Title: About The Steaks
Author: CassieRaven (Formerly known as GothicAnn87 and CassandraMalfoy)
Categories: M/M, General, Fluff, Romance, Humor
Rated: M (Mature or R-Rated)
Fandom: Hannibal (Television Series)
Relationship: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter (Hannigram), Other Pairing Ships Mentioned
Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham's Dogs
Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe – Alternate Universe Season One, Season Two, Hannibal is Hannibal, Will is Will, Domestic Living, Domestic Relationship, Happy Couple, Happy Life with a Cannibal, Hannibal is still the Chesapeake Ripper, Will Graham loves his dogs, Buster loves everyone, Winston and Zoe too, Romance, Humor, Fluff, It's So Fluffy! Alana Bloom Bashing!
Disclaimer: I am not in any way affiliated with Hannibal; Hannibal, the television (TV) series was created and developed by Bryan Fuller for NBC, was produced by Bryan Fuller and other producers of the television series. The novel or novels concerning 'Hannibal' like others in its chronicle series ('Silence of the Lambs' and 'Red Dragon') were all written and created by its author and writer Thomas Harris. The characters contained herein are not mine. The only thing I own the rights to or creation is if any of my original characters are in this fan fictional story. No money has ever been profited or made from this fan fiction story. This story is solely for entertainment purposes only. I own nothing! Thus no need for a lawsuit!
Summary: Even on the most commercialized and romantic holiday, Hannibal can't help but question Will about what meat he's working on preparing for dinner.
Author's Notes:
Greetings everyone, readers, and to Fannibals out there. I hope everyone had enjoyed their Valentine's Day on the 14th safely and happily.
This one-shot was written, inspired by a tweet posted fan fiction writing prompt/drabble word wise I saw on Twitter.
This is my Valentine's Day month gift of holiday to everyone in the Fannibal Hannibal Universe.
Warning...This story has some or a bit of interactive dialogue between the main characters that we love (Hannibal/Will) and maybe some non-story information written in how I wrote this one up.
If you as a reader are a very "picky" sort of reader, and if you don't like stories like this, or written this way by some writers in fan fiction stories they write/post like myself, then I politely suggest that you stop reading this now, exit out of this story and don't bother to comment/review on this fanfic.
(I say this after having continued receiving on other fanfiction websites like Fan to receive very "rude" comments/reviews from readers who didn't like reading the last Valentine's story I had posted online, but still read and left unhappy/rude comments complaining about my writing style, and not enjoying said story/stories.)
For those of you who don't have issues or problems, Who are not picky readers, then please continue scrolling down to read. Enjoy!
Prompt/Drabble: Valentine's Day 2022, Valentine's Day, Steaks, Dinner
Ship: Hannibal/Will (Hannigram, Hannibal)
Story Dedicated To: All of my Fannibal friends here on Ao3 and Twitter of the Fannibal Family!
Title: About The Steaks
"William, why did you prepare so many flanks and T-bone steaks? I thought we were having the stuffed hearts w/ leeks and vegetables I'm making tonight?" Hannibal's voice drawled, at the back door of the farmhouse kitchen.
Will paused, finishing the final cuts of flank steak in the pan on his kitchen stove, seeing his cannibal boyfriend/lover who was carrying bags of groceries from his finished farmers market trip. "I know that's what we're having for our special dinner. This isn't for us."
"I see. Then who will be eating all of these stacks of mile-high piled beef steaks on these plates resting after being pan-seared cooked?" Hannibal pressed gently while unbagging his groceries from expensive fabric recycled grocery sack bags on the nearby island counter.
"These are for our kids. I don't just love spoiling them with good cuts of meat from the butcher shops and grocery stores in town for the Christmas or Easter holidays. They get steak for Valentine's Day in their veggie rice mix of dog food. My way of showing I am their Daddy, love." Will smiled with that infamous smile of his and a little shrug.
Hannibal listened, nodding silently as he watched Will precisely cut down each steak into smaller pieces that would be easier for each canine of the Graham pack to eat. He glanced over to the living room where all the dogs sat in their dog beds, wagging tails, drooling tongues.
Winston in the doggy heard sat on the floor by Will's bed, being the most obedient as always.
Ellie, Jack, Max and Harley were all drooling together from their beds, trying to follow Winston's lead of "being good boys and girls". However, Buster and Zoe looked to be the most excited of the bunch, the two mischief-makers both slowly creeping into the open kitchen to watch their Daddy cutting and preparing their soon-to-be steak dinner.
"It seems our smallest children are on a mission to see if you drop anything" mused Hannibal chuckling, watching his two favorites of their children starting their mission impossible plan in action.
"Of course they are. It's not their first time planning a canine mission trip to the kitchen. Zoe, Buster…no-no. You two know better than to beg. Go back to your beds or sit by Hannibal to keep you company. Your dinners will be ready in a few minutes once I chop and mix it all." Will tsked to them with his stern Daddy voice the dogs knew too well, not turning around from his work at the counter.
Hannibal couldn't help but smile as the two dogs huffed, sighed, and grumbled unhappily, dragging their feet back to the living room. Zoe huffing defeated, while Buster paused, then moving over to where his meatball sausage future Papa was. Maybe he'd give him a treat.
"Buster, it would be impolite if I gave only you a snack from the gift jar of homemade baked dog biscuits I made for the holiday for you and your siblings. You can wait for your Daddy to give you dinner soon. Why don't I scratch your belly, Will that do?" Hannibal asked his favorite canine mischief-maker.
Buster seemed to agree to the deal, moving closer to Hannibal, rolling to his back on the kitchen tile floor for the man to scratch and rub his little potbelly.
"You just love spoiling him out of all my kids." Will grinned, watching.
"Of course. Buster is my favorite…shh. Don't let the others know. Especially Winston. The farmers market, despite being busy, had everything I needed for the hearts resting in your fridge freezer. Procuring them the other night took some time." Hannibal replied, scratching Buster continuingly.
"That's fine. Who did you harvest and hunt them from?" Will asked curious, as he kept chopping steaks into finer pieces with his meat knife on the cutting board on his side stove counter. "That rude man who had blown smoke in your and Beverly's faces last weekend."
"You mean that jerk who kept smoking inside the bbq joint we were at with her, Margot, Jimmy, and Brian? That kept hitting rudely on Bev even after seeing Margot tightening her protective grip onto her shoulder?" Will asked, looking tense for a minute, remembering that night.
"Yes, the same pig. I went back to that barbecue restaurant on my lunch break from work. The staff gave me information about who that man was, and it wasn't hard to find him later at the bar next store to their establishment. Easy to take care of. Hannibal assured Will who relaxed then.
"Good. I'm glad you dealt with him because Margot and I had been planning to stalk, hunt and gut the bastard ourselves. Guess I'll have to call and tell Margot to stop that order on supplies we would need to take care of him." Will shrugged, continuing to cut steak.
"I'm sure there will be other times for Margot to defend Beverly's virtue from rude gentleman pigs, my love. I think introducing them together to another on that blind date we set them on was wise. I don't think Alana would have found Beverly interesting as Margot did." Hannibal mused, continuing to pet the drool-happy Buster's belly.
"Maybe. Alana's still bitter that we're together. She doesn't join me, Bev, Jimmy, and Brian anymore for lunch in the staff dining cafeteria room. She's still pissed you claimed me already at your dinner party." Will smirked, feeling very much amused and no personal guilt that his colleague and former friend was still greatly upset about his contentful relationship with her former mentor, and colleague in the psychiatric field.
"Really? Well, how rude of her to no longer want to join you with our science colleagues we see as friends for luncheon meals anymore. Maybe it's for the best then. I rather personally believe darling, that she was more upset that I wasn't interested in her as she was me w/ romantic attempts trying to seduce me. At least until she saw you being invited to my dinner party at my home, sitting at my side as my special guest when I announced to the table you were my partner. I think it was then at that exact moment that evening Alana finally had taken the hint…that I was already taken and very interested in having you as my equal, and partner. Not her." Hannibal agreed, quietly then remembering in his memory place of that exact moment that night at that specific dinner party.
How Alana had looked completely broken, embarrassed, angry with envy, and defeat with how close Hannibal had Will by his side, holding his hand, kissing him in front of all of their happily and supportive guests and friends…all except Alana herself. He remembered how she tried taking him aside after the main dinner course, before the dessert course, to talk privately in the kitchen. How she hissed angrily at him, asking in disbelief 'Why him?! He's your patient! Why Will of all the men or women you could have wanted, why him? Why a broken man who had nothing but problems in his messed up mind? Why settle for something broken and needed to be fixed instead of someone like herself, who wasn't broken and was all he could want in a person to be his equal?'
Alana refused to listen to his words of explaining why he chose Will, who was more than a broken or mentally unrepaired man as she or Jack, or others saw him be. Instead, he allowed her to hiss, snap, give him an icy cold look as she had been betrayed by him. Hannibal had watched Alana put on a fake friendly but frosted smile on her face, as she politely wished him goodnight leaving the kitchen, saying goodbye to Jack, his wife, the science trio, and then finally, coldly to Will, looking at him like she wanted to scold and scream at him. But she didn't, instead, Alana said goodbye tightly to Will before she exited Hannibal's home, going to her car despite having had one or two glasses earlier that evening of Hannibal's homemade brewed beer.
It was a relief for him and Will both that she had left, without causing a public scene in front of them, in front of everyone, or making a rude spectacle of herself.
"Yeah, not my fault you were wooing me with breakfast at our first crime road trip together at that motel months ago. She can be miserable and bitter for all I care. How long will the heart take?" Will snorted, remembering everything of that one night, before immediately changing the subject.
"At least 30 minutes in the oven after I prepare them and preheat the oven," Hannibal answered, showing his teeth perfect fangs smiling lovingly at Will.
The End
Author's Ending Notes:
Story completed. I hope everyone enjoyed reading this Valentine's Day one-shot. Comments, Reviews, Likes are always loved, appreciated.
(Note, with how FFN in editing file stories doesn't let paragraphs be naturally spaced out single or double spaced properly on their site, despite it being doubled spaced on my writing document file, I cannot do anything about the text bodies of paragraphs being non-singled or double-spaced on their end. Sorry.)
