#Hannibal lecter x daughter

[ellieslittleburrow]

HANNIBAL LECTER PEOPLE WAKE UP IT'S POLL TIME 🦷🦷🦷

Yall remember Hannibal's sister Mischa that was shown for a couple of seconds in the show, yeah? (I know she played like the most major part in who he is but let's just pretend she's still here today)

I think we wouldn't have a show but i also think she'd be sooo much worse than him. Kinda like beth in yellowstone

[rustys-lodge]

Requested by @yourlocalratwriter : Could you please make a Hannibal x daughter reader(platonic) where his daughter has severe anger issues. Maybe like their having a outburst and yelling at him and doesn’t actually mean it? But they got Frustrated so they started yelling?

Warnings : anger issues, yelling by both parties.

A/n : ssso so sorry to answer this late, i finally have the courage to write again and i didnt wanna steal the plot or anythiing but at the same time i wanted to finally write thiiis ❤️

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Hannibal, has welcomed you into his home. He cooks for you, helps you with your studies and even with your relationships with society and life. He would also like to help you with your room, but that, being your cocoon, is a restricted place for the meticulous Hannibal Lecter. That, until today.

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You drag your feet through the mansion, tossing your bag on the nearest sofa as you headed for your room.

It had been a long day. A reeeeally long day. And frustration was irritating every part of your brain. Every inch of your body. You were definitely ready to melt into your mattress and fall asleep.

Yanking your bedroom door open, the scent of chemicals and artificial roses slaps your nostrils as you discover an orderly room. Not your room.

Your eyebrows knit together as you scan every inch of the space.

Disgusting. Tidy. Unlivable.

No more piles of clothes. No more stacked up papers. No more of those littles things you placed exactly in the right spot, exactly where you needed them.

Hannibal.

You march out of your room, each step growing louder and louder, fueling your anger. Until you reach the study.

You place your hand on the door handle, a thought comes to your mind.

You are not to come in without knocking on the door, y/n.

But you think again…Fuck him ?

You push the handle down, simultaneously pushing the door forward. There he is.

Your heart skips a beat.

Hannibal almost jolts up. For a split second, he's surprised. But as soon as his eyes land on your face, his body relaxes. And his features go back to being illegible. He watches you, his head slightly tilting to the side, waiting for an answer to a question he didn't need to ask.

"My room." You say.

"Yes ?" The doctor responds in an even simplistic manner. And it shakes sometimes in you.

"I told you not to touch my room." You keep your words to a minimum. As you were far far from calm, anymore anger and words were going to start spurting out of your mouth.

You wanted to avoid that.

"I organized everything accordingly. I d-"

What ?

His voice dies down as rage boils through your body. He's always trying to control everything. He cooks, he tells you what to do. When to do it. He chooses your meals for you. Who you're allowed to go out with. When to come home. Wait-so he read stuff, in order to organize it ?

"You read my stuff ?"

"That's not what i meant i-"

"Why would you do that, Hannibal." Your voice pierces through your own ears. You feel hot and your stomach is knotted up.

"Y/n, calm down."

"DONT TELL ME TO CALM FUCKING DOWN." Your body jolts in response, reaching your end point. "You're always trying to control everything. You fucking control freak" You accusingly point your finger at him. And your father stares in response.

He bites his bottom lip as his eyes rove from your reddened face to your finger, and back to your face. And slowly, he sets his hand on top of your finger, lowering it down forcingly. But you pulled away.

"Don't fucking touch m-"

"That's it." The man snaps, gripping your arm and dragging you over to the sofa, where he pushes you down. His grip is firm, but gentle. And before you have the time to move, he kneels down in front of you. "Now you're going to breat-you're going to breathe and I won't let you go until you do so."

Yours eyes meet his and your heart instantly slows down...But the overwhelming pain in your stomach doesn't die down. It lingers...

"Breathe, darling." Your father nods encouragingly as he awaits for you to obey. But you breathe heavily. Your voice sounded so hoarse and rough. You hated it. You didn't mean the words that just came out of your mouth. You didn't mean them. You just-Not sure-It just felt-

"It's okay, sweetheart, i know."

You shake your head as he nods No...No- He doesn't get it-he doesn't know. No-Y-

"I know you didn't mean what you said...It's okay."

You sniffle, a lump growing in your throat. "I'm sorry." It comes in a whisper.

"It's alright..Just breathe."

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Good reading, i hope. ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

[painisforsundays]

[ilikethecolorredsstuff]

Someone should lock hannibal and will in different rooms and make them whatch the show.

It will end horriblly ofc but they'll also be very horny about it.

[clowningcrows]

not sure if i’m projecting or crazy or stupid or just actually incredibly good at characterization but will graham is extremely ethel cain coded 2 me

this man would drunkenly listen to strangers on repeat on his bathroom floor and bawl his eyes out while murmuring along to, “i tried to be good, am i no good? am i no good? am i no good?” while thinking about abigail and alana and beverly and and and….

[snax-writes]

[part two! i hope you like it!]

You look so much like your mother (in certain lights) - i. lecter // ii. beloved wife

summary: bedelia and hannibal attend the grayson’s annual advent dinner.

series masterlist // hannibal nbc masterlist.

chapter i // chapter ii.

warnings: pregnancy

word count: 3.2k

December 1996

"Bedelia, darling, are you ready?" Hannibal called upstairs, adjusting his shirt cuffs.

"Yes, one moment." She called back, she gathered her stuff into her clutch before walking down the stairs, her heels in hand.

Hannibal's eyes raked over her appearance, from her golden locks over her deep V-neck dress to the heels clutched in her hand. A smile played on his lips as he took in her attire. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." She stepped into her heels, gripping on to the door frame to balance while she pulled the second shoe on.

Hannibal couldn't resist the temptation to tease her. He leaned against the wall, his eyes darkening as he watched her. "Need a hand?" He asked, holding out his hand to steady her.

She managed to find her balance, the heels now firmly in place. "I think I've got it," she replied. "But thank you for the offer." She murmured, looking up at him.

With Bedelia now standing steady on her feet, Hannibal stepped closer to her, the space between them narrowing to mere inches. His gaze roamed over her, taking in every detail of her appearance, the way her dress clung to her curves, the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders.

He let out a low hum of approval. "You are a vision," he murmured. "Radiant." His hand found her still-smooth belly.

She smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to the underside of his jaw.

Hannibal's eyes fluttered shut as Bedelia's lips brushed against his skin. A low sigh escaped his lips, the touch sending shivers down his spine.

He regained his composure before taking a little step back. "The driver is waiting." He handed her her coat.

She slipped into her coat before taking her gloves and her clutch, while Hannibal slipped into his own coat.

Hannibal opened the door, allowing his wife to exit first. Glistening snowflakes clung to the cobblestone path and the edges of the buildings. He followed behind her, his hand gently resting on the small of her back. His footsteps punctuated by the crisp crunch of snow beneath their feet. A sleek black Mercedes-Benz S-Class waited curbside.

As they stepped out into the cold night, white snowflakes danced in the air, illuminated by the dim glow of streetlamps.

Hannibal opened the rear passenger door for her. The interior of the car was warm, a stark contrast to the chill of the winter night. Once she was inside and settled, he rounded the car and slipped into the backseat next to her. The driver gave a subtle nod through the rearview mirror before starting the car.

The Mercedes slid smoothly onto the road, its plush leather interior contrasting with the frosty night. Silence filled the cabin, save for the low hum of the engine and the swish of the windshield wipers.

Hannibal glanced at Bedelia. "Warm enough?"

She nodded, a smile settling on her face. Ever since she had taken that positive pregnancy test a few weeks earlier he had been even more attentive.

Hannibal's hand found its way to her stomach, his fingers tracing gentle circles over the still-flat plane. "How are you feeling?" he asked quietly, his gaze meeting hers.

"I'm fine, Hannibal." She answered, indulging him and his protectiveness.

Hannibal kept his hand on her stomach, his touch gentle and protective. "No nausea?"

She smiled, shrugging. "I'm sure it'll be fine once we're there."

Hannibal nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before he leaned back into the seat. "If you're not feeling up to it, we can skip the event." He said quietly.

"It's just a little nausea. I can still do the Grayson's Advent dinner." She answered.

Hannibal eyed her for a moment, his expression calm and observant. He could see the hint of fatigue in her expression, even though she smiled reassuringly. "If you're sure."

"Yeah. The Grayson's are nice, their guests too." The Grayson's were an exuberant, childless surgeon couple, who often treated them like their own. “I want to go.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of Hannibal's mouth. "Mrs. Grayson will dote on you all night."

The car continued through the city's streets, the lights of the high-rises and mansions passing by in a blur. The journey to the Grayson's elegant townhouse seemed shorter than usual.

As the car slowed, Hannibal turned his attention back to Bedelia. "I suppose you'll have your fill of appetizers and dessert." He said with a hint of wry humor.

She grinned.

The car came to a smooth stop in front of the Grayson's townhouse. Hannibal stepped out, offering his hand to Bedelia as he always did. Once she was out of the car, he closed the door and turned to her, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Ready?" He inquired, his gaze studying her for any signs of discomfort.

"Yes." Her voice was sure.

Hannibal nodded slightly, his hand hovering near the small of her back as they walked up the steps to the Grayson's front door. The house was elegantly decorated, the scent of pines and spices wafting through the air.

The door opened before they could knock, and Mrs. Grayson greeted them with a warm smile.

"Hannibal, Bedelia," she said, clasping her hands together as if in prayer. "I'm so glad you made it."

"We wouldn't miss it, Mrs. Grayson." Hannibal replied, returning the greeting. His hand brushed against Bedelia for a moment, a quiet reassurance.

Mrs. Grayson ushered them inside, the warmth and the soft glow of lights inside instantly having a calming effect. The townhouse was elegant, yet cozy and very much Christmassy. They hung up their coats as Mr. Grayson appeared from the dining room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of them.

"Ah, there they are!" He exclaimed, striding forward to shake Hannibal's hand before turning to Bedelia, "My, you look absolutely radiant, dear."

"Thank you." She gave a bashful smile.

Mr. Grayson chuckled, his expression warm and friendly. "I mean it. You're positively glowing." He glanced at Hannibal.

He looped her arm through his own, gently steering her into the sitting room, while his wife linked her arm through Hannibal's, leading him in the same direction.

"Come, come, everyone is eager to see you both." Mrs. Grayson stated, a motherly tone in her voice. A gathering of about a dozen guests, mostly friends of the Grayson's, were already present.

The chatter of the guests filled the room, their voices blending with the soft background music playing from the speakers. A waiter moved through the space with a tray of champagne flutes. Hannibal took two - for him and Bedelia, although he'd have to drink them both. The guests, both familiar and unknown, turned to acknowledge the new arrivals with nods, smiles, and soft greetings.

Mrs. Grayson led them through the room, making the rounds of polite introductions. Bedelia immediately and easily slipped into her usual bright personality. As they were paraded around the room, Hannibal observed Bedelia's interaction with each guest. She effortlessly engaged in easy conversation.

Hannibal smiled politely and engaged in small talk, when necessary, but his focus was more on his wife than the conversation. Despite her earlier fatigue, she was effortlessly charming and sociable. Her laughter rang out at one of Mr. Grayson's jokes, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

As the evening wore on, the guests became gradually more at ease, perhaps thanks to the generous flow of alcohol. Mrs. Grayson made sure that everyone always had a full glass - Hannibal's glass was perpetually topped up, while Bedelia's stayed untouched. Hannibal watched how her fingers gracefully held her champagne flute, as she gesticulated mindful of the intact drink in her hand.

Dinner was announced and Hannibal carefully observed how the evening was affecting Bedelia, her flushed cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes. He couldn't help but notice her relaxed state, the weariness from earlier entirely gone. As they moved toward the dining room, he leaned in closer to her. "Everything alright?"

"I told you I'd be fine as soon as we're here." She smiled, changing her full glass with his empty one - inconspicuously for onlookers.

Hannibal hid a knowing smile as Bedelia swapped their glasses. He couldn't help but admire her quick thinking and her careful act of normalcy in front of the guests.

"You never cease to surprise me." He murmured, his voice low and close to her ear.

She grinned, tucking herself under his arm. He gently touched the back of her shoulder to steer her into the dining room where the others were already finding their seats. She took her place at the table, a swirl of conversations and laughter filling the air. Mrs. Grayson ensured that Bedelia was placed next to her.

He shot a smile to her as he sat down on her other side.

He casually observed his surroundings. He couldn't help but notice the way Bedelia had shed her earlier weariness, her interactions and demeanor vibrant. He took a small bite of food, his gaze flicking back to his wife, who was engaged in conversation with Mrs. Grayson.

The Grayson's guests were a mix of surgeons, professors and psychiatrists. Small talk and laughter echoed around them, the atmosphere warm and festive. Hannibal took part in the conversation when necessary, responding with his usual eloquence.

He found himself discussing the latest medical journals with a surgeon, but his focus was primarily on Bedelia. He observed the way she effortlessly engaged in conversation, her face alight with laughter and her eyes sparkling. He watched as his wife avoided her wine glass, only drinking water.

The two couldn't miss the knowing glances Mrs. Grayson shot in their direction. Joy glittered in her eyes.

Indeed, Mrs. Grayson had noticed Bedelia's lack of wine consumption. However, she said nothing, continuing her conversation with her as if nothing was amiss. He could see the hint of excitement and joy in Mrs. Grayson's eyes every time she looked at Bedelia.

Hannibal's gaze flickered briefly to meet Mrs. Grayson's. A silent acknowledgement: he saw her knowing glances and understood them. He took a sip of wine, his gaze returning to his wife.

As the dinner progressed, the talk turned to recent surgical cases and medical breakthroughs. Hannibal and Bedelia both contributed to the conversation with measured words and well-informed opinions, even throwing in a sarcastic comment or two. But his attention was still on Bedelia, watching as she laughed at a story from one of the guests.

Finally, the dishes were cleared, dessert was served.

Bedelia glanced at him once or twice, catching his watchful gaze. Each instance her eyes met his, a small smile would play on her lips before she returned to the conversation. Hannibal took the moment to reach for Bedelia's hand under the table, gently lacing his fingers with hers.

Hours passed in a blink, and the guests slowly began to leave, each bidding their goodbyes to the hosts and thanking them for the wonderful evening.

Hannibal and Bedelia were among the last to leave, and as they picked up their coats, Mrs. Grayson approached them, her eyes sparkling with obvious joy.

Mrs. Grayson gave each of them a fond embrace, her happiness practically radiating off her. As she pulled away, she gently cupped Bedelia's face in her hands, "You look positively radiant, my dear. Truly." Her fingers lingered on Bedelia's cheek as she threw a glance at Hannibal.

Bedelia grinned, nodding as if wanting to confirm the woman's suspicions. "Thank you, Madeleine. I really enjoyed the evening."

Mrs. Grayson's eyes widened, her voice dropping into a reverent whisper, "Oh my, I was right, wasn't I?" Her lips stretched into a wide smile of joy as she glanced between Hannibal and a smiling Bedelia, "Please, tell me I was right."

"Next year we might have to organize a babysitter." Hannibal commented dryly.

Mrs. Grayson clasped her hands together in a gleeful gesture, "Oh my word! I called it! I knew it!" She turned to Mr. Grayson, her voice now slightly raised in excitement. "Robert, they're expecting a little one!"

Mr. Grayson, standing at the door, had just said his goodbyes to the last guests. His face quickly shifted into a warm smile as he closed the door, his eyes landing on a quietly amused Hannibal and a beaming Bedelia. "Oh, I knew the moment they arrived. The woman is glowing like a second sun and the man is not leaving her side for anything." He noted.

Hannibal smiled, his hand still resting on the small of Bedelia's back, a habit that had formed over the years. He chuckled slightly at the comment. "Is it that obvious?"

Mrs. Grayson gave a soft laugh, waving her hand. "Oh please, you're the proudest husband and father-to-be ever. You've been watching her all evening."

Mr. Grayson chuckled as well, adding, "Not to most people, but Madeleine and I know you both well. You learn to notice the subtlest signs." He cast a fond glance at his wife, who was still bubbling with excitement.

Bedelia, who had been enjoying the warm reactions, smiled sweetly at the couple. "We were hoping for you two to be the first to know," she confessed, "as honorary grandparents. I'm not far along, so we'll still wait to announce officially."

Mrs. Grayson's eyes got watery, tears of utter joy welling up. "Oh, I'm going to spoil that baby rotten!" She exclaimed, her voice a mix of laughter and tears as she hugged Bedelia.

As she turned to Hannibal, Mr. Grayson stepped forward, embracing Bedelia gently and planted a fatherly kiss on her hair. "We're honored, our dear, we truly are."

Bedelia smiled wide; a single happy tear had found its way down her cheek and was quickly dabbed away.

Hannibal could not help but smile at the display of emotion. To see Bedelia so joyous and content was something that would fill his heart eternally. Mrs. Grayson, in her own tears, clutched on Bedelia's hand as Mr. Grayson reached to hug Hannibal, "Congratulations, son. You'll be a wonderful father."

He patted the older man on his back, a strange feeling of contentment flooding him. "Thank you," he managed to say, his voice thick with unsaid emotions. The thought of becoming a father, of having a miniature version of himself and Bedelia, was both exhilarating and terrifying.

As he pulled away, his arm found its way back around Bedelia, gently pulling her close to his side. He placed a tender kiss on the top of her head, his eyes meeting hers for a fleeting moment. In her radiant happiness, she was even more stunning than usual.

She smiled, leaning into him more.

He gently caressed her cheek with his thumb, his gaze filled with tender tenderness. "We should get going then," he murmured.

"Yeah, we probably should."

After they said their final goodbyes to the Grayson's - Mr. Grayson shaking Hannibal's hand heartily and Mrs. Grayson squeezing Bedelia's for a solid minute - they put on their coats and stepped outside, the cold night air hitting them.

As the pair made their way back to the car, the cool evening air providing a slight bit of grounding against the emotional evening, Hannibal couldn't help but notice Bedelia's slightly misty eyes. He reached for her hand, folding his fingers over hers and pulling her a little closer.

Bedelia glanced up at him, her expression soft and content. She squeezed his hand gently in response. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet happiness. They walked to the car.

As they reached the vehicle, Hannibal opened the back seat door, holding it open for Bedelia. Once she was settled, he closed the door and made his way to the other side.

Sliding into the car, he shot Bedelia a glance. He couldn't help but admire her, her flushed cheeks, the joy still lingering in her eyes. He leaned towards her slightly, his voice low. "Comfortable?"

"Very." She smiled, lacing her hand with his, as the driver started the car.

As the car began to move, Hannibal's fingers played with hers, his touch light and gentle against her soft skin. He could almost feel her pulse drumming against his fingertips. His gaze flicked from their intertwined hands to her face, studying her quiet smile.

"I'm glad I'm doing this with you." She noted.

His lips curled into a smile; he moved a little closer to her. He gently tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch tender. "Likewise." He responded, his voice soft and low.

The car rolled through the night, the city around them bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. Hannibal's thumb traced soft patterns against the back of her hand, a quiet comfort between them. He raised their intertwined hands and gently pressed a kiss against her knuckles.

They pulled into the driveway, the car coming to a stop. Hannibal got out, circling around to open the car door for Bedelia. He offered her his hand, a subtle smile on his lips.

"Thank you." She smiled, already walking to their door while her husband gave their driver a tip.

Hannibal followed silently, his gaze trailing after her. The house was dark, the porch light offering the only illumination. He followed her footsteps, his keys jingling in his hand.

She watched as he stepped up to the house, on hand in his pocket, the other playing with the keys.

Hannibal turned as he reached the door, aware of her eyes on him. He noticed the amused smile on her face and the dangerous glint in her eyes. "What's that smile for?" He asked, his voice soft.

Bedelia, her hand still firmly in his, tugged him a little closer. "Who, me?" She asked, her voice deceptively innocent. As Hannibal leaned down, she pushed herself up onto her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

He chuckled against her lips, a low and rumbling sound, before deepening the kiss. His hand came to rest on her waist, pulling her against him, the warmth of her seeping into him even through his jacket.

After a moment, he wrenched his lips away, his breath slightly ragged. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and intense. "You're being cheeky." He murmured, his voice thick and laced with desire.

Bedelia giggled softly, a light, sweet sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She teased, her hand playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

His fingers, which still held the keys, made quick work of unlocking the front door.

Hannibal's eyes darkened, a sly smile curving his lips. "Sure, you don't." He answered, his voice a low, intimate murmur. He pushed the door open, the hallway ahead of them, dimly lit but cozy. His arm wrapped around her waist, he led her inside, his touch gently firm against her.

The house, dark and silent, felt warm and comfortable, enveloping them like a cocoon of familiarity. The click of the door as it closed behind them echoed faintly through the room, a soft sound in the quiet. Hannibal kept his hand on Bedelia's hip, guiding her through the hall, their footsteps muted on the plush carpeted floor.

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[murderhusbands4life]

Okay so I've been meaning to do this for ever but here we are decided to make this so I can start writing oneshots for Hannigram!

So you can request ideas, I will only be doing Hannibal x child / teen readers no Romance only platonic oneshots.

[curiositysavesthecat]

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[mikeynf]

my dad used to play “enjoy the silence” by Depeche Mode and sing it to me all the time but now that he like isn’t around a lot i can now only thing of an older man like Hannibal Lecter or Lawrence Gordon loving me because i miss the way my dad loved me like i think about them in ways that are low-key pedophilic and would probably end someone up in jail because i have like severe Daddy Issues also notice how they’re both doctors of some sort i think that’s kind of funny knowing that my dad wanted to be a doctor before he dropped out of high school

[thevamplelio]

Hey google, how did it take me this long to wander far enough into this hellsite to discover Hannibal (all media) and Hannibal NBC? Cause like…

Same energy, different font.

Also, Abigail/Will and Louis/Claudia have the same energy, neither of which is healthy, or straight, and I’m here… at least for Abigail/Will.

Oops?

The Queer appeal of toxic love.

Vampire Reviews: IWTV 1994.

[littlemomonga1234]

[ FIC Hannibal series ] MISCHA

I don’t plan to write in English— but I will try soon

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Mischa Hobbs 12 year-old-girl who is the younger sister in Hobbs house, think her life like a roller coaster. Go to high and down with thousands mile per hour

round one , go high when found the secret ‘hunt’ of her sister and father

and down when he kill his wife— her mother , sister and try to kill Mischa too

and now , in time when her eye and Dr.Lecter’s eye meet. Mischa found her life will move to high again—and it faster then last time

Mischa don’t sure that strange feeling in her tummy is fear or—excited

[ellieslittleburrow]

Summary : your dad, Hannibal. And your brother Sherlock sense something different about you. They bug you about it and later find out that you're being bullied. Needless to say, each one reacts differently. But both are comforting enough to get you to smile again.

Pairings : Alternate Universe : Hannibal Lecter x daughter, Sherlock holmes x sister.

Warnings : Hannibal being a cutie pie dad, mentions of bullying, a punch scene, mentions of wanting to off somebody.

A/N: yall know how much we love big boiz and these two are the perfect definition of that!!! Also let's ignore the fact that they're both somehow hoe at the same time like- don't they have no life??? Also i'm sorry if any of yall suffer from bullying ❤️. I really hope this doesn't trigger you. And i hope it comforts yall. I decided to delete it from the other account because i'm trying to get used to this one. Sorry if that confuses anybody lol

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Home sweet home.

Opening the door to your house, a very distinctive smell of rosemary oil slaps your nose as your pupils suddenly dilate, adjusting to the dim blueish feel of the house. That's what you've always loved about home. It wasn't just a safe space you thought about whenever you were outside, it was a smell, a look, a feel, warmth no matter how cold it was. Inner warmth.

"Little one."

You emerged back to real life.

"Oh" Spinning your head to the side, you catch your brother in act, pinning his head backwards as he sighs dramatically. "I caught her. Finally, i can have her now. She has awoken from her daydreams and she finally has time for us."

Your shoulders slouch as you roll your eyes at him. You're annoyed. And fucking pressured.

Your father and brother have been bugging you about what's been going on. A genius detective and a genius psychiatrist are two of the things you DO NOT want to be surrounded with.

But here you are, living with both-

"There she goes again."

Snapped out, again, of your little world, you huff, even more annoyed now.

"Would you both leave me alone."

The words come out harsher than you expected. You brush past them, taking off your coat before tossing it on the sofa. That upsets your dad. Sherlock too. But one's dangerous. The other one is too. Just..less dangerous.

"Something's different about you...I just can't seem to find what it is."

You smile when they're facing your back. You're honored to know that you're a difficult person to read, as reading is all they do.

As you walk upstairs, Sherlock follows behind. "What's been bugging you?"

"Nothing, Sherlock. Leave it." You mumble, entering your room, not bothering to look back because you know Sherlock to be respectful enough not to force things out of you. He can tell when you're really not in the mood to talk.

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On your way home, you like to walk past the forest entrance. The forest that's been known, your whole life, for it's eerie feels. The forest that only those YOLO people dare go into. Walking past it always made your blood pump, filled it with such adrenaline that- it made you feel al-

"Hey there, Lecter."

Fuck.

The voice is too close behind. How did you not realize somebody was behind you? If your dad were to hear he'd be so mad.

You slowly pivot around, only to find more than the one girl you expected.

Uh...

"Miller, let's not do this, okay? It's been a very long week and I'm t-"

You're interrupted by a fist that flies towards your face. And it's too quick so all you manage to do is lean back, making contact less painful. You stagger backwards, reaching up for your nose.

This bitch.

"Don't tell me what to do, Lecter. I choose when and what to do."

Miller and her rats walk away, leaving you frozen in place.

When did this become such a normal thing? You achingly take a deep breath in. You'd fight back, but you'd kill her. And that's not something you really want..

As you start walking home again, you think about how you're going to hide your bloody nose from your family...Or maybe..You won't. Too tired to do anything....You just didn't care anymore.

Opening the door, you're welcomed with that sweet sweet smell but...Fuck that and fuck everyth-

"What's that?"

You look up to find your dad hurrying towards you. He hols his hands out, ready to grab your cheeks but you flinch. The shock from earlier not having worn off.

"It's okay. It's just me." He reassures you, examining your nose as he rotates your head up and down. "Who did this to you?"

"It....It doesn't matter." You mutter, pulling away from him before heading for the living room.

"What's g-What's that?" Sherlock almost copies Hannibal but you lean back, holding an arm out to stop him. But he ignores it, grabbing your face to take a better look at your dried up bloody nose.

"Who did th-"

"It doesn't mattteeeeeeer." You groan this time, rolling your eyes as you once again pull yourself away. "It's just somebody from school that dislike me for no fucking reason." Your voice gets lower at the end of your sentence.

There really no reas-

"I'm sorry?" Sherlock frowns. "And you didn't think about telling us about this earlier? We would've hel-"

"How?" You cut Sherlock off, bitterness lacing your voice. You violently swing your coat and toss it on the sofa. "How the fuck would you have been able to help?"

"I know a way." Your dad joins in. You can sense the smirk creeping up on his lips. You can hear it in his voice.

"Is it a boy, or a girl?" Sherlock asks and before you get to reply, your dad does.

"It doesn't matter to me." Your dad jerks his knife playfully.. Although...the darkness in his eyes doesn't look so playful.

"What are their names, honey?" The doctor's voice is hauntingly blank. Just filled with nothingness. Like the person inside of him suddenly disappeared. And Sherlock senses it too.

"Father...Calm down...Please. I'll...." Sherlock's fatigued sigh stabs you in the heart. "I'll take care of it." He shoots his father a glare before grabbing your hand, gently. "I'll show you how to defend yourself."

You follow behind, turning when your dad speaks from a distance.

"I don't care what moves you're going to teach her, Sherlock. I'll make sure those kids never touch her again."

Your heart skips a beat. You don't want to ask. Don't want to know. You'd really rather not. But you ignore that...fear anyways. Why would you care. At least you had them to take care of you.

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wtf was this, am i right? I don't even how i managed to write it. Anyways, i hope yall enjoyed it. ❤❤❤🥀🥀🥀

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Hannibal

Hey y'all. I keep getting more and more likes on those Hannibal fics. I'm soooo glad they're being enjoyed. But they're very particular. So i started wondering. A lot of people like em. But why tho ?

Do tell because Rusty here is cuuuurious

[slaymaxuwu]

Ok guys I've listened to ethel cain but I just can't watch hannibal I just can't justify watching it I know the earth would fall down around me

I know nothing about her but to me Ethel cain is like lana del rey for girls who watched hannibal (?)

[floatyflowers]

Dark! Hannibal Lecter, and John Wick x Young Mother! Reader

(Warning: Age gap, reader is a legal adult)

Hannibal Lecter

You booked a thereby session with him, but he did not expect you to attend with your baby.

"I really apologise, but I couldn't leave my daughter at home, and the babysitter cancelled in the last minute-"

"It's alright, Ms. (L/n), I don't mind at all"

Apparently, you needed therapy to get over your boyfriend's death as it traumatized you.

And Hannibal found it as a chance to get closer to you as the sessions became frequent and longer.

Allowing him to be more obsessed with you.

"I advise you to find a new partner, it will help you move on"

"No one would like to date a single mother like me, Dr. Lecter"

"Nonsense"

Little by little, Hannibal became closer to you providing for you and your child, making sure all your needs are met with expensive gifts.

Even though you refused at first, but Hannibal managed to convince you that he is doing all of this because you are a dear friend.

However, you don't know that he is the one who murdered your boyfriend from the beginning.

And made your friend suggest him as a therapist.

It is all going according to plan.

The next step is marriage and him adopting your baby.

John Wick

You were the daughter of Viggo Tarasov and a single young mother living in your father's mansion in peace.

That was until your brother, Iosef, screwed things up and decided to kill John Wick's dog and steal his car.

Of course, it led to your family demise.

You don't know why he didn't kill you and your son, maybe he wasn't heartless as he seemed.

When John took you and your son with him to live in his home, you did not fight him, fearing for your baby's life.

For the first month living with John, you refused to speak to him and stay almost all day in your room with your son.

Honestly, John bought all the necessities, making sure you are comfortable.

"Why did you keep me and my baby alive?"

That's the first question you ask him after the tragic night, no fear in your eyes, only confusion.

"It's not your fault"

That answer didn't satisfy your curiosity.

"Then why did you force me to come with you?"

John only grabs your delicate hands with his rough ones, smiling a bit.

"So, you can take the place of my wife"

Part Two

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Hannibal x Reader

Extra Sweet

You sat in a chair in front of a mirror as your father roughly pulled your hair back.

"I told you to wash this mess, and cover those damn scars on your wrists I don't need people talking about my suicidal daughter." He grumbled as you rolled your eyes, he put your hair into a tight pony tail before going to your wardrobe.

"You'll need a long sleeve dress so we can hide those hideous scars." He grumbled pulling out a dark red velvet dress and placing it on the bed.

"Get changed and for gods sake put some make up on." He grumbled before leaving your room.

You sighed and stared at yourself in the mirror, this was going to be a rough night.

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You stood at the entrance of Doctor Lecter's house, you fiddled with your dress before your father swatted your hand away.

"Stop." He growled as you rolled your eyes.

"This dress is too tight." You grumbled making him sigh in annoyance.

"Maybe lose weight." He replied before the door opened and you painter on a fake smile.

"Ah, this must be the lovely Y/N I've heard so much of." He said as he took your hand and pressed a kiss to it, making you blush.

"Y/N, this is Doctor Lecter. And of course this is my lovely daughter." Your father said in a kind voice that definitely wasn't real.

"Well, I hope you like beef because I've prepared a lovely meal." He said as your smile faltered.

"Oh, actually..." You muttered before your father nudged you.

"She's very excited." He finished for you as you made your way in.

Hannibal left to socialise with other guests as you turned to your father.

"I can't eat meat." You whispered as he rolled his eyes.

"Are we really doing this whole vegan thing again?" He grumbled making you want to shove your heel through his foot.

"I'm not vegan, I just can't eat meat or I get sick." You growled in a whisper as your father flashed you a displeased look.

"It's all in your head, be polite and eat the damn food." He responded as you groaned and left him alone to go get a drink.

You went to the bar and found Hannibal there.

"I must say you look very lovely this evening." He said making you chuckle softly.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you. I have to say I'm very uncomfortable, if it were up to me I'd grab that knife over there and cut this dress off." You replied fiddling with your dress again making Hannibal laugh.

"I have heard how uncomfortable it can be to wear such dresses. I'm honoured you made that sacrifice for my event." He said, a slight blush creeping onto your face.

You weren't used to people being so nice to you.

"Well, seems it was worth it after all." You said taking a sip of your wine, you cringe a little making him chuckle.

"I tried to pretend I was the kind of person to drink red wine but I can't do it." You grumbled as you cringed a little.

"It is an acquired taste, I must admit. Here, allow me." He said as he opened a bottle of champagne and poured you a glass.

"I believe you'll enjoy this one more." He said as you took a hesitant sip.

"Now that's more my liking." You replied making him smile.

"You seem like the kind of woman to like her wine as sweet as herself." He said making you chuckle a little.

"That's very sweet of you." You said with a slight blush.

You continued to speak with Hannibal, actually enjoying the company, but Hannibal noticed a lot of things other people didn't.

"You look a little uncomfortable, my dear. You're constantly pulling on your sleeves and trying to shift the dress around. Is it too tight on you?" He asked ad you looked up at him, you hadn't even noticed you had been playing with your dress too much.

"Oh... I'm sorry, it's just a little tight. I just need to get back to the gym I think." You replied with a nervous chuckle.

"Nonsense, my dear. You are gorgeous, while it is a nice dress it is only beautiful when you're comfortable in it. Have you injured yourself?" He asked as he slowly reached for your wrist and pulled the sleeve back before you ripped it away.

"No... No, I was just gardening that's all. I should get going." You muttered before he placed his hand on your back, stopping you from turning away.

"Do not be ashamed of it. Please, come with me." He said as you looked into his eyes.

You weren't sure you even had a choice to go with him or not.

He led you out of the dining hall and into the quiet hallway.

His hand was still on your back as he looked down at you, towering over you.

"Did you do these, or did your father?" He asked as he gently took your wrist and slid your sleeve up.

"Me..." You whispered as he gently ran his fingers over the scars.

"Your father seems quite controlling of you. I've known his type quite a few times, it's understandable you would feel the need to harm yourself." He whispered as you looked up at him, you'd never had anyone show actual understanding for any of this.

"It gives me something to focus on other than...my life." You replied as he nodded and rolled your sleeve back down.

"Has your father ever laid his hands on you?" He asked, hid voice low and somewhat comforting.

"Only if he's had too much to drink, he's just slapped me a few times. I just...I'm so sick of it! He wants me to do fucking everything and then practically fucking marry me off." You growled, Hannibal could see the exhaustion in your face.

You sighed and rubbed your face.

"Sorry, it's just been a lot lately." You whispered as he reached up and held your face in his hand.

"I can see how exhausted you are, you do not deserve to be treated like this. I want you to come back to my house tomorrow afternoon so we can talk, okay? I want to help you, Y/N. Will you be okay tonight with your father?" He asked as you looked into his eyes, unsure of what to say.

"Yeah... Yes, I'll be okay. You don't have to do this." You muttered making him smile softly.

"I know I don't have to, my dear. But, I would like to. I'll have some tea ready for you...extra sugar." He said making you chuckle softly.

"It's a date."