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Will was always a fighter

Will had his first heat when he was six. He didn't share a heat until he was nineteen. He didn't get a real knot until he was twenty. And all along the way he was kicking and screaming and Hannibal, his daddy through adoption, was there kissing his forehead and trying his best.

Features, sad backstory, Adam/Will, Duncan/Hannibal, Nigel Hannibal (implied), and Will/Duncan.

“Hi, I need my daddy” said the little boy as he tried to peek over the tall desk of the nurses station.

“Hm? What did… Hi sweetheart, what’re you doing here? Are you lost?” Said the nurse as she quickly rounded the desk to kneel down next to the small boy who was pushing up his thick framed glasses, paper held tightly to his chest.

“I need to see my daddy. He said he’s here today. ‘M Willy Lecter.” Said the little boy, Willy. His daddy said he was gonna be doing surgery today and that meant he was on one of the top floors.

“Oh! My goodness you’ve grown so much! I’ll make sure Dr. Lecter knows you’re here. Are you okay? Do you need help?” The nurse said as she calmed down. Dr. Lecter had been chatting with the nurses earlier in the day. She’d only seen Will when Hannibal had brought him from the pediatric unit before he could even walk.

“My teacher gave me this paper and said I need to be with my daddy. Mr. Garret drove me here.” Will said and pushed his heavy glasses back up his nose and looked around, looking at faces trying to see if anyone was his daddy.

“Alrighty Will, why don’t you come sit over here, yeah you can hang out with us for a while until your dad’s done. Can I see that paper so I know what to tell Daddy?” The nurse asked and ushered the boy to sit down in one of the few empty chairs as she dragged it over to sit beside her own, the little boy holding onto one arm tightly.

“Um… I don’t think so. I think it’s just for daddy.” Willy said as he kept the paper held tightly against his chest.

“That’s alright, we can just say that as soon as he can, to have Dr. Lecter come see you.” The nurse said and waited for confirmation from the little boy who had caught the attention of a few other nurses, and a secretary.

“Okay” Willy said and swung his feet as an older lady came over to bend down next to him.

“Put your stuff right there and why don’t we get you a juice box and some cookies, you like cookies Willy?” The first nurse asked as the other handed Willy a lollipod and took his backpack and set it behind him out of the way.

“Yes ma’am! I like ones with candy in them!” Willy said with a big bright smile.

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“Loraine? Loraine, where’s Will? Is he…” Hannibal said as he searched the nurses station looking for the nurse who had said his son was there.

“Sh!” Came from a few of the older women working as he came closer to where the little boy was curled up sleeping under his bear print blanket in the lap of his dear friend and nurse.

Hannibal let out a sigh of relief and looked at his boy, sleepy and a bit too pink in the face. Probably got another fever. Will was a fever baby, often caused by stress or simple nightmares or even just him being overly excited for a long time. Maybe they got to read a book about dogs during story hour.

“We gave him some juice and a pack of cookies and he needed a nap. He’s got a paper for you.” Loraine explained quietly as Hannibal leaned down to gently run his fingers through Will's slightly damp hair, it was soft and fluffy. He always liked to keep Will’s beautiful curls healthy and clean.

“Hannibal, he’s barely six and he smells like heat. Now I know it’s over stepping but I emailed to see if Adaleia Hospital is taking emergency peds. They are and they have several rooms available.” The nurse, Lorraine, whispered lowly to the doctor. The little boy had been fidgeting, wiggling, unable to even begin to comprehend what the word heat even implied. He’d smelled like warm laundry and baby powder, like a fresh baby, like a scent that either came from a fresh baby or an omega begging for one.

“Thank you Loraine. I’d rather keep him in house though. I’ll call Alana and see if she’s in.” Hannibal said shortly, Lorraine had a habit of meddling but it was always in a caring way. He gave the nurse a courteous smile and looked back down at his son.

“Willy?” Hannibal said and knelt down on one knee and gently let his fingers rub across Will’s damp forehead, around his closed eyes, and to rest on his flushed plump little cheek.

“Daddy?” The little boy said in a slurry sleepy voice, he blinked a bit and then sniffled, tears welling in his eyes already.

“Hello darling, how do you feel?” Hannibal asked as Will reached out and pulled himself into his daddy’s welcoming arms.

“My insides are itchy and I wanna bottle” Will whimpered and tears started to slide down his cheeks, breaking Hannibal’s heart. He cradled the boy, Will was still small enough to cradle, Hannibal convinced himself Will would always be this tiny.

“I know my sweet, I know. We need to go to see Doctor Bloom, you remember Doctor Bloom?” Hannibal asked and rubbed Will’s back comfortingly as the little boy let out sad little sniffles and hiccups.

“Mhm, my tummy hurts daddy and my teacher gave this to me to give to you.” Will sniffled out and pushed the paper into Hannibal’s hands.

‘ Notice of Alarming Behavior’

“Everything’s gonna be okay, Willy. Daddy’s right here. Daddy loves you, remember? Daddy loves you so much.” Hannibal whispered as he crumpled and tossed the paper in the trash and carried Will with him through the doors to the pediatric wing.

-0-0-0-0-

“Alright,I’ll get you set in a room. They’re usually empty, thank god, so they’re nice and sterile and quiet. You know what to do Hannibal, skin contact, I’ll get some loaner bottles and medicated lactaid, he really shouldn’t have dairy, it messes with slick production in peds, and the cupboards are free range. You’ll need to nest him, don’t bother bathing yet, we need to run a lot of tests on him… Yeah I’ll get him something for the nerves.” Alana explained as she walked the doctor who was pulling his scrub cap off his head, hair in a tousled mess. He listened intently but couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten.

Hannibal was never supposed to have a pup. Not after being so neglected by his own parents, he wasn’t made for it, he’d told himself. Not after Mischa, his failure to protect her. He was a beta, bound to marry and have a surrogate child.

But… oh when he saw little Will being rushed into the emergency hospital they’d set up in Louisiana, after he’d been pulled from the wreckage of his washed away home, after the largest flood the state had ever seen. Hannibal had come down in part of the emergency response. He’d been doing rushed surgeries, pulling railroad spikes and spires of wood from people, sewing people up, and taking care of severe bone breaks.

It was getting slow. It had been days since the flood water receded, people were still being pulled from the more rural houses, houses that were more mud than space. He was sitting with a few children, those whose parents were getting patched up and being given information on temporary housing.

The doors had burst open.

Will was only a baby then. Barely a year old. Sixteen pounds, three ounces. Alive but not crying. He looked like he was sleeping. Hair all matted, nails long and jagged, and he had terrible bruising all over him, new and old.

William Henry Graham wasn’t leaving that hospital with anyone other than Hannibal. They had pulled his father from wreckage a day prior but when they’d learned there was supposedly a child whose mother had died during birth they’d gone back. In an old bassinet made from metal, under an ironing board, laid a perfect little baby boy coated in mud, wearing only a toddler’s t-shirt and a pinned diaper.

Hannibal had fallen in love with him from the moment he set eyes on the baby. He was just a cute little thing. Hannibal was the only beta in the team, so he was put on baby duty over the orphan.

Now Willy had been living with him for five years, life full of snuggles and kisses and healthy eating and going to kindergarten and begging his daddy for a puppy dog.

Now it was all falling apart, at least that’s how it felt to Hannibal as he held his unsettled, angry, uncomfortable son against his chest, rubbing his sweaty back in an attempt to calm him.

“Will they’re just gonna ask you some questions, you don’t have to move.” Hannibal tried to explain as the little boy wiggled and kicked in his arms, Will was always a fighter.

“Daddy, stupid shirt!” Will yelled out and pulled at Hannibal’s undershirt and tugging angrily at the offensive white fabric.

“Of course little one, I know. I know my sprout.” Hannibal said and pulled the boy back to sit up on his own, giving just enough room for Hannibal to pull the cotton white t-shirt off and set to the side of the sloppy nest. Hannibal was never very good at nesting, never came to him naturally.

Will made a happy little noise, he trilled mostly. He didn’t laugh, he very very rarely laughed, but he made happy little shaky lovey noises. The little boy wiggled closer and snuggled into his daddy’s comforting warmth.

Will was naked down to just his dinosaur print pull up and his little blue socks with trucks on them, so the skin to skin felt like balm to him, calming, he quit kicking and flailing and laid still.

Will just smiled and nuzzled into Hannibal’s bare smooth chest. The man had fallen into a habit of shaving before a big stressful surgery. Face, armpits, arms, chest, face, all smooth. Something oddly calming about feeling so clean .

“Are you going to be good and answer some questions?” Hannibal asked when he felt his boy calm all the way down.

“Mhm, I’ll be good, daddy.” Will answered and looked over at the few nurses and nursing students, all holding clipboards and notepads.

“William, does your back hurt?” The nurse asked and the questioning began….

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School was just not in William Henry Graham- Lecter’s cards. After being discharged from the hospital and being documented for future studies, he returned home with a strict schedule. Hormone injections in the morning, pills with breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and of course he’d need to be supervised at night for the first two months.

Work was no longer in Hannibal Lecter’s cards. He took a leave of absence for a year…which turned into an indefinite leave… which turned into a retirement after not returning for more than a consultation for seven years.

They lived happily though. Hannibal hated the idea of Will becoming a lonely hermit. Four different tutors, often trips to the dog park once he’d gotten Will a small beagle, trips to the public library much to Hannibal’s dismay, and of course wherever Hannibal went Will was reading a mystery book or daydreaming nearby.

Will was a good kid. He liked climbing trees and playing in the mud and coloring and sitting on the floor playing with his little beagle, Beskytte. He liked to read books and do puzzles and he liked to chew on bottle nibs and had a terrible habit of chewing on anything and everything no matter what.

Hannibal loved his son more than anything else in the world. No matter how many specialists they fly out to or how many times Will screams and hits and says he hates Hannibal and wishes they were both dead. He loves Will so much, and each day he watches Will grow more and more into a bright and helpful young man.

Hannibal only ever wants the very tip top best for Will too, he wants to buy him designer clothes and the best of technology and toys.

However, Willy Lecter is a simple boy. He likes flannel button ups and jeans and little velcro sneakers, he likes coloring books and puzzle books and gameboys and pokemon cards, and he likes lego bricks and little crafts. So that’s the way they lived. Happy quiet life together.

Well mostly quiet.

-0-0-0-

“Daddy? What’s that? Looks friggin weird.” Will asked as he made his way into the nest room. He was hunched over a bit and rubbing at his cramping stomach. This heat was a little different than usual, more crampy and he was having horrible migraines.

Sitting on his rolling stool beside the bed Hannibal was hitting buttons on a small laptop looking thing with a tri-ended wand on the end.

“It’s an ultrasound machine. It’s a pediatric design, but it’ll work well into your adulthood too. I bought the sweet smelling jelly too. I know you liked that stuff.” Hannibal explained as Will climbed onto the bed to lay down, the nest had been widened a bit so it wasn’t as snug around him. The twelve year old boy looked over at the screen, it looked like the screen at the doctor’s office, and smiled.

“Oh! Awesome. No more cold tables and stirrups and stuff then?” Will asked and felt himself calming down. Ever since he started slicking a few months ago they started to make Will go to the ‘big kid’ doctor as Hannibal liked to say. Stirrups, having to strip down and spread himself for doctors, cold tables, all sorts of terribly scary things. Will hated it, and Hannibal hated seeing Will so, so, distressed.

“No my dear, I had to change one of your outlets though so unfortunately you have to move your gameboy changer.” Hannibal said with a smile as he pulled on his black nitrile gloves, Hannibal didn’t much like latex. Will pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and pushed his little brown tie shorts down a bit to expose his lower belly.

“That’s alright daddy, I’ll charge it in the library.” Will said and snuggled into the bed, it was warm, Hannibal must’ve turned on the heating pad.

“Good, now then. It’s gonna be cold.” Hannibal warned as he brought up the bottle of sweetly scented jelly.

-0-0-0-

“Fuckers! Ow! Daddy what the- why did you do that?” Will asked as he drew his knees back up from where he had kicked them out, hitting Hannibal in the chest, causing the man to slide back a bit on the rolling chair.

He pulled his feet to cover where Hannibal had just pressed a finger into his body. He’d been touched like many times before, fingers, ultrasounds, speculums, sensors, all sorts. But he didn’t expect… he didn’t see it coming. Hannibal usually used other tools. He’s never so… hands on . It was a shock.

He immediately started trying to apologize, leaning up to make sure his daddy was okay.

“I’m sorry daddy! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to kick you!” Will said and laid back down as Hannibal shushed him calmingly and shook his hands in a ‘ never mind’ way.

“Will, that did not hurt me and it did not hurt you. Yes it was cold and yes my fingers are a bit larger than Dr Blooms but you know we do not curse like that in this house.” Hannibal said and wagged his finger in the air. Will was becoming a bit of a potty mouth and he was not having it. Cursing was such an ugly way to communicate. And Hannibal found the cursing far more concerning than being kicked. Though he did note that Will had kicked quite strongly… Good, strong boy.

Will groaned and let his legs spread and Hannibal waited a moment and replaced his finger again, just one all the way to the knuckle.

“Hng, daddy I’m sorry but… can’t you use the wand thing? Why your fingers? I don’t like that.” Will complained as he felt the large finger twist inside him, touching his itchy places and making him feel like arching and whining… but he couldn’t do that in front of his dad. That's friggin 'weird even if he is a doctor.

“Because dear the wand cannot feel what my fingers can now, what do you need for us to keep going?” Hannibal asked patiently. He hated to rush Will, especially in heats.

Will made a face and looked away, off to the side where a little stuffed dog sat on the edge of the nest.

“Just… don’t look at me.” Will mumbled and grabbed the toy and held it to cover his face, the soft expensive plush feeling extra amazing against his bare chest and neck.

“Of course dear” Hannibal said dotingly as he got back to trying to find what the node he saw on the ultrasound was…

-0-0-0-0-

“Daddy?” Fell from the young man’s lips as he floated from room to room in search of his daddy, his protector, his everything.

“Papa? Daddy, where are you?” Will asked again not knowing it was no louder than a light speaking voice. His heat riddled brain aws feeling all scrambled. He’d been unable to take his heat closer on account he had slick nodes, which only got worse with closer but would sort themselves out through heat.

“Will? I’m in here, pup. Finishing some paperwork.” Hannibal said as he heard Will wondering room to room. Will always stomped a bit when he was in heat, uncaring how loud he walked.

Will walked into the doorway, eyes round and sparkling and blown black, his chest was bare and blushing, nipples pointed, his light blue boxers darkened from slick and his cock hard pushing the fabric forward. Looking like the sweetest little omega on the face of the earth. It broke Hannibal’s heart, Will’s just a baby.

“Daddy?” Will cocked his head and stood there. His brain felt a bit more like cotton candy, fluffy and light and confused.

“Oh, poor puppy. Is your heat making you feel a bit light?” Hannibal said in a thickly pitying way and rolled his chair back and opened his arms. Will was a snuggly thing during his heats, always wanting to be held close. Well actually Will was always a snuggly thing.

Will walked forward, his scent sweet and rich. Something that made Hannibal’s heart feel full. The scent like pecan praline coffee cake, sweet and warm a bit like chopped green wood.

“Daddy, I feel so empty. I want more, give me more papa.” Will said in a low tone, voice cracking, and instead of his usual sitting sideways on Hannibal’s lap, he crawled up into Hannibal’s chair to straddle him.

Will shoved his face into the older man’s neck, rubbing his crotch against Hannibal’s waist. Will sniffed and Hannibal could feel his quivering lip against his neck.

Hannibal hugged him and rubbed his back. Feeling his boys little sniffly breaths and rubbing up and down on his heated skin.

“I know puppy. You’re getting to be such a big boy.” Hannibal whispered and Will whimpered and shoved his crotch harder against Hannibal’s hips. Hannibal rubbed his back and kissed his sweat damp forehead.

“Please daddy, please, please” Will begged and pulled his head back to look into Hannibal’s calm eyes.

Will had tears rolling down his cheeks and his bottom lip was shaking where it was poked out. Always with the pout and puppy eyes.

“Sh sh sh, here move like this. Let me finish this last paper and then we can get you set up on a big boy helper okay?” Hannibal explained and moved Will's legs so he straddles only one thigh and could rut much better and get enough stimuli. Hannibal knew you weren’t supposed to encourage rutting in omegas but Will was always an exception.

Will hadn’t ever used anything other than a small rubbing matt, a silicone pad that had ridges and bumps to rub his hole against. Hannibal hated the idea of… Will being penetrated. Being used like some sex object. But he was old enough, and he was big enough, and he asked.

“Okay, okay, I’m okay, I’m all itchy daddy, so itchy for it.” Will whimpered and shoved his face into Hannibal’s neck and grabbed onto the dress shirt's chest. He started an unsteady nearly frantic pace of pressing his butt against Hannibal’s thigh and thrusting his cock forward into his hip.

“Good, try and find a good spot. Easy, back and forth, easy.” Hannibal guided him and placed a hand on his lower back to start a steady pace of back and forth. More of a rub than a rut.

Will was whimpering and huffing, hands squeezing at Hannibal’s shirt and thighs trembling around Hannibal’s thigh.

Once Hannibal had sighed the bottom of the papers he leaned back and rubbed both hands up and down Will’s tense back.

“My big strong boy, my precious little pup, Will how are you doing?” Hannibal asked quietly. Will hiccuped and sobbed and shook his head, hands coming up to rub at his face.

“Terrible! I want I want- I’m leaky” Will said, the last word laced in shame.

“I know my sweet. We’re gonna have to move somewhere so you can use your helper. Where do you wanna go?” Hannibal asked and pulled the sobbing boy into a hug.

“Bathroom” Will said quietly and wrapped his arms around Hannibal’s neck and squeezed his knees together, crushing Hannibal’s thigh between them. Hannibal gave him one more big squeeze and pushed Will to sit up on his own.

“Okay darling, I need you to go get some pillows and blankets and put them in the bathroom while I get you your big boy helper alright? Do this for papa.” Hannibal ordered and Will sniffed and nodded.

“Okay daddy, I’ll… I’ll be waiting, okay? Am I okay?” Will asked and stood up, standing in front of Hannibal. His underwear was drenched, his body was feverishly hot, his face was a mess, and his body so little and plump still. Poor baby, sickeningly wrong.

“You’re going to be perfectly alright, my dear sweet Will. Daddy’s gonna make sure of it. Now, run along. I'll be in shortly.” Hannibal directed and watched Will stumble a bit before hurriedly heading down the hall to his bathroom to nest in the tub.

-0-0-0-0-

Will was getting so pretty. Not very tall but tall enough. His hair was getting longer, curls wild and unkept. He never liked brushing his hair anyway.

His eyes grew better, still needing assistance of glasses, but he no longer needed quite a strong prescription.

He liked being outside still and he liked climbing in the trees behind the house. His muscles filled out and grew strong.

Will was going to be fifteen come June, and he was growing to be a smart and mature young man. Braces pulling his teeth and lessons in shaving and personal hygiene being followed to the T.

Will Graham was going to go to public school.

-0-

“Daddy I’m so excited! I’m gonna join the scholar bowl team and I’m gonna get to meet so many people. Do you think I’ll make friends? You’re my best friend but do you think I’ll have other friends?” Will asked excitedly as he wiggled around the passenger seat of the Bentley. They were going “school shopping like normal people” as Will had put it. Hannibal hated going to big chain stores. But whatever Will wanted he got.

“I’m sure you will. You’re a very nice young man. Just try and do your best and if you get too overwhelmed just call me or go to the nurse and take your medicine.” Hannibal reminded him. He’d never been so stressed out in his life.

Finding a school, getting told no, finding another school, being told no, being persuaded to let Will go to not even the best public school in the area, background checks on teachers, school website, facebook page, PTA backgrounds, offered extracurriculars, tours, enrollment, councilor meetings, nurse meetings, more paperwork, more tours, schedules, more paperwork, meeting the teachers, schedule changes, meet the teachers, more paperwork, and now shopping with a copy of the dress code…

Hannibal was on the brink of falling back into his… childish primal hobbies. He’d given up hunting long pig after gaining Will into his life. Mostly because he had no time but also because Will was so perfect and fragile, a touch of something so filthy as the pigs being hunted, even cooked into something beautiful, it would never come near Will.

“Okay, I wanna go by myself. If I need help I’ll come back to get you or call you.” Will said as he made sure he had his cell, his list, and checked himself in the mirror.

“Are you sure, Will?” Hannibal asked as he looked around at all the other people walking to and from the department store. Poor Will didn’t usually do well in large crowded areas and he was terrible at making decisions what if got overwhelmed with the selection or got confused where to go or what if he tripped and got hurt-

“Yes daddy, thank you, I love you” Will said and took the heavy metal black card from Hannibal’s fingers as he laid a kiss on Hannibal’s cheek. Hannibal swallowed and put on a calm smile and waved his hand as Will hopped out of the car and practically skipped to the doors.

“Be safe my lamb” Hannibal said and laid his head on the steering wheel. Babies were so much easier…

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“Oh hey, don’t get that one. You can’t wash it, it like totally falls apart.” Said a girl's voice behind Will who whipped around, blue backpack still in his hands.

She was taller than him, black hair pulled into a messy bun on her head, wearing a pair of tight fitting black jeans, a maroon and white striped polo shirt, a million different bracelets, black platform boots, and had black makeup smeared around her eyes. ‘ Super cool’ Will thought.

“Oh uh, okay. I’ve never gotten a backpack before, I don't really know what I’m doing.” Will said and gave her a nervous smile, looking back at the wall of all different backpacks. He saw a blue one and had just picked it, assuming all backpacks were the same.

“How have you never gotten a backpack? Where are you enrolled?” The girl asked, crossing her arms and looking at Will in a scrutinizing way.

“Oh I’ve been homeschooled since kindergarten. I’m gonna go to Patterson, I’m a freshman this year.” Will explained and kept his eyes away from the girl’s. Eyes always made him feel… uneasy. Especially with strangers even if it was a cool girl his age.

“Oh no way! Me too! I’ve been going to Patterson for my whole life. I’m Beverly.” The girl said excitedly and stuck out her hand, smile plastered to her face.

“Oh nice to meet you in Will… Graham. Will Graham.” Will said, using his birth name was becoming a new thing. Will Lecter was a kid, Will Graham is a man. At least what he tells himself. Plus daddy already said they hyphenated his name so he could use either last name.

“Well nice to meet you too Will, now put that down, come get one of these, I had one for like eight years and I had to get rid of it because it got burnt.” Beverly said and walked over to where the heavy canvas rucksacks were hanging between the school bags and hunting bags.

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“Will? What do you… Hello” Hannibal said as he spotted his son amidst all the racks of shoes. He stopped short when he noticed Will was standing next to a girl sitting on a bench chewing gum. A bad habit he noted.

“Hey daddy look this is my new friend Bev and she said I need sneakers for PE, like I need gym clothes and stuff.” Will said excitedly and motioned toward the racks of Reebok sneakers in front of them. The girl waved and smiled, polite at least.

“Nice to meet you Miss Bev, I’m Will's guardian, Doctor Lecter. Will get whatever you need or think you need. You know the max on that card.” Hannibal said and felt his skin crawl as he glanced around the store. Too bright, too… cheap. Polyester everywhere, so much harsh lighting, it was giving him a headache.

“Woah, doctor, fancy. Yeah like Will needs all sorts of stuff. Did they not give you your class lists?” Beverly said and stood up after putting the shoes she tried on back in the box and into the cart that they’d been piling both their things into. Hannibal watched but really… Will found himself a friend, it would be fine to buy her supplies.

“Yeah actually it’s uh… daddy where’s that paper? I think I- oh found it!” Will said and showed Bev the wrinkled paper from his back pocket. They stood close to each other, shoulders touching, and Bev ran her finger over the page.

“Yeah so you need like shorts and sneakers and usually like tank tops or t-shirts for that, and maybe a duffel bag if you don’t want your bag to smell like sweat, and then you need like a black polo shirt and slacks for scholar bowl and you’re gonna need a hoodie, like seriously for Mrs Willcox, her room is like negative nine degrees.” Beverly explained and skimmed her finger over the paper at the different classes. WIll nodded along and smiled when Beverly mentioned hoodies.

“I love hoodies! I just got a Mario one” Will said excitedly, bouncing on his feet.

“Oh no way you play Mario! What do you play on?” Beverly asked, matching Will’s excitement.

“Oh I have a gameboy and an NES…. Daddy got me the NES for my birthday and it’s like… so awesome.” Will said and looked over at Hannibal who was smiling, overwhelmed with pride and joy for his… well his pride and joy.

“No way! I have a Pokémon gameboy! I-” Beverly said but Will cut her off with a happy little gasp.

“I love Pokémon!” Will said and off they went on a tangent of yappering together about things Hannibal had no idea about.

“Ahem, Will? Are you fine to continue shopping? I think I’d like to wait in the car?” Hannibal interrupted their conversation.

“Oh yeah! Yes, me and Bev are gonna keep shopping! See you in a minute daddy, thank you!” Will said happily and hopped up to kiss Hannibal’s cheek. Bev laughed and waved Will back over as she began pushing the cart again.

What a wonderful young lady.

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“I’m very proud of you Will. You’ve already made a friend and you’ve signed up for an extracurricular. I just wanted you to know I am very very proud.” Hannibal said as they walked into the house, Will holding his backpack and the bags of clothes while Hannibal carried in every other bag full of supplies and such.

“Thanks daddy, I’m so excited. Do you think I can show you some of the stuff I got today?” Will asked as he twirled back and forth, letting the bags hit his legs. He was smiling, a big happy smile. It warmed Hannibal’s own soul, seeing his sweet baby boy so happy.

“Oh a fashion show just for me? What a treat!” Hannibal said and explained he’d sit by the fireplace and Will could change in the bathroom.

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Will came out in the first outfit. Black Chuck Taylor’s, dark blue jeans, brown leather belt, and a dark green flannel tucked in.

He was smiling widely and did a small spin.

“What do you think? I really like this belt, it’s nice.” Will said and ran his fingers along the edge of the leather. It had a somewhat larger buckle. Surely Hannibal could get him something bett- That’s no way to think. This is what Will wanted and what he chose.

“Absolutely dashing, Will. Very handsome. How are the shoes? Not too tight?” Hannibal asked and Will giggled and pulled his hands together in front of him. He rolled back and forth on his feet.

“No, they're great! I got two other of these shirts and I got a lighter pair of these and a black pair because Bev said everyone wears jeans. I like them a lot!” Will explained, he’d always either worn slacks or little cargo pants. Jeans suited him well, rugged and strong.

“That’s wonderful dear, they look nice on you.” Hannibal complimented and Will did another spin and let out a happy sound.

“Okay now gym clothes hold on.” Will said and scurried back into the bathroom to change.

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Will was wearing something that could barely be called shorts. They were more revealing than his underwear. Short, skin tight, little black shorts that looked to be about as thin as wet paper. He also had on a baggy grey tank top that showed his collarbones, toned arms, and a sliver of slightly haired belly above his waistband. He also had on ankle length white socks and a pair of blue and white sneakers.

Will was blushed pink and grinning with his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I got a few of these shorts and um these came in a pack of three and I got two packs. Beverly said the PE classes are split by designation so we won’t have the same one but she said there’s another boy in mine who also likes Pokémon and video games and stuff. She said most of the ‘mega boys wear shorts but I also got some pants.” Will finished and looked down at himself.

He loves it, especially the shoes. Bev had laughed at him when she’d returned and he was wearing a pair she’d picked for herself. Reebok Princess, blue and white, and fit perfectly . And the shorts are great and soft and comfy and the shirts were breathable and comfortable. He feels like a dressed up doll, something so pretty and nice.

“Very handsome Will. I’m sure you’ll meet plenty of people who’ll like the same things as you.” Hannibal said and Will smiled big and open, braces catching the light, green bands on display. Hannibal almost let himself laugh. Will was always a little odd but goodness he was so good. So beautiful and perfect and funny and smart and was blooming into such a wonderful young man.

“Thanks daddy, I’m so nervous and excited. Oh and and! Look at these shirts me and Bev found!” Will said and ran back to his room and pulled off his tank top, bent down and picked up a tshirt. While he was bent down his round bum was on display, Hannibal would have to remind him those shorts were meant for physical education only .

He pulled the shirt quickly over his head and ran back out to Hannibal, holding the bottom of the tshirt to show the colorful image screen printed on it.

“We found a bunch of Pokémon shirts! I got this one and like three others. I even found one with bulbasaur! Bulbasaur is my favorite it’s the one with-“

“The flower on its back, I remember. That looks quite comfortable.” Hannibal said as he looked over the soft looking cotton shirt, it was short but would cover Will’s belly still if lifted his arms.

“Yeha and people who also like Pokémon are gonna know I like Pokémon and Bev is gonna wear her Super Mario shirt on the first day so we can like match.” Will explained in an excited way, voice cracking a bit. His voice cracked a lot these days.

“That’s great. Are you planning on bringing your cards? Do you think we should reorganize them?” Hannibal asked about Will’s Pokémon card binder, each organized every so often. He moved to stand but Will put his hands out.

“No hold on- um… me and Bev also went down to the end of the strip mall…. She took me into one of the more um grown up stores…” Will said and turned as red as a cherry.

“Yes Will?” Hannibal said as he sat back into the chair. If Will had by himself looked into some form of mating ritualism then Hannibal would support him. Will had a very… besmirched idea of mating and sexuality. Perhaps it was a collar or some form of heat assistant.

“I don’t wanna show you what I got but also I want you to see.” Will explained and looked down at his shoes. He wanted a beta or alpha opinion, he wanted to know what daddy thought because daddy was of mating age and had very good taste in… well everything.

“What kind of outfit is it, Will?” Hannibal asked as Will had mentally drifted a bit.

“An omega outfit. A proper… a proper omega outfit. Stereotypical proper outfit. Something… it made me feel really special when I saw it.” Will said, face in flames and heart hammering in his chest, his eyes got wishy-washy with tears.

“I see… Will, why don’t you let me see it so you know if a mate would like it or not? Hmm?” Hannibal offered. He knew exactly why Will had asked in the first place. Will lived off his daddy’s approval and praise.

“Okay… yeah. I’m growing up and soon I’ll have a mate and I need to make sure I know I can look… I can look pretty in things that make me feel special.” Will said and walked with determination to the bathroom and waited for a moment in the doorway, doorknob in his hand.

“Of course Will, of course. Now go make yourself feel special and show me because I am the one who bought it. Go my handsome boy, my little lamb” Hannibal joked lightly and Will snickered as he giddily hid away in the bathroom to change again.

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Will looked perfect. Like a true artist's work. Lips darkened and shiny with gloss, lashes decorated with dark mascara and lids dusted with dark powder. His hair was brushed out making it poof out and large like a cloud around his head.

Held up by two thin straps hanging off his shoulders was the softest flowing little green dress. Hanging just above his knees the dress was layered with a soft darkest green petticoat. There was a pinch at Will's waist, a strap that went around him and was tightened with the lacing at the back which made the dress fit perfectly onto his barely developed curves.

The bodice was sheer green, allowing a view of his slim stomach, and beautiful collarbones, having covers blended into it to sheild his nipples. The bodice had structure built from the dark green fabric, the sides and center making Will look that much slimmer.

The center going up and connecting with a collar around Will's neck, the collar was embroidered with white creating a gentle herringbone pattern.

Adoring his legs were feather light barely tinted green thigh highs, forest green floral design traveling up the sides of them.

Will was sniffling as Hannibal looked him over. Perfect. Will looked perfect. Any alpha would choke to have him. Any alpha would have to nearly die to even ever get near him.

“Will, you look so beautiful. You are such a gorgeous young omega. How do you feel?” Hannibal asked, feeling a bit like a mother bear, wanting to kill to protect his baby boy.

“Special, like a gem. Like I’m… pretty. Like I’m beautiful. I feel special, I feel… happy.” Will said sincerely and smiled down at his own body. He wiggled his toes which caused Hannibal to break a smile.

“You look special darling, more valuable than any gemstone. My lamb, you are so perfect, any alpha would be a fool not to beg for just a word from you.” Hannibal praised and waved his hands gesturing at Will’s beautiful outfit.

“Do you really think so daddy?! I’m glad, I really like it!” Will said as he flopped down into Hannibal’s lap and grinned against his neck. His skirt popped up and Hannibal caught a glimpse of what looked like white lace panties. Not very age appropriate but matching with the outfit.

Hannibal hugged him and kissed his forehead.

“Maybe when you find someone special we can get you something a bit more fitted and custom. Maybe your friend could even take you? That sounds like a good outing for you.” Hannibal offered and rocked back and forth, Will making happy noises and kicking his feet where they hung off the side of the chair.

“Yes daddy, and maybe me and Bev can find me a headband to match cause my hair is so in my face!” Will said and blew a raspberry which caused his hair to fly up and back down against his face. Hannibal chuckled lowly and kissed his head again, feeling so in love with his boy.

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“Will? Did you just bite me?” Hannibal asked in shock as he looked at the boy who was just hugging and dragging on him complaining of being ‘ boredddddd’.

“Mhm, what’re you gonna do?” Will said as he stepped back toward the door, he was springy on his feet, ready to run. Like a puppy jumping around with a ball in its mouth, waiting for someone to take chase.

“Will, it’s not nice to bite.” Hannibal chastised with a wag of his finger. Will walked back over to him with a hesitant suspicious look.

“Yeah… it’s not nice…” Will agreed strangely and leaned forward to seemingly kiss Hannibal’s cheek in apology but instead nipped his ear and bounced back to the doorway with a smile.

“Will! That’s naughty!” Hannibal said again, the last time Will had bitten him, the boy was a toddler and Hannibal was trying to get him to wear socks.

“Yeah it was, now what’re you gonna do? Gonna get me?” Will said with a fire crackling in his eye. His body was a pressed spring, ready to go go go run run get chased .

Hannibal knew school would help Will develop natural needs and wants. Hannibal stood up and unbuttoned his waistcoat and tie. Omegas craved the chase, especially ones that had just been exposed to so many other prepubescent omegas.

Lord… and they said toddlers were tiring.

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“Darling, sweetheart, papa is not so young anymore. Let’s go have a snack. Come, I’ll make grilled cheese like you enjoy.” Hannibal tried to tempt the boy back into the house. They’d been running around the house for nearly an hour and a half straight. Will had run up the stairs twice, around the house three times, and had side stepped Hannibal at least a dozen times. Hannibal hadn’t had to run like that in… years. He was not in hunting shape, he was soft and slow, and made for cooking and cuddling these days.

“But daddy you didn’t catch me! You gotta pin me!” Will said and hopped around where he was standing on the side of the house staring at the bent over panting beta. He was smiling, there was a joy radiating from him so pure it was nearly blinding.

“Will, I don’t want to hurt you by pushing you down. You know daddy doesn’t like to hurt you.” Hannibal tried to convince as he stood back up, hands on his hips. He was barely getting his breath back. Shamed in his unfit ways, he hadn’t noticed himself getting out of shape like this.

“But I want you to pin me!” Will whined and stomped his foot. Brat.

Hannibal walked closer and Will pouted, arms crossed. His blinding joy started to fade to a more… going-to-have-a-tantrum kind of radiance.

“Will…” Hannibal said in a sing-song way, praying the boy would just be good and go in the house. Will huffed and looked away from him. Hannibal moved to put his hand on Will's shoulders and the boy dropped his arms.

“I’m sorry da- Ah!” Will shouted as Hannibal quickly pulled his arms back and pinned Will to the damp ground, face down ass up with Hannibal blanketed over his back. A proper way to pin an omega.

“There, I win. Now lunch.” Hannibal said and sat back on his calves and put his hand on Will's belly to help the boy kneel up.

He instead laid heavily onto his daddy’s hand, arms laden by his head, forehead pressed into the grass, knees shivering.

“Daddy…” Will whimpered and his body warmed up, his cock fevering into erection. His waist dipped into a seductive little pose. He felt tears starting to well in his eyes but the hand on his belly made him feel… a lot.

“Will, that’s enough. We can play chase but you have to control yourself. Now up, come get some food and go do your homework.” Hannibal ordered and rose back up to his feet with a grunt. His legs were gonna be killing him by tonight.

Will whined and hit the ground with his fists a few times, kicking his feet, acting like a toddler having a tantrum.

“No fun!” He said and got up and stomped back into the house, closing his door roughly when he got to it. Hannibal sighed and sat down on the bar stool. He was fucking tired and didn’t know what to do with Will other than to try and make sure he knew when Will wanted to play chase. Playing chase was a good activity for growing boys and helped develop stamina.

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Play chasing surely was one way to keep in shape. Will's legs were strong and plush looking. Hannibal grew to be able to chase and pounce with far more ease. Catching his boy in the dirt and in the house, pulling him from the tree, tackling him over the couch.

Will often would giggle and roll over when caught. Snuggling against his daddy’s chest and saying a sweet little “thank you daddy, sorry for nipping you” and giving Hannibal a kiss on the cheek and going back into the house for a small snack and a drink.

He’d stopped getting hot feeling in his pants after Hannibal made him take a cold shower and told him to keep a cold rag in his pants until he ‘ learned how to behave’ . He’d only ground a little bit onto his daddy’s leg… but Hannibal said there were no exceptions for bad behavior.

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Will enjoyed public school. He liked going and seeing his friends in the morning, he liked his classes that were far too easy but he refused to go to AP classes. He liked the scholar bowl, he loved going to meets and getting to meet all sorts of new people. Him and Bev and a few more of their friends liked to meet up and play games and occasionally they’d come to Will’s house and Hannibal would go… visit a friend.

However teenaged drama was never too far.

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“Why don’t they like me! I try to look pr-pretty and and I’m quiet and and I stay out of the way so why doesn’t anyone like me! I just wanted to get a pretty dress and and get my hair done and and look pretty! Why didn’t anyone ask me!” Will sobbed into the large bowl of horribly chemical riddled ice cream as Hannibal rubbed his back.

School Dance.

No one asked poor little Will Graham to the freshman’s winter formal. Or whatever it was called.

It was tonight at six. It was currently seven. Will had been a wreck since four when he got home from school on the bus. Bev was on vacation for two weeks with family and none of their other friends were going claiming it was lame and stupid. Of course Will had agreed with them but he was crushed .

“I know my lamb, I know. I think you’re the most beautiful omega in the whole world. The stupid little boys at school must be absolutely blind not to notice.” Hannibal tried to get Will to feel a little better. When Hannibal had been in school dances were… for show.

Will sobbed again a big ‘wahhhhhh’ and shoveled more “rocky road” into his mouth. He’d been feeling a bit self conscious. He’d been asked so many times if he was a beta and and did he look like a beta? Did he smell like a beta? Why would they think he was a beta? Was it what he wore? Maybe if he wore a beautiful pastel soft dress to the dance everyone could see he was an omega! But then…

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong!” Will sobbed and shoveled more ice cream into his mouth.

“You’re not doing anything wrong sweetie I’m sure when the right alpha sees you they’ll fall head over heels and cherish you the way you deserve to be.” Hannibal tried and continues to try and comfort Will until the boy falls asleep at the bar stool and Hannibal carries him back to his room and puts him in bed.

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Will had started to become… repressed. Hannibal had walked in on him rubbing himself against… well everything. Couch pillows, his bed pillow, the arm of the chair, the bar stools, everywhere. Hannibal had reminded him that he could still use his grinding mats from when he was a kid but Will said they were for babies. When heats rolled around he just took closer and sat alone in his room for a few hours till the fever dropped, not allowing Hannibal to get near him.

And he became fucking mean .

“Can’t you ever just fucking leave me alone! I’m eighteen, I don’t need you old man! You’re not my fucking father, you freak!” Was the straw that broke the camel's back. Will had stopped out the door to go to Bev’s, backpack slung over his shoulder. Will was of age, he needed an alpha to take him.

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“Daddy? Someone’s here to see you. Um Mister Nigel and Mister Adam?” Will hollered as he watched the two men slip off their shoes and coats.

The one man was… handsome. Strong, tattoo showing over a plain black button up short sleeve shirt, tall, blonde hair laying floppily over his forehead. A bit messy.

The other was… Will felt himself get damp at the scent of him. He had short hair, big blue eyes, wearing a grey button up under a yellow sweater vest and a pair of tan slacks, no belt. Will didn’t care though he wanted to sniff him. He was a bit taller than Will so he was perfect to sniff and scent and nip at.

“Oh dear we’re not here just for Hannibal. Hasn’t he explained? It’s alright darling. Not to worry.” The taller man said and ran his hand from Will’s back up to grip gently at his neck. Will’s eyebrows shot up and looked at the man, Nigel. Alpha. Oh Alpha .

Will felt himself get a little away from himself, body slack where he stood, slick dampening his boxers. Hannibal came around the corner and Nigel moved his hand back down to Will’s shoulder blades. Adam had just been rocking back and forth on his feet, not caring at all.

“Will, these are my friends. See Nigel and I ran into each other a few times and sometimes have brunch together. I think you and Adam might get along well. Like we talked about the other day?” Hannibal explained and Will felt himself get shocked back into his head. The other day? When they were talking about omega bonding? When Hannibal gave him a book on omega bonding? The day Will had learned that omegas could fuck each other as long as the alpha(s) approved? That other day?

He was on fire, burning alive. He looked over at Adam… too many layers. But attractive, cute, maybe older than him… experienced. He had to be Nigel’s mate. He had a bite showing barely under his collar.

“Oh… oh! Um daddy are you- do you- um- really?” Will asked in a whispered yell and leaned toward his daddy. Nigel leaned forward and sniffed at the back of Will’s neck and he had to help Will stay stand up.

“Yes Will, why don’t you and Adam go talk in the library by the fireplace. I’m sure poor Adam is cold.” Hannibal guided and turned toward the omega who had kept him company on a few cold nights. Adam smiled and stood up and walked up to stand closely in front of Hannibal.

“My face is cold but that’s it. Nigel makes me wear layers.” He said with a smile and stared somewhere over Hannibal’s shoulder. Hannibal smiled and nodded toward Nigel who sighed and let the boy go.

“Well then go warm your face dear.” Hannibal said more toward Will because Adam was already walking toward the library.

“Okay” Will breathed and followed the scent to the warm library.

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“Will? How are you doing…” Hannibal asked as he looked around the door to the fireplace. He and Nigel had shared a glass of wine… well wine for Hannibal and beer for Nigel. And perhaps a quick sloppy makeout but that wasn’t here nor there.

Will was sitting with his back to the door, kneeling over Adam who was sitting cross legged. Both shirtless, Will was holding onto Adam's shoulders as he sucked and pecked across Will's collarbones as his hands rubbed from shoulders to Will's round bottom still hugged in his jeans.

Adam looked over Will’s shoulder into Hannibal’s eyes. Will squeaked as Adam bit down, grinding down against Adam’s lap.

“We’re fine, Hanni. Go play with Nigel, please.” Adam asked in his usually flat high voice. Will hunched down, pressing his face to hide in the other omega’s neck and scoot forward more so they’re pressed together and he grins down a little bit more.

“Go ‘way. Go ‘way, daddy.” Will pleads weakly and Hannibal smiles and blows a kiss to Adam. The closed the door as Adam pushed Will onto his back, crawling over him.

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Will lived losing his virginity to Adam.

Pulling his jeans away, boxers caught within them. Will was huffing, hands rubbing at his chest and stomach, craving stimulation.

“You’re very pretty Will. Do you think I’m pretty?” Adam asked genuinely as he kicked his own slacks away and folded them on the stack beside Wills own clothes. There was no need to be messy, folded clothes are best.

Will nodded, spreading his legs so Adam could kneel between them, his small cock erect and radiating heat Will could feel against his own underdeveloped soft cock.

“Do you think Nigel’s pretty?” Adam asked as he moved to grab the pillow from where it sat in the seat of the arm chair. He shoved it under Will’s hips and moved so Will had his legs around Adam’s thin waist.

“He’s y-your mate. Alpha, he’s an alpha.” Will whimpered as Adam scootched close enough his tip barely grazed Will’s needy hole. The older boy leaned over Will, forearms framing the younger’s face, their chests and stomach touching.

“You’re a good omega.” Adam stated and slowly brought his hips forward, cock slipping easily into the sloppy slick mess of Will’s hole.

Will made such nice noises, Adam noted as he thought about it. He wasn’t against sex. He didn’t dislike it but he could take it or leave it. Especially topping. When him and Nigel had sex it was different. Nigel took care of him, he didn’t take care of anyone else.

Will cried out and wrapped his arms around Adam’s boney back, he clenched up, slick dripping onto the hardwood floor beneath him.

“Adam! ‘S in me, you're in me.” Will whimpered and crossed his legs together behind Adam’s bum, pulling him to stay as deep inside as possible. Adam nuzzled into Will’s soft neck.

“I can’t give you a knot, Will.” Adam stated and Will nodded, holding onto the older omega tightly. Adam thrusted as much as Will would allow, more just pushing himself against Will.

“Can.. Adam wanna…” Will tried to get out but he just ended up whining pitifully and clenching tightly around the hot cock inside him.

“Can we kiss more?” Will asked finally, big eyes meeting Adam’s, well he was looking at Adam who was looking off to the side but close enough. Adam smiled and leaned down to sweetly kiss Will’s lips.

Will was hungry for it though and soon they laid against one another, tongues caressing each other, hands wondering, penetration abandoned for rubbing against each other, slick mingling.

By the time they’d both warmed up and snuggled into a sleepy haze Will calmed down and tears no longer rolled from his eyes.

Hannibal was happy to see his boy so comfy, Nigel was happy to see his mate finally getting some decent sleep. They’d tossed a blanket over the omega’s and decided they’d be fine by themselves in the library for a little longer…

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It was a usual thing. Each time his heat rolled around Will packed his bag and Nigel came to pick him up and he’d return Will a few days later, fresh and happy.

At least that’s how it lasted till after Will graduated and started taking online college classes. Then occasionally the two would come to House Lecter and well that was fine until June. For some reason Will was getting less and less content until he popped.

“Get the fuck off of me! I’m not a fucking toy! Stop picking at me! You’re not my mate, you’re just using me like a fucking fleshlight! I didn’t even fucking want you in the first place, why don’t you just just fucking go away!” Will screamed as he hit at Nigel’s arms where the alpha had come over to scent the boy while he worked. Nigel stepped back and snarled, how dare an omega be so insolent!

“It’s okay Will, If you even wanna play more though just call. Nigel I want dinner, I’m hungry.” Adam said as he walked through, gameboy in hand. He didn’t even look up. Nigel followed behind him. Just as they pulled on their shoes Hannibal came down the stairs.

“What was that? Will, why are you being so rude?” Hannibal asked but Adam stopped him. Nigel left to leave and Adam stood between the beta and the boy.

“You should call Mr. Vizla. I think Will might need to have a visit to Papa. I think it would help. Bye bye Hanni.” Adam said and got on his tiptoes and gave Hannibal a kiss on the cheek.

Will was already crying and Hannibal hugged him. So emotional, his little Will, so emotional.

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“Sweetheart, we’re going on a trip. This is for the betterment of us both. Montana, I’ve rented a cabin for as long as needed. We’re going, no argument, and we are going to be meeting someone who’s very close to me.” Hannibal said as he stood in Will’s doorway. The boy was laying in bed, he’d been running a small fever, he hadn’t heated in the months since he’d stopped seeing Adam and Nigel.

“Daddy, I don’t wanna. What’s there in Montana?” Will asked and Hannibal came over to pet Will’s hair. He was really hoping he wouldn’t regret letting Will near the older man, letting Will near one of the only people Hannibal had ever hunted with, who willingly asked for Hannibal’s cooking even after he knew. The one person who fed into Hannibal’s indulgences.

“Someone special. A nice little cabin by a lake, it’s a vacation. Trust me, Will.” Hannibal said quiet and Will rolled over to his side and purred. Hannibal kept running his fingers through his boy’s hair for a little longer, enjoying the fluffy mess. Once he knew the omega was asleep he left the room, quietly closing the door.

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“Woah… I love this daddy! Can I go fishing? Oh and for a walk this weather is so good, why haven’t we come here before!” Will said as he dropped his duffle bags and flopped down on the couch that was covered in a rustic printed blanket. Hannibal sighed happily and looked through the kitchen. Duncan said he fixed it up and left some food there for them.

“Even the air smells so fresh and ugh good, I just wanna go roll in the dirt!” Will said and trilled when Hannibal ruffled his hair.

Hannibal sat one in the arm chair and looked out over the lake. The view was wonderful, the puff of smoke coming from the porch of the opposite house made it all that more enticing. He’d cross the lake once Will was to bed.

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Will had never slept so well in his life. The air here, the smells, the sound of the water against the rocks, it was like a glove that fit him perfectly . He’d spent the first few days exploring, sitting beside the water with his shoes off reading, fishing, going on walks into the woods, and lots of just sitting sniffing the air. There was this scent in the air, something not so natural. Something like cigarettes and gunpowder and sweat and… Well one day the breeze was going and Will had the bathroom window pulled open and… he could help but shove a few fingers inside himself. The scent alone was nearly enough alone to put Will into a heat.

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Hannibal spent days reading, working on his ipad, and going off on his own. Will didn’t know there was another hunting lodge only a mile or so away. Hannibal felt alive, really alive . He hunted, carved, really took time and enjoyed it. He snuck away to Duncan’s cabin and talked for hours, snuggling in with the older alpha, sharing long heated kisses, occasionally sneaking a hand down to make Duncan relax a bit.

This trip really was paying off.

Especially when one morning Will woke up in heat. He was burning up, slick dripping down his legs where he stood, waiting for Hannibal. His daddy had woken him up and told him to get dressed, Will did even as the waves of need rolled over him with more and more power.

Barely pulled into a pair of now soaked jeans, a hoodie, and his sneakers without any socks. Will was whining, knees pressed together, arms crossed over his belly. Hannibal was taking his time, he wanted Will ready when they got to Duncan’s.

“Daddy, come on, where are we even goin?” Will whined and Hannibal guided him out the door and toward the car. Hannibal pushed Will into the seat and climbed into the driver's side.

“We’re visiting my good friend. He lives there, across the water. Duncan Vizla, I told him about you. You’re gonna go meet him and see what you think.” Hannibal explained and Will kicked his feet, whining, arm still wrapped around his belly.

“Stupid! No! I wanna-” Will said, full of frustration before letting out a scream and kicking the dash and slamming his body back against the seat a few times. Hannibal swallowed and kept his eyes forward. He’d seen Will scenting up the air, knowing Duncan had an… acquired smell.

“William Henry Graham get out of the car.” Hannibal said in a threatening low voice. Will had been fighting him off every time he tried to get the boy to walk the few feet to the door.

“No! I hate you! I hate you! Go ‘way!” Will screamed and kicked some more. He’d soaked the seat through now, stomach cramping and twisting in pain instead of washing with waves of need. Hannibal sighed and was about to just get Will in some kind of hold and carry him in, but he heard the front door of the cabin open and close behind him.

Will reacted immediately, eyes opening, tears falling down his face as his arms reached out. He pushed himself out of the car like he was being pulled toward the older man like a magnet.

“Papa, Alpha ” Will cried out and then suddenly he was on the ground, his knees first and then pushing his forehead into the soft dirt. The older man made his way down the few steps and then stood over the boy’s body. Will fell onto his side, arms wrapped around his belly and knees drawing up to his chest. He forced his eyes open….

It had been years since he’d heated in a hospital. The last time he had to be around the clock monitored. He’d been throwing himself down trying to get an orgasm to calm himself down, stressed out and moving frantically under the covers, the whole room smelled like burning chemicals, frantic omega. He gave up with a huff and the nurse who’d been working on a computer leaned back in her chair and sighed too.

“Ya know, How about we try something else. Something that’s helped me in heat when I was a kid like you. Wanna try?” She’d offered and leaned forward onto her arms on the desk. Will huffed for a second and agreed. Worth a shot, he thought.

“Close your eyes and picture the perfect mate, someone you wanna spend your whole life with.” The nurse said and Will tried to picture it. He could see it sort of… not a picture perfect future but something. Napping in their lap, sex, getting pet by them, sex, taking baths together, and of course mating heat sex.

“Can you see ‘em? Describe them.” The nurse said and Will started to move again under the blanket. He tried to picture something but… someone he didn’t even know started to show in his mind. He could see him but… had they even ever met?

“It’s um.. It’s a man. Tall, strong, he’s uh, he’s got big strong hands. He’s… handsome. Really handsome. He’s, ah fuck, he’s got a beard and mustach and stuff and he’s hairy. His arms and chest and belly. His hair’s all black and silver. He’s older, strong. Oh god, oh my god. Um, um, he, he’d take care of me. Like I was a real ‘mega. Oh, oh my god, yeah, he’d be so nice to me! He’d, he’d fuck me like a real alpha!” Will finished and he tensed up, twitching. The orgasm taking the edge off and making him feel calmer.

“Didn’t take you as an age gapper. Looks like you’re on the hunt for a silver fox!” The nurse teased and giggled. Will huffed at himself, he didn’t even know this dream man but here he was cumming to the image of him.

“I didn’t know either”

Will thought back to that as he stared up at the man he’d knotted himself to the image of. His brain was mushy, his body on fire with incredible need, and there he was.

Tall, strong, silver fox.

“ Papa ” Will sobbed and reached out to grab any part of the man who had his arms crossed looking down like he was looking at gum on the street. Will grabbed onto one of his ankles, the man was barefoot, Will felt like just touching his skin calmed him.

“He’s a bit small.” Said the man in a deep deep voice.

“He’s begging, please, Dunc, just… please? Give him a chance.” Hannibal pleaded and Will sobbed out. He just wanted to be taken care of in this perfect place by this perfect man.

“Hannibal, go back to your place. Don’t call, don’t come over here. I’ll call you when I’m done.” Duncan said to the younger man. He’d never put up with Hannibal’s controlling nature.

“Alright just… be careful with him.” Hannibal said as he climbed back in the car and drove off. Duncan waited until Hannibal was out of the driveway to pick up the little sobbing omega, holding him against his chest.

“Hello, little one. Aren’t you the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Come on then, Papa’s gonna make it better.” Duncan said and Will trilled happily and rutted up against that alpha. Will was taking in big huffing breaths of the alpha’s scent.

“Pa,papa, smell so good. Alpha, alpha, alpha” Will grumbled and rubbed himself anywhere he could. Arms against shoulders, feet and ankles against hips and thighs, chest against chest.

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“ God! My fucking guts, papa so fucking big!” Will cried out as Duncan sat him down full onto his cock. Will held onto the older man’s shoulders as he shook, body putting so much effort into just making room for Duncan’s cock.

They were sitting in the armchair in front of the fireplace by the window. Duncan, stripped bare of his shirt but pants just pulled down around his cock, and Will stripped down bare. Will was straddling him, knees shoved into the chair’s cushion on each side of the alpha’s hips. His hands had wandered across the fuzzy front of the man, Will particularly liked the hair around his belly button, soft and thin.

“Good baby, gonna take my knot? Come on, just a little bit” Duncan harshly grumbled into Will’s ear and grabbed two handfuls of Will’s soft ass and lifted in a little over an inch and pushed him back down. The boy let out a squeak and squeezed his knees together, trying not to clench around the huge thing sitting inside him.

“C-can’t, too big, can’t m-move” Will whimpered and just tried not to let himself get ripped open. He felt like he was filled past the bring twice . Duncan hummed, vibrating in his chest causing Will to arch and rub his chest against the alpha’s, the coarse hair feeling wonderful against Will’s soft sensitive nipples.

Duncan lifted the boy up again, only a few inches, and pushed him back down. Will yelled out and held on tightly to the alpha’s shoulders, nails digging in.

The alpha made a rhythm and kept it, up and down. Will had leaked down to the floor, a puddle forming under them.

“Good pup, daddy’s good little puppy” Duncan whispered into Will’s ear and that only caused the boy to gush out more slick, crying out and digging his nails into Duncan’s shoulders.

Will was letting out sobbing long wanton moans, broken at each thrust down. His body creating a sweet little place for Duncan to fuck. The older man hadn’t felt so so good in so long, he hadn’t knotted anyone in… too long.

Long enough so that when his knot began to swell he stopped lifting and pushing the boy to simply holding him tightly against his chest and thrusting up into him in short little ticks.

“Knot me! Knot me! Gimme it please please please alpha alpha ” Will cried out and his muscles started their own matching rhythm of clenching and milking, trying to get their fill. Duncan grunted with the last few thrusts, his knot snagging on Will’s slicked snug little hole.

When the knot finally tied them together, no longer being able to be popped back out, Will bit down. He drove his teeth into the alpha’s shoulder as his thick cum pumped into him, filling him so perfectly. He felt… so far away by the time his jaw unclenched and his teeth unclamped.

Duncan was in heaven. Such a cute little thing. So tight, so warm, so welcoming. He leaned back in his chair, Will falling against his chest, asleep and muscles still trying to milk the last few drops of cum from Duncan’s cock.

“Good pup, good omega” Duncan whispered and kissed Will’s forehead and peaked down at his belly. Will had a small pooch, a little puffy pocket full of cum. Duncan put his hand there, he could feel himself still pushing against the boy’s insides. Will whimpered a bit and tried to turn but his legs were stuck.

“Okay puppy, bend your leg…” Duncan instructed and moved the boy around, still held down to him by the knot, to sit sideways in his lap. Will immediately curled up and laid his head onto Duncan’s shoulder. Snuggling in. Just like his father, Duncan thought, which caused a smile on his lips as he pulled the quilt from the floor beside them. He tossed it over them and tucked it around Will. He could already feel himself getting soft but his knot held them together still. He wasn’t a young man but Will seemed satisfied.

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Hannibal was happy to receive a hushed call saying they were done and Will was sleeping. He came in and Will was snuggled into Duncan’s lap, purring and drooling a bit against his chest.

“Bring him back. He’s a good puppy.” Duncan said and pet Will’s wild hair.

“Bring him home. He smells even better.” Hannibal said and leaned down to place a kiss on Will’s head and then a short peck to Duncan’s lips.

“Now then! Dinner!” Hannibal said and began to carry in cooler bags in and busy himself in the kitchen.

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May I ask for overall dating Bedelia headcannons? What is she like in the relationship etc. Thank you 🙏🏻😊

i have to say i was surprised to see how little content there is about her, really. so i’m very grateful for this ask, hope it’s what you were looking for, enjoy! i wanted to write about her from a broader perspective, so i hope you don’t mind i altered the ask a little bit

pairing: bedelia du maurier x gn!reader

warnings: mention of mental illness

bedelia du maurier sfw dating alphabet

a - asking out

as much as i believe in bedelia’s confidence, it was you who made the defining move. you met at a charity gala on a chilly evening in september. the first round of champagne has been distributed and bedelia found herself finished greeting all of her acquaintances, her gaze suddenly drawn to an unknown figure. pushed by an invisible force, nearly ran in your direction. “oh, i’m so sorry, i mistook you for one of my old friends!” it was a lame attempt in masking her excitement, but you just laughed and introduced yourself. as the evening passed you ended up gravitating towards each other multiple times. it was almost surreal, you gave in to the urge to finally ask her out

b - best friend

the connection between you is undeniable, it runs deeper than simple attraction. bedelia is an attentive listener and there was something about her that made you trust her completely. it’s your weekly ritual to dish out the juiciest gossip on saturday dinners. it’s always fun to make fun all your pretentious colleagues and drink good wine. there is always an atmosphere of warmth and trust when you hang out together. you don’t need anyone else in your life, because you just found true love in your soulmate’s embrace

c - cooking

i feel like she isn’t a fan of cooking. it feels mundane and messy for her. hates cleaning afterwards. she can make simple things or prepare a beautiful charcuterie board but that’s it. that’s not to say she doesn’t enjoy fancy food; you both will explore all restaurants in the neighbourhood, searching for the perfect place to relax after a long day of work. sometimes you’re both too tired to go out and end up snacking in the kitchen, laughing at bedelia’s attempts at cooking dinner. in the end it always tastes good because of how much fun you had preparing it (and thanks to your life-saving cooking skills)

d - date time!

at first you mingled at many social events, sometimes dancing under the scrutinising gazes of other guests. as your connection deepened, you opted for coziness of your houses. you lost track of passing days, the whole world seemingly disappearing for the time of your dates. bedelia doesn’t like planning many things ahead as her schedule changes frequently. quite early on you got the spare key to her home, hanging out anytime you got. the setting doesn’t have to be special for you two, the sheer company makes for unforgettable time

e - escapism, exploring the enchanted gardens

for bedelia, the only thing that can measure up to your beauty are flowers. on gloomy days you would visit local botanical gardens or orangeries. the humid air and heart-fluttering scent make of a unique atmosphere so unreal and mystical, you can forget all the mundane earthly worries. you dive into the feeling, savouring the serenity in your lover’s eyes: a sight so rare and precious to your heart

f - favourite part

her favourite part of you is your hands. the light squeezes and feather-like brushes of the knuckles, it grounds her and never fails to make her heart flutter. bedelia would trace your callouses, detailed lines on your palms searching for peace after a difficult day. loves the way your hands fit together. eager to adorn your hand with a promise ring

g - gifts

bedelia is a big spender and you can’t convince me otherwise. will buy you gifts any chance she gets, ranging from your favourite pastry on a sunday breakfast to a gold pendant she saw on a shopping spree. expect countless items related to your hobbies appearing on your shelf. it’s always something thoughtful and not over-the-top. you once scolded her careless shopping habits and now she’s bit better with limiting herself. but she just loves you so much, there’s no stopping bedelia from splurging on your birthday

h - holidays

i would say her favourite holiday is the summer vacation. she enjoys the warm evenings filled with mellow jazz and good rosé. it usually means less work and more time to spend with you. it’s the season for oversized sunglasses and strapless dresses. evening seem to stretch on forever, filled with your soft laughter and your cheeks flushed from the heat.

i - illness

gets sick easily, especially in autumn. with meeting a lot of people come consequences, but with years she got better with masking her own struggles to focus on helping the other person. if you notice her sneezing, she will dismiss it as dust allergy or something. bedelia enjoys being pampered as long as it doesn't get in the way of her work. pro tip: reschedule all her meetings before she has the chance to protest!

j - jealous, jealous girl! does she get jealous easily? how does she react to you being jealous?

she despises seeing you jealous. for her it’s a symptom of distrust, which she fears the most in a relationship. but sometimes it can’t be avoided: once a waiter slipped a note into her hand and bedelia made a show out of turning him down. she was shocked to see a shadow of a frown if your face. “what’s wrong, dear?”was her voice a little too loud, she wondered. “it was cruel. i wish people knew you’re mine and stop doing such things.” it was hard for the blonde to hide the smirk forming on her lips.

k - kisses

kisses with bedelia are short but sensual. they leave you wanting more and yearning for her touch. like everything with her, they’re playful yet almost dignified. the way she places her thumb under your eye, studying the depth of your orbs. how your hips touch as your bodies slowly melt into each other and the surrounding fade away. her breath is hungry, she’s feeding off your desperation. with nowhere to run, you’re savouring every second.

l - love language

words of affirmation are a must. as a psychiatrist she understands the importance of communication and wants you to know how much you mean to her. it’s just.. her emotions are so strong and bedelia wants you to know just how much you mean for her, her efforts seem a bit messy and the message doesn’t really get through. there’s just so much she wants to tell you on the daily basis.

m - mornings

hates to waste time in morning. not to say she’s an early bird, she hates the way her joints feel heavy and her gaze blurs at the bright sunlight. it’s like the nature is playing a joke on her clouded mind. her days are filled with rummaging through people’s darkest memories and pristine mornings seem like an ironic prelude. however, her attitude changed when you moved in with her. now the sharp rays are the signal to let go of your body, start of missing your warmth and calming scent. but seeing you rub your eyes sleepily makes bedelia forget all about it

n - nicknames

for you: duckling! there’s a cute story behind it. there was a cocktail party hannibal was hosting and you both couldn’t miss for the world. unfortunately you barely knew any guests and just followed bedelia anywhere she went. during the dinner you observed her manners intently, faithfully copying her every move. when came the time to chat with host, hannibal greeted you by saying “and who is the lovely duckling following you around, bedelia?”

for her: snowflake! cold and unique, bedelia is an unattainable treasure for most people. some tried holding her tightly, but it resulted in losing her momentarily. you were the one she graced with her beauty, the one who saw her true nature and didn’t try to melt her icy exterior. you loved all her sharp edges and intricate patterns

o - open book, how open is she about her past, her struggles?

to be honest she doesn’t like discussing her past. it’s complicated and painful so she doesn’t want to burden you with unnecessary knowledge. but if you as for something in a straightforward manner, she will probably confess what’s on her mind. just don’t press too hard as she feels more comfortable helping with your struggles. during some late-night talks like this she will also unveil a bit of her struggles, so listen carefully then and hug her tightly

p - pda (public display of affection)

melts every time you greet her with a kiss on the cheek. it’s subtle and cute, but during a dinner party it can reassure her deeply. sometimes she would squeeze your ring finger to catch your attention. no one needs big embraces or french kisses to see how madly in love and committed you are to each other. it’s the stolen moments by the bathroom giggling and staring contests across the ballroom. a smile so bright each moment your hands are intertwined. it doesn’t take a detective to tell how much in love you are

q - quiz time! how much does she know and remember about you?

queen of small gestures. once again, it’s her job to remember personal information and uses it to her advantage. that blue shirt you liked on instagram? she will paint the bedroom walls with this colour. in the early stages of your relationship she exhausted all sources to find more information about you. it’s gotten to the point when you want to tell her a story from your childhood and she just goes “oh, i remember that one” even though you don’t remember telling her about this detail

r - romance

she has a very alluring aura and in addition to that, bedelia has an immense knowledge about relationships. she has seen the most toxic unions as well as pure platonic couples through her career. she knows exactly what to not do, but barely what how she actually wants to treat you. she’s not big on over-the-top gestures and splurging on gifts. firm believer in quality time! she goes relatively fast in the relation, which doesn’t make her intentions less genuine. she would never admit that she fell for you at the first sight, but bedelia was sure the moment she saw you.

s - sense of security

constantly being around unstable individuals, hell, being held hostage as hannibal’s wife, i took a big toll on her well-being. when he’s in jail, it’s like something is missing. the lack of adrenaline felt foreign, so i feel like she would look for it in a relationship. borderline unhealthy attraction to scheming, games of cat and mouse. keeps life interesting until there is mutual trust within the relationship. keep each other on your toes while holding hands tightly.

t - temper

i would say she’s a stoic person, to the point it’s unsettling. when provoked, her rage manifest as an icy, calculated cruelty. she knows how to hurt a person on a spiritual level and they won’t notice until it hits them bad. bedelia is like a dormant volcano, full of mystery and unspoken wishes. the first time you’ve ever seen her angry was when hannibal escaped prison. the animalistic look in her eyes made you want to flee. moment like these, she’s like a venomous snake, quietly contemplating whether to spare her prey.

u - unwinding

i guess that she host her psychiatric sessions in her house, so the building has a strong stressful connotation. but it was like she haven’t noticed; always reading in her living room, excusing herself from other plans to stay at home and rest. you made it your point to change her habit. you started to plan dates outside, dragging bedelia to the lakeside and taking her on long walks to talk about her feelings. that’s also the reason you eat out so much. it’s become your tradition to go to the seaside once in a while

v - vanity, is she concerned about her looks? and what would people think?

she likes to look her best every day, reliable and charming attire is her signature. adores accessories and the days when her hair curl perfectly. her whole image is meticulously crafted during her years as a therapist. it makes her feel empowered during difficult moments. bedelia wants to look reliable and a little unattainable. the layers of silk make for an intricate armour and tease

w - warmth and wishes

“well, and what did you pray for?” she asked, ushering you to the side, a playful smile lingering on her lips. the birthday cake was long forgotten, but the sight of your hopeful eyes wouldn’t leave bedelia’s thoughts. you’re not supposed to share the wish with anyone, but this time you would make an exception. you look at girlfriend and confess with a hushed voice. “i asked that you would believe me.” her baffled expression begged for more. “it’s just… i love you so much and i can’t stand the way you dismiss my praises. the only thing i care about in this world is your happiness. so give it to me, it’s my birthday after all.” you chuckled, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. “then who am i to deny your wish, duckling?”

x - xtra, random headcanon for you!

has a collection of silk scarves, once someone told her they carry scent the best, so she can enjoy her favourite perfumes even more. also, bedelia likes to match the colours and patterns to how the scent makes her feel: musk fits embroidery, floral patterns with fresh aromas etc. she would gift you one for your anniversary, so you can have a part of her always with you. if there is a challenging day looming before her, she would take the scarf from you to feel your scent throughout the day.

y - yuck! absolute no-no in the relationship

incompetence and helplessness. she had enough of desperate individuals in her lifetime and craves for a partner, not another patient. someone to ground her, remind of what’s real, present. another big turn-off is a lot of secrets. as it may be thrilling to play games sometimes, she is not keen on uncertainty and insincere gestures. she’s sure about the relationship with you, so don’t make the mistake of doubting it.

z - zzz… sleeping habits!

as i mentioned previously, bedelia has a hard time falling asleep. sometimes it takes a chamomile tea before bed or a heart-to-heart at two am. she wouldn’t want to burden you with her struggles, but with time you’ve started to recognise her breathing patterns. after a while you just cuddle her and softly ask what’s bothering her so late at night. she never snores, but trashes a lot. needs something to hug, either your arm or her favourite pillow

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