slashyrogue:

@dontfillyourheadwithworries It was a very good prompt. Thank you. 

Props to @downwithwritersblock 

Will loved falling asleep with his head in Hannibal’s lap, one thing he never would’ve expected of himself but again he never expected any of it up to this point.

The feeling of warmth and protection, Hannibal’s fingers always running through his hair as he drifted and he sometimes even slight sniffs that he’d come to find less creepy and almost endearing after almost a year together.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Hannibal whispered, kissing his nose as he moved then on to Will’s eyelids one by one.

Will laughed, “No, you failed to mention that inbetween all the times you tried to kill me.”

Hannibal moved to his neck, making Will sigh, “I do believe the times I tried to kill you were because I loved you, so I would count them as confessions as well.”

Will’s hands came to his neck, pulling him closer, “You need to work on your communication skills, I think,” Will sighed, “I was getting a whole different message.”

Hannibal nuzzled his chin, “I love you very deeply, mylimasis.”

Will smiled, lifting his chin up so Hannibal’s eyes were staring right into his.

“I love you too, despite all the attempts at killing me,” he kissed Hannibal as he laughed, “Though now I will admit a little attempted murder wouldn’t be so bad. I think after all the blood on my hands….”

Hannibal shook his head, “The idea of killing you no longer brings forth a cleansing, a purge of my feelings, I believe your death would wound me in a way no other ever could.”

Will kissed him again, “Me too. I love you and only want to commit murder with you not want you dead.”

Hannibal panted against his lips, “Will, you wound me with your sentiments.”

Will laughed, his hand on Hannibal’s cheek as they parted, “Only you would find that romantic.”

Hannibal kissed his palm, “You make lose all sense when you admit your feelings, beloved, I cannot help my foolishness.”

Will grinned, “Tell me you love me again.”

Hannibal leaned down to catch Will’s lips with his own saying into his mouth, “I love you.”

Will whispered, “There is no one else I’d rather commit murder with.”

Hannibal growled pulling him up for a kiss that very soon became much, much more.

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.

Continued in: 

Sow Your Seed 

slashyrogue:

35: “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

The one thing Will never anticipated was Hannibal’s love of
wearing jeans.

It started as a joke, he bought a pair and put it on the bed
telling him it was in their best interests for them both to blend in the crowd
while they were on the run.

Eventually jeans started to make their way into Hannibal’s
clothing patterns, sometimes disappearing for weeks at a time and hitting Will
like a slap in the face when he decided to wear them. Other times he wore them
several days in a row, then stopping randomly and Will pretended not to mourn
them.

This new pair, though, was just absolute torture.

He knew Hannibal had bought this pair for one reason and one
reason only: to make him look, and Will could not find itself in him to stop.

Hannibal walked into the kitchen that morning having woken
up oddly late and  Will nearly choked on
his cereal as he watched Hannibal bend over to look for the skillet.

“Will, where is the iron skillet?”

Will coughed, trying to catch his breath as Hannibal turned,
still bent in half. “Do you need assistance?”

Will shook his head, his eyes narrowing as Hannibal snapped
up, turning to smile at him again. “It seems I’ve overslept. You are eating
that horrid cereal with the rabbit on it again.”

Will swallowed, “I was hungry, and you keep buying it for
me.”

Hannibal looked away, “You enjoy it, I would not keep you
from something that you enjoy.”

“Except you complain every single time I eat it.”

“Touche.”

He took out the carton of eggs and several different
ingredients, dropping a tomato to the floor and sighing loudly as he bent over.

Will bit his lip and felt like he was vibrating, his pants
tightening as he stared at the perfect curve of Hannibal’s ass in those jeans.
He barely kept himself from moaning as he stood up, walking to the sink.

He still wore tailored shirts when he wore jeans, much to
Will’s relief, though there had been the occasional expensive t-shirt
additions. This shirt was blue, tailored to perfection and Will could not stop
his whimper as he started rolling up his sleeves.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Will growled, making Hannibal turn
around innocently.

“Whatever do you mean, beloved? I am not sure…”

Will slammed his spoon down on the bar where he sat,
knocking over the barstool as he stormed up to him. Hannibal dropped the tomato
into the sink, Will pushing him against it and hissing, “Take. It. Off.”

Hannibal’s feigned confusion just made him angrier. “I am
not entirely sure what you’re referring to?”

Will put hands behind Hannibal’s ass, squeezing roughly and
making Hannibal let out a breath, his eyes widening a fraction as he licked his
lips.

“You heard me, Hannibal. Take. It. Off.”

Hannibal put his hands around Will’s neck, pressing
his lips to Will’s skin as he whispered, “Why do you not take them it off for
me?”

inebriatednovelist:

Worst thing you can say to any content creator:

“So it’s like…”

This is seriously the most disheartening thing to hear. Not only because it makes us feel like we’re unoriginal, but also like we’ll never be as good as what we were just compared to.

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.”

Hannibal folded his hands and frowned. “I do not wish to call authorities, Will. They belong to me, I assure you.”

Will’s eyes filled with tears. “Can I just…I’ll bring them by your house tomorrow night. Just to see you with them. If I knew they were comfortable, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard.”

“Yes, I believe that sounds reasonable. I can make us dinner and show you how missed my hounds are.”

Will smiled. “I didn’t mean that we had to…I mean that sounds like a date. I don’t think I could stand you for that long, no offense. I don’t find you that interesting.”

Hannibal leaned back and Will saw his eyes flash red again.

There was no way to pretend he hadn’t.

“You will,” Hannibal said, “I do not have romantic ulterior motives, I assure you. Just a friendly dinner.”

Will gripped the chair tight. “Your eyes.”

“My mother used to call them crimson,” Hannibal teased, “She called me her little devil.”

Will licked his lips. “Are you a devil, Doctor Lecter?”

Hannibal smiled. “I can be, Will. I can be.”