#Hannictober day 5: scarves
#HannibalHalloween day 9a: scarves and hats
You say scarf, I hear Adam Towers, The Boy In The Green Scarf.
Now that I look at it as a whole, it doesn’t look much like a scarf, even a bloody one. But idgaf.
There was a very pretty cadaver in the morgue.
Elias had seen it plenty of times already in the past week though no one seemed to know the man with hardly his neck slit so far his head was nearly off him.
He’d been working in the lower levels only a few weeks when he’d seen the pretty man brought in and the orderlies hit his head on the door which made the sheet slip to reveal him.
Elias felt an odd pull and wanted to touch. He’d dropped his mop and picked it up quick just as the corpse was wheeled away. After that his hallway cleaning quickly branched off into quick “sweeps” of the empty morgue when he knew it would be quiet. After searching the drawers the first time he’d memorized drawer ten, the number faded just enough to still be seen.
The man with no name quickly began to turn colors but was no less beautiful in death than Elias guessed he had been in life. He would stand by the man and talk sometimes about just about anything while he ached to touch but didn’t knowing it would be wrong.
All of this was wrong.
A week passed before he was caught by the rude surgeon Chilton who brought in a woman who shrilly yelled at him for “tainting her Adam!” while Chilton said he’d be fired.
Elias burst into tears when the woman pushed him over and threw herself over the corpse, over Adam, kissing his cheeks like she had the right. He grabbed onto the drawer to stand and stumbled, catching himself on the body.
A jolt went through him and he nearly fell over.
Adam the dead man was his soulmate.
The woman hit Elias again and Chilton grabbed his arm roughly in an attempt to drag him off. He was nearly to the door when the woman screamed and a growl made both men look back.
Adam was up and had his hand around the woman’s neck, the snap as she fell the only sound besides the heavy pants from both men. He watched the body move, head lolling to the side before Adam stopped.
“Elias.”
His name was said hoarsely, almost in worship, and Elias stepped forward even before Adam did.
“Hello.”
Pretty Adam smiled and Elias met him the rest of the way, letting Adam put his hands on his face to stare. They were cold but Elias supposed he’d have to get used to that.
“Elias.”
“Are you insane? That monster is going to eat you!”
Elias turned to glare at Chilton. “He is no monster, he’s my soulmate.”
Chilton laughed. “You clearly are insane. I’m calling the…”
Elias looked at Adam again.
“Are you hungry? He’s trying to take me away from you.”
Adam practically vibrated when he growled. “Elias.”
“I do not want you to die again. Do you need help?”
Adam didn’t.
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There was a monster among them.
Thirteen people had died on his block alone, mostly men but some women and children had been among the mess. Each body was left on the back porch of their own home torn to shreds and missing their hearts.
The police thought the monster was eating them and Hannibal was quick to agree if not for one thing.
The night after every murder the hearts had appeared on his back porch.
Hannibal was flattered to say the least, and he’d begun to anticipate the hearts each evening. He’d made a number of meals with them, all with hope his admirer would appear though almost a fortnight had passed with nothing.
Night thirteen had been Mrs. Serra, a horrid woman with an even more horrid dog that he was more than happy to see taken away forever. This death was closer than the others as the late Mrs. Serra was his neighbor. He spent all afternoon agitated throughout his appointments and rushed towards the back door only to be disappointed.
Nothing.
He looked at the time and thought perhaps he’d scared the giver off so he started dinner with hopes to get the last ingredient before it finished.
Every fifteen minutes he checked and there was nothing. He grew angry and threw out dinner not making another. It was only a short few hours later that he thought something that gave him pause.
Perhaps the giver had been apprehended.
He turned on the television and saw nothing, his relief palpable though it only started more fears. They may have been hurt. Accidents happened all the time.
Hannibal grew so focused on why they didn’t come that by the time he headed for bed, his sadness had grown exponentially. He spent hours tossing and turning, only to be woken up by a strange growl.
The dark of his bedroom was such he could not make out the growler, but he heard their shuffled steps around his bed and smelled blood in the air.
“I worried you’d forgotten me.”
Another growl.
He moved to turn on the light and his hand was snatched, the lamp falling over. He could hear the intruder panting for breath and grabbed for their other hand.
Except it was not a hand.
He could feel the fur and the scent of blood rose as he brought the paw closer.
A true monster.
The monster jumped and pushed him, in turn he let go and the growl that followed vibrated through them both.
“I will not hurt you.”
A huffed breath.
“I know.”
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He was overjoyed to hear the voice and when the monster leaned in to smell him, Hannibal moaned.
“Your gifts,” he breathed, “Thank you for them.”
“You’re welcome.”
Hannibal turned to give his neck and was rewarded with a lick to his skin.
“Shall I ask why you were courting me?”
“I saw you kill them. You’d make a good mate.”
Hannibal preened at the praise.
“Would you let me see you?”
“No,” the monster sighed, “Not like this.”
Hannibal felt his pajama shirt get torn open followed by his pants. He was already quite aroused and wanted anything this creature could give him.
He writhed under the creature’s attentions, the slow tease of claws and fangs as a quick tongue flickered across every inch of him. The monster had him on the verge of desperation when Hannibal’s length was engulfed in tight heat the likes of which he’d never known.
“Ohhh,” he clutched at its shoulders and leaned up for every bite the creature wanted to give him.
Hannibal pulled his lover to him, forced closeness and saw in the thin light his lover’s clear blue eyes just before they kissed.
He could feel a shudder go through him as his admirer spilled between them.
Hannibal shouted his release not long after and though his bones ached he clutched his mystery lover closer in his exhaustion.
“Please,” he sighed, fighting to catch his breath, “I need to see you.”
His admirer nuzzled against Hannibal’s neck.
“Not yet.”
Hannibal moaned as they parted and leaned in to every lick as he was cleaned.
The last thing he recalled was his lover’s scent, like earth and blood, when the teased bites made sense.
He had been preparing Hannibal for the real one.
It was painful, deep, and Hannibal held on to his bleeding neck when his mate pulled away.
“Let go.”
He remembered nothing after that.
Hannibal woke to the sun and touched the mark he hoped was there. It was, healing over already, and when he sat up the blood loss was obvious.
“Not yet.”
He turned and gasped at the sight, his beloved cross legged in a chair by the bed holding the final heart.
His admirer was no longer furry faced but he knew it was the same man. His eyes, cerelean blue and piercing were the same as he remembered.
“You’re a shapeshifter.”
A shy smile. “A werewolf, actually. You kind of are now too. The scratching and the…”
Hannibal slipped out of bed and walked to him only to stop just before they touched.
“Your name.”
“Will,” a sigh, “Will Graham.”
He leaned down and kissed Will’s forehead. “A pleasure to see you at last.”
Will clutched his back.
“The heart…”
Hannibal kissed his cheeks, “A formality.”
“It’s not,” Will sighed, “We need to eat it together.”
Hannibal took the heart from Will’s hand and then held out his other.
“Heart and eggs then? You can tell me the perils of werewolf life.”
Will laughed and entwined their fingers as he stood. “You’re taking this very well.”
Hannibal brought their joint hands to his lips.
“I am very well acquainted with being a monster already, Will. This is most definitely a bonus.”
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Have an Elias fighting his own demons in Silent Hill :3Adam huffed for breath, his beaten body shaking as he tried to steel himself for the next nightmarish part of the night. He heard nothing now from his hiding spot under a work table in the dark garage and he was grateful for the pause.
They shouldn’t have stopped.
He knew it now more than ever, the memories of his friends dying one by one playing again as he tried to think of a solution.
The Thanatos Brothers were brutal monsters, their cruelty only outweighed by their ugliness. He knew they weren’t all smart, ruled by Gabriel who hated just about everything including them.
He heard a sudden loud argument that cut through his thoughts and crawled further under the table. His fear rose when the garage door opened and slammed, followed by unfamiliar grumbling.
“…I am the MOST capable killer of all!”
Adam recognized the voice belonging to the only Thanatos brother who hadn’t killed any of his mates.
Elias.
The older man was quite large, a big brute of a thing and also a bit bullied by his brothers from what he’d seen tied up at dinner earlier.
He heard sniffles and a sudden loud bang of the table he sat under made him yelp out loud.
“Who’s there?”
Adam covered his mouth and felt tears in his eyes.
“I have a very big axe and I will very happily murder you with it!”
Adam moved his knees up and accidentally banged into the table leg. He whispered, “Please don’t,” just as Elias went on his knees.
The older man’s face were barely visible in the slice of moonlight that were the only light in the garage but Adam could see the large cut on his cheek. He shook the rolling pin in his hand.
“I’m going to murder you now.”
Adam shook his head.
“Please, we didn’t mean to touch the basement. The bloody car broke and—“
Elias grabbed his leg and Adam screamed as he was pulled out from hiding. He attempted to bite and Elias held him down.
“Shut up or I will murder you a whole lot!”
Adam burst out into laughter at the threat and his fear left him in such a rush he felt lightheaded.
“Why are you laughing? I’m very scary!”
“No you’re not,” he laughed, “Curly you’re about as frightening as a kitten in a costume.”
Elias’s frown almost made him feel bad. “I miss my kitten,” he suddenly sounded on the verge of tears, “His name was Jean. Gabriel tried to hurt him so I let Jean go.”
Adam sighed. “How long have they been so horrible to you?”
He sniffled. “Always. I don’t like murder much.”
“That’s not a bad thing, darling,” Adam reassured, “It just means you’re the only human in a house of monsters.”
Elias smiled and let him up, watching as Adam righted himself. He shivered and rubbed his bare arms, cursing his stupidity for wearing short sleeves.
“Are you cold?”
He scoffed. “No I just like shivering my bloody ass off covered in my mates’ dried blood.”
Adam was amazed when Elias took off his own heavy work shirt and put it over his shoulders. The shirt smelled horrible but fuck was it warm.
“Thank you.”
“You were stupid to wear such revealing clothes in the woods.”
Adam laughed softly. “I will keep it in my mind next time.”
There was a loud yell of “Elias!” and Adam watched Elias flinch.
“You can’t hide here long. Gabriel will hurt you and the others—“
“I don’t know where to run,” Adam confessed, “I have no car and no idea where we even are.”
Elias nodded and stood up, grabbing his rolling pin along the way. He held out his other hand to Adam.
“I know. I will help you.”
Adam considered this being a trick and thought better of it. None of them were clever enough for that.
“What if they try to stop you?”
Elias huffed out a loud breath and he shook his rolling pin.
“I will stop them. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
Adam took his hand and squeezed as he stood. They stared each other down for a moment before he spoke.
“Lead the way.”
Didn’t know you were taking prompts. Um, how about Pagan Wendigo god Hannibal lives in the forests of Wolf Trap? Maybe he learns about the land since weird things have been happening around him and he finds out about Hannibal?
It was here again.
Will opened the door and stepped outside, the chill in the air making him pull the sides of his jacket closer together though the zipper was broken still.
The dogs ran out into the night and he was unsurprised to see that it, the stag that had come steadily for almost a week now, didn’t move only stared down the dogs who were intimidated enough to stay away.
He had lived here almost ten years and never seen such an oddly behaving deer, never did it interact with the others that sometimes roamed around nor did it help when he saw them taken down by other predators.
It just watched.
So he did too.
Shaking off his daydream he whistled, the dogs coming back quickly and when he opened the door running inside without thought.
That night he opened up articles on stags, reading and finding nothing like his and falling asleep wondering if it was there at all.
Another week went by uneventful, he worked and came home the same as before though he started to have dreams where he woke up with the stag eating him alive only to pet its head and smile while it finished.
The dreams didn’t frighten him in the least which only scared him more.
It was a month before something finally happened where he got to prove the stag was not imaginary and it only brought up more questions.
Will woke late in the night to hear crying, looking around and finding the dogs all still asleep around him only to hear it again. He got out of bed and went to the door to peer out, frozen in place when he saw the stag lying bleeding on his doorstep.
He opened the door and it looked up, huffing out a strangled breath before putting its head down again in obvious pain.
Will stood frozen on the doorstep, unable to do more than stare before suddenly running inside to find bandages and antiseptic not even thinking beyond helping until he came back to a different sight.
Wendigo takes a reluctant mate AU
Will’s mouth still tasted like Alpha.
He fought to catch his breath, tears stinging as he heard
howling in the distance.How horrible a fate it had been to be born an omega.
His father had been overjoyed at his presenting, the dollar
signs in his eyes as he all but seemed to retreat from caring about Will at
all.The pack council would be generous with the endowment; they
always were, though for a year Will fought tooth and nail to escape his fate
come Spring.But here he was, the only omega in the pack not mated and
subjected to a hunt that once lasted four days till several alphas attacked at
once, effectively ending poor Abigail’s fight.But Will was not like Abigail. He would die before letting them
have him.The twitching, dying Alpha not yards away would show them that.
Matthew Brown was not worthy of him, none of them were.A branch broke so close that Will froze, eyes lit with fear as
he inhaled finding nothing to indicate an Alpha nearby or anything else for
that matter.He felt a claw dig into his arm and screamed, the sudden grab
pulling him painfully towards a creature unlike any he had seen before now.It pressed him into a tree, Will struggling to shift as it
seemed fascinated.“What…”
The creature licked across his cheek, the length of its tongue
and sudden heady scent making him moan.“Ohhhh,” Will sighed, suddenly so cold he was desperate for
warmth.Read the rest at ao3: Hunt by nightliferogue
Hannigram AU: The Walking Dead
Will Graham is tired. He feels like he does nothing but drive and kill zombies, over and over again but there hasn’t been any other person for weeks now. When he runs out of gas on his bike he pulls up next to a house that he doesn’t expect to be occupied.
Hannibal Lecter is angry. Angry at the would for falling apart, angry at his neighbors for all dying so easily, and angry with himself for being so hungry for anything but the food in his pantry. When one evening a stranger walks into his house he’s ready with his gun, but seeing a healthy young man in front of him his mouth waters. They fight, the stranger almost coming out on top but Hannibal gets him easily pinning him down.
Are you finished?” Hannibal breathed out, trying to catch his breath.
The stranger laughed, spitting blood in his face before answering. “Yeah, though if you’re about to force yourself on me I’m gonna bite your face.”
Hannibal smiled. Leaning in and licking the stranger’s cheek. “You taste devine, stranger.”
“Will.”
Hannibal looked into Will’s eyes, seeing a hardened familiar look in his gaze.
“You’ve run out of meat as well,” Hannibal said, cocking his head slightly.
Will nodded once. “About a month ago.”
Hannibal let his arms up, sitting back and letting Will right himself. “I was going to cook you.”
Will laughed, throwing his head back and looking so delicious Hannibal had to lick his mouth just thinking about tasting him again.
“You still might.”
Hannibal smiled. “That may be true. Give me a reason not to.”
Will shook his head, still smiling. “It’s not that easy to get into my pants Mister.”
"Hannibal.”
Will put out his hand and Hannibal took it. “Nice to have a hunting partner.”
“May we make beautiful death together.”
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Hannigram AU: The Reaper Who Loved A Serial Killer
Will had been a reaper for a millennia. He had seen death in every way imaginable, but he had never seen a creature so beautifully savage, nor had he ever wanted to see one human kill again so badly.
Hannibal had felt a presence watching him at his latest killings, had felt an overwhelming need to show off for his invisible audience. When he finally sees his admirer he can’t help but be pleased.
“You’re…a savage.”
Hannibal turned to take in the man beside him who hadn’t taken his eyes off the remains of Hannibal’s latest creation since he appeared.
He was very unassuming in his clothing and overall appearance. There was nothing special about him.
Then the man turned to set his gaze on Hannibal at last, smiling warmly and complimenting him, “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
Hannibal blinked, disoriented at the beauty before him. “Neither have I.”
Hannigram AU: The Vampire’s Blood Slave
Will Graham is a blood slave. He was born a slave and assumes he’ll die one. When he becomes the slave of a particularly powerful vampire named Hannibal he is at first annoyed a the creature’s arrogance, mouthy in his presence, and cannot help but voice his opinions. Strangely enough Hannibal is amused by him and calls on him often. He doesn’t touch Will except to feed from him, though eventually Will begs him to.
Hannibal Lecter is in love with his blood slave. He can see his servants eyeing his increasing devotion to his pet and decides to send Will away. He aches for the next fifteen years, looking all over the world for his beloved to no avail. When he wakes up one nightfall to see a grown Will laying on his bed covered in blood he is at once elated and fearful.
"You’re..“
Will laughed, throwing his blood soaked neck back and making Hannibal’s mouth water. “I’m alive, no thanks to you. Not that you care, not that you even…"
Hannibal went to move but Will put a hand on his chest.
“I’ve searched for you.“
Will shook his head, looking away. “Too late, vampire. You searched for me too late."
Hannibal growled. "One evening. I waited one evening before I went searching.”
Will’s head whipped back and his eyes were wide. “Liar.”
“I’ve ached for you, beloved. I have not touched another’s flesh since I threw you away."
Will whined. "You…"
Hannibal grabbed his hand them, taking a finger and sucking it into his mouth, closing his eyes.
When he felt Will trembling he looked up, delighted to see a familiar look in Will’s eyes. The two words he’d longed to hear came out of his beloved’s mouth.
"Bite me.”
Hannigram AU: The Psychic & The Unruly Ghost
Will Graham hates being a psychic. He never advertises his abilities to anyone but that doesn’t stop the ghosts from bothering him. They come at all hours of the night, telling him they need to talk to their loved ones and he easily ignores them for years. Until Hannibal Lecter just won’t shut up.
Hannibal dies unexpectedly in a crash on his motorcycle and doesn’t go anywhere. It isn’t until he’s bothering dogs in the park when he realizes the adorable guy glaring is actually glaring at him. He can see him. From then on he follows Will everywhere, constantly taking up his attention and keeping all the other ghosts away.
Eventually Will talks back, and Hannibal can’t help but fall in love. When it’s time to move on, he can’t bring himself to leave Will behind.
Will shook his head, sighing and refusing to turn around. “I don’t give a fuck about you. I never did. Just leave me alone. I was fine before you and I’ll be…”
Hannibal laughed, taking a puff of the cigarette he never had to relight and spitting out, “Bullshit. Look at me Will.”
Will kept his back to him and said, “Just go. They’re waiting for you. Your mom, dad, Mischa.”
Hannibal felt a pain in his nonexistent chest about Mischa. “I’m not leaving.”
Will turned, tears on his face as he cried, “Please! I can’t…”
Hannibal longed to reach out and touch him, begged his form to allow him just that small miracle as he reached out only for his fingers to go right through Will’s face.
“I love you.”
Will nodded, shaking as he whispered, “I don’t want you to go.”
Hannibal smiled. “Then why are you crying? I’ll stay till you’re ready to leave and walk you into heaven myself, beautiful.”
Will laughed, reaching for his hand surprised when he felt a touch there. They both gasped out loud, feeling each other’s touch for the very first time.
Hannibal held his hand tightly and brought Will’s hand to his lips. “I guess I’m staying.”
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