Title: Sublime
Author: Angelina
Fandom: Hannibal (NBC)
Rating: K-11
Paring: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Warnings: viitteitä kannibalismiin
Summary: Just an hour and a half more, and he’ll be free, and maybe Hannibal will reward him for being patient and polite.
A/N: Mua harmitti aikanaan Pizzaperjantai II -haasteen feilaaminen, koska cooperaur anto mulle niin herkulliset Hannigram-täytteet siihen:
bearnaisekastike: tekstissä hyödynnetään vierasta kieltä jollakin tavalla
majoneesi: tekstissä vieraillaan nakkikioskilla/dinerissä/pikaruokaravintolassa
oregano: käytä tekstissä jotakin sivistyssanaa
Kun sitten Haasteita hampaankolossa tuli + sain vielä Spotify Wrappedista Vivaldin Neljä vuodenaikaa, niin olihan mun nyt PAKKO korkata tää fandom ja paritus. Tää on pelottavaa ja kauheeta ja jännittävää, koska Hannibal on yksi vaikeimmista fandomeista joita tiedän. Tää todennäkösesti siis yrittää olla hienompi kuin onkaan ja hahmot ovat luultavasti vähän OOC, mutta... Ainakin on yritetty 
Tää sijoittuu sarjan jälkeiseen aikaan, kun murderhusbandot vallottaa yhdessä Eurooppaa.
Haasteet: Spotify Wrapped III ja Haasteita hampaankolossa III
SUBLIME
Every time Hannibal socializes with one of Italy's elite, Will feels like an idiot. His job is basically to stand there, looking like arm candy, and nod politely as the sophisticated ones discuss.
He hates it.
And he hates his stupid, perfectly tailored suit and the bow tie that feels like a cold, strangling hand on his neck; too soft and too impersonal — and nothing like Hannibal’s calloused, warm fingers.
Buttering up the elite is kind of an important part of their disguise, so he sucks it up. And he knows he’s not
dense by any means; this is just not… his scene.
Sometimes they try to include him in the conversation, but once they realize his social awkwardness and the plain fact that he just doesn’t care, they give up quickly. Hannibal just smiles, presses his hand on Will’s lower back, and picks up the conversation again.
What would Will even say?
Ah, yes, the violin concerto was magnificent — listening to Vivaldi is absolutely sublime!
It wouldn’t necessarily be rude. And he can imagine the slight raise of Hannibal’s brow if he said those exact words. He’d be amused, that’s for sure, because he’d detect the slight sarcasm in his voice, unlike their other companions.
But he doesn’t feel like it tonight. He’s content to just smile and nod, offering a fake laugh here and there. Just an hour and a half more, and he’ll be free, and maybe Hannibal will reward him for being patient and polite.
Will thinks that tonight his reward should be something greasy. Straight from a food van or a hole-in-the-wall, preferably.
They’re not going to have one of
their meals tonight, anyway.
“So,” one of the men says suddenly, addressing Hannibal. “Where exactly did you find this…
cafone?”
Will is not fluent in Italian by any means, but he does know when he’s being called uncouth. Instead of answering, he turns his gaze to the man next to him.
Hannibal’s posture has gone slightly tense, his eyes colder, but Will doubts anyone else notices. His polite smile is still there, only now it's harder on the edges.
Nowadays, if there is one thing Hannibal hates more than people being rude, it’s people being rude to Will Graham.
Will can’t help the smile blooming on his lips.
Maybe they’re not having one of their meals today, but suddenly tomorrow looks a lot more promising.
* * *
“I should’ve known that you’d be familiar with the only food van in Florence that basically serves fine-dining.”
Hannibal offers him a small smile while handing him a small plate with a couple of carefully arranged fries and the smallest burger Will has ever seen.
“It would be a heinous crime to eat McDonald’s after a concerto like that.”
“A concerto like that,” Will repeats, raising his eyebrows.
“You didn’t enjoy it?”
“Oh, I thought it was absolutely
sublime,” Will says. “Even a
cafone like me knows his Vivaldi.”
Before Hannibal can scold him, Will touches his wrist gently.
“But I must admit, I did enjoy the… afterparty more.”
Hannibal matches Will’s sly look before gently taking a bite of his overpriced miniburger. Will follows suit and has to admit it tastes pretty damn good.
Tomorrow’s meal is waiting for them in the trunk, slowly taking his last breath while the two of them enjoy their late-night snack.
