#bedelia du maurier x reader

[rose-lunaire]

winter with nbc hannibal characters would include…

pairings: hannibal lecter x gn!reader, will graham x gn!reader, bedelia du maurier x gn!reader

warnings: none!

hannibal lecter

attending the annual new years concert in vienna

getting each other books for christmas and reading them together

smell of mulled wine filling the study

trying out sleigh riding on a quiet night, covered by animal furs and drinking warm cocoa

laughing through the ride, trying not to spill the beverage onto your clothes

will graham

stealing his sweaters!

cuddling in front of the fireplace, because the insulation is so bad

sleeping under several blankets (dogs) just to keep warm at night

cooking meaty stews, because none of you has the energy to make something new every day

you would inspect his clothing each time he goes out, making sure his scarf is tight enough (and almost strangling him in the process!)

bedelia du maurier

wine tasting in the comfort of an elegant hotel suite

long evenings slipping away into sleepy mornings

ice skating, or more precisely, learning to ice skate

holding hands and trying to keep your balance, ending up on the icy surface, arms draped around your waists

escaping the cold in a spa, trying new massages and red wine

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First Impressions - Hannibal Lecter Imagine [NBC's Hannibal]

Title: First Impressions

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter X Reader

Word Count: 937 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: Many knew the story of Hannibal's crime and arrest. However, the story of (Y/n) and Hannibal starts long before that. And the first to hear it was Dr. Bedelia Du Maurier.

Author's Note: I thought this would be more interesting than creating a simple story.

MORE OF THIS OC HERE!

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Hannibal and Bedelia's therapy sessions were far from the normal that Bedelia had known in her experience.

She would have loved to shrug such an observation off as simply her mind's immediate reaction to treating a colleague. However, she had to eventually dismiss such an idea.

This strangeness was something very different. Something about Hannibal was very different.

But she felt like she had few options other than continuing the man's therapy.

That day had been strange for an entirely different reason.

She had been sitting across from him for a while. Hannibal had fallen into some distracted silence.

"Something has captured your attention," she noted. "What is it?"

Hannibal let out a quiet chuckle before sitting up a bit straighter in his seat. "I'm afraid that 'it' is not an it, but a 'they'."

"A person," she replied. He nodded. "You meet new people almost every day. What makes this person so different?"

"For the first time, I cannot find the words to explain it," he continued. "They simply... are."

"I don't believe I have ever seen you speechless before."

Hannibal's grin grew just slightly.

It was a moment of pure honesty on his part.

It may have sounded harsh, but (Y/n) was nothing extraordinary. They seemed like every other person that had been around them at the time. Hannibal found trying to explain why they had so easily caught his eye similar to explaining to a toddler why one would need to go to bed at a reasonable time. So simple on the surface, yet seemingly more complicated when someone begins to question it further.

Maybe it had been (Y/n)'s kindness. They looked at everything around them with such genuine interest that it could've knocked the wind out of someone who looked in their eyes. They seemed so eager to help anyone. Hannibal could see that in the admittedly short amount of time that they spent together.

Maybe it was simply carried themselves. Their smile never seemed to dip. Hannibal felt childish for believing it, but he could've sworn that their eyes sparkled. There was something about their excitement that brought a sense of comfort. Hannibal thought it was affecting the whole room, but it could have just been him and he would've never been able to tell.

"How did you meet?"

His attention was suddenly turned back to Bedelia when she spoke. She tried to fight the knowing smile that so desperately wanted to show. She had never seen Hannibal in such a... distracted state, but she felt safe assuming the cause of it.

"At an art gallery," Hannibal replied.

"A guest?"

"An employee," he corrected.

"I see," she nodded. "Tell me about your... chance interaction."

"I had asked about a painting," he explained. He felt a need to avoid the specific details. He wanted those to be only his. "They told me about some small details. They seemed to cut themself off when they realized how many details they were sharing. They tried to apologize, but I was... intrigued."

"Was that the entire conversation?"

"No."

An amused smile formed.

"It feels strange to admit this, but I did continue pestering them while I was there," he continued. "I was curious about how much they knew."

"And?"

"The knowledge came from much more than simple education. It came from an interest that would have started a long time ago. Decades."

"Did you ask?"

"Yes," he nodded. "They told me that their mother was the reason that they knew so much."

"Many of us can unknowingly carry the habits and hobbies of our parents," Bedelia said. "The ones that we are aware of are arguably the most important."

"It would seem so," he replied.

"Please, continue your story."

"I watched them go around to help everyone else whenever needed. And then, they would come back and continue our conversation. As if there had never been an interruption in the first place.

"I promised to come back another day and continue our conversation."

"They seemed happy about the idea?"

"Yes."

Again, Bedelia had to fight that knowing smile.

Hannibal was smitten.

Intrigued and smitten could become mixed in the mind. Many could be misguided by mere intrigue. Hence why they would lose interest when the object of their affection had nothing left for them to learn about.

However, Hannibal never seemed to mix those thoughts together. He seemed entirely aware of the source of his thoughts. But this time, Bedelia could see the mix occurring in his mind. The question was whether or not he could also see the mix.

He could.

And he didn't mind it.

"What's their name," Bedelia asked.

"(Y/n)."

Hannibal almost said the name like it was made of glass. If he said it too harshly, it would shatter, and he would lose the right to speak it. That knowing smile was beginning to win the battle on Bedelia's face.

"What are you going to do when you see (Y/n) again?" she continued.

"Ask them more questions," he explained simply.

"Invite them to dinner?"

There was a small pause before Hannibal answered, "Perhaps."

She nodded.

Something about seeing Hannibal in such a state brought a sense of comfort. Like it provided evidence against a theory that Bedelia feared would be true.

"I'd like to hear about how your next interaction goes," she said. "To ensure that this becomes a healthy, fulfilling relationship in your life and theirs."

Hannibal nodded.

Bedelia decided then that she may be able to become comfortable with seeing Hannibal in such a state for a while.

This was a kind of strange that she could make sense of. 

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It Had To Be You — Bedelia Du Maurier

Summary: You ask Bedelia to be your first kiss, intrigued, she intends to figure out why.

Word Count: 654

Warnings: None

You stand in Bedelia Du Maurier's tastefully decorated office, the air thick with perceived tension. The soft glow of ambient light accentuates the elegance surrounding you. It should make you feel comfortable, but the weight of the question on your mind overruled your senses.

"Bedelia," you began, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness, "there's something I've been thinking about, and I wanted to ask you..."

She arches an eyebrow, inviting you to continue.

"Would you be my first kiss?"

Bedelia's composed demeanor falters for a moment as surprise washes over her features. You bring your gaze back up to meet Bedelia's, her piercing eyes assessing your request. The silence hangs in the air for a bit longer, and you begin to regret your impulsive question. Just as you're about to stammer out an apology, a subtle smirk tugs at the corners of Bedelia's lips.

"Well, that's a rather unconventional request," she remarks, her tone a mix of amusement and intrigue. "But then again, conventions have never been my forte."

You watch as she leans back in her chair, crossing her legs elegantly. Bedelia appraises you with a curious glint in her eyes. There's a moment of palpable tension, and you wonder if you've crossed a line. But then, a slow, deliberate smile creeps across her face.

"Why not?" she says, her voice a sultry whisper. "There’s a lot you can learn about a person even in a single kiss. I wonder what I might learn about you.”

As Bedelia rises from her chair, you become acutely aware of the gravity of the situation. She moves closer, closing the distance between you with a predatory grace. Your heart pounds in your chest, anticipation and uncertainty swirling in the air.

Bedelia's fingers lightly trail along your jawline, a teasing caress that sends shivers down your spine. The scent of her perfume envelops you, and you find it difficult to look away from her mesmerizing gaze.

"Close your eyes," she suggests, her voice a velvet purr.

You comply, shutting out the world as Bedelia's presence becomes more palpable. The seconds seem to stretch into eternity, heightening your senses as you await her kiss. Then, you feel her breath, warm and gentle against your lips. Your anticipation intensifies, and at last, her lips meet yours in a slow, deliberate kiss.

Bedelia's lips are soft and commanding, leaving an indelible impression, one you know you won’t soon forget. As the kiss deepens, you become acutely aware of the intoxicating blend of vulnerability and power in this shared moment. What had been made as a simple yet utterly terrifying request, was now made real and it left your head spinning.

When the kiss finally ends, Bedelia pulls away, her eyes holding a glint of satisfaction. The air between you crackles with newfound awareness, and you flutter your eyes until you meet her gaze once more. There's a subtle smirk on Bedelia's lips, and you can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration.

"Mmm,” she hums, "very revealing.”

“What— what do you mean by that?” Your voice came out stilted as you asked for an explanation

“You know how I said you can tell a lot about someone from a kiss?” You nod. “Well, it’s true. And from yours, I understand that you’ve been waiting for this moment. How long? How long have you felt this desire for me specifically? You could have let anyone be your first kiss. So why wait?”

As you gather your thoughts, you can't deny the truth in her words. You had waited, and you’d waited for her. It might not have happened as organically as you would have liked, but you couldn’t imagine it being anyone else. “I wanted it to be you, to be someone who occupied my mind so fully that it would have felt wrong if it were anyone else. And for me, that’s you, Bedelia. I knew it right away.”

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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.

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i’ll write for fandoms such as:

Criminal Minds

Greys Anatomy

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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.”

[flow33didontsmoke]

i just finished hannibal after months of denial…

my life won’t ever be the same.

i need more i’m begging you guys

[rottngdeer]

Bloodsuckers — 4

Pairings || Hannibal Lecter x Vampire!Female!Reader x Will Graham

Part 4/?

Part 3

Content/Warnings || Implied blood consumption, implied murder, gaslighting, manipulation

Authors Note || sorry this is so late, i have not had a good year so far and i’ve been dealing with a lot. working on more chapters tho, not sure how long i want this to be, but i’m happy people seem to like it so far :)

Will stayed for a while after your birthday party. Everyone else except Jack had left, but him and Hannibal were in another room together talking about… whatever. Will was just focused on you. He wanted to know why you are spending so much time with Hannibal; he did suspect that the two of you were sleeping together, but he couldn’t be sure. You and Hannibal were sat at the dinner table which was now cleared of any food, but a bottle of wine remained. Will had a glass while you had a glass of— something. He noticed that Hannibal was bringing your drinks to you from the kitchen rather than pouring you a glass from the wine that was present. Something special or expensive? But why hide it?

You looked at Will from over your glass as you took a sip of your drink. You set the glass down, “I can tell you have a question.”

Will shifted in his seat. It took him a few seconds but he finally asked, “Are you and Hannibal… sleeping together?”

“No.”

“You seem close.”

“Not like that.”

Will quirked an eyebrow, obviously still skeptical.

“We’ve… kissed. But it’s more of a business partnership, Will. It’s just a complicated one.”

Will looked down at his glass, “Business,” He repeated. “About the Ripper cases?”

“Yes,”

“So Jack knows?”

You narrowed your eyes a bit, “Why the sudden interest in my relationship with Hannibal?”

“I just… would want to be kept in the loop if you and Hannibal find out anything by yourselves.”

“You will be.”

A silence followed before you said, “You seemed relieved. That Hannibal and I aren’t sleeping together.”

“I don’t trust him. Or like him all that much… that’s what the sudden interest is.”

You smiled a little, “I know you don’t trust him. It’s easy to tell.”

“I don’t want to see you get hurt, Y/N,” Will said as he stood up, finishing his wine and in a final gulp and setting the glass down on the table. “Can I drive you home?”

“I’m going to stay a bit longer, but thank you.”

Will just nodded before heading out, bumping into Hannibal and Jack at the front door. Hannibal was opening the door for Jack, who nodded at Will before exiting. Will brushed past Hannibal without saying anything and headed out the front door behind Jack. “It’s good to see you outside of work, Will,” He heard Hannibal say. He didn’t reply, only glanced at the house in hopes to see you through a window; but he didn’t. He was determined to figure out more about you though— there was almost something uncanny about you. The strange drinks, the relationship with Hannibal, the lack of eating; there had to be more to you than you were letting on.

Hannibal shut the door as he heard you approaching. He turned to face you, giving you an innocent smile, “Did you enjoy your party?”

“Yes, thank you,” You let out a small sigh, “Will is on to you, Hannibal. We need to tread lightly.”

“Do you trust me, Y/N?”

“Hardly.”

Hannibal slowly stepped closer to you, “You should start to. I’ll make sure that Will doesn’t discover or leak anything about either of us or our arrangement.” He stopped when he was directly in front of you, looking down at you as he cupped the side of your face with one of his hands. “I promise,” He added. You resisted the urge to lean into his hand.

Your eyes met his, “I don’t think you give Will enough credit for how smart he is.”

“I don’t think you give me enough credit either. This… relationship won’t work well if you don’t start to trust me.”

“I wouldn’t call it a relationship.”

“I’d like it if it was.”

“No, Hannibal. You want to add even more complications to this?” You pushed his hand off of your face, “We already work together in public and in private, adding anything else to this will only make things worse. I shouldn’t have even kissed you earlier.” You stepped back a few steps to create distance between the two of you.

Hannibal took a step forward, “When was the last time you had someone who keeps your secret? Who allows you to feed off of them? Who kills to help you feed off of others?” He continued to step forward and you continued to step back until your back hit a wall and you had nowhere else to go. “Aren’t I all you have right now? The only person who knows of this? The only one who can help you feed safely without being caught? The only person who won’t turn you into the police or to the government? They’d run test after test on you until you were weak and useless. Or dead,” Hannibal looked down at you, his hands clasped behind his back. “Do you think it’s wise to say no to me?”

You slowly shook your head in response.

“Then I suggest you don’t say no to me again. If you leave Will to me, and you trust me… then you will remain safe.”

You just nodded, defeated. You didn’t want to argue with him, especially when everyone had gone and you had seen what Hannibal is capable of. Hannibal exhaled calmly how that you weren’t arguing with him.

“I don’t believe Jack will mind when I tell him we’re dating. Any suspicion of us doing anything will simply be covered by date nights and dinner parties together. If anyone asks either of us where we’ve been, we use the other. Simple, really.”

You glared up at him, “I hate you, you know that?”

“You’ll love me soon enough.”

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Touch | Bedelia Du Maurier | [A, F]

Summary: It’s hard to stay away, it’s impossible to be close. You knew relationship with Bedelia wouldn’t be easy and accepted the fact, but it’s hard anyway. Yet you manage. Word count: 1.6k

“Touch gives the world emotional context. The touch of others makes us who we are. It builds trust.”

Speaking from the view of others, you were not in a relationship.

Despite knowing the opposite to be true, your friends and family often expressed their doubts if this person was the right one for you. Some who were merely more than acquaintances were as bold as to say this person was just a thing of imagination.

You forgive them every time. You can’t blame them, really.

They all saw you with your previous partners. They’ve knew you your whole life, or most of it. They know how affection you are, how clingy you can get. They know how much you enjoy showing off your partner.

And yet…

Although you are, you claim to be, with your partner for over two years already, none of the people closest to you have seen them. All you told them is that they make you happy. That seemed to satisfy them at first, but it has been a long time after all.

Curiosity is one of the things you’ve come to understand quite well. How wonderful and destructive it can be. But you don’t tell them, because it was Her who taught you.

Some of them have met your partner. They just haven’t realized it. You don’t blame them.

In those moments, after all, you yourself barely believe you truly are dating.

Walking down the street or talking at a conference, your conversation is purely professional. You write down her words to your notebook or record them. If you’re lucky, you might take a picture of her. Nonetheless, it is all very sterile. No one suspects a thing – more than that, it would never cross anyone’s mind. Which is kind of the point.

Actually, that is also up to debate. One of your colleagues did joke once that She was exactly your type. You gave it a thought and made some excuse as to why he was wrong. You knew he’d forget the exchange before you got into the car, but your heart was racing for the rest of the day. It still does when it just so happens that you find yourself working with him somewhere she is.

It is challenging. You don’t know whether your job is a curse or a blessing. You get to attend the lectures and presentations with her, only not with her, you get to interview her. It’s better than not seeing her at all but it’s all professional. You need to keep your distance. It’s hard. It’s hard when you’re jealous of everyone she looks at, because she won’t look at you on point and you know it. It’s hard to see her shake hands with someone she meets for the first time because that’s more contact than you got that week. It’s just hard.

There’s a good reason for all these precautions, you know. Maybe not the exact reason, but it’s enough. She told you that by associating with her you’re putting yourself at great risk. This all is for your own safety. You trust her. She only wants to protect you and the best way to do so is to keep your relationship a secret. One little slip up could cost you both dearly. She made that abundantly clear.

Still, you loathe the people swarming around her at conferences. She’s charming, wonderful. She’s radiant and breathtaking. You’re painfully aware of all that. There’s of course nothing to worry about unfaithfulness-wise. However, the underlying problem is that even knowing that gives you barely any comfort.

You just miss her. Yearn for her. Ache for her.

Calling and texting are hardly options. Too easy to trace should anyone try. You wonder, sometimes, whether if perhaps you found a bottle small enough to pass through the tap and big enough to carry a letter you might reach her that way.

Sometimes when you look out of your window and watch her house, your and her yards seem like a wild sea separating you, the fence an unclimbable wall. It makes you feel creepy though, so you don’t seek for the sight of her that way.

It’s hard. It’s painful.

And she knows. Obviously she knows. She’s intelligent. One of the top psychiatrists in the country and you are hers. Naturally she knows. And you know she knows.

It’s clear from the bouquets of flowers that you sometimes find waiting in front of your door. The flowers change. Roses, red and white, azaleas. Lately, it’s been hyacinths mostly; asking for forgiveness.

It’s clear from the notes left in the flowers, or sometimes on your floor as they fall through the letterbox on your door. They are written in her neat handwriting. The smell of her cologne lingers on them. They are gentle, loving. Suddenly, for a few minutes, it’s good she doesn’t see you because you’re a mess, crying and sniffling.

In any case, it’s comforting to know that she’s been here. Perhaps in the dead of night, hidden from anyone’s sight, but she’s been near. She’s still protecting you.

That’s why even getting together was a herculean task. Years of pining for each other, longing, pushing away and pulling close; all that done in a way that no one but the two of you knew. She caused more heartbreak than any of your previous partners. And yet you’ve still choose to be hers and are hers. Always will be.

Even though it’s hard. She can be extremely cruel.

They tease you, your friends, asking about your domestic life since clearly your relationship is unsuitable for the public. They like to joke that maybe you live together but don’t realize it as you avoid each other even at home.

You smile and laugh. They can never tell if it’s honest or not.

It’s true that Bedelia is detached, awfully so.

Perhaps it’s a habit.

When she deems it safe, she comes to you – makes your home hers as well.

It’s awkward at first. You’re excited, filled with joy, threatening to burst. Yet her calm demeanor grounds you. The air around her keeps you still, calm on the outside while the storm inside rages. And she knows.

It’s easy enough to see. She’s curious what you’ll do. Yet, afraid to scare her away, you always comply with how she is. She doesn’t comment on it, but you think she’s grateful. Perhaps she’s waiting for you to snap. Maybe when that happens, she’ll give you the same smile she wears when something excites her.

You start slow, taking your time. At first it’s accidental touches as if your instinct is drawing you to her. Sometimes you even apologize, but there’s a silent something in her eyes that makes you stop. You can’t identify the emotion yet for some reason you believe it’s hurt.

If you’re cooking together, you let your fingers linger against hers as you hand her something. You stand close to her, not too much to seem to hover over her, just enough.

Then you allow yourself to caress her, fleetingly. Her skin is always so smooth, begging to be touched if only she let her walls down. Sometimes you can’t hold yourself back anymore and hug her tightly. She indulges you, she always does, putting her arms around you too, holding you safely in her arms.

Still, mostly it’s just your knees brushing as you sit close on the sofa and chat, hands finding each other, fingers intertwining. Little comforts. You’re grateful for the opportunity to talk freely. To hear about what is new in her life, to talk about yours, converse. To be able to tell her you love her. That you missed her. And you know she’ll say the words back, in due time.

Because even if she seems distant, cold, she isn’t. Not really.

You go to sleep, lying close yet with enough space between you. She told you that you tend to extend a hand towards her when you’re falling asleep. You don’t know about that but you do know that in the dead of night, she wakes you up. Not on purpose, she just couldn’t sleep, she’ll say.

Then she’ll kiss you. Softly as if pleading with you to let her continue. She’s careful, gentle. The walls she built will start crumbling down. She’s getting more passionate with each kiss, she shows you how much she longed for you, ached for you. She’s holding your face in her hands, caressing your cheeks. You pull her closer by her waist. There’s no oxygen in your lungs but you refuse to separate until last second. And even then you tease each other, fleeting kisses or gentle kitten licks to lips. Your bedroom fills with giggles.

Her hands start to wander, as do yours. Exploring your bodies, proving to yourselves that it’s real. You undress each other soon enough.

There’s nothing sexual about it. It merely reveals more skin to touch.

The direct contact always makes her shiver at first. She’s not used to being touched, or touching for that matter. It’s all slow gliding of hands against skin. Assuring each other that it’s true. That you’re both alive and safe. That the love is mutual, as deep as ever, your bond unbroken by the challenges. There’s a lot of skin to explore, and you can’t help but savor each other. It’s the most wonderful little eternity you’ve ever known in your life.

But when, inevitably, you start dozing off, she pulls you close to her chest. She’s soft, very much so, and warm. You can feel her heart beating, each breath she takes. It’s soothing. Everything else fades away. The only thing present in your mind is her.

[murderhusbands4life]

Hannibal Lecter X Teen Son Reader

second request sorry for the wait.

request: There's not many Hannibal having a son it would be interesting how he takes care of his kid through the years maybe when this kid grows up he moves to Paris in his teenage years but yet he has not met will graham, Then he gives Hannibal a call saying he will come visit and he meets will Graham and Abigail Hobbs then chaos from there.

i love this idea!

Fir the Lithuanian I will be using Google translate and Lithuanian will be in this font

Third person pov...

Not many people knew, well only one person knows that Hannibal has a Son and that person was Bedelia Du Maurier.

Y/N Lecter was Hanninals son, years ago Hannibal was close to one of his former patients before she became one of his victims as the cheasepeak ripper.

She had left behind a Son, a H/C haired baby with Hannibals eyes, when the man first held him in his arms he knew deep in his heart he loved this child and would keep him safe.

Young Y/Ns childhood was strange to say the least, having a physiatrist/ Serial Killer/ Cannibal as a Dad made it strange.

When Y/N was around 5 he witnessed his father kill one of his patients as they began violent with him. Hannibal hadn't noticed his son in the doorway of the office as the body slowly became cold.

But it didn't frighten Y/N only intrigued him in the anatomy of the body, Hanniabl knew from that moment on that his son was special, of course to him he had always been special but then he knew.

When he was 8 Y/N learnt of his family history and that he had an aunt but she died when his Father was young, Hannibal had also taught his Son Lithuanian, the two regularly converse in it.

When the boy was a teenager he left for Paris to study anatomy in on of their prestigious schools of art, Hannibal didn't want to let go off his child but knew it was what Y/N wanted.

The man paided fir everything so his son would be comfortable as he studied and the boy was thankful to his Father, He had promised to visit every once in a while, he kept that promise.

Years later...

Currently Hannibal, Will and Abigail were in Hannibals home watching the man cook in his emaculate kitchen as always, Hannibal had his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves to work.

Abigail rolled her eyes as Will watched Hannibals every move his eyes never leaving his hands, the curly haired man was sitting on one of the bar stools opposite Hannibals workspace.

Hanibal could feel Wills gaze and had a smirk on his lips, Abigail groaned her Dads were so obvious it was sickening.

Then the door bell went, Will got shaken out of his daydreaming a blush on his face, Hannibal looked to the clock '7.40pm who could that be at this time' thought the man as un the corner of his eye he watched Abigail move towards the door.

Y/N wrapped his thin coat around his body tightly, cupping his frozen hands and blowing on them, he forgot how cold Baltimore was, taking a second he cursed remembering he had a key.

"šūdas!(1)" He hissed finding the key finally using his shaking hands to open the door, he rubbed his shoes on thr welcome mat and closed the door behind him.

As he began taking his rain ridden jacket off he called into the quiet house "Aš namie Tėti(2)" He hung his coat up, he was confused usually his Dad was already at to door to greet him.

"tėvas?(3)" He called again, getting no response the first time, the teen grabbed a scalpel he keeps in his pocket for sketching he held it in his hand held down at his side just incase, he then heard foot steps in thr hallway.

The surprise was clear on his face as he saw a strange girl in his home, glaring at the teen he held the scalpel out in front of him. "Who are you?" He exclaimed, this made the girl glare suspiciously at him.

"I should be asking you that, who are you?" The brown haired girl glared back at the strange teenager holding a scalpel like a weapon. "Abigail what is going on?" Came a smooth Eastern European voice from behind the teens.

Y/N gasps at the voice and looks up behind the girl, the girl also turned around at the voice. "tėvas!" Exclaimed the teen throwing his arms around the tall frame of his Father.

Behind then Will and Abigail looked confused almost worried for the boy who had a death wish for touching Hannibal, but to their surprise the man wrapped his arms around the boy.

"tėvas aš namie, aš tavęs pasiilgau(4)" whispers the boy as he held onto the man tightly, he relaxes when he hears his dad mutter back in Lithuanian.

"Mano sūnau, tu grįžai namo, maloni staigmena, aš taip pat tavęs pasiilgau(5)" whispers the ash grey haired man, holding the teen tightly in his arms, after a few moments Will finally broke the awkward silence.

"Hannibal, who is he?" Askes the Agent a hint of jealously in his voice makes Abigail snort, this made Hannibal break the hug but kept his arm wrapped around the boys shoulder, he was a couple inches shorter than the older man.

Said boy looks at the man betrayal on his face. "tėvas! Have you not told then about me! I thought you loved me" complains the boy eyes pooling with tears.

Will and abigail watch Hannibal wearly, but his expression didn't change apart from him sighing softly and tapping the boys head the teen sticks his tongue out childishly.

"Oops" he says, will breathes a sigh of relief he was joking, the man blushes at his reaction to the boy saying he loved Hannibal.

"Will and Abigail this is Y/N, my son. Son this is Will Graham and Abigail Hobbs I apologise for the late introduction I was not expecting him for a few more days" Explains Hannibal eyeing his son out of the corner of his eye.

Abigails jaw drops while Will is silent. "What's! You have a Son!" Exclaims the girl making Y/N smile at her. "Yep nice to meet you tėvas has told me alot about you and his Dear Will" Says the teen cheekily.

He dodges the slap let his way by his father making Abigail laugh, Hannibal sighs at his son, over joyed to have him home finally.

Over dinner Y/N told Abigail and Will and bout himself and how he was studying in Paris in anatomy, like his father he loved sketching bodies and learning about the anatomy.

Y/N and Abigail became close, the teens loved to play pranks on the two men and secretly hint at them liking each other.

The end!

Hope you liked this oenshot I enjoyed writing it!

Requests are open!

Word count: 1264

Lithuanian translations

šūdas! (1) - Shit!

Aš namie Tėti(2) - I'm home Dad

tėvas(3) - Father

tėvas aš namie, aš tavęs pasiilgau(4) - Father I'm home I missed you

Mano sūnau, tu grįžai namo, maloni staigmena(5) -

My son, you have come home, a pleasant surprise

Mano sūnau, tu grįžai namo, maloni staigmena, aš taip pat tavęs pasiilgau(6) - My son, you are back home, nice surprise, I miss you too

[rose-lunaire]

May I ask for overall dating Bedelia headcannons? What is she like in the relationship etc. Thank you 🙏🏻😊

i have to say i was surprised to see how little content there is about her, really. so i’m very grateful for this ask, hope it’s what you were looking for, enjoy! i wanted to write about her from a broader perspective, so i hope you don’t mind i altered the ask a little bit

pairing: bedelia du maurier x gn!reader

warnings: mention of mental illness

bedelia du maurier sfw dating alphabet

a - asking out

as much as i believe in bedelia’s confidence, it was you who made the defining move. you met at a charity gala on a chilly evening in september. the first round of champagne has been distributed and bedelia found herself finished greeting all of her acquaintances, her gaze suddenly drawn to an unknown figure. pushed by an invisible force, nearly ran in your direction. “oh, i’m so sorry, i mistook you for one of my old friends!” it was a lame attempt in masking her excitement, but you just laughed and introduced yourself. as the evening passed you ended up gravitating towards each other multiple times. it was almost surreal, you gave in to the urge to finally ask her out

b - best friend

the connection between you is undeniable, it runs deeper than simple attraction. bedelia is an attentive listener and there was something about her that made you trust her completely. it’s your weekly ritual to dish out the juiciest gossip on saturday dinners. it’s always fun to make fun all your pretentious colleagues and drink good wine. there is always an atmosphere of warmth and trust when you hang out together. you don’t need anyone else in your life, because you just found true love in your soulmate’s embrace

c - cooking

i feel like she isn’t a fan of cooking. it feels mundane and messy for her. hates cleaning afterwards. she can make simple things or prepare a beautiful charcuterie board but that’s it. that’s not to say she doesn’t enjoy fancy food; you both will explore all restaurants in the neighbourhood, searching for the perfect place to relax after a long day of work. sometimes you’re both too tired to go out and end up snacking in the kitchen, laughing at bedelia’s attempts at cooking dinner. in the end it always tastes good because of how much fun you had preparing it (and thanks to your life-saving cooking skills)

d - date time!

at first you mingled at many social events, sometimes dancing under the scrutinising gazes of other guests. as your connection deepened, you opted for coziness of your houses. you lost track of passing days, the whole world seemingly disappearing for the time of your dates. bedelia doesn’t like planning many things ahead as her schedule changes frequently. quite early on you got the spare key to her home, hanging out anytime you got. the setting doesn’t have to be special for you two, the sheer company makes for unforgettable time

e - escapism, exploring the enchanted gardens

for bedelia, the only thing that can measure up to your beauty are flowers. on gloomy days you would visit local botanical gardens or orangeries. the humid air and heart-fluttering scent make of a unique atmosphere so unreal and mystical, you can forget all the mundane earthly worries. you dive into the feeling, savouring the serenity in your lover’s eyes: a sight so rare and precious to your heart

f - favourite part

her favourite part of you is your hands. the light squeezes and feather-like brushes of the knuckles, it grounds her and never fails to make her heart flutter. bedelia would trace your callouses, detailed lines on your palms searching for peace after a difficult day. loves the way your hands fit together. eager to adorn your hand with a promise ring

g - gifts

bedelia is a big spender and you can’t convince me otherwise. will buy you gifts any chance she gets, ranging from your favourite pastry on a sunday breakfast to a gold pendant she saw on a shopping spree. expect countless items related to your hobbies appearing on your shelf. it’s always something thoughtful and not over-the-top. you once scolded her careless shopping habits and now she’s bit better with limiting herself. but she just loves you so much, there’s no stopping bedelia from splurging on your birthday

h - holidays

i would say her favourite holiday is the summer vacation. she enjoys the warm evenings filled with mellow jazz and good rosé. it usually means less work and more time to spend with you. it’s the season for oversized sunglasses and strapless dresses. evening seem to stretch on forever, filled with your soft laughter and your cheeks flushed from the heat.

i - illness

gets sick easily, especially in autumn. with meeting a lot of people come consequences, but with years she got better with masking her own struggles to focus on helping the other person. if you notice her sneezing, she will dismiss it as dust allergy or something. bedelia enjoys being pampered as long as it doesn't get in the way of her work. pro tip: reschedule all her meetings before she has the chance to protest!

j - jealous, jealous girl! does she get jealous easily? how does she react to you being jealous?

she despises seeing you jealous. for her it’s a symptom of distrust, which she fears the most in a relationship. but sometimes it can’t be avoided: once a waiter slipped a note into her hand and bedelia made a show out of turning him down. she was shocked to see a shadow of a frown if your face. “what’s wrong, dear?”was her voice a little too loud, she wondered. “it was cruel. i wish people knew you’re mine and stop doing such things.” it was hard for the blonde to hide the smirk forming on her lips.

k - kisses

kisses with bedelia are short but sensual. they leave you wanting more and yearning for her touch. like everything with her, they’re playful yet almost dignified. the way she places her thumb under your eye, studying the depth of your orbs. how your hips touch as your bodies slowly melt into each other and the surrounding fade away. her breath is hungry, she’s feeding off your desperation. with nowhere to run, you’re savouring every second.

l - love language

words of affirmation are a must. as a psychiatrist she understands the importance of communication and wants you to know how much you mean to her. it’s just.. her emotions are so strong and bedelia wants you to know just how much you mean for her, her efforts seem a bit messy and the message doesn’t really get through. there’s just so much she wants to tell you on the daily basis.

m - mornings

hates to waste time in morning. not to say she’s an early bird, she hates the way her joints feel heavy and her gaze blurs at the bright sunlight. it’s like the nature is playing a joke on her clouded mind. her days are filled with rummaging through people’s darkest memories and pristine mornings seem like an ironic prelude. however, her attitude changed when you moved in with her. now the sharp rays are the signal to let go of your body, start of missing your warmth and calming scent. but seeing you rub your eyes sleepily makes bedelia forget all about it

n - nicknames

for you: duckling! there’s a cute story behind it. there was a cocktail party hannibal was hosting and you both couldn’t miss for the world. unfortunately you barely knew any guests and just followed bedelia anywhere she went. during the dinner you observed her manners intently, faithfully copying her every move. when came the time to chat with host, hannibal greeted you by saying “and who is the lovely duckling following you around, bedelia?”

for her: snowflake! cold and unique, bedelia is an unattainable treasure for most people. some tried holding her tightly, but it resulted in losing her momentarily. you were the one she graced with her beauty, the one who saw her true nature and didn’t try to melt her icy exterior. you loved all her sharp edges and intricate patterns

o - open book, how open is she about her past, her struggles?

to be honest she doesn’t like discussing her past. it’s complicated and painful so she doesn’t want to burden you with unnecessary knowledge. but if you as for something in a straightforward manner, she will probably confess what’s on her mind. just don’t press too hard as she feels more comfortable helping with your struggles. during some late-night talks like this she will also unveil a bit of her struggles, so listen carefully then and hug her tightly

p - pda (public display of affection)

melts every time you greet her with a kiss on the cheek. it’s subtle and cute, but during a dinner party it can reassure her deeply. sometimes she would squeeze your ring finger to catch your attention. no one needs big embraces or french kisses to see how madly in love and committed you are to each other. it’s the stolen moments by the bathroom giggling and staring contests across the ballroom. a smile so bright each moment your hands are intertwined. it doesn’t take a detective to tell how much in love you are

q - quiz time! how much does she know and remember about you?

queen of small gestures. once again, it’s her job to remember personal information and uses it to her advantage. that blue shirt you liked on instagram? she will paint the bedroom walls with this colour. in the early stages of your relationship she exhausted all sources to find more information about you. it’s gotten to the point when you want to tell her a story from your childhood and she just goes “oh, i remember that one” even though you don’t remember telling her about this detail

r - romance

she has a very alluring aura and in addition to that, bedelia has an immense knowledge about relationships. she has seen the most toxic unions as well as pure platonic couples through her career. she knows exactly what to not do, but barely what how she actually wants to treat you. she’s not big on over-the-top gestures and splurging on gifts. firm believer in quality time! she goes relatively fast in the relation, which doesn’t make her intentions less genuine. she would never admit that she fell for you at the first sight, but bedelia was sure the moment she saw you.

s - sense of security

constantly being around unstable individuals, hell, being held hostage as hannibal’s wife, i took a big toll on her well-being. when he’s in jail, it’s like something is missing. the lack of adrenaline felt foreign, so i feel like she would look for it in a relationship. borderline unhealthy attraction to scheming, games of cat and mouse. keeps life interesting until there is mutual trust within the relationship. keep each other on your toes while holding hands tightly.

t - temper

i would say she’s a stoic person, to the point it’s unsettling. when provoked, her rage manifest as an icy, calculated cruelty. she knows how to hurt a person on a spiritual level and they won’t notice until it hits them bad. bedelia is like a dormant volcano, full of mystery and unspoken wishes. the first time you’ve ever seen her angry was when hannibal escaped prison. the animalistic look in her eyes made you want to flee. moment like these, she’s like a venomous snake, quietly contemplating whether to spare her prey.

u - unwinding

i guess that she host her psychiatric sessions in her house, so the building has a strong stressful connotation. but it was like she haven’t noticed; always reading in her living room, excusing herself from other plans to stay at home and rest. you made it your point to change her habit. you started to plan dates outside, dragging bedelia to the lakeside and taking her on long walks to talk about her feelings. that’s also the reason you eat out so much. it’s become your tradition to go to the seaside once in a while

v - vanity, is she concerned about her looks? and what would people think?

she likes to look her best every day, reliable and charming attire is her signature. adores accessories and the days when her hair curl perfectly. her whole image is meticulously crafted during her years as a therapist. it makes her feel empowered during difficult moments. bedelia wants to look reliable and a little unattainable. the layers of silk make for an intricate armour and tease

w - warmth and wishes

“well, and what did you pray for?” she asked, ushering you to the side, a playful smile lingering on her lips. the birthday cake was long forgotten, but the sight of your hopeful eyes wouldn’t leave bedelia’s thoughts. you’re not supposed to share the wish with anyone, but this time you would make an exception. you look at girlfriend and confess with a hushed voice. “i asked that you would believe me.” her baffled expression begged for more. “it’s just… i love you so much and i can’t stand the way you dismiss my praises. the only thing i care about in this world is your happiness. so give it to me, it’s my birthday after all.” you chuckled, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. “then who am i to deny your wish, duckling?”

x - xtra, random headcanon for you!

has a collection of silk scarves, once someone told her they carry scent the best, so she can enjoy her favourite perfumes even more. also, bedelia likes to match the colours and patterns to how the scent makes her feel: musk fits embroidery, floral patterns with fresh aromas etc. she would gift you one for your anniversary, so you can have a part of her always with you. if there is a challenging day looming before her, she would take the scarf from you to feel your scent throughout the day.

y - yuck! absolute no-no in the relationship

incompetence and helplessness. she had enough of desperate individuals in her lifetime and craves for a partner, not another patient. someone to ground her, remind of what’s real, present. another big turn-off is a lot of secrets. as it may be thrilling to play games sometimes, she is not keen on uncertainty and insincere gestures. she’s sure about the relationship with you, so don’t make the mistake of doubting it.

z - zzz… sleeping habits!

as i mentioned previously, bedelia has a hard time falling asleep. sometimes it takes a chamomile tea before bed or a heart-to-heart at two am. she wouldn’t want to burden you with her struggles, but with time you’ve started to recognise her breathing patterns. after a while you just cuddle her and softly ask what’s bothering her so late at night. she never snores, but trashes a lot. needs something to hug, either your arm or her favourite pillow

[darling-i-read-it]

Hi there! Love your fics is it okay if I can request a headcanon that how would hannibal, Will Graham, and bedelia react to reader having like a bad day? And just needing their presence and comfort? If that's okay! And who would be most affectionate ? And fem reader if that's fine with you

Hi! I hope you like this, we love a good comfort troupe.

- will completely understands

- he has had his fair share of bad days and knows what it means to want to be comforted

- plus, you have to be the same one in the relationship or else you both go down like a sinking ship

- he will do anything you need but you should probably keep that in mind so you can keep him and his emotions in check

- if you want to be in silence that’s fine, if you want to be distracted thats fine too

- you can sit on his porch, his arms wrapped around you and listen to the weather for hours

- the dogs will come to help comfort you

- if you wanna be distracted he’ll cook with you, try and stay awake for a whole movie, read something, paint bad paintings

- all in all, he’s always supportive and will always try to be

- he just wants you to feel best

- Hannibal wants to know why you had a bad day

- if he can fix that by killing someone, don’t be surprised

- but you have to keep in mind that you’re basically dating a therapist

- if you don’t like him using classical therapist terms he’ll try and not but he’s a man stuck in habit sometimes

- but that also means he is incredibly easy to vent to

- he’ll cook you a great meal and even let you sit on the counter while he does it if you want

- he isn’t much of a cuddler unless you’re going to bed but he will hold you for a long time if you just wanna settle down

- he’s not as flexible as Will but he loves you very much and wants you to feel better

- yet another therapist

- Bedelia isn’t nearly as put together as Hannibal with her emotions but she will jump to help you if able

- she wants to ask you to know she’s there for you (even if it’s hard to understand)

- she’s a great listener

- she’ll get you take out from your favorite place and watch some trashy tv show with you while you try and laugh away the day

- usually she is a firm believer that a good nights sleep can help anything out but sometimes you just need to lay under a cozy blanket with her

- she’ll sit with you and just vibe as she reads a book if you please

- Bedelias love language is cute and odd sentences so she’ll throw some of those in

[multifandomfix]

Imagine Bedelia changing her look to go on the run with you.

You packed light. Time was of the essence after all, with Hannibal on your trail. You knew he wasn’t about to just let Bedelia slip from his grasp, and you’d be a target as well for being the one to take her with you. There’s no telling what would happen if he caught up to you.

“Bedelia, are you almost ready,” you shouted, face inches from the bathroom door as you cast a quick glance at your watch.

You jumped when the bathroom door opened not but a moment later. “God you scared me— wow. You look…”

“Is it awful,” Bedelia asked, suddenly insecure about her choice of outfit and having chopped her hair short.

“No. You look incredible. I didn’t even know you owned anything besides pencil skirts. The suit is…nice. Hot.”

Bedelia swatted your arm as you gazed at her all slack jawed. “Flirting can come later, when we’re in a different time zone. Let’s go.”

“Mmm, new look and a domme side. We should have gone on the run sooner,” you teased.

Bedelia rolled her eyes. “Enough,” she said, taking your hand and pulling you through the house and out the back door.

For @ghostsunderstoodmysoul

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[russian-soft-bitch]

Dr. Bedelia Du Maurier x reader

[istigatorawrites]

The first time you saw her was at Hopkins. She was the most intimidating woman you have ever met. Your hands were slightly shaking when you introduced yourself to her after her speech. Even though your first talk was pretty clumsy, because you were nervous as hell, you two quickly became really good friends

Your were hanging out together a lot, talking about absolutely everything and drinking wine. Sometimes you would end up too drunk to go home, so you had to stay the night, sleeping with her in her bed but nothing ever happened. You were pretty sure she was straight so you weren't even trying anything. You also didn't want to ruin your relationship, so you did your best to hide your little huge crush on her.

During one of your "ladies nights" Bedelia realized something. While you were laughing your ass off because of some stupid thing she said, she was simply watching you and smiling to herself. She has been attracted to you for a while now but never thought about it as a romantic thing. Until that day.

"Something wrong?" you asked when you stopped laughing and noticed, she was staring at you.

"You just have very beautiful smile" she said with a little smirk and you blushed immediately. "And also... I think I'm in love with you."

"Y-you what?" you almost chocked on your wine. "But I thought..."

"That I am straight?" she chuckled. "Never heard such a nonsense..."

sorry it took so long I hope you guys enjoy it

also happy #pride

[cece693]

Handcuffs (Hannibal Lecter x GN! Reader)

Just wanted a break from writing Percy Jackson fics, so here's something for my favorite slasher :)

Summary: You made Hannibal Lecter fall in love with you, however, that doesn't mean that your cannibal suddenly turns into a normal person. You can't declaw a predator, nor do you want to.

tags: possessive Hannibal, reader loves him, insecurity, handcuffs, no funny business though ☹️

Hannibal was a man of little emotions, his person suit knitted tightly to conceal the darkness he harbored within. But after he met you, that meticulous facade he had spent his entire life perfecting turned to nothing. He allowed you to see him—see past the elegant, cultured mask to the predator lurking beneath. You saw the monster Hannibal Lecter was, and loved him regardless. You didn’t flinch from the truths others would fear, didn’t shy away from the hunger in his eyes or the blood on his hands. You accepted him, wholly, and in that acceptance, Hannibal found a kind of vulnerability he had never allowed himself to feel.

So, to be frightened of losing that bond—over something as trivial as a fleeting conversation—was not irrational to him. You and he were bound together, sewn tightly by an unspoken understanding, an irrevocable trust. It was not love in the conventional sense; it was something deeper, darker, like two conjoined twins who could not survive a separation. You were his, and the very idea of another daring to encroach on what belonged to him was an affront Hannibal could not tolerate.

You lay on the bed, one wrist tethered to the headboard by a pair of handcuffs. The metal was cool and unyielding against your skin, biting just enough to remind you of your restraints without truly hurting. Hannibal stood beside you, his form still as he observed you with that unnerving intensity, his eyes reflecting the dim light like those of a wolf caught between the urge to protect its territory and to devour it whole.

There was no anger in his face, only a calm so controlled it bordered on unnerving. It was the kind of calm that came before a storm—before a decision was made, or a life was taken. You knew better than to argue. The situation was absurd in its own way, but also unmistakably Hannibal. This was his way of showing love, his twisted, possessive proof that he could not and would not risk losing you. After all, if he didn’t care, you would not be breathing right now.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” you said quietly, meeting his gaze with steady resolve. “You know that, Hannibal.”

He remained silent, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he watched you. Then he took a step closer, his fingers brushing over the curve of your cheek, trailing down to your jaw. The touch was gentle, but there was a possessiveness in the way his thumb grazed your skin.“The fault is not yours,” he conceded, his voice a low murmur. “But there are others—pigs—who think they can encroach upon what is mine.”

He moved his hand lower, letting his fingers curl around the cuff on your wrist. “I am not a man who shares,” he continued, his voice like dark velvet, smooth but edged with something dangerous. “Nor am I one who takes kindly to trespassers. You belong to me.”

“And I do,” you replied softly, letting the words fall between you like a vow. “You don’t have to worry. No one else even comes close.”

For a moment, Hannibal's expression softened, though only slightly. He leaned in, so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with something unmistakably him. “You speak as though you understand,” he whispered, his lips brushing lightly against your ear, “but humans are fickle creatures. Even the strongest bonds can unravel if pulled upon by the wrong hands.”

You tilted your head just enough for it to hover near his ear. A whisper, a vow. “Not ours. Not this.” You rattled the cuff slightly for emphasis, giving a faint smile. “You don’t need these, Hannibal. You know I’m not going anywhere.”

A shadow of something almost like doubt flickered in Hannibal's face, which you didn't catch. Hannibal was not a man who often second-guessed himself, but when it came to you, there was a vulnerability he despised, a quiet dread that perhaps, one day, he would wake to find you gone.

Instead of unlocking the cuff, Hannibal eased himself onto the bed beside you. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight as he slid close, his arm looping around your waist with a possessive grip that didn’t quite loosen. He pressed his chest against your side, his legs intertwining with yours as though to form a barrier, ensuring you could not slip away even if you wanted to.

You felt his breath stir the hairs on the back of your neck as he spoke, his voice low and almost tender. “It is not you I distrust,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple. “It is the world. The world is full of banal, foolish people who do not understand the bond we share. I will not allow anyone to fracture it.”

His hand moved up your back, his fingers splaying against your spine as though grounding himself in the reality of your presence. “You have spoiled me, my dear,” he continued, his tone dropping to a near whisper, “with your loyalty, with your love. And now, I am left with the knowledge that I could not bear to be without you.”

You nestled closer to him, feeling the tension gradually bleed from his form as he adjusted his hold around you. The handcuff remained fastened, but it felt less like a restraint now, more like a reminder of his claim on you. His thumb traced small circles over your skin, soothing in its rhythm.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said softly, your voice laced with affection. “You’re stuck with me, Hannibal. Whether you like it or not.”

He let out a low, almost inaudible chuckle, a rare sound that warmed your heart and made you fall more in love with this monster. “Indeed,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as though he could seal the promise into your skin. “And I would not have it any other way.”

As his breathing began to slow, the grip around your waist eased just enough to allow you to shift comfortably against him. But even in sleep, his arm remained draped over you, his fingers curling possessively into the fabric of your clothes. It was a silent promise, a wordless reminder that even in his most vulnerable moments, he would not let you go.

You listened to the rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat, steady and strong, a soothing lullaby that seemed almost out of place for a man who carried so much darkness inside him. But it was real—just like his love for you, just like the monster you had chosen to love in return.

As the darkness of the room wrapped around you both, you let your eyes close, feeling the weight of his possessiveness settle over you like a protective shroud. There was comfort in knowing that you belonged to him—and that he belonged to you in return, even if it was in the most unconventional, twisted way.