i hope that tired chef!hannibal passed out on the couch after baking about 10,000,000 christmas cookies is domestic and fluffy enough for your tastes ;3; i love love love drawing fluff so I had a fantastic time <3
i hope you had a merry christmas and/or (are having) a happy hanukkah- good feelings all around! <3 <3 <3
It’s not exactly what you wanted but I hope you like it anyway!
The restaurant had been open less than a week before Will
began hearing talk of it.
Miltai, owned and operated by Chef Hannibal Lecter, was “a
gift to your mouth” and “the best meal you could ever have.” He had two other
restaurants in his queue to review but seeing other critics had gotten there
first was starting to irk him.
One bite of the house favorite, Blue Cheese Crusted Filet
Mignon in Port Wine Sauce and Will had to fight back a moan. He had not let on
that he was a food critic, getting in under his real name was easier to assess
a restaurant’s true atmosphere and if this was the meal they gave average
customers he was overly excited for his next formal visit.
The server came to the table, smiling as he told her, “The
meal was lovely, please compliment the chef for me,” and she said in return, “I
will, sir, he picked out the meat especially for you.”
His next meal however, was abysmal. He was there with
Beverly this time, she’d begged Will to come since it was so much harder to get
in now that word had gotten around. His pseudonym Garrett Jacob Hobbs, made the
maitre’d’s eyes widen and they were seated in a prime table in the middle of
the room. He ordered the same, though his first bite had Will nearly spitting
the meat across the room.
Bev’s eyes widened, “What’s wrong?”
Will shook his head. “This is terrible! I can’t even…it was
so fantastic the first time it’s like someone took grizzle and threw it on my
The server ran over and asked, “Sir, is there…”
“What the hell is this? It’s nothing like I got the last
time I was here!”
The server’s eyes widened and she said, “I’ll take it back,
Mr. Hobbs, I…”
When she ran off Will threw his napkin down, glaring at the
room of guests who were all staring at him in annoyance. “If you’d eaten the
same thing I had you would’ve done the same!”
The server came out with a man in tow, the man’s annoyed look
suddenly softening when he saw Will. “Hello, Mr. Hobbs, I did not…Mr. Graham.”
Will blushed, “You remembered me.”
The man, who could only be Hannibal Lecter, held out his
hand for Will to take.
“I apologize, if I had known…I will remake it immediately.”
Will frowned. “What did I do differently the other time?”
Hannibal smiled. “You were the most beautiful person in the
room, though I suspect you are the most beautiful person in most rooms.”
Will’s blush deepened and he said softly, “Thank you,” as
Hannibal bowed and left them.
Will turned to see Beverly grinning so hard he thought her
cheeks would split open. “Shut up.”
“He’s so cute, he gave you special food cuz you were hot.”
Will put his hand over his eyes, “This is so…”
“Adorable? It’s adorable. You have a chef boyfriend, it’s
like your perfect match or something.”
Will sighed. “He’s not my boyfriend, it’s just…”
Bev picked up another bite of her food, grinning as she
said, “If he makes food this fucking good, maybe I need to make him my
Will glared, “He didn’t make you special food.”
She laughed. “You like him too, I can see it in your eyes.”
He said nothing, drinking his wine and waiting for his meal
to be made. He was starving but waiting twenty minutes for the meal in his
memory was enough to occupy his time.
Hannibal brought it out personally, the meal looking exactly the same as the
last though Will could smell the meat making his mouth water. “I apologize
again, Mr. Graham, it will not happen again.”
Will blushed and said, “Will. My name is Will.”
Hannibal said softly, “Bon appetite, Will,” waiting for him
to take a bite and smiling widely at the dreamy look on Will’s face.
Bev mumbled, “I don’t get special meat?”
“It is from a private reserve, only for an…honored list of
Bev asked, “How do I get on the list?”
Hannibal watched Will take another bite, licking his lips as
Will caught his eye, “You have to be invited.”
When he left them Bev kicked Will under the table, “Let me
Will growled, “No, it’s mine.”
She ate her food under protest while Will moaned through
every bite of his, nearly licking the plate clean when he finished.
“You’re horrible, I thought we were friends.”
Will stuck his tongue out at her and said, “I’m going to the
bathroom, if he comes back…”
She laughed. “I’ll tell your boyfriend where you are in case
he wants to have a quickie.”
Will blushed again, rushing from the table and heading for
He couldn’t stop smiling, the feeling of good food and knowing Hanniba’s eyes were on him was intoxicating. He finished just as the bathroom door
opened and he stepped out of the stall, surprised to see Hannibal washing
“Do they not have sinks in the kitchen?”
Will stood beside him, soaping up his own hands as Hannibal
spoke, “The kitchen does not have your beautiful face to look at while I wash my hands.”
Will laughed, “Do these cheesy lines work on people?”
“I do not know. Do they?”
Will laughed again, ducking his head as he dried his hands
with a towel, “Yes.”
Hannibal stood beside him, taking the towel just as Will
took another, their hands grazing lightly. “Would you consider sharing a meal
with me, Will? Away from your job and mine?”
Will licked his lips and swallowed, “You’re asking me out in
Hannibal smiled. “Yes.”
Will smiled back and said, “Kind of a horrible place to ask,
isn’t it? After all the beautiful comments you’ve thrown at me?”
Hannibal took his hand suddenly, making Will startle but not
pull away. He brought Will’s hand to his lips and said, “You are still very
beautiful even in the bathroom, Will. I believe you are the most beautiful man
I have ever laid eyes on.”
Will sighed, “Thank you, I’m not really, but…”
Hannibal said, “Yes, Will, you are.”
Will blushed and said, “Okay, yes I’ll go out with you.”
Hannibal held his hand still as he asked, “We will meet here tomorrow evening?
Will asked, “I thought we were going to eat away from our
Hannibal kissed his hand again, “Do you not want to have
more of my special meat?”
Will laughed, “What kind of meat are we talking about here?”
Hannibal let go of his hand, reaching up to touch his cheek.
“We will see where the night takes us.”
Will nodded once and answered hoarsely, “Okay. Seven
Hannibal left before he did, Will nearly falling back
against the wall once he was gone, and when he went back to the table Bev was
smiling from ear to ear.
“He found you.”
Will said nothing, and Bev said, “He said no charge, by the
way. Your “beautiful countenance was payment enough.” I almost swooned.”
Will blushed, and they exited their seats as Will turned
back to see Hannibal watching. He heard Bev mumble, “Geez, you’ve got it bad,”
and Will said nothing.
The show works because it’s so grotesquely sensual — horror as lifestyle porn. In a strange way, it’s more of a cooking show than a crime show: Like any Top Chef contestant, Mikkelsen’s Hannibal is fussy, vain, ingenious, a control freak with a monstrous ego.
Kitchen nightmares au where Frederick chilton is an incompetent chef/restaurant owner and will graham is his put upon secretly brilliant sous chef and Hannibal Lecter is a world renowned chef who has come to save his restaurant. Lecter can’t because chilton sucks but he and will hit it off tho 👍🏻✨🍍