Folie à Trois: a Will X Hannibal

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Trigger Warning: Suicide

Narrator's POV

Try as he might, Jack was quickly overpowered by the two serial killers.

Just like their fight with the Great Red Dragon in their old timeline, Hannibal and Will were in perfect sync as they restrained the head of the behavioral analysis division of the F.B.I.

Once the elevator stopped, the couple dragged Jack back to his room.

They knew they had limited time frame to get out of the country before Jack's corpse was discovered.

So they needed to be swift in killing said man and displaying him to their design.

The Murder Husbands —as the media loved calling him after Tattlecrime made it popular— spent hours cutting and forming Jack's body into a recreation of blindness.

Like Oedipus, his eyes were gouged, like Caesar, he was stabbed to the point of being gutted.

They crucified him on the bedposts, showing how he never prepared for them.

Will sighed happily as he leaned against the wall, looking at their creation, "This...this is our design."

Hannibal gave him a quick kiss as he finished up the precision of the display.

Both of their bodies were covered in blood —or would be if they weren't wearing their plastic murder suits—, which they quickly disposed of before leaving the hotel.

***

Hours later, Alain Bellamy and Caine Le Blanc arrived in Paris and went towards a specific café in different ways —Alain taking the subway and Caine a cab.

There, they both met with a young mother alone with her two toddlers.

No one paid the three adults any mind, not even giving them a second glance as said toddlers climbed onto the men's laps.

The trio immediately blended into the crowd as they left, no one caring as they traveled away together.

***

Two decades flew by; six of the seven continents homed the Lecter-Grahams —sixty-five out of the hundred and ninety-five countries in those continents if you wanted to get specific.

In that time, Will and Hannibal —now sixty and seventy, respectively— had enjoyed their lives of killing immensely.

But they had recently began noticing things, about Hannibal specifically.

The once exemplar chef was...falling from grace.

More and more things would be burned on the stove or oven, having been forgotten about by the one making them.

Not just in food were things getting forgotten: birthdays, anniversaries and holidays were ignored.

Both of them knew —Hannibal especially after years as a doctor and psychiatrist— that the older man was in the onset of Alzheimer's.

And Hannibal, being the stubborn and prideful man he was, refused to 'waste away' and let the disease conquer him.

Unfortunately, Alzheimer's still had no cure so Will knew exactly how Hannibal intended to defeat the disease: ending it all.

So, one winter afternoon, Will and Hannibal sat together in the library of their current home in Cuba.

Both of them were in a comforting silence but Will eventually spoke, "Hannibal, don't."

"Do what?" The Lithuanian man asked

"I know what you're planning." Will clarified, "I thought you always said 'suicide is the enemy'."

Hannibal gave a small huff of a smile, "My thoughts on the matter have changed a bit over the years, dear Will."

"I know, you better not try and leave without me." Will replied,

In his mind he practically heard Bedelia's voice telling him, "Can't live without him."

Together, they wrote a note to their children, knowing Abigail would be the one to find it.

The near forty year old was the only one to never move away from home, but was currently out hunting.

Mischa and Mariner were abroad, attaining educations to carve out their own paths.

The pair knew their children would grieve but understand why they were doing it.

So once the note was completed and signed by them both —Will emphasizing his full last name—, they placed it someone easily found and walked out towards the sea by their home.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Will gave his husband a sad smile as he took his hand, "Ready for another fall?"

Hannibal returned it, "It might not be as glorious as the last one but it makes do."

Will rested his head on Hannibal's shoulder, his once brunette curls now a light grey, "It's still beautiful either way."

Hannibal kissed his head as Will added, "Do you think we will wake up once more that day where it all began?"

"It matters not, mylimasis." Hannibal replied, hugging Will close, "We fixed our shattered tea cup and collected two more along the way."

Closing their wrinkled eyes, just as they had in another life, they fell from the cliff snd into the unforgiving ocean below.

Whether Will and Hannibal woke up again the day Cassie Boyle's body was discovered or if they massed on didn't matter.

For in a tale passed down the Lecter-Grahams for all eternity, the story of the monster in the person suit who fell in love with the man whose head was filled with monster, they lived on.

That was their design.

The end.