#hannibal lecter blurbs

[calummss]

Mads Mikkelsen Headcanon: Dating A Younger Woman Would Include

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the age gap i'm thinking of is 20-35 years, so if it makes you uncomfortable do not read!

you would probably meet randomly at a park, both of you walking alone and bumping into each other

let’s add the cliché where one of you is holding a cup of coffee and it goes everywhere, staining the two of you

instead of glares or words of anger, you both chuckle at each other and laugh, apologising with grins on your face

he offers you some money for new clothes but you deny

you start to talk and realise similar interest and it all kind of comes naturally

both of you had intentions of frienly acquaintances but slowly evolved into friends that went out for dinner or drink every couple of months

i feel like you would be the first to fall for him

you knew that he was significantly older than you but your heart saw right past that

mads never brought up the topic because he thought it would be weird and didn’t want to destroy the newly friendship

but one day you were bold enough to ask him if he thought of you more as a friend

he stumbled over his words a few times but ultimately admitted his affection for you

you kissed him to let him know you felt the same way

secretly knowing that mads was an actor, you approached the relationship carefully, always making sure that you were alone or not as seen to avoid paparazzi

which did not work because 5 months into the relationship a famous paparazzi released the pictures because he knew the age difference would cause a scandal

and you were right

newsites, twitter, every social media app was talking about it; his fans especially where halved. some backing up the relationship, others not

the two of you pulled away even more and stayed in his home in denmark

your parents contacted you after seeing you on the internet

they were weirded out who am i kidding?

they met him and talked

realised that you are in love and couldn’t really disagree because you’re both consenting adults but it took them a while to get adjusted

you spent the next couple of months doings various things:

baking (your mother’s blueberry and raspberry chocolate muffins)

walks in the park

snuggling up on the couch watching throwback movies

dancing to songs

your favourite being i wanna be yours by arctic monkey

and your favourite activity was mads bringing you breakfast to bed…

when everything died around your dating scandal, you slowly started to go out into the world again

mads bringing you as a date to an award show where he mentioned you in his winning speech

your relationship faces ups and downs but you know that it was meant to be

[coryosbaby]

You fog up my brain, you make me insane… Hannibal Lecter x fem! Reader

Synopsis: examining your shared obsession

content warning . 18+, MDNI oral fixations, codependency, heavy biting kink, mentions of cannibalism. Blood, teeth, and body worship

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Hannibal opens his mouth for her whenever she asks. Nimble, soft padded fingertips touch the tip of his tongue and move even further. Over his teeth, the expanse of his gums. She rubs her tongue over her own canines in retaliation. The urge to bite into him is so incredibly chastising.

She almost does it, a few times. When his throat is close, she leaves a few marks. Her teeth sink into him and leave a clear indent, though she vows never to reveal muscle, blood, or bone. Her hands run through his hair, and she douses her own in his shampoo when she’s in the shower. His nails are clipped short; she bites hers clear down to the nub. He tells her to kiss him, and she does— teeth biting his lip, tongue roaming that mouth she loves oh so much. Close to drawing blood, but not quite.

Until he tells her to. One mindless, rainy night, her body is sprawled out on top of his, thighs on either side of his hips. The ribbon in her hair is the only thing you could consider covering her. And him, the rings adorning his fingers. His bare chest is enticing, and she leaves sweet lipstick prints along the skin. He soothes her heated neck with his hand, proving coolness and relief. She runs her blunt nails through the hair peppering his chest.

“I want to crawl inside your skin and never leave.” She mumbles, her face nuzzling him.

He doesn’t find this to be scary, or vile. He feels exactly the same way, and nods along. He trails a finger up her hip and back down again.

“I would let you,” and then, as his nose moves up to nuzzle her own, “you’re special.”

Her lashes flutter and she sighs in content. His arms wrap around her back and he pulls her down to his lips. When he kisses her, it’s on the cheeks, forehead, and nose.

“My special girl.”

A small smile, pouty lips kissing him right back. She grabs his much larger hand into her own, presses his wrist to her lips and feels the heartbeat underneath the skin.

He licks his lips and guides her hand to his torso, settling right above his navel.

“Bite me here,” he murmurs, and she lets out a tiny squeak.

“What?”

“Here. Bite me here, I want to feel your teeth.”

She can never deny him, and she would never dare question him. She moves lower so her head is face to face with his waist. Her teeth scrape against his flesh, tasting sweat and skin.

Hannibal. She tastes Hannibal.

She bites, hard. The older man below her lets out a groan, feeling her break the skin and draw red rivulets of blood, finally.

She’s no vampire, of course. But his blood fills something in her— a completion. A promise.

When she pulls away, her teeth are red. The large indentation on his skin makes her rut down against his thigh. Her fingers slip against the wound as she adjusts— a happy little accident. She presses them into his mouth and feels the soft expanse of his tongue and his teeth. He stares up at her as he sucks them. He releases them from his mouth with a lewd pop, inhaling through his teeth. She tilts her head, almost in awe of him.

“You’re beautiful.” she says timidly.

He smiles softly.

“And you’re perfect, you know,” he replies. “Anyone would be a fool not to worship you, darling.”

Heat creeps up her neck, and when the man reaches up to tug the pink ribbon out of her hair, she whines.

“It took me forever to do my hair like this!” she exclaims.

“Mmm..” Hannibal replies, and looks at her hair, as if examining. “I already ruined it when I was fucking you, don’t you think?”

She flushes. The man below her begins wrapping the ribbon around her head. Her brows furrow, but not before they’re raising as he slips the ribbon into her mouth and gags her with it.

“Need to muzzle you good, don’t I? Since you love biting me so much.”

He watches the way her drool begins soaking through the fabric. Seeing her distraught face, he coos, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweet girl. But you need to be controlled, disciplined,” and then, “You know I only want what’s best for you.”

She whimpers, hips grinding down onto his crotch. He’s hard now, leaking and ready to slip inside her, and that he does. Spreading her cheeks apart, his tip probes her already filled hole. He had fucked her an hour before, filled her to the brim with his seed, and now he intends to do it again.

He sheathes inside in one go. Her eyes roll back, clit throbbing as he flattens his feet on the bed and thrusts up. Her body falls forward, causing him to bury his face into her collarbone, and he grunts against her. She feels something sharp against her shoulder— teeth.

He bites down, hard. She lets out a yell, feeling him sink into her skin. He has surely drawn blood, because when he pulls away his lips are stained red.

“See?” He asks her, licking his lips. “Now we match, lover. It’s perfect, isn’t it?”

Tears fall down her cheeks, and she nods. It is perfect.

It’s even more perfect when Hannibal uses the strength of his hips to turn the girl onto her back. She lets out a mewl, and with his cock still in her, Hannibal grabs her roughly by her thighs as he’s on his knees. Her back arches as he pulls her legs over his own, fucking her down onto his thick length. He grabs the soft expanse of her waist, grunting as he watches her tits jiggle with every thrust.

“That’s it,” he breathes, as she squirms underneath him. “Such an obedient girl for me.”

She doesn’t know where to put her hands, so with her most basic instinct she presses them on top of Hannibal’s own. He grabs them, holding them against her skin and cooing.

“I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

These words comfort her, bring a relief to her fuzzy brain, and she needs him closer. Closer, closer, closer.

She pulls his hands towards her, signaling for him to move. He moves forward, pressing himself against her body.

“I don’t want to crush you,” he says, and she bites her lip.

“I do.”

He does anything she asks, really. He puts all of his weight on her, lets her nails rake down his back and draw blood. She sinks her teeth into him more, rubs the blood on her lips and kisses him. He licks into her mouth and when he pulls away it’s so he can spit onto her tongue. She swallows it greedily, her heels pressing into his hips as he pounds her mercilessly. One hand moves to her clit, rubbing it deftly between his fingers, and his other hand goes to her throat, which he lightly squeezes.

“Look at you,” he praises, watching her lidded eyes. “So pretty and pliant for me. So beautiful.”

“Hanni—“ she starts, but it’s cut off as her orgasm rapidly approaches. “I’m gonna cum—“

“Cum for me,” Hannibal growls. “Cum for me, gorgeous. Fucking soak me.”

That’s all the command she needs. She seizes up, whimpers loudly as she reaches her peak, her eyes rolling back as she cries out his name. Hannibal watches with a small smile, but not before the clenching of her orgasming cunt has his mouth falling open as he gives two final, harsh thrusts. He spills into her with his teeth on her neck, fucks his cum into her, warm and wet.

She milks him for all he has. Her cunt takes his spend greedily, spilling over the rim of her hole and onto the sheets. Hannibal stays inside for a moment to catch his breath, deciding to collapse onto her. Not that she minds; he isn’t that heavy, and she likes the weight of him. He buries his face in her neck and sighs, absolutely spent.

“My darling girl.” he murmurs, as if in a trance. She hums a timid reply, her fingers curling into his graying locks. He kisses her on the jugular. She kisses him on the forehead. He means everything to her.

“My darling boy.” She replies. He chuckles, lifting his head and kissing her on the mouth again. She bites his bottom lip teasingly and worries the skin in between her teeth. It draws more blood, and she licks it up with her tongue.

When Hannibal pulls away, his cock slips out of her. She feels his cum dripping out of her entrance, but she ignores it. Instead, she opts for curling up on his chest again, her leg slung over his hip and her hand rubbing over the bite mark she had given him. He grabs her wrist, slipping her index finger into his mouth and suckling. She runs the pad of it over his teeth, a little crooked but absolutely perfect to her.

When she falls asleep, fingers in his mouth, she’s never been more satiated.

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[arabellavernierwrites]

patched up. will graham.

summary : after accidentally slicing your hand open in the kitchen , will takes care of you.

word count : 463

warnings : mention of knives , mention of blood , mention of injury (cut from knife) , brief swearing , mentions of pain

a/n : hello everyone !!! thank you so much for how kind and supportive you all are. the fact that anyone reads my writing is such an honor and i’m so appreciative of all of you. i wanted to make something a little short today , an idea that came to me this morning. i adore will graham and would love to write for him more , so if you have any requests , please send them in !!! have an amazing wonderful incredible day , love you guys !!!

dinnertime had rolled around once again.

mid-evening, the last remaining golden glow of the sun before it tucked itself in.

the beginning of the ending of another day.

you and will were in the kitchen.

a soft hum of music circled and spun its way through the air, filling the empty space between you two.

you were chopping vegetables, will was stationed at the stove, carefully stirring the stew.

it was rare for you two to be assuming these roles while cooking.

will was almost always assigned to the chopping. he wasn’t known for his cooking skills.

the vegetables on your cutting board fought against you.

your knife was dangerously dull and you knew that. you had been meaning to take them in to get them sharpened for weeks, but the shop was far and you hadn’t had the time in your schedule.

“how’s it going over here?” will asked, stepping beside you, wrapping a hand around your waist.

you looked up at his smiling face, “good”.

whatever solanaceous veggie you were cutting had slipped out of your grip. the blade of the knife fell, slicing your palm.

“shit,” you dropped it, an angry puddle of blood weeping from your slashed skin.

“here,” will grasped your wrist hurriedly, guiding your hand under the faucet as he flicked it on, “are you okay?”

you nodded, the pain was uncomfortable but the vulnerability was worse.

“i’m fine, it doesn’t even hurt,” you lied.

will studied human behavior for a living, he knew you were fibbing.

he placed a soft kiss on the side of your head, “we’ll clean this and then get you patched up, okay?”

“okay,” you tried to smile, wanting to pull away from him and handle it all yourself.

once the blood stopped spilling from your torn skin, will dried it off, pulling you into a chair at the kitchen table.

he sat beside you, pulling you closer so your knees were pressed against the inside of his thighs.

“does it still hurt?” he asked, smearing ointment across your wound.

you dropped your head, “yes”.

he set small sheets of gauze on your palm, gently pressing them down. you winced at the pressure.

“i’m sorry,” he brought your knuckles to his lips, a tender kiss deepening his apology.

his movements were thoughtful and slow, different from how he was understood to be by most people.

will wrapped the elastic roll around your hand, holding all of his work in place.

he taped it up, mindful of your pain, but keeping the cloth secure, “done”.

“thank you,” you placed your good hand on his hip, patting it lightly.

“of course,” he smiled, his big, round eyes pulling you in.

you leaned forward, a gentle, appreciative kiss for the boy you loved the most.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

⚔️ with Hannigram ? Pretty please ?

Omg yessss of course this is perfect! ❤️❤️❤️

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It was strange at first, seeing him on the other side of the glass. Then it hit you that you could only look, but not touch him, and it was utterly heartbreaking.

Will took your hand, sharing your anguish. Hannibal seemed to be holding onto the last thread of his composure, but you knew how to read his face too well not to see your turmoil mirrored.

Alana and Frederick had mercifully left the three of you alone, but you were sure they'd be listening to everything in the latter's office. At that moment, though, it was the least of your worries.

"Oh, Hannibal..." was all you could say, your voice low. You feared it would waver if you spoke any higher than a whisper.

"It's good to see you two," Hannibal said after clearing his throat. "I'm so glad they let you visit."

You approached the glass slowly, watching him do the same. Will hovered nearby, not wanting to stray from your side at all.

"Why did you let them?" You whispered, an edge of fury in your tone.

"I had to," he said simply, not looking away from your eyes, willing you to understand.

"But this!" You gestured around at his cell. "I would've rather you were free, even if we couldn't speak at all."

Will placed a hand on your shoulder. "All he wanted was to be able to see us. You know we can't blame him for that."

"We could've tracked him down after some time had passed," you argued defiantly, your wounded pride making you stubborn. "We could've-"

"It's no use speculating, my love," Hannibal cut you off. "Everything has its price, and this was a sacrifice I was more than willing to make."

After trying to swallow the bitterness in your throat, you placed your hands on the glass. "I feel as though a whole world is between us. It kills me to know I can't do anything to help."

"I don’t think you understand," he said, shaking his head. "Nothing can hold us apart. Not this cell, not time, nor anyone else's verdict. As long as we continue to choose each other, then it shall be so. I simply preferred not to torture myself with your absence."

Will pulled you into his embrace as your shoulders started shaking. He placed his hand on the glass too, his other arm wrapped around you.

Hannibal returned the gesture, his sad little smile making your heart soften towards him once more. It wasn't him you were mad at, not really. But perhaps there were better ways to channel that anger, into something more productive.

"We'll find a way, I know we will. But in the meantime... It's good to know you're here," you said with a watery smile.

"It's why I did it," he said. "So you would always know."

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[m4r5h4ll]

religious hannigram where Hannibal is a deity and will is a devout worshipper. kinda follows along the lines of that little story where the true love of a statue touched it and it comes to life, yeah. that, but hannigram and religious ties as will as a devout worshipper on his knees kissing the knuckles of the statue of his god before him, the god of the hunt and feasting(like the white stag hircine from skyrim), for the first time. only for the stone hand to turn soft and caress his face, running His thumb over the dark but soft facial hair and features of his most loyal follower.

the one who called His name during pleasure and panic. the man who called His name with his spine arched and pleasure rocking his body. as well as the very same man who cried and begged His name after he spilled the first blood he ever had poured onto the marble, killing a fellow worshipper, leaving the man’s daughter, abigail, to try and find Hannibal’s light herself.

Hannibal’s hand caressed his will’s face. Hannibal had chosen this man, as to why he calls out his name during his most vulnerable. Placing the seed to sprout in will’s mind that Hannibal is all he needs. That single hand is soon joined by another on the opposite side of his face.

could will’s eyes deceive him? was this his god before him? living and touching him? did he deserve this treatment from Him? Was he worthy? Apparently enough for his god to run His thumbs over his cheeks and jawline, His hands slipping behind his ears and grasping a fistful of will’s unkempt and shaggy hair, yanking it back to force him to look up at Him.

the way will would grunt softly as Hannibal pulled his hair to force him to look up. He leans in and licks a stripe across will’s face. no words were needed. will was all He wanted and more. he was the most exquisite flavour to ever touch Hannibal’s palette in centuries. He wanted him all to Himself. His hands let go and rub the base of his skull before trailing His hands back to their previous placement. Hannibal’s hands would leave will’s face only to return to the same position as they were before, set in stone.

to others, will was deep in prayer.

to will, his god had chosen him, marked him as His. will felt the blanket of comfort he sought for years finally rest over his shoulders and protect him from any other outside forced that wanted to oppose His mortal.

[littleplace]

Hannibal 2013-2015 - Navigation

Last Updated: 11/03/2024

Hannibal Lecter

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This list will grow as time goes on…

Requests always open!

[slash-me-please]

Hannibal Lecter x Reader Blurb

His hand found the inside of your thighs easily, legs parting almost instinctively against the rough touch of the detective above you. The pads of his fingers grazed against the soft skin in between your legs, then his eyes closed and he breathed in a deep breath. You knew what you were doing was wrong, eyes trained on the white button up he was wearing. It was stained with blood, whose blood? Your heart was pounding against your chest, your own blood rushing to your head and making you dizzy.

“You killed them?” You whispered, knuckles turning white as your nails dug into the wooden chair beneath you. His silence rang through your body, though you could not stop how your hips cant forwards against the length of his fingers.

“Oh…?” He mumbles, but you know he wasn’t surprised at your efforts.

Still you cannot make eye contact with the man, but he begins to pull at your lace underwear- it’s moved to the side easily. You gasp a sharp breath in, the wood in your hands creaks slightly but you’re only strong enough to hurt yourself.

A needy whine bubbles up the column of your throat, and you rock against his hand when his fingers push inside of your hole. You know he’s watching you intently but you can’t pull your eyes from his arms. He leans forwards and his fingers reach deep inside, and he seems to know exactly what that does to you. There’s absolutely nothing romantic about the situation you’re in, you think, adverting your gaze from the blood pooling on his dining room floor. But still, there’s something about him in particular.

“I killed them all.” Somehow you know he’s not just talking about the people that invaded his home, but you still shudder with a twisted delight and meet your end to his hand.

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character/story influences tag

rules: write up a blurb or make a visual collage of the people or characters (from books, TV shows, movies, etc.) that inspired your story and/or OC, either visually, personality wise, or just a general vibe

thanks for the tag @tricoufamily :DD i am tagging @gunthermunch @lucidicer @itsmariejanel @orphyd @goldenwaves this is FUN u should do it. thank u

medias/characters meet me in the woods: man in the dark (paul auster), orlando (virginia woolf), lord huron's entire discography, specifically meet me in the woods and the ghost on the shore, the godfather 1972 (barely), age of adaline 2015, the old guard 2020, this specific cc cross, and reading homer's the iliad in my final year of high school. somehow don't go where i can't follow: the raven cycle (maggie stiefvater), his dark materials (philip pullman), adventure time 2010-2018, mitski’s bury me at makeout creek album, next of kin by alvvays, bite the hand by boygenius, matilda (roald dahl) (jokingly), horrible no good homoerotic teenage friendships, the chosen one trope, and this post by tumblr user @/louisegluckpdf. also my life which explains why the aesthetic is completely disjointed RIP violent affairs (with @lucidicer): nbc hannibal, bones and all 2022, arachnids, ethel cain’s preacher's daughter, sir chloe’s i am the dog album, mine and olli's deranged combined mental energies mutually focusing on t4t cannibalism  vinny reign: matt murdock (netflix daredevil), joel miller (tlou), the fallen angel painting by alexandre cabanel, caravaggio paintings, catholic guilt, arsonist’s lullabye by hozier caleb vatore: those italian twinks that renaissance artists kept referencing to paint religious figures, dorian gray, orlando, timothee chalamet (LMAO), the reveal that the noo don’t kill yourself you’re so sexy guy is a twink [redacted] morrow: gojo satoru, howl pendragon (studio ghibli), jay gatsby, kageyama shigeo and also a bit of reigen arataka (mp100), ronan lynch and gansey (the raven cycle), eden's entire discography, birdcage by novo amor, mercy by sir chloe, myself ophelia griffin: ophelia painting by john everett millais, blue sargent (the raven cycle), clairo, phoebe bridger's discography, strawberry blonde and your best american girl by mitski, clairo’s immunity album, the first crush i ever had manny pluto: yotasuke takahashi (blue period), tbh a lot of blue period in general, alhaitham (genshin impact), adam parrish (the raven cycle), a hint of geto suguru, working for the knife by mitski nayef al karim: spiders, abel AND cain, julian slowik (the menu 2022), hannibal lecter (yes obvious i know but moreso the focus on fine dining as opposed to the psychology), stewy hosseini (succession), inbred by ethel cain

[mentallydanielmolloy]

GENIUS DUO. (meeting blurb)

Summary: Dr. Spencer Reid and Will Graham meet when Will gets to finally be a real agent after catching Hannibal Lecter, and Spencer is back from jail and could come back to work.

It was a rainy autumn morning, Will Graham went over the case by himself after he heard the briefing. The unit chief, Emily Prentiss and the rest of the team welcomed the star agent warmly. They asked a little about 'Hannibal The Cannibal', but fortunately unbearably much. Graham had a scar on his face and stomach, and also on his shoulder. He was all scars, thanks to his former psychiatrist. He should visit him soon, he thought, when the door opened roughly.

"SPENCER" they all said, and went over to him. Will cocked up an eyebrow, and looked up at Spencer's standing form, as the others were very happy to see him finally back. Dr. Spencer Reid looked rough too. His hair was longish, wavy and messy, but he still had a suit on. He was damn hot. The rest of the team was too, but he was over the top.

"Is this the agent that took my place?" Spencer asked, his tone filled with mockery as he pointed at Will. He scoffed at this.

"He didn't come to replace you. He was a professor for many years, but now he decided to come and work with us in the BAU." Emily said, and Will nodded, with a small smirk.

"That's right. After catching Hannibal, I'm going to keep riding my high. I'm not going to finish with stopping the evil." Graham shrugged, and Spencer was a bit in awe, and parted his lips slightly. His innocent, nerdy appearance shined through for a mere second.

"Will Graham.." He smiled, and it was obvious that he respected him now. "Welcome to the team."

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

Shadowhunters

Dona Nobis Pacem by lawsofchaos (+ podfic)

Part 2 of Consular High Warlock Magnus Bane

"When Alec kneels before you on that dais, Magnus,” Jace keeps going, “he’s telling every person present that it is your judgement, your respect, that he places before all others. In you placing that rune on his neck, Alec is publicly proclaiming that it’s your blessing and your judgement on him and on his reign as Head that gives him the right and the authority to uphold the Covenant.”

Magnus' throat is too tight to speak, but there’s a distinct shimmer visible in his suddenly unglamoured eyes.

Oh My God Dad, You Can't Just Ask People Why They're Blue by Ellegy42

"Nothing weird ever happens when Rafe sneezes,” Max complains into Papa’s stomach when he finally gets home.

The Sandman

Right Place, Right Time by sherwoodfox

Over the centuries, Hob had dreamt plenty of dreams about his friend from the tavern. All good dreams, of course.

Very good dreams.

Usually not dreams that featured either of them wearing very much clothing.

But until the talking bird told him otherwise, he hadn't considered that those dreams might be real.

(Featuring: a live Jessamy, Hob rescuing Dream from the fishbowl, a mess to clean and a happy ending.)

The Witcher

Every Word by GoldenDaydreams

Jaskier kept his secrets close. The fewer who knew, the fewer could hurt him with the curse—it was a secret he intended on taking to the grave.

The grave might just come early.

Hannibal

They Came to Florence or: Plagiarize This Fic by shiphitsthefan

Author William Graham has had a book on the bestseller list for the better part of a decade. He's also a recluse—no interviews, only a rare book signing or lecture. Otherwise, no one knows much about the man beyond the words in his novels and the requisite headshot on every cover. Even the blurb printed underneath his scowling, bespectacled face, framed by a head of messy curls—

“Oh my God,” said the woman strapped to Hannibal's surgical table, “will you please just kill me already?”

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Dr. Hannibal Lecter has a thriving psychiatry practice and a not-so-secret obsession; William Graham has an impressive writing career and not a single goddamn clue

DC (Batfamily)

still feel your teeth around my organs by gladioar (deargalileo)

drake isn't getting out of bed. damian doesn't know what to do. thankfully alfred and dick do.

Untamed

See Me, Feel Me (Listening to You) by Ghost_Honey

Letting himself get cursed may not have been the smartest thing Wei Wuxian has ever done, but he'd argue that it’s completely in character. So he should earn some points for consistency, at the very least. Besides, when the spirit had been explaining it, the curse hadn't sounded too bad. Maybe a little bothersome if he underestimated how many people felt strongly about him, but surely, surely, it wouldn't be enough to hamper him in the long run.

Let it be known that Wei Wuxian is an idiot.

Because, when he emerges from the dilapidated husk of the temple, he can't see anyone

Or: Wei Wuxian gets cursed so he can’t see or feel anyone who feels strongly about him and assume this means that the people he cares about actually hate him.

[the-idle-woman]

Excited to announce the start of a new fic over on A03: Ghosts in the Rose Garden - the sequel to Black Wings at Midnight. I’ll be posting it as I write it, so I’m afraid this one will take longer to go live!

If you do pop over to read it, do leave a comment to say hi, and consider subscribing, as updating is liable to be irregular…

Here’s the blurb:

It’s autumn 1945 and, despite his best efforts, Will Graham is still alive - and taking it personally. To make matters worse, his fate is now entwined with that of Hannibal Lecter: aristocrat and murderer, former fighter ace and society psychiatrist, and now Britain’s most notorious escaped criminal. As they negotiate the boundaries of their new lives on the run, Will realises that Hannibal’s company comes with its own dangers. For Hannibal Lecter had a life before he came to London, and it casts a long shadow. On a remote estate in Tuscany, an old adversary has spent twenty years waiting for revenge. As Hannibal plots to clear his name, a game of cat and mouse unfurls across two continents, in which - it turns out - no one can be trusted.

[coryosbaby]

18+, MDNI !!

thinkin’ about sex on the couch with Hannibal Lecter <3 it’s after a dinner party with his colleagues, one that had you incredibly stressed but also so pretty in the little dress he bought you :( such a needy baby when you two get home that when he’s in his office you just lay down on the couch and pull your panties to the side, pleading.

“Daddy, please? I was a good girl tonight, wasn’t I?”

An amused smirk pulling across his features when he catches sight of your sticky folds coated in slick.

“Already, little one?” Him, sliding off his jacket, placing it on the back of his chair. “Wouldn’t you prefer the bedroom for this activity?”

That little pout crossing your lips again. Spreading your legs wider.

“Wan’ it here. Hurts…”

And how can he say no to that?

It isn’t long before he’s got you down on the smooth leather, pants and underwear folded neatly in a corner as he fucks you in only his dress shirt— sleeves rolled up to his arms, sweat dripping down his temple as he pounds your pussy like a madman. Down on your hands and knees, halfway off the couch, arched up as he digs his fingernails into your flesh and leaves purple bruises in their place. Teary eyes rolling back into your skull as the force of his thrusts knocks you stupid, your body hanging down and your forehead touching the cool wood of the floor. <33 his praises, telling you that you’re his perfect toy, his perfect girl, his perfect doll. Desperation dripping off of his lips like water, regardless of his dominance and his power over you because he’s fucking obsessed. god I need him

:: @mysticpenguincreation @nightmare-niko @iheartinkonpaper @claireyberryy @becauseseaotters @emmalandry @princesstiti14 @aerangi @kaithoughs @jamespotterismydaddy

[arabellavernierwrites]

i chose you. will graham.

summary : will graham had felt himself slipping away for months. after a particularly grisly nightmare, he finds himself being comforted by his partner who can’t help but reassure him. (can be read as gn!reader)

word count : 944

warnings : nightmares , anxiety , panic attacks , unstable mind , insecurities , fear of hurting others

a/n : hello everyone ! it’s been a while. truthfully , i had been having a bit of a rough time. i apologize for the leave , but i want you all to know that i have received your requests , they are in my ask box and i will be getting around to them ! thank you so much for all of the love and support you all continue to show me. i truly am so appreciative of it and find it motivates me to write even more. that being said , this is my first hannibal fic ! i would love to write more for it , so please let me know if you all would be interested in that. and please send in requests !!! i want to write for you ! i hope you like the story. thank you all again for the support. have an amazing wonderful incredible day ! love you all !

it was a cold, rainy wednesday night.

it wasn’t rare for the weather in virginia to be like this. sprinkles, drizzles, downpour. it was all the same to you.

you glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. its electronic glow read 8:53 p.m. it was still early in the night. you and your partner, will, hit the hay early this evening. will had sipped on a small glass of whiskey before declaring himself drowsy enough to go get in bed.

you had followed him up the stairs, a small army of dogs on your heels as you trudged up the wooden steps.

“i think i’m gonna read,” you announced, tossing the sheets aside.

“oh yeah?” will smiled gently, “your new one?”

“yeah, i’ve got just over 60 pages left and i want to get it done before friday,” you adjusted your pillows.

“i’m expecting a review when you finish,” will stepped out of slippers, lying down next to you.

“like i’d ever pass up the opportunity,” you grinned, reaching for your book, “lamp or reading light?”

a timid look settled on will’s face, “lamp. please”.

a few months ago will had started having nightmares. they were grueling, each night a horror film of his most traumatic moments, deepest fears, and haunted past played on a nauseating reel in his mind. since then, will had liked to keep the bedroom lamp on. he found it comforting to awake from his grisly slumber to a well-lit, familiar place.

“lamp it is,”

will sunk into the mattress beneath him, drifting off to his nightmarish dream world, a place his sleeping figure visited far too often. once you heard the soft, steadying of his breath, you propped yourself up under the covers, resting against the wooden headboard as you began finishing your book.

37 pages or so later, here you were, glancing at the clock that read 8:53.

a small shake of the bed startled you. looking down at the man next to you, you swayed again as his body jolted.

his shirt had seemed to change color in the past half hour as his sweat had drenched the cottony fabric. his breathing had become uneven, sharp and jagged, clawing at the oxygen around him, begging for sweet relief from this panicked suffocation that encased his lungs.

spasming, sweat, hyperventilation. you knew what was coming.

you placed your book down beside you, preparing yourself for the storm of will that was brewing beside you.

his wet shirt clung to him as his shaking turned to convulsions. his arms and legs thrashed around, trying to fight off the dreadful scene that played in his mind.

your heart raced, fearful for him as you reached forward, resting a protective hand on his shoulder.

“will,” you shook him carefully.

the hideous sounds that ripped from his chest frightened you.

“will,” you shook harder, terrified that he was actually going to suffocate himself, “will!”

his body lurched forward, a gasp escaping him so loud it seemed to silence the rest of the world.

he looked like he was being pinned down, the way his body uncomfortably pressed into the bed, an attempt to make himself feel grounded.

escaping from his nightmarish state didn’t appear to help to ease his mind at all. his breathing was still frantic and his eyes shot around wildly.

“sweetheart,” you gently wiped a few strands of wet hair from his forehead, cautious as to not spook him.

he placed a desperate hand on the back of yours, a pool of comfort flooding his chest. your tender touch breaking down the icy walls that trapped his harrowing thoughts.

“will,” he was still trembling, his mental battle still not quite over, “look at me”.

you started pulling away, afraid your physical presence might be overwhelming while he was still so raw. will moved to grip your wrist, pressing your palm back to his cheek.

he breathed deeply, bit by bit, the life returning to his eyes.

“how am i ever supposed to save anyone when i can’t even save myself?” he whispered sullenly.

“i wouldn’t say it’s all your own doing,” you stroked the side of his damp face, “there’s a lot of people that put a lot of pressure on you. people that would rather see you drown trying to help them than allow you to swim to shore”.

“what if i can’t save you?” he met your eyes, his gaze timorous.

“that’s not something you have to worry about,” you reassured him.

“well it is,” he pressed.

“you don’t have to save me, will. i’m okay. i’m here, in this moment, in bed with you,” you offered.

you were met with silence.

he gnawed on his bottom lip as thoughts bounced around his brain.

“what if i can’t save you from myself?” he stressed, his real worry coming to light.

“i don’t need to be saved from you. you’re not holding me captive, i choose to be here. i choose to spend my nights with you, reading books and drinking whiskey and caring for dogs because i love you, will,” you brushed the hair from his forehead, “there’s nothing else i would rather do in this world than be here with you”.

for a moment, the air was still. a blanket of calm had quieted everything except for the pattering of the raindrops that hailed from above.

he rolled over, his face falling into your chest as his shoulders quivered.

“i’m afraid,” he choked out.

“i know you are,” you pulled him flush against your body, massaging your fingers through his hair, “but i’m here for you. i’m always here for you”.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

🔪 with Hannibal ?

Yes yes yessss perfect fit!!

——

You knocked on the door to Hannibal’s office, opening up as you heard his faint voice granting you access.

He sat at his desk, reading something on his ipad. His brow was furrowed in displeasure, his posture tense. He sniffed in that way you’d seen him do when he was furious, nose scrunching slightly in what looked like a snarl.

You stopped by one of the armchairs, unsure if you should approach.

“Bad time to visit?” You asked, sitting down.

He glanced up at you. “Freddie Lounds is up to her usual antics. This new article on Tattle Crime is… particularly scalding.”

“You know she likes to get under your skin,” you said, mouth twisting to one side with distaste. “She knows just which buttons to press.”

“Will and I are certainly her favorite subjects,” he sighed, setting down his tablet. “I have been kind before by warning her, but I��m not sure if I can spare any more kindness.”

“Especially not when she’s been so rude,” you added slowly, your words holding the weight of secret meaning.

He pushed his chair away from his desk and opened his arms in a gesture for you to approach. You got up and stepped into his embrace, his hands settling on your hips.

You cupped his face gently, scanning his features. The planes of his handsome face always seemed more severe when he was disquieted. His eyes were unfathomable, too, so searching them wouldn’t prove very fruitful.

You wondered how many had looked into that flat gaze and lived to tell the tale.

“You look like you want to kill me… or maybe fuck me,” you said, the softness of your voice constrasting your words. You tilted your head to the side in curiosity. “Or maybe even both.”

He let out a slight huff of amusement. “Pain and pleasure war inside me. Pleasure at seeing you, and pain… at the consequences of my being merciful with someone undeserving. Perhaps I should go back to listening to my instincts.”

“And what do your instincts tell you now?”

“That I definitely do not want to kill you right now. Or ever, for that matter. I should always make that abundantly clear.”

You smiled, but raised an eyebrow. “What about the other option?”

“That can definitely be arranged,” he smirked, hands squeezing your hips. “And that’s more than my instincts guiding me.”

———

[themusingofagoddess]

Canon: Hannibal (NBC TV Show )

Name: Will Graham Age: 30s Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Birthplace: Louisiana Occupation: Special Agent, Professor Location: Wolf Trap, Virginia Faceclaim: Hugh Dancy

Blurb of my writing:

He raised a brow, watching curiously the slight narrowing of Hannibal’s eyes. “Have you ever killed somebody, Dr. Lecter?” Will inquired calmly, tilting his head slightly. Will was going to play the long game with Hannibal if he had to, and despite feeling the same feeling that Hannibal described when he shot Hobbs, he wouldn’t admit it outright.

[zoanzon]

Lol technically I finished this a whole week ago, I'm just bad about uploading these on time. All the same, now I finally get to climb on my soapbox and bitch~

Just covering it from the get-go: if I'm reading a history book and there's no citations of any kind, be it footnote or endnote, I want to eat that author's face. I can't help it, this is a bone- deep urge: if you publish a history book and I don't know how to follow up on any particular sentence or paragraph or even page, I'm mentally going Hannibal Lecter on you.

Norman Cantor, get in my fucking stomach.

In Wake of the Plague was overall rather interesting (part of what infuriates me more when I can't follow up on material I liked). It looked at the context of the population boom that led up to the Black Plague, raised a theory (ft. evidence) on how said boom helped prime the plague to be as bad as it was, covered how much of a shitshow inheritance law was when ~30% of the population is dropping dead, pointed out how the Black Plague was accidentally responsible for the War of the Roses a generation or three later...it was all rather interesting.

Cantor did ramble a bit more than I'd have liked -- he maybe could've done with subheadings in his chapters -- and the last chapter 'Serpents and Cosmic Dust' was a bit too pseudoscience for my taste. I will give him the caveat that he wasn't obviously into it and was just... more accommodating to listing research/believed-causes on the Black Plague with a neutral tone than I'd have taken. ('Viruses are caused by dust falling to earth from comets', like holy shit lol)

Otherwise, the most bewildering part of this book was...I've seen books have critical bibliographies before. (Essentially, the author(s) grouping works into categories if you want to follow up on specific content, usually with an opinion-blurb on each work.) This book is the only book I've ever encountered that had a critical bibliography...but not a general bibliography? Like, normally if you have an 'academic' book that doesn't use in-text citations, you at least have the general bibliography so you know what works were drawn from, when if you don't know what work in the bibliography accounts for any particular paragraph of material.

This book... just didn't give a general bibliography? Presumably some if not all the books in the critical bibliography were ones Cantor drew from writing this book, but...yeah, this really threw me off.

Like... this man was apparently one of the most widely-read authors of medieval times? So the fact he just... doesn't cite anything, in this book at least...yeah. Kinda...fucking annoying, that. I don't care if a book is a layman-oriented coffeetable ornament, it should have citations goddammit.

Anyways, rant over.

Books finished in 2024 so far: 003