Secret Santa for Katrelle - Drabbles! (Hannibal, Harry Potter)

[Hawkeye]

Hi @Katrelle - I'm your secret Santa! I apologize for the lateness, but here is the first half of your SECRET SANTA DRABBLES! (Part 2 coming ASAP) I hope you enjoy! 

 

Prompt: Bed – Harry Potter
 
“Hey, Padfoot, where do you want this?” James shouted from the top of the stairs, holding up a large, covered owl cage (that most certainly did not have an owl in it, but beyond that, he had no idea).
 
“Just...somewhere up here for now!” Sirius called back vaguely from underneath the bed, his voice muffled.
 
“Sirius,” Remus began conversationally, his voice thick with congestion, his head becoming visible around the corner of the stairwell behind James. “Remind me again why we chose quite possibly the dustiest flat in...” He paused, his nose twitching, the oversized box he was carefully levitating in front of him wobbling precariously. “In the entire neighborhood?” He managed to gently wrangle the carton down onto the ground. “Heh-ISHOO! KTCHOO!”
 
“Bless you.” Sirius wriggled out from under the bed, wand successfully retrieved from when he had dropped it, dark hair streaked with dust. “Because both of us are still only a couple years out of Hogwarts and this is the only one we can afford?”
 
“Huh...heh-ETSCHOO! Good point.”
 
 
Prompt: Accent – Hannibal (set mid-season 1)
 
“Do you have an appointment?”
 
“Do you have a beer?”
 
Alana sees the corners of Hannibal’s mouth quirk upwards as he steps back from the door, letting her in. It’s almost like a script, a choreographed dance between the two of them, as familiar as a well-loved book or the scent of a freshly made bed. She stops by, sometimes unannounced, sometimes planned ahead of time, and the two of them talk – about the mundane, about Abigail, rarely about Will – it varies.
 
Today, however, is different, although Alana can’t quite place her finger on it at first. Something is...off about Hannibal, a tiny crack in his immaculately constructed façade. A slight nasal twang that hints at congestion, a faint pink tinge edging his nose, his voice gently scraping through the barest hint of hoarseness. Alana can count on one hand the number of times she has seen her friend and mentor sick, and –
 
“Heh...eh-ISHMmph! HRSHhh! Excuse me.”
 
Her thoughts are interrupted by the sudden sneezes – sharp, restrained, and only half-stifled. “Gesundheit,” she murmurs as Hannibal turns to face her again. 
 
“Thank you,” Hannibal says, ushering Alana to the couch. “What brings you to my door today?”

“Just hoping to unwind a little, I guess.” Alana sits, not yet shrugging her coat off. “But I can do that somewhere else if you're feeling unwell?”

Hannibal waves off her concern. “Merely a touch of a cold.” He sits next to Alana, but his dismissal, however, is immediately betrayed by his own body, his chiseled nose creasing slightly as he quickly turns away again. “HRschh! Eh...heh-ISHOO! My apologies.” He sniffles once, producing a handkerchief from somewhere to lightly dab at the edges of his nose before facing Alana again. “How's Abigail?” he asks, congestion sharpening the edges of his accent.

“Bless you. She's...progressing, however slowly,” Alana says. “She has good days and bad days, you know how that goes.”

“Mm.” Once again Alana sees a flash of annoyance in Hannibal’s face in the split second before he ducks his head into the crook of his elbow again. “HhSHWW! Hh...HSCHEUUH!”

“Bless you.” Alana is taken aback for a moment at the deep sniffle that follows - she doesn't think she's ever heard the esteemed Dr. Lecter make such an undignified sound before. “You should really go get some rest, Hannibal,” she adds, standing up. “So I won't keep you any longer.”

“Are those doctor’s orders, Dr. Bloom?” Hannibal asks, a smile quirking on the corner of his mouth.

Alana smiles back as they walk towards the door. “Feel better soon.”

[Guest]

Hello!! I'm sorry I'm late replying to this but these are lovely, thank you! Very excited that there might be part 2 as well

Yay! They're both just really great. I love that you wrote Hannibal being sick (and also your signature gif is so hot). It was really in character, particularly the dialogue. And they're both really funny which I love in drabbles.

Thank you!!

[Hawkeye]

@Katrelle - as promised, here is Part 2!

 

Prompt: Kiss - Harry Potter

“Moony,” Sirius announced loudly from the bedroom, his voice croaking slightly in the middle of the word. “You’ve been gone for an entire eternity and I’m pretty sure -” he paused here to let out a series of deep, rasping coughs. “- pretty sure I’m dying.” This was punctuated by a prolonged sniffle.

Remus appeared in the doorway a moment later, carefully balancing a tray with a mug of tea, a bowl of soup, and a small pile of handkerchiefs on it. “You have a cold, Sirius, not the lung pox.” He set the tray on bedside table and perched on the edge of the mattress, reaching a hand out to feel Sirius’s forehead. “And besides, I was in the kitchen for all of ten minutes.”

“Huh….eh-ITSCHOO! But what if I had died, Moony?” Sirius persisted. “In those ten minutes.”

Remus laughed. “Here, I made you some tea.” He handed the mug to Sirius, keeping his hand on the mug to steady it while Sirius let out another “TSCHOO! Ih….ih-SCHEW!” before releasing it.

“Thanks, babe,” Sirius mumbled absently.

Remus leaned forward and dropped a kiss on Sirius’s forehead. “Any time.”
 

Prompt: Cat - Hannibal

Will jumped at the sound of the doorbell, not a common sound in his house, especially on a quiet, snowy Saturday afternoon. He set down the pliers and stood up from his desk, stretching his neck to work out the kinks after hunching over his latest fishing fly.

The sight that awaited him as he opened the door was even more unexpected - Dr. Hannibal Lecter stood there, coat lightly flecked with snow, a black knit hat in one hand. “Dr. Lecter,” Will said, suddenly conscious of his sweatpants and bare feet.

“I apologize for dropping by like this,” Hannibal said. “But you left this at my office the other day and I thought you might need it.” He held up the hat, and Will took it, acutely aware of the fact that he could have sworn he just heard Hannibal sniffle, and he was sure his eyes looked a touch on the red side.

“Thank you,” he said, suddenly more focused on what was in Hannibal’s other hand - a small black...kitten? “And….that?” He indicated.

Hannibal suddenly turned his head away, stifling a sneeze into the crook of his free elbow. “Eh-ISHMmmph! I saw it on the side of the road on the way here. I didn’t want to leave it out there, but I...cannot have a cat in my home. So I - hrsssh! - thought you might like to keep it.”

Will stared for a moment, carefully filing away this piece of information in his mental “Facts I Know About Hannibal Lecter” folder. “Of course,” he finally said, taking the kitten from Hannibal. “Would you like to come in?”

“Thank you, but I have to be getting back.” Hannibal sniffled again, precisely once. “I’ll see you next week, Will.”

[tenderwarrior]

Oh, Clint! I loved these! The drabble "Cat" was definitely my favorite. I love cat allergies

[lifelove1]

Mmm, those Hannibal drabbles are excellent  Would love to read more from you!

[LifeOfTheMarauders]

The HP Marauder drabbles were PURE HEAVEN.  If you could do another one (preferably an allergic Sirius, but I'm not picky) that would be spectacular!