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slashyrogue:

Continued from HERE: Part 1 

I shared this on my patreon about two weeks ago but I thought it was time to post the whole thing. As always this is for @shoegazerx who inspires me  so often that her art seems to be catnip to my muses. 

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The puzzle box was one of those pieces that were well known but not known at all.

Will had walked into shops where people offered him plenty of money for the piece but no concrete answers and even the Internet was a bust. Though every previous owner had been brutally murdered or disappeared, just like Will’s mother.

His father had always insisted the box belonged to her, a priceless heirloom that wasn’t to be touched. Most of his mother’s past was just that: not to be touched. He hardly remembered her, vague images of a smile just for him.

If the box had been hers, would the pin faced man know what happened to her? He’d made her scream, Will knew that, but had he killed her as well?

What was behind the portal?

He wanted to know what was beyond the light and not just because he worried for his father.

After days of looking for answers to explain the box, the pin faced man, and the blood, Will decided to start looking through his father’s things.

Robert Graham had never been very open or affectionate a father, though Will wasn’t one to beg for anyone’s attention even now. But he’d drilled into Will the need to keep the right path, the good path, leading Will into his teaching profession and even the need to rescue strays.

After Will found the safe in his father’s closet and began reading the journals, he knew that Robert Graham was not the man he had grown up thinking he was. The very first line he read said it all:

Blood looks black in the moonlight.

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slashyrogue:

shoegazerx:

rough rough HellraiserxHannibal mash-up

We have such sights to show you.

The box is so pretty that he can’t help but want to touch, lifting it off the high shelf in his father’s room.

It’s carved, intricate pieces that remind Will of the wooden puzzles his father has that he’s been told once belonged to his mother “god rest her soul.”

One touch and Will is hooked, working and working till the pieces all fall into place.

He doesn’t expect the portal, the monster, his eyes wide as the man with the pins reaches out to take the box where it fell in Will’s fear.

“Will,” the man’s voice is smooth, “Pity you’re so young. You look just like your mother, I’m certain you scream like her too.”

Will is frozen, the touch to his cheek is like ice.

“Fascination doesn’t go away,” the man says, “I am certain yours won’t either.”

The man disappears and the box closes, Will trembling as he looks at it.

He won’t touch it again.

Of course he won’t.

Years later his father is taken in the night, the words I AM WAITING TO HEAR YOU SCREAM written in blood on the wall though the box sits forgotten on the floor but Will knows.

The man with the pins did this.

He resists the urge to open the box here and now, instead pocketing it in order to start researching.

It could be a lure, his father dead, but Will can’t resist.

He wants to save his father, yes. But the fascination has only gotten stronger.

The first time Hannibal stayed awake to watch Will sleep was out of genuine appreciation.

They had been traveling together for several months before giving into the growing desire between them, a hurried moment of shared weakness that resulted in a truly transcendental experience that he had later immortalized in his memory palace.  

Exhaustion had overtaken Will almost immediately as they’d held each other close, the feel of his even breathing hard to miss.

Hannibal had gently moved his arm to the pillow beside him so as not to disturb Will even a moment, and was caught by the beauty of him illuminated by the candlelight of their room. He’d laid his head on the pillow and stared, eyes wet with happiness, and just watched.

This was Will asleep in his bed.

The sun had come without his knowledge, and he wondered just easy it would to let this love consume him.

Will had no knowledge of that first night and the many nights after it that he’d indulged in his watch. Hannibal was more than content with the fact that he loved Will much more than Will loved him. That was how things should be.

The sleepless nights did little to change his everyday life and as those first few months progressed he thought Will would never discover his late night activity.

He was wrong.

Will had started to frown over breakfast as if deep in thought and the effect quite unsettled him.

Was he unhappy?

Hannibal had found a quiet safe house for them to share deeply hidden away in the Canadian wilderness. He’d seen Will smile more in their short time here than ever before and thought him happy.

Perhaps he wasn’t?

“Will….”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Hannibal blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

“You’re not sleeping,” Will said, “I’ve seen the bags under your eyes and…”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Hannibal lied, “I am sleeping quite well. The best I have in years.”

“Hannibal, I know what you look like tired and what you look like rested. You look…like you did before…well before we killed Dolarhyde. If you’re unhappy…”

Hannibal reached across the table and took his hands. “I am anything but unhappy, Will. I promise you. I…may have been distracted as of late. I didn’t think it noticeable.”

Will sighed. “All we have is each other, of course I’d notice. Why aren’t you…?”

“It’s nothing,” Hannibal said, “I’m sure my sleep patterns will realign soon. Do not worry yourself.”

The conciliatory smile Will gave made him frown. “Okay.”

That night they’d gone to bed without indulging in intercourse, and Hannibal found his watch of Will asleep much less enjoyable.

He lay on his pillow with a large gap between them and after less than an hour turned away to close his eyes.

Sleep did not come to him even then, not until he felt Will stir and pull him close to his chest. His warm breath made Hannibal sigh and a gentle kiss to his cheek felt like a brand.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Will whispered, “Not ever again.”

Hannibal fell asleep quickly and woke to find Will awake deep in watch of him.

“How long have you been awake?”

Will smiled and reached out to touch his chest. “About an hour.”

“I…”

“You were watching me,”  Will accused, “Don’t deny it.”

“I will not.”

“Why?”

“I enjoyed the sight of you in my bed,” he admitted.

Will climbed upon him and looked down, his desire unmistakable.

“I love you,” Will said, “But even this is stretching it. You want to see me in your bed? There are much better times to indulge.”

Hannibal sat up and pulled him close. “Yes, I suppose there are.”

desperatelyseekingcannibals:

Painting By Numbers

Explicit // M/M // PaintByNumbers – Le Chiffre (Casino Royale)/Aiden (Blood and Chocolate) // Tags: omegaverse, alpha/omega, alpha Aiden, omega Le Chiffre, intersex omega, struggling artist Aiden, Sugar Daddy Le Chiffre, wedding hook up, blow jobs, fingering, references to knotting, unexpected reunions
Words: 3522 Chapters: 1/1

Shout out to @insanelyartful for the idea of calling this pairing PaintByNumbers. Massive thanks to @slashyrogue for the prompt!

For @hannigram-a-b-o-library #Summertimeslick role reversal 
and @hannibalcreative #EatTheRare

Alpha Aiden was sure he was going to have a terrible time at the wedding he agreed to accompany his friend to… but then he met the best man. 

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Aiden looked over at Vivian and smiled, trying to hide the excruciatingly terrible time he was having.

He had agreed to be her plus one because she had begged so pitifully, but even doing a good deed for his best friend wasn’t reward enough for going to a wedding. Especially as he’d had to spend money he didn’t have on a new shirt for it. The joys of being a starving artist.

Even so, he wasn’t about to let his unmated omega friend go to a wedding alone. All the unmated alphas would be sniffing around her, and after her recent breakup, it would suck. That didn’t mean Aiden was going to enjoy himself. He’d seen enough shit from his parents to know marriage wasn’t the fairytale that weddings made them out to be and had less than no interest in the whole thing.

He planned to smile and nod and be otherwise pleasant whilst Vivian and the bride – her cousin – danced and laughed with half of the congregation. In fact one of the few people not dancing, Aiden noticed, was the best man.

He sat on the head table, dressed impeccably in a full black suit, shirt and tie, looking bored stiff. Vivian had mentioned him before – the groom’s oldest friend, they didn’t have much in common now but were still very close. And the man didn’t look bored so much as just, not bothered. This was clearly not his sort of thing either, but like Aiden, he was a good friend.

About to turn away, Aiden’s breath hitched when the man looked suddenly straight at him. One eye was glazed and had a scar running through it, but both eyes pierced him. The man titled his head slightly, a motion that at first made him simply look like he was studying Aiden. But after a moment, even over the heated scent of sweat spilling from the active dancefloor, it hit him. The man’s movement had sent a wave of pheromones his way – signalling not just the omega dynamic Aiden had suspected, but also his interest.

Aiden took a deep breath, his eyes slightly wide at the obvious, and dominant, proposition. He couldn’t help his lips curving into a smile. Perhaps the evening wouldn’t be a total bust?

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victorineb:

A little Basic Chickens skinny-dipping fun for @hannigram-a-b-o-library​‘s #SummertimeSlick and @hannibalcreative​‘s #EatTheRare.

 This is dedicated to @desperatelyseekingcannibals​ (who provided the prompt) and @slashyrogue​, who work hard to fill the @hannibal-extended-universe​ with amazing fics. Love you guys <3<3<3

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It’s 5am, the sun is rising and Adam Towers can’t sleep. He’d taken this assignment for the potential respite it offered from the humid, tourist-ridden clusterfuck the City always turned into during July. A quick and easy student/teacher scandal to write up and then three uninterrupted days of good food, good beer, and plenty of pretty postgrads to pick from. Instead, he’d failed to get the interview, had picked a restaurant that couldn’t understand why “such a lovely omega” would want a table for one, and had been rejected for a younger model by the cute alpha he’d spent all night flirting with. And he hadn’t bothered to bring even his most modest knotting toy to help him get off (to sleep, or otherwise).

He flings the covers off, unwilling to lie there with his head spinning any longer. He needs to do something, needs to move, to blow out the cobwebs and start fresh. The weekend’s far from over, after all, and he’s not letting one shitty night spoil the whole thing for him. He briefly considers the gym, but the thought of fluorescent lighting and stale sweat on the recycled air makes him grimace. And then he thinks of the perfect alternative – a gorgeous, natural pool he’d passed on his way back from the disastrous non-interview the day before. He’d been too pissed to explore it at the time (the professor, as well as being a lecherous old man, had turned out to be the kind of sexist dick who thought omegas should stay at home, barefoot and pregnant, instead of reporting on predatory assholes like him), but now the thought of cool water and fresh air is irresistible.

He dresses quickly, jeans and a t-shirt all that are necessary in this heatwave, shoves his phone in one pocket, his keycard in another, and leaves his room to the tender mercies of housekeeping. The pool’s only a fifteen-minute walk and he spends it mentally composing the hatchet job he’s going to do on that reprehensible knothead of a professor once he’s unwound a bit. Been a while since anybody’s tried to do him for libel, and this one would take him past Lounds’ record – assuming she’s still alive and the hot cannibal and his husband haven’t gotten her since they last exchanged emails.

He’s just trying on headlines for size – KNOT FOR TEACHER has potential – when he feels the ground sloping away from him and realises he’s reached his destination. The pool is separated from a cluster of little farm cottages by a thick line of trees, marking the beginning of the forest, and they curve all around the water, a curtain of sturdy branches and leaves that flutter in the gentle breeze. In the dusty-gold light of morning, it’s even more beautiful than he’d remembered, the water tinted green but mirror-clear and glimmering.

He pulls off his shirt, shoes and jeans in quick succession, folding them perfunctorily and sparing a prayer to the god of errant journalists that nobody comes by and snatches his belongings, room key and all. Standing in nothing but a pair of very expensive, very skimpy briefs, he takes a quick look around, just to be sure, but it’s still only half-five and there’s no sign of a single, living soul anywhere nearby. So he strips off his undies and stuffs them into his trouser pocket, then hides the whole lot in the tall grass under a couple of rocks. One final check that he’s alone, and then Adam stretches up into the dappled sunlight, feeling the first touch of warmth on his bare skin, before carefully making his way down the bank and into the cool water.

“Oh holy fuck!”

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There would be a wedding. 


The Prince had finally presented.

Prince Adam was an alpha.

His second gender was a surprise to many as the Prince had very little alpha traits. The King was overjoyed, boasted to anyone and everyone that he’d known all along, and announced Adam’s accomplishment to a crowd of excited subjects the same morning Adam woke with a knot.

His intended, an omegan princess from Yorkia was summoned immediately and preparations began.

Adam on the other hand, wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea he would be married to someone he did not know and forced to try to love them.

An arranged marriage made very little sense to him because it seemed to be more arranged for everyone else but those who married.

He decided that because the Princess would have a lengthy travel time, he would escape to the market and experience life as a commoner before being forced into such a marriage.

At the same time not even miles away, Nigel Ibanescu was feeling the beginning effects of an unexpected heat he was pretending didn’t exist.

He had plenty of things to do that were much more important, such as snatch enough coin from the market to pay for his old mare’s shoes and also get a quick drink.

The ache in his joints was troublesome notice for how close his heat was. Nigel hadn’t had a decent partner for a heat in far too long and even longer since he’d been knotted. Still, despite the sudden comings of ache in him, he wasn’t stupid enough to get fucked by an alpha on a heat.

His old mare Franka slugged along the road to the market and Nigel felt wet all over, a feeling that was even worse when he made his destination.

The scent of alpha was overpowering.

He whined and held tight to the reigns, squeezed his legs together as others passed.

“Fuck.”

The first few that went by him were thankfully not alpha though his slick seemed to worsen by the second. He gritted his teeth and jumped down, tied up the reigns before he headed towards the crowd.

There was definite interest when he went through, though he never came close enough to any alpha to make his heat worse. He bumped into enough betas along the way who were easy targets to filch from.

He had just enough in his purse to get back to Franka when it hit him like a punch to the gut.

Alpha.

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Blue ~ A Spacedogs Regency A/B/O