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The Royal House of Lecter was in an uproar.
For the first time in nearly a hundred years, the King’s only son had just presented as an omega. The queen fainted, dead on her feet, the butler helping her to a fainting couch as the King was assured that the queen still had plenty of child bearing years left to produce a legitimate male heir.
The next pregnancy took several years later than was planned, though once the queen was with child the impending birth was heralded as an answer to prayers. The castle was devoted entirely to ensuring the queen gave birth. The king’s son turned twelve that season and was ostracized by his classification even in his own household, which caused him to retreat into solitude.
When the queen gave birth to a girl there were murmurs, though it was mentioned that an alpha female could inherit the throne. It was not common, though it was done.
Mischa was an alpha, presenting at ten in Hannibal’s twenty-second year celebration which again kept the prince forgotten.
The following winter, amidst heavy snowfall, the royal palace was attacked and the sole survivor was the only royal no one wanted to acknowledge: the omega.
But there was no other heir, the laws demanded a legitimate Lecter heir through birth, so Hannibal was named King Consort and a council was appointed to figure out how to obtain an alpha king and the balls began.
Year after year, ball after ball, the prince never was accepting of a single alpha. Kings, queens, princes, princesses, and commoners alike were invited but none were able to catch Hannibal’s attention.Not until a rival country stole the King Consort in the night.
The blackguard King Verger had decided he would bed the notoriously fickle omega himself to take over both lands.
Hannibal fought tooth and nail to keep from being assaulted and barely managed to escape with his life running into the woods only to loose consciousness out barely half way through the forest.
When Hannibal woke he smelled the most intoxicating smell and moaned, “Alpha.”
He felt a hand on his forehead, a cooling touch and comforting in its gentleness. “No, I’m not a…”
Hannibal opened his eyes and looked into a crystal clear blue gaze, the young man sat on the edge of a makeshift cot looking quite worried for him. He took a deep breath, the scent fainter now.
“You have not yet presented.”
The young man bristled, taking a cloth from by the bed and reaching out to wipe his brow.
“Of course I have.”
Hannibal could see the blush in the young man’s cheeks. “You do not smell as strong as you should, that is how I know.”
The young man ignored his observation and moved to stand but Hannibal grabbed his arm.
“Am I still in Merlia?”
“Yes.”
Hannibal stiffened. “Your king…”
The angry look in the young man’s eyes gave Hannibal pause.
“That man is NOT my king.”
The tension left Hannibal at once, his body growing more comfortable around this stranger knowing they shared a common enemy.
“Who is?”
The young man took away the cloth, and looked away as he murmured, “The king is dead,” he closed his eyes, “His family slaughtered in the invasion and Mason got away with usurping the throne through fear.”
Hannibal knew Verger had taken the throne and done away with any surviving heirs to it, but hearing it coming from this young man gave him pause.
“You knew them? The royals?”
There was a sad smile when the young man looked at him again. “Yes, we were close.”
“I am sad to say I have never had the pleasure.”
The young man looked at him, “The King was fair and strong, and the Queen was beautiful in her gentleness.”
He then stood up and left Hannibal alone most of the evening except to bring thin broth that warmed the omega down to his bones.
When they parted the last words Hannibal heard were, “Sleep well,” and the King Consort did until a nightmare wearing King Mason’s face woke him abruptly.
Fear, cold and curdling in his belly at the memory made him shiver. The touch to his hand should have startled but Hannibal had smelled the ready to present alpha coming even before he reached out to comfort.
“Are you all right?”
Hannibal grabbed hold and squeezed, nails digging into the young man’s hand.
“I bit him,” he growled, “tore into the side of his face and think perhaps he may have lost an ear.”
A chuckle came as his young savior sat down on the edge of the bed, the hand in his settling now. “I hope you did,” he sighed, “My name is Will.”
“Hannibal.”
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A belated birthday gift for @desperatelyseekingcannibals
The move from Denmark had done nothing for Lucas’s mood. He still found himself shying away from most contact, preferring a detached sort of existence even at his place of employment. The scent blockers didn’t do much but they kept omegas from coming up to him, the alpha hiding as a beta.
He didn’t trust anyone, not really, and spent evenings alone calling Marcus every other day to see how his son was faring.
Marcus was on a visit when he spotted the ad hanging off the side of a bulletin board on their way from the grocery.
Beginner Art Classes. Free first lesson! Call Aiden at 777-564-3498
Lucas could remember playing at drawing in his youth, mostly animals and occasionally his friends in silly situations.
“Oh dad, can we?”
He never could say no to his son.
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Hannigram AU: The Temporary Omega
The Lecter household’s biological shift is tearing them apart.
Hannibal Lecter’s wife died of “natural causes” only a few short months from when Will Graham is appointed their temporary omega. He has never been a live in omega before, the idea of taking someone’s place in that way seems abhorrent to him but one interview and the agency says he is a natural despite the problem of his “unstable nature” at his last employer.
He meets with Dr. Lecter in his home, his daughter Abigail having been kept apart from the process. The two of them in a room together for only a few minutes when Will is scented the first time, the gentle hand caress making him whimper as it’s taken away just as quickly.
The alpha seems embarrassed, angry, and asks him to leave immediately despite will just having gotten there.
Will is angry, refuses to leave, and braces for attack when the alpha stops. He asks Will to sit down and the real interview seems to begin. They get along well, discuss Will’s duties if he’s chosen which consist of child care, scenting both he and his young daughter, and the occasional scenting sessions alone just the two of them. Will’s heats are discussed, planned for, and if Will so chooses to ask for Hannibal’s help he offers it.
He leaves and is asked back almost the next morning, given double the salary discussed and the length of his temporary stay is extended even before it begins.
One year instead of the standard six months.
The contract will end then since most omegaless households stabilize in six months Will does not expect complications.
He does not expect to find out the secrets of the Lecter household, and definitely does not expect to want to stay.
Will paused at the door, hand on the doorknob when he spoke.
“I…I think my heat is going to be a longer one this time.”
He can always feel Hannibal’s breath on his neck, though the alpha is far across the bedroom. “Yes, it does indeed seem to be…strong.”
Will turns, eyes lighting at the sight of the alpha. “I want you,” he stutters, taking a deep breath, “I want you to help me through it.”
Hannibal smiles, his own eyes flashing in return.
“I thought you might.”
Adam ran a hand over the ridge of Elias’s belly so round with his child, their child, that he could barely believe it.
“I’m very fat.”
Elias frowned down at himself and looked on the verge of tears while Adam resisted the urge to lick his swollen belly.
“You’re pregnant, Curly,” he nuzzled his omega’s skin, “With our little poppet.”
Elias sighed when Adam scented his skin, the purred rumble that came out of him made Adam only want to get closer.
“Adam,” the whimper was always surprising from his big omega, “I’m leaking.”
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Hannigram AU: The Alpha’s Mate
The Garoux pack was run on several ongoing traditions but only two were the most closely followed.
They had the same Alpha until the previous died, be it in combat or of old age.
The Alpha mate was chosen at random. Those who caught the Alpha’s eye were blessed to live in luxury for seven years till a new mate was chosen.
Or so it had been before Will Graham.
The Lecter massacre had made Hannibal Alpha fourteen years ago as he was the only survivor among them. He had chosen young Graham by chance meeting, a skirmish on the street in which Will refused to bare his neck.
He then refused to go to the Alpha at all, having to be formally escorted. Over the next seven years their pack watched the Alpha pursue his mate.
Will did not seem to care for his mate at all, surprising everyone when he chased out the Alpha’s choice tearing poor Kristina to shreds.
For the next seven years, Garoux flourished with their leaders so in love. Surely the Alpha would not replace Will.
Then Warren received a handwritten note from Alpha Hannibal.
You are Chosen.
“You can run.”
Warren heard the words echo in his head when he walked up to the door of the Alpha’s home.
His sister had been sobbing when he left, cursing him and for good reason.
He was a coward.
Everyone knew running wasn’t even an option, not really.
Seven years ago Kristina had tried, and her death had been terrible, had looked so horribly brutal.
Warren couldn’t die like that.
The door opened before he could knock, the bloodshot look of the alpha’s eyes making him pause.
“Alpha Hannibal?”
A growl. “You.”
He was pulled in by his shirt front and slammed into the wall so hard he cried out.
“YOU DID THIS! YOU! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO KILL YOU!”
Warren whimpered, shaking, “I’m sorry! I…”
He was let go just as abruptly as he’d been grabbed, falling to the floor hard.
The alpha paced back and forth, mumbling to himself as Warren took in the state of the house.
Chaos.
Broken vases and artwork, overturned tables, and the scent of blood in the air.
The one thing he did not smell was the reason he had been so frightened to come to the door.
“Will.”
The alpha paused, turning to look at him slowly. His eyes were glowing yellow and angry. “You dare speak his name?”
Warren shrunk back as the alpha turned and began staking towards him. “I didn’t mean…”
“He left.”
Warren whimpered. “He isn’t supposed to?”
A growl, “Forever, he left forever. Finished playing the game. Those were the words written on the note.”
Warren swallowed back the fear bubbling up to the surface, “I’m sorry.”
Hannibal stood in front of him, his face dangerously close. “You should be,” he reached out to touch Warren’s cheek, “He would’ve made it much quicker than I will.”
Warren could not see for the tears that welled up, shaking his head. “Please, please don’t.”
The sudden transformation was halted as the alpha let him go, the distinct scent of Will filling Warren’s nose though he could not see him. Warren sobbed, scrambling to his feet as he ran, only for the Alpha’s mate claw dig in hard when grabbing his arm.
“You run away, it will only make it worse,” he whispered, “Didn’t they tell you that?”
“Will…”
The Alpha was smiling, his eyes teary. Warren could barely breathe, stopping his struggle when Will’s arm came around his waist.
“This is the last. Do you hear me?”
The Alpha nodded, “Yes.”
“Fuck tradition. You know who belongs to who now, don’t you?”
Hannibal knelt and presented his neck. Warren felt the low appreciative growl go right through him.
“Damn straight.”
Warren was let go, the euphoric glee of freedom stopped short when the Alpha grabbed for his leg and pulled him down. Warren screamed as his throat tore, clogging blood blocked every struggle for breath and his last image was of the chosen mate touching the Alpha on the head.
“Mine.”
For @hannigram-a-b-o-library Scenting Day have some omega Nigel
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There was a distressed omega in the building.
Adam had smelled him for days, the scent like ash in his nose and it felt wrong that no one was trying to fix it. Everyone knew omegas only went in distress during stressful times, death and heartbreak the most common, and needed the comfort of an alpha to feel right again.
But no one came for this one.
Adam felt his skin crawl and his body ache till he could no longer keep going on a search. He didn’t know how to approach, it was rude to offer unmated omegas such a thing, but he couldn’t not.
The scent was strongest near apartment 212 and Adam sniffed at the crack in the door before knocking.
He was taken aback by the sight of the omega looking perfectly fine if not a little sour faced. The scent hit him hard even as the omega glared.
“What the fuck do you–”
Adam couldn’t stop from touching, his palm on the omega’s cheek.
“I want to help.”
The door opened fully and made it easy to step inside.
“What?”
Hugs were a sure fire cure for distress and scenting the next best, so Adam did both. He felt the omega relax, shudder in his embrace, and Adam sat them on a threadbare couch for the duration.
“You’re sad,” he said softly, “I’m sorry but I could smell it all week and–”
An omegan purr was a gift, the truest of contentments, and Adam felt pride to hear the sound.
“I don’t…she left,” the omega’s voice was dazed, “My alpha, she left.”
Adam ran his fingers through the omega’s hair. “I’m sorry.”
The purr went through a period of stuttered starts and stops before the omega began scenting Adam back.
“Thank you,” the omega whispered.
The thick sound of the omega’s voice made Adam pull him in.
“You’re welcome.”
“Nigel,” the omega said softly.
“Adam,” he felt his eyes grow heavy, “My name is Adam.”
for @hannigram-a-b-o-library True Mates day
Hannibal was in heat.
Will woke to the sound of his moans at four a.m. and the scent drifted in through the crack in the door. He growled and dug his nails into the mattress, a refusal to move. This is what Hannibal wanted, what he’d planned all along, and Will wasn’t going to let him manipulate their relationship anymore.
He lasted all of an hour, face dripping with sweat and cock dripping precum by the time he opened Hannibal’s door.
There were towels pressed under the crack in the door, no doubt he’d tried to hide the scent. Will took a moment to realize he’d broken the lock, the trashed remains of the frame on the floor.
But the sight inside was worth the mess. Hannibal was on his back working fingers inside himself, back arched as he whined through the futile process. Will pounced on the bed to crawl between his legs and smelled his slick, could only growl in response to Hannibal’s whispered plea.
“Please.”
Will pulled him in to lick the excess that ran down his legs and sniffed, buried his nose there to drown in the intoxicating aroma. This is what he wanted, needed, and could no longer deny. He lapped up the mess and Hannibal writhed in response, a trembled twist of limbs that he stopped with a hard grab to both legs.
“Please, Alpha,” the words were hoarse and desperate begged out of desperation already.
He knew how long it had been since Hannibal had experienced a heat. The center had always given any incarcerated omegas suppressants and Hannibal’s were forced on him by needle according to Tattle Crime.
Will thought about how it would feel to be inside Hannibal, the warm wet tightness of him after being so long denied. He had married a beta because of the constant flood of dreams he’d had about him, the idea of being bonded to another omega was almost laughable.
This was his omega, the one he knew was meant for him, and try as he might to fight it there was no longer a reason to run away.
He was between Hannibal’s legs before he said, “Let me hear you,” and licked over Hannibal’s swollen hole just before he was inside. The taste from the source was heaven, a gift of ambrosia that Will was dizzy over after only a few moments.
Will grinded his face against him, just as desperate and needy for more as Hannibal was. Hannibal grabbed his hair and pulled him in closer still. He lifted his face and crawled up for a kiss, their first.
Will pulled him in with a growl and their noses touched just barely before he broke the kiss. Hannibal’s eyes were wide and bloodshot, Will didn’t know how long Hannibal had suffered while he slept.
“I’m sorry,” Hannibal whispered, “I tried to fight it alone. I–”
Will shook his head. “No,” he kissed him again, “No.”
He pressed a finger inside and his lip curled when Hannibal purred. Will had never had the pleasure of his purr before and never wanted it to stop.
Will pulled down his pajamas and freed his cock, the sight seemed to start a frenzy in Hannibal who sat up and started to rut against him.
“Please, please,” the pain in his voice should have given Will a bit of pleasure but he only wanted to soothe.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He pushed Hannibal down and lifted his legs up, their eyes trained on each other as he pressed inside. The strangled sob as flesh met flesh had him pull the omega up into his lap and cradle Hannibal to his chest as he was fully seated.
“You feel,” Hannibal sighed, his voice more calm as he scented Will’s bare chest.
“Like home,” Will finished and kissed him roughly before he thrust up inside again.
The urgency seemed to have left them both but Will could feel his impatient knot already had started to swell, the slow rocks into Hannibal not nearly enough.
“I’ve never,” Hannibal licked his neck and rubbed his nose over the wet, “had this before.”
His purr at Will’s laugh was perfect, and the alpha tossed him down to thrust inside harder.
“Heat sex?”
“Sex that involved such overwhelming feeling.”
“Neither have I.”
Hannibal threw back his head and Will bit a collar of marks. He growled and started to cant his hips in a quick rhythm. Will reached out to touch Hannibal’s cock and was rebuffed, his hand licked and put on the omega’s cheek.
“I want to cum on your knot.”
Will groaned and started to drill into him, the strangled sound when he hit Hannibal’s inner pleasure again and again music to his ears.
“Will, oh Will.”
Will bit into him as Hannibal screamed, spilled a mess of cum between them while Will continued. He tasted blood on his tongue and felt a bit of broken skin between his teeth.
They were mates.
Hannibal bit into him so quick Will barely had time to register before he came with a muffled groan, knot swelled and locked while he spilled inside.
They each pulled back slowly and stared again before a long languid kiss that felt so different now.
Will could feel Hannibal in his head, a perfect part of him as he’d always been suddenly made true.
He scented Hannibal’s neck while he whispered, “Mine,” and the deep growl of the word made Hannibal sigh.
“Yes, as I have always been.”
They lay quietly after and the knot keep them together, though really there was nowhere either of them wanted to be.
He felt so empty.
Sweat fell down Elias’s face, his breathing labored as he shoved the artificial
knot inside of him.Every heat got worse than the last, the empty ache never feeling fulfilled by
the fake toys he’d used since presenting at fifteen.He groaned, tears in his eyes as the orgasm he’d been desperate for was ripped
from him.The slick sliding down his thighs seemed to never end, even now he could feel
it starting up again.He needed an Alpha.
The very idea made him shiver, imagining being knotted good and proper.
It was something that would never be done. No one wanted an omega with a huge
cock, Gabriel had told him that since they were young. Even if they did who
wanted one who couldn’t have children?Elias fell back and let himself relax, eyes closed as he imagined phantom
fingers touching in all the perfect places.His groans were so loud that it was heard in the apartment above, waking a very
cranky Alpha out of a fitful sleep.Adam ground his teeth and jumped out of bed, ready to tear into the omega who
seemed to feel the need to have their alphaless heat in their home every month
instead of a facility like most did. Adam had only lived here a short time, but
this had been a constant for months now and he was done letting it ruin his
sleep. He threw open his apartment door and headed down the stairs as the
sounds seemed to drill into his skull.His hands shook with anger as he pounded on the
door, still somewhat asleep as he yelled, “Open up right now,
you…!”The door opened and the man on the other side was nothing like he’d imagined
the omega to be. Almost too big to be an omega at all, but he could smell the
heat coming off him like a beacon.Adam’s nostrils flared and the omega’s eyes widened.
“You,” he stepped in closer, “Need any help?”
No one was more surprised than Adam when the door was shut in his face and
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Burn for Me by nightliferogue (click for ao3)
There were many people who could tell you what it felt like to lose a mate, but very few who could tell you the pain of the loss when your mate was still alive.
Nigel was now one of those unlucky few.
A hole, that’s what it felt like. A gigantic hole had been dug inside him and begged to be filled again. He’d long since run out of tears, the hollow loneliness was almost preferable to the months were he’d miss Adam not being around.
He deserved this, losing the one fucking good thing he’d had. Alphas like him didn’t get happy endings, most died just as they’d come into the world: cold and screaming.
It killed him to imagine Adam someplace feeling this emptiness even if his little omega had asked for the bond break.
Adam shouldn’t have to go through this. What a selfish asshole he’d been to give him the bite at all.
He closed his eyes and tried to calm the need, his teeth ached and he whimpered for want of Adam’s scent.
Darko had looked at him with pity when he left and didn’t even say a word when he’d handcuffed him to the headboard. The doctors had said twelve hours and it would end.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out for that long so this was best, and Darko would be back when the alarm went off.
The clock next to the bed read nine thirty.
It had only been two hours.
Nigel hoped he passed out from the pain.
There were moments in hour three where he surprised himself by thoughts of someone besides Adam. He thought of Gabi, of her tits and her warm smile that never quite reached her eyes. She’d been a beta, a healthy fucking choice, and when she left him for another beta Nigel had been so angry. Not even hurt, just angry.
He would’ve killed them both, wanted to, and been happier for it.
When Adam left all he’d done was hurt, and would’ve done anything to make things right again.
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Hannibal had always thought of his second gender as a weapon until he met Will Graham.
He used it to ensnare unsuspecting alphas in, the scent of such a fertile omega intoxicating to the point of madness in even the most basic among them.
The delight in their eyes at his attention was always so amusing, even more so the alarm as he made the first cut.
Will was different.
The alpha didn’t bat an eye at Hannibal’s scent, his annoyance at being profiled quite endearing to say the least.
Hannibal found himself doing something odd with Will over those first few months. He used his scent to soothe, to entice but not deliver, and flaunted his impending heat in hopes to cause a rut.
But Will, ever the gentleman, did nothing. The alpha had control the likes in which he’d never seen, which only made Hannibal want him more.
He spent his first heat after meeting Will alone, the desperation for him and him only was terrifying in its intensity.
Hannibal went to see Will the day his heat broke. He hoped the last scent of heat would gain his attention but instead Will just seemed happy to see him. He felt quite foolish how just being near Will and pleasing him was its own reward.
Not long after, Will killed Garett Jacob Hobbs and Hannibal grew more enamored than ever.
It did not stop Hannibal in his pursuit, instead he found ways to be around Will, bringing him meals and even ridiculous things for his dogs.In those first few weeks of their burgeoning connection Hannibal became so focused on Will that he neglected anything else. No murders, no parties, and he cut down his patients.
Still Will seemed oblivious to his intentions.
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Alpha Mine by nightliferogue
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