fromchaostocosmos asked:

sorry to bother, but an omega!will alpha!hanni verse arranged marriage can be historical fantasy like Game of Thrones or modern day whatever you want. also even some talk of having babies please (insert wide puppy eyes here) please and thank you.

No bother at all :) ~JM

Will feels his heart hammer against his chest as he stands in the foyer of the grand house. He bows his head in greeting to his host and looks over to Hannibal—his husband.

"Count Lecter," Will says quietly, nervously. "I want to thank you for inviting me into your home."

"It's Lecter in the States," Hannibal's uncle replies. "And Robert now that you and my wayward nephew have married."

Hannibal steps closer to Will, fills the profiler's senses with his very presence. Will still hasn't gotten used to the doctor's scent, even consummating their arranged marriage hadn't gotten rid of the sensory driven focus Will had for his alpha.

"I'll have you remember it was a marriage you arranged, Uncle." Hannibal gives a small smirk. He eyes go to Will for a brief second, but Robert catches the possessive glint and gives his own small smile.

The pair are dressed almost identical and Will can clearly see where Hannibal had picked up his sense of fashion. Robert Lecter is fixing him with an intense stare, studying the profiler. One pupil is permanently dilated, giving Will that vague impression that his gaze would go to the very heart of him. A shiver creeps down his spine.

"I've given you the east wing," Robert says as he turns his stare to the younger Lecter. "All of your supplies are where you left them. Come down for dinner at six and we can discuss the matter of children.

Will blushes a bright pink on the tips of his ears as Hannibal lays a hand on the small of his back and replies, "Yes, Uncle." He slowly pushes Will toward the stairs.