For the True Mates day of @hannigram-a-b-o-library‘s SummertimeSlick event, an Omegaverse re-imagining of Hannibal’s very first episode, Aperitif (part of a series of standalone fics that can be found on AO3).
Will closed his eyes and hoped. This had never worked for him before but short of impaling himself on Jack’s coat rack, he had few other options.
In theory, Will knew all about the Omega imprinting impulse and had always thought it was a damn silly trait. The idea that from one scrap of physical contact, an Omega could identify their ideal mate seemed more like something out of a fairytale than a biology class, despite having heard the tales from Omegas who had experienced it.
One scrap of physical contact like, say, a handshake.
Like the one Will had just exchanged, at Jack’s behest, with Doctor Hannibal Lecter. The one which had caused his body to light up like a Christmas tree, or one of his dogs catching the scent of a rabbit. The one that had told him, in no uncertain terms, that the tall, poised, exquisitely turned-out man in front of him was, biologically speaking, a bullseye. A touchdown. Will Graham’s golden ticket.
Maybe Jack had a particularly sharp letter opener on his desk.
The advantage, of course, of the imprinting process, was that no one else was aware of it. The Omega could keep quiet and go about their business, leaving the Alpha in question none the wiser, at least until they could ascertain compatibility in other areas.
Unfortunately, during their brief conversation, Doctor Lecter had quickly proved himself interesting in more ways than just his pheromones. He had matched Will’s mind thought for thought, easily falling into good-humoured (on Lecter’s side, anyway) conversational sparring. In other circumstances, Will would have been pleasantly surprised to be engaged in such a way. In Jack’s office, with Jack’s scrutinising gaze upon them, Will could only be suspicious.
“Whose profile are you working on?” Without allowing the doctor space to answer, Will turned to Jack and iterated, “Whose profile is he working on?” They were going to get precisely thirty seconds to give what would undoubtedly be an unsatisfactory explanation, then Will was getting the hell out of there.
Hannibal slid smoothly into the proffered space, to answer, “I’m sorry, Will. Observing is what we do. I can’t shut mine off any more than you can shut yours off.”
Will reflected that there was little more annoying than someone who really understood you, except possibly someone who could intrigue you when intrigue was the last thing you wanted.
“You’ve called it Karma. It may be. Yet whatever supernatural force guides our destinies, it has brought us together in some mind-expanding situations. I must believe this invisible hand will pour more chilled Chablis for us in less treacherous, more tranquil times to come. Love, ted”
- A letter from Ted Bundy to Ann Rule written March, 1976
Alexandre Bissonnette pictured arriving at a Quebec City courthouse on February 21, 2017. He
faces six counts of first-degree murder and five counts of attempted murder while using a restricted firearm
in the January 29 mosque shooting
that left six dead and 19 others wounded. Bissonnette’s next court appearance is scheduled for March 30.
a one shot to make up for the lack of ezria in 5x09 :))
As an old movie drawled on, Ezra’s eyelids got heavier and heavier. It wasn’t too late at night, but his doctors had prescribed him new medicine that made him drowsy. He almost fell asleep and he would have if it weren’t for the sudden knock on the door.
Sighing, Ezra got up and answered the door. When he opened it, he saw a teary eyed Aria. She smiled crookedly and whispered, “Hi.”
Honestly, your entire outfit is off-point. How could you show up to a party not wearing stripes on polka dots on skull-print on duct tape on leather? It’s like you don’t even care. And why are your earrings so small?