Hey y'all! Just crossposting the fic I did for
eatdrinkmakemerry here, in case either of them catch your fancy.
ENTREMETS
Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Tags: Post-Canon, Mentions of Murder, Food Porn, Discussion of Cannibalism, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Minor Food Play, Murdy Talk
Summary: Safe in Le Havre nine months after the fall, Will treats Hannibal to a picnic.
Read it on AO3.
NOT ONLY THE SUGAR, BUT THE DAYS
Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo/Gaby Teller
Tags: Fluff
Summary: Illya and Napoleon get a little side-tracked on date night, so Gaby sets them straight.
Read it on AO3.
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ENTREMETS
Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Tags: Post-Canon, Mentions of Murder, Food Porn, Discussion of Cannibalism, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Minor Food Play, Murdy Talk
Summary: Safe in Le Havre nine months after the fall, Will treats Hannibal to a picnic.
“I think I must’ve been about sixteen the last time I did this,” Will grins. When Hannibal arches a curious eyebrow at him, he waves a hand at their surroundings and clarifies, “Lazing around in the woods, passing a bottle of liquor back and forth.”
Hannibal hums his understanding and tilts his face up toward the sun, closing his eyes and basking in the distant warmth. He can feel the heat of Will’s knee where it brushes his arm, too, picked out in stark counterpoint to the crisp air of early spring. “Shame that it’s been so long,” he laments, opening his eyes again when Will nudges his shoulder with the butt of the bottle. “We ought not let decades go by between this time and the next.”
“I could stand to make it a habit,” Will agrees, flashing the sweet, boyish grin that Hannibal favors for its unthinking sincerity. “Provided the company is always this good.”
Read it on AO3.
NOT ONLY THE SUGAR, BUT THE DAYS
Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo/Gaby Teller
Tags: Fluff
Summary: Illya and Napoleon get a little side-tracked on date night, so Gaby sets them straight.
Gaby frowns, “You’re cooking dinner for the cat?”
Napoleon wrinkles his nose. “The quality of the canned food at the grocery left something to be desired.”
Beside him, Illya nods, face somber and aggrieved.
Read it on AO3.