Anonymous asked you: OMG I'm totally in love with your Hannigram ficlets (that's how it's called right?) especially the one with possessive!Han. Can you do some more plz? Or with creepy!Han because Hannibal is the definition of that word. Thank you so much :3
At the sound of knocking, Hannibal opened the door to Will's house to find Alana Bloom staring at him in mild surprise. The door was only opened enough to see her face, and the doctor kept a leg between the door and frame to keep any dogs from running out.
"Good morning, Alana," Hannibal said politely.
"Morning, Hannibal," Bloom replied with a hint of confusion. "I wasn't expecting to see you."
Hannibal pushed the dogs back before he stepped outside, closing the door behind him to the collective whine of the small pack. "I came to check on Will last night. I called and, when he didn't pick up, I became worried."
"Is he alright?"
"As much as can be. I found him wandering the highway in the middle of the night. So, I'm afraid this has been a wasted trip; I gave him something to help him sleep."
She began to say that she could wait inside but Hannibal was staring so intensely that the hairs on the back of her arm rose and a shiver ran down her spine. "You'll call me when he wakes up? I'd really like a chance to talk with him." She asked.
Hannibal smiled and bowed his head. "Of course."
Will was just coming down the stairs as Hannibal came back in. He yawned and rubbed sleep from his eyes as he asked, "Did I miss something?" A fresh love bite peeked from beneath the collar of his undershirt.
"Not at all," Hannibal lied easily. "Come, I've made you breakfast."
