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Hannigram AU: The Monster Under My Bed

Hannibal Lecter is not afraid of anything. He has fought real monsters and seen more death than most can imagine. When he hears the news of people disappearing from their beds at night he takes it in stride, going to sleep every evening wondering if there’s a killer on the loose better at keeping to the shadows than he is.

When Hannibal walks in on the bedroom killer he is surprised and intrigued. His red eyes are beautiful, his teeth are bloody and his visage is that of a fallen angel. Hannibal gets so entranced that when the monster attacks him he’s brought down.

Will is a monster. He was born one, though he does not look like them he craves blood and flesh though because no one wants to be near the “freak” he hunts alone without guidance.

He’s never wanted a hunting partner. Not until Hannibal.

“I’m a monster, you’re supposed to be scared of me.”

Hannibal smiled, crossing his legs and declaring, “Nothing frightens me. Tell me your name. I am Hannibal Lecter.”

Will scowled. “That’s a stupid name. Your parents must not have liked you very much.”

His rudeness seemed to amuse Hannibal. “Did yours?”

Will looked at the dead body between them. “My father loved me. My mother was a human, she…did not appreciate my father. Or me.”

Hannibal looked down at the body. “What do you do with them?”

“There’s a place…I take it home and throw it away,” Will explained unsure of why he wanted to.

“Would you let me cook it for you?” Hannibal asked.

Will frowned. “Why would you want to help me eat another human?”

“I was hoping you would share.”

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Hannigram AU: The Author Whose Character Comes to Life & Won’t Leave Him Alone

Will Graham is stuck. He wrote a book that skyrocketed to number one on the bestsellers list and now people are screaming at him for more of his title character Hannibal Lecter. The thing is Will doesn’t want to give Hannibal away, he’s written two more books already and working on a third but the character is too important to him. When he wakes up one morning with a handsome well dressed man staring down over his bed reading Red Dragon he screams.

Hannibal Lecter wakes up in a strange room next to a sleeping man and doesn’t even bat an eye. He searches the room for clues, finding what is apparently his life written into a novel. The book jacket reveals the sleeping man is his creator, Will Graham. He stares at his apparent God and waits to meet the man who loved him enough to bring him life.

“Good morning, Will.”

Will scrambled back on his bed, eyes wide as he yelled, “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?”

Hannibal smiled, holding out his hand.

“I believe we know each other very well. I am Hannibal Lecter.”

Will bursts out laughing. “Yeah, sure, you’re Hannibal. Like I’d really…”

“Ask me anything.”

Will stared, his breath coming out in gasps as he asked, “Who was the first person Hannibal killed?”

Hannibal’s smile faded. “My sister Mischa’s killer.”

Will’s eyes widened.

No one knew about Mischa. Not even her name.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before letting it out in a rush. When he opened his eyes again he cursed.

"Great, I’m hallucinating. I must be going nuts, seeing fictional characters who aren’t real in my room,” Will muttered, still staring at Hannibal.

Hannibal smiled, leaning in close enough that he and Will’s lips could touch if he moved. He put a hand on Will’s face and whispered, “Do I feel unreal?”

Will shivered. “No. But I have a very vivid imagination.”

Hannibal smiled, leaning in and kissing Will softly, the other man gasping into his mouth. When he pulled back he asked, “Now?”

Will licked his lips and said, “I’ve imagined that too.”

Hannibal made a noise of approval and whispered, “Stop me when you start believing in me,” taking Will into his arms again.

Not that anyone cares but I wrote more 

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Hannigram AU: A Date With The Devil

Will Graham has had nothing but bad luck with dates. He gets stood up, left after an hour or the dates get canceled before they begin. When he gets matched with Hannibal on a dating site at first he’s fairly positive he never signed up in the first place and two how the hell are they compatible? After an hour into their date he’s pretty sure Hannibal isn’t who he says he is. After two he’s not even sure he’s still in Baltimore?

Hannibal has been alone for a VERY long time. Millennia, eons, he has never been in search of a partner until he is looking at lost souls one evening and comes upon Will Graham. The darkness that calls out to him is exquisite, he craves it so much he can taste it on his tongue. It’s fairly easy to conjure up a meeting and after four minutes he knows he will not be letting Will leave.

“You know,“Will began, smiling sweetly, “I’m not even sure how this came about. I never signed up for that site.”

Hannibal held Will’s hands in his, bringing them to his lips before he purred, “Do you regret whatever brought us together?”

Will shook his head, still smiling. “Though I would like some answers.”

Hannibal frowned, but nodded. “You are owed them, I will start with yes you did not sign up for that website. I put you there.”

Will nodded once, not letting go still. “How?”

Hannibal looked to their left and saw a waiter standing close by. He blinked and the man went up in flames. No one around them even batted an eye, and Will’s pulse was racing. He still did not let go of Hannibal’s hands.

“You did that.”

“Yes. I can do more, if I or you desire.”

Will swallowed once and shook his head. “I just…who are you?” He looked down at their hands and back at Hannibal, “What are you?”

Hannibal kissed Will’s hands again and whispered, “I am called many names, though you know me best by the moniker, Devil.”

Will laughed, throwing his head back and shaking his head. “You can’t…that’s…” He looked at the man who was still writhing in agony, and then back at Hannibal. “What do you want with me?”

Hannibal let go of their hands and brought one to Will’s face, declaring, “I would have you by my side.”

Will blushed, his eyes wide. “Why?”

“I want no one else.”

Will looked around the restaurant, saw decadence and arrogance that he’d hated from the minute he’d walked inside. “What else can you do?”

Hannibal’s hand moved to Will’s lips and he sighed. “Is that all I can woo you with? Powers?”

Will licked his lip and in turn, Hannibal’s hand. “I’m pretty sure I was wooed about ten minutes in. Now I just want you to show off.”

Hannibal laughed, standing up and coming to Will’s side. He got down on one knee and held out his hand. “Will you come with me?”

Will didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

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Hannigram AU: The Shining

Will Graham does not want to return to The Overlook Hotel but feels like he has no choice when he hears there’s going to be a reopening. His father murdered his mother there nearly twenty years ago because of the ghosts that he knows still prey there and they want nothing more than his return.

Hannibal Lecter is angry. He never got the boy with the gift and he knows the other spirits will attempt to take Will before he can. When the boy arrives all grown up he rethinks his options from kill and take to seduce and own.

Will was breathless, his hand reaching out for Hannibal who he knew was not really there but desperately wanted him to be.

“Fuck,” he gasped, feeling cum in his boxers and knowing that somewhere one of the ghosts that killed his parents was smiling.

“You won’t get me,” he whispered, part of him hoping for Hannibal when he closed his eyes but desperately wishing that the ghost wouldn’t be there at all. 

Immediately Hannibal was there, hands on his face and smiling down at him.

“You can’t outrun me, sweet boy. Not here.”

Will groaned, letting himself be pulled in.

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Hannigram AU: American Psycho

Will Graham is in love with his boss. He’s Hannibal Lecter’s personal assistant and has been for the past eight months. Dr. Lecter is amazingly perfect in every way, always has a beautiful new woman on his arm and never says anything but perfectly polite and cultured things. Not that Will would know, Hannibal doesn’t even look up at him when he comes in the room. But Will is always noticing him, and lately he’s been looking manic and upset. Yesterday he had red stains that couldn’t have been blood on his shirt. Could it?

Hannibal Lecter hates everyone and everything. He is the best and everyone else is beneath him, or like his assistant Will, less than beneath him. When he’s out at the club and Frederick Chilton has a better looking business card than his he can’t take it. Frederick dies that night. Soon he’s losing control and there’s no end to the bloodshed in sight. That is until Will asks him one morning, “Is that blood on your shirt?”

He looks down at himself, startled to see that it is.

“I believe so, yes.”

Will stands up from his desk, taking out a detergent pen from one of his drawers. He’s rubbing the stain when he asks, “Are you okay Dr. Lecter?”

Hannibal meets Will’s eyes and is startled to see how beautiful the young man is. “I do not believe so, Will.”

Will frowns, continuing to dab at the stain, “I think you’re doing too much, you know. You need to think before you act. There are only so many things you can do in a day.”

Hannibal smiles, and Will starts, dropping the pen. He goes to pick it up when Hannibal stops him, grabbing Will’s arm before he can. He brings it to his lips and asks, “Are you busy this evening, Will?”

Will blushes. “Me? I’m…no I’m not ever busy.”

Hannibal delights in the blush and hopes to see more of it before he kills him. 

“I would like to invite you to dinner. I have many things I would like to talk to you about.”

Will looks up, meeting his eyes. “Is it about why you have blood on your shirt?”

Hannibal’s eyes darken. “Possibly.”

“Dr. Chilton was a horrible man, I’m glad he’s gone,” Will says seemingly out of nowhere.

Hannibal laughs, delighted. “You surprise me, Will.”

Will’s blush is deeper by the minute but he doesn’t look away. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

Hannibal lets go of his hand and brings his lips to Will’s cheek for a kiss. 

“That is the best thing.”

Maybe Will does not have to die after all.

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Hannigram AU: Man of my Dreams

Will Graham has been having nightmares every night. They started out full of screams and a man chasing him he never could see but as the months go by things change. The man steps out of the shadows wearing a glove full of knives and begins to talk to him. Soon his nightmares he prefers to real life, though he shouldn’t get a thrill out of seeing the man kill those defenseless teenagers. Should he?

Hannibal Lecter was killed by angry parents twenty years ago after he murdered some rude teens who in his opinion deserved it. He’s going after the next generation now, this town does not deserve anything less after what they did to him. When he stumbles upon Will Graham, the man is not related to his agenda but he cannot help but go into his exquisite nightmares again and again. Soon he brings his kills for Will to watch, knowing there is no one else who can appreciate his design.

Will was breathless, his hands covered in blood and he could feel it on his face. Hannibal smiled, running a finger across his cheek and bringing it to his lips.

“Will, you’ve pleased me.”

Will whimpered, reaching out and Hannibal met him half way bringing Will in for a hug.

“I missed you. You…you stopped coming. I was so alone.”

Hannibal ran his fingers through the back of his bloody hair and shushed him, “I’m here now, beloved. I will never let you go again.”

Will pulled back and brought their mouths together in a bloody kiss, growling as Hannibal pressed the knife in his hand against the back of his neck.

They pulled apart, breathless and smiling at one another.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Hannibal asked, noting the body on the floor behind them.

Will licked his mouth, nodding, “Can we get another one?”

Hannibal’s grin widened. “With you by my side, we’ll get them all.”

*I’m calling dibs on this one so please no one write it*

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The New Neighbor AU 

 Life sucks when you’re the strange one, the quiet one. That’s Will Graham’s current life. He runs home every day to get as far from the bullies as he can but doesn’t always miss them. One such bad day he comes home after trying to clean himself up in the gas station bathroom so his father doesn’t see and a car pulls over. The windows are tinted and the smiling face that appears is someone he has never seen before. His name is Hannibal and he’s Will’s new neighbor. Hannibal offers him a ride and he thinks on it for a moment before accepting. This happens every time after that, and eventually Hannibal gets him to tell about his bullies. 

The next morning two of them don’t come to school. 

Then all of them.

Will sees Hannibal often after that, mostly late at night. The longer they spend together the more Will realizes things are different about Hannibal. He doesn’t tell him he knows, but starts to bring up other people he thinks Hannibal should go after up in their conversations. 

They all disappear too. 

Will fights with himself before finally breaking his silence. 

“You know, Mr. Pearson didn’t come to school today. We had a sub,” he says casually, biting into his hamburger. 

Hannibal doesn’t eat when they go out, it took him too long to notice.

“You must have then had a very productive algebra class,” Hannibal jokes with a grin.

Will smiles. “Yeah. The sub was nice,” he sighs, “But I just…I know. That you got him. You know?”

Hannibal pauses, his eyes going dark and looking far more dangerous than he ever has before. “Do you?”

“I won’t tell,” Will promises, swallowing, “I just…I wanted you to know that I know. You know?”

Hannibal’s eyes fade back into their natural look, and he reaches out to take Will’s hand in his. “You will protect me, William?” 

Will nods, “Yeah, I…you’ve helped me so much. I just want to help you.”

Hannibal takes the hand he’s holding and brings it to his lips with a grin. 

“You already have, sweet Will.”

Will smiled, blushing. “Mr. Lecter…”

“I have told you countless times to call me Hannibal, Will. Please.”

“Hannibal,” Will whispered, “I…I think you’re awesome.”

Hannibal laughed, pulling Will in close and touching his face. “I think you are magnificent as well, Will Graham. I hope to know you for a very long time.”

Hannibal kissed him then, and Will was lost.

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Hannigram AU: The Halloween Babysitter Massacre

Hannibal Lecter is a man on a mission. He’s murdered many people this Halloween night, none of them deserved life and he was the one who needed to take it away. He heads toward another house with a light on, covered in blood from head to toe and ready for his next victims, but before he can stalk through to the back door the front one opens. What he sees before him is a vision of curls and a bright smile.

Will Graham is stuck watching his little brother tonight while his parents are out at a party. He’s twenty one for fucks sake, he deserved a night out on Halloween too but his parents insisted. He’s just put little Francis to bed when he spots a man coming towards his door. When he opens it he immediately smiles and calls out, “Nice costume!”

The stranger looks down at himself and seems surprised at the compliment. He’s carrying a set of fake bloody knives and he looks tired.

“You okay?”

The stranger shakes his head.

“I have been…reckless tonight.”

Will frowns. He really shouldn’t but who knows what could happen to this guy if he walks home like this?

“Wanna come in for coffee?”

The stranger comes closer to him and puts one of his knives into a hand before holding out his other.

“Hannibal.”

Will took his hand, the fake blood just drying but still wet enough for him to feel it. “Will.”

“I think I will take you up on that offer, if you’re still inclined.”

Will smiled. “Sure. As long as you keep quiet, my little brother is asleep upstairs.”

Hannibal nodded once and came through the door, taking in the environment around him. He heard the door close and Will said, “You just get out of a Halloween party?”

Hannibal smirked over his shoulder.

“Several.”

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Hannigram AU: The Doctor’s Vampire Patient

Hannibal Lecter has lived in a small town nearly half his life, he’s always remained one of the kindest and gentlest doctors in town treating kids and adults. When he sees the young man on the street he immediately runs over to examine him, seeing how deathly pale and sickly he looks Hannibal brings the young man back to his home for treatment. When he wakes up to find his guest standing over him with red eyes and whispering, “So hungry,” he’s not sure whether to scream or take him into his arms.

Will Graham is lost. He’s the last of his kind as far as he’s aware, and he is in an unknown area. He doesn’t trust anyone but a diet of rats and cats eventually takes its toll and he collapses in the street. When he wakes up and hears a warm heartbeat he immediately follows the sound and fights against instinct not to attack. The human looks so inviting, he smiled at Will and asked, “My name is Hannibal. What do you need?”

Will whimpered, biting into his bottom lip and tasting his own blood.

Hannibal reached out and pulled his teeth away from his lip and asked, “Your name?”

“Will.”

Hannibal’s smile softened. “What do you need Will? Are you hungry?”

Will whimpered and nodded, “So hungry. I can hear it flowing inside of you.”

Hannibal looked at him, taking in his red eyes and his trembling lip as he stared at Hannibal’s neck. “You’re a vampire? You need my blood?”

Will’s eyes go dark at the word and he nodded.

Hannibal held out his arm and asked, “Will it hurt?”

Will felt tears run down his face as he whispered, “Not unless I want it to.”

Hannibal nodded once and offered, “Then take what you need Will. Please.”

When he bits and heard the moan coming from Hannibal, Will growled and sucked harder.

Jesus, you…you were right about not,“ Hannibal moaned again, “Hurting me.”

When felt the ache had passed Will stopped, licking his mouth as the looked up at Hannibal. “Thank you.”

He can see an answering call in his savior’s eyes, it sang to every part of Will’s body. Hannibal swallow and nodded.

“You are very welcome,” he answered, before adding, “Can you tell me something else?”

Will sat on the bed and looked at his feet, mumbling, “I can try, I don’t…”

“Are you the only one?”

Will looked up, surprised at the question.

“Yes. My parents and my coven died a long time ago.”

Hannibal looked fascinated. Will has never fascinated anyone before. Seduced, attracted, yes. No one has ever been interested in him. Just him.

“Years?”

Will nodded, “I’m going to be one hundred soon.”

Hannibal came closer, his eyes wide and breathing labored. “How have you gotten blood this whole time?”

Will felt his shame wrench up inside him as he whispered, “I’ve…killed. Animals and…humans.”

Hannibal licked his lips as he asked, “One kind more than the other?”

Will looked up and saw the hunger in Hannibal’s eyes. “Yes.”

Hannibal touched his face then, running fingers along Will’s lip. Will can smell the blood on his arm and craved more but will not ask. “What was it like?” Hannibal asked, his voice hoarse, “To tear into them with these teeth?”

Will licked Hannibal’s finger before he answered, “Like coming home.”

Hannibal let out a breath and laughed nervously. “I should be afraid for my life, shouldn’t I?”

Will smiled and shook his head. “I only kill the bad ones. I know a monster when I see one.”

Hannibal took his hand away and Will held back a whimper at the loss.

“You shouldn’t trust someone you only just met, Will,” Hannibal said softly, looking away.

Will suddenly pushed him down, holding Hannibal tightly to the bed. He leaned in and whispered right into his ear, “Neither should you.”

*okay I know I’m being selfish but fuck I’m calling dibs on this too. If I don’t write ten pages of this tonight I’m probably dead*