[hannibal] ask.fm prompts of chocolick

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hannigram | au | comedy | 314 words
Prompt: Hannibal is the intimidating editor in chief of a fashion magazine and Will is his new PA.



An icy aura filled the meeting room of the Chesapeake Fashion Magazine when the editor in chief slammed his palms onto the table and rose from his chair.

“This is unacceptable!” he snarled and bored his maroon eyes into every face of his subordinates to make out the culprit but he only looked into puzzled features. “Mr. Graham,” he called out and hurriedly a young man looking flustered rushed to the side of his boss.

“Yes, Chief Lecter?” he replied a little nervous and pushed his black-framed glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. The curve of a smile fluttered over Hannibal Lecter's lips without anyone's notice.

“Look at this cover and tell me what is wrong with it,” Hannibal demanded with arms folded over his chest. It brought slight creases to the blue-colored cotton of his tailored suit and wrinkled his blue tie grazed with red dots. A streak of his light-brown hair fell into his eyes.

Will Grahem took a close look and scanned the magazine for any detail appearing off to his boss' eyes. As the personal assistent of such a quite intimidating chief he didn't want to screw up after all. His eyes wandered over the model dressed in a classy suit on the front page and the headlines of the fashion articles. He couldn't find anything out of the ordinary until his eyes traveled onto the magazine's name. He had to surpress a laugh and snorted softly instead before clearing his throat.

“I assume you mean this, Chief Lecter?” he exclaimed and pointed at the mistake. Hannibal nodded before he directed his maroon eyes about to throw daggers back to his subordinates.

“So, who do I own the pleasure to our Fashion Magazine being relabeled 'Cheesecake'?” he asked and somewhere far in the back Freddie Lounds dug her head and wished the ground would open under her feet.

- End.



hannigram | au | comedy | 914 words
Prompt: Hannibal is a famous hot shot actor and Will is the new make up artist. Hannibal is very smitten by him but Will finds him creepy and shies away‎.



Heaving a deep breath Will Graham ran his fingers through his brown curly hair in attempt to calm down his nerves.

“Looks like you are the new make up artist for Hannibal,” a female chuckled next to him and patted his shoulder. “No worries. He is very easy to work with and won't make it hard on you. I'm Alana, by the way.”

“Uhm, Will Graham. Nice to meet you,” Will replied and shook hands with her. He cast a glance at the man waiting in his seat and whispered to Alana, “Did you ever work with him?”

Alana laughed softly. “I didn't in terms of being his make up artist but others told me he is very nice. Don't be shy.” With that she pushed him through the door.

“Good day, Mr. Lecter,” she chimed and the older male swiveled his chair around with a charming smile stretching over his lips.

“Good day, Miss Bloom. It is a pleasure to have you as my new make up artist,” Hannibal announced and held Alana's hand to his lips. She blushed and smiled in abashment.

“Oh, I am not at your service, I must disappoint. Will Graham here will be of your service from now on,” she exclaimed and shoved the flustered man forward.

Bowing deep he muttered, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Lecter. I am Will Graham and hope you can guide me kindly through my work.”

“It will be my pleasure,” Hannibal replied in a deep voice. Alana dismissed herself and left Will and Hannibal to their work. An awkward silence surrounded them in which Will was not sure how to exactly go about his work and felt himself exposed to Hannibal's maroon eyes traveling over his figure. He cleared his throat and got hold of his utensils to get started. He did not notice Hannibal's eyes following him everywhere through the mirror. When he turned around, he locked eyes with the older man and gulped. Hannibal's maroon eyes had such intensity that it knocked the breath out of him for a second.

“I, uhm, please lay your head back a bit and close your eyes,” Will muttered and without any other word Hannibal complied. A smile was stretched over his lips and he hummed a soft tune. It made it easier for Will that Hannibal trusted him so easily. At the same time he was nervous and feared to make a mistake. He applied a small amount of lotion on Hannibal's face and gently massaged it into the skin with his fingers. He halted in the midst of rubbing the lotion over Hannibal's forehead when he felt his buttock being squeezed slightly. He didn't think of it much though and got hold of his make up utensils.

“Where are you from, Will? I hope you do not mind me calling you Will,” Hannibal muttered when Will applied a hue of skin-colored make up.

“Will is fine, Mr. Lecter. I am from Wolf Trap, Virginia,” he replied, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration when he brought attention to Hannibal's eyebrows.

“Hannibal, please,” Hannibal insisted and watched Will with lidded eyes. Nonchalantly he once more let his hand glide over Will's backside and slipped further towards his thigh. He delighted in Will squirming beneath his soft touch.

“I, uhm, Mr. Lecter, please,” Will mumbled and felt his cheeks heating up. “Your hand,” he exclaimed and dared to look down. He missed the amused smile on Hannibal's lips.

“Oh, how blundering of me. I apologize,” Hannibal exclaimed and retrieved his hand. By then Will returned his gaze and a wide smile spread over Hannibal's lips. “My aren't you cute when you blush,” he announced and delighted even more in the flustered squirming of Will.

“I, erm, excuse me but I, uh, forgot something,” Will stuttered, pretty sure that his face was aflame, and made a beeline for the door.

“Oh, please, no need to apologize. I will await your return, Will,” Hannibal replied and emphasized Will's name with such intensity that it let the young man shiver and he had the urge to fled the room. Almost immediately he ran into Alana and practically threw her off her feet.

“Jesus, Will. You gave me a scare there. What's wrong with you?” she asked breathlessly and held her palm over her racing heart.

“I can't go back in there,” Will whispered with eyes wide open and a blush in full bloom gracing his face.

Alana just rose her eyebrow in wonder, “What on earth happened in there that you are so scared of Hannibal?”

Will did not know what to answer. He felt foolish that Hannibal brushing over his ass let him feel on edge, but there just was something about this famous actor that didn't sit right with him. He was creeped out. Simple as that. “He groped my ass,” he whispered at last and to his surprise, Alana laughed softly.

“Let me handle that,” she exclaimed with amusement latching her voice and entered the room. Will did not dare to go inside himself, he just stood in the door and watched the scene before him. “Hannibal, you have been bad again,” Alana all but sing-sang and got hold of the brush from Will's make-up kit.

Hannibal sighed. “How shall I stay composed with such an exquisite and fine man around,” he muttered, one could say dreamily, and closed his eyes. Will's mouth fell open and the blush let his face shine like an overripe tomato.

- End.