This chapter is just flashbacks. There is Mpreg here (if you haven't realized by now) but most of it is just fluffy fluff. The calm before the storm yada yada yada. Apologies and enjoy the fluffiness!

pd: smut in here. You can scroll pass it if you don't want to read it.


They were sitting on the dirt, blood soaked, most of it not even their own. Just two young men between the sea of corpses around them. They were both hurt, but not enough to cause them death, just a few more scars to add to their macabre colection on their skin. A light haired soldier with blood on his mouth and armor was stitching his only partner left. They had just met, but as they were the only survivors they had to stick together. Neither of them were complying yet.

"What is your name?" the light haired man asked his patient while closing the wide cut on his cheek.

"Wilhelm" the curly haired man said in a tight voice, holding his pain whiThis le the needle pierced his sking and closed the cut on his cheek. "Wilhelm Grantham. You?"

"Hannibal Lecter. You must know me as the Ripper" oh how proud he was of that title in his youth. Wilhelm, surprisingly, chuckled. Hannibal had never heard a most beautiful sound.

"Then you must know me as Lord Impaler" he said with equal pride, he rai sed his head and their eyes met for the first time. Blue met maroon. The skies met fresh blood.

"I know" he looked at his side, where half of the enemy's army was hanging high on wooden poles, like macabre flags signaling their success in the battle; while the other half laid in pieces on the ground. "I like your work"

"It's my design" he looked proud of his work. No fear in his eyes, like an artist admiring a fine statue. In that moment Hannibal had just met his equal. "Now ours" he smiled, sincere and open.

In that moment Hannibal had just met his soulmate.


Their first time wasn't anything like Hannibal would have planned. Hannibal had sneaked off to Wilhelm's tent back in the training camp again like he did every night to sleep next to his beloved. He would lie down next to him and hug him close to his body, providing the heat the thin blanket couldn't give.
He was surprised when he found his beloved lying down on his front, shaking. And he saw the reason. Wilhelm's back was raw with cuts Hannibal recognized as the ones the whip left.
He knelt next to his face and caressed his curls dampened with sweat. He didn't mind.
"What happened, love?" Wilhelm did a major effort to try and speak over the pain.
"No-nothing." he took a deep breath "I-I got in-in trouble."
"You never get in trouble. Tell me the truth" he demanded. Wilhelm closed his eyes and spoke.
"I didn't do any-anything. I was blamed. The turks just wanted a-a little fun. Knew I-I wouldn't kill them"
Hannibal nodded, hiding his rage under a mask of love.
Hannibal helped him clean his fresh wounds and bandage them. He couldn't hug him like he always did so he lied down on the bed and let Wilhelm crawl on top of him. The skin on skin contact distracting him from the pain on his back. Soon they were kissing, sweet and slow at first but something took possession of Hannibal who deepened the kiss. He could have lost him forever. Sometimes when a boy became the toy for the turks he barely survived. Wilhelm was just lucky.

##smut in here, children ##

Soon their clothing was gone, Hannibal helping his partner out of his pants, and Wilhelm positioned himself on Hannibal's lap. Slowly oh so slowly Hannibal entered Wilhelm, both desperate and needy enough to not bother with much preparation.
Hannibal would thrust up while Wilhelm would bounce down. Hannibal pulled him to lie down on his chest, while he continued to thrust into him, so Wilhelm didn't have to do much effort and open his wounds.
They couldn't be as loud as they wanted. The other boys were sleeping and if they startled the turks they would get in trouble. Moans were shut with kisses, shouts of pleasure replaced by gasps and whispers. When they came Wilhelm let out a silent scream while Hannibal just sighed.

##show's over, kids##

It wasn't perfect. They weren't alone. But they had each other.
Hannibal wouldn't have changed it for the world.


"Marry me" they were lying down nude in Hannibal's bed, years had passed since that first meeting, they had fought, they had loved and they had given up their old blood stained lives so Hannibal could get his throne back since his father died. But Hannibal wanted to rule with Wilhelm by his side.

"What?" Wilhelm tensed and stood up from his place on Hannibal's chest.

"I said marry me" he tried to reach for his lover's face, but Wilhelm flinched away. "I'm asking for your hand in matrimony"

"No" a deep sadness formed in Hannibal's heart, but he found hope in his lover's dubious tone.

"Why not, my love?" he pleaded, cupping Wilhelm's face carefully, trying to meet his eyes. "Tell me"

"We can't. I love you. But we can't. Our past... It will come for us. Soon. All the blood we shed, all of it will come and haunt us. It wil be our fall"

"Then so be it. We will face it all, you and me. Together. We will put whoever tries to defy us on their knees"

"You should marry some royal girl, like Bedelia, she would give you a perfect life, a child, a heir" it hurt deep in his heart to drive his love away from him, even when he could grant him all of those things and more, but it had to be done for his love to find true happiness, he knew he wouldn't find it in a broken monster like himself.

"I don't want her. I don't care about her. I love you, and you alone"

"Hannibal..."

"Wilhelm, please, look at me" blue eyes met maroon, like in that first meeting "I promise you, if you say yes, I will be with you forever. In this life and the next. I promise you a family, if not by blood, then by bonds. If you love me, then trust me" he begged.

"I love you" he kissed him and laid him down on the bed again.

"And? What is your answer, my dearest?" Hannibal whispered against his lips. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes"


"You wedding vows my Lords?" surprisingly their people had no trouble when hearing that their prince was marrying a Lord. Sure, there were some dissapointed ladies, but no one complied against the union. They all gathered at the church where brother Jackson was officiating the ceremony, all very excited to say the least, that their prince had finally found happiness after all his missery. "Lord Wilhelm?" the adressed man cleared his throat and spoke.

"Why think separately of this life and the next..." Wilhelm looked Hannibal in the eye, waiting for him to continue.

"...when one is born from the last" Hannibal pressed his forehead to Wilhelm's.

"Time is always too short for those who need it..." he breathed

"... But for those who love, it lasts forever" Hannibal finished. "I love you forever"

"I love you too"


"I- I'm pr-pregnant" Wilhelm said shaking.

Hannibal passed out.


"Is a rare gift" Wilhelm explained "just few of my family had it" he looked at Hannibal's astonished expression and winced "I will not tell anybody, I swear. Nobody has to know, if you want I can get rid of it, please just say something" he pleaded with tears in his eyes.

"Get rid of it?" Hannibal finally spoke.

"If you want to. I can leave too. I know you wouldn't want to be vinculated with a freak like me" he was silenced by a pair of lips against his own. "What-" he breathed in shock.

"I don't want you to leave, love" he gripped at his waist possessively to prove his point "I don't want to get rid of he or her" Wilhelm's heart fluttered when he noticed Hannibal didn't call their child an it. "Don't you see it, my dearest? You just made me the happiest man on earth for the second time"

Wilhelm didn't left. They made love that night.


"How will we call them?" Hannibal was stroking his swollen belly with adoration when he asked. "I like the name Abigail for a girl"

"Gerard's daughter is called Abigail" he replied. "How about Mischa? Like your sister" Wilhelm knew that Hannibal had lost his sister in one of the battles, being unable to save her since he was in the camps training when the enemies attacked. He never met her, but his husband spoke so much about her that he felf he have know her all his life.

"My love, are you sure?" Wilhelm's heart melted at his husband's happines.

"Yes, darling"

"And if is a boy?" he inquired

"Then it will be Micha"


Alana came out to meet a very distressed Hannibal who has been patiently waiting outside the room where his husband was giving birth to their child. Every single person in the castle could hear the screaming of the prince and were holding their breath waiting for the great anunce. Hannibal winced every time he heard them, never hearing his lover shout like that in pain.
"My prince" Hannibal raised his head from where it was buried between his hands and looked at her. She smiled kindly "Is a boy"
Hannibal fainted again.


"Da-" Hannibal paled.

"WILHELM!" Hannibal shouted in panic.
"What is it, honey?" Wilhelm walked over, taking their son into his arms. Hannibal was, for the first time, wordless. He just looked at the baby. "What is it, Micha?"
"Da-da" the tiny voice tried, followed by a giggle. Wilhelm's heart melted and kissed his son's forehead.
"Micha? You want your dada?" he whispered with tears in his eyes, excited by the moment. He felt Hannibal's eyes on his back.
"Da-da-daaagon" Wilhelm laughed with watery eyes.

Their son's first words. Dragon

When he turned to his husband he sighed when he found him on the floor. Passed out. Again.
This was getting ridiculous.


"Tobias has a present for Micha, my dear" they were celebrating Micha's eight birthday. The boy was growing beautifuly, raised with the best but never spoiled, honest but never rude. Perfect. The entire castle would fall to their knees for him. "But we must go outside" The spouses exchanged a knowingly smile and led their confused son outside to the fields.
They smiled satisfied when the child let out an exagerated gasp and ran to the dark skinned man who was smiling to the child.
There, standing next to Tobias were four beautiful horses.
"A horse" the boy breathed.
"Go pick one, darling" Wilhelm encouraged the child with a little push "it will be yours"
They watched as the boy studied each horse, and finally smiled when he stoped in front of the best they knew their son would pick. It was a black thoroughbred mare and was instantly attached to the boy, who giggled when the horse huffed in his hair.
"How will you call him, son?" Hannibal spoke.
"Chiyoh" The boy spoke "I like Chiyoh"


"Do you think I am a good father?" Hannibal spoke in the dark, hugging his husband's waist from behind, spooning on the bed.

"Are you joking?" Wilhelm turned with a frown. "You are the best parent I have ever have the pleasure to meet. Even more marry. Even more have a child with"
"My father gave me away to the turks when I was only ten. I did think he was a good father then. I don't want to be like him" Hannibal suddenly found himself pinned to the bed by two strong arms.
"Listen to me, Hannibal, you are NOT your father. He should have fought for you, but now I will do it. I will not let anyone nor anything take you or Micha away from me. Do you understand me?" Hannibal nodded. "Good. Now kiss me" he did "Now..." he leaned down and whispered against his ear "...make me yours"
He did.


"Your son will live under my roof"

"One more boy will go to war"

"I will not let you!"

"I can do it"

"This is our design"

"War will come"

"I will die before I ever harm them"

"Save yourself. Kill them all"

"I'm a monster"

"I'm not sure if I can save myself. Maybe that's just fine"

"Your death will put end to my fight"

"Papa!"

"Drink my blood"

"Hannibal!"

"My life is already lost"

"No! Please!"

"I love you"

"Let the games begin"