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Family Affairs:

Hannibal Family Pt. 9: @iloveslasher @charliedawn

Hannibal’s POV:

It had been a few weeks since I started hypnosis therapy on Newt, and things were going well. They seemed happy, and Peter was more than happy. In fact, this was probably the happiest I’d seen him in a while. His anxiety had decreased significantly. He still stuttered quite a bit, but he didn’t fidget as much. Almost always holding Newt’s hand.

I was a tad worried about the Codependency issue that was rearing it’s head, and so was Morgan. Morgan took family a little more seriously than Kevin did, and therefore was fiercely protective. He’d check in on them when they were at home. Even though I assured him it was unnecessary.

Today was a rare day, visitation day with Hannibal Sr. Everyone was already downstairs for breakfast except for the youngest two.

“Late for breakfast again.” Morgan commented .

I chuckled under my breath, preparing the tofu scramble for the others.

“I bet they’re canoodling.”

“Kevin, don’t be crude.”

Kevin rolled his eyes and as punishment I made him set the table.

“You have to be on your best behaviour today, we’re visiting your father.”

“What are we doing with the kid?” Morgan asked curiously.

“They’re coming with us. Hannibal will want to meet them. Since they live here now. I’m sure he won’t be to pleased that I didn’t talk to him first, but he did put me in charge while he’s in prison.” I explained calmly.

Kevin snickered under his breath. I could tell the boy was going to be a handful today. He grew antsy when he didn’t kill for too long. It was like an impulse he couldn’t control. To break up the conversation, Peter finally came down.

“You’re late.” I stated simply.

“Sorry-“ he began.

“Sorry Hannibal, it was my fault, couldn’t find a sweater to wear this morning and I asked Peter for his help.” Newt jumped in to his rescue.

Something they did a lot, when they thought he was in trouble. They sheltered him in a way. As if they were scared to disappoint him.

“And you settled on that?” Kevin asked.

They frowned.

“My sister gave me this sweater.” They frowned.

Morgan’s head perked up at that. We were all thinking the same thing.

“Sister?” He asked.

They nodded.

“Before she left for college she gave me some of her old clothes.”

“You’ve never spoken about her before.” I said, placing the food down before them.

“You never asked.”

“I didn’t know about her either” Peter said defeated.

“I can tell you guys about her if you want. I didn’t think any of you would care.” They said honestly.

“Only if you wish to my dear.”

They shrugged.

“I’d rather hear about Hannibal Sr. You said we’re going to visit him today right?”

“Yes, and what did I tell you?”

“Stay behind you, be quiet, only speak when spoken to, and be polite.” The reiterated.

“Good.”

“Are you scared?” Kevin tried to rile them up.

“Why would I be?”

“Because he’s an evil murderous Cannibal.” Kevin spoke.

I rolled my eyes at his antics. Newt blinked, starring at him. Well, not staring, they always avoided eye contact, but they starred in his general direction.

“So- so are you, Kevin. Kevin did you forget what you’re eating right now? I’m not stupid, I know that why Hannibal always gives me Peter’s food.” They said.

Kevin chuckled darkly, apparently achieving what he was aiming for with that comment.

“Unless you’re suggesting your Father is going to break out of prison and eat me, I don’t understand why I should be concerned.”

“Who knows, maybe he will.”

Kevin shoved some breakfast sausage into his mouth, staring at them intently.

“Kevin, stop trying to scare the poor thing. It’s not going to work.” Morgan scolded his brother.

“Yeah, dad would never!” Peter chimed it.

“Kevin, I do hope you realise you’re not going to be rid of me that easily. Hannibal has expected me into this house, unless he kicks me out you’re kinda stuck with me.” They said.

I smiled at how kindly they referred to me. They’d grown to trust me more. And see this place as their home already. We just need Seniors approval of the young child. But I think they fit in perfectly with our messed up little family. Peter certainly enjoys no longer being the youngest.

“Kevin does somewhat have a point, you have to-“

“Be on my best behaviour. Yes, Hannibal, I know. I do listen when you talk. Unlike somebody” they glanced at Kevin.

I wasn’t too concerned, this is how Kevin acted with Peter when he first got here. Always pushing and testing, seeing if they’re worthy.

“I promise to show the utmost respect to your father. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.”

I couldn’t help the small smile that broke onto my face. I often thought Peter’s mannerisms where cute, being he was the shyest of all of us. But Newt was ten fold, adorable in a way that shouldn’t be possible for someone who’s witnessed the things they have.

“No needles.” Peter mumbled.

They rolled their eyes at him.

“Scaredy cat.” They joked.

The rest of breakfast went off without a hitch. Morgan Insisted on going ahead in his own car. Kevin, Newt and Peter rode with me. The car ride was silent, Kevin staring out the window, and Peter and Newt using their headphones to watch some sort of video in the back seat.

I looked through the review and could see Newt play with the end of their hair. A nervous tic they had. I offered them a small smile as they met my eyes in the mirror. They gave one in return. As we pulled up I put the car in park.

“Are you all ready to go in?”

Kevin gave me a shrug, Peter and Newt both nodded.They walked slowly behind Peter, holding onto his hand for comfort. Kevin made a noise of disgust and pushed past them to get ahead of us. I’m not sure why he was in such a mood today but I’d have to discuss it with him later. Things were going smoothly at first. We got all checked in, and I explained to the guards that Newt was family, so they should be added to the visitation registration.

I asked them to wait outside as I went in to greet Hannibal and Morgan. Peter rubbed his hand gentle against the back of their hand. Morgan seemed quite content with the alone time he got with his father, smiling brightly by the time I got there.

“Why hello Hannibal, father was just telling me about this new book he read.” Morgan greeted.

“Lovely.”

“Hello Jr. Morgan says you have news.” He said flatly.

“Yes. Morgan.” I said.

He got the cue to leave.

“Send the others in in about fifteen minuets.” I instructed.

He nodded and ducked out of the room, the guards quickly locking the doors again.

“Please do tell, you know how much I hate to waste time.”

“I know I’m supposed to run things by you, but there was a situation that needed to be handled and I didn’t have time to come to you first.”

“Oh?”

“We have a new family member, the paper work is still going through, but they will be a Lecter. Legally.”

“And you think they are worthy of such a title.”

“Yes, they’ve proven themself. Peter has taken a great liking to them and it would be cruel to separate them now.”

“And how is he, Peter. Still refusing to eat meat?”

“Yes. He still uncomfortable about it, he and Newt often eat together in his room for meal time.”

“Newt?”

“My apologies Father, the child I’ve adopted. Peter’s friend. Their name is Newt.”

“How peculiar. Have you brought them with you?”

“Of course, I wanted them to meet you. I felt it was important.”

“We’ll then, bring them in. That would make them my Grandchild would it not? The first.”

“As you wish.” I said.

They would be in soon with Morgan anyway. As the door opened, Kevin was the first to make it to us, eager as always to say hello. Then Morgan, and Peter and Newt trailed behind. Newt stayed firmly behind Peter, keeping their eyes on the ground. Hannibal said his hellos to everyone and stopped when he got to them.

“And who do we have here?” He asked.

They looked up, faltering slightly. Shifting on their feet nervously.

“Newt, Sir. It’s lovely to meet you.” They smiled.

They had a stray hair out of place that Peter was quick to fix for them.

“Step forward.”

They did so silently, still avoiding his gaze.

“Are you nervous child?” Hannibal asked, attempting to profile them.

“Hesitant, perhaps uneasy. But not nervous…”

Hannibal hummed, leaning closer to the glass.

“Closer.” He said.

They shook their head, standing their grand.

“I’m sorry Dr Lecter, but the guards said we’re not allowed to get close to the glass. I would not wish to get kicked out and cut your time with your children short. I think I’ll stay right here, thank you.” They spoke.

Their voice was clear and certain. Like a small creature who puffed up, to try to intimidate the predator.

“You’re avoiding eye contact.” He said simply.

“I do not like peoples eyes, Sir. They aren’t very kind, they’re quite confusing actually. Too many emotions to be discovered, people suck at hiding their eyes.”

I watched carefully, trying to gauge his interaction. He did at least seem intrigued, but I could tell he wasn’t a fan of how I went about things. But what could he do? He was in prison, life had to go on while he was locked up.

“May I talk to my new grandchild alone for a while?” Hannibal asked.

Morgan gave me a look of uncertainty, and Kevin simply smirked, patting them on the back with a “good luck” that meant nothing kind.

“Are you sure that’s the best idea?” I asked.

“Are you attempting to undermine my authority Jr?”

“No.”

“Good. I simply wish to get to know them better.”

I couldn’t tell if he was lying. I let out a sigh, turning to Newt.

“We’ll be right outside if you need anything, ok?”

They nodded. Peter seemed to struggle with the order, staying back for a moment.”

“It’s ok Petey, I got this.” They smiled at him.

He let go of their hand and followed me down the long hallway.

Newt’s POV:

I felt like a field mouse, in the open desert, surrounded by vultures. I could hear the sound of the other cell mates, making crude suggestions and hollering. I winced a little, wishing I could cover my ears. It was unsavoury, but I attempted to focus on Hannibal.

He was quite intimidating in person. Peter and told me many stories, and the fact that her rescued all of them meant he did have a heart. Even if it wasn’t as open as most people’s, it wouldn’t be impossible for me to find his. I watched as they all left, feeling suddenly aware of the lack of warmth from Peter no longer being at my side. I frowned.

“You’ve taken quite a liking to him.” Hannibal spoke.

It startled me, his voice was more commanding than his sons. He chuckled slightly at that.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Peter. You seem to like him the most.”

“Yes, he is my best friend. We do everything together.” I smiled.

“Everything?” He asked curiously.

I looked back at the cameras, knowing the guards were still watching.

“Most, everything.” I corrected.

“What is it you enjoy about his company?”

“He is kind, he was the first person to talk to me at school. And he’s protective, and funny. I remember the first time he tried to tell me a joke to cheer me up. It didn’t go so well. What is it that you like about him?” I chuckled.

“Are you asking what I like about my own child?”

“I suppose I am Dr. Most parents claim to not have favorites, but you must have one, right?”

I watched as he simply stared for a second, contemplating. Reading me, just like they all did when they thought I wasn’t paying attention.

“No Dear, I love them all equally.”

“Then you must be a good father.”

Another momentary pause, as if he was deciding what approach to take.

“Do you not see where we are standing he asked?”

“If you’re insulting being in prison makes you a bad father, I would have to respectfully disagree Dr Lecter. Your children adore you, and look up to you. You make them feel safe and loved, they have a place they call home, and they all go to bed at night fed and for the most part happy. They were quite excited to come see you today, at least I know Peter was. If you were bad, they wouldn’t come visit you.” I explained.

“Quite the perceptive little thing aren’t you?” He chuckled darkly. “I see why my eldest has taken a liking to you. You remind me of that friend of his, Will, I believe his name is.”

“I’m not sure how to take that Sir, but I will assume it was a compliment. So thank you. May I ask you a question?”

He nodded as if to tell me to go ahead.

“What do you do for fun in here? It must be lonely.”

“That sounds like two questions my dear.”

“No, I believe it was a question and a statement.”

“Believe?”

“My apologises, I know.”

“That’s better. You should honestly work on your confidence if you’re going to be a Lecter.”

“Noted.”

“But to answer your question, I read.”

“Do you have any favorites?”

“Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky, I suppose. I prefer longer works.”

I hummed in response. It felt awkward, standing so far away when I wanted to get closer. I wanted to know what Peter sees in him. To experience his aura, that was all wonky from this far back. It felt impersonal and distanced, which made me sad. This was no way to meet someone who meant so much to Peter and his family.

I absentmindedly took another step forward. My mind clouding with millions of questions that I didn’t want to bombard the older man with. Hannibal did ask me to be polite after all. Another step, until I was just inches from the glass. I hadn’t spoken a single word, lost in my own head.

“Carful Deary, you’re nearly touching the glass.” Dr Lecter’s voice was low and menacing.

A sound that sent a shiver down my spine. The way he was looking at me made me uneasy. But he was right, I had gotten closer, what was I thinking. At least the guards didn’t seem upset.

“Oh.” Was all I said. Then I remembered the book I had tucked in my cardigan. “Peter wanted me to give this too you.” I said.

I looked back at the camera as if to ask for permission, when nobody came in to stop me, I reached for the little draw lock on the side of his cell. I slid the book inside, and was about to close the draw so it was back on his side, when a hand grabbed mine, from the angle I was at, the camera wouldn’t be able to see him grab onto me. Clever. He didn’t speaking, simply turning my hand over in his and looking at it intently.

He seemed to take note of the marks that littered my wrists. He pressed into one of them, and I didn’t dare speak or make a noise. Of course I was a little scared, but I would be foolish to get their father into trouble. So I kept my mouth shut and watched his every movement. As he pressed deeper, his nail gentle broke the surface of my skin, a small bead of blood forming.

He finally dropped my hand and I pulled away, pushing the draw closed and backing up a few steps, looking at my wrist then back up at him. He grabbed the book with one hand, and brought the other hand, with a drop of my blood on it, up to his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment, savouring the taste.

“Thank you, Little Lamb” Was all he said.

He was gesturing to the book, but I could tell that wasn’t what he talked about. He must be starving. Of course he was, he was a cannibal locked up in prison, he hasn’t had human meat for a long time. I sort of felt bad for him. I gave him a simple nod, pulling my cardigan down to cover my slightly bleeding wrist.

“Perhaps I shall go retrieve Peter, he’ll want to hear you thank him for the book.”

I was quick to rush out of there, the unease of the whole situation setting in. I just went to prison to visit a cannibal, and was foolish enough to allow him to get a taste of my blood. What would the others say if I told them? Perhaps it was best they didn’t know. Especially Peter, he would flip.

Peter sprung up from the bench when he saw me.

“So, how did it go?” He asked.

“I think he likes me.” I said confused.

“Oh trust me, you would know if our father didn’t like you little dove.” Morgan spoke up.

I didn’t like the way he said that. I didn’t like anything about this place at all!

An: I’ll introduce the sister next chapter I guess, I wanted to add more drama to the story so, new character! Yay! I just gotta figure them out.

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