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Hannigram AU: Daddy’s Little Monster

The first time they meet, he is very small. Will is only a child when he stares up at a monster who pets his head and calls him, “Little monster.”

Is he a monster?

He doesn’t feel like the son of Santa Claus should, not jolly or even remotely happy at times and the only thing that makes him smile is the puppy that was left under the tree during his eleventh Christmas.

The puppy’s name is Mylimasis.

Will calls him Myli.

His father isn’t too happy but relents when Will’s mother speaks to him about, pointing out, “It’s just a dog, love. Please. I haven’t seen him smile that way in such a long time.”

So Myli stays, growing up as Will does and he doesn’t meet the monster again until months before his nineteenth Christmas.

Every year Santa met with the Krampus before Christmas, coordinating their holiday plans making certain their lists line up.

Will had never been in the house for any of the meetings since the one so long ago.

Until now.

The minute he sees the man with horns speaking with his father a memory flashes in his mind, remembering staring up into those same yellow eyes.

‘Little monster.’

Will feels a rush of warmth at the sight.

His father’s normal jolly demeanor is sour seeing the reason his guest’s attention is wandering, looking between them when Will says, “Hello.”

“Will, this is the Kra…”

The man with the horns takes Will’s hand softly, not shaking but even Will can tell the monster is restraining himself from pressing his lips to Will’s skin.

“Hannibal,” the stranger, the Krampus Will realizes now, says.

“Nice to meet you.”

They both know this isn’t a first meeting.

He lets go and steps away, feeling those eyes on him still all the way down the hall and even up the stairs.

Was he a monster?

Will rests his hands on his head, feeling for horns he knows aren’t there.

He wishes they were.

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Hannigram AU: Ghosts Haunting the Same House

Hannibal Lecter has been dead for a very long time. He haunts the old Lecter home where his entire family was killed and he was gunned down after taking revenge on their killers many years later.

When the lonely man first begins coming to his abandoned home he ignores him, thinking it strange but the man talks to himself reenacting the murders that took place here with such accuracy that Hannibal cannot help but be intrigued. When one evening he watches the man, Will he’s said his name multiple times to himself, hang himself in what was once his own bedroom he can’t help but be saddened.

Until several hours later when Will appears in front of him and says, “Oh god you’re real, ” looking relieved.

Will Graham is running from his demons. He has too many killers in his head, too many crimes and he takes off for parts unknown determined to let his mind rest for a while. When he breaks down outside the old house and goes inside the lingering blood stains call to his gift and he recalls what happened.

He calls AAA and goes home, only to return again and again. Soon he starts to feel like someone is watching him end and it isn’t long before he catches sight of someone in the shadows he thinks he’s hallucinating. When he finally sees his audience he knows he’s officially gone over the edge and commits hangs himself.

When he wakes and sees Hannibal Lecter, someone who has been dead for twenty years, staring back at him he’s almost relieved to be a ghost. He’s not crazy.

“Hannibal said across from Will, holding a pair of cards in his hand and smirking over them.

“Why did you do it?” he asks, setting down a card.

Will throws in a chip, picking up on the harder aspects of his abilities as a ghost with amazing skill.

“I thought I was going crazy. Guess not,” he says, throwing down his hand, “Full house.”

Hannibal looks at his own cards and sets them down. “You win again, Will.”

Will laughs, “You don’t think I know you let me win?”

Hannibal doesn’t look up and Will leans across the table, looking at him pointedly. “What are you waiting for? An invitation?”

When Hannibal kisses him it’s like a cold breeze blowing between them flowing back and forth for as long as they desire.

So they keep going.

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Hannigram AU: Lover Come Back To Me

Will Graham hates being rich, always has. His father, Gerald Graham was a nasty man who wanted his son to marry rich and beat Will down most of his life, telling him he had a marriage set up for his future. When Will fell in love with the poor older farmer next door, his father killed his lover and in retaliation Will bludgeoned his father to death with an ashtray.

Will ran away from town, not returning for years and letting his cousins live off of monthly stipends he’d afforded them until they begged his return.

Will goes to visit his father’s grave and almost resists the urge to visit his lover Hannibal’s, knowing the pain will hurt so badly but feeling he should goes anyway.

He’s carried a bottle of rum in his hand as he lays his head on the ground in front of Hannibal’s gravestone, the words under his birth and death date Will himself requested as he’d paid for the stone himself.

DEATH CANNOT STOP TRUE LOVE

He whispers to the ground, “I still wake up alone at night and remember you telling me I’d never be alone again. I…god Hannibal I hate being so alone. I hate…I wanted to follow but you said not to, you begged me not to, it’s been so long! I can’t…”

He sobbed, remembering holding a bloody Hannibal in his arms as the light left his eyes and his whispered, “Wait for me, Mylimasis. Do not follow. Wait.”

He didn’t feel the hand in his hair at first but when the petting turned to pulling he jumped, screaming as the ground beneath his head started to move. Will backed up, moaning and hitting a tree behind him his head dazed as he looked up and saw the black body of a monster that had crawled of Hannibal Lecter’s grave.

“Please, please,” he moaned, trying to wake up.

When the creature walked to him, stopping and staring as it knelt by Will’s feet to take his hand.

“Your beauty has increased dramatically since I last laid eyes on you, beloved.”

Will sobbed, his hand over his mouth as he moaned, “No,no…”

The body on the creature changed, twisting and coloring differently as the demon that had come out became the same man Will had not stopped dreaming of for the past ten years.

Hannibal smiled. “Yes, my darling. I am so happy that you waited for me.”

Will threw himself into his arms, clutching at Hannibal’s shoulders and whispering, “It’s a dream, it’s a dream…”

Hannibal kissed his cheek, his neck, and then turned Will’s head to look at him. “No, Mylimasis. It is real. I have been waiting so long for your return.”

Will’s smile was radiant, kissing him for all it was worth and when they came up for air his first words were, “Who is going to die this time?”

Hannibal smiled. “Everyone.”

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Hannigram AU: It

When
Will was young, the only place he found much joy was with his friends: Beverly, Jimmy, Alana, Brian, Jack, and Margot.
The seven of them weren’t well liked in school then, The Loser’s Club, but none
of them cared.

His
parents were not very strict, but they weren’t exactly warm and most of his
best memories were of fishing in the pond with his younger sister, Abigail.

After Abigail was taken, Will remembers his
mother left and his father barely spoke.  

Will’s explanation fell on deaf ears, no one
believed him about the man in the clown suit, not even his friends. Until
someone took Bella, and Jack was determined to find her.

They didn’t find her, but they stopped It.

Or so they’d thought.

Will felt the fear rise up in him, fighting not
to show It just how scared he was.

The cold breath on his cheek made him close his
eyes.

“You’ve grown up so well, my cunning
boy,” the icy touch of long dead fingers made him sob, “But look where
that has gotten you. Alone, all alone.”

Will opened his eyes, smiling even as tears
blurred his vision.

“I’m not alone.”

The wide smile got in return was chilling.

“No, I suppose not. Though I have been here
waiting, right where you left me.”

Will shivered as the monster he had pretended to
forget leaned in and licked his cheek.

“They all float down here, Will, and you
will too. I promise you that.”

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Hannigram AU: Twin Peaks

Special Agent Will Graham is sent to the sleepy town of Twin Peaks to look into the bloody murder of Abigail Hobbs. He expect this investigation to be like all the others.

He’s wrong.

Will looked up just as Dr. Lecter came to table.

“Good afternoon, Agent Graham.”

“Good afternoon, Dr. Lecter.”

Dr. Lecter gestured to the empty seat across from him. “May I join you?”

“Please.”

He watched the enigmatic man sat down and raised his hand for the waitress.

“How is the investigation coming?”

Will remembered the events of the night before with a shiver. “This place is very…confusing.”

“How so?”

The waitress came over with a tea bag and poured water in the food doctor’s cup.

“For every answer I find a million more questions arise.”

Dr. Lecter dipped his tea bag in the steaming water and smiled. “What is life if not a never ending quest for answers?”

Will chuckled and took a sip of his coffee. He eyed the man across from him with interest. Who knew what secrets Dr. Lecter was hiding?

He set his cup down.

“Do you have any answers for me?”

The smile he got in return was genuine.

“I do if you have the right questions.”

Will leaned forward.

“Do you know who killed Abigail Hobbs?”

Hannibal looked down at his tea and ran his thump around the rim of the cup.

“I believe I do.”

Will grabbed his wrist and he looked up.

“Who?”

“I will tell you over dinner?”

Will frowned. “You can’t tell me now?”

Dr. Lecter turned his wrist, the movement made Will’s grip loosen and soon they were holding hands.

“Would you like me to?”

Will swallowed. “What time do you want to meet, Doc…Hannibal?”

Hannibal kissed the top of his hand.

“I will come to you.”

Will was confused as he watched him leave, his cheeks warm and thoughts swirling. A moment later the waitress returned, though this time it was young Alana Bloom. She smiled.

“What’s happening with you and Dr. Lecter?”

Will looked at her.

“I have no idea.”

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Hannigram AU: Friday the 13th

The death of six year old Winnifred “Winnie” Graham is a national headline. Camp Crystal Lake insists her death an accident, that everything had been done and the police find the same findings.

Only her father Will thinks otherwise, draining his life savings and losing his wife over his obsession for those involved to pay for what they did.

Three years pass.

Will is living in and out of motels barely passing through the remainder of his life when a sudden headline brings him back to life again.

CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE TO REOPEN

The ensuing bloodbath that follows is cathartic, a tribute to Winnie and Will weeps when it’s over.

No one is left alive and the police are baffled. That’s why they bring in someone to help.

The first time Hannibal Lecter sees the crime scene he falls in love.

Brutal, angry, and obviously personal he nearly weeps for this man’s pain. He points the police in the wrong direction towards an angry father who was furious that his daughter was going away to school after her summer job.

Garett Jacob Hobbs’s arrest brings forth his other activities and reveals that he’s been killing all along.

Hannibal searches and easily finds the identity of this sad killer: Will Graham. Will himself however is a ghost, barely existing, living in and out of motels though never staying in one place for long.

Except he cannot find Will.

Hannibal’s frustration grows over the course of the next few weeks that turn into years. He almost gives up entirely on the anniversary of the massacre when an idea comes to him.

He will reopen Camp Crystal Lake.

Hannibal held up his hands as the masked figure he was certain had to be Will Graham came toward him.

“Hello, Will.”

Will stopped, his chest movement growing more exaggerated as he stood there staring. He spoke not one word so Hannibal spoke for the both of them.

“My name is Hannibal Lecter and I did this for you.”

The mask was taken off and he was struck by the sight of Will in the flesh. He looked ragged, malnourished, and somewhat disoriented as he looked around the forest.

“For me?”

“I found the counselors and financed the reopening.”

Will turned do look at the body not far from them, a young man with his throat slashed rather crudely.

“Why?”

Hannibal took a step forward and Will gripped the machete in his hand tighter. He stopped moving.

“I want to help you,” he whispered, “You mesmerize me.”

Will scoffed and his hollow laughter seemed to echo through the camp.

“I’m a monster,” he whispered, “They took her and made me a monster.”

Hannibal took another step forward and then kept on going, the lack of fear now between them gone. He laid his hand on Will’s shoulder and they shared a look that sung through his very senses.

“You are not a monster,” he promised and set his other hand on Will’s cheek, “You are a protector, a warrior, a father avenging his child. These spoiled children and rotten people, are lucky to have witnessed your righteous fury before death claimed them.”

Will’s tears began to flow in earnest and Hannibal wanted to lick them from his blood spattered cheeks. He instead kissed just under his eye and felt Will shudder against him.

“I don’t know what to do,” Will confessed, “I—“

Hannibal wrapped his arm around Will’s back and pulled him in closer. He breathed in the rich scent of death and Will’s tears.

“There are more of them,” he assured, “Those who let her die alone in the lake. We will hunt them down and make them pay.”

Will gripped him hard and pressed his nose against Hannibal’s neck.

“Thank you.”

Hannibal smiled. “No Will. Thank you.”