked. Every. Damn. Time. Dr. Chilton should be thankful that he’s not my target, or he’d have just signed his own death warrant...with his penis.

She found the thought amusing and stifled a chuckle as Dr. Chilton stopped in front of a black wooden door with gold accents. He reached in his pocket to pull out his key and unlocked it, swinging it open and motioning for her to go inside. She thanked him and stepped in in front of him. He followed, carefully closing the door behind them.

“Feel free to have a seat wherever you’d—oh.” He’d turned to find her sitting, with her legs crossed, on top of his desk.

“Sorry, is this inappropriate?” She smiled salaciously.

“Perhaps. But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, if you won’t.” He winked.

I’ve got him now. She scooted back on his desk, dangling her legs off the side, and threw her head back, letting him look her over without being watched.

“What exactly are you here for?” Dr. Chilton asked, approaching the mysterious woman. She looked so sensual sitting there on top of his desk; her mere act of existing was turning him on. Why was she here? How did she know him? Was she a fan? Did he even have fans? If he did, he hoped they all looked like this.

Her long, tanned legs dangled off the edge of his desk, crossed delicately. On her feet were a pair of black stilettos whose heels looked positively deadly. Her dress was rather short and exposed the majority of her perfect legs. If it rode up any further, not much would be left to the imagination. The flowy fabric clung to all the right places, accentuating her ample curves. It took all the strength he had within him simply to prevent himself from displaying his arousal as she turned her gaze upon him.

“I’m here because I need you.” She responded, sounding purposely suggestive.

“Need me for what?” Chilton pressed, swallowing hard.

“I think you can figure that out.” She winked.

“…But you didn’t even know what I looked like when you showed up.” He said, frowning. Damn, he’s got me there.

“I…need some information.”

“About?”

“The Chesapeake Ripper.” She admitted, deciding to be direct. He scoffed.

“After the last person came knocking about the Ripper, I elect to pretend he doesn’t exist with new callers.” Maybe he wasn’t as much of a pushover as she’d originally thought. This might require her to fight dirty.

“Fair enough. If you don’t want to talk, well…I came here to pick your brain, but once I got a look at the rest of you…I knew I wanted to play with more than just your mind.” She stood, drawing closer to him. As she grew nearer, Chilton found himself holding his breath. It was like seeing a majestic, mythical creature up close.  

She grabbed him by his suit jacket and backed up, returning to the desk and bringing him with her. She sat down on the edge of the desk once more, legs spread, pulling his full body against her. One hand left his jacket and pulled him in by his tie. She pressed her lips against his.

Oh, my god. Am I dreaming? Chilton wondered to himself. Indeed, he’d had dreams like this before, but this was much too real. He could smell the sweetness of her perfume, like cotton candy. He could feel the softness of her mouth, the warmth of her body pressed against him. He kissed back fervently. If this was a dream, he hoped he’d never wake up.

Oh, my god. She thought as Chilton began to kiss her back. He’s actually a really good kisser. She hadn’t counted on that. She felt him raise his hand, intertwining his fingers with her hair.

Holy shit. This is actually really hot…but I’m on a mission, she reasoned.

She felt herself moan into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

Well, I suppose there’s no harm in having a little fun?

She threw her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against him, arousing a small groan from him. He leaned forward into her, pushing her back onto the desk. She threw caution to the wind and let her hands roam over his body, exploring him, when suddenly his intercom buzzed.

She came back to her senses, pulling away from his kisses. She glanced up from his lips to his eyes. They were a beautiful green-tinted hazel, and she found herself wishing she hadn’t noticed as she averted her gaze.  

“As fun as this has been, I have to go. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.” She said, sliding off the desk from underneath him, thoroughly embarrassed at her lapse in focus. She made toward the door, wanting to escape as quickly as possible.

“Wait!” Chilton called after her, wincing to himself after he did. Was he making this decision with the head on his shoulders, or the one she had just so thoroughly excited? She froze just before reaching the door, turning to face him. She wore a blank expression, hiding her feelings—not wanting to let her guard down again.

“If you go to dinner with me, I’ll tell you everything I know about the Ripper.” A tiny little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before disappearing so quickly he wondered if he’d imagined it.

“Deal.” She responded. “I’ll call you to make arrangements.”

“You don’t know my number.”

“I’ll call here.”

“How will I know it’s you, and I should answer? I don’t even know your name.” He reasoned.

“Uh, Sylvia.” She answered, feeling flustered. “I really do have to go now.” She lied, pushing the door open and power-walking down the hall.

What the hell was that?!?! She screamed internally.

In all her years as an assassin, never once had she felt even an inkling of emotion for a man she’d seduced on the job. Now here was this smug doctor, making her heart pitter patter like she was a virginal schoolgirl. He’d even gotten her flustered enough to blurt out her real name. She hadn’t answered to anything other than Mankiller in years, and that was how she liked it; she’d erased any trace of her real identity long ago.

Perhaps this last assignment would be more difficult than anticipated, she feared as she began to wonder how she should handle her next encounter with Dr. Chilton. Perhaps this time, she’d bitten off more than even she could chew.

Back in his office, Dr. Chilton sighed heavily before answering the intercom’s sixth buzz.

“What is it, Johnathan? This better be good.”

“Sir, Jack Crawford is here to see you, and he brought Will Graham.” With a groan, he pressed the intercom button once more to respond.

“Send them in.”

As Sylvia hurried toward he hospital exit, she happened to notice a familiar face.

Oh, no. What’s he doing here? She tried to hide her face, but there was no denying he’d seen her. Why the hell was Jack Crawford here? At this precise moment?

“Well, well. What brings you here?” He said suspiciously. Jack was one of only a handful of men alive today who knew the Mankiller’s true identity.

“I assure you, Jack, it is absolutely none of your business.” Sylvia smiled pleasantly, though she allowed her irritation to seep into her words as a warning. He opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted.

“Dr. Chilton will see you now.” The assistant from earlier announced. Jack closed his mouth in a frown before walking away, electing not to say anything at all. Sylvia smirked as she made her exit, though she knew she hadn’t seen the last of Jack Crawford.

I’ve only been here one day, and yet, what a web I’ve spun for myself. This is shaping up to be my most entertaining assignment yet.

[maydei]

hannibal gets cat

this one got a little long, so you can also [read on ao3]

Will lets himself in—that much is normal. He can hear the distant sounds of Hannibal rustling about the kitchen when he does, though the foyer is empty. 

Except that it’s not.

Will goes stock-still. It’s clear the little thing is as shocked to see him as he is to see it. It’s only a shape, a tiny shadow hiding under the antique table where Hannibal keeps his keys. It’s all-black, though the color of its eyes are a mystery. All he can see is the tapetum lucidum shining at just the right angle, staring at him balefully from where it cowers. 

“Hannibal,” Will says, and knows Hannibal will hear him. “You’ve got a, um. Cat. In your entryway.” God help the poor thing if it’s gotten in by accident. It looks frightened enough that it may be a distinct possibility. Will crouches and holds out his hand, rubs his thumb and index fingers together to beckon it closer. It does not budge.

No surprise. Will’s a dog person, not a cat person. Dogs trust easy. Cats are wary, and they know fellow predators when they see them.

Hannibal emerges from the kitchen, chef’s apron belted around his waist. It’s immaculate, even with the flour coating Hannibal’s hands. The rest of him is austere. Commanding as always. Even in his home, he is alarmingly professional. He doesn’t comment that Will has foregone a hello. He doesn’t comment on the cat. Instead, he searches it out with his eyes; blinks slowly when he sees it, and makes a clicking sound with his tongue. 

As though summoned, the cat hustles. It does not stop for Hannibal to pet, but obediently sprints past him into the kitchen. 

Will’s never known Hannibal to allow just anyone or anything into his kitchen. Hell, most days, Will barely feels like he’s allowed there. 

“Please don’t tell me you named it Schrodinger,” Will says.

At long last, Hannibal smiles. It’s privately fond, the secret one he saves only for Will. “If I did?”

“You’d be disowned,” Will replies. He grins at Hannibal and shakes his head as he passes, brushes shoulders with him as they enter the kitchen. The warmth there is not only from the toils of cooking, but from the sense of belonging Will feels as he crosses the threshold. Hannibal already has a glass of wine waiting beside the chair in the corner. 

Hannibal chuckles. He returns to his pan as Will sinks into his seat. When he looks up, the cat is on the counter. Will’s heart nearly stops. Hannibal clucks his tongue disapprovingly, but obligingly snags something from the cutting board and holds it out for the creature to sniff. It does so daintily, and takes the offering from his fingers. When Hannibal lifts the cat from the counter and sets it on the floor, it trots away with its prize—a nameless piece of gristle held between its teeth.

Will does not have to ask what it is.

Instead, he tips his head back and starts to laugh at the flour hand prints on the cat’s pelt, which will inevitably be groomed away later. Hannibal shoots him a look over his shoulder as he goes to wash.

“I take it back,” Will says. He grins as he takes a sip of the wine—white this time, crisp and dry. “You’re just as bad as I am.”

“Then I’ve learned from the best.” The water turns off, and Hannibal pats his hands dry. Now that he’s unburdened from the mess, he approaches, and Will rises to meet him in the middle. 

The kiss is slow, but Will feels less hesitant now that he’s here. Hannibal’s palms on his waist are a comforting weight. The touch of his lips tastes like the same wine Will’s been drinking. He’d usually allow himself to be lost by this, but Will can’t help but grin. He laughs, and it breaks them apart—Hannibal keeps him close, and though his expression is faintly put-out, Will can tell he’s happy.

“But seriously,” Will murmurs against Hannibal’s mouth. “Please tell me its name isn’t Schrodinger.”

Hannibal shakes his head with a secret curve of his lips. “No. She’s been wandering the neighborhood for several days now. I believe someone abandoned her.” There’s a flicker in his eyes that Will recognizes. If Hannibal ever finds out who left that poor cat, nothing short of divine intervention will save them. “But in the storm last night, I thought of you. What you told me of Winston. All I had to do was open the door, and when I stood aside, she simply came in without asking.” 

Will’s grin widens. “Hope you didn’t name her after me.”

Hannibal shakes his head again, squeezes Will’s waist fondly and directs him toward the sink, gently pushes him away and returns to his task. “Her name is Dharma. Wash up. I’ll need your help tonight.”

It takes a moment. Will’s hands are thoroughly lathered, and Hannibal has returned to the cutting board by the time the words sink in, and he loses it. 

“Dharma?” He asks, and can barely breathe for laughing so hard as he rounds on Hannibal. “Like the kid’s book with the cat and the monk, that Dharma?”

Hannibal’s lips press into a thin line, but there’s a flash in his eyes and Will knows that he’s been caught. “Like the cosmic philosophy.”

“And the book about the cat. Jesus.” Will swipes at his eyes with the back of his hand; his jaw hurts from grinning. “You might as well have named her Garfield.”

“Will, really,” he huffs. Will knows he’s lucky Hannibal likes him so much. No one else would get away with giving him such a hard time. But Will abruptly thinks twice about it when Hannibal says, “And to think I was going to ask for help naming the others.”

Will freezes. “Others?” 

There is a tiny thunder of feet, and two kittens come barreling into the room. They stumble over one another and slide across the floor, come to a halt with an exchange of hisses. One sees Hannibal and bolts to him, and immediately ascends the column of his leg with tiny claws. 

Hannibal sighs and plucks it free; holds its tiny, fuzzy body in the palm of his hand, and sets it on the floor. The other kitten coils around Will’s ankle and purrs.

“Kittens,” Will says dumbly. “You have a cat and kittens.”

“Like I said,” Hannibal replies, and sounds defeated. “I learned from the best.”

[slashyrogue]

There were many ways for an alpha to find an omega. 

Mating apps and matchmaking services were meant more for those who wanted a mate. There were hookup apps, sure, but Will doesn’t like the idea of putting his face out there like that so the old fashioned bar crawl is the most effective. 

He doesn’t go out searching for slick every night or anything, mostly every few weekends, and keeps his hookups to quick fucks in bathroom stalls or sometimes even the back of his car. Gender doesn’t matter, just scent, and he always left them wanting more he wouldn’t give. 

“I...I don’t do relationships.” 

The disappointed smiles should’ve made him feel bad, but really Will knew he wasn’t meant for a mate. 

His fucked up mind aside, the life he led was a solitary one and he was perfectly fine with indulging in slick whenever the need arose. 

Will didn’t think he’d ever find an omega he wanted to keep. 

Which was why the first time he saw Hannibal Lecter caught him by surprise. 

There was an air about Hannibal the first time you saw him, like time stopped, and when the world started up again you hardly remembered to breathe. Will catches him coming out of the men’s room at Devour, one of his favorite bars, and he’s so surprised he nearly drops the hand of the omega leading him into the nearest stall. 

“Good evening,” he says, eyeing Will up like a piece of meat, “Or...enjoy your evening I should say.” 

Will blinks at him, stumbles, and the blonde omega pulls on his hand hard bringing Will back to his senses while the scent of the one who left lingers in his nose like it had been planted there. He fucks the man hard, grunting as he closes his eyes and imagines the man who’d just left under him. Will shudders as he comes, nearly biting into the neck of the blonde, and opens his eyes in shock when he hears the blonde’s voice. 

“Fuck...so good,” the blonde said, “Thank you, Daddy.” 

He waits for his knot to go down, dazed, and when the blonde leaves Will sits on the stall in shock with the condom hanging off his cock. 

What the hell had just happened? 

Will cleans up and goes home, his mind still filled with the other omega. 

The omega, who he later names Suit, gets him hard again as he showers. He jerks off fast, eyes shut, and comes so hard he nearly blacks out. 

Something was wrong. 

Will was lost in thoughts after that first encounter, so much that he found himself going to Devour every single night for a week straight but never seeing Suit again. 

He doesn’t hookup with anyone, let alone an omega, and jerks off to memories of a split second encounter that haunts him for far too long to be normal. 

When he does see Suit again it’s at another bar, almost a month later. 

Will gets off work barely coherent that night, mind still full of blood and guts, which makes it strange he goes into a bar at all but he needs the distraction. Or rather, the warmth of a sweet smiling omega under him. 

He doesn’t let himself think of Suit. 

Suit, he’s almost sure, was a mirage. 

No omega smells that good or wears suits that nice would ever step foot in a hook up bar like Devour. 

The bar Will goes to that night is called Hemingway. He doesn’t normally go for these types of places but it’s not far from work and maybe he’ll find someone in a suit. 

He sits down at the bar, orders a whiskey sour, and looks around the room. 

It’s mostly couples, all wearing expensive shit, and for a minute he almost goes home. 

Thirty minutes later he smells a scent he’s long since told himself he imagined. 

Suit sits down three stools away from him and orders a glass of wine. He talks to the bartender like they’re best friends, and Will’s entire body can hardly handle the wait. 

This type of omega didn’t go for alphas like him. 

Not even to hookup with. 

Will watches Suit like a lost puppy, shaking, and can’t find it in himself to approach. 

He knows his night is a bust now but can’t bring himself to leave so he just stays. No one comes near him, not for the next few hours, and when he finally has to take a piss he wrenches away from the stool to the bathroom. 

The cold water on his face after he goes doesn’t seem to help the heat that feels like it’s seeped into him so he tries to take a few deep breaths. 

“Just breathe,” he whispers into the mirror, staring at the messed state of his clothes and hair. 

No wonder no one’s approached him. 

Will goes to leave the bathroom nearly in tears, cock aching, and heads for the door only to have it open before he can leave. 

Suit. 

Suit stands there, smiles, but doesn’t move. 

“Hello again.” 

Will blinks. 

“Um...” 

Suit walks Will back into the bathroom by the sheer force of his gaze. He clutches the sink’s edge, cheeks flushed, and stares at him in surprise. 

“Do you not remember me?” 

Will licks his lips. “No, I...I do.” 

His smile widens and he holds out his hand. 

Will’s entire body seems to come to life as they touch. “Dr. Hannibal Lecter.” 

“Hannibal...” Will whispers. 

“Yes,” Hannibal says, smiling still, “And you are?” 

“Will,” he breathes out, “Will Graham.” 

“You wrote the standard monograph on time of death by insect activity,” Hannibal says, making Will blink at him stupidly. 

“Um...yeah, I...why are you...” 

“I love your work,” he says, holding Will’s hand still, “It’s a very well written, I’ve read it several times. The attention to detail is just...astonishing.” 

“Why?” Will says, feeling stupid, “What...” 

Hannibal breathes in deep and Will watches his cheeks turn red. 

“Will...” 

Will can’t seem to let go. “This is gonna sound stupid,” he whispers, “But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the time at Devour. I was so sure you were something I made up in my head that I---” 

Hannibal kisses him before Will can finish, his hands on Will’s cheeks, and Will moans so loud he’s sure everyone outside can hear despite being muffled. He turns them around and presses Hannibal against the door, growling, and can smell the sweet scent of his slick already. 

“Fuck....” 

“I do believe,” Hannibal gasps, griping his shoulders, “We’ve run into a truly miraculous event.” 

Will starts to pepper his neck with kisses, sucking marks as he goes, and hardly can stop himself from biting down. “What?” 

“The first time,” Hannibal sighs, clutching him still, “I thought your scent was pleasant but I did not get the opportunity to...” he moans, “Smell you unencumbered such as now. I...I do believe we’re true mates.” 

He growls, ripping open Hannibal’s shirt and not caring that the buttons scatter around the room. “Not real,” he whispers, licking and biting as he goes, “True mates are a manufactured myth that...” 

Hannibal grips his hair, whimpering as Will’s tongue tickles his belly button. 

“We’re recklessly about to have intercourse in the bathroom of a very high class bar and grill,” Hannibal says, shaking as Will opens his pants, “And yet neither of us seems to care about indecency. What other reason is there?” 

Will turns him around roughly, ripping off Hannibal’s suit coat, and pulling down his pants and briefs exposing his ass. “You smell so good,” Will sighs, hands going around to tease Hannibal’s nipples, “You feel....” 

“Alpha...please,” Hannibal whimpers, “Please....” 

He barely thinks when he opens his own pants and pulls out his cock. Hannibal is dripping already, so eager, and he smells so fucking good that Will can’t stop himself from thrusting inside. They both cry out, no longer caring even a little, and he starts to fuck him in earnest as the door moves like someone wants to get inside. 

“Hello? Excuse me? Hello!” 

Will growls, locking the door, and wraps his hand around Hannibal’s cock stroking with every thrust. 

“Will,” Hannibal sighs, “I’ve never felt so full...” 

He smashes his mouth to Hannibal’s as he continues, desperate to join them together, and when he feels Hannibal spill in his hand he growls in triumph still thrusting and breaks for breath staring into Hannibal’s eyes. 

“Mine,” he moans, “Oh god, Hannibal I...” 

“Alpha...” Hannibal gasps, “Don’t stop, don’t---” 

Will sucks on his neck, teeth aching, and when he comes can’t stop himself from biting down. 

Hannibal shudders and comes again in his hand, whimpering, and when Will’s knot fills he collapses against him. 

They pant for breath after, still shaking, and Will nuzzles his neck. 

“I think you’re right,” he whispers, laughing, “I...I’m sorry.” 

“Mmm,” Hannibal sighs, “Why?” 

“I just...I bit you. Now you can’t be rid of me.” 

Hannibal turns to smile at him. “Promise?” 

He smiles back. “You---” 

The door rattles again. 

“OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW BEFORE WE CALL THE POLICE!” 

“TRUE MATES!” Will yells. 

The noise stops. “That...” 

Will licks the blood from Hannibal’s bite, ignoring any further interruption. 

“You don’t know what you’re in for,” he says, “I...I’m not...” 

Hannibal grabs his hand and squeezes. “We’re true mates, Will. Nothing you could say would make me any less happy than I do right now.” 

Will smiles. 

“Promise?” 

There was apparently one more way for an alpha to find an omega. 

And now, he had his.