Soulmate Au where you absolutely must laugh at ur sm sense of humour? Also please: Dayum Will u got it hard with all of Hannibal's cannibal puns. >w<
It starts off when Will finds himself laughing uncontrollably on a normal Friday evening. His dogs stare at him, heads cocked in curiosity.
It happens again the following Saturday. Jack mentions the next time he sees Will that Hannibal hosted a wonderful dinner party, such a gracious host, Will should join them time.
That’s when he starts to wonder. Hannibal never struck him as someone particularly funny but - well? Maybe?
Hannibal invites him over but Will can’t quite bring himself to stay. He deposits a nice bottle of wine along with his apologies, but he lingers, just long enough to watch Hannibal work a little with those rolled up sleeves and muscled forearms.
They are rather distracting.
And then the topic of Hannibal’s change in profession comes about and when Hannibal says “I transferred my passion for anatomy into the culinary arts”, Will has no idea why he’s suddenly laughing hysterically.
It’s worded a little too baroquely, sure, but it’s not funny. Hannibal just stares at him, his mouth ticking up at the corner.
Will lets the laughter run out, his head between his knees, taking as many deep breaths as he can. Then he starts to do the math and his blood runs cold. He straightens up so fast he goes a little light-headed.
“Holy shit,” Will says, “you’re the Chesapeake Ripper.”
Hannibal doesn’t really react to this, just politely sets down his knife and raises his eyebrows.
“Which would mean that you’re my soulmate.”
Will swallows hard. “Oh, shit.”
He runs out into the night and doesn’t look back.
Five years later
Hannibal serves the meat to their guests, meticulously arranged on blood-red plates with white lettuce, stewed cranberries and nettle sauce.
“Ooh,” coos a woman to Will’s right, “what is this.”
“Turkey,” Hannibal replies. “Though this particular bird was in quite a foul mood.”
Will bursts out laughing, so hard and loud that he almost falls off his chair. The rest of the room falls awkwardly silent.
“Please don’t mind my husband,” Hannibal says with a smile. “He has a dreadful sense of humour.”