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Continuation Ask(s) — “Hannigram AU: The Devil & The Dog Lover” (and/)or # Mummy Boyfriends +++ Congrats on your anniversary! After all this time I still love your writing! Thanks, as always, for writing and sharing!!!! – Ladydey.

Thank you! I hope you like this!

Continued from here

Will drove the following evening to Hannibal’s home which is way far off from his own. How the dogs ran all the way to Wolf Trap from here he had no idea.

He parked in the driveway, and grabbed the dogs’ leashes before he headed up to the door. They whined and fought a bit along the way but Will didn’t let them win, knocking on the door to wait.

Hannibal’s smile when the door was opened gave Will’s stomach a little flip but he ignored it. “Hello, Will,” he said, then leaned down the dogs, “Hello Rom–”

Curly snapped at his hand when he tried to touch him, his growl deep and deadly.

“Are you sure they’re yours?”

“They’ve been quite spoiled I’m sure in your care, it will just take some time for them to get to know me again.”

Will scoffed. “Sure. I’ll see if they even want to pass the threshold.”

Hannibal moved out of his way and he got the dogs inside, which didn’t improve their moods especially once the door was closed. He took off the leashes and they didn’t leave his side, practically knocking him over in an effort to stay away from Hannibal.

“I assure you—”

“I really think judging by their reactions that I can’t leave them here.”

“Will, be reasonable. Just sit with me at dinner, let them relax and relearn their environment. I have missed their presence more than they or you know.”

Will still doesn’t quite believe him.

They head into the dining room, impeccably decorated in an almost garish way, and Will sat down. The dogs put their heads on his lap, one on each side, while Hannibal walked into what he imagined must be the kitchen.

Will pets over the dogs’ heads one by one as he looks around the room.

Everything is perfectly put and not a single hair on the floor.

No dogs lived here, or at least not these.

When Hannibal comes back Will is more than ready to leave until the food is set before him.

Everything looked amazing.

“Steak au poivre, braised sweet potatoes and oven roasted garlic artichokes paired with a lovely Chateau Cheval Blanc.”

Will let go of the dogs and held out his glass for Hannibal to pour. “What vintage?”

“Forty seven.”

His eyes widened. “You just keep wine that expensive on hand?”

“For special occasions, yes.”

He knew just how expensive the wine was but paid no mind as he took a drink.

“It’s good.”

“I’m pleased.”

Hannibal put his hand on Moe’s head and the dog allowed his touch. The other dog moved around Will’s chair and seemed interested in attention.

“Huh.”

“They just needed to be comfortable.”

Will cut the steak on his plate and took a bite, letting out a sigh. Hannibal sat down across the table and poured himself a glass of wine never looking away from him. “Is it to your liking?”

“More than,” Will confessed, “I haven’t had meat this tender in…ever.”

“I have a very good butcher.”

“You must,” Will laughed, “Or the meat was tenderized to oblivion.”

Hannibal took a bite and Will watched as blood came down his lip. He licked it away and Will’s cheeks reddened. “What is oblivion anyway? Sometimes it’s better to take your time in a meal rather than rush.”

“I guess.”

“Who is looking after the other dogs?”

“Alana. She said I needed a night out even if it was to negotiate dog ownership.”

“Do you and Ms. Bloom have a romantic attachment?”

“No,” Will laughed, “I haven’t had a date in…nevermind.”

Hannibal smiled. “I haven’t had an intimate dinner such as this in quite some time myself. Even if it’s not a date, I am happy to share this meal with you.”

The rest of their meal was a whirlwind of talk that ended with Will having revealed most of his childhood and various secrets he’d never told another soul. He got teary eyed as he told Hannibal of his mother’s abandonment, chewing on the artichoke reminding him of a lost memory. The potatoes brought back his father’s death, alone in the house holding the body till the police came. He drank two glasses of wine and felt light headed by the end.

But happy.

He felt happy.

The dogs seemed to be happy as well to be in their home, ravishing Hannibal with attention the more he gave Will the same. He led Will to a chair by the fireplace holding two small raspberry tartlets and they stared into the flames with the dogs curled up at their feet.

“I had a good time,” Will confessed, taking a bite.

“I as well.”

He took another bite and felt a sudden warmth. “You spoke of your mother,” he said, “When we had a session.”

“Yes. I had a rather close relationship with her despite our short time together.”

“She’s dead?”

“Yes,” Hannibal said, staring into the fire, “My family was taken from me by those who did not want us in the position we held.”

Will frowned. “What do you mean?”

“My family is part of a royal line,” Hannibal explained, “I was once poised to take the reign after my father but our subjects were not so pleased by the way things were. I fled and worry if I return alone I may not be suitable to protect myself.”

“The dogs.”

“Romulus and Remus were quite angry with me for years after I fled. They grew angry and bitter at the loss of their true home,” he explained, looking to Will, “I believe that is why they chose you. Your warmth reminded them of something lost.”

Will blushed. “I’m not really warm. Really the last thing someone would describe as is…”

Hannibal reached across the chair and took Will’s hand. “You feel plenty warm to me.”

Will stared into his eyes and thought for a moment they shone red.

“Are you going to leave?”

“I have to remain your psychiatrist, of course,” Hannibal smiled, “But in time I suppose I will. I hope to have found a suitable person to rule at my side before then.”

Will’s stomach tightened and he let go. “I hope you do too.”

They finished their dessert and Hannibal walked him to the door, ever the gentleman. Will was torn with the idea of leaving the dogs here but they were sound asleep by the fire.

“I think I’ll leave them here.”

Hannibal smiled. “Thank you, Will. Same time tomorrow for our session?”

“Yeah. Goodnight Hannibal.”

He turned to leave and stopped when Hannibal took his hand.

“May I?”

Will nodded.

Hannibal kissed Will’s hand and looked up through his lashes. “Goodnight, Will.”

When Will left his mind was aflame with the evening as a whole.

Just twenty four hours ago he’d hated this man.

Now it felt as if they’d known each other for a lifetime.

He looked back at the house once more and for a moment it seemed to flicker in the wind, like a ghost only he could see.

Perhaps it was just how tired he suddenly was.

Will went to the car and pulled away with a smile.

Even if there was a murder tonight he had to view tomorrow, he felt as if Hannibal’s guidance was no longer a burden.

After all his hatred of shrinks and being psychoanalyzed, maybe the devil you knew was better after all.

Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP: 2 and 15 for Hannigram — I hope you are well!!

2. Royal AU & 15. Criminal AU 

I’m doing ok. Thank you for asking. Sorry this might not be what you were hoping for. 

Everyone knew who the Beast of Chesapeake Bay was also their new crowned King. 

The very idea was forbidden to even suggest but still everyone knew. 

He’d took four the first year, all from various walks of life, and as the years tacked on the fear rose. 

Keep on your best behavior. 

That was a given in Chesapeake Bay. 

Everyone knew not to start fights, question authority, or even sneeze without excusing themselves. 

Which was why when Will Graham moved into the North Woods left by one of last Spring’s victims, everyone assumed that someone else told him how to be. 

No one did. 

Not a fortnight after he settled into his new cottage, the poor man was taken in by the constable for “unruly behavior” having questioned the Chesapeake Bay Living Tax that was taken each season. 

Graham was kept for four nights and let loose after payment, but was heard to be cursing the King as he left the jail. 

Ms. Bloom took it upon herself to wait at his door to explain things, though she kept it quite vague. 

To her shock, Will laughed. 

“Rules for being? Are you jesting with me?” 

“I most certainly am not,” she sputtered, “It’s just how things are done here. The King…” 

“Fuck the King.” 

He then walked away without even a proper goodbye and slammed the door behind him. 

The rest of that Spring was quite eventful, and not just because of how often Will Graham was arrested. He found himself quite the pariah by Summer, his crop ignored for sale, and as the days went by the man grew quite the sight: unwashed, wild eyed, and hungry. 

Alana left baskets on his doorstep for she pitied him greatly but did not associate herself for fear the Beast would grow angry. 

Though the strangest thing had happened since Graham’s arrival. 

The Beast had not taken a single victim. 

The townsfolk were amazed though still did not believe it possible that their nightmare would end, staying the line as they were meant to do. 

When Will Graham disappeared from his home by Summer’s end there was relief to it. Things were back as they always were. 

Though to the surprise of many, the Beast still slept. 

There was whispered talk that Will Graham still lived and that the King had grown oddly fond of his rule breaking, but no one believed it. 

The massacre in the Fall surprised them all. 

Thirty seven people were dismembered and strewn about in grotesque unimaginable ways, displayed as gifts it seemed for a courting that the Beast seemed to drown in. 

Two days before November’s end, Alana learned just who it was he courted. 

She woke to someone screaming, rushing from her bed to throw open the door just as Duke Chilton was thrown into his front yard. The shadowed figures that stared down at him were hooded but close together as if in speech. Alana watched Chilton try to run but he was easily caught, held down as one figure pulled out a knife already covered in blood. 

Alana fell back on the grass and cried out. 

One of the figures looked her way and she crawled back in fear while tears streamed down her face. “Oh, please….I’ve been so good.” 

The figure walked towards her and she fell back, sobbing as the sound of boot steps echoed in her ears. 

She squeezed shut her eyes and waited for death. 

“No one will hurt you.” 

Alana looked up at the voice and to her shock she saw the figure had thrown back his hood. 

“Will?” 

The moonlight was bright enough to illuminate his face and she knew the reason why the Beast had grown hungrier. 

“You’re…you would allow this?” 

He smiled. “Allow? Have not the rest of you been accomplices to Death for years? I merely joined in.” 

She shook her head. “If you continue this madness there will be no one left to take. You cannot just–”  

“Go to sleep now,” Will said softly, “This night is almost over.” 

Alana could not find speech as he walked away and felt as if she would swoon for the fear that seemed to overtake her.  When Chilton’s last gurgled scream hit the night air she lost all consciousness but woke in her bed. 

The next morning she gathered up a wagon to leave Chesapeake Bay, not caring if the guards dragged her in for her rudeness. 

No one did. 

The Beast married his partner in death just before the first snow fell and though she never returned there was talk that the deaths had waned. Will had listened to her, she knew, but that did not mean the bloodbath was over. 

No, she knew for certain that now it never would be. 

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?

Spacedogs a/b/o au?

Nigel hated being pregnant. 

People treated you like gold when you had a kid in you and a mate mark on your neck, yeah, but they’d also try to touch your fucking stomach like they had any goddamn right. They’d ask personal fucking questions and ask about the due date, which fuck them if they thought he’d share. 

Then he’d go home and remember why he got pregnant in the first place. 

Adam lit up when he walked in the door now and always, his hands came to Nigel’s belly immediately, and the thorough scenting after any time apart made Nigel’s hole ache. 

Adam was an expert at taking him apart after and making Nigel forget why he was so mad in the first fucking place. 

With Adam he loved being pregnant, and only Adam. 

He hoped the little thing inside him had Adam’s eyes. 

Cute and confused Frankenstein! Will?

There weren’t many things about dead bodies that could surprise Hannibal anymore. 

He’d seen bodies in countless states of duress, witnessed the effects of torture and tearing that others would not have the stomach to endure, and read more about anatomy than most. 

Which was why the corpse in the basement of the his latest victim’s home sit up and moan was not something he expected. 

The corpse was a sewn together amalgam up of various other bodies, he could see the lines in the man’s body as it moved, and the sewing was crude at best. 

Hannibal stepped forward and the corpse looked at him curiously. 

“Hello,” he said. 

His new friend reached up to touch his own face. Hannibal stepped closer again and saw the horror in the corpse’s eyes. 

“You’re quite dead, I apologize for that, but not by my hand. Can you understand me? Do you have a name?” 

The corpse looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Will.” 

Hannibal smiled. “Hello, Will.” 

Hannibal AU but Hannibal isn’t a therapist he’s just a life coach

I have no idea what a lifecoach does but here’s what I came up with. 

“You want me to what?” 

Hannibal smiles at him. 

“I want you to go outside naked this evening and howl at the moon.” 

Will laughs and covers his mouth, his blush pretty on his cheeks. 

“I’m not doing that.” 

Hannibal points to the plaque on the wall behind him. “I am a professional, Will. I would not be telling you to do such a thing if not for purely unselfish reasons. I think it would free your inhibitions, make you less stressed and…” 

“Get me arrested?” 

“You live rather remotely, I do not think that will be a problem.” 

Will took off his glasses and his smile was still there, as was the telltale blush that Hannibal was enjoying. “Why?” 

“You need to be one with your inner beast. I think it would help you.” 

“You ask other clients to do this?” 

“No, you are the first. If you desire, I would be there to guide you.” 

Will shouts, “NO! Oh god no,” and laughs again, “I’ll do it but you can’t–” 

“You could lie to me.” 

“I could, but I think we’re beyond lying now aren’t we?” 

Hannibal nods. “Yes, I think so.” 

He watches Will leave and thinks of how long it will take Will to get home, how late it would be when he decides finally to take his advice, and how much time Hannibal could accidentally arrive. 

An hour seemed adequate. 

The drive to the house is a quiet one, though Hannibal didn’t plan on this at first he was happy to have such an auspicious change. He pulls over beside Will’s home and listens for the howls. 

After an hour they come and his dogs all follow his lead. He pulls into the driveway after thirty minutes and walks straight to the back, watches Will’s bare bottom out over the patio and feels a stir in his cock. 

Will howls again and Hannibal moves closer, stumbles on a hidden rock and catches the attention of one of the dogs. 

The surprise in Will’s face is comical as is his attempt to cover himself. 

“I said no!” 

Hannibal pets the closest dog to him. “I apologize, I was worried you wouldn’t.” 

“Well, you didn’t have to. I do everything you say.” 

Hannibal leers at him appreciatively and Will’s blush is different this time. 

“Yes, you do.” 

They stare at each other awkwardly for a moment until Will speaks. 

“You,” he licks his lips, “Wanna join me?” 

Hannibal smiles and starts to loosen his tie. “I’d love to.”