bakerstreet | Soulmates

soulmate meme ;
▸ post your character ◂
▸ you're now in a universe where destined soul mates exist! ◂
▸ rng for the type of au and for the ~situation~ ◂
▸ tag around ♥ ◂

type of au;

1. tats, your character has a tattoo of the first words the love of their life will say to them
2. familiars, your character has an animal tattoo representing their soul mate on them
3. glow, the first time your character sees their soul mate, their chests glow!
4. world in color, life is literally black and white, until you see your soul mate for the first time
5. choose your own, i'm definitely missing a milly because i'm lazy, pick your own

situation;

1. First Meeting: You'll feel the spark almost on first sight. Yes, he's not your type. No, she's is a villain and your a hero. It doesn't matter. You can't chose these things.
2. Not Accepting: No, this person can't be it! They're so...so not what you've expected!
3. We Belong Together: You've decided to come together, like it's intended, and you're reaping the benefits.
4. Like Ships in the Night: The obligatory sex option. The two of you are cementing your bond in the most traditional of ways, and you'll soon learn that sex with others can't compare to sex with someone who's completely yours.
5. Stronger as Two: In battle or in life, the two of you combined are unstoppable.
6. There's Someone Else You've met your soulmate...but you're with someone else. Now that you know your other half is out there for sure, can you keep that up?
7. Love Will Tear Us Apart: Someone is hurting one half of the pair, and it's bringing pain to both of you. Maybe you can protect or save the other.
8. Not Fortune's Fool: You're flying solo. You have no intention of becoming a matched pair. Forget about what anybody else says, just focus on you.
9. Soulmates Never Die: Except when they do. Somehow, yours has passed on or is dying in your arms, leaving you alone in the world. How do you feel?
10. WILDCARD: Choose your own.

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Hannibal felt something in him, something shiver below the surface. The beast within in, dignified and bloody, scarred and secretive. All that was all of him, exhale. Feeling, again, something untwisting in his gut. The first time that he had seen Will Graham explain the Chesapeake Ripper to his FBI class. You see me. You see this. You do not understand yet, but you will.

One corner of his mouth lifted up, then the other, before he physically exhaled. Leaning forward to put his hand lightly into Will's own hand. Wrapped his own long fingers around that open palm, his dark eyes serious.

"Together, then. To where ever the way this path takes us." His smile hitched up a little more, "...Should this be the moment I ask you out for coffee, or should we try something slightly less banal?"

"We'll drive straight into hell together," Will remarks with a tint of humor in his tone. "Sounds perfect."

"Banal," he echoes, then grins a little. "Another word I would not put up against you. Even if we did get coffee, I'm sure we'd find a way to put a spin on it. But if you feel like coming up with something more interesting right out of the gate, be my guest."

He's honestly curious to see what Hannibal would set up for them to do. Whatever they wind up doing though, he's sure it's going to be something to remember.

"As I've said, I shall enjoy the company." Hannibal's voice drops an octave, before that wicked little smile touched his lips. Followed by a considering tilt of his head.

"I think we shall have an all-day date. Where we will learn about one another in more ... esoteric ways. Starting with coffee, and books, and perhaps a shot of whiskey if you need to fortify yourself." He ran his finger along the back of Will's hand, enjoying the warm strength, the callouses.

"After, of course, I tell Jack I can no longer officially or unofficially be your psychologist." Another significant pause. "We shall speak only as friends, and only on what you wish to tell me of the dark paths your mind goes down."

On this, he is firm. While he could probably get away with dating Will and treating him on his own - Alana and the rest of the FBI team will not be thrilled with him. Soulmate mark or not. He will talk Bedelia into seeing Will instead.

Will watches Hannibal's hands, watches the way his fingers move, and nods. "I think I can work with that." Raising his head a little, he catches the other man's eye, offering another slight smile. "This is going to be an interesting adventure, isn't it?"

Will nods, then laugh softly. "That's going to be a fun conversation. Can I be there when you tell him, I feel like it's going to be a sight to see."

He is going to take a weird amount of joy in that part, though he knows he probably shouldn't. Throwing someone new into the mix, whoever it may be, doesn't thrill him but he'll dealw ith it later.

His lips curve up at the corners, and he squeezes Will's hand again carefully. "I think it may be the most interesting adventures either one of us has ever gone on. I, for one, cannot wait to see where it takes us."

The laugh bubbles out of him, completely unbidden, and if nothing else he realizes that one's soulmate can pull what is real from you. Nothing fake, nothing that did not come from himself.

"I promise, you shall have a first row seat." Jack was going to be furious - but there was nothing that either one of them could do about it. Ethically, everyone would know it would be unsound. Hannibal did not really care for ethics per say, but he did care about being able to continue his career. It was, after all, an excellent cover.

He wet his lips, rubbing his fingers along Will's own hand. "When would you like to get our not banal coffee?"

Will considers the question for a moment. not entirely sure what he wants tos ay. If he's honest, there's a part of him that wants to get up and go right now. To start this off and see where it goes sooner rather than later, but he doesn't say that just yet.

"How do you feel about tomorrow night?"

He's smiling as he says it, not even trying to hold it back anymore. "Unless you have a timeframe in mind?"

Hannibal's smile, he feels, most encompass some of the fierce feeling of joy that comes to him then. He is not surprised, Will has brought him this feeling more than once. Brilliant, beautiful Will, whose smile Hannibal is going to capture on paper as soon as he is alone.

Perhaps this very scene, memorized for the Memory Palace, and for his own private enjoyment. More satisfying than the Wound Man.

"I feel that it cannot come soon enough." He answers truthfully, and no, he has not let go of Will's hand yet. He is enjoying the warmth of Will's flesh, feeling the fine bones in this calloused hand. "Would you like to meet me here, or there?"

"Here," he says. "Then where we end up from there can be a surprise." Which he normally would not embrace quite as much as he is but well, so much of this has been unexpected, he may as well see how far he can take it.

Shifting just a little, he looks down at their hands, his fingers moving to wrap around Hannibal's hand and keep it still for a moment. Yes, he thinks to himself, this is right. Whether it is anything beyond that remains to be seen, but it is definitely Right.

"You know," he says, slowly, like he's trying out the words as he speaks them. "I think I'm still waiting for this to turn out to be a lie somehow. Except, and here's the thing, I know it's not. It all makes too much sense for it to be anything else."

Hannibal's pleased to hear that, more than he can say. That Will, of all people, is embracing the unknown that will be their relationship, touches Hannibal more than he can say. Then Will takes his hand and wraps it around Hannibal's and for a moment ... he forgets to break. Forgets how to think. Just soaks in the warmth and calluses of the hand within his.

Yet his mind finally kicks again, and he finds himself nodding slowly, "I know precisely what you mean. We - this - makes perfect sense. It is simply the events that have led up to this that leave me feeling ... as if we were in a disjointed novel by George Orwell."

He looks up at Will, "Yet, we are perfect in ourselves." Suddenly, "...I wish you would stay for dinner. I do not want to let you out of my sight, for some reason."

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