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Three Times the Great Chesapeake Ripper was a Big Ass Baby, and His Mongoose Totally Played Into It

Summary:  Well, the title really says it all.  Post Wrath of the Lamb Murder Husband fluff, during their time in France.  Same universe as We’ll Always Have Paris.  For @chronicopheliac.  Sending you lots of love!

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“But I have no desire to drink that. It’s horrid,” Hannibal said shooing Will away.

“Lord have mercy! Count Hannibal Lecter-Graham, VIII, M.D. –- take the damn NyQuil. I promise you, love, it will help you sleep.”

Hannibal sniffled, pulled the blanket up to his chin and vigorously shook his head.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. It tastes like absinthe. Let’s go, sit up.”

“I despise absinthe. I’ll take it, if you do as well.” Hannibal hoped this move would get him out of having to ingest the anise-scented green goop.

“Look, I’m not the one with a 101 fever who hasn’t been able to sleep all day. I may not be a doctor, but I can see you’re exhausted. This will knock you out – I promise you. You’ll sleep.”

“I’ll take it, if you do as well,” Hannibal repeated, standing his ground.

“I’d like to knock you out,” Will mumbled under his breath. He then looked at his husband, who was flushed with sweat, pajamas clinging to his fantastically hairy chest, and then Will’s resolved crumbled.

“Fine. I’ll take it and then you, Doctor Lecter, will shut up and take it as well.”

“Very well, Mongoose.”

“Oh, don’t ‘Mongoose’ me, you Lithuanian brat.”

Hannibal smiled, nose snotty, as Will grimaced and downed a shot of NyQuil.

Soon the two were fast asleep.

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Adrien, Getting his Hair Cut

Adrien: So then she flung me halfway across Paris. You feel me?

Marinette: Why are you telling me this? *snips a bit of Adrien’s hair*

Adrien: I’m remembering horrific memories, and you’re my wife so.

Marinette: Yes, but I’M the one who flung you halfway across Paris.

Adrien: I’m aware. *smirks*

Marinette: *tugs his hair* You don’t have to be mean.

Adrien: Says the girl who threw her husband halfway across Paris.

Marinette: You know what? I could just shave your whole head right now.

Adrien: *gasps* You wouldn’t dare.

Marinette: *winks and faces Adrien* Try me.

Maria Tallchief as Eurydice in Balanchine’s Orpheus (c.1948). George Balanchine Trust/New York City Ballet Archives.

When Tallchief arrived in Paris in 1947 to join her new husband, George Balanchine, the Paris Opera, where she was to perform several ballets, was in a state of nervous decline. She was barely 22 and as yet unknown, a half-Osage Indian who had studied ballet with Russian émigré dancers and joined the Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo as it toured America. And now she was dancing for Balanchine.

GUGU MBATHA-RAW AS HELEN

PRINCESS OF SPARTA

HELEN WAS A PRINCESS OF SPARTA AND THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD. AFTER A HUGE NUMBER OF PRINCES AND KINGS COMPETED FOR HER LOVE, SHE WAS MARRIED TO KING MENELAUS OF LACONIA. HOWEVER, WHEN HER HUSBAND WAS VISITED BY PARIS OF TROY, THE TWO FELL IN LOVE. HELEN LEFT HER HUSBAND TO MARRY PARIS, AND MENELAUS INCITED THE GREEKS TO BEGIN THE SEIGE OF TROY IN RETALIATION.

Part 24 of Greek Myth WOC