Hannibal and child!Will. No underage plz!. I'd love to see some kind of wife husbandry tropes since Hannibal would be amused by Will's ability. Or AU where Hannibal was a lone vampire and one day he decided to raise a child to be his companion and Will was (unfortunately) chosen.
I went with the vampire because I haven't done anything like that before.
~JM
Hannibal's walking along a side street with hands clasped behind his back. He runs his tongue over the razor points of elongated canines as he hums an Aria and he imagines great orchestras in outdoor halls that play during the day. For a brief second, his mind grasps at the idea of actual sunlight. It tries to recall the feeling of it on his skin and days when a hand held his. But it stops almost as quickly as it began. A dull ache, more a gaping hole, forms in his chest.
He shook off the feeling and was about to hum Vivaldi when his ears pick up the sound of splashing water. Hannibal almost ignored it, would have passed by if his hearing had not been so exceptional as to pick out a vaguely familiar sound. There came the sound of a half choked child, spluttering and retching as they struggled to keep their head above water. And it was his curiosity that got the better of him.
Taking long strides, Hannibal came to a halt at the lake's edge. But there was no more sound or signs of distress. Hannibal paced, lip slightly curled in a sneer at the sight of the water. He didn't fear the bite of an alligator or coils of snakes; the water, in this scenario, was his adversary.
But then small ripples came from the other center of the lake and he could clearly see the freshly broken boards of the old dock bobbing along. Leaving shirts and shoes behind, Hannibal entered the water to find a young boy stuck at the bottom, leg caught in part of the dock. He was still trying to claw his way to the surface but he was sluggish now and nearly spent of energy. Hannibal felt the boy's hand grip his tightly as he freed him. Nearly unconscious, the boy managed to wrap his arms around Hannibal's shoulders and let him bring him to the surface.
Hannibal laid the boy on the ground, waiting as he retched. He ran his tongue over his canines again, thinking of his hunger and how he easily could feed. But the boy grabbed his hand weakly. Eyes closed, he mouthed, "Th—thank you."
And Hannibal wrapped his jacket around the trembling frame and picked him up to hold him in his arms as he carried him home.
