#Beverly Katz x Reader

[voxmortuus]

Hello, I’m back to make a request. If you still write for Beverly Katz that is. 🥲

If you do then I’d like to request Beverly with a M!reader who is very sarcastic and try’s to make small jokes whenever possible, it could even be in a serious moment.

maybe just some small head cannons, please and thank you.

►PAIRING: Beverly Katz X Male!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Hannibal ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: None ►NOTE: My day is going alright so far thank you. I hope you are doing well. Sorry if this isn't exactly what you were looking for. ►IMAGE CREDIT: @seekthenight ►DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Hannibal Masterlist

You're sarcastic, let's face it, she's likely just as sassy back.

Your jokes will just responded by with her own.

Chances are you two will be back and forth on jokes for days.

Serious looks during serious times when you decide to crack a joke.

Doesn't mean she won't laugh though.

She will likely write your best jokes down.

She will enjoy your silliness even when the moment calls for it to be serious.

She'll likely take you to events because of how dull they can be.

Car rides? Yes please, those will be kept entertaining.

Each state will have a joke.

Each street will have a joke.

Every passing car will have a story that ends in some sort of joke.

There is never a dull moment where there is a will there is a joke

Careful, when you least expect it she'll have a joke of her own.

You could end up in joke contests.

She may answer you with a sassy remark even if it's not a joke.

There will always be laughter with her.

She may tell your jokes to others to break the ice.

Your jokes will likely be known around the others.

[p1nkprincess444]

Hannibal with his FBI agent s/o on their weddibg night (she knows about him)

I took a bit of my own spin on this request, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ - ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ ʟᴇᴄᴛᴇʀ

female fbi agent!reader x hannibal lecter

word count: 1,695

contents: 18+, marriage, very small mentions of murder, small angst

Your hands were shaking as you picked up the drawings in front of you. They were detailed intricate drawings of murder victims from cases you had been on, but they were never shown to the public in such a way. The only people who would have seen the victims in this way were fellow FBI agents and the killer… But how could Hannibal have known? You thought maybe you left a file out in the open and he had wandered upon it. Before you could think of anything else two large hands clasped over your shoulders. 

The day was perfect, there was a nice breeze blowing through the air as the sun peaked out from behind the clouds. You with your close friend Beverly who was helping you into your floor length white gown. Your dress clung to your figure beautifully and was detailed with small gems and pearls sewn into the fabric. Hannibal had instructed you to get the gown that you loved the most, and now you were wearing it and you were sure Hannibal would love it. Your mind wandered to your soon to be husband as Beverly cinched your corset up before tying the ribbon in a beautiful bow. You hugged each other tightly before fixing small details on one another's hair and dresses. 

Hannibal was in the room opposite of yours with his one and only groomsman, Will Graham. Hannibal didn’t keep many friends but when you suggested Will Graham to be his groomsman he wouldn’t have it any other way. They were wearing identical suits except for their different colored ties. Hannibal had a matching pocket square tucked neatly in his left coat pocket. Hannibal was never a nervous man but now he had found himself with the smallest of wedding day jitters. 

There was a soft knock on your door before Will’s head popped in, “ Uhm- we’re ready. ”

“ Doesn’t she look beautiful, Will, ” Beverly's hands were straightening out your veil when she asked Will the question. 

“ Yeah- you look beautiful y/n. ” Will popped back out of the room before he joined Hannibal at the front of the aisle once more. 

The music began to play, making everyone stand before they turned to face the end of the aisle. First to come out was Beverly who wore a beautiful gown with her hair pinned up as she held a small bouquet that matched yours. Everyone's eyes locked on you as you made your way down the aisle. A bright smile was plastered across your face as your eyes locked onto your soon to be husband’s. Hannibal had a gentle smile on his lips as you stood in front of him. It was all so perfect, the weather was perfect, you were perfect. 

The ceremony came to a close with a final kiss before you both made your way down the aisle hand in hand. You parted only for a moment so that you could change into your reception dress, but when you came back out you both were inseparable once more. 

You joined Hannibal for your first dance together, his hands rested on the small of your back as the other held onto your hand. Hannibal waltzed with a certain elegance and no matter how many times you practiced with him you could not match his grace, but he enjoyed holding you close to him nonetheless. He spun you away from him unexpectedly making you laugh before he pulled you back against him. When the music came to an end you both pulled away before all of the women who attended the wedding joined in the center of the room for the bouquet toss. 

As you threw the bouquet back women dove to catch the small bundle of flowers but in the end miraculously Beverly caught it, holding up the flowers like a trophy as she smiled. 

Once everyone had been seated at their tables Hannibal joined you at the front of the venue to cut the cake. Hannibal scooped frosting onto the tip of his index finger before smearing it onto your nose. A smile graced your lips before you did the same. The night went on perfectly as you danced with friends and family before running off with your now husband back to your home. 

Hannibal could hardly keep his hands off you as soon as you took off your dress revealing a newly purchased lingerie set underneath. His hands were clasped onto your hips as he stood in only his button up shirt and boxers, but before you could get either off Hannibal was tossing you onto the bed and planting kisses all the way down your skin until he reached your panties. Hannibal pressed a gentle kiss to your clothed clit through your panties before his fingers hooked under the lacy fabric and pulled them down your thighs. He wasted no time before his head was buried between your thighs, his mouth sucking and lapping at your clit. You writhed under Hannibal as his movements were precise and calculated, he knew every inch of your body and he knew exactly how to exploit it as well. His fingers joined in on the assault of his mouth making your back arch as his fingers pushed deep inside you. His movements were fast but precise as his fingers curled over and over abusing that sweet spot deep inside your cunt. 

“ Mm’ gonna-, ” before I could even finish my sentence I was cumming all over Hannibal’s lips and fingers. 

A grin plastered across Hannibal’s face as he sat up on his heels, he brought his fingers to his mouth sucking your cum from them before he leaned down placing a kiss to your lips. Hannibal’s movements were quick as he pulled off his boxers before pulling you into his lap. His fingers dug into the flesh on your hips before he lowered you down onto his cock. He guided you up and down on his cock while pressing soft kisses to your lips. 

“ You’re so beautiful- so perfect when you’re so full of me, my love.” Hannibal’s voice was husky as his words were muffled against your lips.

His tongue pushed past your teeth and into your mouth as it tangled with yours while your hips moved in tandem with his. Hannibal’s lips soon parted from your as he took your breast into his mouth using his hand to grope your other. His tongue swirled around your nipple while his teeth dug into your breast. It was all so much the feeling of his cock buried so deep inside of you while his mouth and hands were all over your body. His hand moved from the other as did his mouth, the pleasure he gave you was like no other while he mumbled words of praise against your soft skin. He couldn’t keep his hands off you as he laid you back on the bed, his thrusts became much rougher then they had been when you were seated in his lap. His hips drilled into yours while his lips placed open mouth kisses all over your neck as breasts. You felt as if you were on cloud nine from the sensation of his cock slamming into your cervix over and over. You could barely remember your own name as your orgasm crashed over you while you moaned your husband’s name. Hannibal’s release soon followed yours before he collapsed on top of you peppering the crevice of your neck in small gentle kisses. He soon gently rolled off you, laying beside you as his eyes trailed up your naked body, watching as your skin glimmered with a thin layer of sweat, his gaze landing on your chest that was rising and falling quickly while you caught your breath. He was utterly obsessed with every small movement you made intentionally or not. He was completely devoted to you now as your husband and he made sure you knew that by the way he worshipped your body. You both fell asleep under the plush duvet that covered your bed as you laid on top of the satin sheets underneath entangled in one another. 

You woke in the morning alone in your shared bed, but you were greeted with a small note that read, “ I will be back soon. I ran out to collect groceries for your favourite breakfast. ”

You smiled softly as you placed the note back on the nightstand that rested on Hannibal’s side of the bed. You rose from your warm resting place plucking up Hannibal’s dress shirt from the ground before putting it on yourself. You wandered out from your shared bedroom to peek and see if Hannibal had arrived home yet. You searched the entirety of the house before you came upon his study. You slowly made your way in calling out his name softly, but you were met with no answer as you entered the empty room. You made your way over to his desk finding a few of his drawings laying about. At first they were simply just his lovely drawings of Italy and other places he had explored and his long forgotten past. Then came drawings of you which you held dearest to your heart, but then an image was shown that you knew all too well. Not a portrait of you or of a beautiful landscape, no it was a man with several tools protruding from his skin. Your brow furrowed as you picked up the drawing you knew in your mind there were only a small few people who could have seen this man this way, so how did your husband see him this way? The only people who could have would be the FBI agents who worked the case and the killer… Your brain was running rampant with questions of how your husband could have seen this man. Maybe you left a file out, but you never brought files home. Maybe you told him about the case, but how would he have known the exact tools? Before you could come up with any more explanations you felt the familiar hands of your husband on your shoulders. 

“ So now you know. ”

[cece693]

Velvet Ring Pt. 3 (Hannibal Lecter x M! Reader)

Sorry for the short hiatus, but life comes first :) I have read your comments and delivered part three of Velvet Ring. Many say this should be a full-length novel, so I'm considering going to Ao3 and posting it there. More info to come, but I hope you enjoy it!

link to part one and part two

The months that followed your departure were a slow descent into madness for Hannibal, a feverish chase that consumed him with a depth he hadn’t known was possible. He had no doubt you were alive—he would have felt it otherwise, sensed the hollow ache in his soul if you had truly been lost. Yet, no matter how many leads he pursued, no matter the lengths he went to, you remained elusive, slipping from his grasp like water.

He contacted private investigators, each more skilled than the last, paying them handsome sums for information that ultimately led nowhere. Hannibal monitored hospitals, social service records, border crossings, tracking every lead that might hint at your presence, yet all he found was emptiness. His health took a toll—his once sturdy frame became thin, his skin turning sickly pale due to the lack of sunlight as the man feverously searched through papers. But his nights were the worst of it.

Sleep, once a rare respite, became his most unforgiving tormentor, an unbidden invitation into his memory palace, where every hall and chamber held your presence. In every room, you were there, waiting with that quiet intensity he could never forget, your gaze piercing him with unspoken questions. He would step forward, his hands trembling as he reached out.

"Please," Hannibal whispered, his voice breaking in a way it never did in the waking world. "Please, come back to me." And each time he reached for you, tried to bridge the impossible chasm he had created, he would awaken, gasping and cold, his hand outstretched to empty air, the harsh reality a cruel slap in the face. He knew he would never find peace, not without you. His life, his plans, his ambition—all of it was hollow now, stripped of all meaning.

But then, after months of nothing but anguish and shadows, he heard a whisper—a sighting in a small, secluded town, someone matching your description. It was faint, the kind of rumor easily dismissed as coincidence by anyone else. But Hannibal clung to it with an iron grip, the flicker of hope it rekindled blazing into a fire within him. Without hesitation, he set out, leaving no time to rest, crossing miles with a singular determination to find you.

Hannibal arrived at dusk, the air heavy and cool, exhaustion tugging at his every step, but a fierce anticipation overriding all else. He scanned the cobblestone streets, his gaze sharp and hungry, studying every face. Just as his hope began to waver, there you were—across the street, holding a small bag, engaged in conversation.

Hannibal’s heart seized as his eyes locked onto you, his breath catching at the sight of you after so long. But then, his gaze drifted to the woman beside you, her hand resting lightly on your arm as she leaned in, laughing softly at something you said. Something primal stirred within him, a dark flame fanned by jealousy, possessiveness, and the betrayal he felt as he watched you sharing even a fragment of your life with another.

Without hesitation, he crossed the cobblestone street, his steps unyielding, his gaze fixed intently on you. As he approached, the woman looked up, startled, and her grip on you tightened as she registered the intensity in his eyes. His face remained composed, but there was an edge to his expression, a darkness that radiated in the tight line of his jaw, the way his gaze lingered just a moment too long on her hand resting on your arm.

"M/N,” he said softly, his voice carrying a quiet intensity that was both familiar and unsettling. The way he said it—both a question and an accusation—made you freeze, your eyes widening as they locked onto him. Hannibal took in sick delight at the way you removed the woman's hold on your arm, a unconscious sign that you did something wrong and knew it.

Turning to the woman, Hannibal smiled, cold and unyielding. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” he said, his tone dripping with a courtesy that felt more like a threat than an introduction. "I'm Hannibal Lecter, and who might you be?"

She cleared her throat, her unease evident. “I'm Anna. Pietro's friend." Her voice was unsteady, unsure of how to respond to the quiet menace in his gaze. Hannibal didn't care that you had created a fake identity, the moniker friend, being of more importance. There was ambiguity in it—a loose, undefined boundary that could mean anything or nothing at all. The lack of clarity fanned the flame of his resentment, and he relished the discomfort that flashed in Anna’s eyes as his stare intensified.

"A friend,” he repeated, his voice soft but edged with subtle derision. His gaze flicked over her with a dispassionate coldness before returning to you. “I wasn’t aware Pietro had developed such… casual acquaintances during his time away.” His tone held a faint sneer, and he continued, turning back to her with a faint smile. “Tell me, Anna, how long have you been acquainted with him?”

Anna’s gaze darted nervously between you and Hannibal, the weight of his intense scrutiny pressing down on her. “Just a few weeks,” she replied, voice faltering slightly under his sharp gaze.

"Wonderful,” Hannibal murmured, his smile tightening, “then I assume he’ll be quick to abandon you in favor of company more suited to his needs. Pietro has a habit of seeking company that doesn’t benefit him—shallow, fleeting connections, if you will.” His words were like barbed silk, each one crafted to cut deeper.

“Hannibal!” you interjected sharply, your tone stern, your eyes flashing with a mix of anger and frustration. You took a step forward, trying to draw his attention away from Anna, who looked close to tears.

Hannibal’s gaze shifted back to you, a faint glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “My apologies,” he said softly, his voice dangerously smooth, “I merely assumed that you’d be accustomed to my honesty by now.”

You clenched your jaw, leveling him with a glare. “Your honesty is cruelty, Hannibal,” you said firmly. “And I don’t appreciate you taking your issues out on someone who has nothing to do with this.” Hannibal seethed, watching as you turned your gaze back unto that pig leaning into her ear, whispering something unintelligible. His hands clenched at his sides, his entire posture radiating a barely restrained fury.

“Anna has nothing to do with this, Hannibal,” you said firmly, once the wretched pig had left. “I won’t stand here and let you humiliate her just because she's been kind during my stay here."

“Humiliate?” Hannibal repeated, his voice cold and dripping with disdain. “The only humiliation here is watching you pretend this… distraction somehow compensates for what you left behind. But if that’s the kind of company you now keep, perhaps I overestimated your standards as well.”

You narrowed your eyes, anger flaring. “That’s enough,” you warned, stepping forward. “I didn’t ask you to come here, and I certainly didn’t ask for your opinions on my choices.”

Hannibal scoffed, a bitter smile twisting his lips. “Your choices?” he echoed, his voice rising, each word dripping with venom. “They weren’t just your choices. They were ours. When you abandoned me without a word, as if what we had was disposable, your choice became mine.”

For a brief moment, his gaze softened, the fury and bitterness fading to reveal something raw, something painfully human. His face transformed, stripped of the cold, unshakable control he had always exuded—even as children, when he had towered over others with a quiet, invincible strength. It was as if a mask had fallen away, and you saw, perhaps for the first time, that beneath his formidable presence, Hannibal was vulnerable and, terrifyingly, capable of being hurt.

Hannibal’s voice softened, a glimmer of both sorrow and fierce determination in his eyes as he gently brushed his thumb along your cheek. “But I forgive you,” he murmured, his words filled with tenderness. “But tell me this: why didn’t you tell me Lady Murasaki and Robert treated you horribly? I would have put an end to their horrid behavior if I’d known.”

The weight of his forgiveness, his readiness to overlook the pain of your absence, only made the guilt settle deeper in your chest. You took a shaky breath, looking down as the words you’d hidden so carefully finally began to spill out. “I thought…I thought I was protecting you,” you said softly, your voice barely more than a whisper. “They’re your family, Hannibal. I didn’t want to be the reason you fought with them. And a part of me was scared. That if you spoke with them, you'll realize that they were right. That I was undeserving of you."

Hannibal’s face darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes as he took in your words, his jaw clenching. He felt a rush of anger swell within him, barely tempered by the knowledge that Robert and Lady Murasaki—those who had dared to make you feel so small, so undeserving—had already been dealt with. Even so, a bitter regret simmered beneath his composure, a twisted satisfaction tainted by the thought that he could have made their ends far more painful, a true testament to the suffering they had inflicted on you.

"That couldn’t be further from the truth, beloved." His hand moved to cup your face, his fingers warm against your skin as he tilted your chin, his gaze softening with an intensity that stole your breath. His voice, quiet yet filled with unwavering conviction, wrapped around you like a protective embrace.

“Don’t you see?” Hannibal continued, his thumb tracing gentle circles against your cheek. “Without you, my life would have been empty, hollow. They convinced you that you were an obstacle, something in the way of greatness, but they couldn’t have been more wrong. You are my anchor, the one who kept me grounded when everything else felt meaningless. My purpose.” His voice grew rough, carrying the weight of all he’d felt, all he’d kept buried.

Hannibal leaned closer, his forehead resting gently against yours, his voice softening. “They saw the depth of what we shared, and it frightened them. They knew I would choose you over anything they could offer, over any legacy or loyalty. And so, they made you believe you were unworthy, hoping to drive us apart.” He shook his head, the faintest hint of sorrow in his eyes. “But they were wrong. I am yours, and without you, I am nothing but a shadow.”

You felt the warmth of his words seeping into you, soothing the ache that their lies had left, dissolving the doubts that had plagued you for so long. His gaze held yours, his hand still cupping your face with a gentleness that belied his intensity. “Promise me,” he murmured, his voice almost pleading, “that you will never doubt your place beside me again. That you won't ever leave my side again.”

Your heart swelled, and with a trembling smile, you nodded, leaning into his touch. “I promise, Hannibal.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips, filled with both relief and the unspoken vow that no one would ever come between you again. “Then we begin anew,” he whispered, brushing his lips softly over your forehead. “Together, as it was always meant to be.”

[gravegirrlll]

i never actually posted that other emily prentiss thing i was writing oops..ANYWAY!

I think i’m like flat out of ideas and motivation so any ideas or like requests i’ll take!!!

What i’ll write:

i’ll write mostly female x female or female x gender neutral seeing as i’m not overly the best at male x male or female x male (as the name of my blog states, kind of only have experience dating women BUT i’ll try if its something people really want)

i probably wont write smut (for now) or anything involving pregnancies and i will definitely not write anything involving triggering topics.

i’ll write fics, oneshots, headcannons, anything!! i’ll even give my opinions on ships if thats what people really want 😭

i’ll write for fandoms such as:

Criminal Minds

Greys Anatomy

Station 19

SWAT

9-1-1/9–1-1 Lonestar

Orange is the new black

NBC Hannibal

Supernatural

Brooklyn 99

Will Trent

X-Files

Suicide Squad

[helenalove333]

──★ ˙ ̟🐇 !!

Hi!, I’m Helena love she/he/they just your average Will Graham fan I’m 18 and this account is 18+ due to the show being mature within its themes also apologize for any grammar+ spelling English isn't my first language & I may have dyslexia

I want to start writing fanfics

fandoms I’ll write about

NBC Hannibal

Characters I’ll write for

Will Graham

Hannibal Lecter

Alana Bloom

Beverly Katz

Bedelia Du Maurier

Freddie Lounds

Abigail Hobbs

Jack Crawford

+more if requested these are just characters I’m most comfortable writing about these characters also I will write mostly about Will Graham & maybe bit of Hannibal Lecter since Will Graham is my favorite character

Stuff I’ll write

Fluff

Angst

One shots

comfort

hurt

trauma

hinted poetic smut but not the full-blown deed

character x character

oc x character

character x reader

child!reader or teen!reader x character

etc

headcanons

mental disorders/illness- Autism, ADHD, depression, anxiety disorders, Borderline Personality Disorder, PTSD these are things I know of and experienced any other disorders are a no go since I haven’t experienced them or know much of them :]

be aware these will try to be as accurate as possible towards the characters cause I don’t really see that here no shame I just want something closely related to the characters !! I’m fine writing the characters in the fandom version but this will be mainly related to how the characters are presented within the show

what I will NOT write about

anything that is dark fantasy kinks (CNC, age play/gaps, etc) not comfortable writing these things

Direct and a lot of abuse some or hinted is fine

full-blown smut is just not my thing

the dark AU of Hannibal and Will, similar to the dark fantasy not comfortable with it

anything to do with pregnancy

Master list

Will Graham-coming soon

Hannibal Lecter-coming soon

Hannibal and Will Graham-coming soon

Mood Boards-

Will Graham-https://pin.it/1TO2G2x1v

Hannibal Lecter-https://pin.it/4MrHRV3ez

Will do more upon requested

Playlists-

Will Graham-https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2fco9UW2el347vkXtj0pQX?si=0MYf_MWfTaW-u0glJ80QJA

Hannibal Lecter-https://open.spotify.com/playlist/42hYgU0EUyGW8Dy1Y9vC6E?si=GB2B2PBISG60TMZW5iMyqQ

Will do more upon requested

Requests are open but might be a bit slow since I’m new to writing fanfiction any other requests are also open also feel free to chat I don’t bite :3 !!

[bi-bard]

Catch Our Breath and Let Go - Will Graham Imagine [Hannibal]

Title: Catch Our Breath and Let Go

Pairing: Will Graham X Reader

Based On: Wires

Word Count: 1,170 words

Warning(s): none that I know of

Summary: (Y/n) and Will have worked together for a long time now. As time goes on, the pair seemingly dance around each other. When the people stuck working with them get tired of watching it, Will and (Y/n) find themselves forced to confront how they feel.

Author's Note: This is the first imagine of three. It's part of a writing challenge that I'm doing for the "Yearbook" series that Sleeping at Last did. There are more details on that masterlist (linked just below). I hope that you enjoy.

Part Two of January [Release Date: 2/22/2023]

Part Three of January [Release Date: 2/24/2023]

YEARBOOK - SLEEPING AT LAST WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Beverly Katz was probably my best friend.

The two of us clicked as soon as I started working in the lab with her. She did everything in her power to make me feel completely at home when I first got there. It was nice to know that I had someone to lean on through it all.

Maybe that was why Jimmy, Brian, and her thought that she was the best person to send to talk to me that day.

"Can I ask you about something," she asked while I was placing a slide under a microscope.

"Sure," I replied, still focused on what I was examining.

"What's going on with you and Will?"

"Interesting conversation to have while examining crime scene evidence," I muttered, adjusting the height of the platform. "Nothing is going on between me and Will."

"You sure?"

"Should I not be?"

I heard her chuckle behind me. I leaned away from the lens and looked at her. "What?"

"You're joking, right," she asked. I raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh, you're not."

"That doesn't help me understand what you're talking about."

"Well, it's just that you and Will seem a lot... closer than he is with anyone else."

"Why?"

"You want the list in chronological order or alphabetical order?"

I scoffed. "Screw you, Bev."

I did have feelings for Will. I just didn't think it was anyone else's business. Mostly because I was convinced that if I ignored them, then they'd go away. Will never seemed like one who would focus on things like that. It was just easier to never worry about it.

Which meant never bringing it up to anyone.

"Let's start with whatever happened at that last crime scene," she continued, even though I turned away from her again. "You stumbled and he reacted so fast. He was paying such close attention to you that he probably knew that you tripped before you did."

I shook my head. "He was being nice."

"That's why you both stood there staring at each other like idiots for a solid minute or two before he let you go?"

"It's nothing."

"Alright, let's talk about the dog hunt," she leaned on the counter next to me. "How long did you spend helping him get that stray dog to his house?"

I turned to her. "Not that long!"

"You went over at like ten o'clock at night."

I groaned. "Shut up already."

"No, no, because I have one more. The coffee trade."

"Did Jimmy come up with the special title for that? It sounds like a Jimmy title."

"Hush," she waved my question off. "You two trade who buys coffee for the other. You have it down to a perfect schedule."

"Yeah, whatever-"

"You buy coffee on Thursday. He buys them on Mondays and every other week on Wednesdays."

"You sound like a stalker when you recite shit like that."

I stepped around her to grab something.

"Listen. Brian and Jimmy... and me... are tired of watching you and Will stare at each other like nervous puppy dogs," she shrugged. "You might not see it, but I can."

I looked over her shoulder. "That's enough-"

"You two both need to hurry up and do something about it because I am not dealing with Jack questioning me about it."

"Bev, stop-"

"Why can't you just admit that there could be something there? Are you scared? That's okay. I'm pretty sure Will is too-"

"Please stop!" I snapped. "Turn around."

She turned around to see Will with Jimmy and Brian, who had clearly stopped in the middle of their conversation. Oh God, they had been doing the same thing to him.

Bev looked back at me. "Shit, listen-"

"Will, can I talk to you," I asked, stopping Bev in her tracks.

I didn't wait for Will to speak up before I got up to walk out. I awkwardly asked the others to take care of what I had been looking at.

I couldn't even get myself to look at Will before we were out in the hall. Even then, I found it difficult.

He always made me nervous. Every time I looked at him, it felt like there was something sitting between us. Like the tension grew heavy enough to take up physical space. I was terrified of what would happen if we were to do something about it. Not because I thought something would go wrong or anything. I just was.

A very normal part of being human in situations like this. But that didn't change how ridiculous it felt.

"What did you want to talk about," Will asked, snapping me out of my line of nervous thoughts.

"I... I need you to know that I had nothing to do with... whatever their plan was," I said. "I wouldn't force you into a conversation that was so invasive and almost creepy and... I just wouldn't."

"I didn't think that you did."

It took me a second to nod. "Good. Good. Okay."

There was a long pause between us. I saw something on Will's face change. It looked like he was considering if he should say something. His jaw shifted a bit, his eyebrows furrowed a little more. Will and I had been friends for a while now; I knew the signs.

"Were they telling the truth," he finally asked. "About... how you felt?"

I felt every possible response get caught in my throat.

I had spent such a long time hiding any and all signs that I could possibly be anything more than a co-worker and a friend. And now, I was being asked by the man himself.

It almost felt like a trick.

So, I answered a question with a question, "What would happen if I said yes?"

I saw a grin pull at the corners of Will's lips.

The silence surrounded us again.

He slowly stepped closer to me. I watched him closely, trying to ignore how much faster my heart was beating now.

He only turned away from me to look around the hall. It was a rare moment when there weren't people running around all the time. I didn't bother to look away. Mostly because I didn't want to.

He looked at me again. He let out a nervous chuckle as he did. I did the same thing.

He leaned forward slowly.

I could see him hesitating. Ready to stop the moment that he thought I was uncomfortable.

I leaned in after a moment to close the distance.

It was awkward, nervous. Almost innocent. I had expected whatever sparked between us to be an explosion or a wildfire. But it wasn't. It was this comforting wave of warmth that started in my face and spread through the rest of my body slowly.

Will pulled away first.

"Was that okay," he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Yeah, it was... more than okay."

I reached out and touched his hand, smiling at him.

He smiled back at me.

This was the beginning of something brilliant.

I could just tell.

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I’m willing to write for Frederick Chilton, Will Graham, Abigail Hobbs, Beverly Katz, and Alana Bloom. If you’re wondering about anyone else feel free to ask!

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Will Graham Headcanons-

Secretly dating Will Graham

Is Will a Dom, Sub, or Switch

[house-of-slayterr]

Hannibal Crack-Cannons: aka Incorrect Quotes:

@myers-meadow-selfship @iloveslasher @the-limp-linguine

Hannibal:

Despite what you think, Hannibal IS a himbo…

Now hear me out. He’s obviously very educated, but when it comes to being a person he is CLUELESS.

Like Hannibal never expects someone to actually get close to him, and when they do, he panics. And he makes a bunch of clumsy little social mistakes, that frankly, are adorable.

He’s a friendship himbo and I stand by that!

S/O: *touches Hannibal’s hand in public, unprovoked*

Hannibal who is not used to genuine affection: *staring at them* why?

S/O: *facepalming*

William:

But if we wanna talk real Himbos….

Cause bro! Wtf are you doing? Homeboy is a MESS.

The only thought in Will’s head is that tik tok audio that’s like “I don’t know what’s going on, and frankly, I don’t wanna know” and he likes it like that.

Will on his 4th cup of coffee of the day: *pushes a door that CLEARLY says pull*

S/O: For your sake, I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that *holds open door for him, smiling at how adorable he is when he gets flustered*

Jack:

This man is a FREAK!

Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t think he’s into a lot of kinky shit in the bedroom. Man is a respectful switch!

Will: *seeing his boss by rope and duct tape at the corner store*

Jack: it’s not what it looks like-

Alana:

BI WIFE ENERGY, SHE HAS BI WIFE ENERGY!

I think Alana is also a switch, don’t know when this became a NSFW post but we’re rolling with it 🤪

But I totally see her letting men be dominate cause she doesn’t want to hurt their fragile little egos. But with a woman, oh boy! Alana cannot keep her hands to herself, and she doesn’t pretend to want to.

This woman is a flirt by nature. She will Gaslight, Gatekeeper and Girlboss her way into your heart. She’s a smooth motherfucker and you’ll never see her coming… I mean… unless you want to 👀 then by all means 😉

She totally humble brags about you latter.

Beverly:

A Roxy kinnie, prove me wrong!

That’s it, that’s the whole headcannon. If you know, you know!

Abigail:

Abigail is just Violet Harmon in a different universe, and thank god she never met her Tate. Oh dear god, what a night mare that would be!

Abigail with S/O:

Frederick:

There’s not even a headcannon here, just like, imagine if Fred was played by this motherfucker…

Instead of this motherfucker…

Also have this video of Fred’s actor being iconic, this is just Frederick when he’s alone 😂.

So I guess the headcannon is that Frederick is a musical theatre kid confirmed!

Belinda:

Wine Mom confirmed!

Freddie:

As we fucking should!

Mason:

This is just a shameless way for me to promote one of my old videos. I was proud of this meme and more people should see it!

Brian:

Drinks respect boyfriend juice!

But I also hope you like being a third wheel on dates, cause where Brian goes, Jimmy will be there. Good thing they’re both cute 😉

Jimmy:

Jimbo texting his S/O:

And anyone who gets a glimpse at these text is instantly terrified and convinced you’re both doing some sort of seance through the phone. But it’s just you’re average Tuesday.

Margo Verger as a lesbian icon:

[jokingmisfit]

OMGOMGOMG

Okay! could you please write…

Beverly katz x gender!neutral reader

But her s/o is constantly on edge, the only time they aren’t is when their asleep (ovi lol) and hates talking, and/or WILL go for a whole day not talking to anyone, Unless spoken to first

Maybe just head cannons?

If you decide you don’t want to do my request I understand lol, have a good day! :)

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You're not a talker, in fact you hate talking, you're always on edge, and you go days without talking unless you're spoken to.

She's going to bring you coffee

No... She's going to bring you tea. 

She'll bring you music, books, and even a blanket. 

She's going to respect your boundaries. 

She'll sit there with you in the quiet, probably looking through files or reading a book.

She'll know when it's the right time to ask questions.

She'll also know when it's the right time to talk.

The silence doesn't bother her

What bothers her is that you're constantly on edge and she can't help. 

But she doesn't know that she does help, because you don't talk.

She'll look into anxiety blankets, different essential oils, and defusers.

She'll also try different tea blends. 

Also baked goods?! 

She won't want you to feel on edge all the time, so she makes sure she texts you when she's coming home, when she will be home, and when someone is coming over to check out the plumming. 

She's not going to push therapy on you, but she may advise from time to time.

She supports you, all of you, there is nothing you do she doesn't support. 

She's going to want to keep close with you when she's home. 

She does like to cuddle

Maybe run her fingers through your hair as you sleep.

She loves watching you sleep, that's when you're at your calmest. 

She's all about luxurious baths. 

Bath Bombs

Bath Beads

Bath Oils

Milk and Honey Bathes

Oatmeal Baths

Candles

Your baths will never be bland. 

And your baths are always done with a cup of tea and defusers to help calm the nerves. 

"Are you ready to talk now? How about I order out, we'll pig out, and have dinner in bed?"

"Okay... Thank you."

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Sommelier (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 2

Since the police department let the youth pastor get away, the FBI has to step in. Will suspects something is off, but nobody listens. @deadman-inc-bikeshop this one’s for you, comrade 

Trigger warnings: discussion of substance abuse, drug use, blood, graphic descriptions of violence, Christianity 

Will had become somewhat of an expert at tuning out background noise. The shuttering of camera lenses, the blasting of sirens and of course all the talking. The dissemination of information between parties; some relevant, and some just noise. 

Another inept local police department let a killer get away. That put the onus on the FBI to clean up the mess. With a restaurant full of witnesses, Will doubted his usefulness to this particular investigation. Surely, they could get a more thorough description of the killer from eyewitness testimony. He thought maybe Crawford was getting too comfortable with his secret weapon. 

But Crawford wouldn’t have let Will get involved if he had any doubts that this one would kill again. And he was determined to throw every weapon in his arsenal at this case before it happened. The blood wasn’t even dry yet. This was as much of a head start as they could hope for. 

So, whether he felt it necessary or not, Will Graham sat at the corner booth, stone still, while the investigation progressed around him. 

He put the scene in backwards motion. No police, no media, not a drop of blood in sight. 

This is the day the lord has made. Rejoice, rejoice, hallelujah.

The restaurant was packed from corner to corner with bodies and sin. People, sinners, who didn’t deserve to have Christ’s name on their lips, let alone blood on their hands. Sinners who wore cross necklaces, but couldn’t carry a cross. 

Today I will save lives. This is God's design.

The waitress approached. Asked for a drink order.

My grip on reality is still firm enough to initiate worldly conversation, so long as it is in the pursuit of rescuing souls.

She was visibly uncomfortable. Not willing to engage in conversation.

My patience is dwindling. I must heighten my senses.

He placed a bit of cocaine under his nose. The clarity hit him all at once with a glance at the specials menu.

It's a sign. The lamb of god must be avenged.

He gave the waitress one last chance. If she had repented right then and there, perhaps those people would still be alive today.

With that small display of empathy, Will was ripped from his trance and brought back to reality. He took off his glasses and pressed his fingers to his forehead.

"Welcome back." Jack greeted, dryly.

Will stood up. "I really should have paid more attention in Sunday school."

"Well, how about you tell me what you can." Jack answered. "See if I can fill in the blanks."

"Okay, first of all," Will sighed, trying to collect his thoughts. "This man is deeply deluded."

"Forensics already found trace amounts of cocaine on the table." Jack agreed with a nod.

"No, see-" Will stopped him. "This is a deep-rooted, purposeful delusion. The drugs feed the delusion, not the other way around."

"And what is this delusion?"

Will took a deep breath in. "This guy believes he's some kind of divinely-ordained morality police. And the waitress was the catalyst for this spree killing."

"So, what did she do that was so egregious?" Jack folded his arms. "Have a small tattoo? Wear her apron too tight?"

"She was working on the Sabbath." Will said.

“So he’s a literalist.” Jack inferred. “Realism and practicality be damned. Hard drugs will do that to you.” 

Will was starting to grow annoyed. “Pretend for a minute that he wasn’t high.” 

“That’s a pretty tall order.” Beverly interrupted from across the room. “Turns out his coke was as pure as it gets outside of the rainforests of Colombia. Might as well have snorted a leaf right from the tree.” 

Jack turned to face Beverly, who was scraping under the fingernails of a body. “Sounds expensive.”  

“Well, that eliminates one suspect.” Will commented under his breath. “The FBI only deals the cheap stuff.” 

Jack’s face hardened. “Something to add, Will?” 

“Yes, actually.” Will tilted his head. “Are we here for the murder, or the drugs?"

"What does it matter?"

That was most assuredly not an answer.

"Do we want this guy in prison?" Will adjusted his oversized coat. "Or are we going to grant him impunity for telling us where he got this particular brand of powdered sugar?” 

Jack heaved a frustrated sigh. "We're not in any position to refuse information about a potential drug trafficking ring. If that means amnesty--"

"So if this is a drug bust, why do you need me?" Will cut in. 

"Where is this coming from?" Jack protested. “If you have a problem with this investigation, you’re free to leave.”

If that was a bluff, Will called it. He walked out. Jack clearly wouldn't listen to him, so he was off to the person he knew would.

He almost regretted that decision when the esteemed Dr. Lecter took it as an opportunity to dissect him. Any chance Hannibal got to put him under a microscope, he took. A part of him knew that and another, subtler part liked it.

"Federal intelligence agencies and cocaine have a complicated history." Hannibal said as simply as if he were describing a married couple. "It's not something I would imagine Crawford likes to bring up."

"And now he's trying to absolve himself." Will leaned forward in his chair and rested his arms on his knees. "Trying to put the FBI back on the right side of history."

"So why did you walk out?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow.

"I'm a profiler, not a drug-sniffing bloodhound." Will shot up from his seat. "I made my analysis and he dismissed it out of hand."

"So this is a matter of pride." Hannibal concluded.

"You could say that." Will mumbled. "Some would call it self-respect."

"You are not one to talk about self-respect." Hannibal smirked. "Especially not with a jacket covered in dog hair."

“What if there was a way to turn this investigation around?" Will offered, electing to ignore the snide commentary.  

“You’d have to find some way to prove that he would have struck with or without the cocaine.” Hannibal tented his hands in his lap. “Re-center his motivation.”

“His motivation was justice,” Will said. “Or at least some perverted, fundamentalist Christian notion of justice.” 

Hannibal gazed admiringly at Will, as if watching the gears turn in his head. “You and I know this, but how do we go about proving it?” 

Will dropped his shoulders. “We’d have to find the man first.” 

Hannibal glanced down at his phone and punched an address into the search engine. He made a small, but noticeable gesture that caught Will’s attention. 

“I hardly ever see you use that thing.” Will chuckled. “What’s got you so interested?” 

Hannibal placed his phone face-down on the side table. “One of my favorite wine bars is re-opening soon.” 

[cece693]

Nothing Can Bring Me Back (Hannibal/Lucas x M! Reader)

If you're confused, this work deals with both Hannibal (from the TV show) and Lucas (from the movie The Hunt).

Summary: Hannibal was indeed a person suit, but also a safety net to a man who'd lost everything: his child, his lover...his future.

tags: open-ended, Lucas is Hannibal, Hannibal is still Hannibal, you're dead, but also a voice of reason, trying to humanize an inhuman character such as Hannibal, mentions of Will and Hannibal

Hannibal awoke with a start, his body drenched in cold sweat, his breath ragged. The façade of Hannibal Lecter, a man who meticulously curated control over his every move, was shattered in these moments of nightmarish recall. He felt himself slipping—no, Lucas was slipping. And in that slippage, the walls of his mind’s fortress trembled.

He shut his eyes, willing the pain away, and entered his memory palace. The labyrinthine halls were a refuge, a place where he could momentarily shed the weight of the Hannibal persona. There, he found you waiting, as you always were. At the edge of a serene stream, the water shimmered in the golden light of a sun that never set, a perpetual twilight that reminded him of peace—a peace that was forever out of reach.

This was the place Lucas had first laid eyes on you, and it remained untouched by the darkness of his mind. Here, Hannibal, or what remained of Lucas beneath that mask, broke. Tears streamed down his face, and he collapsed to his knees, his chest heaving with silent sobs. You were beside him in an instant, pulling him gently onto your lap, cradling his head like a child’s. His arms clung to you, grasping for the solace that seemed to constantly slip away.

“Please.” you whispered softly, your fingers threading through his hair, disheveling its carefully maintained part. “Stop this. Stop creating this…this person suit. Lucas wouldn’t have wanted this.”

His eyes fluttered closed at the sound of his true name. “Lucas is dead.” he murmured, his voice fragile, almost broken. “He died with you. What remained—what remains—is something else. Someone else. A man who will never be as weak as Lucas was.”

“You weren’t weak.” you countered, your voice tender but firm. “You were human. You loved. You lost. But this—this man you’ve become, he doesn’t know how to love, Lucas. You built Hannibal to shield yourself, to keep the world at a distance. But now, you’re trapped inside him.”

“Hannibal is necessary.” he insisted, a spark of the old defiance flaring in his eyes. “You saw what they did to us—what they did to you. Their lies, their accusations. I lost you because I trusted, because I believed in the goodness of others. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“But is it better to be alone, behind these walls?” you asked, your hands moving to cup his face, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Is it better to live like this, constantly at war with yourself, instead of risking a chance at being Lucas again?”

He flinched, a tremor passing through him. “Alone…is safe.” he admitted to himself. “Hannibal is safety. Power. No one can touch me now. No one can take anything away from me ever again.”

“Hannibal is a prison.” you argued, your voice breaking with the weight of your words. “And it’s one you built yourself, brick by brick. I died, Lucas—I died, and you turned yourself into a monster to cope with it. But I’m gone. No matter how much control you try to wrestle from the world, it won’t bring me back.”

A silence settled between you, heavy with shared grief and regret. You reached into the folds of your memory, pulling out his old glasses which he'd destroyed so long ago. Gently, you placed them on his face, the familiar weight bringing a fleeting comfort.

“Look at me, Lucas.” you whispered. “Really look at me.”

His breath hitched, and his gaze met yours, the clarity of his eyes muddled by the distortion of his tears. For a moment, he was Lucas again—a man, broken but still human, staring at the love he lost.

“Why do you continue this?” you pressed softly, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Why keep wearing this mask, hurting yourself more than anyone else?”

He took a shaky breath, his hands trembling as they clung to you. “Because without Hannibal, I am lost. I have nothing left. I’ve seen what love does—what it did to me. It opens you up to betrayal, to pain, to loss. But Hannibal…Hannibal cannot be betrayed. He cannot be broken.”

“But it wasn’t just love that broke you.” you reminded him. “It was the belief that you could control everything. And now, you’ve found someone you care about—Will Graham. Why can’t you let yourself feel again?”

“Hannibal does not love.” he replied, his voice a low growl, but there was a tremor underneath—a crack in the armor. “I do not love. Will is…he’s a puzzle. A challenge. A chance to prevent another from treading the path that led me to this.”

“Or maybe.” you whispered, “He’s a chance for Lucas to come back. To find a way out of this darkness. He reminds you of our old life, doesn’t he? The simplicity, the peace of it. The woods, the flannels, the quiet of country living…”

Hannibal’s—no, Lucas’s—breath hitched again. His eyes closed tightly, as if shutting out the possibility. But he couldn’t deny the truth that trembled in your words, the truth that made his carefully constructed world feel like it was on the brink of collapsing.

[t0th3-ark]

Learning From the Animals

Will Graham x Reader

Part 2

Warnings: guns, murder, paranoia

"William."

Will's eyes open as he shoots straight up in his bed. His breathing is rough, uneven. He is covered in sweat. A chill runs through him. Will glances at the clock. Its 1:43 in the morning. His sheets are drenched in sweat. He grimaces. Winston, his dog, whines at him from the floor. "What is it, buddy?" Will says, his throat sore. Winston tlits his head, before walking off into Will's cabin somewhere.

Will sighs, swinging his legs up and over the edge of the bed. He blinks. He didn't have a dream. That's new. Why did he wake? He heard his name. Will brushes off his paranoia. He steps on the cold linoleum floor boards, heading to the linen closet for new sheets. He grabs some plain grey sheets. There's a knock at his front door. "What the hell?" He mumbles, putting the sheets back down. Who was up this late? And at his house? 

Will grips his hand gun, walking quietly to the front door. Damn the door for not having a peephole. He raises his gun beside him, trying to see through the curtain covering his window. "Will Graham?" A voice calls through the door. "I don't mean to alarm you, I'm Agent (Y/N) (L/N), here on Jack Crawford's orders." The female says. (Y/N) shivers in the cold outside Will Graham's front door. She doesn't try to knock again not knowing if he could hear. "I can show you my badge if you'd feel more comfortable." She says, gripping her bag over her shoulder. 

Will pulls the curtain, just enough to see a woman standing outside his door. She looks cold, nervous. Will tucks his gun in the back of his sweatpants. His fingers hover over the two locks on his door. Will let's out a shaky breath. He unlocks them, keeping the chain on one. He peeks through the door. "Hi." He stutters, nerves getting to him. "I'm sorry it's so late- uh, well early." (Y/N) says, teeth starting to chatter. It was mid-winter in Wolftrap, Virginia. It was a least in the negative digits. "I came to, as Jack said, "collect" you. We've had an urgent breakthrough on the Chesapeake Ripper." (Y/N) explains. Will squints at her, paranoia screaming at the back of his brain. "I'm sorry to ask, but can I see your badge." He asks, hand on the gun pressed to his lower back. "Yes, of course!" (Y/N) says, giving him a soft smile. The moment Will sees that smile, the screams stop. It's peaceful, almost quiet. It was beauitful. "Mr. Graham?" (Y/N) repeats, holding out her badge. "Uh, yeah. Sorry." Will mumbles, glancing down at her badge. For some reason his gut told him to trust her and hold her tight and never let go. Will shakes the thought out out his mind. "Thank you. Please, come in." Will offers, sliding the chain lock to unlock it. "Thanks." (Y/N) says, rubbing the sides of her arms. She was only wearing her olive colored jacket, a shirt and jeans. Not good for cold weather. "You can sit wherever you'd like." Will says, pulling his shirt over the gun. (Y/N) nods taking the armchair. Winston and Will's other five plus dogs come rushing into the room. Will feels heat rise to his face. (Y/N) beams looking at the digs clamber to get to her. "Well hello there!" She coos, petting one's head.

Will clears his throat. "I- Sorry about them. They want all the love they can get." Will says, scratching the back of his neck. Kind of like you, Will. He swallows at the thought. "No, no. It's alright! Im a dog person myself." She comments, trying to pet all the dogs at once. "Are most of these rescues?" (Y/N) asks. "Yes." Will responds, watching Winston jump into her lap. "Winston!" Will exclaims, rushing over to his dog. (Y/N) smiles. "I'm sorry. He doesn't understand personal space." Will sighs. "It's okay! I don't mind being covered in dog fur." She pets Winston as he lies his head on her thigh. "We should head to the station soon. Jack is expecting our return." (Y/N) says, ruffling another dogs fur. All of the dogs had now collected around her ankles. Will glances at the clock. It reads 2:17. "I'll- Let me go get ready." Will says, taking a leave. As he exits the room, (Y/N) spots a hand gun in his sweats. (Y/N) watchs him leave and then stares at the spot where he once was. Was he afraid she was someone else? Did he feel unsafe? Why do you suddenly can for this man (Y/N)? You don't know him. She sighs, grabbing the attention of a dachshund on the floor. The dog whines. "What is it? What's wrong, little one?" (Y/N) asks, patting her leg for the dog to jump up. It does snuggling against her middle. She looks around Will's dark house. The light over the sink was on. That was the only source of light. Her eyes spot fishing gear, dog food, toys, and supplies. It was comforting. His house. It felt warm. Peaceful. Maybe that's why he was out here all alone. To get away from the buzz of his job.

(Y/N) hears Will enter the room. "Hey." She says. "I think your dogs like me." She tease, gesturing to the dogs curled all around her. Will gives her a genuine smile. "They don't usually act like this." He says, almost apologetically. There's a pause. "I'll drive you, if you're comfortable. I'm the one who roused you in the early morning hours. I'm sure you're tired." She says. Will silently agrees. (Y/N) pets the dogs on her lap one last time. "You gotta get down. I gotta go with your Dad to work!" (Y/N) coos. Will's heart skips a beat. He isn't really sure why. Winston jumps down and the dachshund follows in suite. 

"Ready?" (Y/N) asks, heading to the door. Will nods. "Are you always thus energetic at this time?" Will says, giving her a jovial smile. "No." She says, exaggerating the 'no'. "It took me two five-hour energies to stay awake on the road." (Y/N) laughs, as he opens the door for her. He grabs his keys from the table next to the door. "That seem like a lot of caffeine." Will comments, locking his door and then double checking it. (Y/N) watches Will closely. He's methodical. Precise. He treats everything like it's fragile. As if it would explode if he touched it. Will turns from the door, watching his breath turn to vapor. They silently walk out to (Y/N)'s car. It's quiet. Barren. The frozen lake about a hundred feet from his house, glistens under the moon. 

(Y/N) unlocks her 1998 Buick Century. Will grabs grabs handle of the gray car pulling the door open. He ducks inside the car, looking at the interior. (Y/N) starts the car, seeing Will's fingers graze the dashboard in her peripheral vision. "His name is Caspian." (Y/N) says, checking to see if Will has his seatbelt on before driving down the gravel driveway. "Hm?" Will hums, confused. "The car." (Y/N) says, embarrassed. "I name my cars." She says. Why was she telling everything to this man. Will nods. There is an awkward pause. (Y/N) glances in her rear view mirror and then continues to drive, watching the outlines of the pine trees rush past. "When did you start working for Jack? I don't remember him talking about you." Will says, staring out the window. "I've been working with Jack for years. Ever since I got out of the academy." (Y/N) smiles. Jack was like a father to her in some aspects of life. "I did sit in on one of your lectures a few weeks ago with Jack." (Y/N) admits. Will looks at her, something in his expression she couldn't read. "I'll admit I've heard a lot about you. Good things, of course." She adds, looking back at the road. She hadn't seen a car pass them for at least 2 miles. Will shifts in his seat. "Did you enjoy it? The lecture." Will asks, watching the yellow lines on the road. "Yes I did. It was probably the most interesting lecture I've heard in a long while." (Y/N) compliments. "Thank you." Will responds. "You put a lot of effort into your work. That's something to pride yourself in." (Y/N) says turning down a road, towards town. Will's face twists in confusion, hearing her speak so highly of him. 

(Y/N) had turned on the radio a few miles back. The rest were driven in silence. It was semi-comfortable silence. (Y/N) sneezed as they stopped at a red light. She was embarrassed slightly by how awkward the silence was after her abnormally loud sneeze. Finally, the pair pull up the the FBI station in about the middle of Wolftrap. (Y/N) walks beside Will, footsteps tapping on the concrete.

"Why did Jack recruite you for the Chesapeake Ripper case?" Will questions, out of the blue. "Well, one, I accidently stumbled across one if his 'works' a few moments after it happened. Two, I've taken a great instrest in the case. Three, Jack thinks I'm being followed by the Ripper." She says blunty. "What?" Will blinks, shocked. "Why does Jack think that?" Will ponders aloud. "I've come across several of his scenes moment after they were put together, I've received, um, a package at my door with," (Y/N) pauses, shivering, "A human heart in it amongst other things." Will's mouth falls open. "I've received multiple typed letters hidden in my apartment, and Jack seems to beleive some of the murders are for me." (Y/N) grimaces. Will is speechless. (Y/N) lets out a shaky breath. "Since home is no longer safe for me, I stay at the station." She says gesturing to the headquarters building. Will opens the door for her, trying to gather his thoughts. "I- I'm not sure what to say. I'm sorry this is happening to you." He says, feeling a strange wave of unwanted guilt wash over him. "It's alright, Will. We've had a huge lead. That's why we're here." (Y/N) gives him a weary smile. 

"Ah, there they are!" Jack says, opening his arms in an inviting manner. "Agent (L/N), I assume filled Mr. Graham in on the situation." Jack says. "Yes, sir." (Y/N) says. "Will, we've got a lead." Jack says leaning on the table. "The Ripper had left his last three victims in three separate locations all of which can be linked together to create a midpoint." Jack explains. "The midpoint is here," Jack says pointing to a spot on the town map. Will pulls his glasses out, putting them on, studying the map. The midpoint was close to a working warehouse. 

"Which is, unfortunately, on the outskirts of town." He continues. "His approximate kill time is 5:34 AM." He finishes. "All of his kills have been minutes apart." Beverly Katz explains. "So, assuming he'll strike again, in that pattern, we've got him." (Y/N) says. Will nods, blank expression, taking it in. "How accurate us this?" He asks looking at Jack. "We're 86 percent sure this is an accurate prediction of events." Jack responds, glancing at (Y/N). "Its not safe for you to go out on this on, (L/N)." He says. "What? Why- Jack I've done plenty investigations." (Y/N) protests. "It's too dangerous. This highly dangerous criminal, knows where you live, has been inside your home, has left messages in your home, and God knows what else. We aren't taking that risk." Jack says, sternly. The room is quiet. (Y/N) feels heat rush to her face. "Yes, sir." She responds, quietly.

Will suddenly gets a strange feeling deep in his gut. He watches (Y/N) shrink back, letting Jack and the other agents converse. He strides towards her, not remembering putting himself in motion. "(Y/N)?" Will asks. (Y/N) looks up at him, catching his blue eyes before they dart away to look at something else. He's wearing some thin, black rimmed glasses. She hadn't realized how handsome he was before but she sure did now. He begins to speak again. "When did everything start with the Ripper?" He asks, seriously, still not making eye contact, but making occasional glances her way. "Three months ago. I started basically living here," She makes a gesture towards the room, "for about two." She sighs, a sad glint filling her eyes. She missed home. "Does he know you're here?" Will says, concern filling him. "Not that any of us know of." (Y/N) sighs, shaking her head. Will feels that strange feeling fill him again.

"Would you want to stay with me?" He blurts, immediately blushing. "I mean only if you're comfortable. I just thought it would be safer. We're both trained and-" (Y/N) interrupts Will's embarrassed banter. "I'd love to if you're willing. I wasn't really sure staying at the station was safe either." (Y/N) smiles at her shoes. Will feels a surge in his chest. 

The investigation was a bust. Not a trace. It was a hoax or a distraction. Jack was irritated and snappy after the lead met a cold, dead end. Everyone had returned to the station. It was about 7:00 AM at this point and everyone was exhausted. Beverly had clocked out along with a few agents that had accompanied them. 

"Good morning, Doctor Lecter." Jack says, trying to act cheery. Will turns on his heel seeing Hannibal enter Jack's office. Will furrows his brows wondering what he could be doing here this early and why. (Y/N) yawns, slumping down in the armchair in Jack's office. "Agent (L/N)." Jack says. "Hm? What?" (Y/N) says, opening her eyes, blinking a few times. Will smiles, covering it by strachting his nose. "There's someone I'd like you to meet." Jack says. (Y/N) stands noticing the tall, strange man standing in the room. His presence seemed to fill the room. It was suffocating. "Doctor Lecter, this is Agent (Y/N) (L/N)." Jack says, gesturing to her. (Y/N) studies the man carefully. Something about him made her hesitant. "Miss (L/N). It is a pleasure." Hannibal says, bowing his head slightly. "May I ask what this is about?" (Y/N) says, voice shakier than originally intended. "Oh, yes! Mr. Graham. May was have a moment?" Jack says, standing from his desk chair. "Yes- Uh, of course. Sorry." Will stutters, as Jack opens the door for him. Will swallows as the door closes behind him. 

"You what?" (Y/N) says, raising her voice. "Now, listen-" Jack starts. "Why is this even necessary?" She says, crossing her arms. "You've been through a lot recently. I thought you would benefit from Doctor Lecter's services." Jack says, hands clasped ontop of his desk. "This is nothing against you Doctor Lecter, but I don't like going to shrinks. It makes me feel crazy. I don't even need help. I'm perfectly fine." (Y/N) sighs. "If I may," Hannibal starts. Jack nods. "Even if you do not see changes within yourself, others around you will. Jack cares about you and wants to see you well." Hannibal says, satisfied with his response. (Y/N) huffs. "Ever since this starting happening, you've changed." Jack says. "Oh lord, don't start this-" (Y/N) frowns as Jack continues over her protests. "You've been late to work four out of six days, you don't sleep and survive off of caffeine and engery drinks. You're moody, irritatable and have mood swings. I'm sorry, (L/N), but you're all over the place." Jack chuckles. Hannibal watches (Y/N)'s face twist into different emotions. "Since you are forcing me into this,  I will do it. Also, F.Y.I I'm going to stay with Will for a while. I don't really feel safe living here." (Y/N) admits. Jack sighs, disappointed. "Nope. I'm not listening to your rebuttal, Jack." (Y/N) says, looking at Doctor Lecter. He wears an unreadable expression. It's intimidating. "Once you have settled in with Will, give me a call." Hannibal says, handing her a business card. (Y/N) nods, feeling tired again. "Thank you." She says, standing. 

"You're welcome. Get some rest. We will see each other again very soon."

[the-avengers-ate-my-tongue]

The Storm

Summary: You work with Jack Crawford and Alana is your cousin, both of you live together for a long time. She gets caught up with a flat tire far away and asks you to let Will in, for he's expecting her. A storm is coming, and she keeps taking longer and longer to show up. Will the universe conspire in your favor?

Pairing: Will Graham x reader

Warnings: swearing, insinuation of smut, fluff.

Word count: 4.328

A/n: I'm starting to consider changing this tumblr for a Hannibal one, mostly Will Graham, so some requests from other fandoms would be nice haha hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing ♥️

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There wasn't a thing such as a boring day at the BAU. 

At least not when you're part of Jack Crawford's crew. There was always an interesting case to focus on, a disfigured body to study the reason of death, it was always a thrilling hunt for evidence. The best experience I've ever had so far in my career, and I could only thank my cousin Alana for putting me on the Guru's radar. I was a great crime scene investigator, albeit a little younger than people gave me credit for. I taught people not to underestimate me over the years, though. I got here by my own effort, being a tenacious, hard-working woman who wouldn't get a no for an answer. 

I got along well with my crewmates, Beverly Katz, Brian Zeller and Jimmy Price, though our relationship hardly extended for life outside work. Except for Beverly, we went out for a couple of beers sometimes, she was fun, witty and I really liked our conversations. Jack was the big boss, and that was it. I had a lot of respect for him, and I knew he didn't regret bringing me to his team, I could see it in his eyes in the first case I've got. I was very cunning when I shared my insights about the cases, sometimes I saw things no one else could, no one but…

Of course, I was far, far away from being a Will Graham. But ever since I was younger, I've had this sort of intuition that helped me to solve problems, I would solve riddles easily and when people asked me how I got to the answer, I wouldn't know the steps, I just knew deep in my bones I was right. That happened a lot when I was growing up and was even stronger now that I knew how to use it. It was some artifice of my inconscient, something I could always count on. It included everything in my life, math, logical thinking, riddles. My brain picked things I couldn't perceive clearly, bringing them to the clear waters of my conscience. 

Will Graham was a curious man. He intrigued me from the very first moment I saw him at the house of one of the last victims of The Minnesota Shrike, Garret Jacob Hobbs, now dead. He was practically hiding in a corner, his eyes closed behind the lens of his glasses, dark wavy hair, jawline for days. He seemed highly focused until Beverly started to talk to him, pulling him out of his daze. He could barely look at her, or at me, and although he looked socially awkward and troubled, he still managed to look like a daydream. I studied every inch of his face, lowering my gaze when he seemed to get uncomfortable, after smiling lightly. I was a bit shy myself. I lived with Alana and, when I got home that night, I absentmindedly asked her about that curious handsome man who seemed to be out of place, yet so connected to that scene. She started to talk about him, but stopped once she noticed my interest. Then, she told me he was a very unstable person, that she wouldn't even be alone in the room with him because of her professional curiosity. As time passed and he solved more and more cases, I could see how people looked at him like an attraction of the zoo. However, not me, and later, not Beverly. Brian didn't seem to like him very much, I could see. Envy, perhaps? Nevertheless, the more I saw Will, the more intrigued I got. He avoided eye contact like the plague, but as I was always friendly and tried my best to treat him like a normal person, not focusing only on work, dead bodies and serial killers, I saw more of those beautiful blue eyes. He knew I was Alana's cousin, and I sooner realized he had a fling for her. 

And boy, did that break my silly little heart. I wasn't surprised, though. Who could blame him? Alana was amazing. I never felt resentful for that, but as time passed, I started to detach from the idea of Will being somewhat more than a simple acquaintance. That afternoon, I was going home from work when I got a call from Alana.

"Speak fast, I'm driving." I said, keeping one hand on the wheel and the other holding my phone.

"You're going home? Great. I invited Will so we could talk about a profile I'm building, but I got caught up here. I already spoke to him, he's almost there, can you let him in? He said he'll wait, and I'll be home in about fifty minutes, no more than that, hopefully." She said in a hurry, and I felt my cheeks burn a little. Will and me? Home alone? 

"I…" I hesitated, chewing my bottom lip nervously. "You won't be long, right? Heard on the radio there’s a storm for later."

"I won't, promise. Just let him in, he's already aware I'll take a little longer to be there. See you soon. Thanks, Y/n!" She hung up, not leaving me any time to answer. I put the phone down, still chewing on my bottom lip. I could feel excitement rising on my stomach, making me feel slightly nauseated, and noticed my hands starting to sweat.

Please. That was ridiculous. What was I, a teenager? I was a grown-up, well-succeeded woman, for God's sake. I rubbed my hands on my jeans, driving a little faster than I usually did almost unconsciously. I got home after twenty minutes, parking outside the pretty house. Will was already there, leaning against his car, so lost in his thoughts he barely noticed I'd arrived. I looked at my reflection at the mirror hurriedly, fixing my hair, pinching my cheeks to look less pale, brushing my eyebrows with my fingers to make them look neat. I wasn't even wearing any lipstick today. It had been a long day at work. 

I opened the car door, exiting the vehicle, the noise from shutting the door finally bringing him out of his daze, and he finally seemed to notice me. He smiled lightly, lowering his eyes. He had his glasses on, but as soon as he saw me, he took them off, hanging them on his shirt.

"Hey, Will. I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long. There was a little bit of traffic." I justified, walking to the porch and waiting for him to follow me. 

"Y/n. Not at all, I just got here. Alana explained what happened, thanks for coming to let me in. Hope I didn't ruin any appointment you may have had." He waited until I unlocked the door, and we finally were engulfed with the warm air of the heater.

"Nope, I was coming home, no appointments lost. Please, come in. I'm not sure you've ever been here before, but make yourself home." I hung my trench coat, sighing with the pleasure of being home. I loved the atmosphere of that place. "Can I get you anything? Water, soda, beer…"

"Thank you. I'm fine. And no, I haven't been here before." I held back the temptation of saying "good", biting my bottom lip as I watched him sit on the couch. I just stood there for a while, not sure of what to do next. 

He frowned a little, probably thinking why I was acting so weird, and that made me nervous, because it was just an easy step to realize my silly crush on him. Did he know? What if Alana said something? Said something? For fuck's sake, he was Will Graham, he could probably see that written across my stupid face! Shit, he knows. I'm making a fool of myself. Why do I even…

"Is everything okay?" His voice startled me a little, pulling me out of my neurotic breakdown, and I wondered how my facial expressions looked. Was I blinking only one eye like the stereotyped madness of cartoons? I certainly didn't look normal. I cleared my throat, laughing lightly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I'm not really used to having people over anymore. I've been working a lot lately. People are dying like flies." I sat on the armchair in front of him, sighing. 

"What we do can be overwhelming sometimes. What we see every day. It just… stains you." He said, with a dark look on his serious eyes. 

I nodded. I felt that way sometimes, but I was used to it. I stopped feeling that sense of inadequacy on my chest years ago. 

"I guess you just begin to cope with it, though. Our brain adapts to that harsh reality. But it's always nice to vent somehow. What do you do in your free time?" I asked, wondering if I was getting too personal. Did I sound like I was probing to ask him out?  I felt my face getting warm. Damn it.

Either he didn't realize, or he was just too chivalrous to point, but he didn't mention anything.

"I fish." He said, simply. I nodded with a light smile.

"And you play with your doggies." I pointed, smiling wider. I loved dogs. He'd mentioned them before, so I just brought the subject up, trying to shift the attention from me to them. Will smiled back, his eyes with a subtle glow. He really loved them, and that was so sweet. "Fishing sounds nice. Unfortunately, I could never. I'm too restless. I'd probably startle all the fish and wouldn't catch anything."

He laughed, and that was the first time I ever heard that sound coming out of him. I felt like I was someone deaf that was able to hear the sound of Mozart's symphonies for the first time, and I just knew. There was never detachment from the idea of Will being more than an acquaintance. It was tackled down inside my brain somewhere, for the brain tends to adapt to harsh realities, but it was still there, just waiting for some incentive. 

"It's just a matter of training, getting used to it. I could teach you someday… if you want." He blinked a few times, as if he was surprised with his own boldness, smiling lightly. "And you? What do you do to vent?" He asked, seeming genuinely interested.

"Well, I read a lot. Maybe I could read by the riverside while I watch you fish." I said, shrugging with a subtle smile.

"It's a date, then?" Will inquired, making me mortified. Caught me by total surprise, and when I was about to say something, my phone rang.

"Excuse me." I answered the phone. It was Alana. "Hey. We're already here waiting for you."

Not that I wanted her to arrive any time sooner, but she didn't have to know that.

"You won't believe me; I've got a flat tire. There's a guy helping me out, I was lucky, I'm in the middle of nowhere. But I'll get there in about fifty more minutes, more or less. Can you put Will on the phone? I'll explain everything to him."

"Do you need one of us to pick you up? I'm sure he wouldn't mind, I wouldn't…"

"No, he's almost done. Thank you. Let me talk to Will, I'll be there soon. The storm is about to catch me, I wanna hurry."

I sighed, grimacing at him. 

"She wants to talk to you." I passed him the phone, studying his expressions while he talked to her. As I looked at the window, I could see the dark clouds gathering up, making the end of the afternoon murky. The storm was about to hit hard. I could see a few thin drops of rain starting to wet the glass.

"I can stay a little longer, no problem. I'm being well attended." He traded looks with me, biting his lip slightly. "Okay. I'll see you soon, Alana."

He gave me the phone, but Alana was already gone. I put it on the coffee table, getting up.

"I think I'll pour myself some wine. Do you want some?" I asked politely. "It's one of the fanciest ones; Hannibal gave us a bottle when we dined at his house a few days ago."

"Yes. Thank you." He waited for me to come back with the beverages, and I did my best not to spill anything, sitting on the couch beside him while I gave him the glass. "So you're acquainted with Dr. Lecter?"

"Oh yeah, he's an old friend of Alana's, sometimes he invites us to dinner. He cooks the best meals I've ever had in my entire life, so I don't exactly decline the invitations. And he's one of the most brilliant people I've ever met, so it's always interesting." I took a sip of the crimson liquid, moaning low in pleasure. Good wine. I preferred a good cup of hot oolong, but it was impossible not to appreciate the quality of that drink. 

A few glasses after and a lot of talks about dogs, fishing and other hobbies, he finally felt safe to bring back the topic. The rain had started really pouring, the now thicker drops hitting the windows loudly. Alana hadn't called again. It was nighttime now, the sky seeming to be darker than usual. I was low-key worried about her, but the conversation was too great to interrupt. She was a good driver. She would be just fine. 

"I've been seeing Hannibal Lecter in his office. Not exactly his patient, though. A courtesy of Jack Crawford to keep an eye on the coping of my brain functions." He sounded a bit bitter, drinking a few sips of his wine.

I could see he didn't like therapy. Must be hard with someone with a mind like his.

"You know, sometimes, Alana psychoanalyses me. Like, she doesn't even notice. It's cute, but sometimes it creeps me out." 

"She has a professional curiosity about me, but she's too polite and considerate to let it slip out. We've never even been alone in the same room together."

I held back a bitter comment, not wanting to talk shit about my cousin, but he saw it right through me. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to put you in a complicated position."

"I know. You're sweet." The word slipped through my tongue before I could contain it. Will blinked a few times, seeming surprised, and I felt my cheeks burn, starting to stutter. "I meant… I'm sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?"

"No, no. It's just… no one's ever called me that before." It was my time to get surprised. He didn't seem to be complimented much, and that just made me flabbergasted. I couldn't be the only one who saw how fantastic Will was.

"... Ah. Well, some people are just shy. I'm shy as hell, don't even know how I had the nerve to say that, it's probably the wine starting to kick in. Hope I really didn't make you uncomfortable, though. Don't need to be polite, it's okay to tell me."

"Actually, I'm curious to know what else you think of me. I sense it's not the only word you have to define me." He sounded bolder, and his eyes were on mine, giving me shivers down my spine. 

"Well… I think you're too exceptional to be defined with a few words. You're… Kind, brilliant… I see how seeing what you see, doing what you do, how it wrecks you sometimes, and you just keep doing it because you're saving lives. That's so selfless, Will. That's…" I was going to say more, but at that very moment, a loud thunder just made the house practically tremble, and I let out a real inelegant weep, coming closer to Will and holding his arm firmly, my fingers grabbing on the fabric of his shirt. He could've thought it was an artifice to get closer to him, but he could see how frightened I was, trembling like a cornered wild little beast. I hated thunders, fireworks, anything loud. Feeling ridiculous, I released his shirt, apologizing with embarrassment.

"It's okay. It's just noise. I'm here." He put some of my hair that had fallen to my face behind my ear with such a tenderness that I felt my stomach twitch, realizing suddenly how close we were. He was looking at me as if it was the first time he was actually seeing me. 

The phone rang again. Alana! I grabbed it from the coffee table, turning to face Will. He wasn't avoiding eye contact anymore, his pupils were dilated. My breathing was accelerated, and I knew it had little to do with the thunder.

"Lana, is everything okay?" I asked with genuine concern. "Are you close?"

"Ah, Y/n. I'm so sorry. I don't think I'll make it in time, I'm driving slow, the roads are slippery because of the storm and it's pretty foggy. I'll stop at a motel and spend the night, or at least wait for the storm to pass. I'm so furious with myself!"

"It's okay cuz, do what's safer for you. I'm sure Will will understand. I'll pass him the phone." I gave him the phone and he talked to Alana for a few minutes, but I wasn't listening. She'd ruined the moment unintentionally, and now he was probably going home. When would I have an opportunity like that again? 

"Okay. Don't worry. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Alana. Take care." He gave me the phone and I put it on the coffee table again. Before any of us could say anything, another thunder cracked the sky, and this time, Will held me so I wouldn't be afraid. The lights went out, and he held me against his chest protectively, making me smell his aftershave and some perfume. He smelled so good. For a moment, I just stood there in his arms, feeling his warmth, his breath, the steady beats of his heart. 

I moved away just a little to see his face, very close to mine, but it was so dark I could only see shadows. A lightning lit up the room and, just for a little moment, I could see his gorgeous eyes staring at me. After a soft touch of his thumb on my lips, he finally kissed me, so gentle, like I could break as fine china with any rougher move. I touched his neck with both my hands, playing with his hair, feeling how soft they were. He pulled me closer, his hands on my waist, and the kiss started to get deeper, voracious, as if we were hungry for each other. Maybe the wine was helping to raise the lust; all I know is that I've wanted that to happen for a long time. Will's kiss was everything I imagined it would be, but entirely different at the same time. All I could say was that he was great at it. His hands traveled through my body, and I grabbed his hair, pulling it slightly. That made a low growl echo through his chest, and I started to feel my body fervent as a bonfire.

I couldn't say much because I was breathless and I didn't want to stop what we were doing, so a single word left my lips as I kept my forehead on his.

"Stay."

Will bit his lip, kissing me again, and that was all the answer I needed.

xx 

Morning. Thin sunrays illuminated my bedroom floor through the curtains, waking me up. The storm was gone. I haven't had a nice night of sleep like that in ages. I looked at the other side of my bed and there was Will, sleeping heavily. It wasn't a dream, after all. Last night really happened. I smiled, staring at the roof with disbelief in my eyes.

I stared at him for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. Should I just let him sleep? He looked so heavenly, his hair was messy, his breathing steady, he seemed so less troubled than he usually was. I touched his hair lightly, caressing it with tenderness, and he started to move. I could see his neck, and a few hickies we marked on his albescent skin. That made me blush a little bit, and I laughed silently. 

He opened his eyes while I still touched his hair, but I didn't stop, and he didn't seem to want me to. We stared at each other in silence for a few moments, and he smiled, a different smile than the usual ones he gave me.

"Hi." He said, pulling me closer by my waist, stroking the skin under the sheets. I pecked him on the lips, then kissing his forehead, his cheek, his jawline. 

"Hey there. Good morning. I'm starving, are you having breakfast with me?"

"Actually, I gotta go home. Feed the dogs." He said, stroking my nude shoulder with his finger.

"Of course. Your dogs. I won't keep you then, poor babies must be so hungry." I kissed his cheek and was about to get up when he pulled me again, gently kissing my lips. I smiled, probably looking like an idiot. A joyful idiot. "I'll let you get dressed. I'll be in the kitchen."

I dressed up in my long and black robe, smiling at him before I left the room, going to the kitchen, where I started to make some french toasts. After a few minutes, I heard the front door open, and an exhausted Alana came in, her hair frizzy and her coat looking still a bit wet.

"Oh, Lana! Go change, you'll get a cold!" I stopped what I was doing, going to her and helping to take off her coat.

"That storm was a nightmare. I swear I won't ignore the warnings ever again. I'm so sorry, I had no idea it would get this bad, yesterday was one of those days where everything just goes wrong. Hope Will arrived well at home, did he seem disappointed or annoyed before he left? I was so inconvenient…"

I didn't even have time to answer, because Will opened my bedroom door, coming out while buttoning his shirt, suddenly realizing Alana was there.

"Oh." Alana said, looking so flabbergasted I almost laughed at her. Will rose his eyebrows at the sight of her, seeming a bit unsure of what to do or say. I wasn't planning for her to find out like this, it was a bit early, I wasn't expecting her to arrive so soon. "Hi, Will."

"Alana. Hi." He avoided looking at her, staring at me, and his eyes immediately softened. I smiled, he smiled back, and that was it, Alana was forgotten.

"Off you go to feed your children." I joked, biting my bottom lip. "I guess I'll see you later, then."

"Definitely." He simply said, kissing my forehead while caressing my hair, certainly a little embarrassed to kiss me in front of Alana. "See you later, Y/n. Bye, Alana."

"Bye, Will." I waved with a soft smile, and he grabbed his jacket, leaving the house.

My smile grew larger and I left my head fall back, squeaking low in commemoration. What a night! What a morning! I never thought I would thank a storm so much, let alone a bloody thunder.

Before Alana could say anything, I realized Will had left his glasses at the coffee table, and I picked it up in a hurry, bursting through the front door and calling him before he left, waving in front of the car.

"You forgot your glasses!" I said, and he opened the car windows, raising his hand to pick them.

I leaned against the car window, putting the glasses on him, and kissing his lips fiercely. He moaned in surprise, holding my face to deepen the kiss. After a moment, I pulled away, appreciating the view of his lips so reddish. 

"Go back inside, it's cold." He said with a cheeky smile, and before I could say he actually made me hotter, he took off with the car.

I went back inside, where Alana was waiting for me with her arms crossed. 

"What the hell did you do to Will Graham?" She asked, sounding severe, but a smile was trying to escape her lips "I mean, besides trying to suck his soul with your mouth a few moments ago."

"Oh, shut up!" I laughed, blushing violently. "You made that happen, you know? Thank you. Was that a set up or did the universe actually conspire in my favor?"

"I wish I'd planned this. That would mean I would've had a plan b and I wouldn't have stayed at that disgusting mote… Y/n, you're full of hickies, I can't believe you!"

"You're starting to sound like my mom, Lana. I'm gonna wear a turtleneck, don't worry, I don't want Beverly all over me like a bloodhound and Brian and Jimmy's witty comments today. In fact, keep it to yourself, okay? Will's discreet. I won't even tell Beverly, if she finds out, the whole bureau will know, hell, maybe even Freddie Lounds."

"I told you to let it go, Y/n. Will's very unstable right now. I… I only want what's best for you." She said with concern in her bright blue eyes. I sighed, walking to her and kissing her cheek with affection.

"You're a good cousin. But I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself, okay? Unless this isn't only about me, unless it concerns something else." I raised an eyebrow while staring at her, more confident that I've ever been. "Is there something you wanna tell me?"

She hesitated, clenching her jaw, but never spoke. 

I smiled, tapping her cheek very lightly in approval.

"I gotta get ready to work. Wanna grab lunch with me later?" I asked in a casual tone, a cynical smile on my face. She shrugged. "See you later then, cuz."

[darling-i-read-it]

Jealousy

Will Graham x reader, slight Hannibal Lecter x reader

Word Count: 2.2k 

Warnings: talks of murder, corpses, crime scenes 

Author’s Note: besties you need to stop giving me freedom to chose the endings because i am SO biased. I hope you all enjoy regardless and didn’t mind that I bunched these two requests together because they’re so similar! 

Requested: by anon, Hey i don’t know if you’re still taking Hannibal requests but if you are can you do something where both Will and Hannibal have a crush on the reader? The reader would be the only one who doesn’t know about the two men having a crush on her and one day the reader hangs out alone with one of them (could be Will or Hannibal) and the other gets jealous? It could end in the reader choosing one of them. (your choice)

Requested: by anon, AHHH i’m so nervous to write a request even tho this a anon😅 I never done a request but if you could do something where both Hannibal and Will take an interest in the reader? It could just be a thing where both of them try to impress the reader who remains oblivious to their affections. And during the entire thing they get jealous of each other and try to one up each other in gifts. If you want you could end it with them being polyamorous or the reader choosing one of them, i don’t really care my main focus id just the jealousy lol😅

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You nodded gently, putting your fingernail between your teeth. You circled the corpse, giving it a careful eye as Beverly spoke over your thoughts. 

“We believe it was murder, obviously,” she said. 

“It’s just been a bitch trying to figure out how she was murdered,” Zeller commented. He was sitting on one of the stools, his hands resting on his thighs. 

“Keep working on it,” Jack said, hand resting on the cold metal table. 

“I think we should try and talk to the mom again. I feel like she knows more than she’s letting on,” you muttered. Will and Hannibal watched you as you moved to the head of the body, looking directly down at it. 

“I want to go to the crime scene again,” Will said. You looked up and met his eyes, nodding a bit. You knew the toll that it took on him so you preferred him to offer up his abilities, rather than ask him. 

“Are you sure you’re up for that?” Hannibal asked. Yours and Will’s eyes floated to Hannibal who was standing at the corner of the room. This wasn’t his crime, he wasn’t sure what Will would find. 

“I’m sure,” Will said sturtly and then turned around, walking out of the room. Hannibal watched as your gaze followed Will until he was out of sight and then you turned back to the corpse. 

“I’ll drive you to the mothers house,” Hannibal suggested. You nodded and took your hands off the metal, walking over to him.

“Thank you.” 

The two of you left quickly after that, leaving Bev, Zeller, Price and Jack in the room alone. Beverly pretended to check something on her clipboard before looking up at everyone.

“You all felt that tension too, right?” Overlapped responses came.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.” 

“When did that happen?” 

Beverly shrugged and learned against the wall. She tried to follow you and Hannibal as you left the morgue but you were already long gone.

“Who do you think she’s gonna pick?” Bev asked. 

“I say let the best man win!” Price commented. 

“We have a case here lady and gentlemen,” Jack said, pretending he too wasn’t invested. Everyone else shared one more look and then turned around, getting back to their duties. 

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Hannibal sat promptly in his chair, legs crossed and looking at Will who sat across from him. Will had an open stance as he looked around the room he had been in a couple of times before. 

“How was your week? Let’s start there,” Hannibal said gently, prompting Will to start talking. Will was usually filled to the brim with sarcastic comments but he never wanted to delve any deeper than that. Unless he was talking about other people's murders. 

“Um, it was fine,” he said, trying to figure out what to say. “Y/N came over last night and made dinner. It was nice to have someone over.” Hannibal was able to mask his feelings very well but Will caught a little bit of disdain. 

“That’s nice. Do you see her often?” 

“Sometimes. She’s nice and likes to see the dogs.” Hannibal saw you yesterday as well, when the two of you went to interview the mother again. Hannibal offered a nice face to the woman and it ended up getting you somewhere with her. 

“She is very kind,” Hannibal commented. 

“Do you see her often Dr. Lecter?” Will asked. 

“On occasion. She comes over for dinner. She used to be a patient but she’s been doing well.”

“Glad to hear you have some success stories.” 

That was the day that Will and Hannibal realized they were competing and they hadn’t known it. They weren’t even sure that you knew it but they understood that the other had feelings for you. 

Sure, ultimately it was up to you in the end but it was then they decided they would have to get to you first. Will was a little unhinged and confused. Hannibal was a little insane and unsettling. 

Just depended on who was going to be able to play the right cards. 

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You sat beside Hanniabl at his dinner table. You had a few of the case papers out in front of you, next to your plate of food. Hannibal was flipping through them as well. He was trying to help you out while also getting you to enjoy a nice meal. 

You ate the last bite of the food and showed Hannibal one of the pictures. 

“Do you think this looks like she’s been dead for a couple of months? I know water can wash away evidence and stuff but it definitely doesn’t look like she’s been dead for months,” you said. Hannibal took the picture from you and looked it over. 

“I can’t say I disagree with you.” You took the picture back.

“This is really good by the way. Thank you for letting me intrude on your dinner,” you said laughing a bit. He shook his head. 

“Of course. I’m glad you enjoy it, I know it can be an acquired taste.” 

“I really enjoy everything you make. How do you say it? It’s growing my pallet,” you said smiling. He nodded pleasantly. It was always nice to make sure people were listening. You looked like you were about to say something else when your phone dinged. At first you ignored it but then it dinged again. “I’m sorry,” you muttered and then picked up the phone. You read a couple of messages and laughter bubbled from your mouth. Hannibal immediately felt a stab of jealousy but it didn’t show on his face. “Sorry, Will just sent me something about the case. I actually have to go see him later tonight, I should probably get out of your hair.” 

Hannibal shook his head. 

“You’re always welcome here, I hope you know that.” You smiled and nodded but still put the papers together in a neat stack.

“Don’t say that, I’ll abuse my privileges.” You stood up and put the stack of papers in your arms. “Thank you again Hannibal. I’ll call you?” He nodded, standing up as well and taking your plate. 

“Of course. Have a nice night and say hello to Will for me.” You nodded and waved as you turned to leave. 

Hannibal turned to the kitchen and put the dishes in the sink. He started to wash them and after a moment he found he had been washing his hands dry. 

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“You really didn’t have to drive me. I can drive myself,” Will said from the passenger seat of your car. You waved him off, shaking your head. 

“Please Will, I can drive you around all I want. Plus, I wanted to see Hannibal anyway. Don’t worry I won’t intrude on your session. I brought a book.” You held your book up in front of him and he nodded slightly. 

Why did you wanna see Hannibal? He decided not to ask. 

You got out of the car and followed Will inside to Hannibal’s office. Hannibal opened the door, as though he had been listening and waiting for your arrival. His smile grew at the sight of you. 

“I was hoping to run into you. I boxed some leftovers from last night because you enjoyed them so much,” Hannibal explained. 

“You went over to Hannibals’ last night?” Will asked. He didn’t mean for his voice to sound so accusatory but it did. You shrugged.

“I went for dinner and he helped me with some case notes.” You remained completely oblivious to the tension in the room. He handed you a box that he grabbed from his desk and you nodded happily. “Thank you so much! I will cherish this,” you joked. You turned to Will. “Have a nice session boys, I’ll be in the car.” 

  They both nodded and waved goodbye to you as you left the room. The tension did not leave with you. 

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The morgue did not smell any better the next time you were in it. You were alone with just Bev this time as you compared notes on the cause of death. She and the guys were still in the process of figuring it out but it had been a busy couple of days.

“Yeah that’s kind of what Price was saying. I don’t know, I’ll look into it more and get back to you,” she said as you showed her some notes. You nodded and put your notepad back in your bag. 

“Alright, keep me posted.” You stood up from your chair and stretched a bit. You and Beverly were pretty good friends outside of work as well so she had been dying to ask you about Hannibal and Will.

“So...how’s it going with Hannibal and Will?” she asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. You gave her a confused look.

“Huh?” She scoffed.

“You’re kidding right?” You gave her a look and she laughed dryly. “You seriously don’t know? Those guys are head over heels for you. Come on, you had to have noticed how jealous they get when you talk to them. It literally fills the room with tension,” she explained. You shook your head slowly. It took you a moment but the realization hit you. You had to sit back down. 

“Oh my God, I’ve been so head first in this case I didn’t even notice,” you said, laughing a bit.

“Well! Who’s gonna take the cake? Come on, we’re running bets here in the morgue.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Who did you bet on?” She gave you a look. “Come on!” 

“Will,” she fessed up. You stood up. 

“Go get your money Katz.” A prideful look went over her face and she nodded. 

“Alright then. You better go get your man.” 

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You knocked on Will’s door that night. You teetered back and forth on the porch, wondering if Beverly had been wrong. She could have read the signs wrong. Heck, you read the signs wrong at first. You were about to walk off the porch when Will opened the door, rubbing his eyes. 

“Hi,” he said, blinking quickly.

“Oh my gosh did I wake you? I’m sorry, I am running on case time,” you said, suddenly feeling very apologetic. He shook his head. 

“No, don’t worry about it. Do you need something?” You doubted yourself again but figured that if you were going to do it you had to do it now. 

“I just...Beverly said something and I...do you wanna go to dinner? Like together? Like as a couple?” You were trying to get the words out so they didn’t sound awkward. Will rubbed his eyes some more and then his hand dropped. He smirked a bit. 

“Yeah. I would really like that.” 

“Okay! Okay. Good, good. I’ll talk to you about it tomorrow once you get some rest,” you said. He nodded happily. 

“I look forward to it.” 

“Me too.” 

You turned around and he shut the door and a wall away from each other. You were both smiling wildly. Will almost called Hannibal and bragged but he went to sleep. He would find out eventually. 

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