In Love and Murder// Hannigram Fanfiction✔

𝕾𝖎𝖝- 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕸𝖎𝖝𝖊𝖉 𝕱𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘

On his drive back to Wolf Trap, Virginia, Will couldn't help but brood over his seemingly growing romantic attraction to Hannibal.

He'd never been attracted to a man before, and he really didn't know what to think.

He could only hope that he wouldn't have to face Hannibal about all of this racing internal dialogue he was making for himself that was quickly getting out of hand. Will started to think about why he may be attracted to the tall, slightly enigmatic man.

Another piece of Will hoped that he would be able to tell Hannibal his true feelings for him. 

•~•~•~

On the other side of town, Hannibal was preparing to make dinner for Jack, Bella and himself. He was using his freshly-harvested meat from his latest artwork/ declaration of love to Will.

Tonight, dinner was 'Coratella con Carciofi', which is purple artichokes with "spring lambs" liver, heart and lungs. He hoped that Jack and Bella would enjoy it, and he had a sneaky suspicion that they would. Jack would always compliment Hannibal whenever he came over for dinner.

Hannibal opened the door with a pleasant smile towards Jack and Bella.

"Come in."

The pair walked through the house into the illustrious dining room where they took their respective seats, leaving the head of the table free for Hannibal to sit at.

He came from the kitchen carrying two plates on one arm, and one in the other. 

"Tonight's dish, Cortella con Carciofi. It is purple artichokes with spring lambs liver, heart and lungs. Enjoy"

Bella smiles as Hannibal places the plate in front of her, he smiles back. As he moves backward, he inhales ever so slightly through his nose, picking up the rotting fish nausea-enducing smell of cancer, buried beneath her fragant, Jar Bolt Of Lightning perfume.

He doesn't think that she noticed, and he didn't want to say anything to her so he decided to cover up what his new-found knowledge.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is your first time dining in my home, isn't it Bella?"

"Yes, this is Dr. Lecter. It looks wonderful. Jack's told me a lot about you and your cooking."

"All good things I hope."

"Of course."

The trio smiled at one another as Hannibal took his place at the head of the table. The illusion of dominance and power over the others at the table was apparent as they all sat and ate in a comfortable silence.

"Dr. Lecter you've outdone yourself this time."

"I don't feel as though I have Jack."

"Oh come on, don't be modest. This is the best meal I've ever had." Bella uttered with a smile as she backed up her husband's opinion.

Hannibal felt the tingle of pride in his fingertips as Jack complimented his cooking.

"Well, as I always say, it is a pleasure to have an old friend for dinner," he raised his glass to make a toast.

"To good friends."

"And good food." Jack added with a grin as the glasses clinked together.

After the toast, Hannibal withdrew the wine glass, gently swirled the crimson red wine around the glass and smelt it delicately before taking a sip and placing the glass back onto its place on the table.

He wondered if Jack knew about the cancer that was eating away at his wife until her more-than-likely death.

•~•~•~

Will awoke at around 4 o'clock in the morning, drenched in his own sweat.

The thin grey t-shirt stuck to his skin like glue, and his dogs looked up at him with whines of concern. His breathing was uneven and he couldn't think properly. 

What had happened in his dream?

An image of the humanoid deer figure from earlier in the day flashed through his mind, one of its hands outstretched to grab Will and take him away to some unknown place.

He still couldn't put his finger on who the figure looked like and he wished he could discuss this reoccurring figure with Hannibal. Will got the strangest feeling creep over him.

Hannibal?

That's who the figure looked like, it dawned on him as he saw the figure's icy blue eyes and slightly sunken facial features shot through his mind.

He couldn't help but wonder why this tormentor looked so much like his friend/ psychiatrist. Maybe it was his doing?

Will didn't want to believe that, so he chose not to. Sometimes it's best to shut out the bad things about someone before you start being unable to stop looking at them in that light.

Selective vision was something everyone had from time to time, and sometimes it was for the worst.