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Memories.

Will had plenty of them were Hannibal Lecter was concerned. An amalgam of horror and happiness that most wouldn’t treasure but in all honestly he did.

Now things were different.

He didn’t want to dwell on their past, but focus more on the future ahead full of blood and bliss.

So he started taking pictures.

His first was of Hannibal sleeping, a long night of murder and the melding of their bodies had brought him to slumber fast. They had only been a little over two months at that point, comfortable but careful with newfound intimacy.

He snapped the shot on his phone and went back to sleep, comforted by being close enough that Hannibal’s breath tickled his cheek.

The next few were he hoped caught unaware though Hannibal would never tell him if they weren’t so he let himself believe. They were of Hannibal outside reading the newspaper and checking on their past lives. He’d pulled out his phone and taken them from the balcony above the porch. Hannibal’s hair glistened in the sun and Will knew he’d remember the shine all the rest of his days.

Then Hannibal decided not to pretend anymore.

He’d look when Will took them, the first time a shock that made Will drop his phone and laugh.

“You aren’t supposed to look!”

Hannibal’s smile was another memory he’d take to his grave.

“I’ve always looked you just weren’t watching.”

After that the pictures got better, closer, and some even steamier than just admiration of Hannibal’s face. Will had moved onto a proper camera by then, zoom lens and everything fancier than he deserved, and before long Hannibal insisted on tit for tat.

So their memories weren’t just of Hannibal, often Will woke to the click of the lens and smiled.

“My sleeping face can’t be that interesting.”

Hannibal would run his hand down Will’s naked back and the shiver felt like the first time every time.

“Every part of you is interesting,” Hannibal said, “but I will never tire of you in peaceful sleep beside me. It’s a view I’d dreamed of often in our years apart.”

Will reached out and touched his chest.

“This isn’t a dream.”

Hannibal took his hand and kissed it.

“What is love but not a dream made flesh? Our photographic memories help the worry I’ve gone insane with want of you, that things are real and you are here. Sleeping faces, smiling faces, I want every memory of you happy captured for all time.”

Will smiled and closed his eyes again.

“Then I’ll go back to sleep so you can get more.”

He often most mornings pretended to be asleep longer after, though they both knew he was awake.

Sometimes he’d drift off anyway and wake with Hannibal curled against him, his warm breath against Will’s neck a balm to his inner demons.

But most often he’d blink open his eyes after a few faked minutes just in time for another click.

“Happy? Or do you need longer?”

Hannibal would set down the camera and stare down at him with so much love Will’s heart would ache.

“You know what I need, don’t you?”

Will would pull him down for a kiss and savor the taste.

After all, who knew what tomorrow would bring?

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If there was one thing Will knew about Hannibal Lecter was that he didn’t do anything by halves.

Their life after the fall was mostly a sedate one, calm and secluded from civilization while the hunt died down. Will rediscovered a love of books that Hannibal encouraged which made for lively discussion at the dinner table.

Books really were the only thing that they safely discussed for that first year while he saw Hannibal fight to hold in other urges.

They didn’t talk about them.

Will almost clammed up when it seemed like the perfect time and he saw Hannibal’s disappointment but there was never deliberate coaxing or forceful intrusion into thoughts he didn’t freely give.

Hannibal couldn’t shower Will with the attention he wanted so Will let him do it in other ways: cooking, books, and clothes. They enjoyed their time together as banal it seemed.

Then one morning Will woke to find a dog in his bed.

Her collar said Encephalitis but he ended up calling her Cephie.

Cephie was another way to be close without going too far and Will found himself basking in their shared love of her. He even went so far as to curl up on the couch beside Hannibal while they read with Cephie in between.

Their friendly strained looks became more open and three hundred and thirty seven days into their new life Will thought perhaps he was ready for that talk.

Then the garden happened.

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Sow Your Seed 

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Hannigram AU: The Devil & The Dog Lover 

The first time he saw them was late one evening while the other dogs were doing their nightly business. A pair of bedraggled dirty looking things that growled when Will grew closer but seemed to love the leftover steak he had from last night’s dinner. They ran off after the meat was gone and Will didn’t give chase, he knew better.

But they came back several times that first week, closer and closer with each feed, and seven days in he got to touch one of them. The hair was coarse and looked almost burned. Will’s lip curled at the idea of someone hurting these poor things with fire.

He started to call them Moe and Curly, and got his first lick when he took a warm rag to Curly’s bloodied snout.

Two weeks in he got them inside to sleep, fed them both wet food in a separate space so they were comfortable, and closed the door while they slept on a pile of blankets in his unused bedroom.

Three weeks in, Moe and Curly were bathed and brushed revealing perfect white beauties whose eyes looked almost red sometimes but Will was sure it was just a trick of the light.

Four weeks in, he met Doctor Lecter for the first time.

The expensive looking car pulled up Will’s driveway just after dark, the man at the wheel just what Will would’ve expected. He wore a grey and red plaid suit that should’ve looked ridiculous but on him seemed like a second skin. His hair was slicked back to perfection and Will wanted to ruffle it out of place.

He stood on the porch both dogs at his side and the others flanking them.

“Hello, may I help you?”

The way the man looked at him was equal parts annoyed and amused.

“Yes, I do believe so. You see I’ve been looking for my two borzoi wolfhounds, who seem to be right beside you.”

Will put his hands on the collars he’d given Moe and Curly. “You’re the asshole who kept them looking like they’d been burned and tossed in a pile of mud?”

The man took one step forward and both dogs growled so loud Will’s hands felt the vibration. He held out his hand for Will to take. “They can be quite hard to handle at times, I assure you I haven’t been harming them. Doctor Hannibal Lecter.”

Will didn’t move. “I’m not letting you have them.”

“Sir…”

“Get off my lawn before I call the cops.”

Will turned and headed inside the house with his pack. He wasn’t surprised when both Moe and Curly hung back to growl at the closed door. Doctor Lecter stood on the porch with his hands out.

“All I want is my property.”

Will stomped up to the door and put his hands on the dogs’ heads. “They don’t want you.”

Doctor Lecter’s eyes seemed to glow the same as the dogs for a moment and Will felt the air around him grow warmer. “I will return.”

He was gone so fast Will could barely understand, and when he went inside his newest pack members climbed into his bed.

Will wouldn’t let them go with that monster.

He didn’t expect to see Doctor Lecter grace his door again.

Which was true, he didn’t.

Instead the man appeared at his job, arm in arm with one of his colleagues.

“Will, let me introduce you!”

They shook hands and Will felt like his skin was on fire before he pulled away.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You as well.”

Hannibal Lecter became a fixture at every one of his lectures, at crime scenes, and when Jack assigned the good doctor as his personal shrink Will reached his limit.

“You can buy new dogs,” Will mumbled as he looked everywhere but at the man across from him.

“Not like these,” Hannibal said, “They’ve been in my family for quite some time. I…”

“If that’s true then why did they run off? Why…”

Hannibal leaned in and smiled. “I believe that they were drawn to you in some way. I confess I am not a very affectionate or warm type of pet owner.”

Will glared at him. “The burn marks in their hair?”

“I prefer to be around a warm fire, it was not deliberate. Romulus and Remus also do not enjoy my touch, which was why they were so dirtied.”

Will scoffed. “Romulus and Remus? Really?”

“What do you call them?”

“Moe and Curly,” Will whispered, “And I still don’t want to give them back. I just…I don’t trust you.”

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“You know, Marcus? Your friend is very handsome.” 

Will looked up from his current task of laying out plates for the pot luck that was to take place in under thirty minutes at Mrs. Susie Lane’s. Susie, the portly woman whose eyes seemed to wiggle almost incessantly when she mentioned his “friend” Georges, aka Hannibal Lecter. 

They had been living in a small town called Stillwater for over four months now, their fourteenth in over a year. He followed Hannibal’s lead whenever he deemed them too long in one place and always left without looking back. Will felt odd how easily he followed the lead of the man who systematically made it a mission to destroy everything good about his life but follow he did. 

Follow was all he could bring himself to do. 

Stillwater though seemed different. 

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