I blame this wholly on @wrathofthestag, who sent me a prompt I couldn’t resist. Wrath is my Hannibal, convincing me to do stuff I would never do on my own. I’ve never written Hannigram before, just lurked, so be kind and all that other writerly insecurity stuff:
Julie and Julia Prompt - Have Will say Julia Child’s famous “these damn things are as hot as a stiff cock!” line and work in Hannibal using Paul Child’s “You are the butter to my bread, the breath
to my life” line.
Will snatches the cannelloni from the boiling water, a move
he’s seen Hannibal perform dozens of times. When Hannibal does it, it’s almost
a ballet – hot pasta arching in the air trailed by steaming water droplets.
When Will attempts it, the boiling water slaps against his inexperienced
fingers, causing his hand to inelegantly jerk.
“These damn things are as hot as a stiff cock!” Will hisses
as he flings the offending cannelloni into the drainer. Behind him, Hannibal’s
rhythmic chopping falters, then stops.
“What did you say?” Will can feel heat along his back, the
only indication that Hannibal has moved closer.
“Nothing, the pasta just reminded me of someone.”
“Someone?” The word was spoken into his neck, Hannibal’s
nose nuzzling into the curls at the base of his skull. Will leans into the
heat, singed fingers forgotten.
“You might know him. Fancy-pants doctor. Wears a lot of
ill-advised plaid. Believes music stopped after Igor Stravinsky died. Has cheekbones
that could cut glass.” Hannibal’s arm closes around Will’s waist, turning him
until his sly smile is inches from his face. Will’s scar crinkles into a dimple
as his smile stretches. “And he has one hell of a cannelloni.”
Hannibal leans in, caging Will to the counter. Will feels
the brief triumph that flairs whenever he makes Hannibal forget about food
prep. He wants to mention that the rest of the cannelloni need to be drained,
but Hannibal’s gaze traps him.
Hannibal leans in, briefly sniffing Will’s neck, mouth tantalizingly
“Will, you are the butter to my bread, the breath to my
life,” he whispers, dropping his gaze to Will’s curved lips.
Hannibal doesn’t expect the forceful expulsion of air and
spittle that lands on his face as Will starts laughing.
“Jesus. The butter to your bread? You sure I’m not the
plastic suit to your crime scene?” He’s laughing so hard tears stream down
his face. “Christ, I love you, you lunatic.”
Wiping his eyes, Will registers that the warm blanket of body heat is now gone. “Hannibal? …Hannibal? Oh come
on! Come back! I was kidding! You’re the butter to my bread too. …Do you want
me to say the thing about the stiff cock again?”
Will hears Hannibal’s retreating footsteps pause.
“Yup, these cannelloni sure do remind me of stiff
cocks,” Will continues a little louder. “But how can I get anymore
cooking done in this hot kitchen? Guess I’ll have to take this shirt
Will strips off his shirt, tossing it toward the
faint sound of approaching footsteps. The scrap of cloth lands next to an
Maroon eyes look around the door frame. Hannibal’s
mouth is set in a moue of distaste. Will smiles and raises his eyebrow,
he’s always been a good fisherman.
“It’s rude to leave before dinner’s ready,
Hannibal,” he scolds. Hannibal inches back into the room, steps stiff and
formal. Will dips his head and flutters his lashes. “Were you really just going to leave me with nothing but my cannelloni in my hand?” he purrs.
Hannibal’s mouth ticks, just the barest curve at the corner
before it vanishes.
“That would be a shame.”
“So,” Will says, running his hand slowly up and
down Hannibal’s lapels, carefully reeling him in. “Are you going to help
Hannibal’s eyes darken and he leans again, lips ghosting
over Will’s scar. “Of course.”
“Great,” Will whispers, pulling his cannibal in
for a long, slow kiss. He releases Hannibal’s lapels and quirks an eyebrow
“You can butter the bread.”
au where chalupa and taako go on one of those cupcake competition shows and theyre up against the wonderland elves and julia and magnus, cooking for istus the raven queen and pan (the regular judges) but merle is a special judge on the show because he needs cupcakes for some garden thing.
i know this is alluding to chalupa and taako winning but actually magnus and julia would win because the wl elves and the gremlin twins would be too preoccupied with attempting to sabotage each other while magnus and julia are minding their own business and just trying to make their cupcakes really good
Julia helping Merle tend to his soul wood arm. Julia helping Taako slowly get into the swing of cooking again. Julia Helping Magnus heal so much. Julia asking to borrow railspilter for a moment and just d e s t r o y I n g with it during training. Julia wanting to learn how to play from Johan. JULIA AND AVI BEING THE BEST OF FRIENDS AND TALKING SO MUCH. Julia spreading so many fucking rumors like a lil shit. Julia making friends with Leon and helping him out and learning.
TT O TT
THIS IS TH BEST ASK IVE RECEIVED IN A LONG LONG TIME