#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

[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.

[radawaycunt]

⚔️ 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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[berrylovecrime]

hannigram drabble // nsfw

been thinking about Hannibal being so overwhelmed with excitement during their first time that it scares Will. had to blab about it

Will is so soft during their first kiss thinking they’re about to make love. But the second Hannibal realizes he’s being led towards the bedroom, he turns completely feral. Everything Will tries in order to calm Hannibal down only turns him on more.

Hannibal’s breathless moans sound more like maniacal laughter to Will the closer they get to bed. A triumphant Hannibal lands on him with his full weight—groping at him, bringing their clothed bulges together sooner and rougher than Will intended for their first time. In between tasting every inch of skin he can reach, Hannibal mutters to himself about Will being, “Mine. Finally mine.”

If Will tries to slow him down, Hannibal growls and opens his mouth wider, grinds into him harder. He barks out commands, though Will isn’t sure if that’s because he’s actually the one in charge or if he’s just a brat. “Give it to me, it’s mine,” and, “Stay there for me Will, I need to feel you.”

Will tries to appease him, but each time he pets Hannibal back he’s met with the most pitiful, slutty whining he’s ever heard and the threat of “S-stop, I’m going to cum.” It’s several moments—and several painful hickies—later before the courage builds in Will to roll Hannibal over. The older struggles at first, then greedily melts into the mattress with his legs and arms spread.

He continues with his demands. “Take my shirt off. Take your shirt off.”

It’s difficult for Will to do, what with Hannibal’s mouth resuming its exploration of body being slowly exposed. But eventually the clothing is discarded and Hannibal is pulling him into a kiss with a strength that nearly sends Will into fight or flight. He finally gathers enough senses to speak besides moaning the poor thing’s name. “Hannibal, you need to slow down,” his voice deeper, threatening. He presses a hand to Hannibal’s throat as he leans down to kiss his forehead. “Relax,” Will whispers.

The man beneath him is only somewhat obedient, all whining and wiggling against Will’s lips trailing further down his face, his neck, his chest.

It’s when Will makes it to a particular spot on his stomach that Hannibal had not had the pleasure of tasting yet on Will that his crying finally breaks. It wasn’t fair that Will got to have that part of the body first.

So he flips them back over and pins him by straddling his legs. His hands force Will to lie back so his tongue can drool all over that same spot. Will does attempt to sit up, argue with him. Hannibal just makes direct eye contact and sinks his teeth in. Will’s gasp turns into a moan, collapsing back onto the bed. When Hannibal doesn’t pull away when expected to, Will tugs his hair. Hannibal’s bite grows deeper, more territorial. Blood spills out, but his lips are already wrapped around the wound to suck.

“What is wrong with you,” Will rasps to the ceiling, feeling his belt being violently jerked open. It isn’t until Hannibal releases that he’s able to process the pain, gasping repeatedly.

“Such pathetic noises,” Hannibal’s mockery shocks him out of his burning. “And yet…” Teasing lips press into him through his boxers, then the whole side of Hannibal’s face. Will isn’t sure what he means until they both feel the next rhythmic throb of his cock. Will whimpers and Hannibal gives a pleased hum.

Will is dead weight while Hannibal finishes pulling his pants down, helping him out of his shoes and socks. It’s done with such force that the younger man only notices his boxers had gone with them when Hannibal’s tongue laps at his tip. Will’s sounds are choked off as he struggles to resettle on the bed. Hannibal can’t even use his hands to properly crawl back up or hold Will’s swinging cock still. He just collapses, already sucking down the taste of precum.

The only thing Will can feel besides the warm, wet suction is the bed rocking with the movements of Hannibal’s hips. He grinds, still dressed in his nice slacks, wantonly into the mattress.

Will does his best to warn him that they both will not make it long if he doesn’t let up, but Hannibal might as well be drugged. His tasting grows more desperate by the second, unable to choose between deep-throating the thick length or licking down to his balls. When he manages to pull away between kisses, he rambles about how big it is. “Please, you’re so delicious, Will.”

And how can Will argue with that, or the teeth that scrape against him each time he pulls Hannibal’s hair for sucking too hard?

Eventually, Hannibal’s attention draws further south, and he’s squeezing Will’s thighs open aggressively so he can slobber more on his balls. He fails to fit them both in his mouth, but gives it several attempts anyways. “Han—they’re full for ya, you can’t—you can’t do that or I’m gonna…” Will’s panting picks up quicker than he’d been anticipating.

Hannibal only growls in warning and sucks harder, moves lower. That heat on the soft skin just below where his seam ends sends Will reeling. Each tiny little kitten lick going lower threatens to drive him mad. “You can’t… you can’t…,” but Will can’t even speak.

“I can and I will,” Hannibal whines and readjusts his hips so his own aching cock can hump more freely. He uses the momentum to jerk Will’s hips ups, legs spread. Hannibal leaks in his pants at the sight of Will’s cheeks parting enough to expose his hole.

Will doesn’t have enough time to gasp before Hannibal’s tongue returns to the same spot it left off, this time wetter and greedier. It stretches towards Will’s ring. Will throbs wildly, moaning at the knowledge that Hannibal could feel it full well. His ringing ears barely hear the praise for his taste amidst the pointed tongue running laps around the edge of his hole.

Hannibal’s thrusts against the mattress falter. The scent in his nose is more divine than he had imagined it to be. The taste has his balls drawing up tight. He seeks out more friction on the head of his cock but the smear of precum in his underwear prevents it, so he rolls his hips harder.

But then he flattens his tongue back out, this time covering Will’s hole, and Hannibal is cumming hard. He can’t help himself now, face burrowing to suck in the taste with each spurt into his pants.

Will realizes what’s happening and groans, spilling over too. His hips buck up to meet Hannibal’s mouth, who lets him ride it out but doesn’t wait to recover from his own orgasm so he can finish catching the hot ropes on his tongue. Will lets him do whatever he wants, doesn’t even try to fight the over-sensitive feeling of being thoroughly cleaned up.

Hannibal swallows every bit of it, breath heaving wherever he goes. Will’s skin is sucked and licked from his abs back down to his hole just to make sure Hannibal gets it all. Will speaks incoherently but keeps himself open.

It was the hardest an orgasm had ever been ripped from him. He imagines Hannibal could say the same given the way the spent man is trying to readjust his trousers without removing his mouth from Will’s body. Once they’re both somewhat settled with Hannibal’s cheek resting on his thigh so he can continue pressing kisses, Will runs his hand through the graying hair and sighs. He decides—assumes incorrectly—that next time they’ll be able to take things slow the right way.

[spaghettitoesforlunch]

Just a lil something something that’s been brewing up in my head for waaaaaay too long now

So Like Imagine Hannibal but then so Imagine Will. Now imagine them together…yeah. Like the possibilities, wild. Crazy. But like I want them so bad, and I want them together. Like package deal bbg. Okokok Frzzzzz though.

So imagine just one day, after a long and painful case that Will just solved he comes back home absolutely exhausted. Comes through the door and just plops down on the couch, manspread and all. You noticing how exhausted Will seems decides to help him out as you approach him from behind kissing the crown of his head gently and remove his glasses from his face. Slowly giving him some kisses on the face and lowering down to his neck. At this he groans lowly, feeling the tension in his muscles slowly die down. You just chuckle as you continue to smother him with kisses, but those kisses slowly turn into nibbles that start becoming full on hickeys and bite. By this time he’s slightly moaning slightly whimpering so Hannibal comes along wanting to find out who’s pleasuring who. And at seeing you absolutely devouring wills neck he smirks walking towards the two of you and running his hand through wills hair giving it a tug and going down to kiss him. To wills surprise at Hannibal’s sudden appearance he lets out the most slutty moan ever. At this point you’ve decided to bite into wills neck hard enough to break skin. The metallic blood consuming your senses as you suck and lick it all up. Wills groaning into Hannibal’s mouth and it’s absolute chaos. Sooner or later Hannibal does what he does best and cares for Wills needs, now kneeling at the front of the couch as he slowly unbuttons wills shirt just to tease him.

Note: this has been in my drafts for a while (like a year) so I just decided to say fuck it and post it.

[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.

[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.

[slashed2death]

SLASHER/HORROR REQUESTS: OPEN

hey there! names vermillion and i write slasher x reader fics/headcanons, etc. openin up my requests here so i can write some more! would love to hear any and all ideas your heart desires. below the cut are who i write for and rules for requesting. if youre interested in a diff character not listed, feel free to ask if ill write for them anyway! i dont bite. happy requesting <3

who i write for...

WILL GRAHAM [HANNIBAL NBC]

HANNIBAL LECTER [HANNIBAL RISING, SOTC AND NBC]

CARRIE WHITE [CARRIE]

JENNIFER CHECK [JENNIFER'S BODY]

THOMAS HEWITT [TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE]

BUBBA SAWYER [TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE]

JASON VOORHEES [FRIDAY THE 13TH SERIES]

MICHAEL MYERS [HALLOWEEN - ORIGINAL & ROB ZOMBIE]

VINCENT SINCLAIR [HOUSE OF WAX]

BO SINCLAIR [HOUSE OF WAX]

LESTER SINCLAIR [HOUSE OF WAX]

BILLY LOOMIS [SCREAM]

STU MACHER [SCREAM]

DANNY JOHNSON / JED OLSEN [DBD]

CHARLES LEE RAY [CHUCKY]

TIFFANY VALENTINE [CHUCKY]

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE [THE BOY]

will do!

nsfw/most kinks

yandere/dark! slashers

headcanons / blurbs / oneshots

dark subjects (such as mental health concerns, ab/u/se, etc- i will NOT romanticize it. but i will write for victims of such- if im not comfortable i will let you know, but most things are on the table here.)

x reader content (obviously)

poly relationships

pretty much anything honestly.

wont do!

super unsanitary kinks (watersports and things of that nature.)

EXPLICIT noncon (will write dubious though)

ships only. this is a x reader blog.

ill likely add more to this later!

note...

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[faerieroyal]

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🧚🏻‍♂️ what/who i write for … 🧚🏻‍♂️

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➺ horror: poly!ghostface (billy loomis & stu macher), jason voorhees, michael myers, daniel robitaille, carrie white, hannibal lecter, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair.

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[literalite]

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

[sourweather-fics]

I'm Gonna Talk About AO3 Fic Summaries For a Minute:

I'm saying this with all the love in my heart and I'm saying it to hopefully help some fellow fic writers:

If your fics have a tendency to flop, especially if the ship is popular enough that multiple fics get posted a day, there's a possibility that you may just not be good at writing summaries.

And I get it! Writing summaries is the WORST! I just wrote the whole fic, now you're telling me I gotta write it again but in a short way? Well yes! Because the summary is the part people are actually looking at to decide whether or not to click on your fic. For a lot of (I would even say Most) people, tags are usually not enough unless the tag happens to be their super niche fixation.

The good news is that writing a fic summary is not actually hard. The better news is that the best summaries are short! I feel like the expected comparison would be that you want it to look like the blurb on the back of a book, but I'm gonna take it a step further and say you actually want it to look like an elevator pitch for a book, which is to say, like 3 sentences. You only need a paragraph.

There are a lot of great articles online on how to write an elevator pitch, and I genuinely think a lot of what you'll find in them applies to a good Fic Summary, but let me give you an idea of the pattern I'm most fond of. It's something like:

"X is Y. But when Z occurs, X becomes A."

1: establish the existing circumstances. Give us an idea of something that is true at the beginning of your story

2: introduce the inciting action. What causes the existing circumstances to shift.

3: hint at how characters might react to the inciting action. It depends on the story you're telling how much you'll want to give away here, but you can be vague if you want, just give us an idea.

Some examples of the summaries for a few of my fics so you can see how I apply the formula:

"The first time you make eye contact with your soul mate, you see a vision of their greatest accomplishment. They call it your Peak. Unfortunately for Will Graham, his soul mate's Peak is a vision of blood and horror. Fortunately for Hannibal Lecter, his soul mate's is too."

-this is the summary for my most read fic. Four sentences, in and out. As you can see, it adheres to the formula pretty exactly. The first two sentences establish the conceit of the au and tell us what world we're in, the other two sentences tell us both what the inciting action is and how both romantic leads will (at least initially) respond to it.

"Will and Bev have a game they like to play. They go to bars and see who can get the most phone numbers from strangers. One night, he meets a very interesting stranger. Is he safe falling hard and fast for Hannibal Lecter, or is the mysterious man making his way into Will's heart hiding something much more sinister beneath the surface?"

-this one was a lot tougher to summarize, because the hook of this fic is actually that it leans really hard into the idea that the reader knows Hannibal is a serial killer but Will doesn't. But I wanted to make it clear that it was also an Alternate First Meeting AU, so I eventually arrived at this 4-sentence summary that might not be perfect but still gets the job done. Also, including it here allows me to talk about my trick of ending the summary with a question. It's a little bit cheesy, but sometimes that's what I'm going for. It's very "will Vanessa stay with Roberto or leave him for Sebastian? Tune in Monday night to find out!" In a way that I think is kind of cute and fun.

"Will is both embarrassed and intrigued when he finds himself drawn to a collar at the pet store. When Hannibal finds out by mistake, it escalates into some very ethically questionable therapy"

-included this one just to show that the formula can work for smut, too. This one's only 2 sentences but it tells you everything you need to know

Okay one last thing I want to address before I leave this way-too-long post, and thats the inclusion of quotes from the fic in your summary. I don't personally do this very often, but I totally think it can get people to click if you use it correctly. In fact there have definitely been some fics that I might've scrolled past, but their voices for the characters were just too perfect. The keys to using quotes in your summary, in my opinion, are:

-Stick to sections that are mainly dialogue. If your voice for your characters is good, that's a selling point. Show that off.

-Make the selection relevant to your pitch. Use quotes that relate back to the inciting action.

-include a Summary after/before your quote. The quote alone is not enough. Even if it's just one sentence, sum up the hook in your summary.

-keep it brief! Only give us what we need to know we wanna click the link!

Okay that's all I got for now but I hope this is helpful to someone out there maybe 💖 good luck, writing summaries is annoying but you gotta do it.

[genderlesslady]

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."

[radawaycunt]

🔪 with Hannibal ?

Yes yes yessss perfect fit!!

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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.”

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[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.

[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

[calummss]

It Runs In The Family | Hannibal Lecter

masterlist

summary: not only is there a secret that you and hannibal are keeping from the fbi, but a secret that you’ve been keeping from him

pairing: stepfather! hannibal lecter x fem! reader

words: 3.3k

a/n: this is hannibal so you know the tw’s, also includes description of murder, inc3st to an extent (just dabbles in), and well everything else

also this is my first time tapping into genres like this and i love it. i really love this piece and hopefully so do you!

The smell of eggs, bacon, and sausages filled your nose as they swept past your nose hairs alerting your brain that it was time for breakfast.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day is what all doctors said, including your father, well stepfather. It was the hardest meal for you to get down though. Not because the food wasn’t delectable or filling, but because of other reasons you couldn’t disclose and be open about.

‘Y/n darling, breakfast is ready.’ You heard your stepfather shout from downstairs, hearing the plates make contact with the wooden table that often had company of other aristocratic guests that were in awe of his dinner parties.

His voice left a familiar trail of tension down your every body hair, a feeling that was indescribable but you knew that it wasn’t an acceptable feeling to have, more of an ashamed guilt-tripping spark that ignited and was unable to be put out no matter how hard you tried.

Next to you on your dark wooden bedside table stood a picture, taken last year in October when you visited Germany. In the pictures you stood next to Hannibal and your mother. She died shortly after you returned back to Baltimore. The cancer had reached stage 4 and there was nothing you nor him could’ve done to prevent it. And though she left, he stayed. You weren’t his blood, his offspring, pretty much anything to him, just the child of the woman he loved. Out of his love for your mother he decided to stay and not to abandon you. Of course he loved you as a daughter too, but it was rare seeing people like him care so much about circumstances like yours. He stayed for you, cared for you, loved you like his own, which may have contributed to this confusing solicitude.

You pulled back your warm bed covers exposing your feet and pink cotton pyjamas that you were given by Hannibal last Christmas, and lifted yourself up to get yourself in order before descending down the stairs.

Hair; brushed, Contacts; put in, your heels on the stairs, making contact with the carpet that covered them and led straight through the hall where it ended abruptly in front of the doorway your father was walking past the opening to plate the last few items.

It was no secret that Hannibal was a perfectionist, especially when it came to his culinary arts he indulged in every day, something people would call an addiction if it wasn’t cooking.

Entering the room a large glossy table stood in the middle of the room, one side facing the wall with plants sitting inside stone pots attached to the material. The front was drowning in the rays of sunlight as they pierced through the window and curtains, sprawling across the table, leaving a nice warm tint on the brown surface. The white plates sat on the opposite side, a helping of Hannibal’s favourite morning protein scramble that included sausages, with a side of raw veggies so it wouldn’t be too unhealthy and oily.

‘Sit down,’ Hannibal entered the room. His left hand carrying a jug of orange juice you know he freshly squeezed moments before re-entering the room again. ‘It’s still hot.’

You did as he said and sat down in front of your plate. The smell now increasing as you sat before it. A seductive smell manipulating your senses.

Hannibal sat down, pouring some of the juice into your glass. He pulled his chair towards him, sitting down before grabbing his napkin and swiftly laying it across his lap, careful not to ruin the expensive Brioni suit that cost more than most people’s cars.

He nodded his head, signaling you to dig into your food.

Your knife and fork found themselves in your hands, piercing through the soft consistency of egg and sausage, making sure to have both on one fork before placing it in your mouth.

‘What are your plans for today?’ Your father asked, a piece of cucumber entering past his soft-looking lips.

You took a sip of water before answering, your hands under the table, the nervous playing of your hands too ashamed to be seen.

‘I’m going to see Dr. Heilenbroch, and maybe see Alina afterwards.’

He smiled in response. Something he often did.

‘Father,’ you cleared your throat, nervous the piece of food might get stuck as soon as the question you wanted to ask left your lips. ‘Why did you never leave after my mother died?’ You played with the eggs on your plate, unable to maintain eye contact or any contact at all. A question you’ve been meaning to ask for months yet always too cautious to ask such a controversial question.

Hannibal took his time chewing his food.

‘Because you’re just as much my family?’ He raised his eyebrow slightly, ‘Did you think that I would abandon my parental figure just because we share no DNA and our mutual connection passed?’

‘I guess.’ You shrugged your shoulders, continuing to eat.

Hannibal’s gaze stayed upon you, not sure if his answer was good enough. ‘Eat your breakfast.’ He smiled, trying to maintain a comfortable silence. ‘You’ll be late to your appointment with Dr. Heilenbroch. Those are fresh sausages.’ He pointed at your plate, ‘from last night's catch.’

‘Who is it?’

‘Gabriel Lousdy.’

Placing another heap full into your mouth, you could taste his ego, mellow yet slightly pungent, melting into your tastebuds with every bite you took. It paired nicely with the eggs.

Hannibal’s eyes softly sat upon your frame, loving and endearing eyes on the younger version of his love. A reminder that he had found his life partner and was left with a great responsibility. He always wanted a child, someone he could share and talk to about his practice—well passion. A passion that was too complex for ordinary people to understand, yet you did. You understood.

‘You have to be careful not to get caught.’ A tone of worry rolled off your tongue.

‘I don’t care.’ Hannibal said but caught himself again. ‘Well, I would be lying if I dismissed that. I want to be a free man in this free world. I won’t get caught because my manipulation on their minds has wired them into completely looking the other way as the mastermind stands within their reach.’

‘Do you care about me?’ You shoved more food into your mouth.

‘Of course I do.’

‘And how would I believe the word of a psychopath?’ Your eyes sharpened, your tongue pressing against your teeth unconsciously.

‘Because psychopaths can have a select person they genuinely feel feelings of likeness for, or deeply care and bond with. It is rare but possible. For me it was your mother and you.’

You continued to finish breakfast with a pleasant conversation before setting off to your room to get ready for your appointment with your therapist.

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Doctor Heilenbroch sat opposite you like she did in every session. Her pen making rhythmic sounds as it flicked against her notepad, a distraction she craved whenever patients with harder thoughts to detangle came in to see her.

‘We’ll continue from last week's session,’ she said almost monotonously. ‘When you mentioned that you have feelings of fondness towards your stepfather. That is still correct?’

You nodded only enough that she could make it out. Ashamed that someone else but you knew of this.

‘Is there a reason as to why you feel this connection? A certain event that may have sparked this new insight?’

‘N—no,’ you stumbled over your words, not really sure what to say. ‘The day my mother introduced me to him, I already thought he was attractive and well…’ you paused. ‘Thought of him sexually, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, it was always there and I was aware of it. Since my mother’s passing it’s been harder to control the urge to do something with him…yeah.’ Your voice faded into the silence.

‘The urge to do something?’ She repeated your words but as a question.

‘Yes.’

‘What urges would that be?’ Just as monotone as before.

You knew it was her job, but bringing a smile into the conversation wouldn’t be that bad.

‘Kissing him, touching him, being with him closer than I should be.’

‘Are those desires you crave throughout the day?’

‘Of course I do,’ you scoffed, ‘I literally just told you? Don’t you listen?’ You rolled your eyes. You tried to keep it under control, she was just doing her job and you were just another fucked up patient who Doctor Heilenbroch, detached from her profession judged.

‘Y/n, I know this is hard for you and I understand your frustration with the whole situation, I mean this isn’t easy. The one person you truly care for is your own father, even if it isn’t by blood. There is still a huge power shift in the dynamic. He could be using it to his advantage. And as you told me,’ she flipped through her notes, ‘he’s a psychiatrist just like me, it’s most likely that he knows of those feelings but chooses to ignore them.’

‘What if he doesn’t know?’ You met her eyes only for the second time since you entered the room.

‘He thinks that all the taking care and being nice to you is nothing more but protecting his wife’s daughter.’

‘And what would happen if I did something with him, Doctor?’

‘Then one of you would go to jail.’ Dr. Heilenbroch said calmly. ‘Are you planning on doing something, Y/n?’

‘Of course not.’ Your back relaxed into the seat, the cushions pressing into your back comfortably. ‘As much as I want to do it, Doctor, I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t want to put myself or him into prison.’

‘That’s a good start to the problem you have. A stable one too. Only a person who knows how hurtful it can be to pursue those relationships can make out the big picture at the end. You’ve done a great job at painting it.’

You smiled awkwardly, not really knowing what type of reaction she was looking for.

‘That’s all we have time for today. Let’s put a period at today’s session and continue in our next appointment that will be next Thursday at 2:45 pm.’ She placed her things on the coffee table before standing up and writing down the details for the next appointment.

You stood up quite fast and walked out of the office with heavy but fast paced footsteps, making your way to Alina’s house.

Would you ruin the relationship you had with Hannibal? Do you want to ruin it? Is this what Hannibal was thinking too? Did he too feel a connection? Or was it just you? Who mistaked clear father-daughter-affection for something more?

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‘How was your session?’ Alina asked, walking beside you as you both walked towards your house, wanting to spend time there rather than at her house which was filled with constant noise of the twin brothers that just turned eight years of age.

‘Good.’

Alina’s hands gently made contact with your finger before intertwining your hands, swinging them back and forth, almost skipping in excitement seeing her friend after weeks since school ended.

‘Alina,’ you trailed on, sceptical if this was the right approach to tell her your secret. Especially when you were only two minutes away from your house. ‘There’s something I want to tell you but I’m afraid you’ll see me differently…’

‘Y/n,’ she looked at with a serious yet grin on her face. ‘Nothing you’ll tell me will ever make me think of you differently! You’re my best friend and I’ll stand by you no matter what.’

You approached your house and climbed up the stone steps. Every step made you more nervous than the last one. You swore you could feel a cold sweat droplet rolling down the side of your face as soon as you tried to open your mouth and say the same words you said to Doctor Heilenbroch two weeks ago.

‘I—Well—I’m not quite sure I—‘

‘Just say it, Y/n!’ Alina turned your body so that you were now directly facing each other. Eye to eye. Chest to chest.

‘I’m—‘ You paused for a moment, collecting yourself before weakening yourself with the information you were going to put out. ‘I’m in love with my father…’

Alina stayed quiet. Her eyes wide with shock, her lips slightly apart, her face stiff. Her hands that she placed on your shoulders moments before you said those words, slid off your body, loosely hanging next to her sides as she stayed silent.

Your eyes shook, your breath hitched when you realised that her reaction was not what you expected. ‘Alina?’ You whispered. ‘Say something please.’ An almost whiny tone came past your lips.

‘Y/n, what is wrong with you?’ She pulled her eyebrows together, her words now sharp and judgemental.

‘What—What do you mean?’

‘You’re in love with your father?’ She took a step back. ‘That’s fucking disgusting. You thought I would accept that?’

‘You’re my best friend!’

‘Best friends don’t have to agree with everything?’ Alina said loudly, scanning the environment to see if someone was listening in to their conversation.

‘But—‘

‘No buts, Y/n.’

The betrayal of your best friend stirred something inside of you. With every second a glooming ball of anger grew inside of you. A sort of rage you had never experienced before but your intentions of what you wanted to do were clear.

Were you like your father? No? Yes? Maybe? You wanted to give her to him, to show Hannibal how much you loved him, and that’s exactly what you were going to do.

You slipped your hand into the right pocket of your padded jacket and pulled out a knife you carried around for protection. You placed it against her abdomen, covering the sight with your body as you leaned towards her ear.

‘You’re going to stay silent and walk into my house,’ you narrowed your eyes at her. ‘If you don’t,’ you paused, ‘you’ll come to find out how painful wounds to the stomach are.’

Alina’s eyes reflecting betrayal, nodded, understanding the seriousness of the situation.

You grabbed your keys from the other pocket and unlocked the door, ushering Alina inside, the knife pressed towards the small of her back as she placed foot after foot into the hallway before you closed and locked the front door letting a mildly loud bang erupt.

‘Y/n, is that you?’ You heard Hannibal’s voice through your clouded thoughts, him moments later standing in front of you, a weird look painted on his face as his eyes darted to you and then towards Alina. Repeating the movement a few times before his eyes rested upon you.

‘What’s going on?’ He asked, his gorgeous face visible in the hallway light, his stance sexy as ever, your eyes full of lust as you stood next to Alina who still had the knife against her back.

‘Don’t move or I’ll fucking kill you, whore.’ You whispered the threat into her ear before carefully placing each step after another, moving towards Hannibal slowly. Slowly enough to rethink the action you were going to take.

Once you stood before him, you lifted yourself off the ground with your toes and grabbed Hannibal by the sides of his face. His hard stubble made contact with your soft skin as you pulled his face towards yours, your lips crashing against his.

His lips soft as butter melting into yours. A feeling of new developed love took over your body like a fever, engulfed in what seemed a daydream but was reality.

Hannibal kissed back only for a second, momentarily lost in the kiss before pushing himself off of you making you stumble a bit.

‘Y/n, why did you do that?’ His stern voice said as you glanced back at Alina to make sure she was still present, her face a mix of disgust and fright.

‘You said you loved me.’ You looked up at him through your eyelashes, a trick that worked on a few guys at school. ‘Did you lie?’ Your tone more reproachful.

‘Of course I do, but not like this.’

But Hannibal’s words were not convincing. It seemed like he too was fighting the urge to pull you back into his arms. Lips craving the touch of yours, his hands wanting to roam every inch of your body.

‘I brought you her.’ You said to him, not being bothered to look back at Alina since it was obvious who you were talking about. ‘Meat that belongs to my best friend, well not anymore because she lied about always supporting me.’ You glared.

You stepped back towards her figure, taking a step behind her, dragging the knife against her cheek, cutting it, your finger collecting a drop of blood you licked off your finger before collecting another one and walking back to him.

‘She’s sweet.’ You half smiled and smirked, brushing your finger against his lips, letting the blood coat his lips.

‘You’re insane!’ Alina’s high-pitched yell made you spin around on your heels.

‘Oh shut up, Alina.’ You moaned. ‘Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?’

Alina started to sprint towards the doors that were connected to other rooms but found that they were all locked. No escape out of this place. Her hands balled up against the wooden doors, screaming, crying, losing hope all at once; a beautiful sight both you and Hannibal couldn’t deny.

‘Alina,’ you whispered endearingly, your eyes softening, putting away the knife as Hannibal watched you from the place his feet hadn’t left since you walked through the front door. ‘I’m sorry.’ A tear slipped through your lashes.

Alina backed up into a corner. Her lips quivering in fear as you approached her slowly. ‘Stay away from me you freak!’

‘It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.’

She closed her eyes and faced away from your presence.

‘I promise I won’t hurt you—too much.’ And you plunged the knife into her heart.

Your smiley eyes staring into her rounded eyes. One smirking, the other’s wide open. ‘I won’t let any part of you go to waste.’

You retrieved the knife back from her chest cavity and watched her fall to the ground where she sat in the corner of the room. Her thick red blood pooling beneath her, the liquid reflecting you.

‘If you would’ve just accepted me.’ You brushed her hairs behind her ear as life slowly began to leave her eyes. ‘You would’ve met a different fate.’

You stood back up letting the knife fall to the ground before walking back to Hannibal like you had moments ago. Next moment you stood very close to him, your lips briefly touching his but this time you did not move.

‘I bet she’ll make a good Lasagna.’ You moved your lips against his, your blood coated hands grabbing his face one more time.

This time Hannibal was the one that crashed his lips against yours. His flesh melting into yours. The kiss growing hungrier and deeper with every second. The urge to finally do what both of you wanted overpowered you and took over your body.

‘Jump.’ He whispered against your lips, and you did.

He walked towards the bedroom finally removing your clothes like you always dreamed of. The pink lingerie burned into his pupils as lust took over and his big rough hands tore the lacey fabric from your body before indulging in the sweetest dessert he would learn to love infinitely. A taste sweeter than any human flesh he had ever tasted before.