15 Nov 2018
England, 1811. Social status is everything, and the obsession of every parent is to see their children married well. For twenty-year-old Omega Will Graham, life in a small Hertfordshire market town with his father, adopted mother and four half-sisters is tranquil, if a little dull. Until, that is, a party of strangers arrives in the neighbourhood, sending every mother within five miles into a frenzy of anticipation. For not only are the newcomers Alpha aristocracy, but one among them - Mr Hannibal Lecter - is the owner of the largest estate in Derbyshire... and single. A pity, then, that Will and Hannibal's first meeting is less than auspicious. But sometimes, fate and circumstance have a way of conspiring to bring together even the most stubborn of individuals...
Ethics & Aesthetics, a Regency A/B/O romance.
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20 Nov 2019
"Jack didn't drag me anywhere I didn't want to go. I'm happy to assist with the case, and we've already proven that we can cohabitate without undue distress."
"Yeah, well, I still think it's stupid," Will muttered.
"We do fit the profile," Hannibal said. "A couple from different social strata; recently cohabiting; homosexual. That's not what offends you, is it?" Hannibal added.
(Or: Hannibal and Will have to pretend to be a couple for a case. Everything goes downhill from there.)
- Part 2 of Yet Another Hannigram S1 AU
Everyone sees the world in black and white. When you meet your soulmate, you get your first color. The others come, little by little, as you get to know each other. You can't see the world in color until you can see your soulmate, every piece.
Will Graham meets Hannibal Lecter with a sharp and unexpected flash of red.
- Part 3 of His And Mine Are The Same
Will’s soulmark is inconvenient. It splays across the knuckles of his right hand, a blue-black ink stain. When he walks through a crowd, he has to constantly check his hand to make sure he hasn’t touched anyone. They say you feel it, when you connect, but Will checks anyway. There are a thousand ways to accidentally brush your knuckles against someone, and even Will, as solitary as he is, yearns for the connection the mark promises him. Most days. Some days, he stares at his tinted skin and worries about what kind of person would be matched to a man like him.
- Part 2 of His And Mine Are The Same
The good thing about being bonded was that eventually, your cycles synced up. Heats and ruts could still be triggered by outside circumstances, but generally, both you and your partner suffered together, instead of alone. Will had always been more or less regular, heats coming every three months, give or take a few days. Hannibal was like clockwork, a perfectly scheduled three-day weekend every three months. When they got together, they synchronized almost immediately.
Will was busy, however. He didn’t always remember to track his heat- he had Hannibal for that. He didn’t realize he was late until he came home to a red-eyed Alpha growling at him from the doorway of the kitchen.