#hannibaleverafter

[hunter-and-star-chaser]

It’s finally here! I’m sorry for getting late to the fest but I had to redraw this at least 3 times... it turned kind of messy, but it’s already finished, so...

[schnellertod]

Young Snow White Will, who loves his seven dogs and don’t like anyone else, lives in a forest. One day Witch tries to give him an apple and he refuses, because it would be pretty stupid. Actually, he probably wouldn’t even open the door to her.  Then prince Hannibal, whom Will don’t find than interesting, arrives and things become bloody messy. They probably kill the Queen and live together happily ever after. The end.

[sharp-objects8]

Love at First Sight

Alana Bloom and Margot Verger

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

Basic Chickens’ Cinderella AU where…

Prince Adam was given until his 25th birthday to find a love match, or else his parents would marry him off to another kingdom to create an alliance. He isn’t much interested in love but doesn’t want to be married off either, so he hold’s a masked ball on the eve of his birthday in the hopes of finding… someone. 

Elias is the farmhand, servant and general dogsbody for his ugly stepbrothers. He dreams of being free, until one night a fairy visits him and tells him true love awaits at the the prince’s ball. She gives him a suit to wear, as white and sleek as a Charolais. A matching mask with the horns of a bull. 

At the ball Adam dances with all, and with Elias thrice, as they talk about the general rudeness of people and the best way to strike someone with a rolling pin. Adam is smitten by the forthright ways of his bull. 

At midnight the masks are removed and Elias is spotted by two of his brothers. Before they can drag him from the room he seeks the eyes of his prince. Hoping to impress upon him the already vast depth of his feelings. But he is removed by his brothers before Adam can move towards him.

Adam sends his valet far and wide across the land, telling him to find his bull before sundown of else be banished from the kingdom. He tears apart each and every home looking for the bull mask, until finally he sees a man. Such as the prince described, lumbering towards the barn of a great house. Within he finds the bull mask hidden in the bails of hay.

When Adam arrives at the home his valet has directed him to, he seeks out the barn as instructed. Within he finds his bull, in his cinder blackened rags, but instantly knows the man of his dreams. The someone he has sought. They make love there in the hay for the first time before they relocate to the palace to live happily ever after.

[fhimechan]

HannibalEverAfter - Fairy Godparents

A story where Will’s Cinderella and Hannibal’s his Fairy Godmother. Any mistakes are my own :)

“Hello, Will. Dry those tears. You can't go to the ball looking like that.”

“No need to dry what isn’t here. And the lights from the ball won’t reach me in a million years. Who the hell are you?”

“Your Fairy Godmother, of course.”

“Of course. And I’m the Lost Prince of Atlantis.”

“Hush Will, miracles take concentration.”

ZAP

“What…”

“You look lovely.”

“Give me my clothes back!”

“Silly, you can’t go to the ball in your rugs.”

“My point exactly. I want to pile up with my dogs in my perfectly normal clothes, thank you.”

“About the dogs…”

“...and what are these? Crystal shoes? What on…”

ZAP

“...”

“Now you’re ready.”

“Change. My. Dogs. Back.”

“Put that knife down, sugar. You may get hurt.”

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WILL GET HURT IF…”

ZAP

“That’s better, that was dangerous. Come on, honey, that white rose complements your silk dress more than a kitchen tool. Don’t make that face, I’ll transform your dogs back when you’ll return.”

“...fine.”

“Are shoes with hidden blades fashionable now? You should have told me, my hand machete goes with the dress.”

“You were the one who kicked the king, sweetheart. With remarkable precision.”

“Yes, alright, alright, wipe that smug smile off your face. Did you know he was about to murder his daughter?”

“No.”

“...you’re not subtle at all.”

“I hoped, darling. Blood becomes you.”

“It’s also sticky and cold. Magic it away.”

“Are we demanding, now? Tell me, dear…”

“Oh, I’ve the utmost interest in what gets out of your mouth.”

(Kiss)

Princess Abigail survives, if you were wondering :)

[cinnamaldeide]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Even if I’m not particularly familiar with fantasy and magic, I’d like to contribute to @thesilverqueenlady‘s fantastic #HannibalEverAfter recommending a beautiful story I recently happened to read; on second thought, let me tag this post @freshmeatfriday too, since this story really deserves more attention ò_ò as does the rest of this author’s lovely creations.

@whreflections’ Headwaters tells about an interesting reelaboration of Hannibal and Will’s relationship; Hannibal is bount to the Lecter Castle and his own memories of Mischa, before Will arrives and claims his right to inherit everything his grandmother left him.

I particularly enjoyed their brief, intense interaction, premise indeed of an Happy Even After, and Hannibal’s easiness in his immortal skin. Will is, on his part, extremely accustomed to the creature, not even having seen it before in his life; Will knows they have something in common.

If you feel like reading a short work that includes magical elements and will leave you wanting to know more about Will and Hannibal in a fantasy setting, read this. You won’t be disappointed.

[slashyrogue]

Continued from @shoegazerx‘s lovely art HERE

Will had never been more confused. Hannibal had been gone nearly a fortnight but he could not get the huntsman out of his head. Imagined encounters filled his nights and hopes for the huntsman’s return took up his daily daydreams. The dwarves, in particular Beverly, seemed to be amused by his enthrallment. “Something she cannot have control over,” Beverly said, clapping him on the shoulder, “Love.” Will was quick to assure that it was not love. He knew that this was not, nor would it ever be. Though mere days later, the Prince would know what it meant to have his heart broken. Will had been practicing with the bow, the hand-carved arrows felt so right in his hand, when the familiar voice shocked him into missing the target. “You’re still here, Will, I would have thought you gone.” Will blushed, turned to get another arrow. “There has been no reason t…” The hand on his shoulder made Will startle; he turned abruptly and fell into Hannibal’s embrace. The huntsman smirked, “The danger of the Bedelia’s army is not a reason? The woman herself?” Will pulled back, chilled and somewhat annoyed. “You last spoke as if you yourself did not fear her so why…” Hannibal pulled out his dagger and to Will’s surprise, an apple. “I fear no one, Prince. That does not mean you should feel the same,” he cut a piece of apple and chewed it. Will had not had apples in ages, the orchards were too close to the castle to be safe. “You have been to the Whispering Woods.” Hannibal smiled. “I have been many places, done many things,” he cut a piece of apple, stopped just short of eating the piece and offered it to Will. 

Will licked his lips and opened his mouth, and Hannibal leaned in to put it past his lips. The first crunch of his teeth made Will’s face pale as he suddenly tried to spit it out, choking down the piece in his panic. He stumbled and fell onto his back, and fought to breathe as he stared up at Hannibal with tear filled eyes. The huntsman’s smile was the last thing Will saw before he fell into oblivion. Which was how the dwarves found him. There came a startled cry, several rushing to the sound and finding Will lying on his back with the apple not far from where he’d fallen. Beverly ran to him as the arrows started fly.

One by one the others fell as Bev fought to pull the prince away and hide them both in the brush. She sobbed, clutching his body and hoped not to alert the huntsman to her presence. But he found her anyway, bow in hand. His smile was triumphant as he said, “I think I’ll save you to tell,” and turned, leaving her alone.

Hannibal does not know what drew him back towards the cabin that he’d expected to be long empty. Was it thoughts of Will, waiting and anticipating his return despite the Huntsman being so sure that he’d have packed up and gone? Or was it something else? He didn’t know, but the scream is what made him get there faster. When he came into the yard and saw the bodies he paled. He took a deep breath and walked through. She was more cunning than he’d expected her to be. There was no mistaking the work of a bow, though his had been in the Prince’s hands for weeks now. Now the Queen had killed in his name, made everyone here think they’d been betrayed, and Hannibal wanted nothing more than to see her suffer. The sniffling alerted him to a live one and he inhaled the scent of flowered blossoms along with coal dust and–Will. Just as Hannibal turned he was attacked knocked down with a dagger to his neck. The feeling of tears made him freeze, warm breath and a whispered, “We were all so foolish.” He didn’t dispatch her as he could, easily the idea came and went. “I did not do this.” A laugh. “I saw you! You…” “The Queen is an accomplished sorceress, glamour is not above her many talents.” He felt his attacker hesitate. Another sniffle before she said, “You gave your bow to Will,” her dagger came away and she whispered, “I’ve seen him with it.” “Yes,” he sighed, “What has she done with him?” The dwarf jumped off his back and he righted himself before he stood to follow when she went into the forest. Will was not far but covered in leaves and looked so pale that Hannibal felt pained to see him. “How long has she been gone?” Another sniffle. “Several days,” she brushed a leaf from Will’s hair, “I didn’t want the wolves to get him so I…” Hannibal put his hand on her shoulder, the gesture causing a shudder. “You protected him well, but it would be wiser to bury the body.” Her sobbing started almost immediately. She threw herself onto Will’s corpse from one side while he leaned over the other to touch. “She will pay, I promise you.” Her sobs subsided and she looked up to whisper, “He could not stop thinking of you when you left. It was all I could do but tease him for the hearts in his eyes.” Hannibal swallowed, his hand brushed across the Prince’s strangely soft lips. “Neither could I.” “He deserves to feel a single kiss before his passage to the afterlife, does he not?” Hannibal smiled at her. “I am not in the habit of kissing corpses.” The dwarf smiled, tears still streaming down her face. “Please.” Hannibal stared at Will, the beauty of his face still had not waned and if not for his coloring The Huntsman might have thought him sleeping. “I am sorry for the pain you endured in this life, and pray you can inflict it on others who deserve such things in the next.” The touch of their lips made him shiver, a desperate thought came unbidden that perhaps if he kissed well enough the Prince would wake. Hannibal’s hand came to his cheek, brushing the skin and pulling back instantly on the warmth of it. Will’s eyes were open, the anger there gave him pause. “I trusted you,” Will whispered, tears in his eyes. Beverly cried out, while she threw herself over Will and hugged him as Hannibal moved away. The Prince held onto her gently, his breath labored as he whispered in her ear things not for Hannibal to hear. Beverly whispered back, while she looked at Hannibal several times as Will continued to shake his head. “Tell him!” She cried, “About the Queen, about…” Hannibal stood and brushed off his trousers, the warmth in him at Will’s awakening soon going cold. “The Prince can make his own decisions based on what he saw, but I suggest you both leave before something worse than me finds you.” He turned and walked away, heavy with indecision. Hannibal was not even a yard away when he was knocked in the head by an acorn;, the distinct scent of Will and his dwarf caused him to turn. The Prince was still angry, he could see the hate in Will’s eyes, but he held out his hand. “We can take her down better together than apart.” Hannibal took the offered hand and recalled the softness of Will’s lips against his own as he brought it to his mouth. There was a distinct shiver from Will as he lifted his head and smiled. “Lead the way.”

 TBC

[beautiful---tragedy]

For #HannibalEverAfter