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Slaughtered Lambs

Hannibal x reader

Word count: 1005

Hannibal knew his wife wasn’t normal. Even when he first met her, under the bunny facade that she put on he knew something darker lay underneath. Even in the mundane things that his wife did Hannibal found a scent of darkness. He looked at her, sitting beside him, engulfed in a huge blanket making her look like a burrito. Sometimes Hannibal wondered if it was his own imagination that tricked him into believing that something much more sinister lay beneath his wife’s facade. Hannibal brushed the thoughts away and instead turned his attention back to his wife, tracing over the tattoo on her back as she told him about the students she had to deal with at school that day. Hannibal only hummed and nodded his head, the thought still lingering in the back of his mind.

“You’re not listening!” she said, whining. Hannibal chuckled at his wife before pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, a signal to continue and she did, ranting on about her class as Hannibal listened to her voice. There was always something about his pretty little wife that intrigued him. Even before they met or he began to court her, Hannibal saw her from afar. Like she was the moon and he was the star in the night sky. She was one in billion while he was a speck of dust compared to her beauty. On countless occasions he and his wife hosted her students with unfortunate home situations in their far too big home.

“You should sleep, my love.” Hannibal told her, petting her hair gently, as if she would break if he did it too hard. She looked up at him and gave him a small smile before kissing his cheek and heading up to bed. Hannibal’s promise that he’d be there soon only made her nod. Of course, he didn’t know his wife prior to courting her, no. She was Will’s friend. A close friend at that as well. His beautiful, smart and cunning wife was someone who knew the reclusive Will Graham inside out. In fact, their meeting was by chance, Will tried everything to keep his lovely friend away from the predatory gaze of Hannibal Lecter. However he failed and instead attended their wedding as best man. Hannibal smiled at the thought of (Y/n) in the white dress she wore on their wedding. The painting of them hung over the fireplace.

Hannibal thought back to the very first time he saw his wife, under the sunshine, in a beautiful great summer dress at Will Graham’s house. She barged in, looking at Hannibal confused before asking him who he was. Hannibal stared back at her confused, appalled by her rude behavior. Will looked between the two of them before sighing and apologizing to Hannibal. He stated that he forgot about the small picnic he had planned with his dear friend.

“Oh you’re the psychiatrist!” She claimed, a moment of realization dawning on her. Hannibal could feel the warmth coming up onto her cheeks. She nodded at him before secretly gesturing to Will to leave. Hannibal offered her a kind smile, one she returned.

Hannibal was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a loud crash from upstairs. His immediate thoughts went to his wife. He scurried up the stairs, worrying if (Y/n) was okay. It wasn’t an impossible thought to think that an ex patient of Hannibal’s would attack her. She was his family, the only one he had left. Thoughts of her death rushed forward into Hannibal’s mind. Finding her laying dead there would certainly break him beyond a point of repair.

“Darling! What happened?” Hannibal shouted out, a sense of urgency in his voice. When he heard nothing, he rushed faster up the stairs, they seemed never ending in this moment. Once he reached the upper floor, Hannibal tentatively opened the door, not prepared to see what could possibly lie on the other side of it.

“Darling?” Hannibal called out. He waited for a moment and when he heard no answer, he went in. The sight in front of him surprised him to say the least.

His pretty little wife, hacking away at the intruder with her letter opener. The man on the floor was bludgeoned beyond recognition. His face caved in, clearly she used the phone to do that. His wife’s hair was all over the place, pieces of hair covered in chunks of blood and skin. The man’s chest was cut open. Hannibal took in the sight before him, a ghost of a smile on his face. He was correct, there was something much darker that lay beneath her facade of normality.

“Dearie?” Hannibal called out to his wife and she looked at him, brushing away some hair from her face while spreading blood on it as well. Hannibal just fell in love with her all over again. She smiled at him.

“Hannibal! I’m so glad you came up.” (Y/n) told him, walking forward to reach him, Hannibal met his wife half way and pulled her into him. Kissing her with such passion. The blood that was once on her hands now on his as well. It was morbid, the two of them, kissing in front of a dead body. Thought it was sweet too. The two of them accept each other for who they are. There was no need for them to hide who they are.

“Let’s clean up, get rid of the body.” Hannibal whispered into his wife’s ear. Glancing at the body once again.

“I know exactly what you could do with the body.” His wife spoke, looking up at Hannibal with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Hannibal looked down at her, smiling as well. She was Bonnie to his Clyde. The moon to his stars, his entire universe. There was not a single thing that Hannibal wouldn’t do for her.

“The things we do for love.” Hannibal said, leaning down to kiss his wife’s forehead. He felt her nod on his chest.

Slashers meeting their Chubby/Plus size S/O

A/n:Oh weh 😭, this drabble was in my queue, and I hella forgot about it! Hope you like this one tho!

Requests are still open if you want to do some requests, or if you want to ask me stuff it doesn't matter! (This is a long drabble, so it took so much of my energy and brain power making/editing this 😭. I was going to add more characters, but it was going to be too much for me to handle to write..)

Characters: Hannibal & Will, Thomas Hewitt, and Brahms Heelshire.

TW:Kidnapping, possessive, obsession, swearing, and mild blood and gore

(Tell me if I missed any warnings!)

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!♥️

Dividers made by @/cafekitsune

Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham:

You've heard about the Chesapeake Ripper and his spouse around Baltimore, Maryland.

You are in your little bakery, serving your usual customers what they want. Loving the wholesome it brings for customers, the lighting is perfect for your customers. All the decorations, etc.

Which made your little bakery popular around the small town you're living in! Your pastries are warm and flaky when it's out of the oven the second it's done, and the way you make your pastries home made too!

Now Hannibal and Will have heard about your bakery from Jack and his wife, saying that your pastries taste so good, instead of those other ones they visited.

They both walked into your bakery and looked around and how gorgeous and homey it feels. They walked to the front of your counter, looking around since you weren't there in the front. Will looked down at a sign that said 'If I'm not here I'm mostly in my kitchen batching more pastries! Ring me if you need anything!'

So Will decided to press your little bell, and there you are coming out of your kitchen, with your pastries all warm and fresh out of the oven ready to be served. You then put up a finger for 'one moment' and placed your pastries in their right place.

You walked to your counter and asked what they wanted. See the pastries that you brought out that were hot and fresh, was one of Hannibal's favorite pastry/dessert. Hannibal ordered a danish for him as for Will he wanted whatever Hannibal is having.

You then nodded and asked if they wanted to stay here or if it's to go. Hannibal answered before Will did, which was stay. You smiled and nodded your head and went to get plates for two danishes. You placed the danishes on both plates and walked to your counter again, and said your price. Hannibal paid for it and said his thanks, and you smiled and said "thank you for coming."

Hannibal and Will both sat down and bit into your homemade danish, it was so soft, warm, and flaky. They couldn't help but start saying 'mmm's' because of your homemade danish.

After that day when they went there, they came to your bakery almost everyday! Now these two are your usual customers, which you didn't mind because you loved serving them your homemade pastries! Also you've been trying out new ones and they've been there to try your new ones too!

It's been like this for 3 whole months, until one faithful day those two were revealed as the rippers of Baltimore. It broke your heart and your trust for them, and let's just say you've been telling them about yourself and a lot of things..

That's why the FBI is in your bakery asking you questions about Hannibal and Will, but really they didn't tell you what they do, except they're in the FBI. That's all you answered for them.

Jack, the head of the FBI team wanted to ask you some other questions, like when they visited, what they do, etc. You also answered those questions. Jack then nodded his head and sighed, "My team and I will be back here tomorrow if anything happens," and so they all left.

You then closed your shop for the day, went upstairs to go shower and change into your night wear for the night. Footsteps were heard upstairs.. you brought the nearest thing to you, it was your umbrella, ready to hit someone whoever was up there. You went upstairs and saw that your bedroom was open, you knew that a person was in there so you went to your bathroom, closed and locked it.

You dialed Jack's phone number, since you hated the police for being lazy idiots and not finding criminals these days, while it was dialing you heard footsteps again and it made your heart beat faster. 'Cmon, c'mon, please answer Jack.' you thought to yourself.

Will came out of your shower and held you down on your bathroom floor, the door to your bathroom also opened somehow by Hannibal. Will then covered your mouth with his own hand.

"It's okay, it will be okay my love.. Hannibal and I will take care of you.." Will said.

Then, Hannibal had a needle injection in his hand, and poke it through your arm. Drowsiness is all you see and you blacked out and fell limp on Will's arms.

Thomas Hewitt:

You and your friends have been planning to go to Texas for a summer road trip! Currently all of you are in the jeep blasting music in hot Texas. Until your friend that was driving stopped at a gas station, "Imma do a quick stretch and you guys get some snacks for the way, in case you guys get hungry." Your driver friend said.

You needed some snacks for yourself, so you walked into the little gas station, while some of your friends did a little bit of stretching. You walked in the gas station and looked around to see what they were selling. Luckily, this gas station was selling snacks, so you had to walk over there and get some for you and your friends.

Apparently, sometimes you kinda do this, and it's by not really looking around your surroundings. So, you end up faceplanting into a hard chest. You immediately apologized, and looked up to see a man wearing a leather face mask.

You stared into his dark brown eyes, and thought how beautiful they were. As for Thomas, he doesn't know what to do, instead he stood there and looked into your eyes. While you guys are lost in each other's eyes, Luda came around the counter wondering why did you and thomas stood still, so she spoke up. "Is everything alright you two?"

You jumped at the question and looked at the lady, "Sorry, I was just apologizing to him because I didn't look where I was going." You said. Luda then looked at Thomas, and Thomas nodded his head telling her that you were telling the truth.

Your friends walked in and saw a looking scary burly man right beside you. "(Y/n) get away from that thing!" That pulled you away from the woman's attention and to your friends, "What are you talking about?" Your friends pointed at the so-called "thing" behind you.

So you turned around seeing the "thing" which was Thomas, "You mean him? He hasn't done anything wrong with me. In fact he looks like he wouldn't even hurt a fly." Thomas was a little shocked at your answer, he has hurt many people in his life because of what they call him. Even Luda was surprised about your answer too!

Luda looked at Thomas, and nodded that they were going to keep you, but they are going to make your friends as meat.. As you and your friends got the snacks you all needed, your friends still had weird vibes off of Thomas. The way he would stare down at all of you, and how his eyes are watching every single movement you guys did...

Your friend had driven off as fast as they could, because of your other friends telling them what had happened. While on the road, the wheel in the front happened to be popped, so you're all stuck in the middle of nowhere in the hot sun of Texas.. your friends started arguing with each other about car.

While your friends are arguing, in the distance is a man, a man that has a chainsaw in his hands and it's revving.. "Hey guys.. should we be worried about him..?" You pointed at the man that was from the gas station from before. Your friends then got worried about him, "Maybe we should run away, because that chainsaw he is holding is on.." one of your friends said. They all agreed on what they said, now for Thomas he was ready to kill all of your friends, except for you though. Thomas is now on the run towards your group, and your friends have already fled without you. So you were the last to run away into the cornfield.

Running isn't something that you are very good at, in fact it's just something that you hate doing. Your legs are on fire, same as your feet, screams could be heard from almost everywhere in the cornfield. After escaping from the large cornfield, you have found a barn and of course you had to hide inside.

When you have gone inside the barn, you had to lie down since the running made you breathe heavily and unsteadily. After a few deep breaths, the door burst opened, and lord behold Thomas Hewitt is now inside the barn.. Thomas started pushing and knocking things over, and you were scared. You were hoping that he wouldn't find you under the stairs.

Their barn is a two story barn, but the upstairs is just for looking down at the farm animals. Thomas paused by the stairs where you were hiding, and revved up his chainsaw and started revving the stairs, and you screamed. You then tried to get out of the stairs and you saw the man throw his chainsaw on the other side of where he is.

He then grabbed you by both your ankles, and a squeak sound came out of you. You then got knocked out by Thomas's hand.. yes his hand. Apparently Thomas used his hand and slapped it onto your forehead, which somehow knocked you out..

Thomas didn't care about that right now, he then stared at you and thought how you would probably be a great mother. Well, that's because if you have wide hips, it's great for holding children on your hips while doing stuff around the house. (Thomas heard about that from his mama, so kudos to her, loll.) He then carried you to the house for you to become a Hewitt, a Mrs. Hewitt..

Brahms Heelshire

You took the job as a babysitter, but what you are babysitting is a boy doll..? The Heelshire's have explained what your job will be doing as Brahms' sitter, also the grocery boy that'll be dropping off groceries. So off they went when they waved you their farewell, while waving goodbye as soon as the car was no longer in your view, you closed the door.

You looked around the mansion and then at 'Brahms,' "Okay Brahms, let's see what's the first thing that's on the list!" The first thing on the list was to feed Brahms. So off you went with Brahms on your hips, and going to the dining room. Here's a thing, the mansion was huge so it was confusing to go where the dining room was. "Now where the heck is your guy's dining room..?"

The real Brahms behind the wall that was looking at you, found it quite funny. You turn your head left and right and decide to go left down the hall to see if the dining room was there. While walking down the hall, you couldn't help but feel someone's eyes were on you. Chills crawled to your arms, your spine, and literally everywhere. You shivered, "Sorry, I must feel really cold in this mansion." You chuckled a little after your sentence.

As you went into the dining room, you cooked up something that was on Brahms' list of food that he likes. So, for lunch it was grilled cheese with tomato soup! You then started to get the stuff from the cupboards to make the soup. You then placed the items down on the counter and started, after the soup was done and now is boiling on the stove, next is the grilled cheese! You got the things for the grilled cheese and started grilling, after all the boiling and grilling it was now ready!

You are so proud of yourself for making delicious tomato soups and grilled cheeses! "I'm so proud of myself, it looks so good that I already want to take a big bite!" You then turned around where you put Brahms, and carried him to his seating place and placed down the food for him. You then sat across from him, but you still had that feeling someone was still watching you. You also thought that eating in front of a doll is kinda weird, "Sorry Brahms, I kind of feel uncomfortable so I'm going to eat in the next room beside you, okay?" You grabbed your plate and patted gently on Brahms' head and headed to the other room.

As you sat down, you started eating your food. It tasted so good, that you could taste the saltiness and the tomatoes, as for the grilled cheese it was delicious! The cheese pull was a fun thing that you liked to do before eating it. After eating your food, you felt full from your sandwich(es), and went to check up on Brahms. When you walked into the dining room, Brahms also ate all his food, but it was also weird how the whole plate was empty. Well that doesn't matter either way, what matters is that you both are full from lunch.

"Hi Brahms, I hope you liked the tomato soup with grilled cheese I made!" You smiled at Brahms, and collected his dish that he ate on, and turned on the water and started washing the dishes. Once that was done and dried off, you look to the side where there was still more tomato soup and grilled cheese, 'I guess I made a lot of grilled cheese' you remembered that Mrs. Heelshire told you that they don't waste food, instead they just put it in the refrigerator for later, and take it out and warm up and just eat it.

You then looked around at the drawers to see if you could find their tin foil. Luckily you did, you then started foiling the left over tomato soup and grilled cheeses. You then placed the tin foiled food into the fridge, and carried Brahms again. "Alright let's see what's next on this list, shall we?" As you look through the list, it was time to play some music! You went on to find where their music room is, as you are trying to find the music room, your phone started ringing. "Hm? I wonder who it is.." you looked at the callers name and it was your best friend, so you immediately answered.

-"Hello?"

-"Y/N!"

-"What's wrong?"

-"Your ex knows where you are!"

That paused what you were doing, you then started panicking and talked to your best friend on the phone, you then asked questions who told him where you are and when he was coming, etc. Brahms was staring at the little peephole of the hallway you were in. Clenching his fists since your phone was on speaker mode, so he heard the word "ex."

As you were panicking and talking to your best friend on the phone, Brahms could hear someone pulling up the driveway, he knew it wasn't the grocery boy. In fact it was your "ex," so he then started walking away from you. Your ex was here, banging on the door, more like trying to break down the door to get to you. As he was breaking down the door you ran with the doll Brahms to where the big mirror is and tried to find a hiding spot before he gets in.

Unfortunately he already got in, and he is right behind you, screaming your name to come back. You then went in front of the mirror and tried to back up from him. He came closer and closer and took Brahms away from you.

-"Ha! What's this, is this the "boy" you have to babysit?"

Your ex swung the doll a little, taunting you..

-"STOP! Please don't do that! That's the only thing the Heelshire's have that's left of their son!"

The look on your ex's face showed that he didn't give a damn.

-"I knew you were such a greedy fat bitch tryna get money! You even had that opportunity to try and escape from my grasp, just to go far away from me.."

He looked at the doll holding it tightly within his grasp.

-"Please don't do that! Or else-"

-"Or else what (Y/n)?! You know what, I don't give a fuck about your job or this little creepy ass doll.."

-"Wait!"

Your ex didn't listen, and decided to smash the doll. Brahms' head was shattered into tiny pieces.. You looked at your ex, tears forming in your eyes from what's now left of the doll.

Suddenly, the mirror right beside you two, shattered out of nowhere. Both you and your ex covered, and looked back at the mirror hearing a little boy's voice come out of the hole of the mirror..

-"(Y/N)..?"

You heard your own name thinking it was the little boy like the doll, but it wasn't a little boy. The so-called 'little boy' came out to be a full grown man. The man called your name again, menacingly. As for your ex, he tried to flee but Brahms ran after him with the mirror glass in his hand. Your ex didn't make it out of the room where you all were, he immediately got killed from Brahms. You watched as your ex got killed by Brahms, and you looked at him, and you tried to run away. Which Brahms caught you once you tried to run, Brahms held up a cloth to you, which smelled horrible and he covered both your mouth and nose. You tried to fight back, but it was no use since the horrible smell made you lose consciousness and passed out on Brahms arms.

Your ears were ringing, but you swear you did hear Brahms say..

"I'm going to keep you forever, and ever (Y/n).. Mine forever..."

Muti slasher with a reader that loves to bake, eat, and share

But the reader is like feeding them the sweets like a baby

AAHHH, THIS REQUEST OMGGG!!! I LOVE THIS REQUEST THANKS SO MUCH ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS!!

(I think I went overboard on this one lmaoo)

Slashers: Michael, Jason, Bubba, Thomas, Billy and Stu, Billy lenz, Brahms, Carrie, Hannibal x Will, & The lost boys!

LIKES AND/OR REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!

Feeding slashers sweet treats!

Michael Myers:

This silent man actually does love when you bake something for him, especially that he has a sweet tooth! Like he'll be popping out of nowhere just to see what you are baking! And just watch you do the stuff from scratch.

If you want to share with Michael, this man will literally steal the whole damn plate just to eat the whole thing in front of your face..! Which makes you pissed every time he does that, and you would ignore whenever he tries to ask for those baked treats.

Michael does not want to be fed like a baby, he would most likely slap your hand away that's full of treats onto the floor.. Which Michael had to clean that up since he acted like a full on child for that.

Jason Voorhees:

When he found out that you would love to bake, he immediately wanted to try whatever pastries/deserts you would make! He'll also help you with whatever you need help with your baking!

Sharing these treats with Jason is like heaven to him! He loves seeing his darling making faces of how delicious your sweets are!

When you get the chance to feed these sweets to him, Jason gets really embarrassed that he's getting fed, but he's not complaining! He actually loves it when you feed him, cooing at him, and praising him for how much of a handsome boy he is!

Bubba Sawyer:

He LOVES LOVES your baking!! He'll be blubbering about how delicious your baking is, and how flaky it is when he bites into it! (His brothers are a little jealous, that their little brother has a baker that feeds him 🌚.)

When you share the new sweets you made, he'll be jumping up and down, wanting to try your new recipe! He then starts blubbering praises of how good it is, and that you should start feeding him that!

Now feeding Bubba, he's really shy but that doesn't matter, because getting fed by you and your sweets will be treating him like a baby, wanting more and more! But for you, you are so glad Bubba loves your sweets, and of course you love feeding him too! It makes both you and him happy as ever!

Thomas Hewitt:

This big burly man will be wanting to try your sweets of course! He immediately smelt the fresh apple pie, thinking that it was his mama making it, because he loves his Mama's apple pie!

When he got up there, he was surprised that you were baking! So of course he needed to try your apple pie! Once he bit into the apple pie, he was over the world! Making grunts of how good it is, and praising you with his grunts!

You then grabbed the chair and went beside Thomas, and grabbed a piece of apple pie, and tried to feed him. Which surprised him since you wanted to try feeding him, but he didn't care he just bit into it, and then he looked into your eyes, and Thomas put the piece of apple pie down from your hand and gave you a hug for how delicious your pie is!

Billy & Stu:

Now these two, especially Stu are a menace! When they found out you loved to bake, of course their big mouths wanted to try your sweets! Begging you if you are making more sweets, or making new sweets too!

Stu loves how you make your sweets by scratch and Billy loves how you make so much effort just to feed those sweets to them! So sharing your baked sweets to them, it's something that they will never forget!

When feeding them your baked treats to them, they'll be giving so much praise for how good it is, and asking you to feed them more! While feeding these two, they both have the audacity to start moaning while eating, so you gave them a smack to the head for that..

Billy Lenz:

You kind of knew Billy when you were staying with the sorority girls. Sometimes at midnight, there will be noises of clattering downstairs, so you had to investigate what was all that noise. Seeing a person opening up what's left over your baked brownies, froze still.. You then chuckle at the feeling of how you knew that the "moaner" was eating your brownies!

Wherever there's a chance during nights, you'll be baking treats for the "attic" man, because that's what you call him when he shows you where he hides most times. But he then told you his name, which made you happy that he told you his name, so of course you had to make more cookies for him!

For Billy, he doesn't like when people feed him, so getting fed by you would make him move away from you.. He just thinks that it's weird and he could just feed the treats to himself if he wanted to. Which you completely understand that if he doesn't want that, you'll have to leave him be.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms has been bugging you for the past few hours to make him treats! Which made him pissed that you will be fully ignoring him, so the only way to get your attention, is by acting like a full on child..

He'll be full on child mode, making messes, yelling, and crying. Hearing him being like a grown man child is something that you really hate, and you gave in and started baking a batch of treats for him.

After baking those treats for him, he'll be forcing you to hand feed them to him, because he wants to be a big baby. You had to tell him to say 'please' after what he wanted, and he said it, just so you could feed him.. But seriously he loves you so much, and he wouldn't know what to do without you and your baking!

Carrie White:

You loved to bake too? So does Carrie! Both you and Carrie will be making batches of whatever treats you guys like! Carrie loves how you make anything with chocolate, and you love her cakes that she likes to bake!

Sharing recipes with Carrie is always fun! Both you and her will be trying out new recipes with each other, and taste test them! Carrie's favorite recipe from you is the brownies, but with melted chocolate inside! As for you, you like her baked cakes! She makes so many and they're all so good, which you couldn't pick but whichever you like that's your favorite cake from her!

You and Carrie love sharing food too! Which isn't weird for the both of you since you've been sharing food since you guys were little! So you both love making "Here comes the airplane" or anything else than that, while feeding each other! Which makes it funny while eating, and just laughter filled in the air!

Hannibal & Will:

These two love your baking! They both praise and coo at you for making these delicious treats for them! For Will, he will give you cuddles for making the treats and for Hannibal, he'll be cooking your favorite dish/food for making the treats too!

Sharing your baked treats to them, makes them fall in love with you more! These two will be giving you love for making these treats for them, they'll also do everything for you too! They're really helpful after giving them your baked treats!

Will kinda does want to be fed by you, but for Hannibal he doesn't want to since he's a clean man, but he would most likely feed you though.. but they both love you very much just for feeding them your baked treats!

The Lost Boys (David, Dwayne, Paul & Marko):

Feeding these vampires is something you kinda hate but also love at the same time! They love your baked treats a lot, (maybe too much) because they'll be bugging you to make more and more! And if they want more, that means your money will be gone within a week..

They love you so much for sharing your baked treats! Even though they know that you are running out of money for baking these treats for them, the only way these vampires will do is steal money of course, just for you to make more..!

They love to be fed by you, especially Paul and Marko, but for David and Dwayne it might take some time for these two. But over all they love you so much, that they will literally make them feed your baked treats over and over again (Even if your broke 🌚).

AHHH THIS WAS SO GOOD!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Stalking

Hannigram x teen!reader

Summary: On their walk home, Y/N decides to help a cute couple with directions to a nearby hotel. However, this act of kindness is proof that what goes around does not come back around.

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The bus screeched to a halt on an empty back road less than a mile away from your house. Your shift was finally done and you could relax until the cycle repeated tomorrow. A meek ‘thank you’ slipped from your mouth as you walked off the bus, a small smile on your lips as you turned your music up.

Gently bopping your head to the tune, you made your way across the road, lifting a hand to silently thank the car that had stopped to let you cross. The clouds slowly drifted across the navy sky, small specks of light tucked themselves behind the clouds then peeked back out as the obstructions moved along. The moon shone down and illuminated the wide road and dusty trail you stood on, the outlines of trees cast onto the ground below you.

God, it was beautiful.

Despite how eerie it was, it was beautiful.

The road seemed calm tonight, usually it was busy because it was a way to get to the city you just came from. Not tonight.

Thank god.

As you continued to walk down the path, cars whizzing past you at a million miles per hour, you couldn’t help but feel a small creeping sensation that something was wrong.

Something was going to be wrong.

But, for some strange reason, you ignored it. Why you ignored, you had no idea why you did, but you did.

You kicked up dirt as you walked, loving the way it looked on the ground, dancing in the gentle breeze. That gut feeling plagued you, growing more and more until-

“Hi, excuse me?”

A soft voice made you peel off your headphones, letting them fall to your neck, and look over to the road. You planted your feet and settled your eyes on the man who was still rolling down his car window.

You stepped slightly closer and put your hands in your pockets. “Can I help you, sir?”

The man was thin and pale, his features hardly in the poor light of the car. The man wore a flannel shirt and dark jeans, a brown belt holding them up. He had brown, curly hair that draped over his forehead, he had a button nose and slightly stubble. The man cleared his throat and gave a small smile, “Me and my husband were wondering if you could give us directions to hotel…hotel…Hannibal, what was the hotels name again?” The man turned to the man sat beside him.

“Cecilia. Hotel Cecilia.” The man’s husband, Hannibal, gave a thin lipped smile as he spoke to his partner. His husband looked older than him, not by a lot but enough to see the difference. He had mostly grey hair with spots of brown sprinkled about, his eyes were a hazel colour, his nose arched up in the middle but it suited him. He wore a clearly rich and tailored suit; red with a black pattern stitched into it, a black shirt and a red tie.

You listened as the man thanked his husband and turned back to you. Thinking as fast as you could, you tried to remember the way there. Then it clicked. A gentle grin slipped onto your lips as you spoke, watching the man in the drivers seat take a mental note of everything you had said. As you stopped, you looked back at the road, the headlights were the only thing stopping the inky blackness from enveloping the car and you. It was going to be such a trek and your parents wanted you home by ten.

“Thank you so so much.” The man said, “We would’ve used our phones but they’ve both gone and died, thanks to our luck.”

You chuckled along with the man’s slight attempt at a joke. “It’s no problem, I’m happy to help.”

A few thoughts ran through the man’s mind before he stopped thinking and said the first thing we could think of:

“Do you want a ride?”

That feeling crept up your spine, making you feel queasy. As nice as it was for him to ask it was still odd. You didn’t know them, they didn’t know you. “It’s fine, my house isn’t too far-“

“We insist. We would be lost without you.” The husband chimed in. “And, it is getting late, your parents would want you home, wouldn’t they?”

That feeling in your stomach reached the back of your throat, urging you to turn and run. For once, you decided to trust your gut feeling-

“Thank you but I’m alright.” Politely, you stepped away from the car and turned to keep walking. The men shared a look then looked back at you as you began to walk away.

You heard the engine stall before starting, then they took off down the road and that was the last you saw of them.

~~~

Around twenty minutes later, your trail lead you in front of a gas station. The neon lights from each sign shone onto the bleak road, painting it in hues of orange, green and white. The pale light reflected off of car windows and side view mirrors, hitting your eyes sharply.

You hadn’t drank anything in a while, plus you would have to wait an extra ten minutes to heat up your dinner when you got back home so what’s the big deal with a quick snack stop?Glancing away, you tried to check for oncoming cars and, luckily, there was nothing. Then you crossed the gravel, eventually reaching entrance to the gas station.

A satisfying ding announced your arrival to the pimply clerk behind the counter who gave you a less than enthusiastic look. Ignoring him, you browsed the aisles, trying to find anything that would be easy to eat and drink on the go. You swore to yourself; no sandwiches, no fiddly wrappers or bottle caps, just easy to open things.

Needing to keep yourself awake, you bought yourself an energy drink then you made your way over to the snack aisle which stood in front of the main entrance. As you scanned over your options, the bright, white headlights outside blinded you. Although it was a minor inconvenience, you scowled at the car, still unable to see who was driving, and internally swore at them for their accidental action.

After finally deciding on a snack, you walked over to the counter and placed your things down. You slipped your headphones down and around your neck, music paused, casting an odd silence which was subtly interrupted by the radio station which echoed from the broken speakers.

The cashier huffed and scanned the items slowly, as if even the thought of doing his job was strenuous. Your eyes wandered back out the window, tuning out the cashier slightly as your eyes scanned over the few cars that were refuelling, one was the car those two men had driven earlier.

That’s odd.

Didn’t they go flying up the road? How were they here at the same time as you if they did?

The clicking of the cashier’s fingers snapped you back to reality. “Sorry.” You mumbled halfheartedly, scrambling to grab the money from your pocket. In the midst of the scramble, you tried to pick up your drink, only for it to fall and burst on the floor. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry, d’you want me to-“

The cashier sighed loudly, “No, it’s fine. I’ll get it.” Then he walked to the back, returning with a wet floor sign in hand. You listened subtly as an array of swears left his lips as he slammed the sign onto the floor and trudged over to the drink aisle, grabbing another of the same drink for you.

As this happened, and while your mind was distant from your body, the same satisfying ding rung out again. When your mind finally snapped back, you registered that someone had walked in and you glanced over your shoulder.

Then you saw them.

The two men were tall, taller than you thought and taller than you by a mile.

When you realised you were staring, your head whipped back around to the counter, fingers rhythmically tapped against the cool, grey countertop.

As the cashier you had walked back over, another from the back room walked out to help the two men. The moved to the counter beside you, only paying for a bottle of water and their gas. The cashier helping you handed the new drink to you, a forced smile plastered on their face. A small thank you left your lips as you turned and left, avoiding the men at the counter.

The cold night air enveloped you, an unwelcome sensation slivering up your spine. You glanced over your shoulder and watched as the two men walked out the gas station, their silhouettes ominously still, the light from the gas station surrounding them entirely, making them appear ethereal.

That sinking feeling slipped down your throat once again, making you start walking faster. The headlights from the car slowly trailed behind you before catching up and going just fast enough to keep you in the rear view mirror.

Maybe you were just paranoid? Who knows. At this point you were not willing to see if your gut feeling was true.

~

Your feet carried you for another fifteen minutes, leaving you with only fifteen more until you reached the safe warmth of your home and the welcoming embrace of your parents.

The turn for your road came eventually, just a small dirt path off the side of the road with pine trees boxing in each side of the road. Quickly, you made the turn, gazing over your shoulder to see if the car had kept driving.

It did.

Despite the relief you felt, that underlying tone of worry had settled in the pit of your stomach. This refused to let you calm, keeping you in a horrible fight or flight state.

As you walked down the road wearily. Your headphones stayed on, helping you tune out some fear you had. Although this worked for a while, the feeling of being watched slipped into the back of your mind. You pushed that thought down, reminding yourself you had ten minutes left until you were home, until you were safe. As hard as you tried, nothing could keep this feeling down.

Suddenly, as if out of your control, you whipped your head around. Your face dropped.

There, following you from behind, was that car, it’s headlights turned off. You hadn’t heard the engine over your music. Then the car stopped, your heart sank. Their doors opened and the men stepped out, slowly making their way over to you cautiously, as if trying to keep an animal calm. Every step the men took was calculated, deciding what would keep you from freaking out and doing something drastic.

Nothing could at this point.

You took off down the road, leaping over potholes and racing through puddles. Your clothes were ruined and you were freezing.

With trembling hands, you reached for your phone, your legs moving as fast as they could. The sound of the men’s footsteps grew louder amongst the sounds of the forest which, despite being a few feet away, sounded so distant over the sound of your heart. Your eyes moved down to your phone screen, hands racing to dial your parents or 911.

In a blur, your phone flew from your hand as your shoe caught on a rock in the road, sending you flying onto your front. You lay there for a minute, your head spinning as you thought about everything. In an instant, you snapped back, getting to your feet, ignoring the stinging pain from your knee.

From then on, you staggered down the road, your injured knee making it neatly impossible to run. That would be your demise.

The heavy weight of a blunt object, you assumed to be a crowbar, smacked against the side of your head, knocking you to the floor and leaving you partially unconscious. The immense feeling of dread spilled up and went out your eyes. Tears flowed down your flushed cheeks as the man got up and flung you into his arms, holding you against his chest, his firm hands cracking your head as if it were fine china.

“Will,” the man spoke, his voice smooth due to his prominent accent, “do you believe they will suffice?”

The other man, Will, paused and walked over, tracing a gentle hand over your face, his palm lingering on your chin as he began to brush away stray tears. “Certainly more flighty than the last one but we can deal with that later, wouldn’t want our child escaping us first thing.”

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Finished Saturday October 5th 2024, 03:14.

5/10/24

So I saw your " Slashers w/ a S/O that looses consciousness throughout the day " post and I was wondering if you could maybe make another one with more Slashers? You don't have to if you don't want to

Ask and you shall receive😌

(Sorry it's not that good, I'm sick☹️)

Slashers w/ a S/O that looses consciousness throughout the day II

Yautja

You're cuddling, enjoying each others presence, when he feels your head slump on his shoulder. He thought you fell asleep, but when he tried to wake you up again, you didn't react.

He shakes you, not too harshly but enough to make you wake up. At least he thought you would.

Worried for your well being, he brings you to the ooman doctor, who tells him that you just fainted. He, of course, gets even more worried and wants to help you in every way possible.

After a while, you wake up in the bed you shared with your lover. As soon as you sat up, said lover tackled you into a hug, knocking the air out of your lungs. He purrs, gliding his mouth-things (srry idk what they're called:)) along your cheeks.

Happily he showed you a box with everything he collected, to help you with your fainting problems.

The box was full with water bottles, pillows, a fan and much more.

He purred happily when you hugged him again, thanking him.

Hannibal Lecter

He knows about your fainting problem, he experienced it with some patients of his.

When you fainted while he was reading a book, he was able to put his hand on your forehead so you wouldn't hit the table.

He laid you down, letting your head rest on his lap.

After a while you wake up again, Hannibal helps you sit up. Ha asks how you feel, if you are in any pain.

You tell him you're fine, and he gives you a warm smile and a kiss on your cheek.

He offers you some tea and something to eat, and you happily accepts, he always makes sure that you're healthy and safe.

Will Graham

Just like Hannibal, he knows about your little problem. So, when you fall over, his dogs are quick to bark for him to help.

He rushes over, making sure you're not hurt.

Will laid you on his couch, putting a blanket over you before heading to the kitchen to prepare a glass of water for you.

His dogs stay around the couch, making sure that no one disturbs you in your sleep.

At the time you woke up, Will was by your side, handing you the glass of water.

His dogs are also happy that you're back to conciousness, they start to lick your hands, barking happily.

Brahms Heelshire

He hears the thump through the walls, wondering what heavy thing you might have dropped.

The hairy male made it to the location where the loud noise came from.

As soon as he saw you laying there, he quickly made his way over to you. He noticed the bloody wound on your forehead.

Slightly panicking, he brought you to your bedroom, laying you on your bed.

He got a wet cloth, wiping the blood on your forehead away.

Patiently, he waited by your side for you to wake up again. Eventually, you did.

Brahms was immediately crushing the life out of you with a tight hug. Even after all the times you fainted, he did get worried for you. He always loved to see your eyes when you woke up again.

Hannigram with a silent s/o

Hannibal and Will first met you at a crime scene after you scared them. You were there to photograph evidence, and you ended up accidentally sneaking up on them.

Will almost had a heart attack when you tapped on his shoulder.

Hannibal kept his eye on you as you worked, noticing how silent you were even when talking.

Will was impressed, usually no one can sneak up on him easily, so when you did he was surprised.

Eventually Will worked up the courage to talk to you. With Hannibal by his side of course.

You were extremely polite, offering to show them some pictures you took when they asked about your job.

Hannibal offered dinner at his place, and you accepted.

Hannibal made sure not to use a lot of human meat when preparing your dish, but used some in his and Wills.

You showed up in one of your best outfits, an expensive bottle of wine in your hands.

Hannibal let you in while Will set the table.

You walked behind Hannibal, silent as ever as you looked around slightly.

Safe to say, Will was surprised when you walked into the dining room.

Will set the table, smiling at you slightly when he set your plate down in front of you.

You were quiet throughout dinner, only speaking when spoken too and keeping your answers short and simple, but informative.

Eventually the dinner came to an end and you had to go home.

After that, you kept coming over for dinner, each and every time Hannibal invited you, you accepted.

After the 10th or 11th dinner Will and Hannibal asked you to be theirs, and you accepted shyly.

about a month after dating you moved in by Will’s request.

They noticed that you loved exploring the house, and so they never stopped you when you did, but you always managed to sneak up on them.

Eventually, Will ordered little bells to sew onto your clothes to help keep track of you.

You still manage to sneak up on them sometimes when you find a piece of clothing that doesn’t have a bell on it.

They love you, but hate how silent you can be.

Hannigram with an s/o that got hurt on the job

They know your job is rough, you work for the police force, so obviously getting hurt is gonna happen eventually.

They just didn’t expect to get a call from the hospital at almost 2 in the morning.

They rushed to get dressed, tripping over themselves as they threw on some clothes.

The person on the phone didn’t tell them how bad it was, only that you had been shot and had to get stitches.

Hannibal drove, seeing as Will was too anxious to do so.

They may have went a little over the speed limit, but that’s nobody’s business.

Will almost yelled at the lady working the front desk because it was taking too long to find out what room you were in.

Hannibal held Will’s hand, gently pulling him when a doctor started leading them to your room.

You were in the bed, a nurse wrapping bandages around your arm when they walked in.

Will rushed over, asking you a thousand questions a minute.

Hannibal managed to calm him, asking you how this happened.

You told them the story. The suspect had a gun, shot at you, landed a bullet in your side, and managed to push you onto some broken glass when he ran.

Will held your hand the entire night, afraid to let go.

Hannibal sat next to the bed, gently tracing small pattern into the bandages to help you relax.

All in all, you weren’t let out of the house for a while, and they made sure you didn’t strain yourself practically at all.

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Two Sides of The Same Coin

Hannibal Lecter x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Cannibalism, Smut, Murder +18!!!

Summary: You two were so different, yet still the same. 

"Mrs Lecter?" 

You turned and smiled at the woman. "Yes?" you asked with a soft tone when in reality you were fuming.

How dare she just come up to you out of the blue?!

How dare she interrupt your perfect evening?!

"Hi, My name is Lucy, and I'm a huge fan of your books." of course she was, your books are brilliant. "I truly believe you are a pioneer in the genre of horror-romance."

"Thank you very much." Of course you were, no one was as good as you.

"I was wondering if you could sign my book please?"

"No problem at all." you smiled so sweetly. Why would she even have the book with her?! You are in a restaurant! You quickly signed her book and she thanked you, with your smile still present you turned back and lifted your glass to your lips.

"No need to be angry, Darling." your husband chuckled as you looked into his eyes.

Reading the other as if you were open books was something that came to both of you naturally. 

"I'm here to celebrate our anniversary. Not at a meet and greet."

"Of course, but you have to indulge them a little. Make them think they are important so they keep coming back. You mastered that one, My Love."

"I believe it was you rubbing off on me. After all, it is 30 years we have known one another."

"And I knew you were trouble from the second I saw you. Cunning, manipulative, narcissistic, egoistic, psychotic. And yet you are stunning and mine." Hannibal lifted his glass as you clicked yours against his.

"Only yours." you smiled at him, this one, was not fake but a genuine one for your husband.

On your way home from the restaurant, it began to rain, you let out a long sigh as Hannibal was driving.

"Rain always makes me nostalgic," you said as he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it. He stopped at a red light and you looked at him. "When you killed my stepfather... for me. It was also raining."

"He had it coming, he abused you and murdered your mother. I gave him a merciful end. One he didn't deserve."

"He deserved to suffer like I did, but it was not what I meant, Hannibal."

"Please, elaborate then."

"You killed him because he was about to kill me, you became my saviour, but it is not only that. I remember you tore him apart, you kept on cutting and breaking his bones. I should have been disgusted, yet all I could think about was the way your muscles tensed and the grunts you let out."

"So, I turned you on." he spoke as he turned a corner. "I figured, from the way you acted after."

"I never got naked so fast in my life. We made love in that pool of blood in front of the fireplace. I remember we were young and unsure. It was so hot, I could taste blood on your lips." you could recall the way he moved his hips, so amazing, he reached such depths inside you that you weren't even sure existed. 

But he could also recall the way you completely submit to him. You only ever done that to him, no one else gets to have control over you, but him.

"Why are you bringing this up now? It has been a very long time ago."

"Because I want you to do the same tonight. As my gift for our wedding anniversary, I wish to watch you hunt, break and cut and then, I want you to fuck me in the blood."

"We are very similar, My Love." he stopped the car, your eyes never leaving him. "I was thinking almost the same." he smiled as the window behind you rolled down.

"Hi there, I like a three-way, 500 for an hour." the woman behind you talked and you finally turned to look at her.

Prostitutes disgusted you, the way they looked at your husband made your blood boil, but you smiled at her. 

"How about a thousand and I get to watch?" Hannibal replied and you smirked.

The woman agreed and got into the backseat, having no idea what she was in for.

"Happy anniversary."

"I love you." you said as he began to drive again.

---

The next morning you wake up in your bed, under the warm sheets with the smell of food filling the air.

You slowly woke up as the blanket fell down your naked body.

You rolled out of bed, and got dressed in one of Hannibal's shirts before heading to the kitchen.

"Good morning." you said as he had his back turned towards you. You rounded the kitchen island and hugged him.

"Morning. I made your favourite for breakfast. Bacon with eggs."

You looked at the meat sizzling in the pan before looking up at Hannibal as he leaned down to kiss you.

"She truly was a pig." 

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Hiii 💗 i also have an NBC Hannibal request, if that's okay

Uhh so maybe an imagine where the reader has been sa'd before in her previous relationship so she's kind of hesitant to go further with Hannibal when they start dating. One night while making out, Hannibal maybe steps a little out of line and that puts reader into an anxiety attack. But he calms her down and reassures that he will always prioritize her safety and consent and that he loves her 🥹

Pairings || Hannibal Lecter x Female!Reader

Contents/Warnings || Anxiety attack, some details and mentions of SA

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You had only been dating Hannibal for a few months now, and everything had been wonderful. He was such a gentleman, and understanding about your boundaries and past, especially your past experiences with sexual assault. Your previous boyfriend was terrible to you, abusive and manipulative. He overstepped every boundary you had, often forcing you past your comfort zones and making you do things you never wanted to do, and pushing you into sexual acts that were only pleasurable for him. The breakup was long and drawn out thanks to him, and it only made you feel worse mentally.

The whole relationship put you off of dating for two years until you met Hannibal, and things just felt right with him. You were grateful to have Hannibal as your boyfriend, and in your life at all, but despite his kindness and respect towards you, you were still hesitant to go further than kissing him. He was careful and diligent with not making you uncomfortable, wanting you to enjoy every moment with him without being reminded of your past relationship.

About six months into dating, you found yourself in Hannibal’s house, having a dinner date with an array of food that Hannibal had prepared for the two of you. It was a calm night filled with good conversation, good food, good wine, good everything. You both made the decision that you would stay the night with him, not wanting you to drive with any alcohol in your system. It wasn’t uncommon for you to spend the night once in a while, being able to comfortably sleep beside him without anything handsy happening.

The two of you eventually ended up sitting on the edge of his bed, a heated make-out taking place. The amount of wine you had was making you a little more relaxed than usual while doing this, up until you felt Hannibal’s hand. It rested on your knee for a moment before you felt it slowly slide up your thigh. Hannibal had only ever touched your face and shoulders, never venturing lower than that. Your fight or flight kicked in, and you quickly shoved his hand away, jumping back a bit on the bed and almost falling off.

Hannibal stopped immediately, “Y/N..” He began, but he was cut off seeing tears begin to fall down your face. You sat against the headboard while covering your face with your hands, remembering everything your ex had ever done to you. Hannibal stayed calm, whispering that he was apologetic about what he had done, and telling you to breathe and asking if you needed him to do anything for you to help. He didn’t touch you, giving you space on the bed for you to calm down.

As you calmed, sniffling and breathing heavily, Hannibal spoke up, “It won’t happen again, Y/N, I promise. Your comfortability is my top priority, I just got a little carried away,” His voice was soft and loving. “Tell me what I can do for you.”

You let out a long sigh, finally being able to breathe normally again, “I’m okay, it just made me… remember some things,” You rub your face tiredly, “I’m sorry I freaked out like that…”

Hannibal shakes his head, “Don’t apologise, you didn’t do anything wrong,” He assures you, “Would you like me to run you a bath to relax?”

“Yes, thank you..” You watch as he rises from the bed, standing in front of you for a moment, “We don’t have to do anything, ever, if you aren’t comfortable with it. And I will always respect whatever you choose,” He says, giving you a comforting smile before disappearing into the bathroom.

You watch him go, wondering how you ended up with such a caring man after such a terrible one.

Hannibal falling in love

It is ridiculous how wrapped around your little finger he was.

From the first moment he laid eyes on you he found his new fixation. Every time you were in the same room with him his gaze was fixed on you, observing silently every detail, getting to know you before you were even introduced.

Of course he would be very careful, almost suspicious of any new person being added to his social circle. For a man obsessed with his social image he had to be cautious of any potential competitor and you were just lovely. So charming, well educated, funny, and polite.

He found you unusually enchanting. Of course he recognised your beauty but there was something less superficial about you that just pulled him in.

The feeling was known to him yet very rare as it never seemed to have a happy end. He knew he tended to be quite intense with his emotions and that never ended well so he promised himself it wouldn’t be that way with you.

It wasn’t long till you happened to be invited to the same dinner parties through common friends. How could he not observe you when you were sitting opposite of him only a few centimetre out of his reach? Every time you happened to talk he found the perfect opportunity to study you, the way you spoke, the way you smiled, the faces you made when you found something funny, stupid or ridiculous. You tried to be discreet not to offend anyone but he noticed, he noticed and he loved every expression your precious face made.

If you happened to sit next to him he would already know what perfume you wore, what scented shampoo you used everything. (And he wouldn’t mind doing some personal research about you beforehand)

With every joke of yours he found himself truly laughing and when you spoke his inner monologue quietened and he didn’t have to pretend to be listening because he actually did.

For a man like him who spent most part of his life stuck inside his head, building fortresses against the cruelty of people you quickly broke down everything while having him feeling so comfortable and at ease with you. You had him hooked.

Of course he noticed the way other people looked at you. Women and men with their envy and lust and he wouldn't be jealous if he only knew you were his.

During his sessions he found himself unable to focus on anything, his mind just replaying every conversation you two had over and over like a broken radio. Almost every night he was awake at the most unholy hours, his mind unable to rest and stop thinking about you. That was when he knew it was inevitable.

His insomnia and love for you he treated with writing love letters and sonnets, making sketches and drawings of you as he imagined you, all of them hidden and locked in the drawer of his office and his heart too.

Now not only were you dominating his every through but his whole life too.

He would take notes into his head of your interests and would say all the perfect things to keep you interested. What were your hobbies? Art, literature, music he would become an expert for you. He knew everything from Taylor Swift's latest album to the full analysis of your favourite poem. He would do and learn about anything you liked and was passionate about, just to keep you talking to him with that sparkle in your eyes. He could do it for hours, days and every minute for the next of his life.

I hope you don’t share your affections with anyone special because if he found out which he would, they would be the next missing person in town or worse.

When you became used to him and you got to know each other better he found his chance to invite you to one of his special dinners. Only that one would be even more special as you would be the only guest hence having his sole interest. He had one whole evening to amaze you with his culinary skills, deep, meaningful conversations about art, philosophy and life. At the end of the night he had you feeling it too.

And when the time came and you became his you and the whole world would see just how smitten he is.

He laughed with every joke, he listened to you carefully and everytime your name was mentioned he couldn't help but smile. Any little things that caught your eyes you would have and if you asked for the moon itself he would find a way to give it to you.

He didn’t mind, he actually loved it. That was love for him. He wanted to be your loyal servant and your beloved and feared god all at once. Could you give him this and he would give you the world.

If you didn’t however return his affections or god forbid you betray him that would be a very different and tragic(for you) story.

Hii!

I hope you're having a nice day!

Could I get Hannibal/Hannigram comforting reader after they have a breakdown.

I just found out I lost my internship because the company doesn't like people with anxiety so kinda pissed. I just need some fictional men comfort but if you don't like it please ignore!

Thank you!

Take care!

~🦊

Hi! my day was shitty but it ended better than it began so!your so kind! I'm sorry that happened to you,some people really fucking suck. hope some hannibal comfort can help🥺

Warnings: breakdown, crying, use of darling, one mention of dessert sorry if you don't like dessert

Summary: what it says above,comfort, hurt/comfort, the reason for the breakdown is not specified in the fic, gender neutral , hannibal being comforting as fuck.

A:N- please do not interact if you are a minor! 18+ only.

"Good morning" hannibal smiles at you, your wondering down the corridor, head pointed down at the floor. You don't even look up. Hannibal notices instantly, he's concerned, its not like you to ignore him, in fact you've chastised him before for not saying good morning to you when he forgot once, which just worries him even more.

Slamming the door to your workspace, you take a shuddering breath, bracing yourself on the desk. There's a knock at your door.

"Y/n?" Hannibals voice is soft and it makes you waver

He gets no response but he can hear your ragged breathing through the door.

The door clicks open and he approaches you slowly.

"Y/n", he says again, leaning one hand on the same desk and the other on your waist.

You look up at him, tears streaming down your face and hannibal instantly opens his arms.

He holds you so tight and you'd think it would impede your ability to take in a breath even more but it does the opposite, you make no move to pull away as the man holds you while you sob.

"Hey, your alright, I've got you darling it's okay" hannibals words, whilst they provide you with an immense amount of comfort, just make you sob even more.

"Oh darling" hannibal gives you a squeeze. He can feel your body shake with sobs.

"I need you to take a breath for me, can you do that?" He starts rubbing your back as he speaks.

You try and do as he asks, it's just a small one, comes out all shaky,but it's enough for now.

"that's it" he encourages. You hold onto him for dear life as he soothes you.

When your sobs die down to just sniffles, you pull away slightly, hannibals face is full of concern and you can see it that he wants to soothe you.

Hannibal moves his hand to your face, swiping his thumb over a tear.

"I got you, okay?" He assures you

You give a little nod, your lip starts to quiver again and hannibal pulls you straight back into him.

"Come here darling, its okay,let's get out of here hmm? Let me take care of you?, you can tell me all about it if you want?" He asks

You nod, wiping the tears from your face before reaching out for his hand. Hannibal keeps your hand in his as he escorts you to his car.

"Now, what's your favourite dessert?, we can get it to go?" He smiles, starting the car.

Hannibal

Trigger warning for self harm.

Request is under the read more.

A:N- this is a one off, i will not be doing any other requests on this subject so please do not ask. This is not meant to romanticise or anything, I am writing from past experiences and if any of the themes in this fic are triggering, don't read it. this was requested by @melavoris . Also Thankyou for being so respectful of my boundaries when requesting this fic! 💖

Request: can you do hannibal with a reader who self harms and he sees her healing scars and what he would do.

sorry for this taking so long- I had to take a break from uni and have felt like a complete fucking failure so... anyway, time to crawl out of my self pity hole, here you go! I tried to keep it vague whilst also including the details you asked for.

Warnings: self harm(no actual scenes of this but its the theme of the fic), scars, , hurt /comfort, 18+ only thanku! Female reader.

it's an avalanche of bad luck that ends with you and hannibal in this four room motel, with only one bed of course, stranded in the middle of the country, with a storm brewing for the night.

Jack had sent the two of you to interview someone connected to the case, you and hannibal worked well together, your skills and knowledge complimented each others work.

"I don't have anything to wear" you whined at hannibal, a smirk making it's way across his face.

"I have a spare shirt you can wear" hannibal says, because of course this man keeps spare shirts in his boot.

The shirt is long enough for you to keep a little dignity at least.

"I'll take the cou- you begin to say before he cuts you off.

"No, you will not, the bed is big enough for us both, the couch is big enough for neither of us" he says, matter of factly. But he's right, you could barely sit two people on the couch let alone lie and sleep on it.

"Um, alright" you say, slightly nervous.

"it's okay y/n" , he reassures you, seeming to sense your apprehension.

By the time hannibals out the shower, you've drifted off to sleep, he chuckles quietly at the sight, one leg flung over the quilt, arm shoved under the pillow.

It's not until hannibal gets in the other side and sees the flashes of red across your thigh.

Hannibal gently tugs the quilt until its free, he puts it back over you, tucks you in softly.

The next morning, your awoken by the shower running, hannibal in nothing but a towel.

"I saved you some hot water" he smiles.

There's a bottle of antiseptic on the shower shelf, thats lucky, you thought.

Your packing up your things to finally get out of this shitty room when hannibal gently catches your arm.

"Y/n, are you alright?" He asks, his voice is comforting, soothing, laced with concern.

"Im okay" you say.

"Hm". Hannibal smiles slightly, but he's not satisfied with your response.

Hannibal cares for you, deeply. You and him are close, he hates to think of you struggling on your own.

Hannibals driving, he asks if you'd like to come over for dinner, since there's no point going back to the office this late. You agree, delighted, his cooking is something else.

You make yourself comfortable while he dots about his house.

"Here, I have something for you" hannibal says, there's that deep comforting voice again that makes you feel safe.

You eye him confused, its a rubber band.

"Some of my patients, they've said it helps, in the short term" he says, his eyes never leave yours, but there's no pity or sadness or anything at all like that.

He's holding your hand in his, his grip tight, but not hard.

"It's okay y/n" he smiles, his hand moves to your cheek.

"Thankyou" you say quietly.

Hannibal doesn't let go of you as he speaks again.

"Whatever it is, y/n, I'm here".

"There are many things to try that can help, if you like, I can work through them with you". He adds.

"we don't have to talk, not tonight, but I want you to be safe and know that I'm not going anywhere, I'm here, I'll always be here". Hannibal soothes.

"okay" you nod, as he pulls you into a hug.

He holds you tight, but softly.

"Okay" he agrees.

cervi e consumo

hannibal lecter x reader

a/n: hello! so i began posting this on another blog, but have decided to continue posting it here since i’m on this way more often!! it used to be called love crime (sopravvivero).

i’ve developed my plan for the plot a LOT more, and definitely know what im going to do with it.

if i tagged you, it means that you wanted to be added to a tag list or reblogged it. this is the first chapter but i’ll be publishing the second very soon!

tags: @catchmybreath94 @flow33didontsmoke @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @zoleea-exultant

summary: When you begin sessions with your new psychiatrist, the renowned Dr. Lecter, you never would’ve imagined falling into the rabbit hole you get stuck in. Faced with a horrible trauma, deer and cannibalism haunt your subconscious. Suddenly, Dr. Lecter is a part of all this. In more ways than one.

chapter 1: the beginning

“Dr. Lecter is ready to see you now,” the polite receptionist says, with a smile sent your way. It’s no more than a flash of positivity before she turns back to her paper work, reflected by her thin framed glasses. As her eyes scanned over the work, turning back to frantically look over her desk, presumably searching for something, she gave off an obvious air of worry. Perhaps she was new.

You were too.

Your first day of therapy. Well, your first day of therapy with this new psychiatrist. It wasn’t something you were exactly frantically nervous about- as the poor polite receptionist was. You’d been to therapy before. You were accustomed to the shallow invasion and prodding of the mind. This time, your hope was that this new Dr. Lecter would be unique. Different.

You’d heard many good things about him. Ranging from his written work and studies, to his success with patients. And after the worsening state of your mind and the life you had built around you, you decided that it was time to try again. So far, you weren’t disappointed. The office was classy. Nice chairs were set in the waiting room, where you had sat for some time. There was tasteful art, quiet classical music in the background. Bach, you had guessed. Other than the receptionist, it had emitted an air of class and calmness.

You flashed a smile back at the receptionist, returning the politeness.

“Thank you very much,” you replied. You weren’t sure if she heard given how diligently she was scanning her desk currently. But it was of no matter, you had been polite, it was the most you could do. You stepped up to a wooden door, unsure if you’d have to knock. Before you could, the door was opened, and Dr. Lecter was revealed to you.

He was handsome. You weren’t one to judge or weigh value off of looks, but you would give him that simple statement. Looks were not the most important thing to you, and you certainly were not meaning it in a romantic way. But he was handsome. The eyes that quickly met yours were brown, maybe with a hint of hazel. His hair was brown as well, it shone in the light from his office. He wore a navy blue plaid suit, giving him an obvious air of seriousness, of class and respect. His lips curled into a smile, and yours followed suit.

“I imagine you are my new patient, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” he spoke, his voice was rich and soothing.

“Dr. Lecter, I’ve heard many wonderful things about you and your work. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well.” you replied calmly, mirroring his niceties and charm. He had a quiet suave demeanor. As if on instinct, you both reached your hands out for a handshake. More niceties. This doctor was very formal. You appreciated that. As your hands touched you felt his eyes scan you quickly. Almost like an eagle searching a field for prey. Though, there wasn’t malice behind this look.

“Please, do come in.” he said, leading you into his large room. And what a large room it was.

It had a mostly grey color palette, with the exception of the one wall which was a dark red. To your right was a large wall, with two large red and white striped curtains. To your left, a desk, obviously a professional one. Lamps and books and art decorated the top. Further back to your left was another desk and a chair, but nothing was on this one. Behind that, a fireplace. The room was lined with cabinets and bookshelves, and art (specifically paintings) were anything but scarce. Right in front of you however, were two chairs facing each other. And there was a ladder, on the wall behind them, leading up to another level of the room. This one was lined with books of all shapes and sizes and colors. You took note of the other items in the room. Your eyes scanned from the couch against the back wall, to the couch in front of the windows. The room seemed lightly dull at first, but the more you gazed, the more points of color stood out to you.

After having visually scoured the room, you summarized that the collection of books, European furniture, and art was not simply the doing of the building’s hypothetical interior designer. By his outfit and the look of the room, Dr. Lecter was a man of intellectuality, power, curiosity, and ambition. He was impressive.

“Have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the two seats in the middle of the room- each sat directly across from the other. Each had small tables next to them, but one had a book (presumably for taking notes on patients) and a box of tissues. You assumed the seat that the book and tissue box adorned table belonged to: was his. So you took the other seat, smoothing the bottom half of your clothing as you sat down. He took a seat across from you, crossing his legs and folding his hands neatly in his lap.

“I have no doubt you know why you’re here.” he said politely. He was direct, eyes still piercing into you. You were afraid to look away. You wanted to maintain the eye contact but at the same time, the socially nervous part of you longed to break it, longed to gaze around the sophisticated room instead of facing his perceptive gaze.

“Yes, Doctor.” you replied, finally working up the courage to break the mural stare and look down as you smiled at him. He returned a brief smile, and nodded once.

“So then, I hope you won’t mind if I list off the reasons you put for requesting my psychiatric assistance which led to us meeting today?” he inquired, taking his notebook from the small table next to him.

“Not at all, go ahead.” you gave him an encouraging nod and he opened his book. As he looked over a page, a realization came to you. You realized how intimate the placing of his chairs was. You mirrored him and put one leg over the other. You wondered if this was a tactic of his to create a sense of connection, equality. Interesting.

He began to list off the reasons of your current visit, words coated in that smooth accent. He finished and looked up at you.

“Is that all correct?”

“Yes,” you said, pausing a moment. There was some more, but this was only the first session. You hated the way it sounded so labeled when it was all laid out like that, so shallow. Realizing your answer might’ve seemed curt, you rushed to say more. “Yes, that’s all correct.”

He set his book down on the side table and looked at you for a moment. The thought crossed your mind that he might be waiting for you to speak, you were about to say something when he spoke at last.

“How do you feel right now, at this very particular moment?” he asked you, your last name politely slipping from his lips at the end of his question, eyes endlessly boring into you.

“I feel,” you hesitated, trying to come up with the right words. “Comfortable and welcomed. Yet nervous.”

“I’m glad you feel comfortable and welcomed, I try to provide sufficient hospitality for those in my care. Though, tell me, why do you feel nervous?” he asked.

“I’ve just met someone new. Someone who will be peering into my mind, learning the most personal parts of me. It’s an odd thought that a man I met a few minutes ago will come to know my mind so deeply.” you replied, watching Hannibal process your answer. He had a good poker face.

“Are you afraid of what I might uncover in the depths of your mind?” he asked.

“I think everyone’s a little afraid of what can be perceived in the most personal parts of their mentality. We all have only so much we express. To the eye it may seem to show enough, but there’s so much hidden where we store our deepest thoughts.” you replied. You liked the knowledgeable banter.

“Knowing those parts of you is a fundamental aspect to your treatment, as it is to any patient. I am not here to judge, or to exploit. I am here to come to know your being and attempt to help it in a way that is beneficial to your mental well-being.” he replied.

“You make a good point, Doctor.” you replied, flashing him a smile. He returned it, and opened his book.

“Well then, shall we begin?” he asked, his eyes still focused on yours.

“Of course.” you replied.

And so began your session with Hannibal Lecter, your new psychiatrist.

cervi e consumo

hannibal lecter x reader

chapter 2: il sentiero

well you made it though your first session with Dr. Lecter! how will the second go?

a/n: song inspiration for this chapter: lacrimosa by mozart

hello!! i just wanna say thank you so much for reading. just a warning: this chapter contains descriptions of a panic attack and brief descriptions of a car accident with an animal. if this is something that might bother you i recommend doing what’s best for you mentally. enjoy!!

tags: @flow33didontsmoke

chapter 2: il sentiero

Your first session with Dr. Lecter had gone well. You were still a bit apprehensive as to what you might show the man so far, but he had given you lots to think on.

He truly impressed you so far. From what you could gather, he not only was incredibly intellectual, but also a man of philosophy. You could admire that. Hell, you already admired him. He seemed good at his profession. Already, he’d referenced the work of Dante.

“The path to paradise begins in hell, as Dante put once. Just as you right now are in low conditions in your mind, I have to imagine that we always have brighter places to work towards.” he had said, his deep voice rang clearly across the room.

You had thought about it, and he had been right. You’ve got to start somewhere, even if it’s hell. Though you felt dramatic for calling your current situation “hell”. You appreciated how well-read he was though. It had inspired you.

An hour later you were sitting with a copy of Dante’s Divine Comedy in your lap, weighing down on your legs. The cover had a painting behind the title and other writings on the cover. You scanned the faces that were shown, and in interest, made out two figures, staring at legs coming out of the ground. For such a classic renowned book, it sure did have a strange cover. But the wisdom in your psychiatrists words had inflicted a curiosity upon you that was deeper than any unsettled emotion.

The evening after your session wore on, and in time, you had fallen into a deep sleep.

Days passed slowly, and the pages of the book turned with your continuing progress. It took patience to get through. Both the days and the book. Your job flooded you with responsibilities and when you came home and opened the heavy book, you were faced with words that did take some effort to decipher, but soon you found comfort in the word-laden pages. You tried listening to his advice about how the path to paradise begins in hell. What could paradise have in store for you? How long would this path take? Why couldn’t you have just started halfway? What if this wasn’t hell, and your journey hadn’t begun, and things would only get worse? Anxious questions seemed to constantly flood your mind, attacking any means of traveling on said “path.” Throughout the next few days, when the questions occasionally became too much, you would think back to Dr. Lecter’s rich voice, the distinguished air of his room, his analytic chestnut eyes. And the thought that soon you’d be there again. All hope wasn’t lost for you. You had Dante, Dr. Lecter, and this so-called path to paradise. You’d been through a lot to even make it here. You would try this. You had to.

Before you knew it, you were once again in the refined waiting room. Music once again played softly and the receptionist seemed to be in the exact same nervous state she was in yesterday. This time as you sat you allowed yourself to study your surroundings a bit more. Your eyes focused more clearly on the paintings that adorned the walls, you allowed yourself to breathe in, the air smelling of books and something you couldn’t quite name. You allowed yourself to gain a less tense position than last time, though your hands fidgeted slightly in your lap and you couldn’t help but notice the pattern of your breathing and your heart. You were nervous. You usually were before sessions, it wasn’t something you were unaccustomed to. You knew though that as time went on, you would relax into things more, just as you had already.

“He’s ready to see you now,” the receptionist spoke suddenly. A pleasant smile was plastered on her face. You nodded at her and stood, crossing the waiting room to stand in front of the wooden door, just as you had the week before. You looked back at the receptionist. Her face was now turned back to her work but her eyes still held the smile from the moment before. The nervous energy that had encompassed her not too long ago suddenly seemed a lot less nervous. Maybe it was simply energy. Maybe she was simply passionate about her work. She didn’t seem unhappy. This made a smile begin to grow on your face too. You made a mental note to talk to her more next time.

Sounds from the other side of the door interrupted your thoughts. It sounded like footsteps against the wooden floor, heading towards you. And as if on cue, the door in front of you opened to leave you smiling at the face of your psychiatrist.

He looked about the same as the last time you’d seen him. The same well-styled earthy hair, paired with the earthy eyes, the charming smile. The one different thing about him was his suit. The one he wore today was a brown plaid one.

“Good evening,” he spoke and a part of you relaxed at hearing his soothing voice, “How do you do? Please, come in,”

You smiled and stepped past him, walking into the large tranquil office. It felt reassuring, in a strange way, to be back here. The quote about the path flashed through your mind.

“Good evening to you as well, Doctor,” you replied to the man and turned to give him a smile as he followed you through the doorway, “I’ve been quite well. And you?”

“I happen to have been the exact same,” he replied. Just as last time, he gestured to the two chairs in the middle of the room and you both made your way over to have a seat. Once again, your thoughts danced around how intimate the setting was. You appreciated it. His eyes studied you, and it now felt like a common thing to get the feeling he wanted you to speak. This time, you took the opportunity.

“I’ve begun reading The Divine Comedy, as you quoted it in our last session,” you said. For a moment, you wondered if you shouldn’t have said it. You weren’t sure why. It just felt personal, deep. You knew it was meant to though. You also couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment you were feeling or if it was the strange feeling of being open. Your eyes suddenly focused again on Dr. Lecter and for a brief instant you thought you might’ve seen interest flash across his features before he spoke.

“What a keen memory you have,” he replied. The way your last name formally slipped from his lips at the end of his praise made your lips quirk up in a slight smile, “You must tell me your thoughts on it,”

“It’s fascinating. I love finding the meaning in such complex words. It all gives me so much to think about. While I have not read too much of it yet, I do intend to continue,” you remarked.

“I must admit, I quite agree with you. The meanings and knowledge woven into such works are intellectual delicacies. It does one much good to take a bite,” he responded.

As the session carried on, you did your best to comprehend his thought-provoking words. It only made you want to read the book more. Your mind wandered back to it, even as the conversation had steadily drifted away from that topic a while ago. In between the continuing banter, the appealing idea of curling up with the book when you got home became a thought that was growing in prominence. You might light some candles, settle into bed, maybe get something to eat or drink. You pictured the how the world would look from your window. The way buildings would be soaked in shadows of the navy night, the way wind would trickle through leaves in quiet susurrus. The night would be pretty to drive home in. Stillness protruding from the trees around the roads that led to your home. The idea of such a pleasant evening was incipient in your head.

Your attention was about to return to Dr. Lecter, when a sudden memory flashed through your thoughts. Headlights on a dark road, the shining eyes of the deer, the sudden franticness, a sickening jolt of the moving vehicle, a gut-wrenching scream. The recollection instantly made your stomach drop in the most dreadful way. You felt as if you were back in that moment. Your heart began to race, an execrable gut-churning feeling of pure terror took place in your abdomen and stomach. Unbeknownst to you, your hands had begun to fidget in your lap. Your eyes fixed on one spot on the floor. The emotion of panic felt like it had taken over your entire being. The moment just kept replaying in your mind. You saw it, even worse, you felt it, over and over in your mind. You silently screamed for a way out, feeling desperate. Your breaths became short as you felt increasing horror in your chest, laboring your breathing with pressure. You just wanted to make it stop. You were scared. You wanted a way out. Stop. Stop. Stop. Please get me away from this.

Abruptly, something began to intrude on your distraught and terrified state. A voice began to make its way through your racing thoughts. It was a deep and rich voice, dusted with an accent. Taking a moment to hurriedly try to identify the voice, it was Dr. Lecter’s. He was saying your last name in that formal way he had a habit of saying it in. Your eyes darted to him, seeing that he was now crouched next to your chair. That calm demeanor was still on. He felt so far away, the memory playing over again in your mind. You felt your mind begin to delve back into the state it was in before. You faintly heard your name off his lips again.

“Look at me,” he firmly instructed. You felt like you couldn’t, as if you were frozen in your memories. Your name left his lips once more. “I must ask you to try and listen.”

You wrenched your eyes away from the spot on the floor, turning to him. Though your eyes were on him, you felt as if your mind was a million miles away. For an instant, with the help of his voice, you felt more stable. You tried your best to keep your eyes on him.

“You are safe, you are in my office. No harm will come to you here. No doubt you feel overwhelmed right now. Try to focus on your breathing, in and out,” with his words, you began to break through the wall of panic that had settled in your mind, “I assure you, your mind cannot immure you.”

The world around you slowly became present to you again as he spoke. He continued, and you listened, fighting away the emotion. Occasionally your eyes would squeeze shut and your abdomen would tense in fear, but Dr. Lecter’s voice would always pull you back to where you were. You focused on him, the comforting words that continued to leave his mouth, the way he pointed out things in his office to distract you. He spoke softly about some of the paintings, your eyes caught occasionally on the strokes of the paintbrush that had created images with swirling emotion. Like the state of your mind.

Eventually, your focus was more on him than it was the memory that had resurfaced. Parts of your face were still tinged with worry, and you didn’t feel all that comfortable with your posture, but it was better than you had felt minutes before. You didn’t notice the doctor had been silent until he spoke, your name leaving his lips in that formal way before he finished his question.

“I take it that what just occurred was quite an intense panic attack. Might I ask if you know what triggered it?”

“A memory,” you spoke, you watched as he gently rose and stepped back to his chair where he took a seat, “It’s not important now.”

You wished so badly to be able to tell the man about the memory, but felt if you got into it, you might get stuck in that well of emotion and never come out.

“What has the ability to bother us to that extent is of great importance.” Dr. Lecter replied smoothly. You noticed the way his eyes silently searched you, as if deciphering you like an ancient language. The man was perceptive. You wondered what exactly he was searching. Your body language, your mind, signs of another panic attack. At this thought, you took special notice of his own body language. His legs were crossed as they usually were and his chin was tilted upwards ever so slightly. His hands were folded neatly in his lap. Even after witnessing such a paroxysm of emotion as yours, he managed to stay calm and unalarmed. You couldn’t deny that it was impressive.

“Could I talk to you about it at our next session, Dr. Lecter? Extreme emotions like that seem like too much to handle at the moment,” you felt bad saying that, and worried it came across as rude. But at least it gave you something to plan for leading up to the next session.

“If that is what you feel will benefit you the most,” he said with the slightest nod of his head, “Though, never be afraid to feel. It is much more than a mortal burden. Emotions allow us to have such a scope of remarkable experiences. Those of us filled with vehemence are bestowed with one of the best human gifts and burdens. Do not be afraid of it.”

The formal concluding niceties occurred as you were left ruminating on his words. He had a point. Of course he did, he knew this stuff.

Eventually, you had both risen from your respective seats in the middle of the room and were beginning your walk to the door you would be exiting from. He opened the door for you, but you paused. Looking back a him and giving him a soft look you spoke.

“Thank you.” you said, you saw a spark of both pride and slight confusion glow in his eye, accompanied by a slight turn of his head.

“I’m your psychiatrist,” he said, your last name leaving his lips in that formal way you’d grown used to, “It’s my pleasure.”

You stepped out of his office and before you knew it, you were back in the chilly air of the night. You looked at the building you had just exited, seeing warm light glow from the rooms inside, a contrast from the dark sky overhead. Part of you wished to be back in his office. Bach playing softly in the background, surrounded by art and literature from times far passed, the doctor’s sophisticated and accented voice ringing clearly through the room.

You could get used to this.

And now, you had Dante waiting for you to read when you got home.

Your journey on the path had begun.

Such a Pity

NBC Hannibal x Gn reader Oneshot

Tw: mentions of a human body, implied reader death, angst?

AN: This is my first piece of writing, hence why it’s short. Hope you enjoy!

It had been several months since Dr. Bloom had recommended you to Dr. Lecter. You found him a bit odd at first, with his classy and monotone personality. Something about you had piqued his interest. After a month he invited you to have dinner with him, you being a bit interested in him, decided to go. You really enjoyed the dinner, complementing his cooking skills several times throughout the night. As the days passed he invited you over for dinner again, and as the months passed, it became a habit for you to go over for dinner weekly. It was the third time you’d gone over this month and everything was going great, until Hannibal got a call from Will. Hannibal apologized and stepped away for a moment. You took the opportunity to explore, little did you know that would be the gravest mistake you’ve ever made. You stumbled across what you assumed to be a pantry. Naturally you were curious and wanted to take a few notes on the spices he used, so you opened the door and flicked on the light. You froze, in utter fear and shock as you slowly realized what the human corpse hanging in front of you meant. Before you could even think of running you heard a sigh from behind you. “Such a pity really, I was hoping to keep you around a bit longer.” Was the last thing you heard before your world went black.

Imagine: Having your first dinner with Hannibal.

Hannibal smiled softly, watching you „I hope you like it.” He said with his deep voice

You looked at him and smiled „Yes, it’s delicious. Thank you for inviting me on a dinner, dr. Lecter.” You said happil

„Please, [Y/N] call Me, Hannibal.”

You nodded „Okay, Thank you again, Hannibal.” You said softly and returned to eating.

Author: Cass

Gif: X

Ideas for sale Masterlist. (NOT FICS)

Feel free to use my ideas, you dont have to tag me or credit me if you don't wanna <3 I am merely a loyal servant at your disposal 🧑‍🔬

Having writers block? Yea me too except I always have ideas. Ignore my past posts 😶. I post when I'm bored (nearly every day)

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN. just say the fandom, give me gender and a emoji, then I'll write out the idea]

I do [x reader] [character x character] [OC x OC] [OC x Character] [Art ideas] [Lore ideas] [C.ai ideas]

Romantic - 🩵

Platonic - ✨

Requested - 👁️

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Lore ideas - 😨

Smut - 👀

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Songfic - 🎵

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In general:

✨Grandma/Grandpa Reader

🩵or👀Cheerleader!reader

🩵Portrait painter!reader

🩵Lace wig!reader

🩵✨foodie!reader

🩵👀 rings!reader

🩵👀 empty eyed!reader

🩵Galaxy eyed!reader

🩵shadow!reader

🩵✨ unhinged!reader

🩵✨ among us!reader

🩵✨ carver/crochet!reader

🩵🎵I like me better!reader

Shameless

🩵🎵angry!pianist!reader

🩵✨ glitter!reader

✨ Neighbor Fem/Male! Reader

Cod/Modern warfare

📖NF! Ghost fanfic

Haikyuu

🩵Supportive!reader, 🩵✨Baker!reader, 🩵👀Tattoo!reader

🩵Sleepcall!reader

Encanto

❓Tf all the writers go? Did the authors curse hit them?

Dead by daylight

👀🩵Form!shifter!reader

🩵😨cyborg(body horror)!reader

🩵😨Deathwhistle!reader

Greek gods/percy Jackson

Cursed!Child of gods au!

This au is a series of ideas in which reader/your oc was born with a 1% chance of inheriting a curse from their parents.

😨✨Aphrodite!child. Curse of utter devotion

😨✨Demeter!child. Curse of emotional thorn damage

😨✨Athena!child. Curse of insanity decent.

😨✨Apollo!child. Curse of eternal loneliness

Pianist!reader who plays their emotions. One day the character recognizes that reader has had a bad day, only to come home later or wake up to reader on their piano playing "engravings" by Ethan bortnic

Or some angry sounding song on the piano