Tag: asks

I just finished watching the 1932 ‘The Mummy’. I was wondering if you could write a Hannigram AU! On it?

Okay I’ve never seen this movie and probably never will. 

But I like mummies. 

So I’m just gonna do my thing. 

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“What is this?” 

Will stared at the artifact in his hands. The shape appeared to be that of a antlered creature but with man’s hands instead of hooves. He rubbed his hand own the edge of it’s neck and felt a spark go through him. 

The man who’d handed it to him, Dr. Frederick Chilton, laughed as if he’d told the most absurd joke. 

“You claim to be a historian and you’ve never heard of the Weeping Wendigo?” 

Will pushed his glasses up on his face with a frown. “No, should I have?” 

Chilton tittered as if he’d joked again and Will’s hand tightened on the Wendigo’s neck. “Legend has it that the Pharaoh Serq I and his entire family was slaughtered by his own people one night, torn apart in their lush golden chambers in an uprising that was foretold to bring about a new utopia. The killers all thought they’d cleared the Pharaoh’s line of succession but it turned out his oldest son, Hanbal,  survived. Hanbal came back years later and killed those who’d taken over with his bare hands, bit open their flesh and feasted like an animal. There were reports he’d turned into an antlered monster, sprouted horns and jagged teeth but most say it’s just a legend. Though they made artificats such as this to honor him. Hanbal reigned for the next thirty years, a malevolent Pharaoh that took care of his people but also kept them in line with his own brand of justice. He was overthrown by his own folly. He fell in love, took a consort, and willingly sacrificed himself in hopes to keep the man, Wehem, free from harm.” 

Will shivered. “They killed them both,” he whispered, “Yes?” 

Chilton grinned and leaned forward. “They mummified Wehem in front of Hanbal, let him watch as his consort screamed in agony, and then did the same to him. He vowed vengeance, revenge, and a slaughter the likes in which would never been seen. They hid the location of his burial for centuries because of it, though the artifacts depicting Hanbal as the antlered creature were said to cry tears of blood at his death.” 

The story seemed almost to vibrate though Will and his hands shook as he set the statue down. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “What is it that you’ve come to me for, Mister Chilton?” 

Chilton tapped his cane on the floor of Will’s office and the reverberating echo seemed almost a death knell. He stood up and slapped his hands on the desk. 

“I am offering you access to the find of the century. I only need your expertise in translating the tomes and things found therein.” 

Will put his hand on the wendigo again. “You’ve found them?” 

Chilton shook his head. “They were buried separately,” he mused, “Or at least that’s what the legends say. My researcher, Bloom, she promises me that she’s found the Pharaoh himself though, my boy. She’s been digging for over a year now and she’s sure of it.” 

Will felt as if his entire being was uplifted by the words. He smiled. 

“I’d be more than happy to join you, Mr. Chilton. I am quite certain being immersed in the Pharaoh will be quite an….illuminating experience. A rebirth, if you will.” 

Chilton laughed again and held out his hand. 

Will reigned himself in and only shook with a limp movement. 

After all, he didn’t want to frighten the man. 

At least….not yet. 

Hanbal would do that for him. 

Need all the AUs 😍 but what about Techer!Hannibal/Student!Will

So two years ago I wrote a series of ficlets about a young student intern Will who has a particular association with plants called A Growing Boy. 

This inspired me to try to use the same basic premise again but different. So thank you, anon. Expect more of this to come. 

A Growing Boy – Remix 

The first time Alana spoke of the flowers he thought little of them at all.

“Flowers keep appearing in the third row, right between the first and second seats.”

Hannibal looked up from his desk with a smile. “Flowers? Do you have admirers Ms. Bloom?”

Alana raised an eyebrow. “Doctor Lecter, if anyone has admirers it’s you and not those kind of flowers. Little tiny white ones like someone’s keeping them in their pockets. The janitor told me about having to clean them up for the fourth time in a week and as this is a new session…..we could figure out the culprit easily.”

Hannibal shook his marking pen in her direction. “As you are my assistant I will leave the mystery up to you. If you need my authority to speak to the offender let me know.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Whatever you say, sir.”

“Hannibal, Ms. Bloom, I’ve told you for two sessions already to call me Hannibal.”

Alana went back to grading her half of the stack with a brighter smile on her face. “All right.”

The rest of the week went by so quickly he hardly thought of the incident, and by week’s end he hardly remembered.

Then in the midst of a rather important test Alana walked over to him with a note.

IT’S WILL GRAHAM.

Hannibal looked over to where Mr. Graham sat, deep in thought, and watched as the young man chewed on the edge of his pencil. He admired Will for his academics as well as his beauty, but of course now he was intrigued. The need to learn Will’s deep dark secret intensified as he watched the younger man work through his test. He didn’t stop staring even as Will looked up, the surprised and sheepish look on the young man’s face quite fetching to say the least.

Will stood up with his test and walked to his desk, his cheeks red with Hannibal’s constant admiration. He set the papers down and Hannibal spoke softly.

“Will, if you would please stay after class I wish to speak with you.”

He watched as fear filled Will’s eyes and did nothing to calm it. “I…is something wrong?”

“After class, please.”

The way Will walked back to his seat was interesting, hanging shouldered and sad. Hannibal wondered just what the young man thought he was going to reprimand him for and smiled at the possibilities.

He made sure not to look at Will again once he sat down and went back to finishing writing tomorrow’s lecture.

Then it seemed as if timed passed by in a flash because he heard Alana say, “Pencils down.”

Each remaining student left one by one as they set down their papers, and by the time Will came up he was practically maroon in the cheeks.

“Doctor Lecter, if I did something I—”

Hannibal smiled. “Nothing untoward I assure you, Mr. Graham, but it has become an annoyance that I’ve been asked to fix. My assistant spotted some flowers by your feet today and I’d like to ask if you could refrain from leaving them on the floor in the future.”

Will gasped and turned white. “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s entirely all right, I just would ask you to shake off the leavings of any plant related activities you engage in before you come here from now on.”

“Sure,” Will said fast, “I’ll….yeah.”

He took off quickly and Hannibal was almost disappointed by the outcome.

Will didn’t return for his next two classes and Hannibal became annoyed. This wasn’t like WIll, not at all, and he went to some of his fellow professors only to learn Mr. Graham was only skipping his class specifically.

“I’ve noticed the poor thing looks rather down lately but otherwise he’s as fine as ever.”

Hannibal could not help himself from waiting on the third day outside one of his classes. He watched the young man exit and turn only to stare with wide eyes at the sight of him.

“Will.”

“Doctor Lecter, I…um…”

“Come with me to my office.”

Will looked reluctant but did as he was told, the sound of his shuffled feet muffled by all the other students in the halls. He unlocked his office door and let Will in first then followed behind.

“I’m sorry,” Will started even before Hannibal sat, “I just…”

“I was not aware flowers would cause you such an internal struggle. I teach a biology class after all, not some form of herbology.”

Will sighed. “It’s not…I just…”

Hannibal began to loosen his tie. “If you would explain to me the reason you’re now in danger of missing three lectures.”

He took off his tie and heard Will’s intaked breath, only to look up and see the pink of the younger man’s cheeks. “Will?”

Will put his hand down on the desk and Hannibal saw it shake just before he bunched up the sleeve of his shirt. Hannibal watched the fabric begin to move on its own and reached out to move his hand away.

A dozen or so of the white flowers fell out across his desk.

Hannibal met Will’s frightened gaze. “Show me.”

Will rolled up his sleeve and Hannibal’s eyes widened. He saw a series of interconnected vines up and down Will’s arm with various unbloomed and bloomed flowers.

“Please, don’t…I…it’s not…”

“This is all over your body?”

Will’s eyes filled with tears. “Yes.”

Hannibal licked his lips. “This is why you were hiding from me.”

“I didn’t know what to do. My dad didn’t even want me to go to school at all but I begged him! It’s never happened before now! I just…I need to…I want to be like everyone else.”

Hannibal put his hand on Will’s arm and several buds blossomed at once till there was a shower of flowers between them.

“Will, how old are you?”

Will let out a shaky breath. “Nineteen.”

“Have you been so isolated that you’ve never experienced attraction before?”

Will shook his head. “I’m not…,” he pulled his arm back and hid the vines from Hannibal’s view, “…some wide eyed country bumpkin, Doctor. It’s just…I don’t necessarily feel this type of thing with everyone.”

“But you have someone who has opened up this feeling in you now.”

Will looked away. “Yeah,” he stood up, “I’ll clean up after myself ok? So it’s not a bother anymore. Just…I know I don’t have to say this but don’t tell anyone.”

Hannibal stood up and walked around the desk. He put his hand out and touched Will’s shoulder again. “No you don’t, though I’d ask something of you if I may?”

Will put his hands in his pockets and tensed, looking down at his shoes.

“What?”

“May I study you for my own personal research? I would not keep notes that were accessible to anyone but myself, however I feel compelled to ask even if the answer is no.”

Will looked up and gone was the scared mouse Hannibal had imagined him to be.

“No.”

Hannibal nodded and stepped back.

“Enjoy the rest of your day, Mr. Graham. I hope to see you in lecture today.”

Will scuffled off and Hannibal sighed. He turned back to his desk only to see a familiar white flower on the floor. He bent down and noticed there was an unbloomed bud attached. The moment he touched the flower the bud bloomed.

Hannibal smiled and walked around to sit at his desk. He carefully laid the flower in his finished coffee cup. He poked at the petals and felt them flutter at his touch.

Was he the cause of Will Graham’s sudden bloom?

The idea made him wonder just what other reactions he could get out of young Will.

He knew student/teacher romance was not allowed but in this circumstance Hannibal had little care.

Will Graham would bloom for him in all the ways one could and he’d get his research hands on, the prospect of watching Will’s physical responses to more than just cursory touch filled him with immense pleasure. There would be no consequences and all gain.

After all, what was the worst that could happen?

Thank you so much for your wonderful writing! Do you think you could add more to your Spacedogs arranged marriage AU? I’m a sucker for that trope; and rakish Nigel falling for sweet Adam in A/B/O historical setting? Happy place. :) Thanks again, you rock star, you.

Thank you! 

I don’t know which story this is. I feel like I should but I don’t remember doing any arranged marriage aus for Spacedogs. If you’re talking about The Arrangement that’s not an ABO and it’s not an arranged marriage. 

I know this is an extremely old prompt but I finally feel in a place where I can answer some of them so I apologize for the wait. 

If you sent this and can point me in the right direction it would be appreciated. I’ve written alot of things and sometimes even I forget them. 

Do you remember a story you wrote where Hannibal is a teacher with Will as his student? Hannibal first thinks Will is cheating, but then finds that Will is just good at his class. So Hannibal really likes him… and then Will comes to class with a black eye… I wanted to read the rest, but accidentally deleted the post I saved :,(. What was the post/name *please*

Apt Pupil, one of my favorites.

It’s on ao3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8272922