Hannibal had been surprised when his rival captain had asked permission to board Hannibal’s ship, the Saint Sebastian, several weeks prior. Pirates rarely worked together to achieve a common goal, it simply wasn’t done, too many large egos in one place making it nearly impossible to accomplish anything.
- Part 10 of BellaRai Writes AU_Gust 2020 Prompts
There’s a short moment where the only sound disrupting the relative silence of room number 33 is the clinking and scraping of forks on expensive plates. It should be a relief; Will has never been a very social person, and he lives out in the middle of nowhere for that very reason. However, there’s just something about the man across from him: maybe his lightly accented speech, maybe the way he picks Will apart without making him feel like a lab rat, that makes Will wish he could listen to him speak all day.
“You know, Will.” Lecter’s voice is like an ice pick, breaking through the thin layer of quiet which has solidified over their conversation. “I think Uncle Jack sees you as a fragile little teacup. The finest China used for only special guests.”
Will nearly chokes on his eggs. An alpha? Fragile? What Lecter has just implied, though he’s sure it’s a joke (and a damn good one at that), is hilarious in its absurdity, and yet it has some merit. He takes a moment to laugh after he swallows his food.
“How do you see me?” He asks, uncharacteristically desperate to know.
Lecter stares intently for a moment, considering.
“The mongoose I want under the house when the snakes slither by.”
It all started with a bag.
Well, to be perfectly honest, it started the moment Will first saw him in Jack's office, but for the sake of argument and in the interest of not wasting time, he'll say it started with a bag.
That's not where it ends, of course, but the he's not complaining about the ending, though there were a lot of complaints before that.
In any case, it started with a bag.
Or: the author just really wanted a fic with everything she wanted in it, she couldn't find it and decided FINE I'LL WRITE IT THEN.
Alana Bloom finally has Hannibal Lecter in her custody, far from any legal jurisdiction.
But a monster is on his way, and he’s not going to stop until he’s found what he wants.
Will is the vampire lord and master, and therefore is entitled to a human sacrifice to sate his thirst whenever he desires. His favorite method of drinking is to edge his human pets until just on the cusp of orgasm and then enjoy their delicious, flavorful, hormone-drenched blood before doing it all over again. It's certainly not his fault if some of them break under the pressure; humans are so fragile, after all. It's why they lost the war, and why they owe Will a sacrifice whenever he comes calling.
This time, Verger Village offers Will a freshly-caught selkie to play with, and Will is more than happy to accept. The selkie refuses to acknowledge or speak to Will, but Will doesn't mind - the selkie doesn't need to speak in order for Will to introduce it to its brand new life as Will's pet.
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09 Aug 2020