Hi, your blog always makes me smile. I'm on a rather exhausting life situation at the moment, so could you write something short about Hannibal and Will cuddling or just doing some domestic stuff etc? Something sweet and warm.
Hello nonny, I’m sorry life is being so rough on you right now, but I hope this helps a little. I maybe took “warm and sweet” a bit too literally… <3
Will awoke in a daze, cocooned in dark and unable to move his arms. Panic set in as he gasped for air, trying to make his way back to the light.
“Will?” Hannibal’s voice pierced the fog of Will’s mind. The darkness fell away and was replaced with the sharp lines of Hannibal’s face, cut through with lamplight. “I was beginning to worry.”
Will tried to move his arms again, this time realizing why it felt so impossible. He lay wrapped tight in a bundle of blankets, clutched close in Hannibal’s lap.
“I found you out in the yard, face down in the snow. You hadn’t been there long, but you were very cold.”
The last thing Will remembered was being fast asleep in his bed. “How did I get there?” He tried to sit up, but Hannibal held him close, cradling Will in his arms like a child. “I haven’t been having headaches, but do you think it could be…”
“Though it may be difficult, I need to you trust I would know if the encephalitis had returned. And that I would tell you.” Hannibal pressed his warm hand to Will’s forehead. “No fever. This was likely a side effect of the medication. You’re healing well. Perhaps it’s time to wean your body off the narcotics.”
Will groaned. “Okay. Can I sit up?”
Hannibal helped Will into a sitting position, but continued to hold on tight to his chest. “If you promise not to move, I’ll make you chocolat chaud.”
Will huffed out a tired laugh. “Hot chocolate?”
“If you prefer, though I suspect the kind you’re used to likely came in a packet.”
Will sighed and leaned into the crook of Hannibal’s neck. Aside from their moment on the cliffside, they’d never cuddled before. Will found he was starved for it. “Don’t knock it,” he sighed, then yawned. “I’m sure whatever you bring me will be amazing.”
Hannibal breathed in the scent of Will’s hair. “Just try and relax.”
Hannibal left Will curled in on himself and the mass of blankets on the couch, dozing in and out of sleep. In his half-dreaming state he could recall being pulled from his bed and down the hall, the click of hooves beckoning in the distance. A cold nose snuffled at his neck, the beast’s massive rack of antlers looming like a cage.
The sound of a tray being set on the side table and the sweet smell of cocoa pulled Will back to reality. With some assistance from Hannibal, Will sat up. Hannibal made to pull Will back into his lap.
“You don’t have to do that.”
Hannibal’s face was impossible to read, though his posture remained soft. “I know.”
Will allowed Hannibal to take him in his arms, blankets discarded to the floor. Hannibal reached for one steaming mug and Will wrapped his hands around it, warmed to the bone from the scent alone. Heat seeped into his fingers as he sipped, the thick, rich chocolate rushing across his tongue. It was quite possibly the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
Will downed half the mug and set it back on the tray. He’d thought that, at some point, they would talk about what had happened, what they’d both felt simmering there on the cliff. Years of unspoken ache spilling over the edge with them. Instead, Will curled into Hannibal’s warmth and nosed into his neck. Not everything needed to be spoken.
Hannibal’s strong hands held onto Will tight. “You’re welcome. How are you feeling?”
“Tired. Warm.” Will dragged his nose up to Hannibal’s jaw. “Good. You make me feel good.”
Hannibal hummed and leaned down to nuzzle Will’s face, right beneath the line of his scar and into his beard. Their eyes fell shut, and just like that they were kissing. It seemed the most natural thing in the world, the two of them there on the couch, warm and sated and sleepy. Will flashed back to the cliffside in his mind, tasting coppered sweetness on his tongue.
Hannibal pulled back, trembling, breathing hot against Will’s lips. “It’s very late. Would you like to get back to bed now?”
Will smiled and kissed the corner of Hannibal’s mouth. “Maybe I should sleep in your room for the rest of the night. Just in case.”
For a moment, Hannibal ceased all movement, even his breathing seemed to still in his chest. “Yes,” he said, breathing once again. His eyes were wide and dark. “I think that would be for the best.”