Will watched as Hannibal rearranged his horde and make sure everything was where it should be. It had been days since Will became Hannibal's first living treasure. The dragon made sure Will got enough food to eat, going out each morning before his new pet woke up and catching sheep or cows to bring back. Will never witnessed him preparing the meals, but each one was fully cooked to perfection. Hannibal never ate with him, stating he had already caught his meal. Will was too afraid to ask what his meal consisted of, not wanting to know if it was animal or human.

As he ate, Hannibal would watch him, eyes lingering on his mouth and throat. Absently Will wondered if Hannibal was fattening him up to eat later but discarded the idea. If the dragon wanted to eat him he would have done it already. He was safe from the dragon, for now.

Presently, Hannibal was standing next to a statue, hand on his chin as he considered the right angle to position it. Will continued to watch from his perch, head propped up by his hand. He tried to help earlier, but Hannibal wouldn't have it. He picked Will up and plopped him down on a throne sitting in the middle of the cave and told him to stay.

Will's eyes drooped, and a yawn threatened to sneak past his lips. In the first two days of his new arrangement Will slept soundly. It was only the third night he began to have nightmares. He used to have them when he lived in the village with visions of red and skeletons. While he still had those horrors haunting his mind, he also had dreams of burning. Of all the ways he could die he feared being burned the most. He'd rather be eaten by Hannibal than face the flames.

"What are you thinking about?" the dragon asked, still facing the statue.

"Hmm... About how you should move the statue over by the pillar."

Hannibal looked over at where the marble pillar was before looking back at the statue. "I believe you are correct." And with little effort the dragon picked up the large statue and moved it to its new home. The dragon stepped back and admired the new location and nodded. "Yes, this will work."

The dragon turned to Will and smiled his toothy grin. Will smiled back. He had to admit, the dragon was growing on him.

Hannibal came to stand next to Will's throne, leaning against it as he examined Will. The human shifted under the scrutiny and ran a hand through his hair. "Is there something on me?"

The dragon smiled before shaking his head. "Nothing's wrong, but I want to ask you something."

"Oh?" Will encouraged.

Hannibal continued to stare before bending down to pick up a gem.

"Why were they going to kill you?"

"I..." Will was a little surprised at the question. Hannibal hadn't brought up the subject before, and Will wondered if perhaps he was allowing Will a grace period before bringing up a traumatizing event. Will opened his mouth, but ended up closing it again. "I... I don't want to talk about it."

Hannibal remained silent as he examined the gem in his palm. The torch light reflected off of it and littered the hand with different shades of blue. He hummed as he rolled it around before pocketing it. It was another one of Hannibal's strange habits Will marveled at. The dragon wore elegant clothing, always looking well put together and commanding. The first time they met Hannibal was only wearing trousers, but the next day he wore an entirely black, silky outfit. Will wouldn't admit how beautifully it brought out the man's black scales.

"It might help to talk about it. Don't think I haven't noticed your nightmares." Will looked down in embarrassment but Hannibal made him look back up. "There's nothing wrong with dreams, little human. I always have an ear open should you need it."

Will gulped and nodded. Hannibal released him and turned to his horde again. "Now, where should I put you." He mumbled as he picked up a large mirror. Will couldn't help but shake his head as the dragon continued on with his arranging.

Will didn't like how the dragon watched him as he prepared for bed. It wasn't malicious or devious, it just was completely blank. The red eyes followed him as he removed his clothes and replaced them with sleepwear, followed as he put his day clothes away in a basket dedicated to washing, and finally followed as he made his way to the nest.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about your dreams?" the dragon asked as Will covered himself with furs. Will ignored Hannibal as long as possible, distracting himself by trying to make his spot as comfortable as possible. Feeling he had put it off long enough, Will looked up and smiled.

"I'm sure, Hannibal."

The dragon's mouth twitched at the use of his name, but he continued to frown. Will yawned and curled up in his bedding and hoped Hannibal wouldn't ask anymore. He just didn't want to talk about it and because it was brought up he feared his dreams would be even fresher this time round.

Hannibal soon joined him and pulled him flush to his body. The dragon was unnaturally warm and Will had to squirm to get into a more comfortable position. He listened as Hannibal's breathing calmed and evened out, but he knew he wasn't truly asleep yet. Will didn't mind. He gently traced the scales along his shoulders causing a shiver to run through Hannibal's body. Shortly after, the dragon began to purr.

Will stopped. He didn't know dragons could purr. Then again, this was the only living dragon he had ever met. If anything, Hannibal acted more like a giant cat than a reptile. The purring stopped and Hannibal opened his eyes.

"Why did you stop, human." Hannibal growled. "Continue."

It took all of Will's will power not to burst into laughter and continued to pet the dragon. The purring started up again, and Hannibal relaxed against the smaller body, practically crushing him beneath him. Will let out a light chuckle, accepting his fate as a bed and moved his hand along the scales until he fell asleep.

There was nothing but darkness. Will tried to move, but something was keeping rooted in place. He struggled, he thrashed, but he wouldn't budge. The darkness slowly began to lighten and soon black was replaced by red. Will closed his eyes in terror. He knew what was coming next, but it was in vain. No matter what he did he was forced to watch as bodies upon bodies began to appear. Most of them were men, but soon women and children joined the piles. Will screamed as they got up from their places with each and everyone of them looking at him.

"It's coming." one of them spoke.

"It's coming." said another.

"It's coming." replied a third.

"What's coming?" Will shouted, but none of them heard him. The voices began to rise and rise as they continued to chant: it's coming, it's coming, it's coming.

"What's coming?" Will spun around, looking for answers among the dead. They began to walk closer and closer and one grabbed him by the arm.

"It's coming." it whispered.

"What is?"

"Your doom." a new voice replied. The bodies made way and the priest from the village stood in front of Will. Will tried to shout as he was pulled by hundreds of arms and tied to a stake. The priest held a burning torch in his hand, his head concealed with a hood.

"Please, I did nothing wrong! I didn't do anything!" Will cried as the priest brought the flames closer and closer to the pile beneath Will's feet. He screamed as the brush caught fire and lapped at his feet. He screamed and screamed, but the bodies cheered as he was slowly consumed in red.

A roar broke over the shouts, and Will felt a force push him to the ground. But he continued to scream. He was on fire. He was going to die.

"William, wake up, now!" a voice thundered and Will opened his eyes.

Fire red eyes bore into him and he flinched away. Or, at least he tried to. He was pinned beneath the dragon, Hannibal's clawed hands digging dangerously into his shoulders. With his inability to move so closely related to his dream and the proximity of Hannibal, Will began to scream.

Hannibal immediately released him, and Will curled into a ball.

"Don't hurt me, please! I didn't do anything. I swear I didn't do anything."

"William." the dragon broke through his haze. He laid a cautious hand on his human's lower back and rubbed circles into his skin. Will gasped for air as he tried to calm himself. He was on the verge of tears, but he refused to cry. He's cried enough for one life time. He didn't want to look weak in front of Hannibal.

With one last gulp Will slowly sat up. Hannibal backed away, but he stayed within arms distance. Will opened his mouth to thank him when he shifted his hand and coins began to rattle. He paused.

"This isn't the nest." he croaked.

"No, you began to walk in your sleep." Hannibal confirmed. He tilted his head. "Is that normal?"

Will flinched and looked away. Taking it as a negative, Hannibal continued. "Does this happen often?"

"Sometimes." Will whispered. "But I have it under control."

"Arguable." the dragon said. He sighed before standing and dragged Will with him. Before Will could say otherwise Hannibal flung him over his shoulder.

"Hey!" Will objected, but there was little else he could do. He was tired and embarrassed and all he wanted was a good night's sleep. However, he doubted he would get the latter.

Hannibal brought him back to the nest and set him upright once more. In an instant, Hannibal transformed into his true form and his massive form curled up on the cushions.

"Hannibal what are you―hey!"

Will was cut off as the dragon grasped him by his shirt and plopped him down between his front paws.

"Oi! What are you doing?" Will squeaked. Hannibal ignored him and laid his head down between his paws, trapping Will in a cage of warmth and scales.

"Go back to sleep, pet." Hannibal growled, his voice sending vibrations through Will's body. "We will talk in the morning."

The human gritted his teeth and refused to close his eyes. Hannibal didn't seem to notice; his eyes were shut the moment his ensured Will wouldn't be going anywhere. Will huffed, but he did feel sleepy. He didn't want to dream, didn't want to be revisited by the specters that lived there. Sighing, Will watched as Hannibal breathed, his giant body moving Will with every inhale. He reached up and petted along the scaled neck. On a whim, he scratched where the jaw meets the neck, and Hannibal purred. Will gasped in shock but soon found it soothing. He continued his ministrations until his couldn't hold his hand up any longer.

Hannibal continued to purr, and Will fell into a dreamless sleep.

Honestly, I have no idea where this story is going. Probably just going to be filled with day to day interactions between Will and Dragon!Hannibal. If there is something you would like to see between Hannibal and Will drop me a comment. I'll take it into consideration and maybe write it in :D
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