- Hannibal (TV) (4)
The Killer Coffee shop was where Hannibal went every Thursday afternoon. As he made the trip to Washington weekly for the benefit of an immobile client, he accustomed himself to taking an hour in a windowside seat to savor the taste of his drink and the array of humanity that filtered by.
Today they hurried in and out, desperate to spend as little time as possible in the chill winter air. The sun shone down on them with mocking clarity, casting crisp shadows but bestowing no comfort. Hannibal strolled leisurely along the walk, unmindful of the cold and enjoying the sight-- until something remarkable caught his eye.
It was a man-- one Hannibal hadn’t seen before-- sitting in a windowside booth with his hands clasped tightly around his cup, looking very uncomfortable indeed.
As requested on Tumblr, Hannibal manipulates Will into being his date for the opera.
Or: Hannibal gets what he wants, and then some.
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
27 Jun 2017
From a prompt from Pragnificent.
Prompt: Fire - Will and Hannibal.
Prometheus was the Titan who first gave fire to humanity.
Hannibal had always looked at Will and seen fire. It flashed behind his eyes from the first time Hannibal met him, peeking out between the bars of the terror Will tried to cage it with.
Now he saw Prometheus, too.
"Hush, Will. Hush, my dear boy." Hannibal's hands slid to his jaw and the curve at the base of his skull, holding him there, holding him steady, holding him present.
"Huh... ha... haaa." Will breathed in large open-mouthed puffs of air; it was the only way he could keep his lungs, and his mind, from collapsing. Hannibal's hands were large, gripping tight, molding Will in the shape he wanted. It helped. The vacuum eased a little.
"Deep breaths, Will. You can do this for me." When Will's breathing had deepened sufficiently, Hannibal's thumb rasped across his chin, just shy of his lower lip, and then the hand at his jaw was gone, skimming fingertips down his chest, then his stomach, so Will knew where it was going.
Will has trouble keeping his head in the moment. There's a kink for that.