Will comes home to Abigail setting the table with the usual ridiculously expensive silverware. He smiles fondly at Abigail. Hannibal enters the dining room, carrying a bottle of yet another ridiculously expensive vintage wine on one hand, and a casserole made of glass on the other.
The rich aroma of a dish, which undoubtedly is of excellent quality, wafts through the air. Will goes near Hannibal and kisses him. Hannibal smiles and Will settles down in his own chair. Abigail is already sitting down, giddily watching them.
Hannibal sits down and dinner is about to start.
“What’s for dinner?” Will asks lightly, looking first at Abigail then at Hannibal. Abigail grins.
“Never ask, Will.” Hannibal replies. He removes the cover of the glass casserole.
OKAY, please PLEASE know that I have never drawn mpreg (or any preg) before, this is my first time, so if it looks whack or strange, I apologize! I tried guys! Axelle on AO3 suggested Omega!Will pregnant and with Hannibal worshiping his pregnantness, and this was what I managed. It was pretty weird for me, first time drawing this and all, and I’m pretty sure I failed on the worshiping bit xD and as you can see I absolutely cheated by making the pregnant part only just noticeable, did you notice it? 😀
But maybe next time (if there is a next time) it’ll be better. I have to get used to drawing something first, or else I always hate how it looks T_T
PS: There was an entire background for this, but then I realized the background cluttered the image even more, so I scrapped it and doodled. I have no excuses.
Next up on the suggestion list: Aiden from Blood and Chocolate with good ol’ Nigel 😉
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.
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