#dr lecter in the shower like

[flock-of-cassowaries]

He’s usually more of a Kesha girlie, so you know this is serious.

[cerise-angel]

Will graham x fem!reader

dont know if this is smut? pre smut? something like that. maybe ill do a part 2 if i ever stop being lazy (i wont)

Will is crowding your personal space since he got back from work. It bothers you, mostly because you, and apparently him, had a long fucking day outside the warm cabin, and you wish nothing more than a long hot shower and a comfortable bed. Will is tense and in a awful sarcastic mood, but he tries to fall back into your graces by following you around the house like one of the dogs. You are also tense and a little annoyed at his "pushing you away verbally but pulling you in physically" antics, plus the whole mess you had to deal at your job today. Will seems to enjoy annoying you when he's annoyed. It seems he actually craves the banter that it turns into a heated argument and ends up with you panting under him. Not that you don't enjoy it the same. Will has a need to prove himself right, and by needing to prove yourself right, you have the need to prove him wrong. You're not engaging in any bickering today though. You already had an exhausting day full of meetings and arguments at work and even though you do like to counter whatever comes out of his mouth just to spite him, you decide not to play games tonight. Plus, it's a very toxic behavior you both have, and you promised your therapist (not Dr. Lecter) that you would not indulge it.

Will is not very happy with your avoidance and blatant neglect of his sarcastic tone and words, he does like to hear you whine and argue back. He crowds you again, right as you leave the bathroom wrapped in a towel. You roll your eyes knowing exactly what he's about to quarrel about. Usually, you leave the door open and unlocked when showering, since he has the habit of jumping in or just chatting with you while you get clean. Today you did left the door unlocked, but closed. Semi-closed actually, you like some privacy while peeing, you assume the wind has closed it. It's not your fault really, and you shrug when he gives you those stormy eyes. Will frowns, his mouth opening to say something when you actually leave him in the corridor, walking straight into your shared bedroom and, purposefully, closing the door. Will rolls his eyes and sigh, deciding you're done for. Inside the room you can't help but let out a small laugh. Even though you said you weren't going to engage in any discussions just out of spite, you realize that ignoring him just out of spite its a better game. This one you intend to play, and you think you could win.

Will storms inside the room shortly after your realization, and you cover your mouth to hide a smile. The dogs tried to follow you both, but he effectively locked them out with a small "tsk" and hand gestures. You put your nightgown on, and there he is crowding your space again. Will is right behind you, you can feel him trough the sheer fabric and see him trough the vanity mirror. He wraps his arms around you closing and locking you against him. It's so sudden and tight you end up gasping. Will smirks while resting his head on top of yours, and you chastise yourself for giving him the upper hand. He ducks his head down, breathing in your scent, before placing his head on your neck, looking at your anxious face trough the mirror. You know he can feel you panting and the mocking smirk he gives you is more than confirmation. You avert your eyes from his and try to get out of his cage. He tsks at you the same way he does with the dogs and you stop. He scoffs "Good girl." You give him an annoyed look paired with a mouthed "fuck off". He plays an offended act, teeth nipping at your neck. Will smirks, knowing he's about to win whatever new game you made. It's not his fault you make it so easy, for him at least, to see right through you. "What are you playing tonight, hm?" He mutters while dragging his nose against your neck, and you push him away slightly. That does seems to fuel him. "Nothing. Don't wanna argue, that's all." You answer in half truth, trying to walk to bed. It's quite difficult, since Will still has you locked in his arms, but he follows your lead anyway.

He laughs at your poor excuse, and turn you to face him in his embrace. You have to control yourself to not let whatever lustful needing emotions are growing inside you, focusing only on winning your own game. Ignoring him. Will drop his arms from you and sit on the bed. Without any need of instruction you place yourself between his thighs, while his hands decide to slide up and sown at the side of yours. He looks up at you with mischief in those puppy eyes and a fake pout and you want to punch him. "You know I don't like being ignored." He says before resting his chin on your tummy, and the way he looks at you is enough to have you whining. Which you do, embarrassingly, earning yourself another wolfish grin. "Seems like you don't like it either." You huff, pulling away slightly, still trying to win. Will falls dramatically on the bed, his hands rubbing on his eyes and then tangling in his hair. You go around the bed, but he stops you the middle, a hand pulling you by the thigh to lay down on top of him. You straddle him, sitting up as he props himself in his elbows. "Quit playing." His tone is a little desperate which has you smirking. You shift on top of him purposefully. "I'm not playing." Will rolls his eyes and you can practically smell the annoyance growing on him. He sighs audibly before squishing your cheeks together with one hand, the other rests, respectfully, at the end of your spine. "Quit it." you look at him with what you hope is defiance and not utterly need. You realize it was the later one when he places his mouth on yours, again and again, until his hand releases your cheeks and you give him a sheepish smile. "So annoying." He mutters with nothing but honey on his tone, before dragging his mouth to worship the column of your neck and the plateau of your chest. You whine again and both his hands slide down your body, one squeezing your ass and while the other rest at the base of your neck, keeping your face tilted to expose it. Will looks up to you, his eyes still daring you to keep going. You shake your head, sighing in defeat. As the little motherfucker he is, Will smirks against the valley of your breasts. "Smart girl."

[butterbabyflapjack]

CROWN OF PIERCING BONE

Hannibal Lecter x fem!reader x Will Graham (18+)

You’re an FBI trainee with a spiraling empathy disorder, tasked with helping track a horrific serial killer who bow-hunts women dressed only in antler crowns. But Will Graham, the brooding professor who’s reluctantly agreed to mentor you, may actually be the very killer you and the FBI are looking for.

Meanwhile, you inexplicably don’t trust your psychiatrist, Dr. Lecter. He might be seducing and manipulating you, or maybe he just wants to pâté your liver.

Wherein....

• Will’s afraid to open up, but even more afraid of letting you go. That might not be a good thing.

• You maybe take a fire axe to Hannibal’s harpsichord in an uncontrolled fit of rage. And, no, he’s not exactly ~pleased~ about it.

• You thought you were sane, but now you’re part of Will and Hannibal’s murder family??

• Maybe taking psychedelics around Hannibal isn’t the best idea you’ve ever had. He's likely to take advantage.

• You might be dating a dissociative serial murderer? Fun~!

[ TAGS & WARNINGS ] dark!Will Graham, Will Graham fluff, M/M/F threesome, crime, psychological thriller, hallucinations, slow burn, canon typical violence, volatile feelings, angst, mental illness, unconventional love triangle, manipulation, gaslighting, porn with plot, porn with feelings, explicit sexual content, cannibalism, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, Hannibal playing god, deception, mystery, trauma, issues with guilt, culinary exploits of a sexual and murderous nature, hurt and comfort, lots of hurt and comfort, canon typical dark content, serial murder, investigation, therapy with Dr. Lecter, ethical dilemmas, neurodivergent characters, neurodivergent reader, conflicted reader, kidnapping, attempted kidnapping, criminal psychology, possible major character death, dreamscapes, erotomania, soft sex, rough sex, shower sex, hate sex, shoved against a bookshelf sex, trying desperately to be quiet so you don't get in trouble sex, mild knife play, fishing with Will, Hannibal adores dressing you up, dinner parties, aftercare, elements of revenge, horror, descriptions of violent and phantasmagorically grotesque crime scenes, sitophilia, encephalitis, threats of violence, consensual psychedelic drug use, covering up crime scenes, sleepwalking, memory loss, conflictions with reality, season 1 AU, domestic fluff, flirting, I might have daddy issues?, secret relationships, jealousy, darkfic with tooth-rotting fluff, Will Graham is a teddy bear (supposedly), if you thought things weren’t going to get fucked up I’m happy to disappoint you

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[ TAGLIST ] @y-o-u-n-g-g-o-d-s @vegasbud @angelmenace @mrsgrahamsdesign @jedinerd27 (full disclosure vegas, the slutty scene I spoiled doesn't happen for a while)

read on ao3 🤍

chapter one : STORMCLOUD EYES

chapter two : MIASMA

[mysteriouslysweetmagazine]

staying with Hannibal

Hannibal's POV

I woke up and saw that my Y/N is sleeping I stayed a little bit before showering after my shower I went back to the room she is still sleeping so I went to make breakfast for us I quietly closed the door and made sausage and eggs I heard the bath running. I set the table. Y/N came down with black pants, a long purple shirt, and slippers she sat next to me, kissed my cheek, and hugged me. "Good morning Y/N I hope you had a good sleep," I say to my love, wanting to kiss her and claim her as mine. "Good morning Hannibal, I slept well. How did you sleep?" says my Y/N, grabbing her fork. " I slept well my dear," I say smiling at the dream I had about my love, I dreamt that I was sitting on the couch with Y/N next to me she had a black see-through dress that showed her cleavage we were talking, and drinking wine when suddenly Y/N looks at me lustfully then comes closer to me sits on my lap and kisses me passionately her kisses were like a drug to me I grab her waist and slowly we lay down I can feel her body growing hot we stop kissing I look at her eyes I lower my lips down her neck leaving kisses all over her whole neck then I kiss her lips I want her so much I am still on top she starts moaning. "Hannibal, please make me yours," my love says, her voice filled with desire. I couldn't take it anymore I carry her to our room and I take off my clothes and I start taking off hers she's so beautiful I will make sure she's mine she will never leave me. I slowly enter my hard member inside of her, our bodies united as one. " Hey Hannibal," my love says, taking me out of my dream. I will make sure this dream comes true "Yes my dear," I say as my love stares at me. "It's nothing dear. I'll make us some coffee. Coffee is done, and then we start eating. After eating her phone rings, and she answers the call. "Hey F/N how are you," my love says smiling sweetly I feel jealousy and rage inside of me she can only smile at me I try to hide it and continued hearing the conversation while staying quiet and looking at my Y/N. "Hey bestie I'm good just wanted to let you know Zack and I will be moving to Las Vegas I hope you don't mind," F/N says I smile I will have Y/N all to myself. "What happened to stay with me at my house?" my love says, then looks at me and smiles sweetly. " I'm sorry Y/N but you have Dr. Lecter you can live with him, "says f/n as my love looks down shyly. "I don't want to trouble, Dr. Lecter with my problems even though we are starting to be friends he has patients too my problems aren't important, "my love says with a worried expression. " Dr. Lecter won't mind if you stay with him besides he's hot I bet you are attracted to him there might be more going on between you two maybe he's the one for you", F/N says convincing my love to stay with me. " Fine I will tell him later besides we are friends nothing wrong can happen between us he's my psychiatrist that is against the rules of doctor and patient relationship he could lose his job we can only be friends", my love says slightly blushing as she's putting a barrier between us. " Y/N you deserve to be happy live a little break the rules nothing is hot than having a forbidden relationship with a Doctor that is also you're friend", f/N says worried about her being lonely. " Alright bestie, but I get to visit you someday and have a girls' night out," my love says smiling after then they say their goodbyes and hung up. I give her the coffee and we finished breakfast together then we sit down on the couch having a conversation and drinking wine like my dream I look at her lustfully then Y/N comes closer to me and kisses me passionately I put her on my lap and we continue kissing her kisses drive me crazy I want her so I gently lay her down I get on top of her and kiss her neck leaving kisses all over her whole neck then I get down and I kiss her lips again she begins moaning. " Oh, Hannibal please make me yours," my love says lustfully I smirk seductively " I have been waiting for this moment for a while now my dear now you're mine," I say as I couldn't take it anymore.

Y/N's POV

Hannibal takes off my and his clothes, leaving us naked while Hannibal admires my body. " You're so beautiful my dear you will never leave me", Hannibal says as he enters his hard member inside of me I cry out in pain and pleasure I see his hair falling in front of his face as he continues thrusting in me he leans close and kisses me while our bodies become one he thrust harder into me and I moan loudly screaming his name. "HANNIBAL" "Y/N " then he cummed inside me I fell sleepy and fall asleep in Hannibal's arms.

Hannibal's POV

I finally have Y/N all to myself after I cummed inside my love she falls asleep in my arms I fall asleep too. I woke a couple of hours then looked at my angel sleeping fully naked I touched her and her skin was cold so I wrapped her with a blanket I don't want my love to catch a cold I want to protect her from anyone that harms her I want her to depend on me only taint her a bit so she becomes like me I grabbed my clothes and admire her a little while before making lunch after lunch is ready I go wake up my love to see she's awake and has clothes on but wears a sweater instead of the long purple shirt she looks a little flushed. " How was your nap my dear," I say with a worried tone of my voice I don't want her to get sick I had a wonderful time I carry her to the dining room table and we eat then we read and fall asleep forgetting that if she stays with me she has to sell her house.

[hughiecampbelle]

Coffin (Jack Crawford Drabble)

Character/s: Jack, Hannibal mention

Word Count: 935

A/N: I really had a hard time with this prompt, which is why it's a day late (among other reasons) and a teensy bit shorter than the rest of the fics. I am so very sorry my loves, I will get back on track! My favorite thing to write is a complicated, unhappy marriage and who else fits better than Jack Crawford lol. Kicking my feet and giggling at the idea of a marriage crumbling all bc of his stubbornness!!!! It's pouring out and my glasses come today (they're super cute!) and I just know it's gonna be a good day!!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! ❤❤❤❤

WRITING EVENT ❤️🔪🩸

Jack, please. . . But you can’t manage the rest of your sentence. What else can you beg for? What else can you plead for? Instead, you look to Dr. Lecter for help. His voice, gentle yet stern, explains your secrets, saying them out loud when you are unable to. Jack's eyes never leave you. His gaze fixated on your face, on the tears that slipped down your cheeks quietly. You can’t meet his eyes though, instead they are cast down at your lap, your fingers antsy, peeling back at hangnails until blood beads from the wound. You stick it in your mouth, not wanting to stain your clothes, tasting metal. Hannibal keeps going on, breaking the news without sterility. You never wanted the truth to come out, not like this. You wanted to keep going with your life, your marriage, even as it began to rot. You wanted to die with Jack as your husband, your love, not as a stranger. You had months left, six if you were lucky, though you weren’t holding out hope. Your life hasn’t been full of luck. There wasn’t an abundance of it. Jack's deep, low voice interrupts him. Why wouldn’t you tell me?

Something sleeps between you in bed. Not a child like you’d always hoped. A family of three, your perfect baby. No, you can’t have that. You never will. Everything you’ve never said drives a division in your marriage. A gaping hole in the mattress, an incision cut down the middle. Desperate, he reaches out, but you cannot reciprocate. You can’t crawl into his embrace and ask for forgiveness. Not tonight, at least. You move farther away from him, to your side, and he understands. He followed you to that office. He sat outside, in the waiting room, and listened through the door. When your time was up, when you thanked Dr. Lecter for his help, you ran into your husband. Physically walking into him. Even before you knew who it was, you smelled him. His cologne. The same on you agonized over, wanting to get the perfect one for his birthday, something you’d both enjoy. That’s what your life used to be: picking out perfumes. Worrying how long it would last, if he’d like it as much as he did, if he would even wear it. Life was easy. You had plenty of time back then. Time to waste, to throw away. How silly it all was. 

You pretend to be asleep when his alarm goes off. He showers, dressing quickly, but when you expect him to walk out the room, he sits instead at the edge of the bed. I’m sorry y/n. I’m so sorry. You don’t move, don’t flinch, keep your eyes closed. We’ll figure this out together. His voice travels. The door creaks. I love you, he admits, before closing it. That was it, though. He couldn’t face you. He couldn’t look at you and proclaim his feelings, his thoughts and emotions. He had to do it in secret, when he believed you couldn’t hear him. Only anger, disbelief, sadness – those are what he could share, show, perform. He was only capable of being gentle when you weren’t aware. You didn’t want this. You never wanted him to find out. Let him live in ignorance, in bliss. Instead, he searched for answers when he shouldn’t have and now the both of you were hurting. 

He is married to his job. The gore, the carnage, the misery it causes others lulls him to sleep each night. Your marriage was barely breathing. Its coffin was picked out, anticipating the end. It wasn’t your impending death that would call it quits. It’s been decrepit for a long time now. Muscle withering, bones growing soft, skin wrinkling and spotting. Aging is a privilege, but not when it comes to love. You are the mistress, the person he cheats with, a self-indulgence he cannot give up. Chocolate on a cheat day. His career, his peers and students, those are who he vowed himself to. If he does change, if he does try to make you his top priority, it’s not because he’s realized his faults. It’s not because wants to love you the way he used to, the way you deserve. It’s because he knows you have so little time left. Death, mortality, was the only reason he was putting in the effort. How sad is that? 

Why wouldn’t you tell me? He repeats, and you cannot keep biting your tongue. Your eyes meet his and your words come out harsh, cruel. I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t want you to mourn me while I’m still alive. He looks as if you’d slapped him, his cheek stinging. The drive home is long, an impending doom settling into your chest. You saw it in his expression, the gears of his mind turning. He wants to repent for his sins. Apologize and move on. You refused. Now you lay in the bed, the bed you shared with him. You smelled his cologne, the one you’d picked out and wrapped, placing a bow on top. You listened to him walk down the stairs. Heard his keys in his hand and, eventually, the front door closed. You weren’t concerned with how many mornings you had like this. How many more dinners you’d share, books you’d read, nights you’d spend wanting to be held by anyone else but him. Instead, you thought of the time after you’re gone. Jack alone, throwing himself into his career, explosive with anger hurting everyone in his path. You’re always getting ahead of yourself Jack. . .

[batmancomicanalysis]

Saw: the underlying racial themes

The villain protagonist John (archetypal everyman European name, John Q. Public, like fellow reactionary European moralist "John Doe" from Se7en) Kramer/Jigsaw: a charismatic cult leader, highly intelligent, bitterly resentful, morally self-righteous, reactionary, control freak, skinhead (in Saw 1), social Darwinist/eugenicist and hypocritical sadistic psychopath of German ethnic origin.

The villain protagonist in the second half of the Saw series (2007-2010) is detective turned sociopathic Jigsaw apprentice Mark Hoffman, another ethnic German.

The ageing Kramer is diagnosed with the Walter White/Walt Kowalski special: terminal cancer (a metaphor for "inevitable racial decline and death") and proceeds to lash out by going on a pronged killing spree (commit genocide), with a bathroom (traditionally a place of cleansing, "shower" parallels, but also a place of filth and waste removal) being the series' central location (incidentally, the central location of Saw 2 is the "nerve gas house").

The five most prominent ethnic European characters in Saw 1 are supposed archetypes of "white America's" corruption. They are morally compromised at best, evil at worst and evil more often than not:

Kramer (the Jigsaw killer)

Dr. Gordon (arrogant, largely absent and emotionally unavailable as a husband and father, correspondingly fails to protect his family from Jigsaw/Zep, meets an East Asian student doctor in a hotel room for an affair, future Jigsaw apprentice with shades of Dr. Mengele)

Adam (vulgar dirtbag freelance photographer, "voyeur", dies in the bathroom)

Amanda (heroin addict, cutter, explicit Stockholm syndrome, future Jigsaw apprentice and surrogate daughter)

Zep (subservient and downtrodden hospital orderly, deranged psychopath, dies in the bathroom)

Notably, Kramer never recruits a non-European apprentice. He and his apprentices intimidate their victims with a grotesque white doll and dress up in (decidedly non-kosher) pig costumes when kidnapping them; a nod to their shared colour, animalistic brutality and moral corruption.

By radical contrast, the multiracial and sex egalitarian police are framed as America's heroes in opposition to patriarchal ethnic European moral degeneracy and evil; the three most prominent in Saw 1 being detective Tapp (African, obsessively devoted to bringing Jigsaw down, self-sacrificial, saves Dr. Gordon’s all-American family from Zep, played by Danny Glover of Lethal Weapon and Predator 2 hero cop fame), detective Sing (Chinese) and detective Kerry (tough, no-nonsense, "the voice of reason", played by a Jewish woman).

More policemen are added in the 2nd film to replace Jigsaw victims Tapp and Sing: officer Rigg (African, idealistic hero cop) and detective Matthews (European, bad father, adulterer, pig cop, the first unambiguously European-American cop and the first seriously corrupt cop). The second major European male cop we're introduced to is the aforementioned detective Hoffman in Saw 3.

In this regard and others, Saw is similar to "Nazi exploitation films" like Eli Roth's Hostel and The Human Centipede.

Saw also shares strong thematic parallels with Breaking Bad, a subtle example of this being that Art Blank and Declan (minor characters and business partners of Jigsaw and Heisenberg respectively) are played by the same actor. The casting process in these productions is meticulous: did they HAVE to cast Louis Ferreira in that seemingly insignificant but identical role? It's there to make the connection subconsciously: Jigsaw and Heisenberg represent the same archetypes ("the regular white man", "the evil white man", "Hitler", "Satan"), as do Jigsaw and fellow European intellectual social Darwinist psychopath Hannibal Lecter (which the final scene in Saw 1 makes clear, evoking a direct parallel with Hannibal's false-face removal in The Silence of the Lambs). Jigsaw is part of a vast post-war genealogy of authoritarian European villains.

Let's say John Kramer had instead been named John Finkelstein or John Goldberg. Would that fact have been seen as unremarkable by Western critics? Would the film have ever been distributed by a "big six" Hollywood studio? If it had been made it would have been labelled "anti-Jewish hate propaganda", with potentially significant career and social repercussions for those involved in its production. By contrast, Hollywood is more than happy to give the green light to the production and distribution of ethnocidal anti-European hate propaganda.

Saw is fundamentally a roman à clef of WW2 with Jigsaw as Hitler, his cult as the Nazi party and his campaign of torture-murder as the holocaust.

[louisfriend-ironsulfide]

heyy not sure if you are still taking requests but do you think you could write a fic where Clarice sees Hannibal asleep for the first time? thank youu

Hey, I know it’s been a while since this was sent, sorry anon! I haven’t been taking requests for a while, mainly because I’m very busy and also because I’m deep in writers block, but this was a super cute request and I couldn’t help myself. I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind, but hope you like it regardless! The writing is the under the cut :)

(Word count: 1044)

Clarice Starling wasn’t sure what had woken her. One moment she was asleep, and the next she was not. When she blinked her eyes open, a little disoriented and sluggish, she saw no light fighting past the heavy curtains drawn across the large window on the far side of the room. She guessed that it was early morning, perhaps four or five. The day was long yet to start… so why was she awake?

She wiped her eyes, yawned, stretched, and then sat up.

She glanced down to the side. Hannibal Lecter was lying on his back with one hand curled atop his chest and the other extended across her pillow. Starling startled a little; not out of fear or surprise, but rather because she only then realised that she had never seen him asleep before.

Though it had been nearly two months since they had disregarded the use of separate bedrooms, now regularly sleeping together in both senses of the word, Starling realised that she had yet to wake before him. It was Dr Lecter who rose first every morning, without exception. Although they were still figuring out how to navigate their strange, newfound companionship, there was one thing that had been established from the second he’d brought her back to that rented home on the Chesapeake: a sense of routine. Routine had been essential to her healing in those early days, and the importance of routine in their lives had not been lost now that things were moving forward.

Their new routine followed as such; Dr Lecter would wake every morning at half past six to begin cooking breakfast and, at the same time, would begin setting the table and lighting the fires. Then he would shower and return to her in the bedroom, crawling beneath the covers to coax her into consciousness with either passive or pleasurable touches, depending on their mood.

It was because of his consistent modus operandi that Starling almost didn’t recognise Dr Lecter for a second. He looked very different in sleep, she discovered. She guessed it was because he spent his waking hours exercising such meticulous control over every muscle in his face, and therefore seeing him completely lax and at peace was quite disarming; like seeing an exotic, wild animal tranquilised and laid out.

Starling recalled what he had said to her, not too long ago, about how he found it pleasant to watch her sleep. In that moment she understood why.

We are different people when we sleep; every day we wear our anxieties and experiences on our faces like makeup and, when we sleep, we lose all of that cover and adornment. It was a rare and novel experience, to see Hannibal Lecter unfettered.

Starling delighted in the opportunity to just watch him. He was forever hyper-aware of his surroundings when he was awake, and so it wasn’t often that Starling was able to stare unabashedly without him knowing. Sometimes she would find herself looking at him during mealtimes or in those close, quiet moments after intimacy, and he would always smile knowingly or make some light-hearted teasing comment about her appreciation of him, and she wouldn’t be able to continue her observation without some embarrassment. She could, now.

His noble face was beset with lines around his eyes and mouth - a sign of his age and many experiences - but these lines were softer and shallower now that he was relaxed. All of his features were, in fact. His bowed lips were loose and slightly open. His oddly exotic, piercing eyes were hidden beneath his eyelids. His arched nose and hard profile seemed less severe in the darkness of the room. His dexterous, strong hands were curled and still. He didn’t snore, either; the barely discernible rising of his chest was the only sign he was even alive.

Starling had the sudden urge to touch him; maybe touch his face or his neck and check if he felt different as well as looked different. Was his cool, pale skin warmer in sleep? Were his tensed muscles more pliant?

He himself often chose to touch her, purely out of whimsy and just because he could. Maybe that was where her sudden urge came from? When he wished to wake her each morning, he would touch her face and body gently, and thus the pressure and warmth of his hands and fingers had consistently become the first sensation she felt every day. She wanted to give that pleasure to him, for once, but then she remembered the ridiculously early hour, and also the fact that if he were to wake then, with her hands on him and her above him, it was unlikely that they’d get any more sleep. It wouldn’t do for them to ruin the carefully kept routine they’d fallen into. Not yet.

Starling breathed deeply, banishing such thoughts, and then she ruefully turned her attention away from him and instead to the heaviness of her eyelids and the fuzziness in her head. She then also became aware of how cold her shoulders had grown since she’d sat up; it was early February and it got frigid at night in the big, old house. Dr Lecter’s arm was still outstretched over the thick pillow behind her and she acknowledged that it looked terribly warm and inviting.

Starling allowed herself one last little stretch, and one last momentary oggle, before scooting gently back down, tucking herself back into the nook where she’d lain before she’d woken. She cocooned back into the newfound safety of his embrace, and began to warm the second she pulled the duvet back over the pair of them.

The movement seemed to cause Dr Lecter to stir a little, but only enough that he shifted and exhaled, and thankfully did not wake. Once comfortable, Starling tilted her head up and decided that she would watch him for as long as she could keep her eyes open and, though the urge to take advantage of this rare opportunity was tempting, she decided she wouldn’t fight sleep…

…Because what a privilege it was, to know that he would be waking her up in just a few hours with soft touches and the promise of good, home-cooked food.

She couldn’t deny herself that.

[cru04]

the Perfect Patient

Crucible Moray stands outside of her psychiatrist’s office, dressed in a simple black skirt, a tailored grey button down and black scalloped leather heeled sandals wearing a perfectly lip glossed smile to match her neatly curled raven black waves. She sits daintily in one of the chairs in the waiting room and waits for Dr. Lecter to call her back to discuss the happenings of her week.

"Follow me, Miss Moray," Hannibal invites, politely and with a charming smile as he opens a double-door to his office to let her in before him and closes the doors on his way in. Dr. Hannibal Lecter's office is opulent, yet sophisticated in its decorations with the rich, deep dark wood and leather furniture. A large oak desk sits in the center and several leather armchairs and couches that are in inviting positioning.

She dutifully obeys, following him, a deluge of confessions escaping Crucible’s mouth before she even sits down for her appointment.

“My week was… *okay*,” she lies, worried he’ll catch on to what her week has really been like before she even says anything.

That was how Crucible Moray was wired. She rarely got in trouble, hardly ever misbehaved, and she didn’t like disappointing others—especially her mother. Her father had passed away when she was barely eleven, and that was how Crucible tried, in her own way, to help the grieving widow.

She did everything in her power to be a sweet, obedient girl, sending her perfectionist tendencies and her anxieties into overdrive. That was how Crucible Moray grieved the loss of her father.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter is listening intently to her every word, his hazel eyes shining like diamonds as he gives her his full concentrated stare as he sits down on his chair, leaning into the desk with his hands in front himself.

"What do you mean by your week was 'okay'? Tell me about it."

“Well…” Crucible starts, and finally confesses, “I forgot to journal like you’d asked last week, and I barely had time to shower, had to schedule classes for next semester—and had three panic attacks, called my Mom crying once…” she blurts, revealing the whole truth now, with very little prodding.

Hannibal's head tilts slightly in an intrigued manner. "You didn't journal like I asked?" he repeats, his eyes focused on her as though every syllable she utters is the most brilliant thing that's ever exited a person's mouth. "You're forgetting to adhere strictly to our treatment plan."

“But—but—“ Crucible protests. “I got an A on my Anatomy exam, finished a Public Health Paper, and finally memorized that sonata I’ve been working on…” she says, as if her accomplishments will make up for what she’s neglected.

"Yes, yes," he says, dismissing her accomplishments with a small wave of his hand. "It is admirable that you are doing well in school," he explains. "But you've failed to abide by our treatment plan by not journaling as you've been asked to."

“Right,” Crucible agrees, as she starts squirm a little in her seat—the doctor’s tall, handsome, imposing frame making her a little nervous. “I—I’m sorry,” she blushes, wondering what will happen next.

She liked Dr. Hannibal Lecter—liked and respected him, and thus, she craved his approval like a drug and did not like disappointing him.

Crucible curled her plump, glossed, red lips up into a pretty little pout, twirling a curl around her finger in a nervous tic, her hair still holding in some dampness of the rainy Baltimore spring.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter takes note of the way she squirms in her seat, the way she makes it obvious that she's nervous in his presence, how she wants to impress him. Her hair still retaining the moisture of the rainfall is what he picks up on, and he can't help but feel the urge to run his fingers through the ends.

Hannibal watches her pout curiously, and in the background, he crosses and uncrosses his leg. "Apologies aren't enough."

Crucible starts to stir even more as she struggles to stay seated on the leather lounge across from the good doctor. “I—“ she starts, indeed afraid to be alone with her thoughts. “I started to…” she says. “I started to journal a lot of times,” she confesses. “But then I forgot that I needed to eat lunch, and had a meeting with my advisor to schedule classes for next semester, and my hands started shaking, and…”

Crucible cannot stand it any longer, as she rises from her seat, her dainty hands clenching and unclenching into fists, as if she wants to crawl out of her own skin. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and her legs seem to have a mind of their own, as she begins to pace about the room, her boots leaving ghosts of the Baltimore spring in her anxious wake.

Hannibal cannot take his eyes off her, the way she keeps fidgeting and pacing in little circles around his office, how she's almost restless as if it were all or nothing for her.

He can't help but notice how her hips sway in that skirt she's wearing, how her legs never stop moving, those lips of hers almost pouting and frowning in that perfectly pretty face of hers -- her curls curling and bouncing in the air as she walks and paces.

Her hands that curl into fists, unclench, and curl again.

Hannibal watches her intently...

"Crucible..." Hannibal says softly, his voice soft and seductive, as he observes and takes in her movements and her behavior. "Come here for a second," he finally says.

[slashyrogue]

AU-gust 2023 Day 7: Boarding School

Someone was leaving cookies in Will’s rooms, and it was starting to get out of hand.

The groundskeeper’s quarters were supposed to be off limits, according to what he’d been told when he was hired nearly two years ago, and despite how quickly he’d been accepted by the students he still felt like an outsider with the rest of the staff. He was lesser than in their eyes and he knew it, their obvious glares as he passed making him feel uncomfortable as he ran the mower or even trimmed hedges.

It wasn’t like he talked to them much, or even at all, but all the teachers seemed to think he wasn’t welcome.

Well, at least, everyone but Dr. Lecter.

Dr. Lecter always had a smile for Will every time he saw him, often complimented his work even, and once or twice would offer tips he’d seen online that helped Will out greatly. His time at Wolf Trap Hall would’ve been hell without him, truth be told, and Will considered the Psychology professor maybe not a friend but friendly.

Will frowned as he picked up the wrapped cookie in his hands and read the note attached to the sweet treat.

Just the sight of you gives my very essence nourishment.

He blushed, opening the cookie, and took a bite. The sweet chocolate hit his tongue and he moaned at the taste.

It was amazing, like the first five had been, and though he’d enjoyed the last five days he felt tears come to his eyes.

What if this was some sort of prank?

The kids were no doubt getting antsy, nearing the end of the year, and soon they'd be home for the summer like everyone else. Will stayed here all year round, caretaker as well as groundskeeper even in the off months, but the thought of this being some sort of joke made him want to throw up.

He coughed and threw the cookie down onto his bed, and folded the note to put it with the others in his bedside drawer.

Will sighed as he closed it, and put the cookie back in its mylar bag that he tied before he headed outside.

The sun was getting hotter, and he undid his uniform just a little as sweat dripped down his neck.

He sighed, taking out his handkerchief, and was about to head for the shed when a familiar voice made him freeze.

“Do they not ask the help to shower?”

Continued at:

AU-gust 2023 Challenge - Chapter 7: Boarding School

[honor-every-part-of-you]

Hannibal S1E4 Timestamp List

And we’re back in the saddle!

0:00 opening credits 0:21 cut to black 0:22 Recap 0:52 cut to black 0:53 text on screen: Baltimore, Maryland 0:56 Exterior of H's house 0:59 W and H in H's chairs in profile H leaning forward W talking about walking at night and looking back at his house in the night 1:09 Exterior of W house lit up in the distance at night 1:16 Medcloseup on Will - I't really the only time I feel safe 1:21 H leans forward in profile - you stood in the breathing silence of GJH's home 1:27 W listening in profile - H - the very spaces he moved through 1:30 mecdloseup on H in quarter profile - tell me will did they speak to you? 1:33 silent flashback to w entering hobbs's kitchen 1:36 W very intense - with noise and clarity 1:40 H still staring intently - you could sense his madness like a bloodhound 1:44 W - I tried so hard to know GJH 1:47 flashback to GJH with knife to Abi's throat 1:50 W - to see him 1:52 flashback to W shouting - GJH, FBI! 1:54 W remembering unhappily 1:55 flashback of GJH slitting Abi's throat 1:56 flashback of GJH stumbling backwards as he's being shot 1:57 flashback of W continuing to fire at GJH 1:58 W past the signs and vials 2:03 flashback of w putting pressure on Abi's wound - beyond the lines on the police report 2:05 the pixels on those 2:07 flashback of W putting pressure on abi's wound 2:09 w - printed faces of sad dead girls 2:13 flashback of terrified w looking over to see GJH in the corner looking back 2:17 flashback of bloodspattered w looking toward GJH 2:18 w subtley shaking his head 2:21 H staring at w - how did you feel seeing melissa impaled in his antler room (is he hoping for w to admit to the same level of congruence?) 2:26 w staring at h in a daze 2:27 flashback to ms hanging from the antlers 2:29 w blinks out of the daze - (quietly) guilty 2:35 H - because you couldn't save her? 2:37 w - because I felt like I killed her 2:40 flashback to W examining marissa 2:42 closeup on w examining marissa 2:43 wideshot of w and h facing each other, w leans forward in emphasis 2:43 w - I got so close to him, sometimes it felt like we were doing the same things 2:54 h listening to w talk about feeling synced with GJH 2:56 W - showering or sleeping at the same time 2:59 H - even after he was dead? 3:00 closeup on W considering the question 3:02 flashback to GJH dead in the corner of the kitchen 3:04 W nods and confirms 3:06 H - like you were becoming him? 3:10 W remembers his nightmare of killing Abi 3:12 closeup of W killing Abi, while insisting he knows who he is 3:14 W - I'm not GJH, Dr Lecter (oh Will, you weren't empathizing with GJH, you were empathizing with Marissa's killer) 3:16 closeup on H considering W's statement 3:19 Opening Credits 3:39 Cut to black 3:40 closeup of maggots on moldy food 3:44 medcloseup of maggots on moldy food 3:46 closeup of bloodspattered family portrait 3:48 blood on individual family pictures 3:50 medshot of corpses at moldy dinner table 3:56 zoom in on closeup of W looking into camera, half light half dark on his face, shift into warm colors of pendulum time 4:05 cut to black 4:06 pendulum swinging over black background 4:08 wideshot of pendulum reversing flies on moldy food 4:11 pedulum reversing flies, then mold on Christmas Ham 4:15 zoom out from closeup on W now in pendulum time 4:19 blood on Christmas table reversing 4:23 zoom out on W continues to medwide shot 4:24 reverse bloodspatter on individual portraits 4:26 reverse bloodspatter on group family portrait 4:28 medcloseup blood fully reverses on mother, she begins to sit up 4:31 Entire family sits up from the positions where they died 4:32 closeup on Christmas ham 4:34 zoom out from closeup on W as he begins to narrarate the murder scene, finish on wide shot of entire family at table 5:02 W points to little girl and tells her to eat her "growing foods" 5:06 little girl immediately eats forkful of broccoli 5:10 zoom back in on W as he cont to narrarate with smug/stern expression 5:35 closeup on W as camera flashes 5:35 camera flash on W's face 5:36 closeup on W's eyes as camera flashes 5:36 camera flash on W's eyes 5:37 extreme closeup on W's eye with camera flash 5:40 closeup on W staring 5:42 wideshot on W and mother sitting at the table with the rest of the family slumped over dead 5:47 W turns from table to mother 5:50 mother looks sadly at W 5:53 W looks regretfully at mother, aims a gun at her 5:59 W pulls trigger 5:59 W shoots mother 5:59 mother is shot in the forehead 6:01 blood spatter from mother on group family portrait 6:02 blood spatter on individual portraits 6:03 mother falls forward onto table while W continues sorrowful thousand yard stare 6:05 Jack watches W as he mentally recreates the scene, then interrupts to ask what W sees 6:18 medcloseup on J - Who's family values? 6:23 J watches W - no answer 6:26 H's bentley driving along a country road 6:32 H drives up to W's house 6:40 H exits car, framed by W's porch 6:48 W's dogs look up toward fron of the house 6:49 H looks in through windows to see W's dogs waiting at the door 6:52 H walks up to W's door and pulls a chain of sausages out of a paper bag 7:03 H enters W's house, holds sausage out to dogs 7:14 med shot on dogs catching sausage bites 7:17 med shot on H begining to walk between the dogs 7:18 H walks across the room to W's piano and tries a note 7:34 medcloseup on H standing up from W's piano and looking down toward the dogs 7:37 medwideshot on H in front of W's fireplace and bookshelves, turning and considering the room 7:41 closeup on a boat motor on a stand 7:43 H pulls open a drawer to reveal undershirts and socks 7:47 medwideshot of H closing the drawer and continuing to look around 7:52 H approaches W's fly tying station and leans down to look through the magnifying glass 7:56 closeup of H's eye through the magnifying glass 7:58 H sits down at W's fly tying station 8:00 H moves the magnifying glass away from the fly in progress 8:03 wideshot of H in profile sitting at the fly tying station and petting one of the dogs 8:05 closeup of H considering the fly tying equipment 8:07 H pulls a feather out of a tray 8:09 closeup of H positioning the feather onto the fly in progress 8:10 H winding a thread around the addition to the fly in progress 8:12 closeup of H's hands adjusting the fly in progress 8:15 closeup of H winding the thread around the fly in progress 8:17 medshot of H continuing to wind the thread 8:18 closeup of the thread being wrapped the last time 8:20 closeup of H looking closely at the fly in progress 8:21 closeup of the fly being tied off 8:23 H sets down the tool while holding the thread on the fly in progress 8:25 closeup on the thread being snipped off the completed fly 8:28 medshot of H stroking the completed fly 8:29 closeup on H stroking the completed fly and removing it from the tying station 8:31 medshot on H removing the completed fly from the tying station 8:32 closeup on H pressing the hook of the completed fly into his thumb until it bleeds 8:38 closeup on the fly being lowered to reveal the bead of blood on H's thumb 8:40 closeup on H putting his thumb to his mouth to suck off the blood 8:47 bloodspattered group family portrait from the opposite angle as before 8:50 camera flash on the blood spattered group family portrait 8:50 medshot of W in profile listening to J describe the family while CSI takes pictures 8:53 J walks along table describing the family 8:56 medshot on W off center pointing out that one of the children is missing from the tabeau 8:58 J continues walking while looking at notes to confirm missing child 9:00 gloved hand picking up blood spattered picture of young boy 9:03 W looking down in classical painting pose looking down toward picture while cameras flash 9:05 00:09:05:11 9:05 camera flashes as W looks at child's portrait 9:05 medshot on J - possible runaway probable abduction 9:08 medshot on W - or both 9:08 camera flash on W saying Or Both 9:09 J - when misery rains, it pours 9:11 camera flash on J - when misery rains it pours 9:11 closeup of blood spattered picture of family's children including missing boy 9:13 W looking down on pictures, saying they depict layers of lies 9:16 camera flash on W looking down at children's pictures 9:18 J listening to W looking uncomfortable (I should start numbering that description 9:20 J crouches to take a picture - Norman Rockwell with a bullet 9:22 first camera flash as Jimmy says Norman Rockwell with a bullet 9:22 second camera flash as Jimmy says Norman Rockwell with a bullet 9:25 B - no broken windows or torn screens 9:27 camera flash on B - no broken windows 9:27 wideshot of J listening to B, gestures - they probably rang the front door 9:30 first camera flash on J looking toward front door 9:30 second camera flash on J looking toward front door 9:30 B looking to side - bullet holes 9:31 wideshot of whole team around the table as B points out bullet holes 9:33 camera flash on wideshot of team around the table 9:33 second flash on wideshot of team around the table 9:34 W still in rennascence martyr pose, looks back at table of portraits 9:37 closeup of bloodspattered picture of mother kissing the missing boy holding a stuffed octopus 9:40 medcloseup on W as he looks down at picture 9:43 wideshot on team standing around table as Z describes evidence 9:46 wideshot on Z describing low angle of shot as J looks closely at the table 9:48 medcloseup of W turning to side - when did jessie go missing? 9:50 J stands up - a little over a year ago 9:53 meshot of W nodding and turning back to pictures 9:55 closeup on mother kissing missing boy picture again 9:58 W back in martyr pose looking thoughtful 9:59 exterior of abi's psych facility 10:04 mirrored shot of Abi running her hand over her scar then covering it with a scarf 10:18 extreme wide shot of Abi and Alana walking through outdoor corridor 10:21 Alana walking next to Abi - sharing will help normalize 10:24 Abi looking skeptically at Alana - I'm not normal, not anymore 10:30 landscape shot of other patients at the facility with a and abi walking in background 10:37 A and Abi walking - trauma can arrest vocal development 10:44 medwideshot of A and A from front - victims can broadcast victimhood / not me / that's not necessarily true 10:52 Abi looks irritated and curious at Alana 10:53 Alana to Abi - your victimhood has a high profile 10:55 Abi - a celebrity victim, somone asked if I kept my stained clothes 11:02 Alana - how did that make you feel? 11:04 Abi - like I want to go home, but I don't have a home anymore 11:10 Alana - you will, I'll help you find it 11:14 Abi looks skeptical 11:16 Alana - give the support group another chance 11:20 Abi, angry - support groups are sucking the life out of me 11:21 Alana - isolation can suck just as much 11:25 Abi looks stubborn 11:28 Alana - you have to find someone to relate to in this experience 11:32 medwide shot across H's desk, H looks up at knock on the door 11:36 H opens office door 11:38 Alana gives H chirpy Hi 11:39 H looks stern - do you have an appointment? 11:40 Alana - do you have a beer? 11:43 H's stern expression cracks, smiles, moves aside to invite Alana in 11:44 Alana smiles and accepts invitation 11:45 Alana walks by H, H closes the door, they're comfortable with close proximity 11:49 wideshot of H bringing drinks to sit next to Alana on settee, A thinks Abi might have low-grade depression 11:56 H and A toast their drinks 12:09 H watches A drink his beer and smirks (you little shit) - she? 12:12 Alana to H - nothing wrong with a little self-medication, right doctor? 12:16 H toasts the statement and drinks as A takes in a deep breath 12:20 camera begins to circle around the settee as they discuss keeping abi in the facility 12:25 camera cont to circle as H suggests releasing Abi 12:30 camera conts to circle as they argue 12:37 camera slows as they argue 12:42 camera comes to a stop, Alana - Abi's in no condition to tackle real-world issues 12:45 H - I'm not suggesting abandonment 12:50 Alana - this is a girl who was very attached to her parents 12:53 H listens as Alana says Hannibal stepping in would be a crutch 12:56 Alana - Abi needs to figure things out in a clinical environment 13:04 H bows to Alana - I defer to the passion of my esteemed collegue 13:09 Alana looks like she thinks H is teasing 13:10 H - passion is good, it gets blood pumping 13:13 H and A toast each other again - no clink 13:16 wideshot of W looks on from foreground TSS processing bodies in the lab 13:18 medshot of J looks under a blanket at a body on a lab bench 13:22 wideshot with J looking at another body 13:24 medshot on J looking through a file folder 13:26 wideshot with TSS turning to look at W 13:29 medshot on Will starkly backlit  - why do you say that? 13:31 med closeup on Z - because family friction is a catalyst for personality development 13:35 medcloseup on W starkly backlit 13:37 medcloseup on B, smiling toward W and glaring at Z 13:39 wideshot on TSS with J walking toward black blanketed body 13:43 medwideshot of W looking uncomfortably toward J 13:45 medshot of J looking under black body blanket 13:47 medcloseup on Z smirking at W and looking away 13:49 medwideshot of J and W standing on either side of body on lab bench 13:52 medwideshot of Jimmy and B listening to Z talking 13:53 medcloseup W starkly backlit 13:55 Z turning from away from camera toward camera, smile falling 13:57 med wide shot of W walking from corner of room toward lab benches 13:59 Z looking irritated and frustrated as W walks past 14:01 med wide shot of W walking by B and looking back to Z - or lousy onese 14:03 med wide shot of Z giving irritated grin and nodding at W's comment 14:05 med shot of J handing photo printout to W across body blanket 14:07 W in martyr pose facing J 14:08 closeup of mother with bullet wound lying on dinner plate 14:11 medcloseup on J discussing photo 14:14 W listening to J, turing back to photo 14:19 closeup on mother's corpse with bullet wound in forehead on lab bench 14:21 medcloseup on W looking up at J in sad realization 14:23 J nodding at W in sad realization 14:24 cut to black 14:27 closeup on H looking almost directly to camera - Tell me about your mother 14:30 closeup slight zoom out on W - some lazy psychiatry Dr Lecter, low hanging fruit 14:34 closeup on H - I suspect that fruit is on a high branch, very difficult to reach 14:39 closeup on W - so is my mother 14:43 closeup on H - an interesting place to start 14:45 medshot on W - tell me about your mother, let's start there 14:50 med shot on H with an "I see your shit" expression - both my parents died, orphan until Uncle Robertus adopted me 15:00 med shot on W - YOU have "orphan" in common with Abigail Hobbs 15:03 medshot on H - WE have a lot in common with Abi - she's already demonstrated an aptitude for the psychological 15:11 medshot on W - something so foreign about family, never connected to the concept 15:22 wideshot on both - you made your own family - I connected a family of strays, thank you for feeding them 15:32 H nods - I was refering to Abi 15:37 medshot on W, who's smile falls and he looks away 15:41 medshot on H, stares at W - tell me about the turner family, were they affluent? 15:46 medshot on W, looking annoyed - they lived like they had money, we were poor, moved from one boatyard to the next 16:01 medshot on H - always the new boy at school, always the stranger 16:03 closeup on W - always 16:05 H - what grudge was this mother's killer harbouring against her? 16:09 W, shakes head, thinking - motherhood 16:12 H - not motherhood, a perversion of it 16:17 W looks up, thinking 16:20 buiscuit with assorted veggie looking things 16:26 wideshot on J starting to eat before H has sat (bad manners, Jack) and smiling up at H's description of the food 16:28 wideshot on H - you promised to deliver your wife to my dinner table 16:31 wideshot on J - we'll have to polish up our act, what am I about to put in my mouth? 16:39 wideshot on H - rabbit 16:39 wideshot on J holding up fork and laughing - he should have hopped faster 16:41 wideshot on H grinning - yes he should have 16:43 insert of man wearing black and red plaid running through trees in a panic and tripping 16:44 closeup on large piece of meat being butchered 16:44 closeup on chunk of meat being flambe'd in a skillet 16:45 H grinning - fortunately for us, he did not 16:52 J chewing and talking with his mouth full (is he suicidal??) - our friend will seems haunted today 16:55 H - we don't know what nightmares lie coiled beneath will's pillow 16:58 medcloseup on J - children killing other children is not that unfamiliar a concept to Will 17:03 medcloseup on H - you still suspect Abigail? 17:05 J - maybe the nightmare under will's pillow is that he was wrong about her 17:11 wide on H - children transport us to our childhoods, will may feel the tug of life before the fbi and you 17:18 closeup on J 17:19 closeup on H - simple times fixing boats with dad - that time is an achor streamed behind him in heavy weather 17:27 J nods thoughtfully 17:30 night falls over building obscured by trees 17:32 wideshot on the front of W's house as he lets the pack out 17:43 dogs snuffle around the base of a tree 17:48 W watches the dogs run around, not happy but content 17:55 extreme up angle of sun obscured by the FBI building 17:59 medwideshot of Z examining mother's bullet wound 18:00 Jimmy and Bev at a lab bench describing evidence 18:02 Bev and Jimmy in foreground at bench with Z in center background at body tables 18:08 medwideshot of Z walking around body table discussing asymmetries cause by puberty 18:14 medshot on B and Jimmy in profile saying no one's seen Jessie Turner in over a year 18:17 medwideshot on Z saying he extrapolated from measurements at time of abduction to establish height/weight limits 18:20 medwide on Bev and Jimmy at bench zooming in facing camera 18:22 medshot on Z - he'd be four foot eighty pounds tops 18:25 return to over Bev and Jimmy's shoulder, Jimmy examining a game controller - god's gift to trace analysts 18:27 medshot on Jimmy at bench examing game controller, saying there's no matches 18:32 medshot on Bev going through papers at bench 18:34 Bev and Jimmy in profile medwide, ruled out family's prints 18:36 fingerprint analysis on computer screen 18:38 medcloseup on J and B J looking quarter profile to camera, B looking to bench in profile 18:40 fingerprint analysis on computer screen 18:41 medwideshot on Z looking thoughtful and sad - the Lost Boys 18:42 Jimmy stands up and walks to the computer screen - I think I found on of them 18:46 tracking shot through W's classroom as he lectures on hickeys, saying in their current case the bite marks don't have suck bruises 18:59 wideshot on Jack storms into lecture hall announcing class is dissmissed and telling everyone to get out 19:02 medwideshot W behind his desk holding papers looks up toward J 19:03 medwideshot as J approaches desk and turns around to look at students 19:04 medwideshot on J and W as J yells at students to leave 19:06 wideshot on students shuffling and packing their things 19:09 medwide on J and W, J glowering at students and W dropping papers in frustration 19:12 J crosses arms and sits on edge of desk as students file out 19:14 medwide on J and W - You're making it hard to provide an education Jack, we found a match for another missing kid 19:27 tracking wide shot on J and W at desk 19:31 W realizes how many similarities there are between the families 19:41 J stands and turns to face W - we're ready when you are and you're ready now so let's go 19:43 W looks grim - you're expecting a crime scene 19:48 Balcony and railing in nice suburban house with Christmas decorations, panning down to living room with bodies of the family 20:01 medcloseup on adult man with bullet hole in forehead lying on the ground 20:03 medwide shot on blonde woman with bullet hole in forehead slumped over on sofa surrounded by wrapped presents 20:05 shot of fireplace surrounded by detrius of Christmas morning 20:07 charred and blackened body of child curled up in the fireplace 20:09 swat team passes garlanded staircase followed by team visibly reacting to a bad smell 20:19 medcloseup on swat, J and W entering living room, still flinching from the smell 20:21 wideshot of team entering living room and seeing the dead family 20:24 medcloseup on W with Jimmy in background looking grim as he surveys the scene 20:27 cut to black 20:30 exterior of FBI 20:32 wideshot of team in the lab surrounded by new set of bodies, saying the mother was killed last again 20:38 medwideshot on J listening to W 20:41 medwideshot on W - not exactly the same, something went wrong 20:43 Bev and Z looking at mother's body - not single present under the tree for mother 20:45 J turns around to look, W in background - they took her presents they took her motherhood 20:48 up angle on Z saying she was shot multiple times 20:51 Z facing away from camera pointing out that the first bullet didn't kill the mother 20:53 W listening to description of crime absorbing the imagery 20:56 Bev pointing out that the bullet would hav caused brain damage 20:59 W - her body went into convulsions 21:00 Z - shot her again to put her out of her misery, but with a different gun 21:04 medshot on Jack and Jimmy - so someone else shot Connor's mom 21:06 W still processing 21:08 wideshot on full team, J asks who the burned child in the fireplace is 21:09 J pulls back blanket to reveal the burned body 21:11 W looking at ceiling says he thinks it's connor frist 21:13 J and J turn to look at w 21:15 W - he'd been prepped to shoot his mother, not watch her suffer 21:16 wideshot on everyone looking at the burned boy again 21:17 J talking to Jimmy - connor couldn't put his panic back in the bottle so he got shot too 21:20 W - whoever shot him, disowned him 21:26 camera looking at RV through diner window, pulls back to see a woman and three boys sitting at a table looking sad 21:37 medcloseup on teenage boy looking toward woman 21:39 medcloseup on woman and small boy - I couldn't make him understand, the family you're born into isn't really family 21:45 medcloseup on second small boy listening to woman 21:47 closeup on woman - we're making our family 21:51 second small boy - what happened to your family? 21:53 teenager - we are her family 21:55 medcloseup of teenager and second boy in profile, tense - I meant your other family 21:59 woman- the family you think is family is just a stepping stone 22:04 teenager and second boy look up at woman 22:06 woman looks at second boy with concern - you feeling okay sweetie pie? 22:10 teenager insists "he's fine" angry at second boy 22:12 woman - CJ - gentle scolding 22:14 teenage looks back at his milkshake 22:16 woman looks toward teenager with exasperation 22:18 second boy looks down at the table warily 22:19 woman smiles and takes a deep breath - are you excited to go home? 22:23 second boy keeps eyes down on table 22:25 closeup on woman - even if it is to say goodbye, because we're your family now christopher 22:28 second boy looks up toward woman 22:29 closeup on woman with gentle smile - you can only have one family 22:33 wideshot of W sitting at his desk in his empty lecture hall 22:36 wideshot with W in foreground, Bev opens lecture hall door 22:39 wideshot as W continues to stare at his computer 22:42 medwideshot on Bev walking into the lecture hall with coffee, smiling 22:46 W continues to stare at the computer 22:48 Bev smirks - ever hear of Willard Wiggin? 22:50 tracking shot of Bev walking toward W - he's an artist who does micro sculptures 22:56 W continues to stare at computer, Bev walks around the desk - he's so focused he works between his heartbeats 23:00 W stares stock still 23:03 Bev walks up to W's side and looks at his computer 23:07 missing child posters on a computer screen 23:12 medwide shot at Bev leans over to look closer 23:18 W in profile with Bev looking at him - ritalin etc can delay growth 23:22 W rubs forehead as he describes medical side effects 23:26 B stands and smiles - Willard Wiggin had a lonely childhood 23:33 W looking up at Bev sitting on the edge of the desk - who is Willard Wiggin? 23:36 Bev laughs and says Price got a match on the bullet from a murder involving a 13 year old boy 23:43 W leans back listening to Bev, catches on to the connection 23:49 Bev describing the old case 23:53 W looking apprehensive - 13 year old milk carton material? 23:58 CJ's missing poster on the computer screen 24:08 medshot on full team looking at computer screen, saying CJ was too nice a kid to become a sophisticated murderer and kidnapper 24:27 tracking shot on CJ walking through store aisles and coming around to stare at Christopher 24:41 Woman finds money in her purse and hands it over to the cashier with a smile 24:46 CJ stares menacingly toward Christopher 24:48 Christopher so frightened he wets himself 24:55 woman accepts change and turns to notice Christopher's accident 24:57 medshot on woman and cashier smiling then looking worried as they realize what happened 24:59 Christopher snaps away from CJ to look at woman 25:02 woman looks worried an checks Christopher for fever 25:08 Christopher watched woman as she stands to get napkins 25:09 woman grabs a bunch of napkins, mops up puddle, and apologizes to cashier 25:19 Christopher looking down passively as woman cleans up 25:21 Woman stands up to reassure Christopher that he shouldn't be embarrased because accidents happen, smiles sweetly 25:27 Christopher looks back at CJ 25:29 quick zoom in on CJ continuing to stare threateningly 25:35 Hannibal opens the door of his office - good evening Will 25:38 W stands up looking especially grumpy and carrying a bag 25:40 H steps aside to let W in, looking interested in the bag 25:42 wideshot of W walking into H's office with agitated body language, throws bag onto setee 25:44 closeup of bag landing on settee, a wrapped gift showing in pocket 25:45 wideshot as H closes the office door and turns to look at W 25:46 H nods and points at the bag and gift 25:47 medwideshot on W taking his jacket off and saying the gift was for abigail 25:50 H still standing by the door - was? 25:50 wideshot - I thought better of it, I was upset, maybe still am 25:57 closeup on H carefully tucking the gift into the pocket - what is it? 26:00 W in profile H in foreground stands up 26:03 H walks toward W, turns to sit in his chair - you want to teach her how to fish? 26:08 H sits, leans back, crosses legs, links hands, and looks at W questioningly - her father taught her to hunt 26:10 W figeting with the stuff on H's desk - that's why I thought better of it 26:12 H stares at W's ass - feeling paternal Will? 26:14 W turns harshly to H - aren't you? 26:16 medcloseup on H looking up toward W - yes 26:17 W nods strongly and continues to look around 26:19 H continues to eye W - Dr Bloom advised against taking too personal an interest 26:23 W turns away from H 26:24 H looking lusty at W's agitation - tell me, why are you so angry? 26:27 medwideshot of W turned away from H - I'm angry because I know I can't help those boys 26:31 medcloseup on W - I can't give them back what they just gave away 26:35 medcloseup on H looking thoughtful - family 26:36 wideshot with W in foreground trying to calm down - yeah 26:39 H looks back up and listens to W 26:41 wideshot with W in foreground walking into the shadow of a cabinet - we call them the lost boys 26:47 H still looking contemplative - it's our responsibility to help Abi find her way 26:55 exterior of Abi's psychiatric facility 26:59 Abi closes book, camera zooms out to reveal H sitting next to her - I don't think I'm allowed to leave after I climbed the fence 27:09 medshot on H explaining that he's one of Abi's guardians and he made arrangements 27:12 Abi - where are we going? 27:14 H - my home, I'll cook and bring you back before bedtime 27:23 medwideshot on Abi and H - can I spend the night? I don't like sleeping here 27:27 medcloseup on H - you have to sleep in your own bed - this isn't my bed - tell me about your bad dreams 27:36 slow zoom in on Abi looking down and describing a dream of Marissa sending her pictures of NB gutted 27:52 H - how you left him 27:54 Abi looking up at H in distress and aprehension 27:56 H looks back patiently 27:59 Abi - even though she's dead I worry she's going to tell everyone and they'll think I'm just like my dad 28:06 H continues to listen 28:08 closeup on Abi as she sits up - sorry can't talk about this in group 28:15 H - you don't have that luxury 28:17 Abi nods and steels herself - I'll just have to get used to lying 28:20 H smiles proudly 28:22 wideshot of Abi standing up and goes to her dresser as H turns to stand up 28:24 H stands - you only have to lie a about one thing, and when you're with me you don't have to lie about anything 28:32 tracking shot - Abi puts on jacket as H returns book to dresser and squares it up - in my dream I wonder how I can live with myself, when I wake up I know I can 28:51 medshot on Abi - does that make me a sociopath? 28:54 H - it makes you a survivor - opens door for Abi and closes it behind them 29:05 cut to black 29:08 exterior of H's house 29:10 extreme closeup of mushrooms at the bottom of a glass kettle as water begins to fill 29:13 mushrooms in kettle as water fills again 29:15 mushrooms floating at surface of water in kettle 29:16 closeup of glass kettle with mushroom tea turning from upside down to rightside up 29:22 closeup of mise en platz in steel ramikens 29:23 closeup on H's hands cutting into white round vegetable 29:26 Abi watches H cooking 29:28 medwide shot on H cooking and Abi standing across the counter - have you thought about applying for schools? 29:30 medshot on Abi - my dad killed girls at all the schools I applied to 29:35 H, blinking - perhaps that can wait then 29:38 medshot on Abi looking at H with determined expression - I want to work for the FBI 29:41 medcloseup on H, smiles - I would certainly feel safer if you were in the FBI protecting my interests 29:48 Abi, knowing exactly what he means - they wouldn't let me because of dad 29:54 medcloseup on H - only if they believe that's in your nature too 29:57 Abi - nature vs nurture 29:58 medshot of H looking up at Abi - you're not your father's daughter, not anymore 30:02 Abi, upset, looks down 30:04 medcloseup on H, looking compassionate and speculative - what if it weren't painful anymore to think of him? 30:12 Abi confused shaking her head - my dad? 30:15 H - yes. Have you ever tried psylocibin? 30:21 med two shot, Abi - mushrooms? that's what's in the tea? 30:26 medshot of H - yes 30:27 medwideshot of H  walking around counter to pour out tea -  you need to supplement your traumatic memories with positive associations 30:40 medcloseup on H leaning over the tea - no more bad dreams abigail 30:42 closeup on H's hands pouring tea from glass pot into gold rimmed cups 30:44 medcloseup on Abi in profile looking skeptical - you want me to do drugs? 30:46 medwide shot on H finishing pouring the tea - I want you to do this drug with my supervision 30:52 medcloseup of H handing Abi the teacup - do you trust me? 30:56 medcloseup of Abi in profile looking at H like are you kidding, but takes a deep breath and reaches for the teacup 31:00 closeup of Abi taking the teacup from H 31:03 medwideshot of H watching Abi accept the teacup 31:05 Abi sips the tea, looking up at H 31:09 H watches Abi drink and smiles 31:10 closeup on evidence board tracking the murders down the eastern seaboard 31:17 medwideshot on J and Bev looking at the evidence board 31:19 very wide shot of tss listening to J with W against the back wall 31:22 medwideshot of J listening to Jimmy 31:24 medwideshot of Jimmy over J's shoulder, turns to listen to Z 31:26 medshot on Z - trying to construct a geographical pattern when the murders are weeks apart 31:30 medwide on W - we have other patters, middle children from traditional affluent families 31:37 closeup on Bev looking concerned at W 31:39 very wide shot on whole team with J walking back to the evidence board 31:42 closeup on pictures of missing boys on evidence board 31:45 slow zoom in on medshot of W - what kind of kid follows a kid who does this? 31:54 J and Z looking toward W - there's no indication these kids came from abusive families 31:57 slow zoom on closeup of W - capture bonding, a passive psychological response to a new master 32:20 sausage and eggs on brioche in a skillet on H's stove 32:22 medshot on H tending to stuff on the counter and stove, looks up and smiles at Abi 32:25 Abi looks down with disoriented and queasy expression 32:27 autumn trees shaking and warping in Abi's drugged memory 32:29 Abi sighting the deer with her rifle beside GJH 32:30 closeup on Abi pulling the trigger 32:32 medcloseup on deer looking toward camera with bloody ear 32:33 crane shot of Abi firing her rifle among autumn leaves beside her dad 32:34 Abi back in H's kitchen looking down in a daze 32:36 GJH and Abi in the cabin, GJH walking Abi through butchering the deer- remember just like we talked about 32:37 closeup on Abi's hunting knife 32:38 closeup on Abi's hand stroking through the deer's fur 32:40 closeup on Abi as she begins to butcher the deer 32:41 medshot on Abi and NB as she stabbs him 32:41 medcloseup on NB as he looks down in pain at the knife 32:42 closeup on Abi's frightened and horrified face as she pulls the knife through NB's torso 32:43 medshot on Abi in H's kitchen, she lets go of the teacup, which falls 32:44 teacup falls to the floor and shatters with heavy blur and some slow motion 32:47 H looks up from the stove to look at the broken teacup as Abi looks down at her hands, distracted 32:48 Abi still watching her hands, tilts head and asks if Dr Bloom approved thisr 32:52 medwide shot of Abi walking stiffly off screen while H walks forward to assess the mess 32:56 closeup of Abi in profile as she walks through kitchen, her attention caught on something else 32:58 closeup on fruit in a wooden bowl wavering from the drugs 33:00 medshot of Abi in profile selecting an organge fruit 33:03 closeup on H kneeling and picking up the shards of the teacup - you and I will have many secrets 33:07 Abi drops into the armchair in the corner, examining her orange fruit 33:09 H turns away from looking at Abi, back to the floor where the shards are 33:11 closeup on orange fruit being fiddled with in Abi's hands, smearing slowly from the drugsr 33:14 medshot on Abi navelgazing at the orange fruit 33:17 medshot on H kneeling in profile- it can be a spiritual experience for patients 33:19 medcloseup on Abi putting her fruit down and turning to concentrate on H 33:22 medshot upangle of H walking toward Abi - psychological trauma is an affliction of the powerless, I want to give you your power back 33:26 closeup on Abi looking dazed and nauseaus - I don't feel so good 33:29 H knees in front of Abi with reasurring expression - That will pass, let it wash over you 33:33 medcloseup on Abi with an intense expression as H cradles her face 33:36 closeup on H - through you, let me be your guide 33:40 Abi looks over to the kitchen counter - you're making breakfast for dinner? 33:45 closeup on H as he grins at Abi 33:46 medwideshot on H standing up and walking back to the kitchen counter, Abi grinning happily 33:49 medshot on H walking around counter talking about the history of breakfast for dinner 33:53 medwide shot of H catching a peeled potato on the edge of his knife 33:54 medshot on H holding up the speared potato with a showy grin 33:55 medshot on Abi making an exaggerated impressed expression 33:56 medshot on H continuing to cook - taste is not only biochemical it's also psychological 33:59 medcloseup on Abi looking from the potatos to the stove 34:00 closeup on sausage and eggs in the skillet 34:02 medcloseup on Abi - sausage and eggs was the last meal I had with my parents 34:04 medshot on H with reassuring smile - it's also the first meal you're having with me 34:09 medshot on Abi smiling with wide eyes 34:11 Alana, Bev, and Will in the lab around a table covered in paper evidence 34:15 closeup on Alana holding a folder with a missing child printout on the front 34:17 medwide on W over A's shoulder, speculating on the personality of the remaining Lost Boys 34:29 medshot on Bev reading description of one potential Lost Boy 34:39 medshot on Alana - what makes these boys susecptible? 34:43 they're isolated from their brother - a brother without a brother 34:50 medshot on Alana - brothers looking for a mother 34:52 medshot on Bev listening to Alana 34:54 Alana - they're killing the mothers last 34:58 W looks up at Alana and processes the idea 35:01 pan up from desk covered in neat stacks of files to W entering 35:03 medwide shot on J looking up from the computer on his desk - yeah? 35:05 medwide on W - not just CJ, there's a woman a mother figure 35:11 medshot on W - looking to form a family 35:13 medcloseup on J thinking it through - family can have a contagion effect on some people 35:18 medshot on W, with a well yeah expression 35:20 medcloseup on J - it can influence them to adopt similar behaviors and attitudes 35:24 W walks toward J from medshot to medcloseup - this woman wants these children to burst with love for her, she has to erase their families 35:35 medshot on J - she convinces them no one can love them like she does then makes sure of it 35:38 medshot up angle on W saying a security camera caught Christopher close to his family 35:55 wideshot Christopher approaches the front door of a house, rings the bell, looks around, then goes back to the door 36:11 medcloseup on Christopher as the front door opens to him 36:12 wideshot on brunette woman recognizing and grinning at Christopher 36:15 med wide zooming to med of brunette rushing to hug Christopher while he doesn't respond 36:18 medwide on woman hugging Christopher then pulling back to kneel and smile up at him 36:21 medcloseup to closeup of Christopher unresponsive to his mother's reaction 36:28 cut to black 36:31 nice suburban home framed with autumn leaves from across the street 36:36 black SUVs with police lights speeding through the suburban street 36:38 wideshot of SUV's approaching the house 36:40 low up angle of swat teams' boots running through leaves on the lawn 36:42 very wide shot of SUVs pulling up to the house and the team exiting with weapons 36:48 medwideshot of swat approaching the front door and preparing the ram to breach 36:51 swat rams open the door from the perspective of the door 36:52 cut to black 36:53 swat team enters the house and begins to sweep 36:56 swat swarms through house with TSS coming in behind them 36:58 wideshot of swat exiting from the back door3 36:59 wideshot of TSS running through the living room, armed, toward the back door, passing through the wall and panning out to the team arrayed on the patio 37:02 medshot of Christopher standing beside CJ, still impassive 37:03 wideshot of Lost Boys facing off with Christopher's family across an idyllic backyard, CJ raises gun 37:04 wideshot of mother and father panicking and trying to sheild other children 37:06 medshot of Swat firing rifle 37:06 closeup on bullet hitting CJ's shoulder from the back 37:06 medcloseup from back of CJ falling and mother turning toward other children 37:07 wideshot of CJ falling and everyone else running toward center 37:08 wideshot of Christopher running away from the group along walkway 37:09 wideshot CJ falls from grill to ground, Swat gets other Lost Boys to kneel on the ground 37:11 very wide shot TSS and swat swarm off the patio toward family and LBs 37:15 Christopher pushes through white picket gate into pool area, followed by Will 37:21 medwideshot on Christopher turning and pulling gun on Will 37:22 medshot on Will pulling a gun in response 37:23 medwideshot of W gesturing for the Swat member to hold fire 37:24 wideshot of Christopher and Will holding each other at gunpoint, W raises gun off Christopher 37:27 medshot on W with hands in the air telling Christopher to put the gun down 37:29 medshot upangle of Wendy exiting the pool house, patting Christopher's head, then wrapping an arm holding a gun around him 37:35 medshot of W reacting to the situation getting a lot worse 37:37 medshot of Wendy looking intense and Christopher looking resigned 37:39 medshot of W kneeling down, still talking to Christopher 37:41 wideshot of Wendly holding a gun to Christopher and Christopher holding a gun on W kneeling with hands up 37:43 medcloseup of Will putting gun on the ground - please 37:45 medwideshot of Bev screened by trees, firing a gun 37:46 medcloseup of Wendy being shot in the shoulder and falling away from Christopher 37:46 medcloseup of W ducking away then looking up to see what happened 37:48 medshot of Bev running in front of autumn leaves 37:49 medwide shot of Christopher turning away to look down at Wendy 37:50 medshot of Bev continuing to run toward C and W 37:52 medshot of W walking past Swat looking grim 37:55 wideshot of Bev leading Christopher away while Will and Swat look down at Wendy 37:57 med closeup strong upangle W looks down toward Wendy 38:00 medshot slow zoom in on Wendy bleeding on concrete 38:03 medshot up angle Will looks down on Wendy, blinks, and turns away 38:04 closeup on Christopher in the back of a car, zoom out to see Jack get in the driver's seat and looking back at Christopher 38:14 closeup on Christopher - can I go home now? 38:16 medshot on Jack looking back at Christopher - you're not going home for a long time 38:19 closeup on Christopher looking down sadly - you came here to kill your family 38:22 J looking back at Christopher - that's all anybody knows 38:27 closeup on Christopher looking away - I wasn't going to do it 38:30 closeup on J looking back - you're going to have to talk to a lot of people about it 38:38 closeup on christopher - she told us we had to make our own family, asks J if he has a family 38:55 closeup on Jack - I don't have any children, no 38:58 closeup on Christopher looking down, shaking head - then you don't know what it's like 39:04 closeup on J looking up and nodding in acknowledgement 39:08 closeup on Christopher looking down - can I talk to my real mom? 39:14 closeup on Jack, nodding - in a little while, but first I need to to talk to me 39:22 closeup on Christopher looking down sadly 39:25 exterior of Hannibal's house 39:27 medwide shot on Hannibal looking down feigning apologetic expression 39:30 medcloseup on Alana dressing H down for taking Abi out of the facility without consulting her 39:33 medwide on murder puppy getting smacked with a newspaper 39:36 wideshot pan of Alana confronting H 39:40 medcloseup on H looking down apologetically and nodding 39:42 medcloseup on Alana over H's shoulder - I'm not a professional scold, don't put me in this position again 39:48 medshot of Alana walking away from H angrily, H apologizes 39:52 medwide on A over H's shoulder - RUDE! SHOCKINGLY RUDE! 39:56 medwide on H - you have every right to be upset 39:58 medwide on Alana with don't fuck with me expression - where is she? 40:02 medwideshot on H - she's in the dining room 40:04 Alana with a I'm Not Done With You face, turns toward dining room 40:07 medwide on H with abyssal eyes watches Alana walk toward dining room 40:09 wide to med wide as Alana walks around counter past H - Alana, you were right 40:16 medcloseup on Alana - often am, be more specific 40:20 medcloseup on H up angle - she wasn't ready, had anxiety, I gave her a sedative 40:27 medcloseup on Alana looking further enraged - what did you give her? 40:29 closeup upangle on H - only half a valium but she may be hazy 40:34 Abi sitting alone at H's table, looks up sluggishly and looks to side 40:36 wideshot as Alana walks in, smiles and greets Abi, notices a third place setting 40:45 Abi looks up to H 40:47 wideshot of Hannibal pulling out chair from third place setting for Alana 40:50 A sits down to table, Abi dazedly asks if she's hungry 40:59 Alana smiles stiffly - I could eat 41:03 Abi continues to stare vaguely at Alana 41:05 H pours orange juice and notices Abi's focus on Alana - what is it? 41:10 closeup on Abi's creepy dazed smile 41:12 medshot of Alana and Hannibal looking concerned into the camera, shifting out of focus and into Abi's parents and back - what do you see? 41:21 closeup on Abi's creepy smile - I see family 41:29 wideshot of all three at table, H turns to look at alana 41:31 closeup on Jack wearing pajamas and readers in bed, turning and smiling 41:35 wideshot on J sitting in bed - hello 41:37 wideshot of Bella approaching the other side of the bed, avoiding eye contact 41:42 closeup on J putting his readers back on as Bella settles into bed 41:47 medcloseup on J taking the readers back off again - you think it's too late for us to have kids? 41:54 closeup on Bella blinking and turning to Jack with a frustrated expression 41:56 medshot on Jack looking lovingly at  Bella, she blinks at him, thinking 41:58 closeup on Bella withdrawing and turning away 42:01 closeup on Bella faced away - it is for me 42:09 wideshot of J looking over at Bella as she reaches up to turn off her light 42:12 closeup on J turning away from Bella and turning off his own light 42:23 exterior of Will's house with red white and blue lights flashing across it 42:26 wideshot of will's dogs arrayed on beds around a space heater in the fireplace 42:32 med to med closeup of W settling down for sleep 42:45 fade to black 42:46 end credits 43:12 DDLC logo 43:14 Living Dead Guy Logo 43:16 AXN logo 43:19 Gaumont Logo

[stranded-labyrinth]

Yankee Candle is a chain store typically seen in American malls which sells candles. the only products that diverge from candles are candle holders, air fresheners, and things of that nature. but primarily, it's candles wall to wall with various tables of, you guessed it, more candles.

and these candles are intensely fragranced. infused with enough pute artificial bullshit that the second you enter the store, your nose is fucked. you're trying to peruse for a nice candle and you can no longer differenciate them unless one is either black or dark green, in which it smells like men's shower products.

what i'm saying is that if you put Dr. Sensitive Nose Lecter in that store i'm fairly certain he would experience the sort of madness seen in eldritch horror stories, perceiving so much that his brain cannot comprehend while being trapped in a feeble human form. lock him in the store and he's stuck with something that ventures beyond sensory overload into all out sensory possession.

what i'm saying is he would be on the floor cradling one of those black or green candles that smells like Will without a body and he would cry.

i wanna lock Hannibal in a Yankee Candle until he starts seeing shrimp colors

[latenightartist-author]

Green Green Dress

Pairing: Fredrick Chilton x reader

Summary: Y/n worked for the FBI. She often came in to discuss a profile with Dr. Chilton. They had grown close. Fredrick was invited to a dinner party at Hannibal Lecter's home. Due to the invitation He was required to bring a date and he asked Y/n. He arrived at the Her home and is blown away.

Warning: None, unless you count Hannibal

Y/n walked down the hall of the Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally insane. She was sent to get a 'formal statement' from Will Graham since he kept insisting he didn't do it. The sound of her heels rang though the hall will could hear her coming. Will was currently in a 'session' with Dr. Chilton. Y/n pushed the door open and saw Will in a cage the way it was shaped reminded her of a caged bird. She waved at him then looked at Dr. Chilton. He was writing something down on his clip board not noticing Y/n came in yet. She walked behind him signaling Will to be quiet.

"Doctor your favorite crazy persons here," She said in her most nurse like voice.

"Hello Y/n, it's good to see you again." he said looking up from his clipboard as she walked around him to stand between him and Will.

Now Y/n had always like Fredrick, from the moment they met they got along. Y/n found herself trying to get excuses to come see Fredrick. She had come to question a few inmates once and wanted to make sure she was dressed nice in case she saw him. A couple time during the month she brought him lunch. She would never admit it to anyone but she thought she was falling in love with him. Today she knew she would run into him so she wore a his favorite color shirt that one of her friends helped her pick along with her favorite jeans and her black heels.

"So how's my favorite psychopath collector?"

"Well a certain patient isn't cooperating."

"Yes I know I'm here to take a statement about Hannibal from him," She said and got her recorder out, "Hannibal has assured me he has done nothing."

"That reminds me. I've been invited to one of his dinner parties and I'm supposed to bring a date so I was wondering if you'd like to join me?" He asked standing up and Will rolled his eyes.

"I'm pretty sure he asked that the only way he could without saying 'will you be my date' cause god forbid he ask that." Will said his voice heavy with sarcasm on the last part. Y/n shot him a glare.

"Well either way I'd be happy to join you Fredrick." Y/n said

"I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow." Fredrick said before he left the room. Y/n watched him go and when she was sure he was out of earshot she smiled.

"Finally, now maybe you two will be able to focus on the fact that Hannibal is a murderer." Y/n signed and recorded Will's statement.

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It was the day of the dinner party and Y/n was excited. She had got off early so she could do her make up and had went out and bough a dress special for the occasion. The dress was a satin green floor-length along with her black heels. She turned on the music and started signing with it as she got in the shower.

She change into the dress and spun around in front of the mirror. She smiled and ran down stairs and danced around her living room while singing or screaming the lyrics along with the radio. While Y/n was messing around Fredrick was approaching her door and could hear her through the door. "so let this drout come to an end and may this desert flower again I'm so glad you found me stick around me!" Fredrick laughed softly at hearing her. He knocked on the door and heard her scramble to shut the music off. When she opened the door he was speechless, "Hi Fredrick sorry about that and anything you heard." she said moving so he could come in. He walked in and looked her up and down

"Y/n, you look...beautiful," He managed to get the words out finally.

"Thanks. Just let me get my shoes and we can go." she said disappearing down the hall. Fredrick looked at the pictures on her shelf. When she came back Fredrick found himself to still be speechless, "Fredrick are you feeling okay?" She set the back od her hand against his forehead.

"Y-yes. Sorry I just. I didn't know you could look more beautiful than you usually do."

"Thank you, Fredrick," she smiled and grabbed a small purse, "You look handsome but we should go before Hannibal considers us rude." She pulled him out of the house and got in his car. They arrived at Hannibal's party and Alana pulled Y/n aside. Hannibal looked between Fredrick and Y/n.

"I think you should steal your girl back before these business men see her."

"She's not my girl."

"Yet." Hannibal said and went to greet other guests. Fredrick went to Y/n. When people started dancing to the classical music Y/n grabbed Fredricks hand and pulled him to dance with her.

"I didn't you expect to be a dancer." He said and Y/n smiled.

"I'm able to dance more than this my father taught me to waltz and my aunt taught me to a faster for of the Waltz I forget what it's called."

"Shall we show off then?" He asked and she nodded. The next song came on. Fredrick and Y/n waltzed around the room. When the night ended Fredrick walked her to the door and she kissed his cheek before saying goodnight and going inside.

[suiine]

I don't think I've seen any hannigram fics with ye ol' trope where the characters are handcuffed together....so:

AU where Will and Hannibal accidentally get handcuffed to each other

maybe in season 1, Will and hannibal are working on a case, and they find the perp. hanni watching Will fight the guy, acting scared but actually enjoying seeing Will go feral. but Will is encephalitic and lives on nothing but coffee, so he is losing...so hannibal joins the fight. hanni manages to restrain the perp, and Will whips out his handcuffs. but the perp struggles out of hannibal's hold, and in the kerfuffle Will handcuffs...himself and hanni together, and the perp fucks off with the key.

Team Science and Abigail going lmao while Will is blushy and Hanni is happy duckling

having to learn to dress, live, be together. it's surprisingly easy and natural...

cooking together. will admiring the way those talented hands look in handcuffs 👀

admiring many things as they shower together 👀

Will, hater of clothing, and Hanni, tit exhibitionist: "it's too complicated getting dressed. let us be nude"

hanni rolling over in bed, and Will getting pulled on top of him like a sweaty blanket. both pretending to be asleep so they can keep cuddling.

a sleepy bleary Hanni getting dragged along on Will's sleepwalks

a veritable conga line with 7 dogs dragging Will around who's dragging Hannibal who's dragging Abigail and the ravenstag clopping behind

"<- let's have gourmet haute cuisine" "let's have doritos and baja blast ->" *yank*

Will teaching his classes on the Chesapeake Ripper with the Chesapeake Ripper attached prettily to him

will messing with his students: "professor Graham, who's that you're cuffed to? is he single" "he is a psychoanalyst of the criminally insane" "p-prof. graham...are you that unstable?" "you'll 😃 find out 😃 at exam week😃"

"Scandal!" hannibal messing with the society elite: "dr. lecter who is that you're handcuffed to?" "this is an agent of the FBI" "😱 dr. lecter you committed federal crimes?" "😉"

hanni happy he gets to smell Will all the time. hanni dying after constant close proximity to Will's aftershave

the dogs now so used to Will and Hanni together they consider them 1 person

Tobias, Franklin, Chilton, Will's students, all of Baltimore flirting with Hannibal like Will's not right there glaring death. will rattling their cuffed hands in the suitors faces, "see this? it means he's Mine"

coincidentally there's been no more Ripper murders ever since they got cuffed? hrm

round 2 when they eventually catch the perp, and they have no choice to work together as murder husbands. and off course they decide to continue sharing their lives (and other new hobbies ) after they're uncuffed

[mysteriouslysweetmagazine]

Meeting Hannibal

Y/N's POV

Today, I woke up, and I hate myself. Death doesn't answer when I cry for help. No high could save me from the depths of hell I'll drown my mind until I'm someone else. Doubt take care of me, be scared of me my misery owns me I don't want to be my enemy my misery owns me now. Under the graveyard. I woke up with the sound of my alarm. My name is Y/N. I suffer from depression. I feel like killing myself. I tried everything. My parents died when I was a kid. I live alone, and I don't have a family. I've been to therapy, but they quit on me after. After the last psychiatrist gave up on me, she recommended Dr. Lecter and said that he would help me. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom and took a shower. I left my house and drove to Dr. Lecter's office. I sat in the waiting room and felt empty looking around the room until I heard the door open and stood a tall, handsome man. "Miss L/N," he said as he stared at me. I stood up and walked in. "Please sit down," he said.

Hannibal's POV

I kept staring at Y/N as she sat down she had an empty look. She is very beautiful. She was recommended to me by a colleague who was Y/N's last psychiatrist and gave me Y/N's file. While I looked into it, there was a photo of her, and my heart started beating fast. I was in love with her at first glance. As I read the file, I learned everything about her. My poor Y/N lost her parents at a young age her only friend had to go to a school far away and doesn't even know Y/N lost her parents. Then the love of her life, or she thought he had left her for another when she needed him the most, and that made her depression worse. I sat down on my chair and kept staring at my beautiful Y/N. She was dressed in a black dress with a black blazer and black heels. she was very skinny and her dress was loose. We started talking about her condition, I knew she was hurting herself, but she did not want to talk about it. "Dr. Lecter, I think I'm immortal," Y/N says to me while looking down. "Why do you think your immortal miss L/N," I say, keeping our conversation professional, but I wanted to be personal with her. Y/N came closer to me, and she looked at me. "I'll show you doctor", she says to me. She starts taking off her vest, exposing her toned, scarred body, and then she takes a pocket knife from under her vest pocket. I looked at her, shocked, and she put the knife in my hands. " I want you to cut me with the knife," Y/N says, looking into my eyes. "Ms. L/N I don't think this is a good idea," I say, looking at my Y/N. I don't want to hurt her. She suddenly closed her eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek. " I'm sorry, Dr. Lecter," Y/N says, opening her eyes. I looked at her, and she looked at me. we continued to look at each other, and to my disappointment, she looked away. I suddenly grabbed her hand and looked at her as my hand felt her warm hand on mine. Y/N looked at me confused and blushed, looking away. " Are you okay Y/N," I say, still feeling her soft hand. " No, I am not Dr. Lecter," Y/N says, using her other hand to wipe away the tears that kept falling. "Please call me Hannibal," I said, moving closer to her. " I don't think that would be professional," Y/N says, trying to move away from me. I pull her closer to me. " You are lonely and need a friend," I said as I smelled her hair. "Yes, I don't have many friends. I'm alone with no one that loves me," she says to me, leaning closer to me. "There is another reason why I was left alone," my love says, looking away from me. I suddenly had the urge to kiss her, but I have to control myself, for now, she will be mine soon.

Y/N's POV

I was looking at Hannibal with a broken expression. I took a deep breath. " when I was young I told my parents that I was pansexual and they said I was a disgrace to them and they left and I never saw them again until I found out that they died without letting me explain," I say to Hannibal crying as he wraps his arms around me. Then my phone rings. Today, I woke up, and I hate myself. Death doesn't answer when I cry for help. I answer as Hannibal looks at me. "Hey Y/N I just got back from S/N (State's name) and I sold my house so I'll be living with you now you don't have to be lonely anymore," f/n says with a happy tone in her voice. Hannibal is still looking at me, "That's great news f/n," I say, happy that I won't be alone anymore. " I'll be there in a couple of hours. I have things to do right now," f/n says, then hangs up. I put my phone away in my vest pocket. I smiled brightly. "Well, I guess I'm not lonely anymore because my friend is staying with me now," I say with a happy tone in my voice. "You still have me for anything you need. I'm still your phychairst after all," Hannibal says, leaning towards me still arms around me. I can feel his hand going lower on my waist. "Thanks so much, Dr. Lecter, "I say, feeling less lonely and depressed. "We are friends. Y/N no need to be professional around me," says Hannibal, smiling brightly at me. "We are still in your office Hannibal also you are still my psychiatrist. We aren't done with our session yet," I say nervously, trying to avoid getting too close to the doctor I just met. We talked more about my condition. I opened up more with Hannibal and told him about my nightmares. Hannibal was really understanding, he doesn't judge me like other psychiatrists do. "Y/N have you been hurting yourself lately?" Hannibal says with a worried tone. "Yes, I hurt myself every day, just some cuts here and there," I say, whispering sadly. He suddenly takes my vest off and sees all my scars, he widened his eyes and then hugs me tightly. "Don't ever hurt yourself again. You aren't alone anymore because you have me by your side," Hannibal says, wiping my tears away with his fingers. "Thank you Hannibal", I say, kissing his cheek, but he moves his cheek away, and our lips are met. After a few minutes, I pulled away from the kiss I wanted to pull away immediately, but Hannibal's grip wouldn't let me until he loosened up, and I was able to get away. He smiles at me.

Hannibal's POV

When Y/N went to kiss my cheek I couldn't hold myself anymore so I turn my cheek away and our lips met, I was really happy with our kiss but I noticed that she wanted to get away from me but I wouldn't let that happen I gripped my love tightly we stayed that way after a few minutes I loosen my grip she moved away from me. I was mad at that she was mine, but I controlled my anger, and I smiled at her. "You're welcome Y/N", I say as I want her to trust and love me. I want to gain her trust so she can only depend on me and only me. We will soon be happy forever, and she will never leave my side. I look at her scars on her. Some are old, and some are recent. I have the urge to run my fingers and kiss those scars, but then I remember the cause of it. Her depression has been worse. She's still beautiful, and I was falling deeply in love with Y/N. I know it's wrong for a doctor and patient to be involved with each other but I don't care I'm in love with her and she's going to fall in love with me I don't care what I have to do as long I'm by her side or she's by my side. I will make her mine she will be my wife, and we will have kids. For now, I'm happy being close to her as friends. Time goes by, and our session is over. I put my hands on her shoulders, and I set another appointment for my love. When she leaves I grabbed my laptop and stalked her, I wanted to know what she did when I kissed her passionately. I put a tracking device on her to monitor her every day. I can't go stalk her outside she would notice and stay away from me. I saw she arrived home safely and went to her room and started going to her closet and picked out a black shirt and very short black shorts, she undressed and I saw her in a black bra and panties. She stood in the mirror and looked at herself, she has the most beautiful body I could tell she was insecure about herself. I saw she wasn't satisfied with her body. "I gained weight I knew I shouldn't have eaten that brownie last night but I was hungry", my love says complaining that her stomach started growling she ignores it and continues to complain and puts her clothes on. I can see her whole legs that short is too short. She goes out of her room and goes to the kitchen and makes a salad with a little dress. She eats it, and when she's done, someone knocks on the door, and she goes and sees. She smiles and opens the door, and I see her friend and some guy come in. She looks like her. The guy stares at my Y/N and then at her legs. F/N notices and pulls him next to her. "Y/N, this is my boyfriend Zack, Zack. This is my friend Y/N. We are like sisters," says F/N. "It's a pleasure to meet you Y/N," Zack says, shaking my love hand and then kissing her hand. I wanted to kill him she's mine, only mine. I saw her smile but was mentally grossed out, which made me happy. "Nice to meet you, Zack," says my darling, trying to be polite, but she's feeling uncomfortable. After they got to know each other, F/N got hungry and searched for something to eat, but she only found salads or fruits and vegetables, some junk food. I could tell she wasn't satisfied with Y/N's eating habits. "You don't have anything else to eat other than salads and vegetables, no meat or at least some soups," says F/N, looking at the fridge. I smile that my love takes care of herself, but she also needs to eat well she needs her protein. She smiles at F/N and tells her to follow her and she takes out some pizza dough and some ingredients then she puts the pizza in the oven, after the pizza is done she takes it out and cuts it into slices. F/N takes a slice, and Zack and their eyes widen. "This is delicious. Do you have anything to drink?" F/N says, finishing her pizza and grabbing another slice. After dinner, they go straight to their rooms, and Y/N fixes her bed and immediately goes to sleep. I go to sleep thinking about my love.

[evilstalks]

Perhaps Michael is as dumb as some of the doctors thought he was. Perhaps the smart choice would be to just leave, or to follow his instinct and kill Hannibal, get rid of him here and now. Killing him or not killing him won't change the fact that he is being searched for in every nook and cranny out there now. Dr. Loomis is surely as desperate as can be to get Michael back, back to where he belongs. In solitude, in plain, white walls where he can't hurt anybody. Surely, the good Dr. Loomis knew this would happen one day. Prepared for it as best he could, but he was unable to stop Michael's escape. The last thing he expected was for someone to encourage him, to help him. He should have known there are worse than Michael out there.

He serves himself another large serving of meat, though his gaze doesn't break away from the man across from him. He is not paranoid that Hannibal will suddenly lunge at him or attempt to harm him-- the doctor has made it pretty clear those aren't his intentions, even if Michael doesn't entirely trust him yet. He knows one thing for sure, at least. Hannibal may come off as a lamb, may attempt to disguise his smile with warmth and sincerity, but Michael knows what a murderer looks like. He knows what evil & cruelty looks like. He's looking right at it. He looks at it when he looks in the mirror.

[ YES, DR. LECTER. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE. YOU BELONGED IN SMITH'S GROVE ALONGSIDE ME, DIDN'T YOU? I'VE NO DOUBT YOUR KILL COUNT IS FAR GREATER THAN MINE. ]

For now, at least. It's not like Michael has been able to cause any harm while being institutionalized. He did take the life of two staff members during his escape, though. They deserved it. One of them enjoyed making Michael shower with only freezing water and knocking his food out of his hand. Michael greatly enjoyed taking his life. Almost as much as he's enjoying this food. He doesn't say it, doesn't have to. It should be obvious how much he's enjoyed his meal, considering how much he's eaten, the gluttony he's shown.

　Who is the fool between them? Two hunters, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Hannibal would be utterly disillusioned if Michael proved foolish enough to strike first. The perfectly sharpened dinner knives on the table stood poised—mere seconds away from carving through the precise artery that would bleed him dry, right there, at the table. It would be such a waste, such a disappointingly senseless sacrifice, after all the meticulous effort it took to ensure Michael’s safe passage into this very moment.

All this trouble, for such a trivial misunderstanding.

Thankfully, Michael did not err in threatening Hannibal. He could tolerate the slow, deliberate process of Michael adjusting to a world he barely understood, but rudeness? That was something far beyond his patience. Especially after the lengths he had gone to, offering his guidance and care. Hannibal’s smile was faint, almost tender— Perhaps not true friends, but closer than either could allow, surely.

For who could understand the loneliness of being unseen for what you are? To have your true nature go unrecognized? Such understanding was a rare gift, one Hannibal was offering Michael, if only fleetingly. What was it that Michael sought to hide within that veiled mind of his? Something Hannibal was ever so eager to unravel, thread by thread, as it slowly came undone before him. A prize, a delicate, intriguing prize.

He was a man of many skills, many talents. And as for sign language? He recognized the beauty in it—the quiet, almost sacred art of communication without words. Naturally, he had studied it. Of course, he had. He had welcomed the opportunity to engage with Michael in private, away from the interference of lesser doctors who could not fathom him as Hannibal could.

[ GOODNESS IS A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE, DEAR MICHAEL. I MEAN YOU NO HARM; HAD I INTENDED OTHERWISE, YOU WOULD NOT FIND YOURSELF IN SUCH A WELCOMING HOME. WHAT POSSIBLE REASON COULD YOU HAVE TO DOUBT ME? WE ARE NOT SO VERY DIFFERENT, IF YOU LOOK CLOSELY. ]

[yhwhsdaughter]

Domestic & Comforting Headcanons w/ Hannibal Lecter

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Wearing his clothes

This man dresses in the finest clothes, that’s a given. That said, Hannibal will be rather amused seeing you wearing one of his suits or shirts. If it occurs too often, he may need to get you your own clothes in the same taste as him. Though the idea of seeing his beloved in something that belongs to him is enough to please Hannibal, more so since they’re taking the initiative.

Hand holding

Like Will, Hannibal is not very physical in public. If he notices his s/o being uncomfortable, he’ll place a hand on their back or an arm around them, letting them know he’s there, bringing them closer. Despite looking stoic, Hannibal is quite soft on their darling so he’ll indulge in hand holding.

Hair washing

As he did with Bedelia, Hannibal will wash your hair, being ever so gentle and careful of not pulling it by accident. These actions are a reminder to Hannibal that he has someone in his life whom he loves dearly. This is therapeutic for both of you. Hannibal is happy to wash your hair if you bring it up. It is primarily nonsexual in nature, unless you wish otherwise.

Falling asleep in each other’s lap

It’ll be mostly you falling asleep in his lap, but on rare occasions, Hannibal will lay his head on your lap, listening to your breathing and feeling your slight movements. Hannibal enjoys watching the relaxed expression on your face as you fall asleep. He’ll be taken by the desire to stroke hair, caress your cheek, or trace your lips.

Sharing a bed

There is a certain level of intimacy in sharing a bed. It is one of the only places where Hannibal is vulnerable. If you were skilled enough and truly wanted, you could slit his throat. While he’s aware that his s/o would never betray him that way, Hannibal still wonders what you would do if given the opportunity. Even if that were the case, the idea of dying by your hands brings you closer. Murder aside, I think Hannibal likes waking up to someone next to him.

Sharing food/dessert

Is he not constantly feeding others the meals he makes? Hannibal is more than willing to share his food with you. In fact, if you ask he’s happy to comply. The savour is exquisite just don’t ask for the recipe, quite literally what you’d call a foodgasm. This man is skilled in the culinary arts so there’ll be more where that came from. Eagle eyed when he personally feeds his s/o, observing their reaction closely to see if they like it.

Massages

I don’t think Hannibal ever stresses about anything , he’s a composed individual. You’ll probably be on the receiving end of these massages or shoulder rubs. As I said, this gentleman is skilled with his hands so the stress will just dissipate as soon as he touches you. Hannibal can be servicing when it comes to your needs. If you offer to give him a massage, he won’t say no. He likes your willingness to please him.

Reading together

Ever the intellectual, this is one of Hannibal’s favorite activities that don’t include murder or cannibalism. The two of you might share a book (him reading aloud) or simply being near each other whilst reading individually. Hannibal is glad his s/o persuits knowledge by reading or simply because they like to.

Patching up a wound

You won’t ever need to go to a hospital. He’s a literal doctor. Whether it be a small or large wound, Hannibal is there. It’s doubtful that you’d be involved in something that would cause you great harm, but then again— he did stab, drug, and manipulate Will so. Nevertheless, if you need his medical expertise, Dr. Hannibal Lecter is your man, figuratively and literally speaking.

Taking a bath together

He appreciates the closeness. Hannibal’s hygiene routine is top-tier. If he can help it, you will never see him filthy. He also loves to run the soap against your skin and vice versa. It’s a domestic scenario that reeks of intimacy. His s/o letting him see their body and just being near them is all he could ask for. Be expected to have candles, possibly wine, and romantic music in the background. Again, not necessarily sexual but it can be if you so desire.

Kisses

In public? He’ll give you forehead kisses. They’re more for reassurance than anything. When holding hands, Hannibal will bring up your hand and kiss it. Perfect gentleman, won’t do anything unless you want to. Kisses on the mouth may be quick if there’s people around. Otherwise, he may let loose and be more passionate with his kisses.

Adjusting his clothes

Won’t ever catch this man slipping, he’s just too neat but on the instance that it does happen, you’ll casually fix his tie. Hannibal will give you one of those rare smiles of him, thankful and proud of you. It’s a small action but one that he appreciates.

Reaction to s/o crying

Anyone hungry? Hannibal hates rude people. The only way to elevate their meager existence is to consume them. However, he might be too furious for that if someone has the audacity to harm his s/o even if it’s just emotionally. He won’t leave a trace of them and will make it extremely painful. If the issue doesn’t lie within someone else and is more of an internal problem, such as depression or anxiety. Well— Hannibal is a psychiatrist. He will help you deal with whatever issue is plaguing your being.

Slow dancing

An excellent dancer. Was there ever any doubt? I really think Hannibal enjoys dancing so he’ll teach his s/o (if they don’t already know). From there, the two of you will dance in the comfort of your home. Could be before or after dinner. Hannibal will put on some music and extend his arm. He’ll lead of course; his hands will grasp your figure gently as both of you sway to the music.

Hannibal Lecter is a romantic man, to the core, and he’s sure to shower his darling with affection.