shopping with hannibal

I heard it was #LadiesofHannibal week, so have some soft Murder Wives in lingerie (they’re both so beautiful and badass and they deserved more screen time and relationship development and I could cry)

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Spacedogs Flower Shop au

Adam works at a flower shop. Nigel wants to buy a bouquet of flowers to impress a girl. Needless to say that as soon as he meets Adam, Nigel soon forget the boquet he would buy for ..? What was the name of the girl?

Adam’s friend, Harlan, is curious to know who is making Adam smile so much lately.

“Here’s your drink, Sir.”
A few slow blinks and Will looks from the newly arrived to-go cup to the server. “I didn’t order this.”
The boy gives Will a wink, saying “It’s from the guy over there in the booth”
Will glances where the retreating server indicated and finds a man with piercing eyes. Turning back to the coffee, he snorts at the message on the cup. Hot indeed… but when Will turns backs to the booth it is empty. Well there is always tomorrow.

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AT LAST! I’ve finished uploading everything to my >> Redubble shop <<, it was exhausting (and my crappy internet didn’t help either). 

I’ll be uploading new art as I do it ^^ I’ll be opening a Society6 one too, so in case you like that one best please wait T3T

If you want some item that it’s not activated or some drawing that is not there please tell me!! I have Sherlock, Gotham, Harry Potter, Hannibal, original art, etc.

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injustspring  asked:

“Oh, God. That’s your “I did something bad” face." Kablam! Okay, Murder Bestie. This is for Hannigram. Take your time. xoxo

Ok, well I’m cheating on this one, I’m combining it with a photo prompt from @victorineb! Ha! Also, I finally wrote that Coffeeshop AU that every fic writer completes eventually, so I’ll tick that off my list. 

As always, thanks to @chronicopheliac for reading this through! 

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         “Ok, so that’s a skinny, 20-ounce, half-caff, mocha macchiato with two pumps sugar-free caramel, and no whip,” Will recited, scribbling on the paper cup with his sharpie. “Can I have a name for the order?”

         “Oh, it’s for daddy.”

         Will looked up, blue eyes wide and brows high.

         “Excuse me?”

         “That coffee is for daddy,” The man before him winked, adjusting his tie. He continued staring into Will’s eyes like a lascivious reptile. Will recoiled.

         “Right, well…that will be waiting for you at the end of the counter,” Will pointed as far away from himself as possible. “Here’s your change.”

         Will reached to offer the man 63 cents only to have his fingers captured by clammy hands.

         “You keep that for yourself, baby. Daddy likes to take care of you.”

         Will was afraid his eyes would fall out of his head if he widened them anymore.

         “Uh…k?” He yanked his hand back harder than strictly necessary, dropping the coins into the tip jar. He watched as the officious little man before him sauntered to the end of the counter and attempted to lean on it seductively.

         Will turned to Beverly, who had stopped cleaning the frother to stare openly at the latest in a parade of creepy customers.

         “Ok,” Will hissed. “That is the sixth daddy I’ve had in a fucking hour. I’ve also gotten five babies, three sweet cheeks and one ten inches of pure pleasure. What the fuck is going on today?”

         Bev bit her lip, gaze dropping to the right. Will’s eyes narrowed, he grabbed her shoulders.

         “Oh, God. That’s your I did something bad face.“ Will shook her when she wouldn’t meet his gaze. “Beverly Lynn Katz you tell me right now why every fucking skeeve who’s walked into this shop has treated me like I have a price tag on my ass.”

         Beverly opened her mouth, paused, scrunched her face and tried again.

         “So…you know it was my turn to write the board today…”

         “Jesus fucking Christ,” Will muttered, releasing Bev and dashing around the counter.

         The short man in the shiny suit stepped in front of him.

         “Hey now, where’s daddy’s macchiato?”

         Will sneered.

         “Baby Bev is going to have to take care of it, I’m on a time out.” Will knocked into the man’s shoulder as he passed him.

         “Quantifiably bitchy,” huffed the man as he brushed off his sleeve.

         Will burst through the door and turned to face the clapboard sign which rested by the sidewalk seating. His mouth fell open, fire licking up his cheeks and to the tips of his ears. 

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It’s been a while since I’ve made a Redbubble post, so here’s an update with some designs that weren’t available last time! The link to my shop is below. Any signal boosting would be <33 

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Will: “Hannibal, you have broken every cup in this house for the sake of a metaphor.”

Hannibal: “Don’t worry Will. I will replace them.”

Will, arms crossed: “Good.”

*Hannibal exits*

*Electric saw in the distance*

Will: “Wha-And I don’t want them carved from human skulls!”

*Sawing sputters out*

Will: “Go to Bed, Bath, and Beyond!”

*irritated cannibal noises*

The Worst

Black coffee.
That was all he was allowed to make.
No cream. No sugar.
And for god’s sake, stay away from the espresso machine.
Bev’s words. Not his.
Drumming his fingers on the countertop out of absolute boredom, waiting for the next surly customer was where he found himself this morning.
Five am was an unholy hour to be awake but Bev, his best friend and his boss, had informed him that too many of their nightly customers were complaining about the quality of their drinks. One old man had even called the Omega ‘cantankerous’. Never had barely been able to say that with a straight face.
He honestly didn’t see what the big deal was, he was perfectly happy living on the instant coffee that was granulated in jars. But some people had to be picky.
The bell over the door ringing causing him to stand up straight and paste of a pitiful fake smile only to slump his shoulders once again when he saw Bev come through the door.
“Mornin’.”, she called out happily, smiling when she saw that he’d put out the muffins and the doughnuts for the rush that was coming.
“At least you didn’t give me the obligation for it to be a good one.” He grumbled out as crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his hip against the counter as he watched her tie on her apron.
He needed this job and Bev knew that and that’s the only reason she kept him here. Not that he hated the work, he really didn’t, he hated the customers. The forced pleasantries grated on his nerves. Having been fired from three jobs this semester alone for his ‘unwillingness to grant superior service’. The exact words of two former employers. He thought they were colluding anyway.
“No one can force you to do anything, and we both know it.” Bev’s response was chipper anyway.
“Says the person who made me be here at dawn.” Grabbing a towel and wiping down an already spotless counter as he grumped.
“Did you drink your own coffee this morning?” Bev asked with the hint of a smile.
“No. I ran out. And the store doesn’t open for another hour.”
“Have a cup, then. Maybe, just maybe, it’ll brighten you up some.” A teasing edge to her voice.
“Fine.” Tossing the towel in the bin and turning to look at the machines with an exasperated sigh.
“Yeah. You need coffee.” She knew that he could be a bear in the mornings and yet, here he stood. At dawn. At work.
He was grumbling so much to himself that he didn’t hear the little bell over the door announce the arrival of a customer until he heard a throaty clearing behind him.
Spinning around, his eyes first landed on the leather gloves braced against the counter top, traveling up to the bright warm eyes of the Alpha looking back at him.
“Can I get you what?” He asked quickly, tongue stumbling over his words, coughing and giving it another go. “What can I get you, sir?” He asked as his eyes danced away.
“Caffè Americano, if you please?” Came a thickly accented response. “Single shot.”
Swallow audibly, his anxiety about the espresso machine overriding any biological response he may have otherwise had. Giving the man an abbreviated nod and turning his back to him once again, calling out with a hiss, “Bev!”
Waiting a beat for her response which never came.
Squaring his shoulders and eyeing the equipment disdainfully before thinking fuck it and proceeding with the man’s order.
The color and aroma were correct as far a he could tell, turning and placing the porcelain cup on the counter with a smile that probably looked more like a grimace as he rung him up.
“Thank you…Will.” The man ducking his head slightly to read his name tag.
“You’re welcome, let me know if you need anything else.” Wiping his hands on his apron and making a beeline for the back as soon as the Alpha turned away.
“Bev! Where are you!?” Calling out lowly just as she was stepping from her office.
“What happened?” A curious expression on her face.
“A customer and a Caffè Americano happened.” He hissed back at her.
Eyes growing wide as she looked at him. “You didn’t break the espresso machine, did you?”
Resting his fists on his hips, nearly snorting. “No! It’s not broken.”
But he was talking to the swinging kitchen door as she already gone out front to check on her machine.
“Uh…Will? Come here.”
His shoulders rounding at her tone, at least he thought he didn’t break it. Pushing open the door only to stop, Bev standing at the counter with a full cup in one hand a business card in the other. “I think this is for you.” Holding out the card between two fingers as she moved to pour out the coffee.
In small copperplate scrawl was written:
“Will,
Your smile goes further than your coffee. If you’re so amendable, I like to enjoy a proper cup with you.
H. Lecter”

Flipping the card over to read Dr. Hannibal Lecter MD PhD. His phone number penned above his name.

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“At least no one’s died from my food preferences.”

“I highly doubt that, my dear…”

*continues to eye Twinkies suspiciously*

Clannibal Sketch Prompt! Grocery Shopping, suggested by licensetocannibalize and gosch-arts. Clarice probably has a secret stash in their pantry full of Sno Balls, Twinkies and Donettes. Hannibal knows of course but chooses to turn a blind eye to keep her happy.