You Will Pay For This, Karen.

“You will pay for this, Karen.”

Via Cats2K

P o p e i s a r o c k s t a r ☆ ☆ ☆

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"Patiently Waiting For the Answers"

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Hannibal greatly got off on how oblivious you were to his everyday secrets, let alone the numerous “questionable” things he’d taken part in in the house, right under your nose. Only Hannibal knows how many times you’ve watched him cook an acquaintance, and he’d like to keep it that way. He loved you, of course, but he had his own agenda and reasons for living this second life that he would appreciate you staying out of, on your own accord. It would be his decision to let you partake, even if you knew what you were doing, more so eating, or not. Hannibal had his own power over you and he knew that you grew more and more suspicious of his secluded life and the constant sniffing noses of the FBI. He was aiding them, of course you knew that, but you noticed men showing up at... more odd times of the night and lurking around the house more than usual. It’s surely suspicious in the movies, so that should carry over to real life, right?

Your lover already knew this, of course, he had to watch himself from the FBI that kept tabs on him but they didn’t have anything against him at this point, just odd timing. It’s not like you’re going to be of any help to their pestering questions either, but that’s just how he likes to keep it. Anyone can turn on him, that’s something he’s all too familiar with, so let's just keep you close to him but more so in a protective case, free from his messes. You’re a piece of art he’s casing himself, a delicate little dish that doesn’t know any better and needs to be wrapped in the finest cloth and set somewhere sturdy. There’s only so much he can do from keeping your suspicions low, however. You were a nosey little mouse.

“Hannibal, why do different men keep showing up to the house?” you begged, seeing as they lurked and peered in the most invasive ways while you went about your day. “Colleagues dear, don’t fret.” “Well tell them to stop poking around the bedroom at least,” you huffed. He smiled at how ignorant you were to the situations but that only made him love you more, watching as you stare cross-armed at the windows daily, shooing away the detective unknowingly investigating him, how kind of you, yet he would bring up their intrusive and discourteous peaking in private windows, he’d give you that. No matter how much Hannibal kept you out of his dirty work, you were always in his plans to make sure you were either safe or had your own alibi of sorts. Your safety was a priority of his that he took very seriously, and when rude pesters sniff around and make you uncomfortable, Hannibal takes that very seriously and to heart in some cases. Now while he isn’t able to have his way with them for obvious reasons, they are noted in his mind.

You started asking those questions more and more often with him, oftentimes coming home to you crossing your arms and tapping your foot impatiently at him. Explaining how you just had a long, totally not suspicious interrogation about him while he was away all he can do is softly smile at you, “Did you give all my secrets away, my Dear?” Damn, he’s off the hook once more with that smooth voice of his and those damn eyes. Your Hannibal could do nothing wrong ever, right? Every other week or so you’d greet Hannibal with that “really” look once he got home as you had just gotten done with another suspiciously timed visit. A few times Hannibal even came home to interrupt the men sitting ill-mannered in his den as he gracefully escorted them out. The quite literally hunger in Hannibal grows every time you report to him about these people bothering his home, more importantly bothering you.

In attempts to save you from further questioning for a while he puts his side work down and accompanies you in hopes of making it up to you for their rudeness. Of course he has his own work lined up so that things are still moving while he’s on this “break,” but more importantly he gets to prove to you, more so himself, that you will forever be his priority. You’ve rightfully gained that through the years and deep inside, he does feel a little bit of guilt for what you’ve had to go through. Not guilty for his own doings and doing so subtly around you, but for how your innocence and patience ever so quickly wears thin from all the poking and prodding. It’s rude for anyone to do that, no matter what their partner may get into, and God forbid someone else than him taint you in any way. Should he let you in on his secondary life? Should he see if you seek it out yourself? What would happen if he told you, what would you think? Would you leave? Stay? Maybe join him, maybe give him away? He couldn’t tell.

“Shall we take a walk, dear?” Hannibal inquired. “Yes,” you happily agreed, “But we have to talk, Hannibal.” Ah, so today was the day, it seems as though your patience ran out much quicker than he thought. Hannibal held your arm as the two of you slowly walked out into the bustling town, honestly loud enough to share his secrets without anyone picking up a word, but not quite good enough. However, he would let you take the first moves, perhaps you’ll catch him off guard with some more innocent topic? No, you may have been patient but you weren’t stupid. Anyone having been poked by agents a few times a week could smell something odd brewing, Hannibal knew that. Which is exactly why he would be ready to tell you, how you reacted to the truth depended on the outcome. Deep down he wished you could just always live oblivious next to him so that he could come home to some sort of normality, but he equally wanted you to be a part of him as a whole but it was much too dangerous and tedious to just let anyone in. Hannibal was a game player, you were his reward at the end of the day. Technically, the only association to the game was behind a one way mirror.

Hannibal solemnly walked beside you, taking in your presence as it might be his last with you, alive that is if he really went along with one of the many endings in his plans. His hand squeezed your arm gently as he led you to a bench on the lonelier side of the vast and beautiful park, the breeze gently blowing little strands of hair across your face as you sat. Scrunching your nose in the wind you look out at the sunny skyline above the trees, grazing across parents with their kids in the grass, a picnic, a tiring game of ball and fetch. Hannibal kept his eyes on your figure, watching as subtle gears turned in your head figuring out just how to start this conversation or… more so confrontation. If Hannibal happened to let out some deep dark secret how would you even handle it? Was a public space even some place decent enough to drop something like that? Would you be able to keep your composure? What if the two of you took this walk for no reason just for him to deny any involvement with why they were showing up so frequently? Maybe, all of this would just go away on its own and you were overthinking, maybe you should try to hold out a bit more and they’ll just stop showing up. Did you even want to possibly tarnish the loving relationship you had with him?

You looked down at your hands intertwined with his, giving them a soft reassuring squeeze as you lifted your eyes up to his, his eyes ever so calm and accepting. “Hannibal,” you sighed, smiling ever so softly at him, “Please, I’d like for you to be truthful to me. I don’t know if I even want to know what you’re up to or if you’re even up to anything but the amount of times I’ve been interrupted at the house by agents asking the same questions is aggravating and concerning. I’m not upset at you Han, but if there is something I should know or… I guess keep quiet,” you chuckled, “Please, fill me in. Tell me every God awful thing you possibly could have done and just let me love you like you never even told me. I don’t want to be against you, I’m not stupid Hannibal I know you’re a smart man with things on the side to do and you’re aware of the agents but I don’t like not being in the loop when it comes to you and possibly your safety, or mine for that case. I know you’d do anything to protect me but there has to be some way I can return the favor. You don’t have to tell me too much but at least let me know that there is something more going on. There’s only so much I can take and have the patience for.”

Taking every word you say deep into thought, all your lover could do was stare at you in subtle amazement as you actively wanted to know his… “wrong” doings. Certainly a different turn and a much more well spoken plea to be informed that he thought. You were correct in many aspects though, Hannibal had taken great measure to make sure you were protected and knew absolutely well that you were far from stupid. Hannibal had also seen how well you handled pressure on more than one occasion but this was a much different kind of “secret” to keep. Could he genuinely trust you to keep your composure with this new information? Was he even going to actually tell you yet? He wasn’t sure. But you might be ready, the amount of trust and love he has for you is sickening, hopefully you reciprocate those same sickening feelings. You’re going to need them from this day on.

“Just let me love you like you never even told me” repeated over and over in his mind, it was odd. You meant it, the look in your soft eyes and smile said so. The amount of times Hannibal had studied your face and expression was exhausting and this day was no different, you were being genuine. You were being genuine. You were smart, why put yourself in this kind of unknown danger? It would take a bit to set in for him, longer than he’s used to.. “Let’s go home dear, we can talk over dinner.” A walk home should be enough time for it, though.

"Hard work pays off. Dreams come true. Bad times don't last, but bad guys do."

Rest easy, Scott. You are missed and loved by so many. 💜🤘

"Tag, You're It"

The Grabber x Reader (18+ - non explicit)

TW- swearing, choking, mild hand kink, kidnapper vibes

A/N - It's here! I just want to start by thanking all of you for encouraging me to write again. The feedback was overwhelming and I'm so grateful and happy to put this out.

I wanna lay down a couple of ground rules before we get into the story. Yes, I know that The Grabber is probably gonna be ooc in this. But I just wanna get a feel for him (😏) before the movie comes out- and hopefully this will tide us all over until the 24th.

At this time I'm not accepting any criticism on my writing. This is practice for me to get back into writing again, and I'm comfortable where I'm at right now.

If anyone has any requests for The Grabber that aren't too specific (since I don't know his character 100% yet), I will accept them. No guarantees on timeliness since I work full time, but I promise to try my best!

Song: "Tag, You're It" - Melanie Martinez

https://youtu.be/RLYlMq6MU2s

And on to the story! Enjoy, and let me know if you'd like to see more!

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Looking at me through your window

Boy, you had your eye out for a little

"I'll cut you up and make you dinner

You've reached the end, you are the winner"

Work had run over, again. And of all days to get out of work later than usual, it just had to be today.

You squinted your eyes until they hurt- a futile attempt to keep the burning heat of the setting sun out of your vision. For seven thirty in the evening, it sure was bright out. You knew this wouldn't last, though. Before you would arrive home, the sun would have long set, and the world around you would slowly be dipped into a coating of cool darkness. This realization made your heart rate and footsteps quicken in unison. You didn't want to be out after dark, but what option did you have when walking was your only way to get home on this muggy July evening? Your car was out of commission, and your ride had flaked again. Home was halfway across town, tucked in one of the many corners of an outlying city suburb- quiet and calm for the most part, but not altogether.

You didn't often watch the news, but when something happened in your back yard, you took notice. There had been rumblings, hushed whispers of a lone black van patrolling through various neighborhoods in the area. No one knew what to make of it exactly. Not a soul had seen the vehicle's driver, and not a soul knew what the entity behind the wheel wanted. This was enough to tie knots in the stomachs of already stressed single mothers, and local public schools had communicated that something was amiss. You couldn't help but wonder yourself what was going on. You had yet to see this mysterious locomotive or it's operator, and you couldn't deny your doubts about the story's legitimacy. A big scary man in a big scary van sounded like a stereotype used to scare children away from talking to strangers. What, did he have free candy too?

Rolling down your tinted window

Driving next to me real slow, he said

"Let me take you for a joyride

I've got some candy for you inside"

Your sneakers slapped quietly against the hot pavement. You had made it out of the city, but that was only about half of your journey. The cool evening air brushed against the back of your neck, sending a chill down your spine. You had been lost inside your own head for the majority of your walk home. Was that the safest idea? Probably not, but you would much rather fill your head with thoughts of the comforts of home than the anxiety your commute was bringing you this evening.

The low, smooth rumble of a large vehicle pulled you out of your thinking. You looked up to the road ahead, but didn't see any cars traveling down the street towards you. You swallowed the smallest lump in your throat, not daring to look behind you. A sinking feeling came over you. If the vehicle behind you was going past you down the road, it would've done so by now. This one was keeping pace with you.

You took a quick glance to your left and instantly felt time around you come to a screeching halt. Darkness itself had come upon you. The large, blacked out van came to a halt next to you the very second you noticed it. You hesitated, half curious half terrified. You had no control over your legs at this point- they felt heavy, like you were sinking into the very concrete beneath your feet. Taking a deep breath and letting it out shakily, you steeled yourself for what what to come. After what felt like an eternity, the tinted window of the vans passenger side rolled down. Piercing blue eyes, thinly veiled by large-frame sunglasses, immediately locked into contact with your own, sending a shockwave throughout your body. Though partially hidden by shadow, the man inside was clearly dangerous. He eyed you like a hungry wolf looking at it's next meal.

You both held each other's gaze for what felt like an eternity before the strange man in the van spoke. "Say bunny, you believe in magic?" His voice was low and gravely, and you didn't have to see his face fully to know he was grinning. You opened your mouth to speak, but it was as if your voice had been stolen, as not a sound would to leave your throat.

Running through the parking lot

He chased me and he wouldn't stop

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

Grabbed my hand, pushed me down

Took the words right out my mouth

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

Can anybody hear me I'm hidden under ground

Can anybody hear me am I talking to myself

Saying, "tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it"

He's saying, "tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it"

The man took your silence as enough an answer and rolled the darkened window back up before popping the driver's side door open and climbing out of the van. You mistook the sound of his footsteps against the pavement as that of your own heart hammering in your chest. The man didn't stop until he was mere inches away from you, finally granting you the ability to see his features fully. He made you feel much like a bunny- a nervous little rabbit with a fluttering little heart. You were his prey. His form towered over your own, making you feel smaller by the second. His features were distinguished- curly, reddish brown locks framed a strong, lightly stubbled jaw. Your gaze slowly crept upward. You drank in his features, taking in every little detail until you met his eyes again. His eyes were the most unsettling part of his face. They displayed the potential for so much feeling, yet they remained totally unreadable. You couldn't tell what he was thinking and that scared you most of all.

"Magic supplies, huh?" Your voice finally came back to you, although quiet, as you quickly glanced to the bright blue writing imprinted on the side of the imposing man's vehicle. "What's a magician doing out at this hour? Pretty sure all the birthday parties are done for the day." You quirked a brow upward slightly. Where your sudden boldness came from, you didn't know. Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was Maybeline. Or maybe it was the fact that you'd had a long day and your capacity for fucks given had been maxed out. Regardless, the man found humor in your attitude change, and your voice seemed to mesmerize him. His toothy grin spread from ear to ear and a melodic chuckle escaped him. "I like your spunk, bunny. But I think you've got me all wrong. Im not exactly the party goin' type." He rolled his shoulders. "But you never answered my question." He stepped closer to you, now a hair's breadth away from you. It was almost a challenge, like he'd hoped you'd back away if he entered your space. You stood firm, and not just because you still felt like your knees would buckle if you tried to take even the smallest step. "Do you believe in magic?" He asked again. Any hint of playfulness left his tone and his voice dropped an octave. If you weren't in this situation, you'd almost find his voice sexy- but that was a train of thought for another time.

Little bit of poison in me

I can taste your skin in my teeth

"I love it when I hear you breathing

I hope to god you're never leaving"

"I guess I might." You replied as cooly as possible. "Why?" As soon as it had left, the raggedy male's smile returned. You could've sworn he was actually excited with your response. "I am oh so glad you asked, my little lamb." He clapped his hands together and motioned you toward the back of his van. "I've got a little magic trick for ya!" For the first time in your little encounter, he reached out and touched you. His calloused hand grasped your shoulder and guided you to turn around. His grip wasn't painful. It was firm, but oddly careful- like he didn't want to scre you off just yet. You shivered, moving amicably with his direction. You had no idea why you were still here. You should've run the moment you saw... him. But there was just something about him that had pulled you in. Like a beautiful, unfamiliar snake found in the woods- you don't know if it's poisonous yet, but it'll sure hurt like hell either way when it bites.

As if in slow motion, you moved around to the back of the magician's van. He lightly squeezed your shoulder, as if encouraging you to keep walking. Or perhaps it was a reminder of potential consequences if you didn't. When you reached your destination, the man removed his hand from your shoulder and reached out to open the large back doors of the vehicle. You inched backwards the slightest bit. It was almost as if yoou could feel the aura coming from inside the van. It was dark and almost... malevolent. Your stomach lurched with the sudden groan made by the doors as they were yanked open by the magician. Another step back, but this time... he noticed.

Running through the parking lot

He chased me and he wouldn't stop

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

Grabbed my hand, pushed me down

Took the words right out my mouth

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

Can anybody hear me I'm hidden under ground

Can anybody hear me am I talking to myself

Saying, "tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it"

He's saying, "tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it"

"Hey now. Where are ya goin, bunny?" You could hear the twinge of frustration in his voice as he looked back to you. His eyes were stern as they met with yours, but you could swear to god you almost saw the slightest glimmer of disappointment in his baby blue hues. Did he really just not want you to go? Conflict began to simmer in the pit of your gut. On one hand, your morbid curiosity was pulling you in more and more by the second. That and, something else... something that sent a heat creeping up from the pit of your stomach, fluttering into your chest, and rising up your throat to your cheeks that flushed with this new warmth. Fuck.

Were you stupid? Probably. Were you gonna die because you were stupid? Hopefully not. There was also something so intoxicatingly fascinating about the man. You knew you weren't supposed to feel this way about something so dangerous, but here you were- going against your better judgement and ignoring your knee jerk reaction to turn tail and run like the little "bunny" he kept referring to you as.

"Nowhere-" You replied in a breathy whisper. He was pulling the air from your lungs without even trying, and oh he knew it. "Good. Trust me, I'll make it worth you while." He stepped towards you and reached a hand out to you, forcing you to shut your eyes- half in anticipation, half bracing for impact. You were surprised by the gentleness he used as his large, calloused hand grasped your chin. He tilted your face upward, beckoning you to open your eyes and look at him once again. He looked ever so enticing as he gazed upon you. His body language oozed confidence and swagger. He knew he was in control. His thumb brushed your lower lip, ghosting over the lightly chapped flesh for a fleeting moment. "Say, what's that behind your ear?" His fingers danced across the skin of your cheek towards the shell of your ear. He deftly tucked your soft hair behind your ear before materializing a black rose before your very eyes. "Where were you hiding this?" He questioned with a deep, rumbling chuckle. You were almost baffled, almost. But then again, you were far too focused on his hand to pay any attention to, well, anything else.

Eenie meenie miny mo

Get your lady by her toes

If she screams, don't let her go

Eenie meenie miny mo

Your mother said to pick the very best girl

And I am

He noticed your hesitation and nudged the clearly artificial flower towards you, encouraging you to take it. "For my lovely assistant." He remarked with a wink. You took the rose with shaking hands. This clearly pleased the man, as he almost seemed to swell with some sort of twisted pride. "See bunny? I ain't so bad." He cocked his hip to the side and waved his hands outward defensively, showing you his empty... large palms. You half nodded, switching your gaze between him and the rose. "And that's not all-" He lunged forward. His fingers wrapped around your throat. He squeezed, digging into the delicate skin of your neck as he ripped the air out of your lungs. He lifted you off the ground like you weighed nothing at all. You choked and struggled to fight against him, but it made no difference. He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear and his hot breath fanning over your neck. "Didn't anyone teach you not to talk to strangers?"

Running through the parking lot

He chased me and he wouldn't stop

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

Grabbed my hand, pushed me down

Took the words right out my mouth

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

Running through the parking lot

He chased me and he wouldn't stop

Tag, you're it, tag, you're it

Grabbed my hand, pushed me down

Took the words right out my mouth

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it.

As soon as he grabbed you, he dropped you to the hot concrete below. You landed in a fit of gasps and coughs. The world seemed to spin and swirl around you in a frenzy of muted colors. The heated evening air burned your throat as your lungs drank it in. Once you gained your bearings again, you looked around and saw the magician was gone. He had disappeared like black smoke in the night, leaving you alone once again. You had no clue how you were still alive in the moment, but you decided not to question your fate. Thinking to any great depth hurt far too much. Your bloodshot eyes shot down to the black artificial rose that remained clutched in your grip. You slowly opened your palm to see a small tag attached to the plastic stem. You grasped it with trembling fingers and pulled it from your fuzzy periphery and into focus for further inspection. The tag was blank, aside from a sloppily written digits that, when put together, made a phone number. Your vision was fading. You grew increasingly dizzy by the second, but you fumbled in your pocket for your phone. Dialing the number, you brought the device to your ear with little hesitation, seemingly pushed onward by an unseen force. It rang once- you felt increasingly lightheaded. Twice- your vision began to fade. By the third ring, your back hit the pavement. As consciousness began to fade, you heard the distinct words that pushed you over the brink and plunged you into darkness.

"Tag, you're it."

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