#working on an boat engine so he Can sail across the sea to find Hannibal

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"I wasn't decided when I called him. I just called him. I decided when I heard his voice"

?? Hello?? ? most underrated line in the show???

That is some romance movie shit right there I'm so serious

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Fic Snippet

CW : Merman Hannibal . Mentions of Disposal of a Body . Dismembered Body

Current WIP

Working Title : Pearls and Paisley

Pairing : Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

This fic will be a fill for one of my bingo prompts - Accidental Exhibitionism

When a human finds their way to Hannibal's cove he becomes fascinated by them.

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Hannibal is relaxing in his personal hideaway - a natural cave created over eons by water eroding the cliff that sprawls into the edges of the ocean, an outcrop of rock spilling into the sea in a crescent shape hides the mouth of his cave from prying eyes and creates a large calm pool sheltered from the wilder waves of the open sea. He lays back on the smooth rock beneath his shoulders, soaking up the sun, and absently flexes his tail which makes the turquoise water ripple around his waist.

The sound of a boat engine disturbs his peace, humans don't usually travel this far up the coast line due to the danger the jagged cliffs and rocks pose in the shallow water. His lip twitches in irritation but he doesn't move, unwilling to potentially expose himself needlessly. Thankfully, the boat passes by the mouth of his cove but it slows and purrs to a running stop within his earshot. A symphony of splashes interrupts the chorus of ocean song and Hannibal's lip curls in distaste, it's unfortunately typical of humans to dispose of their trash in the ocean, polluting the beautiful water. After a few moments the splashing subsides and is followed by an almost suspicious silence, then the boat slowly begins to move.

Hannibal's fingers twitch restlessly and he slides into the water so only his head is above the surface. The boat cruises into view, a small personal vessel with the word ‘Nola’ painted on the side, occupied by a single man. Hannibal watches, ever curious, as the man halts the boat in the middle of the cove. He moves around with a calm confidence that doesn't usually speak of having secretly thrown waste into the ocean. He tilts his head as the man steps down onto the small platform at the back of the boat, he kneels and seems to be washing his hands in the water. Hannibal dips his mouth below the surface and his eyebrows raise in surprise to taste faint traces of blood. Even more intrigued by the stranger, Hannibal tracks his every move as the man goes about his vessel, seemingly cleaning and reorganising it. Then the man stops and puts his hands on his hips, he turns his face to the sun and a small smile flickers across his lips - Hannibal finds himself unexpectedly struck by his beauty. Hannibal has never really seen the appeal of humans before, he finds their plain legs unappealing compared to the elegance of a colourful merfolk’s tail, but this man, this man is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Wild dark curls of hair ruffle in the wind at the nape of his neck, a thick stubble decorates his jawline and his pale throat is decorated with faint freckles, he has strong hands and corded forearms that speak of capability and strength. Hannibal is besotted with this stunning creature who has unwittingly wandered into his domain. Before he can even think of acting on his new desire the boat engine strikes up and the man sails out of the cove and out of view.

Hannibal slaps his fluke in irritation and growls softly in his throat, but he decides not to dwell on the loss and swims to investigate exactly what the pretty little human was throwing into the ocean. What he finds is a small frenzy of fish, which will no doubt soon lead to an income of sharks, gathered around several objects scattered within close range on the sea bed. Hannibal swims into the fray to investigate and what he finds takes his breath away - on the sandy floor of the ocean is a human body. It is not intact but instead has been dismembered, upon closer inspection Hannibal finds that the limbs have been disconnected at the joints instead of being cut. He carefully looks over all the remains and grins, how his human killed and butchered this person is impossible to tell, if anyone finds the bones they will have no way of knowing they were murdered. And Hannibal does presume his pretty boy murdered them, why else would you desecrate and dispose of them this way. He drifts away from the feast, the carcass will soon be picked clean by all manner of ocean life. He finds himself even more fascinated with the strange man who drifted into his life and can only hope the man will return.

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Several days later Hannibal is once again languidly floating in his cove when he hears a boat motor, with a sharp flick of his tail he hides within the safety of his cave and the cover its shadow provides. His heart flutters as the bow of a boat enters the cove, ‘Nola’ painted in large letters. He drifts to the edge of the cave, careful to remain behind the edge of darkness that hides him, so he can be as close as possible to his pretty human.

The boat motor stutters to a stop closely followed by the soft splash of an anchor and the cove goes quiet once more. The sides of the boat are low enough for Hannibal to see the fluffy head and ears of a brindle coloured dog wandering confidently around the boat. Hannibal isn't fond of dogs, they're too much like seals - noisy, boisterous, far too inquisitive for their own good and their ability to sense danger makes them a liability. As if on cue, the dog hops up on its back legs, front paws resting on the side of the boat, and for a moment its gaze wanders then finds Hannibal with alarming precision. He tenses and waits for the sharp bark alerting the human to his presence, for the frantic vocalisation of a dog trying to protect its master from a threat. But it doesn't come. Instead the dog just stares at him, tongue lolling out happily as it pants and tilts its head as it observes him. Hannibal hums faintly and watches the dog in turn, its golden fur shines in the sun and the dog seems healthy, the animal is clearly well cared for. His human calls to the dog, his name is apparently Winston, and Hannibal can hear the affection in the man's voice - his love for the dog abundantly clear in his soft gaze and the way his hands gently rub the dog's ears. Hannibal feels a jolt of yearning twist in his gut, he desperately wants to have those nimble hands touch him with such tenderness, a sudden and unfamiliar desire for intimacy making home in his bones.

For the rest of the afternoon Hannibal watches the man and dog as they relax on the boat, bathing in the warm sun and enjoying some fish his human cooks on a small grill. His breath hitches as he watches the man throw off his shirt and slide into the cool water of the cove pool. Hannibal greedily drinks in the sight of his pale, hairless chest as it glistens with droplets of ocean water, small pink nipples that pebble at the temperature change catch his attention and he licks his lips. Hannibal’s heated appreciation is interrupted by Winston jumping into the water, he paddles around his master and occasionally turns towards Hannibal but he never attempts to swim towards him and, surprisingly, doesn't intentionally draw the human’s attention to him either.

All too soon, though it's been hours, his human lifts anchor and leaves the seclusion of the cove. This time, at least, Hannibal is reassured by knowing his boy is likely to return.