Post-S3 Hannibal deserves everything he gets and Will is the tired husband fic.
The kitchen was warm from the wood burning oven. There was a loaf of bread being baked inside it now and soon there would be the fish to go inside next.
The catch had been small, but it would do for the next few days. There was always the fish in the freezer, but Will was wary of resorting to unthawing those just yet.
Will held the smallest of the halibut by its head and lightly whipped the tail, slapping Hannibal on the cheek, leaving behind a wet trail that led to the corner of Hannibal’s upturned lips. There was no surprise or shock on his face, he was–as simply as Hannibal could be–happy to have Will’s attention.
He wiped his cheek primly with one of the patriotically themed discounted paper napkins.
“There is a word for that.” Hannibal said.
“I’m not above doing it again, just so you know.”
“Cornobbling,” said Hannibal. He laughed at Will’s heartfelt groan. If it wasn’t for Will’s scale covered hands, he would have covered his face to shield himself from Hannibal’s humor.
Will pointed his knife at Hannibal. “I am not going to ask you how you know that. I’m not.”
With every ounce of purposefulness, Will set the halibut back onto the cutting board, ready to start descaling the fish and add it to the tray with the others.
Hannibal moved and stood behind Will, circling his arms around him and placing his hands over Will’s. Together they scaled the fish. Hannibal bit gently at Will’s ear.
“You shouldn’t cornobble people who don’t deserve it.”
“If there was ever anyone in the world who deserved a fish to the face, Hannibal, it’s you.”
“That’s not very nice.”
Will could hear his pout and started to smile. “Yeah, yeah.”
For @sirenja-and-the-stag for informing me about the word ‘cornobble’. I am forever grateful.