AHHH, THE FAMILY UNIT OF THE GALAXY HAS ARRIVED ON HANNIBAL! AT LAST! NOW H AND W NEED TO GET MARRIED AND BE A REALLY FAMILY WITH ABBY! ANYWAY...HOPE I DON'T SPOIL ANYTHING, CASUE IT'S COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT I MIGHT BE RUINING SOME STUFF FOR YOU GUYS...SORRY!
Father, Papa, Daddy, Sire-by PS
"Just because you killed my dad doesn't mean you have to be him." Abigail's biting remark made Will's face fall, and Hannibal could see the hurt there.
He had seen the confusion and pain on the same face later when he barged into Hannibal's house office and told that he knew that Abigail had killed that boy.
Hannibal had made him change his mind about telling Jack, it would not do to have their new child in prison after all, and Hannibal could see the desire on Will's face, the desire to nurture and protect Abigail, the same desire Hannibal had to protect both his new daughter and Will.
They were both fathers now. They had to start acting like it.
Hannibal could see it over the dinner table, while Freddie Lounds was yapping, the distinguishable fleeting emotions of confusion, realization, fear, on Abigail's face as she understood at last that Will knew her secret, knew that she had killed that boy and that Hannibal had helped.
It was touching, the moment he and Abigail had in the kitchen while Will was shoving Ms. Lounds out the door. He understood her better now, understood the pain she went through, the sort of pain that only a real monster could inflict.
Abigail was not a monster, she was a victim.
And Will has nothing if not a protector of the innocent victim's of the cruel world that Hannibal inhabited.
They would be unstoppable together, they would stop any harm from coming onto their new daughter, and would rise together in the world as a family, if only Will conformed or at least understood their ways.
In fact, Hannibal could see the longing in Will's eyes as he entered the kitchen, obviously jealous of the hug and attention that Abigail was giving the taller man.
He patted the girl's head, "Abigail, Will and I can finish up here, why don't you go and get some rest. Your Daddy and I have to have a quick talk."
She looked up at him with wide blue eyes but nodded, childlike in her terror, her bottom lip quivering as she pulled out of his embrace and shuffled past Will, going out into the living room.
Will raised a brow when the kitchen door swung shut, "Daddy?"
Hannibal nodded slightly, going to pick up the drying towel that Abigail had recently abandoned and resuming the position of wiping down wine glasses, "yes. You are the Daddy and I am the Papa."
Will scoffed and leaned against the wall, his arms folded against his chest, "shouldn't one of us be the Mom?" His eyes were twinkling in mirth at his joke, but Hannibal pretended to think about it.
"I did not think you would appreciate being called 'Mommy,'" he said, glancing down at the glass in his hand.
Will made a sound of protest, "hey! What makes you think I'd be the Mom?!"
Hannibal looked up at him, his eyes smoldering, "don't kid yourself Will, as if you could ever be the more dominant one in our relationship."
A flush spread over those cheeks, his lips parted, "w-what relationship?"
Hannibal set down the towel and glass, "this Will, this. We are both in agreement that we will protect Abigail and be her paternal figures. When two people have guardianship over someone it usually results in some sort of romantic nature between the two parental figures. We are in one such relationship."
Will stared at him, his arms having dropped limply at his sides, "you…we…me…we're nothing like that!"
Hannibal resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "we are everything like that Will. Stop being so ridiculous and come help me put up these dishes."
Will grumbled, but obeyed, moving and weaving alongside Hannibal to put up all of the kitchenware, "you know," the smaller man said after a few minutes of silence, "this all seems very domestic."
Hannibal nodded, "of course. We just had a family dinner with an unwelcome guest, and are now doing the chores that must be done after eating a homemade meal."
Will rolled his eyes at him and swept a stray curl from his eyes, "now who sounds like the mom?"
Hannibal shut on of the cupboards, "I heard that. Now, come along, we can have another glass of wine before retiring to bed."
Will stopped following him and stared, "Hannibal…I have to get home and feed my dogs."
Hannibal sighed, "they should be fine until tomorrow, and besides, we'll most likely end up moving in together sometime, seeing as I don't want to have to split my time with Abigail running back and forth between houses."
Will his a small smile behind his hand, "never. That's never happening."
Hannibal nodded his agreement, "indeed," he poured more wine into both of their remaining glasses, "we should not have to run back and forth so much, it is ridiculous."
Will took the filled cup from him and took a small sip, "I meant the moving in part."
Hannibal sighed once more, this time in bliss of the wine, and glanced at his new family member, "I know what you meant Will."
He ignored the shorter man then in favor of taking his wine and adjourning to the living room. Not surprisingly, Will followed…
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