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I have another fic idea - shocker I know.
Omega Will and Alpha Hannibal Lecter have one too many glasses of wine. Will is nearing his heat, and he knows, lord he knows this shouldn& #39;t go any further but Hannibal smells so good, his touch is hot, and he feels /safe/. They don& #39;t -
Omega Will and Alpha Hannibal Lecter have one too many glasses of wine. Will is nearing his heat, and he knows, lord he knows this shouldn& #39;t go any further but Hannibal smells so good, his touch is hot, and he feels /safe/. They don& #39;t -
- bond. Hannibal is aware enough they need to talk more about it first. A few weeks pass by after and Will finds out he& #39;s pregnant, right before figuring out Hannibal is the Ripper. Conflicted, scared, nervous, never the one to talk... he runs away. He makes sure his dogs are -
adopted into loving homes before he goes, keeping only Winston, and sails across the sea. When he finds out he& #39;s having a girl, he reads through what he thinks are a thousand names before one catches his eye. Mischa. He doesn& #39;t know where he knows it from, but he can& #39;t get it -
- out of his head. It& #39;s a beautiful name, and the one he gives the doctors after a day of hard labor. She has a mop of dark curls, and what looks like will morph into Hannibal& #39;s cheekbones after her baby fat is gone. He thinks about going back often, but it& #39;s been too long now-
- and fears the Ripper& #39;s wrath. One night his curiosity gets the best of him and looks through tattlecrime. He sees through Freddie& #39;s photos of the Ripper& #39;s murders that the man is... longing. Asking Will to come home, that he misses him. There& #39;s a tightness in his throat, but-
Mischa& #39;s cries distract him. One night, when a burglar tries to invade his small home, Will kills him with his bare hands savagely. How dare he threaten his baby, /Hannibal& #39;s/ baby. And through this is when he finally sees.
They sail back home. Knock at the door to Hannibal& #39;s-
They sail back home. Knock at the door to Hannibal& #39;s-
- home, as it& #39;s the middle of the night. When Hannibal opens the door his eyes widen in shock at not only the sight of Will but the baby carrier in his hand. Will keeps his eyes downcast, and clears his throat, asking in a whisper if he could come in. Hannibal steps to the side-
- and Will slips past him quickly. He sets Mischa down on the coffee table when she starts to wake and fuss. He picks her up to soothe her as Hannibal comes up behind him. Will looks at him with wet eyes, begging silently for forgiveness, but Hannibal& #39;s eyes are only on Mischa -
- and he asks if he could hold her, his voice barely audible. Will hesitates, but nods, gently passing her over. And Hannibal is gentle, holding her like she& #39;s his most precious possession, a priceless gem, and how /stupid/ Will feels. How blind he was. Mishca settles instantly-
- falling back asleep in Hannibal& #39;s arms, as if knowing just by his scent that Hannibal is her father, despite not being around the entire time she grew in Will& #39;s womb. And Hannibal knows she& #39;s his, just by her sent, as he noses her soft growing curls. He asks for her name, and-
- Will croaks out, "Mischa." Hannibal gasps and has to sit on the couch, eyes wet, legs not being able to bear his weight, and suddenly Will remembers where he first heard the name. He sits with him, legs pressing against one another as they stare at their child for what feels -
- like hours, both crying softly.
Will finally finds his voice and explains what happened. How scared he was for Hannibal to find out.
"I apologize if I did anything to scare you, Will."
Will then tells him about keeping up with Tattlecrime.
"I saw your longing, Hannibal. -
Will finally finds his voice and explains what happened. How scared he was for Hannibal to find out.
"I apologize if I did anything to scare you, Will."
Will then tells him about keeping up with Tattlecrime.
"I saw your longing, Hannibal. -
