#hannibal knows will. will knows hannibal. they. they!

[valtsv]

suddenly recalling the time i described a relationship dynamic as "he really did love her, is the thing, but he loved her like a scalpel (penetrating exposing severing)". idk why i'm still out here writing things when we are never topping that.

[psychesetra]

whos hannibal . who

dude who is this hannibal

i only know hannibal from the punic wars you know uh wikipedia calls him "hannibal the barcid"

you know . the guy who defeated a roman army of 80k men with only 40k,,,

saw/house/hannibal crossover where all three of them are trying to manipulate the same patient into succumbing to their true nature which naturally ends with a fistfight in the parking lot while the patient quietly leaves

[talktonytome]

bucktommy + a pet

When Buck gets home, he's surprised to find Tommy sitting on the couch with his jacket still on, cradling the right side of his chest with his left arm.

His first instinct is that Tommy's injured and trying to hide it. He crosses over to him in a few long strides and that's when Tommy looks up at him. "H-ey, Evan!" He says a little too cheery. He tries to tug his jacket closed over his chest.

"Tommy... what are you trying to hide? Are you injured? I swear, if you're trying to hide--"

"Meow." A tiny muffled sound erupts from Tommy's chest.

"Did your jacket just meow?"

Tommy looks at him sheepishly and then pulls back his jacket to reveal a tiny kitten tucked against his chest. "I can explain."

Buck chuckles, shaking his head fondly, because of course Tommy would and god, he looks especially soft and huggable with a kitten cuddled against his big chest.

"Let me see," Buck reaches to pick up the tiny, fluffy thing, but it squirms and huddles closer to Tommy's face. "Hmm, I think he likes you." Instead, he bends down to take a closer look and that's when he realizes he's a tuxedo cat.

"Well aren't you a distinguished little fellow?" He strokes its head with one finger and the kitten seems to accept it.

Then, he turns to look at Tommy. "He needs a name, don't you think?"

Tommy beams at him. "Does that mean we can keep him?" He asks, hopeful.

Buck shakes his head again, smiling back. "I come home to my hot, beefy man holding a kitten and I'm supposed to say no? I'm only human, you know."

Tommy reaches with his free hand and pulls him in for a quick kiss.

"How about Hannibal?" Tommy murmurs against his lips.

"Hanni-- Tommy, are you naming our cat after a cannibal?!"

"Uh- I mean you said he looked distinguished and when we were watching the show the other night, you joked about Hannibal being like a cat and he wears tuxedos... Come on, it's funny!"

Buck groans, but gives in because it's cute, his boyfriend's cute. Tommy likes to talk about Buck's puppy eyes, but Tommy's are lethal, too.

"Ok, ok, fine, but if he starts bringing us mangled mice corpses or something..."

"To be fair, cats do that."

"Tommy!"

Tommy only laughs, bringing him in for another kiss, as Hannibal purrs contentedly.

[theyungihven]

DUMB DUMB ⁕ SAN

KINKTOBER EVENT

☆ pairing: serial killer san x female reader

⁂ KINKS : bondage, spanking

☆ genre: dark romance, smut

☆ warnings: spanking, mention of murder, morally grey main lead, cursing

☆ word count: who cares

☆ synopsis : he is your murder boyfriend who returns home and walks in onto you fucking yourself on the dildo tied to a human sized teddy bear. so he ties you up with rope as a punishment and edges you, not letting you come till you beg him like an obedient pet

Moans spew from your mouth as they travel to the living from the bedroom and san walks into the house, hanging his coat on the coat hanger and takes off his shoes.

He hears the sounds coming from the bedroom and chuckles, a smirk on his face as he stands in the hallway. He slowly strides towards the door, pushing it open without knocking.

You're too indulged in your own pleasure that you don't notice the door opening and him walking in. His eyes widen as he notices the scene unfolding in front of him.

You sit on top of the teddy bear as you bounce up and down. His smirk grows wider, and he leans against the frame of the door, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

His eyes trail down your body and he notices something....a blue glass dildo strapped to the waist of the teddy bear with a harness? "My, my, what do we have here…?"

You turn around, your head still hazy from the rush of hormones and lust fogging your brain only to look at your boyfriend leaning against the door frame as he eyes you up and down with a smirk. "honey….i can explain…"

He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He strides further into the room, closing the door behind him. "By all means, darling, do explain. I can't wait to hear this."

You take in a deep breathe, getting off the teddy bear as you lift yourself off the dildo and collapse on the bed beside the giant fluff toy "we agreed on something but you were late so i had to do something."

He chuckles softly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He runs his fingers through his hair, looking at you intently. "Ah, yes. I do remember something about that. And what was it, exactly, that we agreed on again?"

"honey today is halloween." you yell, "we agreed on you dressing up as hannibal lecter and me pretending to be your patient whom you lure sexually to be your victim as my psychiatrist." you huff and look at the floor in disappointment. "i didn't expect this from you." you get off and start to walk away.

He watches you as you get off the bed and start to walk away. A smile forms on his lips, and he stands up, catching up to you in a few strides and grabbing your arm, turning you to face him. "Hold on a minute, darling. Where do you think you're going?"

"you forget promises, you pay." His smirk widens.

He grabs your waist with one hand, pulling you closer to him. "Oh, I never forget promises, love. And I have a feeling you're going to be rather…punished for your impatience."

You gulp down your saliva nervously as you look up at him "but- but i didn't do anything." He smirks.

His grip on your waist tightens slightly as he pulls you even closer, his body pressed flush against yours. "Oh, but you did, darling. You know what happens when you don't wait, when you don't follow rules?"

"there were no rules, san." His grip tightens on you. He grins, his grip on you only tightening even further, almost to the point of being painful.

His voice is low, a hint of menace in his tone. "No rules, hm? Well, I think it's about time I enforce a few. You're not going anywhere, darling. You--"

You wince at the painstaking grip. "i am going. cuz i can't be with a man that doesn't respect me and can't keep his word." His smile only widens, as he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him.

"Oh, I don't think so, love. You're not going anywhere. You're mine, and I'm not letting you out of my sight. You can struggle all you want, but you-"

"san." His smirk falters for a moment, but his grip on you doesn't loosen.

"Darling, you're the one spoiling the mood. You're the one who couldn't wait patiently, who had to start things without me."

"we can talk this out i guess."

He loosens his grip slightly, his eyes searching yours. "Fine, then. Let's talk. But you're not leaving this room until we're done talking, understood?"

"yes."

His hands move upwards, grabbing your face. "yes,what?"

"yes,si-sir." He smiles, hearing the slight submissive note in your voice, and leads you back towards the bed, sitting down on the edge.

"Good girl." He pats his lap, gesturing for you to sit down.

You sit on his lap, looking down at the floor in your white lace lingerie. He grins, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer against him. "Look at you. So beautiful, so…. All dressed up in lace and waiting for me to come home."

"i'm sorry i was just sad and one thing lead to another" He runs his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle.

"I understand, love. But you should know better than to start things like that without me." his tone sends shivers down your spine.

"it's just a toy. sorry?" you look at him with puppy eyes and a frown. He chuckles, running his thumb over your cheek.

"You're adorable when you pout like that, you know. But it won't work this time, love. You need to learn a lesson about patience and obedience."

"nooo, please" you protest.

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice low and commanding. "Yes, darling. You need to be punished. You need to remember that you belong to me, and you need to learn to wait for me. Understood?"

"but it's halloween"

He grabs your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "I don't care what day it is. When I give you a command, you obey. And right now, I'm commanding you to take your punishment like a good girl."

"yes" a frown laces your lips as i get tear-eyed.

He chuckles, his thumb wiping away a tear that rolls down your cheek. "Good girl. I know you can be obedient when you want to be."

He pats his lap again. "Now, come here. I need you over my knee."

He grins, and pulls you onto his lap, positioning you over his knee. He runs his hand over your bare thighs, his touch gentle but firm. "Now, I'm going to give you a choice, love. How many spanks do you think you deserve for your impatience?"

"one?" He chuckles, his hand resting on your bottom.

"One, hmm? I think we can do better than that. How about five, then? For five times that you didn't wait for me as I told you to."

"i deserve it" regret laces your tone. His hand squeezes your bottom gently, and he nods.

"Yes, you do. But you want to be a good girl for me, don't you? You want to make me happy?"

you nod. He smiles, his hand coming down on your bottom with a soft smack. "Good. Then you'll take your spanks like a good girl and you'll do your best to learn your lesson, won't you?"

"y-yes" He spanks you again, this time a bit harder.

"Good. You're being so good for me, darling. I'm proud of you. But you can take a little more, can't you?"

"yes i can" He spanks you again, a little harder this time, and then twice in quick succession.

"That's my good girl. Taking your punishment so well. I know it's hard, but you're doing so well."

Tears lace your cheeks so he pulls you up from his lap and onto his lap instead, his arms wrapping around you. "Shhh, it's okay, love. I know it hurts, but you're doing so well. I'm so proud of you." He runs his fingers through your hair, his voice soft and comforting.

"im so sorry i didn't mean to." He gently wipes away the tears from your cheeks with his thumb.

"I know, darling. I know. You were just impatient, and you didn't mean to be naughty. But you need to learn, don't you? So you can be a good girl and make me happy?"

You nod, moving closer to him.

His fingers run through your hair, and he kisses your forehead gently. "Good girl. You're my good girl, and I love you. But disobedience won't be tolerated. Understood?" He lifts your chin up, his eyes meeting yours. There's a hint of possessiveness in his gaze, a sense of ownership. "You're mine, darling. Mine to love, mine to discipline. And I take good care of what's mine, don't I?" you weakly smile and he smirks, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer against him.

"That's right. I take very good care of you, don't I? And I'll always make sure you're safe and happy, even when you misbehave. But I do expect obedience from you, darling."

"i know i'm sorry." He smiles, his hand caressing your cheek.

"I know you are, darling. And I forgive you. But don't let it happen again, understand? You need to be a good girl and wait for me, even when it's hard. Can you do that for me?" you nod. He grins, his fingers tracing over your jawline.

"That's my good girl. You're such a good girl for me. I know you can be obedient when you want to be, and I know you want to make me happy. But don't forget who's in charge. I'm your dominant, your master, and you're my property. Understood?"

"yes."

"yes what, darling?"

"yes,sir." He smiles, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.

"Good. That's my good girl. And you know what happens to disobedience, don't you? You get punished, just like today. And I don't like punishing you, darling. I prefer to reward you, but I will discipline you when it's necessary."

[suchawrathfullamb]

love it when you guys make complex analysis of Alana when the actress and creator of the show themselves admitted she was not complex AT ALL and was just a plot device :) but no keep going, it's endearing that you're so concerned to try to convince everyone that she's a great character and that everyone who disagrees is misogynistic because oh my, god forbid we have nuance, right? lol no but yeah keep it up, it exercises your writing skills and pseudo-intellectualism

[doctorwillseeyou]

Louis sucked him harder hollowing his cheeks as he sucked and bobbing his head up and down.

“I know, but imagine how incredible it will be when Lester’s vision comes to life.” Hannibal told her.

The Menu

Hannibal Lecter was one of the top and most exclusive of chefs. His restaurant always had a long wait list and a price almost just as long. He demanded perfection from his staff both the chefs and the waiters.

His wait staff were run by Jill his efficient hostess who kept everything running so he could focus on the kitchen.

Hannibal was prepping his kitchen, he could look out into the dining room that had been styled to his taste. Jill was the only one he trusted to keep it running.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | your first time together is…your first time (part 2)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Black Christmas, Scream, Dead by Daylight, Hannibal (TV) /Silence of the Lambs, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (og), slashers (general)

♡ characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Billy Lenz, Hannibal Lecter, Bubba Sawyer

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; graphic sexually content!!, mentions of vouyerism, documentation kink (yay Danny), manipulation, breeding kinkish content, lots of cumming inside, light pet play elements

♡ notes; seven babes in one post wowowowow! i’m just trying to get caught up with everyone else before i start doing new prompts. but! i have a big list of new ones do not fear

these weren’t written in one sitting like some of my other fics so i’m sorry if the quality wildly varies

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Jason Vorhees

> It’s been gentle coaxing towards each step of the relationship with Jason

> And while you have the patience of a saint when it comes to that man, you’re also incredibly pent up. You’re just as much of a virgin as him and starting to wish he’d fix that.

> But you keep it to yourself, not wanting the pressure him into anything and getting yourself off when he’s not there. It worked well enough before after all.

> One day he comes home when you’re in the middle of mastrubating and you quickly scramble to hide the fact

> He knows somethings up right away, you’re covering yourself with a blanket and red faced…He’s repressed, not stupid.

> You apologize meekly and expect him to walk away - instead he grabs the blanket and pulls you forward by your thighs

> “J-Jason- baby? Are you going to-?”

> He pushes his mask up and goes down on you like a man starved… he may or may not have been home earlier than you realized, listening to you whimpering and moaning his name

> And getting you off ends up getting him very excited- excited enough that he doesn’t care about anything but doing it again

> And if you want him inside you, he’s more than happy to oblige.

> You shyly straddle him and sink onto his cock, holding onto him tightly

> He hides his face in your neck as you slowly move, murmuring sweet words of encouragement to him

> “Jason, it’s so good- you feel so good-“

> After a bit he holds your hips, fingers digging in as you get him closer and closer

> You gasp as he comes inside by accident, too shy to admit you liked the feeling

> He doesn’t even pull out as he holds you, knowing that as soon as he can, he’ll be helping you ride him again

Bo Sinclair

> It slips out when you’re cuddling and watching but not watching some silly movie with copious sex scenes

> “What’s your favorite position, darlin’?”

> “Hm? Oh, I dunno?”

> “Top three then-“

> “Bo I haven’t even-“. You blush bright red as he slowly grins

> He doesn’t leave it along the rest of the day- he has cute little innocent virgin partner

> He likes it way too much- and you like his fixation on it too much

> When you get him alone again you huff and straddle him “Stop teasin. Show me your favorite position, then.”

> You don’t have to tell him twice- and he’s a gentleman, letting you ride his face before he finally fucks you

> He’s got chest against your back and hand between your legs as he slowly uses you

> “Fuck- you’re squeezing my cock so tight- pretty little fucking virgin-“

> His dirty talk gets you both off…again, and again, and again…

> He doesn’t stop until you start whining and pushing his hand away, overstimulated and sore

> “Fine, fine…we’ll try the other top two tomorrow,”

Vincent Sinclair

> Honestly, Vince isn’t huge on sex

> When you offhandedly mention you haven’t done anything before he doesn’t mind and he doesn’t get overly excited like some people.

> He let’s you make the first move

> …or at least he’s going to, but you don’t say anything about it for a long while

> He finally asks softly if you want him to touch you.. and meekly you say yes

> You’re not sure who’s happier- you as he makes you come with just his hand, or him getting to watch you

> After a few days of this you finally get the nerve to ask to do more- his good side goes bright red at the idea of you touching him and you giggle and praise him the entire time.

> But about halfway through he makes you stop and pins you- still gentle but very daring for him

> You giggle again “…wanna go all the way?”

>He nods eagerly and he positions you- very gentle missionary with his forehead against yours

> Even inside you he stops so he doesn’t cum, coaxing you over the edge twice before he gets too close

> The third time you cum you wrap your legs around him and make sure he can’t pull out

> He’s so apologetic after he cums inside- but quite pleased in the same breath

Danny Johnson

> The conversation comes up when he asks you to model for him- a boudoir shoot, naturally

> You’re his muse already- but he wants to shoot more than just your pretty face and the hickies he leaves

> He’s surprised when you’re shy and look away, mumbling that you aren’t pretty enough for that

> “Course you are babydoll- no way no one’s ever told you that. Unless you were screwing them with the lights off-“

> “Danny I haven’t screwed anyone.” You pout

> He tries his best to hide his perverse excitement and looks determined- he’s got an idea…Those usually don’t end well

> Next thing you know he’s pulled a mirror to face the bed and has you on his lap, kissing at your neck and feeling you up.

> He spreads your legs and makes you look as he starts to touch you- you’re not sure if it’s the lewd situation or just him that makes you cum faster than you have ever before

> He makes just as much of a show of cleaning up the mess you’ve made on his hand, and you can feel how hard he is against your ass

> You pull yourself together enough to pout and grind down on him- that’ll show him

> Your revenge quickly backfires as he manhandles you to your hands and knees, grinding against you in a much more expert manner

> It doesn’t take long before you’re babbling beneath him, begging to take him

> He takes his sweet time teasing you- once he’s finally inside you’re pushing yourself back against him, fucking yourself with him

> He lets you do the work- it makes it easier for him to enjoy the show

> At least until he’s about to cum

> Then he pulls you up, making you watch in the mirror with one hand and holding you against him with the other

> “Fuck- look at you- that’s my good fucking baby (/girl/boy)!”

> When he pulls out it splatters across the mirror and he grins and gets a picture- just your bodies in the reflection

> If you thought you’re getting away to rest though…you were mistaken- he had a lot more pictures to take, and a lot more methods to get you to make pretty faces for them

Billy Lenz

> Billy takes things fast. He’s depraved an eager man.

> You aren’t very far into the relationship when he lets his hands wander while you’re cuddling

> He frowns when you push his hands away insistently- you’d talked so confidently about this on the phone…

> “I wanna touch my pretty toy-“

> You mumble something he can’t hear- making you pout as he tilts his head and leans in closer curiously

> “You’ve never- oh.” His grin is huge and excited

> After some convincing you make it a game- how long can you two go without going too far?

> While you want to have sex with him, you’re nervous, so you figure that’ll buy you time to muster up enough courage

> But Billy being Billy, it isn’t long until he finds a shortcut- he bites and kisses and laps your neck and grinds up on you every single time he gets the chance

> If it was PG-13 before, you were heading fast to an R rating

> Finally you can’t stand it any more as he’s got you on his knee, pushing it up as he oh so innocently rubs your hips and kisses you

> “Billyyyy- please — I need it-“

> “Need what?” For once he’s acting coy- so you quickly show him as you undo his pants

> He’s all giggles and moans when you blow him- cumming down your throat quickly

> And before you can move he flips you, going down on you and to your chagrin already hard before you cum once

> But he’s not a monster- or maybe he is, because before he’s even got it in you you’re whining that it’s all too much

> He licks away your overwhelmed tears as he slowly pushes in, cooing softly for once

> Though as soon as your comfortable he’s saying the filthiest things in order to coax louder and louder moans out of you

> Without warning or real permission he cums inside, grinning at the mess and finger fucking whatever leaks out back inside as he coaxes you to another orgasm

> Once he’s finally done late into the night, he holds you tight and continues to coo praises - Billy’s baby was so good! -and he knew they’d be just as good for him in the morning

Hannibal Lecter

> Hannibal knows almost everything about you, especially if you ever began as his patient

> Even if you don’t tell him expressly, he has his theories- but he’s not trying to be too forward

> It’s going to be your idea when he shamelessly uses you :)

> He has it planned to the T as well- you’re having a sweet little date night in and he’s admiring you on the couch

> Perched on his lap you giggle and shiver as he gently brushes your neck, and your thigh, and your stomach- each a little “accident”

> Not that you’re complaining or he’s apologizing for the increasingly lingering touches

> “…darling? Ah- we’ve never done anything before but…”

> “But what my love?”

> “Can you pretty please touch me?”

> He’s so proud of his little pet and tells you as much as he lays you down right there, going a step forward and using his mouth

> Of course he wants, needs to taste you

> But he doesn’t let you come- not yet

> No, he makes sure you’re already riding him slow and deep by the time he makes you come for the first time

> He stops and showers you in praise before helping you move again

> He wants you to crave him inside- and by the way you’re already whimpering with every little move he thinks it’s working

> He’s territorial- coming inside isn’t even a question, even if he pretends it it

> “Good puppy…Very good. Master’s going to cum- are you going to let me cum in that pretty little hole?”

> As you manage a blissed out sound, you’re sent over the edge and he takes the moment to cum inside

> You only hum an acknowledgment as he pulls out and lays you down, practically tucking you in with him

> What a good pet you made…

Bubba Sawyer

> Bubba is so scared of sex at first…Well, small correction- he’s scared of having sex with you.

> I mean Drayton’s idea of sex ed was simply not telling him about it because he didn’t ask “Sex is- well nobody knows!”

> And from what he’s read in books and heard on the radio, it’s sinful and dirty and ruins you

> And he’d never want to dirty you. You were the nicest, cleanest thing in his life.

> So when you ask him if he’s had sex he vehemently shakes his head and you tell him you haven’t either. Good!

> “Well- ah- would you want to? With me, I mean?”

> He’s absolutely shocked- didn’t you know it was dirty?

> “We don’t have to- I just- I really like you. I wanna make you feel good.”

> Maybe he had some details wrong. That’s what he tries to reason as he lets you take his mask off and undo his pants. He’d try it, but if he felt wrong, he’d stop so you both stayed clean…

> It takes all his will not to immediately buck up into your throat when you put him in your mouth.

> You’re sloppy and clumsy and he’s just the same, groaning and whining and gripping the sheets. Before he can finish you pull off and he pouts.

> “C-can we- I mean- can I-“ You huff and get frustrated at your own embarrassment, starting to slip your shirt off and hoping he gets the message.

> He goes red and nods quickly, practically tackling you and kissing you sweetly before he moves into position

> You help him ease himself into you , whimpering and making sure he’s comfortable too

> “Oh my god- that’s it baby- just like that,”

> The praise makes him move harder than he means to but god you’re grateful

> When he does come he pulls out and paints your stomach- and as soon as he realizes you haven’t done the same he uses his hand to correct that.

> He holds you tight and doesn’t let go the rest of the night, keen on trying more in the morning

[honeygrahambitch]

Summary: "Will and Hannibal accidentally picked the same victim" or "two wolves fighting for prey"

Will watched as Dave Miller left the pub and got into a black chevy. He followed him home, already familiar with the way. It was the sixth night in a row when he was observing his daily habits.

The FBI had let him go because of the lack of proofs, even if everyone knew what that man had done. And it was not that Will was entering his vigilante era. It was something else.

Besides the satisfaction he would get from feeling righteous, he would harvest a piece and bring it to Hannibal. The idea of surprising Hannibal was what brought him a certain thrill which he was not so proud of.

**

Hannibal waited in the parking lot as Dave Miller parked his car in the drive way. He was hoping his Bentley would not stand out in the neighborhood. Certainly not fitting for the place.

Dave had been extremely rude to him when he had to assess him for the FBI. So rude that he could not forgive him. It was probably a week since he had been following him around.

Besides the fact that Mr. Miller was a pig, he needed to get a few things out of his system. Will had been awfully unavailable during the last few days. Always busy in the evenings, never available for dinner and no more good night texts.

Hannibal had promised himself he would give Will all the space in the world to figure out his own design and his place in their relationship. He would not rush and he would not push him and he would not force him into doing anything that felt unnatural.

That didn't stop Hannibal from dreaming about the day they would hunt those pigs together. When he would watch the gleam in Will's eyes as he would watch the life fade away from their victim. The way he would be so proud of his Will and he would admire the whole scene the same way one feels when they have an epiphany.

That image would have to suffice until Will would feel ready.

**

"Dinner tonight?" He asked Will the next day, just as he was about to leave the FBI building.

He would have dinner with Will, maybe even more, then he could go to end Mr. Miller. And Will would wait for him at home. Or he would choose to join him. The idea of bringing food to his beloved made him feel warm inside.

"I can't." Will replied. Not tonight. Not when it would be the night he would kill Dave. Then he would present himself in front of Hannibal's door and he would bring him his victim. "I need to finish a few reports."

His prey. His prey that he would bring to Hannibal as an offering.

"I miss you." Hannibal replied.

"I miss your food too." Will said, the grin on his face betraying his true feelings.

"That is reassuring. You know, you can work on your reports at my place too."

"Too many distractions."

Hannibal hummed to that, kissed him on the cheek and left.

So be it then.

**

A Friday night. As expected, Dave Miller was in his living room watching TV. Not for long.

Will had sneaked in earlier when Dave had parked his car in the garage. Already used with the format of the house, he walked down the small hall and entered the kitchen. From there he could see the light from the TV. He only needed a few seconds to think his attack through.

**

Hannibal had entered the house through an open window on the first floor. He had left it open for himself the day before when he had entered the house in order to get used to the rooms and with Mr. Miller's evening habits. It was the time the pig would be watching TV.

Hannibal went downstairs, as quiet and delicate as a cat, holding his scalpel in his hand. The light from the TV came from the living room. He would enter, come from behind the armchair and slit his throat. The idiot would be too focused on his stupid football game to hear him come.

He was ready to attack when he saw movement in the darkness from the kitchen. Was Mr. Miller not in the living room at that moment? Was Mr. Miller not alone? He would have to kill everyone in the house then.

He made up his mind to start with the one in the kitchen.

**

Will saw a silhouette coming downstairs. Then Dave was not watching TV? Why wasn't he moving anymore? Was that someone else? He would have to take that person down first since he was staying in his way towards the living room.

**

Hannibal saw the figure launch at him, so he did just the same, both of them as quiet as possible. His scalpel was just about to pierce the neck of the intruder when his arm was grabbed forcefully and bent to his back. With the aching muscle and useless arm, he used his mouth to bite the neck of his attacker, making him yelp. With his hand now free, he could finally use his scalpel and finish him off was it not for the very familiar scent.

"Will?"

With one hand on his bleeding neck, adrenaline rushing through him, before he could process it, Will punched his attacker's face with all the force he had. Hannibal was too stunned by his previous realization to dodge.

When he fell onto the floor, the light from the TV in the living room revealed his face.

Will froze as if he could not process what just happened.

"The fuck?" Will mouthed to Hannibal as he forgot about the blood flowing from his neck. He fell to his knees in order to lean over Hannibal, lift his face and inspect it. Blood was just starting to flow from his nose, down his already stained lips. "Dammit, Hannibal."

"That was not bad." Hannibal murmured as he regained his consciousness. He instinctively reached for Will's neck. He was grateful he had not bitten harder into the skin. No permanent damage done. A wide smile appeared on his face.

"Who's there?" Dave's voice came from the living room.

Will quickly helped Hannibal get up.

"I got this." Will said, preparing himself.

"Sorry, baby, but he is mine." Hannibal whispered back.

"No, I've been following him for a week."

"Me as well."

Will was about to learn that he could not steal another predator's prey. Not when he had followed it for so long. Not when he needed to kill that man in order to pull himself together about the fact that his Will had been actively ignoring him.

As they stared at each other, Hannibal realized a second too late that Will rushed towards the living room. He chased after him and grabbed his middle in an attempt to pull him down. Doing that and holding the scalpel in such a way that it wouldn't touch Will happened to be a difficult task.

Even more so when Mr. Miller jumped from the armchair, trying to assess the scene in his living room.

"Fuck you." Will said as he got up to his feet and tried to pull Hannibal away from their victim. When that didn't work he kicked the back of his knees, making him lose his balance.

Mr. Miller was so taken aback by the two strangers who seemed to have a conflict of their own that he didn't have any reaction when Will pushed him onto the floor and wrapped his arm around his neck, leaving him little room to breath.

"Although I have never been more in love with you than I am in this very moment," Hannibal started while breathing heavily, "do not get in between me and my pig. There will be many others for you, my darling. And if you want, we can end this one together." He tried to negotiate.

Will shook his head, not loosening his grip. "Just let me do everything tonight. Then you can cook for us."

"Cook?" The man yelped, making Will strengthen his grip more.

"I really need to..." Hannibal said as he pointed towards his scalpel. It was a need. An urge that he could not contain. Especially when his blood was boiling through his veins.

"No." Will said as he was preparing to snap his neck. "I am capable."

"I could never contest that, my beloved. My week was awful, I need to let it out." Hannibal said carefully trying not to provoke Will into doing something impulsively.

"I've been waiting for so long for this. And I was going to bring him to you. And you were going to..." Will's pupils were dilated, his breathing was hard. A vein on his temple almost popping.

Hannibal realized Will looked exactly like a wolf about to devour its prey.

"What, what was I going to?" More important than killing that pig was understanding Will's design. His motive was part of his design. And Hannibal was just realizing he had been part of Will's design all along.

"You were going to appreciate it, Hannibal, dammit. You were not going to expect me to bring you a body. You were supposed to..."

...Look at me the way you look now.

Will realized the admiration and fascination in Hannibal's eyes were real. What he wanted to achieve was in fact happening in front of him.

"You wanted to kill him for me." Hannibal thought loudly. He sat on the floor to be on the same level as Will and leaned in to caress his cheek. Both of them ignored the man who was struggling almost in between them. "I promise I have never been more impressed and honored in my entire life."

The wild look in Will's eyes softened, as if he had been tamed. He leaned in Hannibal's touch.

"We are idiots." Will concluded. He was so focused on Hannibal's touch that he did not pay attention to his grip which was no longer as tight as earlier. In the split of a second, Dave moved his arm from around his neck and tried to escape.

Hannibal's scalpel quickly found his artery, causing the blood to splatter on them both until the body went limp next to them.

"My fault." Will said as he tried to wipe away some blood off his forehead. "You were saying distracting things that I was unfortunately longing to hear."

"I'm sorry I had to take this from you. I was really going to let you end him. I only wanted to kill him because I felt like you were losing interest in me. The whole week. You were probably focused on catching...him."

Will nodded. "I really wanted you to see what I am capable of."

"I did see and I am so in love." Hannibal said as he held Will's hand and kissed it tenderly. "Let's take care of this mess."

Will nodded.

He had not had the chance to kill anyone that night. Yet, his heart was beating loudly.

[glitter-hound]

saw this post and now i can't stop thinking about how will never talks casually around hannibal despite us knowing he is fully capable of doing so.

that scene with molly on the phone demonstrates this so well- will is fully capable of chatting and joking around and not talking through indirect gestures nearing the realm of poetry, but he never does that with hannibal.

with hannibal he speaks like a poet. not to say he's rambunctious around everyone else, of course he's a quiet and blunt person. but as their connection continues on, will seems to pick up hannibal's artsy, aesthetic, scholarly way of speaking. mirroring the one person who makes him feel safe.

it seems like anything other than poetry doesn't feel adequate for them, the way they make each other feel isn't done justice by anything casual. it'd be like calling the sistine chapel "cool". when they speak to each other, all the words that leave their mouths are always completely intentional. they treat conversation like a flirty game of chess.

i love hannibal because its a love story told through the lens of violence and murder and pain and torture, but its all about something as soft and sweet as two people not knowing how to speak to each other.

i think that's a large part of why their love feels so warm despite everything. it's earnest, it's juvenile, and it's beauty is most often manifested through carefully thought out words, and the occasional indirect confession of how much they matter to the other. they don't need touch, they just want to make poetry out of one another ˊᵕˋ

[deftresolve]

taghed by @iiluvkiss last song: i love my room by Elliott smith

favorite color: blye

last book I finsihdde: fucking. Fgight club probably i don't reember I haven't been reading much revently

last tv show I watched: Hannibal. I have;t finished it

sweet/spicy/savory: spicy fs

relationship status: marrued basically . To my boyfriend I love him

last thing i googled: i think its funnier if you see it I don't know

current obsession: saw, Hannibal(I can feel the hyperfixation.coming Watch out.), obscure disturbing films umnnmmm I don't know ive become a bit of a film buff recently

looking forward to: summer 2025 (mmy boyfriend visit hooray hooray!!! hooray! runsa round and jumps up and down and runs around)

tagging @placebo-ambrosia @user8061977 @ilikefoodandyourmom @leighcest @station26 @justastupidlittlelesbian i don't jhave. Ten people whoops.

10 people i’d like to get to know better

tagged by @bubonicbabybell <3

Last song: meat is murder by the smiths

favorite color: orange 🍊

last book i finished: bliss montage

last tv show i watched: supernatural (s12)

sweet/spicy/savory: savory? i honestly dont have a preference

relationship status: single

last thing i googled: stardew valley wiki 💀

current obsession: dead poets society + the sims 4

looking forward to: halloween! and nanowrimo

tagging > @laceyc0bwebs @thelifeofagirl @chiiiiiiiiiiiiiii (i have no other mutuals and am lowkey scared to tag people i follow so sorry this is supposed to be 10)

[eel-in-viscera]

My gender is the hours hannibal spent in the snow behind wills house crying before he turned himself in.

Like he really took his freedom from him huh. How COULD you will graham. After all the things hannibal went through in that fucking episode will turns around and breaks up with him???? Do you know how many moments will could've gone, hey this murder thing is pretty neet and so is my handsome lithuanian boyfriend who loves me very much. I'm going to keep it this way BUT NOOO he just can't accept himself and has to make it everyone else's problem!

People have DIED. People have been in so so much pain, needless pain because will can't just make his mind up. We don't need to be a bi stereotype right now will, we're better than this. Get your head in the game.

Hannibal was bound in that uncomfortable ass position for hours, naked. That's a terribly ungraceful position. He was fucking branded. He was kidnapped and shipped from europe to america, arriving upside-down amougst hanging dead pigs. Who knows how many people he had to kill with the hammer to save will. "Them all" apparently! Killed cordel and milked an unconscious man's prostate with a cattle prod. And then he carried will home through the snow for HOURS after all of that. And then will broke up with him!? How absurdly ungrateful. Not forgiving you for this one buddy.

[pessimist-felix]

You know you’re obsessed when you religiously listen to Hannibal’s soundtrack.

[fel-09]

The thing that fills the empty room

-"You know, this is the last thing I would want to see in my house"

Hannibal's words seemed to have no taste when he said it, without surprise or shock, just an ordinary reaction to a situation that he was seeing for the first time in his home

You were lying on the floor of the bathroom, and around you were various tablets with their packaging, Your eyes were almost lifeless gray, your fingernails were uneven and bloody, it was clear that you had been biting them.

The hair lay on the floor, tangled and shapeless, the man only winced at this sight, it was not often that such expressions were noticed on his face, but sometimes there were situations

He came up to you and started dragging you across the floor like some kind of corpse, putting you in the bathtub he poured cold water so that you would remain conscious.

Taking the bucket, he placed it next to the bathtub and lay down with you so that you were sitting on his hips in the water, pressing your back against him.

Two fingers immediately appeared in your mouth,he finding certain point in your throat and pressed on it Immediately after this, everything that was in your stomach came out through your mouth.

This went on for about an hour until Hannibal stood up and washed his hands, there was still a dissatisfied expression on his face, He was tired of messing around with you, either you didn't eat or you didn't want to talk to him.

-"Next time, dear, if you want to do something like that, I suggest you die in a more effective way."

Hannibal picked you up and took you to the room, immediately changing you into other clothes and drying you with a towel. He had to work for an hour to remove all the trash.

Lying on the bed, you thoughts wandered about everything possible... He didn't care, that was clear... He would even be glad to see you dead, there would be less housework, but he tried to contain himself so as not to kill with his own hands

This was not love and never will be, because Hannibal didn’t need it , He needed someone who would wait for him at home, so that he wouldn’t feel empty in the house, he needed Soulless thing.

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If anyone wants the part 2, let me know.

[grahamcr4ck3r]

“I’m afraid Will opened a door to himself. and no one knows how to close it again.”

Will’s peers can see the change in him since he was in prison, and released from prison. After his attempted murder on Hannibal, he’s become more shamless, and others can see it too. The second part of the quote shows that, now that Will is acknowledging his darker tendencies, it’ll be hard, if not impossible for him to go back to hiding them.

The show has themes of self acceptance. with will being autistic, many of these themes can be linked to neurodivergenancy. Will opening himself up to who he truly is can be associated with a neurodivergent person stopping masking for the sake of others, and accepting oneself for who they are

[gliphyartfan]

Can I send you this idea. Imagine all the chain as horror movie slasher during Halloween.

Halloween never dies I suppose. 🎃

Time would go for the classic Michael Myers look with the jumpsuit, white mask, and eerie, silent presence. He nails the intense, watchful silence, drifting in and out of shadows without a word, making everyone around him feel a little uneasy.

The others try to get him to talk, but Time just stares, almost too committed to the role. (At some point, he even sneaks up on one of the others just to stand there and watch them. )

Twilight decides on Ghostface lurking around corners and calling people with an old landline he managed to find. (That or Wild found it I dunno) He has a little too much fun sneaking up on Wind and Hyrule, whispering, “What’s your favorite scary movie?” in the dark before darting out of sight. (He may have enjoyed the movies a bit too much)

(Though if he wanted away from the Halloween excitement, he’d just stay as Wolfie and snooze away)

Wild goes all out as Leatherface, with a homemade, cobbled together mask that looks unsettlingly realistic and an apron he distressed just for this night.

He brings along a toy chainsaw he modified to make loud noises, and he runs around with it, revving it up while grinning in a way that’s a little too convincing. The whole chainsaw act is both hilarious and terrifying. (Especially when he starts chasing after Legend, who absolutely hates the noise.)

Speaking of him, Legend embodies Freddy Krueger with the classic striped sweater, hat, and even a glove with fake blades. He takes on Freddy’s twisted humor, tossing out snarky, creepy one-liners and getting far too into the role.

He’s practically taunting everyone all night, and at some point, he even starts ‘haunting’ the others’ dreams (or at least pretending to). He just enjoys sneaking up on people. (And if he makes use of Ravio’s magic bracelet, well no one can call him out)

Hyrule dresses as Jason, complete with the hockey mask and machete (a fake one, but it’s convincing enough).

He’s eerily silent, just standing behind people without saying a word and waiting for them to notice.

When he’s caught, he tilts his head slowly, trying to add to the creepy vibe. His innocent, quiet nature makes him surprisingly convincing. The others start getting spooked when they realize Hyrule’s really good at not making a sound.

Four, would choose to go as something loosely based on Pennywise, (wait does he count as a slasher??? Eh, too lazy to research properly) but instead of just a clown, he’s more of a shapeshifter.

His costume is a mix of colors, almost resembling his split forms, with unsettling makeup and sharp, exaggerated features. He occasionally splits into his colors to make people think he’s rapidly switching between different personalities. He does the whole creepy clown act, jumping between cheerful and sinister with unsettling ease. More than once people thought he was really warping around behind them.

Wind picks Chucky, with the overalls, striped shirt, and red hair. He even carries around a fake knife and leans into the whole ‘possessed doll’ vibe, taunting everyone with his small but fierce presence.

He’s surprisingly committed to the act, running around and shouting things like, “Wanna play?” in the most disturbing way he can manage. Despite his age, he’s genuinely intimidating, using his small stature to his advantage to creep around and sneak up on the others. (Trust me I was stuck between him and Four. Both would fit each others costumes.)

As for Sky? Ya know what, Sky goes for the cold, calculated menace of Hannibal Lecter. He wears a straitjacket with the infamous mask that covers his mouth, giving him an eerie, restrained appearance.

Sky leans into the eerie calm and unnervingly polite nature of Lecter, calmly staring at the others with unsettling intensity, speaking softly and choosing his words carefully, almost like he’s assessing each of them. He doesn’t do much more than that, but his chillingly calm demeanor is enough to unnerve everyone, especially when he starts making cryptic comments about “having them for dinner.”

Warriors goes as Patrick Bateman, the well-dressed but psychotic character from American Psycho. He wears a suit with a clear raincoat over it and carries around a fake blood-stained axe for full effect.

He leans into the unnervingly cheerful and charismatic side of Bateman, delivering disturbingly enthusiastic monologues about things like weapon quality, armor polishing, or favorite foods, all while swinging the axe casually.

He’s surprisingly convincing, getting a little too into character as he grins at the others, his gaze almost unnaturally intense. He manages to freak everyone out just by acting overly ‘normal,’ with a hint of something dark underneath. (….i dunno if he’s acting or just letting his Yandere behavior shine through 😀)

[talktonytome]

I love how, after Freddie called Will and Hannibal murder husbands and said they ran off to Europe together, Will never denied it lmao. And we know he had no problem giving Freddie a piece of his mind. He was just like “ok yeah, fair”