tags: bottom hannibal, mpreg, true mates, strangers to lovers to mates, misunderstandings, hannibal is the chesapeake ripper, werewolf Will, happy ending, season one au, monster sex, halloween
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The first time Will smelled it was just after Halloween.
He felt little chill despite the cold and often stayed outside just to be sure the dogs were safe from whatever may be hiding in the woods.
Most predators, even the hungry ones, stayed away from his house for fear of him.
This one wasn't afraid.
His life as a werewolf had been solitary since he'd been turned after a particularly bad incident during his police academy days, but it helped with many other things. Particularly consulting on murder cases. It was rare he couldn't sniff out a suspect, which made it that much better for his empathetic mind not to have to fall to far into their heads.
But whatever was out in the woods wasn't any kind of predator he knew.
Yet he didn't feel threatened.
Will whistled for the dogs then, but lingered, and just said, "If you're ready to come out be prepared for a fight," and went to bed.
He didn't smell the thing again for nearly two months.
Then, on Halloween night he woke up with a dead deer on his porch.
A gift.
He was almost amused by the gesture, smelling the thing in the air, and took the deer into his garage to skin and cut it up for meat. Will hadn't hunted since he was a kid with his father but the memories of watching Dad ready "dinner" came to him fast.
Will and the dogs ate good that day and night, but after he got them in for their last "business" he lingered.
The thing came out not even a minute later.
And what a thing it was.
Not a werewolf.
Not a vampire.
The thing had a humanlike appearance if not for the antlers on its head, and the long claws on its hands. Its body was entirely black with pale white eyes, barely visible in the dark for anyone without Will's eyes, and as it approached, Will growled.
"I meant what I said," he said, his voice tight, "You're looking for a fight, I'm ready."
The thing did not fight, nor did it stop moving, crawling on all fours to him with a head hanging and neck barred.
The wolf inside Will that had wanted to fight seemed almost proud to have scared this thing so easily.
Will sighed.
"What the hell do you want?" he asked, waiting for a response.
The thing just kept its neck barred, not even emitting a single sound, and Will in his frustration climbed down the porch stairs.
"If you think I'm gonna bite you, you're out of your goddamned...."
The thing then looked up at him with its pale white eyes and then turned around to bare its backside.
Will froze.
"Oh, um...."
The thing just waited, though it did turn back twice to look at him with an odd hopefulness, and he backed away.
"Uh, yeah, no. I'm not....I don't do that. Not since I got turned. I'm..." his wolf suddenly felt hungry, starving, and he struggled not to transform, "Thanks for the deer but I'm not into.....whatever you are so...."
The thing stood there, the scent of it suddenly growing sweet, and Will's instincts clawed at him more than they ever had before.
"Go...." he growled, shaking, "Just get the f...."
The thing made a sound then, not quite a purr but close, and he gripped the rail of the stairs as his knees nearly buckled, cock pressed tightly to the front of his jeans.
"What the hell....are you....doing....to me?"
The thing crawled to him then, claws digging into his jeans, and he smelled blood as it as practically in his lap.
"I...."
He didn't hesitate when the thing struck, starting a fight it didn't want to win, and his clothes ripped as he heard the dogs barking like mad in the house. Will had it on its belly, thrusting in hard, and the purrs became a keen as he took what had been so offered. Will hadn't had sex in nearly a decade, never as a werewolf, and the sudden lubrication that gushing out of the thing made his path easier as he growled, slamming it into the cold wet grass. He felt the thing shudder when his knot locked, and he bit into its shoulder making the thing purr again as it reached back to grip his sides keeping him close. They lay there, stuck, Will's shift starting to fade, and then he was human attached to whatever this thing was.
"Christ," he panted, burying his nose into its neck, "What the hell are you?"
The thing turned to look at him then and reached up to touch his face almost lovingly before a long dark tongue licked across his mouth. He kissed back as best he could, wanting more, and the razor sharp teeth under his tongue had him thrusting forward again with a growl.
They went at it all night, the thing pushing and him rising to the occasion, and he finally passed out exhausted only to wake up in his bed alone.
Will got up, sniffed the air, and found nothing that resembled what he remembered. He ate more of the deer, oddly bereft, and let the dogs out only to see something in the distance.
A box.
He raced to it, confused, and ripped open the box only to see a card inside with only an address printed neatly.
Will growled, confused, and tossed it all in the trash sitting outside all day waiting to smell the thing again.
It didn't come back.
His instincts felt the rejection like a knife in the chest, howling at all hours of the night, and he found so angry he went out to hunt shifted in the dark. There wasn't a deer that didn't earn his wrath, tearing them apart in pieces, and he woke up with headaches that grew worse as the days went by.
What had that thing done to him?
Will was in danger of losing his job as this went on for weeks, then Jack Crawford called him in, telling Will what felt like good news.
The Ripper was back.
The Chesapeake Ripper had been dormant for years but Jack was obsessed with finding out the Ripper's identity. Now Will had something to occupy his time.
He drove up to the crime scene still so tired he couldn't stop his yawn, and got out only to freeze.
The thing.
The thing was here.
Will ran, panting, and froze when he saw Jack standing beside a man who was talking with his back to him.
He snarled and several people jumped up, though most knew he was a werewolf others still were scared of him like everyone else.
The man, no the thing, turned just as Jack did and the smug smile Will expected wasn't there.
No.
He looked just as angry as Will did.
"Will Graham," Jack said, "I wanted to....you ok, Will?"
Will stomped over, shaking with anger, and stood in front of the stranger.
"I'm fine. Who...."
"Dr. Hannibal Lecter."
Will's whole body shuddered as he heard the thing's name.
Lecter watched him, the anger in his expression fading, and Will turned around abruptly to Jack. "Where is the body?"
"Inside," Jack said, "It's....a lot. She...."
Will raced into the house, needing to be away from Hannibal, and froze when he got in the door.
Hannibal.
He could smell him all over the house, in nearly every room, and the anger in him grew worse because how goddamned stupid did he have to be to kill someone and leave such a trail?
The forensics team pointed at a door and Will's heart was pounding when he stepped inside only for his anger to evaporate in a minute.
Pain.
Hannibal had strewn the woman up with her arms hanging, chest ripped open, and stuffed full of hearts as her own lay between her teeth. She still trails of blood tears on her face, and he could feel Hannibal's pain in her.
My mate does not want me.
It practically was screamed in this tableau, even the woman's mating bite was torn to shreds in his wake, and he had to stop himself from sniffing her neck where Hannibal's scent was the strongest.
The door opened behind him and he jumped back, noticing Jack's frown. "Will? Did you...is it him?"
Will looked at Jack.
Did he know?
Was that what this was?
"The scent...."
"....isn't there, I know," Jack finished, closing the door, "I had Zeller in here earlier, he hasn't got as strong a nose as you do but even a vampire couldn't get a hold of anything."
Will blinked. "Yeah I....it's a mystery."
Jack sighed. "We'll get him. You....you look like you could use a rest, you should check into the motel it's about a block off from here."
He nodded, confused, and stepped out the door trying not to show his eagerness to get to Hannibal. Hannibal's scent lingered, beckoning him as it had that night, and he found himself looking back and forth until he spotted him talking to Beverly.
"Will! Did you meet...."
Will didn't growl then, just nodded, and held out his hand. "Not formally no, but....Will Graham."
Hannibal's smile widened as he took Will's hand, and he shuddered at the touch just as before.
"Dr. Hannibal Lecter," he said, stepping closer, "I....I've heard a lot about you, Will. I would love to pick your brain, as it were, if you're willing. Jack seems to think I should not be here."
Will frowned. "Why doesn't he?"
Hannibal's smile softened just as Beverly said, "He's having a baby, isn't that cool? He's a deer shifter, which is odd because he should be like running away from you."
His eyes widened. "A....a baby?"
Hannibal took Will's hand and put it on his belly. "Newly bred," he said, his voice neutral, "From a....particularly....strange evening I had several weeks ago."
He held back tears. "Oh, I....."
"I drove with Jack Crawford, Will," Hannibal purred, "Can you take me to the hotel?"
Will nodded and they walked far apart to his car, and the minute they got inside he nearly grabbed him for a kiss but Hannibal held him back. "Not here."
"You're pregnant? You.....how did.....why does not one else smell you? A deer? You're not...."
Hannibal took his hand to squeeze. "I'm pleased to know you're overjoyed at our coupling being fruitful but we need to be without eyes on us."
Will nodded, still confused, and they started to drive.
"You didn't come."
"What?"
Hannibal's claws dug into his hand, making him wince. "You didn't....come."
Will blinked.
"The box."
"I left it and had hoped...."
He stopped the car and growled. "HOW THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THE WEIRD ASS MONSTER I FUCKED HAD BUSINESS CARDS? I didn't know what it was you idiot!"
Hannibal purred. "I....I see. You...."
"I was hunting for weeks, looking for the thing in the woods I missed so badly, and then here you are The Chesapeake Damn Ripper and I'm....gonna be a dad? I.....how is it fair for you to be pissed at me? Huh? You...."
Hannibal kissed him then, purring, and gripped his neck painfully as his razor sharp teeth made Will's cock nearly knot.
"Will....."
"Your scent was all over her," he whimpered, "If anyone would've smelled....."
"Only my true mate can smell me," Hannibal said smugly, smiling against his lips as a car honked behind them, "Everyone else can smell deer shifter. Will...."
He laughed. "I'm....we...."
Hannibal nodded, kissing him again. "How else do you think I found you?" he purred, "Now....get us to a bed, please. I need to feel you."
"Yeah, yeah, I....yeah."
Will nearly got a speeding ticket getting to the hotel, and they ran into his room taking off clothes so fast they didn't get completely naked until their clothes ripped the rest of the way. Hannibal was on top this time, antlers growing as he stared, and when he bit Will he couldn't not bite back, coming so hard he passed out before they'd even really began.
He woke up to Hannibal's not quite purr, running fingers through his hair while the knot that locked them together pulsed between them.
"....particularly found of Nessa, or perhaps Emma. Both of which...."
Will sighed. "Have you been talking this whole time?"
Hannibal lifted his head. "Yes?"
He smiled, touching his face, and felt their bond thrum between them.
"Care to start over then? I think we're gonna be busy tonight."
Hannibal smiled, eyes turning all white, and Will touched his face as tears filled his eyes. "As you wish."
"I think if I wasn't so lonely you never would've hooked me."
The words come unbidden in the dark, Hannibal's arms around him, and Will entwines their fingers as he feels Hannibal kiss his neck.
"What a gift the abandonment of you by others was to me," he whispers, smiling against his skin, "I won't say I'm not grateful for it."
Will laughs. "You would be."
"Will...."
Tears sting his eyes.
"I grew up alone, mostly, my dad was....he tried his best and....he was a good dad but we moved around a lot and I didn't even have any pets we....I was the new kid in every school and then the weird kid in schools I got to stay in longer. I drifted, for so long, living on scraps of interaction, and then, like a hurricane you came."
Hannibal's arms tighten around him, and Will can feel his arousal against his ass. "Sweeping you up in my arms."
He smiles. "Talking in riddles and smiling at me, despite me not smiling back. Wanting to know me....."
"...see you," Hannibal finishes, "And you, in turn, saw me."
Will sniffles. "Yeah," he whispers, turning then, and pushing him down on the bed as he straddles him, their nudity still from earlier sex a blessing, "You hooked me and I tried to let go and I...."
"Will...."
He leans in, kissing him softly, and Hannibal's hands came to his cheeks as Will rocks against him, feeling his growing arousal.
"Fuck me?"
Hannibal nods, reaching for the drawer, and they don't say a word, even as his fingers making Will groan, and he nips at his tongue in haste pushing for more as Hannibal thrusts up. He rides him, head thrown back with abandon, and his gasps and whimpers echo in the quiet of the room as Hannibal reaches for his erection, expertly stroking till he cums in a rush. Will keeps going, panting, and then leans in to whisper, "I love you," a secret weapon that always works, and Hannibal cums with a sigh, spilling into him as he gets rolled onto his back.
He reaches down, touching Will's cheek.
"I've thought I lost you, so many times, Mylimasis, and yet...." he takes Will's hand, kissing it, "You never let go."
Will sniffles. "I won't. I.....don't let go either, ok?"
Hannibal leans in to kiss him softly, still clutching his hand.
"The only way you'll lose me now is death, Beloved, and I....have no current plans to die."
Will smiles, touching his face, and kisses him again.
Those first nights they slept in the same bed only because they had no choice.
Hannibal had the means to get them safe, but they had to stay away from prying eyes for nearly a month before he could even access them.
So, they broke into empty houses, sometimes even sheds in people's yards, and were always together for fear they'd be apart.
Very few words were spoken those weeks, looks and touches an unspoken communication that Will found hard to ignore, and the tired looks from Hannibal were always warm.
Always inviting.
But he didn't take the invitation.
They had to be safe first.
Chiyoh's arrival was not a welcome one, and Will found himself jealous at her and Hannibal's easy camaraderie.
Her amusement pissed him off so much, but Hannibal's worry made him try to rein it in.
"He worries you'll leave him."
Will sneered at her across the table, his cheek still aching, and sipped his coffee.
They were in an actual safe house now, one of Hannibal's own in North Carolina. Tomorrow they'd be leaving by boat to Florida where they'd take a charter to Cuba.
But tonight he was with Chiyoh, Hannibal making dinner, and he despised her more with each passing day.
"So, what, he's replacing me with you?"
Her smile widened. "Is that what you think? That I am here to replace you? I know you share his bed."
Will's hand shook on the table, so angry he wanted to throw the knife expertly placed with a fork and spoon beside him right into her eye.
"It's not like that."
"No?" she asked, "What is it like then, Will Graham?"
The sound of the door opening made them both look away, and Hannibal came in with dinner. Will paid little attention to it, barely saying a word, and Hannibal's gaze kept lingering on him all night.
Chiyoh's exit to bed made him calmer now that they were alone again to finish dessert, but Hannibal's sigh midway through a discussion about the FBI man hunt ended the calm.
"Will, are you listening?"
He blinked. "I....yes?"
Hannibal tapped his spoon on the edge of the plate, his frown making Will's chest hurt.
"You're angry with me and I don't quite know why."
Will blushed. "I'm not angry."
"You've barely looked at me in days."
He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from yelling what he wanted to say.
Why do you smile at her?
Have you fucked her?
Are you going to leave me in Cuba?
But he just swallowed and licked his lips.
"I'm just tired."
"Tired."
Will faked a smile. "Yeah. It's been a long month."
Hannibal's jaw tightened.
"Do you wish to sleep alone again?"
The question was so innocent and yet it felt like a knife to Will's gut.
"Do....do you?"
Hannibal picked up his tea and took a sip, not looking into Will's eyes.
"I....have no preference."
It felt like a dismissal.
The deepest kind of rejection.
"Maybe I'll sleep better without you breathing all over me," Will mumbled, getting up fast and leaving his plate.
Posted this to the heu community thing and then realized it's only able to be seen there. oops. lol.
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tags: spacedogs, fluff, love confessions
They're sitting in the dark watching the movie Nigel picked that Saturday when Adam gasps and grabs hold of his shoulder, bringing him entirely out of the slasher bloody mess.
He just stares at him, feeling Adam trembling, and his whispered, "This is scary, Nigel, why do you like movies like this?" is barely heard as Nigel realizes what's happening.
Adam is seeking comfort.....in him.
Nigel can't remember anyone ever seeking comfort in him, not once his entire fucking life, and he just sits there in the dark for the rest of the movie in awe that he somehow tricked Adam into thinking he's not the fuck up he knows he is.
He wraps his arm around him, pulling Adam against his shoulder, and whispers, "I....like to be scared, Star."
Adam looks up then, his beautiful face peppered over by the lights of the movie, and Nigel's breath catches.
Shit. He loves him.
He fucking loves him.
Nigel gets up then and mumbles, "Be right back," heading to the bathroom where he throws water over his face, staring at himself in the mirror.
He doesn't even deserve to be allowed near Adam let alone love him.
Adam is the only good thing in his life the past six months other than the bar doing hand over fist for cash, and while his sex life has shriveled up and died it didn't matter.
Adam mattered.
Now here he was, becoming Adam's comfort and falling in love with him like this was one of those fucking Hallmark movies.
He sighs, psyching himself up for going back, and then hears a knock at the door.
"Nigel? The movie is over."
Nigel unlocks the door and sees Adam there in his hallway, just steps from his bedroom, and frowns. "Sorry, Darling I...."
"Did you get too scared too? It's ok if you did, you like getting scared, right?" Adam asks, smiling, "We can watch the last half again if you want, I'll just look away when they start screaming."
"Adam...."
"It's not that I'm very afraid, I just don't really like the blood and gore, and the ending wasn't really all that frightening I just...."
"'Star...."
"....think that they could've ended it differently and made things seem much more realist...."
"I WASN'T FUCKING SCARED, OK?"
Adam freezes, his smile fading, and he looks away. "Oh. I....I should go home now. I'm...."
He practically runs off and Nigel curses, thinking of just letting him go, and then he chases Adam to the door grabbing him from behind.
"Adam, wait!"
"Let me go, Nigel!"
"No, Darling, just let me...."
Adam pushes him off, nearly slapping him, and Nigel doesn't fight, just stares at him in the dark the title screen on the DVD playing bright enough to light his pretty face.
"I'm not happy with you right now," Adam says, tearing up, "I....I want to yell and I....I don't like yelling so I'm just going home. You can apologize to me tomorrow."
"Adam...."
"Please, Nigel, just...."
Nigel grabs his hands, no longer fucking caring, and holds them tight in his own. "I was scared," he admits, watching Adam frown as he flips on the light, turning him against the door.
"But you said...."
He sighs. "I was scared because I realized you were....you clung to me, Star, and took comfort in me and I don't think anyone's ever fucking done that ever."
"Why does that scare you, Nigel?"
Nigel blinks back tears and smiles. "Because I.....it made me realize that I....."
"Nigel, you can tell me anything. We're friends, we tell each other a lot of things. Remember when I told you that I enjoy certain types of pornography more than others? That I like the ones where they hold the other person down a lot and you...."
Nigel feels a tear fall down his cheek as he reaches out to touch Adam's face. "I fucking love you, Star," Adam blinks, eyes wide, and Nigel just sighs, "And I know it's really not in the cards for us, I do, but I wanted you to know that. I love you more than I've ever loved anything and I.....I just wanted to tell you. That's all."
Adam doesn't move, just stares like a deer caught in headlights, and Nigel steps back almost embarrassed.
"You don't have to say anything, Darling. I just..." he grabs the back of his neck, feeling a blush rise up in his cheeks, "....wanted you to know I wasn't mad I was just not entirely ready to have my whole life change tonight. So...."
"Are you sure?"
Nigel turns to look at Adam again, his soft whisper making Nigel's heart race, and he sees tears on Adam's face.
"What?"
"Are you sure you love me, Nigel? We're very good friends and friends sometimes love each other. I've never had many friends but my father's friend Harlan is still a very close friend of mine and I consider him family and I love him so.....maybe you...."
Nigel steps close, reaching out with both hands, and puts them on Adam's cheeks pressing their foreheads together.
"Star, this isn't like Friend Harlan, yeah? I wanna kiss you, I wanna....hear the noises you make when we're fucking, and I.....I want to taste every inch of you. I want...."
Adam gasps, stepping forward, and kisses him with a lot more passion than Nigel expects, letting himself be turned against the door, and soon it's all he can think about.
Adam.
Adam.
Adam.
They kiss till they're both barely able to breathe on the couch for what feels like hours, and when Adam breaks for breath he buries his face into Nigel's neck shaking.
"I love you too, Nigel."
Nigel closes his eyes. "Star....."
Adam moves away, and puts a hand on his face. "Look at me, Nigel."
He does, tearing up again, and Adam smiles down at him.
"I love you."
Nigel smiles. "Are you sure?"
Adam makes a face. "Nigel, I'm very...."
He pulls him down again, grinning, and kisses him softly, fingers brushing his cheek. "Darling, I was fucking with you."
"Oh. Well I...."
Nigel can't stop smiling. "You know I was thinking in the bathroom that this isn't like one of those fucking Hallmark movies but it kinda is, isn't it? Two friends both confessing their love on a couch watching a shitty movie. It's like it was written by some idiot too stupid to know how to properly write a romance."
Adam frowns. "But Nigel, isn't it a proper romance? I.....I find it very romantic."
His smile fades. "Well, I wasn't...."
Adam sits up, straddling him, and sighs. "I was thinking that I was going to remember tonight for the rest of my life and now you're saying that this is stupid and I...."
Nigel pulls him down and hugs Adam tight, pressing his lips to Adam's ear. "Darling, I didn't mean.....I meant it was cliche, that's all. I just.....I wanted to give you the stars and the fireworks and....all that. That's all. Halloween is in two days and if I'd waited another week I could've done it at that Star Show thing we're going to. You would've...."
Adam pushes his arms off and lifts his head, smiling down at Nigel.
"I think it's perfect, Nigel I....I think it's not like a Hallmark movie at all."
Nigel smiles. "Why is that?"
"Because in Hallmark movies they don't have do anything other than kiss and I'd very much like to touch you under your clothes before we go to bed tonight. I want to hear the sounds you make when you ejaculate."
Nigel's cock twitches, and he finds it hard to breathe.
"Yeah?"
Adam nods. "Very much not like a Hallmark movie."
He smiles, hands coming up under Adam's shirt, and the way his breath catches make Nigel groan.
"Then, Star, let's get started. I wouldn't want to make you wait."
Adam leans in and kisses him softly.
"I love you, Nigel."
Nigel's hands come up under the back of his shirt and Adam whimpers as he presses lips to his ear.
"I love you too, Adam. So fucking much."
He rolls them over, already close to falling apart, and staring down at Adam's flushed cheeks and eager smile for a moment he can't believe he was wrong.
Maybe he fucking died and went to heaven.
Or he'd gone into a goddamned coma and was daydreaming.
This?
Having this?
He didn't deserve, not one fucking bit, but if anyone ever tries now to take Adam from him, he'll kill them.
And then comfort Adam after.
It's what he has, not what he deserves, and he'll take it.
tags: zombie will, human hannibal, pre-slash, bottom hannibal if continued i think?, necrophilia-ish
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âItâs illegal, you know?â
Will pauses as he grabs his groceries, already on high alert being out in public at all, and sees the disgust in the cashierâs face.Â
âIâm sorry?â
She sneers. âSelling yourself. Itâs illegal. I hear things like you do it all the time.â
âThings like you.â
She means zombies.Â
Itâs been less than three months since he âgraduatedâ out of holding after his resurrection, and despite the government trying to pretend the world was ok with all types of supernatural creatures they werenât.Â
Will had had to move out into the middle of nowhere when heâd been released, isolated more than heâd ever been, and even then he had to deal with angry strangers who had heard there was a âfreakâ in Wolf Trap and even angrier neighbors who knew for certain he was.Â
And now he had weirdo conspiracy theorists talking about zombie prostitution?
âYeah Iâm pretty sure itâs illegal even if youâre not a âthingâ like me but thanksâŠ.Dee Ann.â
He grabs his bags, trying not to get into more trouble, and is ready to bolt when she grabs his wrist so hard heâs sure itâll break off as she grabs his receipt.
âNo! I meant body parts! I know youâŠbitersâŠlike to sell your parts to weirdos! I heard about it on DBook!â
Will laughs and rips the receipt from her.
âDBook is mistaken, I like to keep my parts right where they are. Have a nice day.â
He feels eyes on him as he goes, hating the attention, and hurries to put his bags in the car locking the doors as his body suddenly craves brains in the worst way.Â
The counselors said this would happen.Â
People didnât like things like they didnât understand and what kind of weirdo would understand a zombie?Â
He feels his skin start to flake and panics, starting the car in a rush as he races home.Â
His government regulated artificial brain mush takes the edge off when he gets there, trying to calm his freshly reanimated heart, and suddenly he misses his dogs more than anything.Â
Why couldnât they let him keep his dogs?
Will canât help but open up the other dreaded app he downloaded but didnât post more than a near blank account to almost a month ago.
S-Date.
The dating app for the other kind of weirdos out there.
The kind who actively wanted to mingle with the âthingsâ like him, and yet very few were jumping at the chance to date a guy who despite what heâd said to Dee Ann could sell his parts on some kind of cannibalistic market if he had the urge.
Not that he knew where the cannibals were shopping these days.Â
He chuckles at his own thought, scrolling, and is barely on for a minute when he gets a shock.Â
Someone liked his profile.Â
His very blank, very vague profile.
Will opens the link to his admirer and his heart skips a beat.Â
Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
The man looks like a GQ model, his clothes alone costing more than anything Willâs worn dead or alive, and he boasts about liking opera and cooking.Â
For a second Will has a crazy thought that heâs a cannibal.Â
Maybe he can finally break into the cannibal meat market.
He laughs, shaking his head, and keeps scrolling only to make a mistake and like his profile.Â
ITâS A MATCH! appears in big letters across the app screen and Will curses ready to take it back when he gets a message.Â
âHello.â
Itâs simple, non-threatening, and scares him so much Will exits out as he suddenly is desperate for brains again. He eats another regulated pouch, feeling phantom tears in his eyes he canât emit anymore, and sits outside in the yard contemplating his life.
Or un-life, as it were.Â
His death had been entirely unexpected.
Murder never was.Â
He hardly remembers more than the pain, everything else a blank, and waking up resurrected less than a month later clawing his way out of his grave he still didnât.Â
Will was one of the lucky ones.Â
Heâd pass for alive if not for his cloudy eyed gaze and skin flaking at the worst of times.Â
But there were more than four hundred thousand zombies out there, many of which couldnât pass, and had more trouble than he did.Â
Sure, heâs had his arm fall off but itâs been less than a handful of times and it reattaches faster than it reforms.
He should know considering his death.Â
Will was the last victim of the infamous serial killer, The Chesapeake Ripper.Â
His body had been cut into pieces, strewn in a hideous tableau of artistry that even he has trouble not appreciating when he looks at the photos.Â
Will has only one limb that wasnât severed, the others having grown back after heâd crawled out of his grave one handed on mostly stumps.Â
Still, he was one of the lucky ones.Â
He sighs, shaking his head, and goes back inside hearing dings from his phone that beckon his curiosity enough he looks.Â
More messages from Hannibal.Â
Will swallows, unsure, and opens the app again.Â
âYour mysterious profile intrigued me. Why is it you have no pictures? Many here, including myself, find the undead visage quite attractive.â
âI see youâre likely apprehensive about meeting humans who find the undead alluring.Â
I assure you Iâve had multiple sexual encounters with the undead with no ulterior motives. Though I suppose saying that sounds like I may be lying.
Would it help you to know that I have never pursued one romantically?â
âIâm in no market for romance. Purely sex.â
Will feels his cheeks start to flake when he blushes.Â
Just sex?
What kind of weirdo goes looking for casual hookups with zombies?
He almost closes the app again when another message comes.Â
Itâs a picture.Â
A dick pic.Â
Hannibalâs cock makes his own stir for the first time in Willâs reanimated life, and he palms himself in his jeans.Â
The thought of being with someone again is scary even for a hookup, but his cock pushes him to answer.Â
âYou might not like what I look like.â
Hannibal answers immediately.
âIâve had the pleasure of being penetrated with body parts that have fallen off mid-coitus and reached the heights of ecstasy from the encounter. Thereâs very little I donât find beautiful about the reanimated form. Your face is irrelevant. Your profile mentioning being well red and quoting Macbeth got my attention.Â
Whatâs done cannot be undone.Â
I agree.Â
Though I would ask if the quote is for any victims of your reanimation or is it for another reason?â
He knows heâs gonna have to hold off, the more he eats and uses the more heâll be monitored.Â
âMaybe. Youâll have to make it worth my while.â
Hannibal then sends another picture.
Will laughs.Â
Itâs another naked picture, this time of his entire body, and heâs touching his cock while underneath reads, âIt might not be the type of head you want to get your mouth on, but something tells me your hunger will still be sated.â
He sends a laugh emoji.
âOk. Youâve got me. When and where?â
Hannibal sends a motel name, which is good because Will knows heâs likely not gonna get into a fancy hotel looking as he does, and a time.Â
âI will send you the room upon arrival. I look forward to meeting you, Will.â
Will smiles.Â
âMe too.â
He closes the app and goes to get ready.Â
His first sex as a zombie and itâs with a complete stranger who has a zombie fetish.
So I actually drew a Hannibal x Mahotsukai no Yome crossover. With Wendigo Hannibal as Elias and Young Will (18 years old in my head) as Chise.
There are many details I didnât add in the end, but I wanted to keep it simple this time because I tend to overwork my drawings till they look too saturated haha.
Will found it hard to get the thought out of his head once it was planted there.Â
He would be dead in less than a year.Â
The doctors had finally said those words to his father after his fifth house call in less than a month, coughing up blood with a fatigue that made even blinking his eyes hard. He hadnât cried when Father told him, just nodded and went to sleep.Â
After another week in bed he insisted on going back to school, the walk only a mile despite Fatherâs insistence it was too far.Â
That was how he got lost and fell into a dream.Â
The house looked abandoned, with broken windows and nothing that made it seem as if someone lived or belonged inside. Â
Something made him step forward and once he did the house changed.Â
The once rotting outside was now black at pitch and shined like nothing he had ever seen before in his short life.
He walked up the stairs and felt like he had the strength of ten men.Â
Two knocks and the door opened.Â
A cat answered.Â
Its meow seemed like words meant only for Willâs ears.Â
âCome in.âÂ
So he did.Â
He came inside and took four more steps only to see something out of a nightmare.Â
There was a man, not really a man but still very much one, sitting in an armchair reading from a pile of books. He looked up and Will saw the sun shine off his antlers.Â
Thereâs a monster in Will Grahamâs closet.
He hasnât seen it but he knows itâs there, breathing, seeing, and ready to eat him when he puts his guard down.
Will hasnât told anyone because he knows they wonât believe him.
So heâs been staying awake all night, eyes wide open as he stares into the dark, and wondering just how long till the monster decides to eat him up.
Three days into his self imposed insomnia, Will starts to feel his eyes droop. His eyes tear up as he falls asleep and the next morning he wakes to nothing but light.
Maybe the monster was gone?
He goes to Ms. Bleecherâs second grade class that monster free morning with a smile on his face and that night falls asleep without worry.
No more monster.
Thirty years later Will Graham wakes up in a cold sweat to find a monster at the end of his bed.
The monster is pitch black with large antlers, a thin very tall frame, and long nails that he scrape the floor as it moves from side to side. Its eyes glow red as it watches him as if excited for his reaction.
âI thought you were gone,â Will whispers, voice thick with fear.
The monster smiles. âMy sweet boy, whatever made you think Iâd left?â
âThat night,â Will starts, nails digging into the comforter, âYou didnâtâŠI knew youâd eat me if I went to sleep.â
The monster moves with lightning quick action and jumps up onto the bed to pin him down. Will can see its razor sharp teeth and smell blood on its breath.
âYou speak as if you didnât sleep every single night. Those fear filled nights, worrying for your safety? That was me introducing myself to my intended in dreams I gave. You have no idea what real true darkness could have taken you for its own. I protected you from such horror then and have for the last three decades.â
Willâs tears are more angry than afraid and he pushes back at the hands that hold him. âI WAS TERRIFIED!â
The monster leans in and kisses his cheek. âBut you were alive,â it says, âAnd now? Youâre MINE.â
Hannibal had never seen a more beautiful person in all his life.
Beautiful blue eyes, soft chestnut hair, and ethereal features that heâd before reserved for angels and mythical creatures from renaissance paintings.
Will Graham put them all to shame.
Which was why Dr. Hannibal Lecter knew he had found the perfect dead human test subject for reanimation.
The school wasnât entirely privy to what he has been working on, his inclusion into the university had been on his stellar work alongside Dr. Du Maurier. They were more intrigued by his involvement with the good Doctor than anything and took great pleasure in his teasing in answer to inquiries.
The Dean, Mr. Crawford, was enthralled by his connections and flaunted such to every prospective contributor that came to Baltimore Medical.
Which was why Hannibal didnât think he would be disturbed while working on Will. He forgot about the imagined rivalry Dr. Chilton had decided existed between them.
The formula was nearing completion after many exhaustive trials. He had kept Will in he freezer purposely to ensure his body would not decay. Hannibal was ready to have their first moment together, slowly pushing the needle into the corpseâs lovely neck when a voice interrupted him hitting the plunger.
âI think your lab is bigger than mine.â
Hannibal turned, the movement making his glasses fall down to the edge of his nose. He narrowed his eyes.
âIâm sure thatâs not true Frederick,â he watched his visitor walk around him, âIs there something I can help you with?â
Dr. Chilton eyed the needle still sticking out of Willâs neck. âWhat is it youâre working on again? The Dean wasnât entirely sure when I asked him and your roommate,â he grinned, âIs just as confused.â
He moved to touch the needle but Hannibal was quicker, covering it with his own hand.
âI wouldnât want to ruin the surprise.â
Frederick laughed, âItâs late, Hannibal. Just cut all the fake bullshit and tell me. Otherwise,â caressed Hannibalâs hand rather seductively, âYou could distract me another way.â
Hannibal thought heâd have been more surprised at this new development, but really the rivalry Frederick cooked up made much more sense this way. Some people enjoyed power games in sex, Hannibal was one of those people himself really.
He didnât want to play with Frederick anymore and certainly not this way.
Hannibal feigned surprise, leaning his hand up to pretend interest as he eyed the clock.
One thirty in the morning on a Sunday seemed like the perfect time for Frederick to die.
He pressed down on the plunger and Willâs body started to seize, convulsing wildly enough that they both stepped back.
âWhatâs it doing? Why is the body moving that way!?â
Hannibal pushed his glasses up and stepped slowly behind Dr. Chilton, running his hand down the manâs side distracting from Willâs sudden rise up on the slab.
âWill is waking up, Frederick,â he pulled the Doctor to him close and wrapped an arm around Dr. Chiltonâs neck, âPerhaps heâll want to help me distract you.â
He could feel the good doctorâs panic, the smell of Frederickâs sweat combined with his shivered whimpers as Will stood made things that much sweeter.
The other bodies had not reacted so slowly and with such care, most grabbing for Hannibal upon waking like monsters ready to feast.
Will looked confused, but determined.
âWill.â
Hannibal was surprised when Will reacted to his name, looking at him with dead eyes. âNo,â the word was clear as day and Frederick tried to wrestle Hannibalâs hold crying out.
He held tighter and was incensed when he was bitten on the forearm, pulling away enough for Frederick to attempt escape.
Suddenly Willâs deliberate slowness turned lightning quick, the rush of watching him run after Frederick like a true predator chasing prey made Hannibal tear up.
He was perfect.
The sound of Frederickâs yell was cut off with a wrenched gurgle as his head was turned entirely around before being torn off.
The body fell to the floor and Will tossed the head, bending down to feast on the open chasm of his neck.
He was more animal than man, Hannibal knew that, but he walked to where Will was feeding to pet his creation lovingly anyway.
âBeautiful,â he purred, making Will look up with a mouth full of gore.
He wasnât breathing but his chest moved as if he was trying. The tense feeling that this was the one moment they may bond, that Will would make him the next meat on his menu, was obvious.
The other failed attempts were not so precise, controlled, or even stopped to think before attacking him.
âNo,â the word was ripped from him, hoarse and desperate.
Hannibal backed away. âI will not touch if thatâs your wish. But I will say do not eat more, despite wanting to. Your body will not handle much.â
Will looked at the body on the floor, his mouth trembling as he whispered, âWhy?â
Hannibal felt his heart skip a beat, his own hands trembling as he knelt down beside his creature.
âI do not want to lose you so soon.â
Will stood and stared down at him, reaching out slowly to touch Hannibalâs head. The touch started light but suddenly morphed into a grip of hair, Will leaned down to snarl in his face.
âWHY?â
He huffed for breath, the scent of decaying skin and death on Willâs tongue distracting him till he confessed, âI thought you were beautiful, even in death.â
Will blinked, clearly confused in his rotten brain.
âDead, not dead.â
The simple summation should have been beyond him.
âYes, Will. Youâre as alive as you ever will be again.â
Will touched Hannibalâs cheek and the coldness of him chilled Hannibal right down to his core. He should not be enjoying this, the feel and stench of death but he found himself desperate for more.
âWho.â
It was a question disguised as a statement.
Hannibal could not be more proud.
âHannibal,â he sighed, âMy name is Hannibal.â
Thirteen people had died on his block alone, mostly men but some women and children had been among the mess. Each body was left on the back porch of their own home torn to shreds and missing their hearts.
The police thought the monster was eating them and Hannibal was quick to agree if not for one thing.
The night after every murder the hearts had appeared on his back porch.
Hannibal was flattered to say the least, and heâd begun to anticipate the hearts each evening. Heâd made a number of meals with them, all with hope his admirer would appear though almost a fortnight had passed with nothing.
Night thirteen had been Mrs. Serra, a horrid woman with an even more horrid dog that he was more than happy to see taken away forever. This death was closer than the others as the late Mrs. Serra was his neighbor. He spent all afternoon agitated throughout his appointments and rushed towards the back door only to be disappointed.
Nothing.
He looked at the time and thought perhaps heâd scared the giver off so he started dinner with hopes to get the last ingredient before it finished.
Every fifteen minutes he checked and there was nothing. He grew angry and threw out dinner not making another. It was only a short few hours later that he thought something that gave him pause.
Perhaps the giver had been apprehended.
He turned on the television and saw nothing, his relief palpable though it only started more fears. They may have been hurt. Accidents happened all the time.
Hannibal grew so focused on why they didnât come that by the time he headed for bed, his sadness had grown exponentially. He spent hours tossing and turning, only to be woken up by a strange growl.
The dark of his bedroom was such he could not make out the growler, but he heard their shuffled steps around his bed and smelled blood in the air.
âI worried youâd forgotten me.â
Another growl.
He moved to turn on the light and his hand was snatched, the lamp falling over. He could hear the intruder panting for breath and grabbed for their other hand.
Except it was not a hand.
He could feel the fur and the scent of blood rose as he brought the paw closer.
A true monster.
The monster jumped and pushed him, in turn he let go and the growl that followed vibrated through them both.
He was overjoyed to hear the voice and when the monster leaned in to smell him, Hannibal moaned.
âYour gifts,â he breathed, âThank you for them.â
âYouâre welcome.â
Hannibal turned to give his neck and was rewarded with a lick to his skin.
âShall I ask why you were courting me?â
âI saw you kill them. Youâd make a good mate.â
Hannibal preened at the praise.
âWould you let me see you?â
âNo,â the monster sighed, âNot like this.â
Hannibal felt his pajama shirt get torn open followed by his pants. He was already quite aroused and wanted anything this creature could give him.
He writhed under the creatureâs attentions, the slow tease of claws and fangs as a quick tongue flickered across every inch of him. The monster had him on the verge of desperation when Hannibalâs length was engulfed in tight heat the likes of which heâd never known.
âOhhh,â he clutched at its shoulders and leaned up for every bite the creature wanted to give him.
Hannibal pulled his lover to him, forced closeness and saw in the thin light his loverâs clear blue eyes just before they kissed.
He could feel a shudder go through him as his admirer spilled between them.
Hannibal shouted his release not long after and though his bones ached he clutched his mystery lover closer in his exhaustion.
âPlease,â he sighed, fighting to catch his breath, âI need to see you.â
His admirer nuzzled against Hannibalâs neck.
âNot yet.â
Hannibal moaned as they parted and leaned in to every lick as he was cleaned.
The last thing he recalled was his loverâs scent, like earth and blood, when the teased bites made sense.
He had been preparing Hannibal for the real one.
It was painful, deep, and Hannibal held on to his bleeding neck when his mate pulled away.
âLet go.â
He remembered nothing after that.
Hannibal woke to the sun and touched the mark he hoped was there. It was, healing over already, and when he sat up the blood loss was obvious.
âNot yet.â
He turned and gasped at the sight, his beloved cross legged in a chair by the bed holding the final heart.
His admirer was no longer furry faced but he knew it was the same man. His eyes, cerelean blue and piercing were the same as he remembered.
âYouâre a shapeshifter.â
A shy smile. âA werewolf, actually. You kind of are now too. The scratching and theâŠâ
Hannibal slipped out of bed and walked to him only to stop just before they touched.
âYour name.â
âWill,â a sigh, âWill Graham.â
He leaned down and kissed Willâs forehead. âA pleasure to see you at last.â
Will clutched his back.
âThe heartâŠâ
Hannibal kissed his cheeks, âA formality.â
âItâs not,â Will sighed, âWe need to eat it together.â
Hannibal took the heart from Willâs hand and then held out his other.
âHeart and eggs then? You can tell me the perils of werewolf life.â
Will laughed and entwined their fingers as he stood. âYouâre taking this very well.â
Hannibal brought their joint hands to his lips.
âI am very well acquainted with being a monster already, Will. This is most definitely a bonus.â
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 25/32
Fandom: Adam (2009), Charlie Countryman (2013), Hannibal (TV), Polar (2019), RetfĂŠrdighedens ryttere | Riders of Justice (2020), Hannibal Extended Universe - Fandom
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Characters: Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser, Markus Hansen (RetfĂŠrdighedens ryttere)
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Auctions, True Mates, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining, Men Crying, Bottom Adam Raki, Good Alpha Nigel, Jealousy, surprise mpreg, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Parent Death, Mentions of Cancer, Alpha Boss Hannibal Lecter, Hugh Dancy/Mads Mikkelsen Character Combinations, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining
Series: Part 1 of The Heat Series
Summary:
Every month there is a line out the door to be considered for Heat Auction.
Nigel has never been affected by omegas, caring little for their high maintenance spoiled natures, but as he goes through thousands of interviews over the years he never even bats an eye at one of them.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 23/32
Fandom: Adam (2009), Charlie Countryman (2013), Hannibal (TV), Polar (2019), RetfĂŠrdighedens ryttere | Riders of Justice (2020), Hannibal Extended Universe - Fandom
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Characters: Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser, Markus Hansen (RetfĂŠrdighedens ryttere)
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Auctions, True Mates, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining, Men Crying, Bottom Adam Raki, Good Alpha Nigel, Jealousy, surprise mpreg, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Parent Death, Mentions of Cancer, Alpha Boss Hannibal Lecter, Hugh Dancy/Mads Mikkelsen Character Combinations, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining
Series: Part 1 of The Heat Series
Summary:
Every month there is a line out the door to be considered for Heat Auction.
Nigel has never been affected by omegas, caring little for their high maintenance spoiled natures, but as he goes through thousands of interviews over the years he never even bats an eye at one of them.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Hannibal (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Characters: Beverly Katz, Mrs. Komeda (Hannibal), The Dogs - Character
Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Meet-Cute, Topless Maid Will, Hannibal Lecter is Not a Cannibal, Misunderstandings, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
Will didnât mean to become a topless maid.
Or at least, not at first.
But when he gets the client of his dreams and tries the first time, he can't seem to stop until he realizes that he just might have a crush on Hannibal Lecter.
 Originally posted as AU-Gust 2023 Day 6: Domestic
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 21/?
Fandom: Hannibal (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage
Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Characters: Beverly Katz, Bedelia Du Maurier, Brian Zeller, Jack Crawford, Adam Raki, Robert Lecter, Lady Murasaki (Hannibal Rising)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Space, Alternate Universe - Aliens, will is 17, Hannibal 19, True Mates, Jealousy, Mutual Pining, Marriage, Murder Husbands, Psychic Abilities, Mpreg, Psychic Bond, Mating Bond, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Political Intrigue, excessive crying
Summary:
The first time meets Ha'nnbal, Prince of Can'bal, they don't speak out loud and the alien knows immediately that Will is harboring a secret.
He can read minds.
Will shouldn't say yes when Captain Crawford assigns him the task of helping Ha'nnbal find a human mate among Wolf Trap Academy's students but he does.
