I was supposed to be writing something else but couldn’t concentrate properly on it, so I wrote this instead.
After Grant Us Peace, a couple of people wanted to read about Will and Hannibal at the concert. I tried to write a short ficlet. But instead an extra chapter happened? Oops. Here it is.
Pairing: Hannibal/Will Rating: Teen & Up Tags: au, fluff, romance, music, concerts, public displays of affection, genderfluid Will, young Will Summary: Hannibal takes Will to the concert and they meet Mrs Komeda. Set in my Quicksilver au.
Will had expected a taxi to collect them - traffic and parking on a Friday evening would be a nightmare - but Hannibal had ushered him down to the garage and into the Bentley. When they pulled up in front of the symphony hall, with a sinking feeling Will realised why he’d gone to the trouble. A taxi simply wouldn’t have made the same kind of entrance.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Will said, climbing out of the car and straight into the line of sight of a crowd of onlookers. They were gathered in the foyer, some spilling out beyond the doors, observing who was arriving and who wasn’t. They looked exactly as he’d feared, dressed in things which glittered and shimmered, clasping drinks to their chests and chattering busily. Alert and watchful, seeking useful tidbits to pass on. All excruciatingly social.
Hannibal handed the keys to the valet and swept round the car to take Will’s arm. Will tried to glower at him but it was difficult when he looked so handsome. He wore a dark velvet smoking jacket and a bow tie with a very white shirt. The crispness of it against his neck was particularly distracting.
“No, I couldn’t,” Hannibal admitted. “The opportunity to show you off was too tempting. But we will listen to the music in privacy, and we can go straight there if you prefer.”
Will nodded and let Hannibal lead him towards the sliding glass doors into the hall and the bigger crowd inside. Several of them had already recognised Hannibal, and the knowledge spread visibly across the crowd like flames over oil. Will tried to make his hold on Hannibal’s arm look casual and stood up a little taller, hoping his expression didn’t betray him too much.
The crowd parted to let them through with a slight frisson of expectation. But when it was obvious they were headed straight into the auditorium and no immediate introductions would be made, the lessening of their interest was an almost physical relief. Will breathed a little easier and tried not to make eye contact with anyone. Hannibal nodded a few times in greeting, but that was all.
They passed smoothly through without stopping and into the blessedly emptier space near the elevators.
“Was that a photographer I saw back there?” Will said. There had been a few flashes, some posed movements and bright fake smiles.
“Only the local press,” Hannibal said, pressing the elevator button. “It’s an opening night.”
Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Living Dead Girl Mischa Lecter Additional Tags: Ace-spectrum Will Graham, Vampire Hannibal Lecter, Alternate Universe - Vampire, season 1 AU, Memory Palace, Boundaries? What are those? Summary:
Will can’t help a snort of laughter. “Tenacity and a fondness for plaid. It’s a miracle anyone can tell us apart. It must be the dog hair that tips people off.” Or the aftershave, but he’s not going to bring that up again if Hannibal isn’t.
Hannibal tilts his head fractionally, like a dog listening to a pitch humans can’t hear. He takes a slow sip from his glass before he responds.
“It might be the heartbeat.”
(Or: The S1 AU where Hannibal’s a vampire, Will’s asexual, and there are some things to work out.)
Sigh. Remember when this fic was going to be done for Halloween?
Yinz. I don’t even know. It will be done someday. It’s some unholy combination of the world becoming a dystopian hellscape, me losing my regular writing night and not having quite worked out how to get it back yet, and this story developing a mind of its own. Which should not surprise me by now since that’s what all my stories do, AND YET, EVERY TIME, I am like “oh, it’s gonna be a nice little three chapter story!” and then it…isn’t. At all.
Anyway, if anyone’s still sticking around to read this one, there’s a new chapter, in which Hannibal’s mind palace plays show-and-tell with Will.
honestly can we please bring back pushing daisies it’s like the only supernatural show i could see without turning my resolution all the way up every single show about anything remotely supernatural needs to pay the damn electric bill i am so tired
So one of the people on my street works for Sky TV and drives one of their vans. It has hannibal painted on one side which to be honest sets me on edge a little. It parks outside my house regularly as i don’t drive so don’t use that spot.
When i come down for work at 5am i usually open the curtains to see what the weather is like. Some days im open them to see the house across the road. Others i open them to see this particular van outside with Hannibal staring into my living room. Sometimes i forget to close the curtains at night and when i come down for work at 5am i see this.
It is terrifying and you can’t escape it. You either have to live in the dark or live with this staring at you while you try to watch TV.
I go to make a brew and it follows me. I watch TV and its there. I close the curtains and my dog cries because she wants to sit on the windowsill and stare at it.
I mean, is it reasonable to ask Sky to repaint a van because Mads Mikkelsen is staring me down when i try to eat my cornflakes?