Trope: Flower Shop AU (Hannigram AU)
Explicit // M/M // Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham // Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Tropes, Flower Shop AU, Florist Hannibal, Cop Will, ftm omega, ftm Will, Scenting, Awkwardness, Awkward Flirting, Flirting, awesome best friend Bev Katz, Uniform Kink (kinda), slightly manipulative Hannibal, Getting to Know Each Other, Kissing, Texting, Masturbation, Misunderstandings, more kissing, still taking it slow because everyone is an idiot, Dating, Additional tags to be added, Rated E for later chapters
Words: 13,385 Chapters: 3/5For @hannigram-a-b-o-library #SummertimeSlick Surprise Heat & Scenting
Trope Trope: Exploring fic tropes in an Omegaverse setting :
[Sharing A Bed (Hannigram)] [Coffee Shop AU (Hannigram AU] [Awkward First Meeting (DogsDogs)] [Fake Date (Hannigram)] [Student/Teacher (Aiden/Le Chiffre)] [Stranded Together/Snowed In (Mortimer/Jon)] [Flower Shop (Basic Chickens)] [Sex Pollen (Hannigram AU)] [Stranded Together/Snowed In (Hannigram)] [Friends To Lovers (Hannigram AU)] [Sex to Love (Valhalla Enchanted)] [Sharing A Bed (Tristhad)] [College AU (Hannigram AU)] [Celebrity AU (Spacedogs AU)] [Slave Auction (Basic Chickens AU)] [Celebrity AU (Hannigram AU)] [Food Critic AU (Hannigram AU)] [College AU (Valhalla Enchanted Modern AU)] [Blind Date AU (Hannigram AU & Spacedogs)] [Coffee Shop AU (Spacedogs)] [Magical Healing Penis AU (Hannigram AU)] [Porn Star AU (Hannigram AU)] [Arranged Marriage AU (Hannigram AU)] [Flower Shop AU (Hannigram AU)] [MORE COMING SOON]When surly cop Will Graham walks into Hannibal’s flower shop, he wants to know the omega better. But with past issues and insecurities over how people treat someone who has transitioned from female omega to male omega, Will isn’t going to be easily courted.
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Hannibal looked up as the bell above the door rang, the scent hitting him at the same moment he set eyes on his prospective customer.
There was eye contact for a brief moment, in which Hannibal gave a little nod of welcome, before the other man averted his eyes and hesitated before continuing into the shop. Curious. The man carried himself with confidence and yet seemed shy of, or perhaps put off by, the slight attention.
Hannibal went back to the arrangement he was preparing at the station next to the counter, letting the man browse quietly, but taking him in nonetheless. Taking in that interesting, and enticing scent. It was not often one met a male omega, at least one that didn’t try to hide the fact with suppressants and scent blockers.
He’d had a few female omegan lovers in the past, though just as many – if not more – beta, male and female. The scent of either to his adept alpha nose, was not unpleasant. But this was something more unusual. Rich and earthy whilst being delicate, and fresh as a babbling stream. Something unique in the notes it left at the back of his throat. For the first time in his life he had to wonder at the idea of true mates, because nothing had before pulled within him so tightly on little more than a scent and a moment of eye contact.
Even as he smiled at his own ridiculousness, Hannibal kept a furtive watch on the customer until he picked one of the medium sized, pre-wrapped bouquets. He was studying thoughtfully, and with any other customer Hannibal would have gone over and offered assistance. But he found himself hanging back, taking pleasure in watching the man, wanting to see what he would do next with no interference.
The man was perhaps a little shorter than himself, curly wayward hair, and piercing eyes that swam between blue and green. In the past Hannibal had been with very high class men and women, the kind he met in the social circles afforded to his wealth. All very prim and proper with a mutual appreciation of a finely turned out suit. So, it was a little surprising, he found, to be so very drawn to a man wearing worn corduroy pants and a flannel shirt and sporting at least a day’s growth of stubble.
“Is something wrong?” The man’s soft growl and annoyed expression alerted Hannibal to the fact that not only had he been looking the man up and down, but he had been caught in the act of it.
“Not at all, I was wondering if you require any assistance?” He replied in his cool tone, which earned him a frown of suspicion.
“Just these, thanks.” The man brought the bouquet over and laid it on the counter his eyes cast down at them. Hannibal smiled, pleased to see he had chosen one of his special, stylised designs. Hannibal spent a lot of time on them, they were a tad more expensive than the run of the mill arrangements, but worth it as far he was concerned. Each was unique and themed – a design based around an idea executed by the colours and meanings and scents of the flowers chosen.
The pride Hannibal took in these arrangements, together with the unexpected pleasure he felt at the young man’s purchase, had him replying – “each of these arrangements have a set meaning that-”
“Yes, I know. I read the sign.” The man cut him off, still looking down, though his expression – even at such an angle – was clearly exasperated.
Unsure what he could possibly say that might not be met with a curt response, Hannibal gave a nod and rung up the flowers.
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