Hannibal probably put something like a very mild hallucinogen or top of the line pot in the goddamn muffins to make everyone nice and pliable and unsuspecting. Hannibal would torment Will by bringing in actual vegan dishes that are so good everyone would abandon the sad cold ham sandwiches and taco casseroles. (He probably grew the veggies himself in a special window box with his very own compost. "Oh, what's in it?!" "That's a secret.")
It never fails to make me laugh how the reality of the situation is probably such that Hannibal is like, this elegant, suave, star of the room with the most cantankerous partner of all time on his arm and nobody can see what he gets out of it except that Will can be hot when he's not covered in dog hair or drenched in a gallon of blood and fear sweat and they make the assumption he must be like, dynamite in the sack or have blackmail material on Hannibal or something.
LOLOLOL YES and then anyone who even hints that Hannibal could maybe do better or tries to figure out What Is Up With Will Anyway has their dog disappear or something. And then Hannibal brings over a consoling hot dish. One of the things I loved about Blackbird was Hannibal telling Will how he was lovely and valuable and offering him silk pajamas and so on. (Hannibal probably dresses Will up for the PTA events. Slowly. Calculatedly. Will still has dog hairs all over his pants.)
Fic from the POV of all Abigail's new friends that she meets in college in Italy or wherever who are like, "Please don't take this the wrong way but what the actual fuck is going on with your dads?"
//DIES
YES
"Will's great! He's just....shy." "And rude." "He's not really rude. He's just shy. You know. He's not a....people person, he likes dogs." "Your other dad is such a 'people person,' though!" "Uh, yes! Yes he is."
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Hannibal probably put something like a very mild hallucinogen or top of the line pot in the goddamn muffins to make everyone nice and pliable and unsuspecting. Hannibal would torment Will by bringing in actual vegan dishes that are so good everyone would abandon the sad cold ham sandwiches and taco casseroles. (He probably grew the veggies himself in a special window box with his very own compost. "Oh, what's in it?!" "That's a secret.")
It never fails to make me laugh how the reality of the situation is probably such that Hannibal is like, this elegant, suave, star of the room with the most cantankerous partner of all time on his arm and nobody can see what he gets out of it except that Will can be hot when he's not covered in dog hair or drenched in a gallon of blood and fear sweat and they make the assumption he must be like, dynamite in the sack or have blackmail material on Hannibal or something.
LOLOLOL YES and then anyone who even hints that Hannibal could maybe do better or tries to figure out What Is Up With Will Anyway has their dog disappear or something. And then Hannibal brings over a consoling hot dish. One of the things I loved about Blackbird was Hannibal telling Will how he was lovely and valuable and offering him silk pajamas and so on. (Hannibal probably dresses Will up for the PTA events. Slowly. Calculatedly. Will still has dog hairs all over his pants.)
Fic from the POV of all Abigail's new friends that she meets in college in Italy or wherever who are like, "Please don't take this the wrong way but what the actual fuck is going on with your dads?"
//DIES
YES
"Will's great! He's just....shy." "And rude." "He's not really rude. He's just shy. You know. He's not a....people person, he likes dogs." "Your other dad is such a 'people person,' though!" "Uh, yes! Yes he is."