If you're up to it then how about R!Clack for chocolate? I'm a sucker for fluff!
◈ — @anon || Request accepted !
Who isn’t a sucker for fluff ? Here ya go, some chocolate, romantic fluff !
There were many things Jack was proud about.
A lot of them were related to magic and many other feats he had achieved in his life. A few of them although were more related to everyday and mundane things; Learning how to cook with minimal help was something he was immensely proud of, but being a natural at baking easily beat the cooking achievement.
Today, since was Valentines day, Jack baked his famous triple chocolate cake filled with some more chocolate. It was Han’s favorite and a treat that Jack allowed him to have just a few times per year since chocolate was, essentially, poisonous for him.
However, this time, as soon as Jack finished the decor and put the cake in the fridge for the chocolate to cool down, Han appeared at the door, frowning at him.
“What?”
“Ya done?” Han asked, heavy american accent that Jack was sure he used just to pester him as an extra.
“Yes. But you won’t be having any until dinner.”
Hannibal tsked at him. Actually, literally, clicked his tongue and Jack was so surprised and speechless he couldn’t form any kind of reply when Han pushed him outside the kitchen, warning him about don’t bother for a few hours because he, Hannibal, was going to be very busy.
“Busy— Doing what?” The door closing in his face was the only answer he got.
Jack pictured Han inside, eating the whole cake with his hands and sighed, resolving he didn’t have the strength neither was in the mood to get mad about it; It was Valentines, it was Han’s cake anyway and Jack was happy with the black roses Hannibal got for him that morning, like every year, so no, whatever was happening inside his kitchen, wouldn’t bother him in the slightest.
Except it was bothering him, even two hours later.
Dinner wasn’t a problem, Jack ordered the food from one of his favorite restaurants and was delivered just minutes ago, but still he needed to get inside his kitchen to set up the food in the plates and pinpoint whatever damage Hannibal caused in there.
Jack carried the bags and knocked the door with his foot, half hungry, half annoyed and entirely worried.
“Han, the food is here. I’m hungry and I want to eat and then have sex in the tub while drinking champagne.” He announced, still using his feet to knock the door and after a few minutes of being there, knocking and standing like a bloody idiot Hannibal opened the door.
“ —so fucking annoying.” Was the greet he got.
“I am hungry. What did you do with my kitchen?”
“Nothin’. Gimme that.” Han took the bags and then, finally, Jack got inside.
There wasn’t a mess.
In fact, the table was set, some candles lit and red and black roses were arranged in a bouquet at the table. Jack blinked, almost cursing at himself because of course today was one of those days Han managed himself to be in the right, ‘soft romantic’ mood.
“Oh, did you bother doing all of this for us dear?” Jack asked with a soft voice and a tender smile. Hannibal didn’t reply but he was busy setting the food in the plates. “I love it. Thank you.”
“I got ya somethin’ too.” Han handed him back the bags and went to the fridge while Jack finished to put the bread in a basket in the middle of the table.
“What did you buy me?” Jack asked, unable to stop himself because he was a dragon and, as such, he was impossibly curious.
“Nothin’. I made it.”
That got Jack’s attention immediately and he turned in time to see Han offering him a plate full of chocolates.
“You made chocolates?” He asked with wonder, watching the sweets; They had different forms, probably cut with Jack’s cookie molds, and were well made. They looked pretty, even.
“Aren’t poisoned.” Han smirked at him and Jack laughed, taking one to bite it. “—But that somethin’ one would say if were offerin’ ya poisoned choc.”
“Well, poisoned or not, these taste amazing.” Jack replied with a big grin, eating the sweet in one bite and taking other to put it in Han’s mouth. “I didn’t know you were so talented with sweets, I’m almost jealous.” Han ate the whole chocolate in one bite, as was was his custom, but Jack couldn’t even bother at it.
The fact that Han decided -for whatever reason Jack couldn’t fathom- to do something like this for him was such a sweet and meaningful gesture that Jack found himself falling in love harder with the demon, feeling his heart swollen when Han smiled at him.
“Yer cryin’.”
“I’m not.” He replied quickly, even if he did notice his vision going blurry for the unshed tears of happiness. “I’m just… Happy. I love it Han, for real… I love you.”
Han hugged him and Jack breathed slowly to calm himself, smiling against his chest and letting Han’s shirt dry his eyes. “Better?”
“Yes, thank you. What you say if we dinner, eat cake and then hit the tub with champagne and those chocolates?” Han nodded at him, suggesting him to put some petals in the water too and Jack hated the man a bit more for making him fall for him even more.
“We have a plan then. Come, I’m really hungry. When did you learn to make chocolate anyways?” Han smiled.
Synopsis: He was lost, but someone found him and helped him to his feet.
Warnings: None
Author’s Notes: A sequel to this, this time from the child’s perspective. Again will be posted on AO3 and FF.Net when I get the chance. Hannibal belongs to @blpak.
He had been chasing butterflies. He’d loved butterflies; they were always so small and colorful. Mama always told him if he were to chase butterflies he would need to stay inside the walls of their garden. He listed to her of course, because that’s what you’re supposed to do with Mama. Mama made the rules and everyone in the kingdom was supposed to follow them.
But today he didn’t follow the rules; he meant to initially, but there was just one butterfly that seemed to slip from his grasp whenever he came close. He followed it all the way up to the garden walls and paused for a moment at their base. He tilted his head up to the great mass of polished white stones and then glanced back toward the carnations blossoming in the breeze. It would only be for a few minutes. Mama could understand that right?
There were vines that tumbled over the walls. Vines that were big and strong enough to support him climbing them. It was easy; all he had to do was bundle the hem of his dress with one hand and then pitch himself over the wall. To his luck the butterfly could be seen resting on a flower as he slid down the opposite side. So as they say, the chase was back on.
Time and distance eluded him – he was just too busy trying to catch that pesky little butterfly. It wasn’t until he tripped when trying to at last, finally catch the butterfly, and fell onto the ground with a thud. Being there on the cold ground, seeing how dark and macabre the forest was around him did more than just scare him, it petrified him immensely. Like what any four-year-old would do in a situation like this, he began to cry. Hopefully someone would hear him crying and come help him, preferably Mama.
Well, someone did hear his crying but it wasn’t Mama. A shadow loomed over him and glanced up to see a giant raising an eyebrow at him. He was a very big giant, with skin far lighter than his brown complexion and had blond hair. He looked like the people that came from the West and would see Mama. He kneeled down to ask him if he was lost in a deep but gentle voice and held a big hand out to him.
Despite the rather tight grip and those sharp fangs that poked underneath his smiles, he let the giant help him back to his feet. They started walking then. The forest didn’t seem so scary now that he wasn’t alone anymore. He glanced up to the giant’s red eyes and then shied away when they glanced back down at him. The giant mentioned Mama – did he know Mama, was he a friend of Mama?
At first he didn’t say anything. It was a quiet walk, save for the pearls that jingled on his wrists and neck. Oh, and this weird grumbling sound he heard every now and then. He glanced up to the giant’s face and then to his stomach. Was he hungry… it sounded like it was that but then couldn’t be sure.
“Um,” Besides, there were far more important questions he had to ask. Like a name; surely giants have names, even ones that reside in spooky forests like these. “Mister, what is your name?” he asked in an innocent voice.
Those red eyes glanced down at him and then back up again. “Hannibal.” He blinked a couple of times at the name. Hannibal that was an odd name. It sounded like it came from the West, like the rest of his clothes too; he didn’t see others wear the dark garments Hannibal wore in the kingdom. That fur draped around his huge shoulders looked like sheep, though.
“Mr. Hannibal, how do you know Mama? Are you a friend of her? Mama has lots of friends.” Chitter chatter tumbled out of his mouth. He should have been considerate of Hannibal but at the same time he felt very safe around him. Hannibal was big and strong and something sturdy he could cling to until they got out of this spook forest.
“One question at a time kiddo,” Hannibal chuckled. He smiled; that was nice, he liked seeing the giant smile. He beamed even more when one of those big hands ruffled his hair. “Yeah, I know your mother. We’re friends – of a sorts.” Hannibal explained.
“Then Mama will be happy to see you then!” he nodded in response. How lucky of him to be found by a good friend of Mama’s. Surely Mama will be thankful that Hannibal was here to find him and take him back home.
“You could say that kiddo…” Hannibal insisted with a shrug. Yes, wouldn’t the Queen be surprised to see him, again.
Synopsis: Hannibal finds a lost child in his forest.
Warnings: Cannibalism (as in the consideration, not the out right act of)
Author’s Notes: I wrote this on my RP blog and I might as well post it here too! Will be positing it later on AO3 and FF.net. Hannibal belongs to @blpak, which I recommend reading their reverse Xiaolin comic! It’s really amazing!
What was that… smell? It smelled almost… delicious.
Hannibal crept among the shadows, heading in the direction of where this almost delicious scent was coming from. A light grew upon the horizon and gave life to his otherwise dead forest. He stopped when feeling the warmth that radiated from such a light. How he hated such a presence in his domain; a growl rumbled deep from his chest. Hannibal wanted to snuff out that stupid light.
But at the same time, there was that smell. That almost, delicious smell, which was also so very new to him as well – it’s been years since he smelled something new in his forest. Hannibal paused when the light flickered for a moment and then ceased to shine all together. He blinked a couple of times in confusion – perhaps his eyes where finally going after all these years – and then saw the light come back, dimmer than before. Pitiful sobbing drifted into his ears as the wind swept past him.
A child, a child crying in his forest?
Impossible; Hannibal snorted and then kicked his heels into motion again. What stupid, but also ignorant brat would dare be wandering around his forest? His footstep grew heavy with not quite anger, but not quite frustration either, only simmering annoyance. He wasn’t here to coo some kid’s boo-boos. Might as well just eat them to stop their pitiful crying.
Pushing a withered branch out of his way, Hannibal glanced down at this source of light that’s been giving life to his otherwise dead forest. White robes crumpled in the dirt, the hem mattered with dried leaves and grime. A pair of hands soft but also fragile covered a face that was most definitely innocent. When the child noticed the shadow looming over them, they turned up to see Hannibal, whom then in return quirked an eyebrow back. He wasn’t moved by the tears bubbling from those grey eyes but was more or less stumped on seeing that silver crescent plastered on the child’s brow.
It clicked to him seconds later; oh, it was the child of that accursed kingdom, the child of that bitch of a queen. The heir to the beautiful and oh so peaceful Silver Moon Kingdom. Here was the kingdom’s pride and joy – not to mention the Queen’s very own flesh and blood – sobbing pitifully at his feet. Hannibal could always eat them. After all, it was an almost delicious smell.
“Child,” Hannibal’s voice was deep but reassuring. He kneeled down on one knee and extended a large hand out for the child. “You’re lost aren’t you? You poor thing.” he cooed in a sympathetic tone.
“Why don’t you come with me?” Hannibal suggested with a grin. The child hiccuped, and then glanced up to the sharp fangs before flicking their eyes down to the open hand. Hesitant at first one small hand that jingled with pearls reached to take a hold of his loosely.
“Don’t worry,” Hannibal closed his large hand around the child’s smaller one and chuckled as the other winced at the strong grip. “Your mother must be awfully worried about you, right?” he asked, eyes dreadfully red.
