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To all my dear Fannibals and virtual friends, I wish you the best holidays you can imagine and all the happiness you deserve.
I toast to a new year still together and I toast to a lot of good things coming for us.
Happy HanniHolidays, beautiful people.
Love you all.
Len
The Child of Hamelin
Mature // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tagged: Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Modern-ish Fairy Tale, Fairy Tale Elements, Dark Fairy Tale Elements, Alternate Universe - 1980s, Mystery, References to Hannibal Rising, rodent infestation, disappearing children, cover-up, Minor Character Death, Threats of Violence, threats of violence to a pregnant woman, Getting to Know Each Other, Developing Friendships, Revelations, Family Secrets, Town secrets, Wolf Trap is a creepy place to live, Murder, canonical child death (Mischa), Cannibalism, Revenge, becoming, First Kiss, Happy Ending Words: 19630 Chapters: 4/4
Twenty-five years ago sickly kid, Will Graham, was the only child in Wolf Trap not stolen by a mysterious supernatural force. Now grown up, Will is a Deputy Sheriff in the broken town about to be revisited by evil. If he has any hope of saving the town, he must unravel a mystery of murder, revenge and powers beyond his imagination.
In the great British tradition of spooky stories at Christmas, this is for #HanniHolidays: Holiday Music (sort of?)
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Twenty Five Years Earlier ~
“Show yourself.” Jack Crawford’s voice strained with both fear and anger as he held his gun and torch together, pointed at the treeline. The snow had fallen heavily the day before and there were no fresh tracks that he could see, but there was definitely something at the edge of the woods.
He didn’t want to be out on a night like this. With the first snow falling there was already enough to do. It would be only a few days more of this rate of snowfall that would cut their town off for the winter. This year the mayor had proposed some measures to keep the high road and bridge out of town clear, but they still needed to prepare for their potential and usual isolation if it didn’t pan out.
With that, the Lecter situation and the recent and destructive infestation of rodents, he had better shit to do than chasing down what was likely a bobcat at most.
The shrubbery rustled and he cocked his gun... then he heard a pitiful voice that was barely more than a quiet sob.
“Sheriff?”
A small boy staggered from the at the edge of the woods, he was in pyjamas torn by the rough foliage, his skin pale, eyes rimmed so red that it was clear even in the growing darkness of the early evening. His bare feet were muddy and covered in scratches and bruises.
Jack hesitated just a moment before he uncocked and holstered his gun and started forward, picking up speed as he saw the child fall. Jack caught him and cradled the limp and exhausted form as the child struggled to regulate his breathing. His eyes were wide with terror and sadness.
“Will? Will Graham?” Jack recognised the sickly little kid as that of Bill Graham, local drunk. A quiet kid from what he knew, kept to himself - went to and from school on his own, smaller than most kids his age. He was the kind of kid that Jack always wondered about. Probably just become a drunk like his old man was most people’s thought - he wasn’t expected to do better than the family he came from. But he wasn’t trouble, he was quiet and polite to a fault. The kind of polite that was beat into a kid.
He was the last person Jack had expected to see out here, alone at the edge of the wood’s whilst he was responding to reports of strange noises that seemed to have the nearest residents terrified.
“The others.” Will mumbled quietly, shaking in his arms despite being burning hot. The kid seemed sick, maybe from walking in the woods at night in barely a stitch. “I can’t feel them anymore… The music’s gone…”
“Others?”
“The children… the o-other children.” Will’s breath stuttered against a sob. “They’re gone. I couldn’t keep up. He left me behind. He took the music away.” The tears came then and Jack got to his feet, holding the boy to his chest as he carried him back to his vehicle. He had no clue what the hell was going on. His first thought had been that little Will had gotten into his daddy’s liquor, but he didn’t smell of alcohol.
As Jack got closer to the his truck - the low light of the headlamps and the static, coloured light on the roof lighting the way - he could hear the frantic chatter on his radio. He frowned, making out the voice of the dispatcher as he got closer, feeling his pulse spike as he heard the panic there.
“Sheriff, please come in. Sheriff!” She was pleading over and over. Jack picked up the pace, opening the door awkwardly and sliding Will gently into the passenger seat before grabbing the CB and standing. The wire strained as he pressed the receiver.
“This is Crawford.”
“Sheriff, oh god, please you’ve gotta get back here.”
“Ok, ok, slow down. What’s going on?” He looked down at Will who had curled into a ball in the seat, looking like the smallest ten year old in the world at that moment.
“Jack, the children. They’re all gone.” The words were broken on a sob.
“What children?” Jack growled, frustrated and confused and not getting answers damn well fast enough.
“All of them Jack. All the children from the town. They’re all gone Jack. Oh god, they’re all gone… The calls, the parents are… the phone is ringing off the hook. Someone has taken all the children.” The words trailed into sobs and Jack felt a shiver so cold grip him that he couldn’t help the uncharacteristic shudder. He looked down at the boy who curled tighter as he let out a chilling sob.
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Hannibal daily sketch #307: First of our entries for @hannibalcreative‘s #WinterMurderland and daily sketch for Hanniholidays2017! Drawing for the 8th day: Christmas Light. Maybe Jack needed a hint... but looks like he can't "catch" it anyway ;)
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🎄HAPPY HANNIHOLIDAYS🎄
My little fic for HanniHolidays day two: Ornaments!
Never let your demon boyfriend decorate your Christmas tree..
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The hannibros can’t help but try to kill each other.
HanniHolidays #27
Hot Chocolate
Abigail peered into the kitchen. She was about to ask if the hot chocolate was ready – but clearly, it wasn’t. She walked right into the middle of an argument.
“…you must prepare hot chocolate from original Belgian 60% cocoa chocolat noir, Ceylonese cinnamon, nutmeg, brown cane sugar, organic cream, and a sprinkling of evaporated milk with an additional touch of Arabica and Cuban rum, Will, otherwise it cannot be called true Christmas hot chocolate.”
Will crossed his arms. Pouting, he looked at three teacups filled to the brim with the deliciously-smelling brown liquid laid on the counter in front of him. “You and your refined tongue, Hannibal! My father’s always made it from ‘ordinary’ walnut-flavoured chocolate, whole milk, and whipped cream, and it still was the best holiday drink after eggnog I have tasted. But that just isn’t good enough for you, is it?”
Not even Hannibal the chef and his posh dishes could convince him otherwise, Abigail assessed. She knew it was a recipe running in the Graham family for decades.
Hannibal continued to stir the thick substance he called chocolate, pretending what Will had said was not a stab in his pride.
How could he compare that to this? Hannibal had honestly thought Will had known better than to dispute over recipes and cooking procedures with him.
He might have loved him with all of his heart, but even thinking such ridiculous idea was a little overboard, let alone uttering it aloud. Of course it would have been good enough – everything from Will would –, hadn’t Will said it in such offended and unnecessarily annoyed tone.
“Is it, Hannibal?”
“Do not attempt to stir my nerves, William—”
Saying his full name, it must have been serious. She couldn’t tear her eyes away; she wanted to know how the little dispute will end. So she stood behind the door and watched in silence.
“Or? We’ve long gotten past the mutual desire to kill each other or put a knife in each other if we were in particularly bad temper, Hannibal. What worse could you possibly do to me for a mere disapproval of one statement?”
Will walked round the kitchen island to the cook’s side. He stood tight close to him, bodies almost touching. The look in his eyes was stern and daring.
Hannibal abruptly turned 180 degrees. Fast. Contact was inevitable. He held the wooden spoon dipped in steamy hot chocolate an inch away from his face.
“You really don’t know, Will?” he purred. “There are so many things I could do.”
Locking gazes with him, he took the spoon to his mouth, and slowly licked the chocolate. “If you say one more thing about my chocolate recipe, I won’t give you a single lick.”
“Will you, now,” Will leant closer. He gripped the hand holding the spoon, disabling Hannibal to move whatsoever. His lips brushed against his as he spoke. “Because right now, I can only think of the exact opposite, since I can’t see a way of stopping me, even if I say my hot chocolate is ten times better.”
This was the moment Abigail should probably leave, since her fathers went from piqued to all flirty and she just knew what was going to happen. However, she did not.
Will closed the almost nonexistent gap between their lips with an ardent, open-mouthed kiss. Hannibal, even if he were mad at Will, could never, ever, resist him and not return the kiss. The love was too strong, and he was too weak for that.
The kiss tasted like the chocolate, and oh God, it was delicious. It was divine, as every single time their lips met and they gave in to passion and love, but better. Like the first time; better than the first time.
Will must have admitted the Belgian chocolat noir with Ceylonese cinnamon and God-knows-what other special ingredients perhaps tasted more deliciously than his recipe, but he still wasn’t letting Hannibal win. He stood by his opinion even so, if he felt a tiny bit sorry for what his real plan was.
And here it came. Hannibal broke the kiss with the words “it’s burning” and gasping breaths. Thanks to his exquisite smell, he noticed before Will.
Nothing could last forever. Not even the best things and experiences in the universe. Teacups shattered. Hot chocolate burnt.
Will was counting on it.
Abigail rolled her eyes, and entered the kitchen, going straight for a cup of Will’s chocolate. She really tried not to snicker.
Heaven Scent
Explicit // M/M // Mads Mikkelsen/Hugh Dancy // Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Mads, Omega Hugh, oblivious Mads, Misunderstandings, courting (maybe), First Kiss, Kiss at Midnight, New Years
From the prompt: Imagine young alpha mads, just turned up to the set of King Arthur, ready for his first big Hollywood movie, and he catches the most amazing scent he’s ever experienced…
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Summer 2003 - First Day of Filming
Mads knew it was a cultural thing. It wasn’t like Denmark was backwards, not at all, but… omega rights, omega-lib, it was a very different thing than in the UK. Not that it made things any easier. His British costars didn’t seem in the least bit phased, but he had seen a raised brow on Skarsgård and some of the others from Northern Europe.
He knew that there were growing numbers of omegas all over the continent that were taking the lead from the UK and US and going without blockers. But he had never spent any significant time with any himself. And it was… distracting.
It didn’t help that the omega, who’s rich and sweet scent was heavy on the back of his tongue, was also the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life. Ten years younger and full of youthful exuberance, Mads had been immediately drawn to Hugh… after recovering from that first day on set.
They hadn’t had chance to meet much before filming their first group scene and they’d ended up having to do several takes just because Mads couldn’t get it right. He cursed under his breath as he ruined another take, but everyone else seemed amused - including Hugh… through his blushing. They all understood immediately that he wasn’t accustomed to working with omega’s who didn’t block their scent, even the betas amongst them gave knowing smiles.
He was doing well in Denmark and had a couple of international movies under his belt, but this was his first English language film and potential blockbuster. This could change his entire career… or he could get replaced by a less distracted alpha on the second day of filming.
When the first day of filming ended Mads went to his room and showered for about three hours. Trying to get rid of any lingering scent in his nostrils.
On the second day of filming distracted went to aroused with one glance from the omega and Mads whimpered.
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Santa Baby
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Explicit // M/M // BearDogs - Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Lee Fallon (The Big C) // Tags: Mall Santa, unexpected hookups, how did this become a date? Great sex, happy ending. Words: 4635 Chapters: 1/1
When Lee decided to go Christmas shopping, he had not expected to end the day hooking up with a mall Santa. Even so, he was pretty delighted about being filled with the Holiday Spirit!
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“I don’t know what to tell you kid. We’re out of toys, the day is done.”
Lee could only hear a muffled, but pitiful, response from a child trying to queue when the grotto was already closed.
“Blame the elves! They fucking unionised!” Santa chuckled to himself. Lee could see the front of the grotto now - complete with sad child and Santa with an unlit cigarette behind his ear, stood and ready to clock off. Lee watched as the Santa looked around and then took a knee in front of the little girl, pulled out his wallet and gave her a five dollar bill. “Forget those elves, you go buy something nice before the shops close, okay?”
The little girl was apparently appeased though her father didn’t look quite as enthused. Santa gave the man a shit-eating grin for his troubles.
“Can I help you?” Santa asked.
It was a moment before Lee realised that Santa was talking to him, and that he had somehow come to a halt to watch the scene unfold and was now stood where the queue should start. “You wanna sit on my knee, gorgeous? See what Santa has for you in his sack?”
Lee chuckled and grinned. This wasn’t exactly a fantasy he’d ever had but…
The father ushered his little girl quickly away, with a slight look of disgust, leaving the two of them alone at the grotto in the rapidly emptying mall.
“I’m rarely one to turn down the chance to fondle a nice sack.” Lee replied, his grin making his face ache a little - he always enjoyed being unexpectedly amused. Santa looked a little surprised, like he wasn’t actually expecting his terrible lines to work. Lee shrugged at his response - “the last few years have taught me that life is too short to waste on tiptoeing around the point.”
Santa gave Lee such a lascivious smile that it nearly made him tremble.
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