#hannibal lector x y/n

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Hiii, so, I don't know if you like the movies/series, if you don't, that's ok. I was thinking about a female reader who's living with Hannibal (don't really care if it's the TV or the movie one) and they're in a relationship, but she never tasted the human flash because she's vegan, buttttttt he started to tell her "it's not the same, humans are the ones hurting animals, mistreating the world, being cruel to anything and everyone, even with other humans", being manipulative, and she decides that It may be true after seeing something bad happening with animals and she tries and feel some sort of revange and that's the only meat she'll ever eat. I got it if you think it's too much or too weird, I just have a thing with Hannibal (??? Weird, I know) but thanks either way ☺️

I had to pause from starting a request because the fact you said “weird ik” caught my attention, there is nothing weird about having a thing for Hannibal I repeat, THERE 👏🏾IS 👏🏾NOTHING 👏🏾WRONG 👏🏾WITH 👏🏾HAVING 👏🏾A 👏🏾THING 👏🏾FOR 👏🏾HANNIBAL 👏🏾

Now lemme get started one this

❝humans are no different from animals❞

✭ pairing : Hannibal lector x reader

✭ fandom : slashers x reader

✭ summary : (y/n) is Hannibal lectors vegan partner and she doesn’t necessarily minds his eating habits but when he brings some things to her attention she begins taking a different approach with her own eating habits

✭ authors note : wow my first hannibal lector story, to be a dick I added this to the vegan lifestyle tag that way if anyone goes there they can find my sick and twisted story :)

✭ slashers masterlist

Hannibal Lecter, renowned psychiatrist and connoisseur of fine cuisine, found himself in an unexpected relationship with (Y/N), a passionate vegan who had never tasted meat. Their connection was both intriguing and complex, as their differing perspectives on food and ethics often collided.

One evening, as they sat together in Hannibal's elegant dining room, surrounded by the opulence of his home, the topic of Hannibal's unique culinary preferences arose. (Y/N), driven by curiosity and a desire to understand Hannibal on a deeper level, mustered the courage to broach the subject. "Hannibal," she began, her voice filled with genuine interest, "I've always wondered why you choose to consume human flesh. It seems contradictory to your beliefs and values."

Hannibal's piercing gaze met (Y/N)'s, his eyes filled with a mix of intensity and understanding. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding. "(Y/N), my dear, I understand your concerns and the apparent contradiction that arises from my dietary choices," he replied, his voice smooth and measured. "But allow me to shed some light on my perspective."

He paused for a moment, his fingers delicately intertwining as he continued, "Humans, unlike animals, possess a unique capacity for cruelty and destruction. We are the ones who have caused immense suffering to the animal kingdom, exploiting and mistreating them for our own gain." Hannibal's words hung in the air,

He paused, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing. "Humans are the ones who have caused immense suffering to animals, mistreated the world, and shown cruelty to one another. By consuming those who have committed heinous acts, I am, in a way, purging the world of its darkness."

(Y/N) listened intently, her brows furrowing as she grappled with the complexity of Hannibal's explanation. She had always believed in the inherent goodness of humanity, despite its flaws.

“But Hannibal," she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of concern and disbelief, "isn't it a slippery slope? How can you be sure that you're not becoming the very thing you despise?" Hannibal leaned back in his chair, his expression contemplative.

“I understand your concern, (Y/N). It's a delicate balance, one that I constantly navigate. But by consuming those who have caused harm, I believe I am serving justice in my own way. I am not indiscriminate in my choices; I carefully select those who have shown no remorse for their actions." He paused, his gaze unwavering.

"In a world filled with darkness, I strive to bring balance. By removing the wicked, I hope to create a world where goodness can flourish."

(Y/N) sat in silence, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She had always believed in the power of compassion and forgiveness, but Hannibal's perspective challenged her deeply held beliefs.

It was now another day, or night in this case. The moon hung high in the night sky as (Y/N) found herself standing in Hannibal's meticulously designed kitchen, surrounded by the intoxicating aroma of a carefully prepared meal. Her heart raced with a mix of trepidation and curiosity, for tonight, she had made a decision that would forever change her perception of the world.

Driven by a desire for justice and a newfound understanding of Hannibal's perspective, (Y/N) had decided to partake in a meal of cooked human flesh. It was a choice born out of a deep-seated anger and a need to reclaim power in a world that often seemed cruel and unjust on animals.

As she sat at the dining table, Hannibal gracefully moved around the room, his presence both comforting and enigmatic. He understood the weight of (Y/N)'s decision and knew that this moment would be pivotal in their relationship.

“(Y/N)," Hannibal began, his voice a soothing melody, "what you are about to experience is a journey of emotions. It is natural to feel a mix of revulsion, curiosity, and even a sense of empowerment. Allow yourself to embrace these emotions, for they are the essence of our shared humanity."

With each carefully plated dish, Hannibal guided (Y/N) through the intricacies of her meal. The first bite, tender and succulent, filled her mouth with a richness she had never experienced before. The flavors danced on her tongue, a symphony of tastes that both intrigued and unsettled her.

As (Y/N) took another bite, her mind began to wander, memories of the injustices she had witnessed flooding her thoughts. She recalled the images of animals suffering at the hands of humans, the pain and cruelty inflicted upon them.

In that moment, the revulsion she had initially felt transformed into a simmering anger, a desire for retribution. Hannibal, ever perceptive, sensed the shift in (Y/N)'s emotions. He approached her with a calm demeanor, his eyes filled with understanding.

"(Y/N), my dear, anger can be a powerful force for change," he said softly. "But it is important to channel that anger towards a purpose, to seek justice rather than revenge. Remember, we are not defined by the darkness within us, but by how we choose to navigate it."

His words resonated within (Y/N), a reminder that her actions were not driven solely by vengeance but by a desire to bring balance to a world plagued by cruelty. She took a deep breath, allowing her anger to subside, replaced by a newfound sense of purpose.

With each bite, (Y/N) experienced a kaleidoscope of emotions. There was a strange satisfaction in consuming the flesh of those who had caused harm, a twisted sense of justice that she couldn't deny. And yet, there was also a lingering unease, a reminder of the fine line she walked between righteousness and darkness.

As the meal drew to a close, (Y/N) found herself grappling with the complexity of her choices. She had tasted the forbidden, walked a path few dared to tread. And in doing so, she had come face to face with the shadows that dwelled within her own soul. Hannibal, ever the guide, reached out and gently took (Y/N)'s hand.

“Remember, my dear, that darkness and light exist within us all. It is our choices that define us, and the way we navigate the shadows that determine our true nature."

[hestella]

Hannibal Lector: A New Face

A/N: I'm currently not done watching Hannibal so there are A LOT of mistakes and it probably won't make any sense lol please tell me out of the kindness of your heart if you want me to fix anything or want to let me know. Also some scenes are improvised by me, I don’t own any characters except for my OC(which is, well, you), all credits to Hannibal NBC and Red Dragon series. LOVE YOU ALL

Warnings: mentions of violence, sexual violence, blood, murder, use of Y/N(cause I can't think of a cool name), Fem!reader, kind of POC reader?, psychopath reader, trauma, mental illness, BLIND READER

Will Graham was gifted a special talent, the talent to see and read a person's mind, no matter how wicked or broken it was, he was able to know exactly what and why and how. His talents were greatly appreciated from the FBI, especially solving murder cases.

He had some of friends, but there was one particular and close friend he had, her name being Y/N.

She seemed to be also have a special natural-born talent. After an unfortunate event, she was permanently blinded and needed to have a walking sick with her, but she still was able to memorize and observe the smallest details of practically anything she felt and heard. Her talent was also what the FBI needed, but she never actually applied, or even participate on those kinds of stuff, unlike Will.

In fact, she was just a plain old professor, teaching philosophy, she gave lectures in colleges and universities for a living.

At first Hannibal thought she was boring, until he actually got to meet her.

When Jack got to know Will, it wasn't that long after he also got to know Y/N. Will constantly mentioned her, about her abilities and how she would have thought about some things. Will knew better than to actually mention FBI cases to her, but the other way, there wasn't anything stopping him. If Will was doing lectures, not with the FBI, Jack automatically sought her for help. She reluctantly accepted, not because of the work itself but for Will, thinking that he would heal when she solved some cases for him, giving him a break. She had control of her lectures, so she was at least more flexible than Will. And with all seriousness, she was good. It was different from Will’s way of investigation, but she was able to collect evidence according to the case and end up with a conclusion, which actually helped Jack a lot, since Will’s investigation relied on his assumptions, that he himself couldn't really make sense.

"Whoever that killed these girls probably has some kind of women that look like those victims. It can be a daughter, a long gone crush, a mother...someone that they have deep connection, whether it's positive or negative. That makes them most likely a male." She explained, after listening to all the information she needed.

"We already assumed that this was a male, unintentionally. Any other observations?" Jack said.

"It's most likely a daughter, though. Young, all from different campuses. He chose these campuses specifically, I'd say, probably one his daughter goes to, or is planning to go to." She continued. "However..." She stood up, walking towards the board with the pictures, wandering her walking stick from side to side.

"He...he has a thing for killing. he's not doing this for pleasure, it's...it's more like art. Precise, like....." she turned around. "...like those people who hunt wildlife." she said.

"...what?" Jack asked.

She bit her lips, not knowing how to say it. "...like those people, I can't, I can't explain it." She looked towards Will, or just turned around where she sensed he was, for help.

Will nodded. "..yeah, I get it. I can see that, wildlife hunters."

"He probably also owns some personal space, like a cabin, out in the woods where he can dissect and dress the animals he hunts. That's probably where he killed these girls too. He would have been used to it, if he used to, or still currently is a hunter." She muttered.

"Yes, where he can butcher, cool, and storage animals, and apparently people. Even if someone accidentally saw blood or, smelled something from there, it makes sense because it's for that purpose, except it's for animals." Will continued.

She nodded and looked back at Jack, her eyes not really focusing exactly to him. "...did that help?" she asked.

"...quite." Jack looked at her only white eyes.

“im glad,” she gave him a faint smile. “But I’ve been trying to ask…is there someone else here? Apart from Will, me, and you?”

“allow me to introduce myself, Ms. Y/L/N, I’m doctor Hannibal Lector. I apologize for my unintentional ambush,” Hannibal stood upon respect, even if she couldn’t see.

“ah, so you were the one. I thought I was having delusions,” she turned her head to face him, her white eyes staring somewhat at Hannibal. She walked towards him and reached out her hand, which Hannibal accepted gently and respectfully. “No need to apologize, Dr. Lector.” She gave him a smile too.

“I should say you’re quite flexible on communicating, even though you’re visually impaired. Different from Will, you try to have eye contact with people. No offense, by all means,” Hannibal muttered his short observation.

“I’m not offended, it’s true. But there’s no need to psychoanalyze me, doctor.” She let go of his hand and reminded him, slithering away from Hannibal’s attempt to make her step out of her circle.

Hannibal wasn’t able to get a hold of her. She rarely talked, but rather tried to hint the FBI about the evidence. He tried inviting her to dinner but she was always somehow reserved. She surely seemed careful about who to let in her circle.

Hannibal tried to step into her personal space by packing up food that he made and giving them to her. He planned to do that to Will too, getting to know him and partially using it to show her what kind of a person he was. His plan was this: pack breakfast for Will, then let Will tell this event to her, and then eventually making her comfortable enough for him to make breakfast for her too. It was getting two rabbits by one stone.

Hence, that was what happened. A second of silence surrounded the two, as they chewed and swallowed the food.

“Agent Crawford told me you have a knack for the monsters,” Hannibal mentioned.

Will put down his fork and looked at him. “..I don’t think the Shrike killed the girl in the field.”

Hannibal also put down his fork and leaned a bit forward. “The devil is in the details. What didn’t your copycat do to the girl in the fields? What gave it away?”

“..everything. It’s like, he had to show me a negative to prove that-“ he sighed. “Y/N would’ve explain it better,” he muttered. “it’s like he had to show me a negative so that-so that I could see the positive.” He rubbed his face.

“….Y/N?” Hannibal muttered.

“Crawford wants her. I don’t want her to be, but I feel like she can see more than I can.” Will looked around. Hannibal noticed this.

“…May I ask you a question, Will?” Hannibal said, his breakfast long forgotten. Will just waved his hand, nodding his head. “Do you live with someone else here?”

“..yeah, we, Y/N and I thought it wouldn’t be that bad of an idea, rather than getting separate rooms…” Will explained. Hannibal nodded. So that was the thing he felt was off about the house. He was honestly surprised, but didn’t let that out.

“where is she, then? Sleeping? I would love to share this meal with her too, if she can,”

“She leaves at 4 in the morning to go to her job.” Will replied, taking another bite of the food. “and she’s strictly vegan, so I don’t think she’ll be able to eat any of these,”

“I see. Her job, which is..”

“Teaching. Modern philosophy at Johns Hopkins.”

“ah, Johns Hopkins. I should’ve known.” Hannibal almost gave him a smile.

With the additional information, it was too easy for Hannibal to roll Jack Crawford up and persuade her to be one of his patients too. He added a little bit of extra reasoning with her injury, telling Jack perhaps the right therapy may make her sense more, and less be obstacled by her blindness. It wasn’t his initial goal to help her sense like a not-visually-impaired person, but he was confident it was possible.

He decided to pay a visit to her lectures.

(Should I make this a series??)

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❛  you should smile more. you have such a beautiful smile.  ❜

❛  i'm only doing this because you asked me to.  ❜

- Hannibal Lecter

❛  i'm only doing this because you asked me to.  ❜

❛  you should smile more. you have such a beautiful smile.  ❜

Pronouns for y/n: he/him/his

"I don't typically invite patients over but I've decided to make an exception for you." Dr. Lecter said as he led you through his house. To be frank, it felt unusual to see him with his sleeves rolled up and the top buttons of his shirt undone. He had always kept a pristine and proper look about him back in the office.

"You live here all by yourself?" You asked upon entering the absurdly large kitchen. Dr. Lecter stepped toward the island with ingredient lied out, motioning with his hand for you to get closer.

Answering your question with a nod, he pulled a cutting board closer to himself. "Do you like it?"

"Do you?" You swept your gaze over ingredients, turning toward him when he didn't respond. He stared at you, eyes almost studying yours before his lip quirked upward and he wordlessly nodded. "Then that's all that matters."

"Are you aware you often deflect questions about yourself?"

"Do I?" You tilted your head and listened to the amused exhale he released. Chuckling softly, you shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know why I do it. Guess that's why I see you."

"You should smile more. You have such a beautiful smile." He complimented softly, reaching for some vegetables and beginning to cut them into small pieces. You felt your skin flush lightly and hummed, watching him work.

"Would you like to give it a try?" He asked, taking a step back and motioning toward the board. You took his spot, wrapping your fingers over handle of the knife. You stared at it for a moment, catching your reflection in the wet blade.

"(Y/N)?"

Blinking out of it, you cleared your throat and grabbed a new vegetable, hesitantly hovering the knife over it. Dr. Lecter chuckled behind you and moved, pressing his chest to your back and placing his hands over yours.

"You've never cut vegetables before?"

"I wouldn't say I'm the best cook. I'm only doing this because you asked me to."

"Then I'll teach you."

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Hey,

Do you still take Hannibal requests? If you do, could you please write a story, where Hannibal get‘s very jealous after a night out in the opera. The reader had finally met Franklyn, who is very interested in her ( because she‘s friends with Hannibal and part of the cheese folk).Hannibal is visibly angry when they are back in their opera seats… Could you also please end it with smut ( if you are comfortable with that).Thanks for considering!<3

A/n: Hey Hon thanks for the request i hope you like it!

Hannibal Lector x Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy

Warnings:smut, biting, kissing, penetration (p in v), fingering, possessive behaviour, public sex, unwanted flirting (from Franklin), fluff, happy ending, no use of y/n, female reader

Word count:2,9K

Hannibal is pissed. No scratch that. He’s seething. But you can’t see it. No one can. He’s just that good at hiding it. Even so, everyone has a breaking point. 

This was Hannibals.

Franklin had met you at the last opera you and Hannibal had gone to and from that moment it seemed he had grown some sort of infatuation with you. Hannibal always loathed his sessions with Franklin, his ever growing desire to be Hannibal’s friends making the doctor rather uncomfortable, but he never imagined it could get worse. Boy was he mistaken. It seemed like Franklin couldn’t utter a single sentence without mentioning your name. Hannibal watched him dance around the subject for days until he finally got to the point.

“You think you could give me her number?”

“I'm sorry?”

“Her number. I wanted to ask if she’d be free for some wine tasting but I don't know how to reach her. And then I thought you must have her number since you two seem close.”

“I don’t think she’d be interested.”

“Oh well maybe you could give me it anyway and i could ask-”

“I will not be giving you her number and that is final.”

An eerie silence took over the room. Hannibal watched Franklin open and close his mouth silently before settling back into his chair. It seemed clear to Hannibal that his patient had finally gotten the message.

 Once again he was wrong.

You were nursing a glass of wine that Hannibal had picked out for you as your eyes studied the opera house. Hannibal was next to you, his body mare inches from yours but not close enough to allow contact. You watched people come up to Hannibal in greeting before quickly going away.

“As always you’re quite the topic.”

“I don’t know what you mean dear.”

“Don’t be modest Hannibal. It's clear these people admire you. They may even wish to be you.”

You caught sight of a girl making flirtatious eyes to Hannibal and couldn’t help but smirk.

“Or maybe be with you. Either way they consider you appealing.”

Hannibal watched you as you spoke, his eyes never leaving your frame. It was intriguing how observant you could be and how unseeing you were at the same time. It didn’t matter how many women tried to impress him, his eyes always found themselves glued to you. You always had his full attention.

Always.

It was beginning to become a problem.

Hannibal had been so focused on looking at you that he hadn’t noticed someone new had approached. It was only when Hannibal heard the familiar voice that he realized you two had company. The doctor watched Franklin greet you with a kiss on your hand. The sight itself made Hannibal clench his hands into fists. He tried to remind himself he was in the middle of a very crowded place. A place filled with people who knew him. Seeing him throw a punch at a patient would ruin his career. Still he’d never felt an urge to knock someone out so much in his life.

You were always a kind person. Very well mannered and aware of your words. So it shouldn’t surprise Hannibal when you kept conversing with Franklin, occasionally even laughing at his terrible jokes. Hannibal zeroed in his attention on your lips. He observed the way they wrapped around the rim of the glass as you took a sip of your drink. The drink he’d picked for you because he knew you pallet better than anyone.

It had occurred to Hannibal a few months back that he was growing interested in you in a not so friendly way. But it was only when Franklin asked for your number that he realized how deeply he was falling for you. He wanted you for himself. And he would make that happen.

You were starting to get annoyed. Franklin was a nice guy but it was clear he didn’t know how to take no for an answer. You could see the way he was subtly, at least in his eyes, trying to flirt with you. It’s safe to say you weren’t interested. Not that he seemed to be getting that message. A noise rang out into the room telling you all the intermission was coming to an end.

“Well look at that, time just flies when you’re having fun huh?”

You gave Franklin a weak smile .

“We should be going, Franklin. Our seats are at the top so we have to climb a lot of stairs.”

“Oh okay.”

“Maybe we'll see you at the next opera?”

God you hopped not.

“Actually I was wondering if I could get your number.”

You froze, a concerned smile plastered to your face. Gosh he really didn’t let up did he? In a moment of pure panic at the thought of having to deal with Franklin calling at all hours of the night you grabbed onto Hannibal's arm. The doctor's focus moved to where your delicate hands were wrapped around his forearm. You looked up at him with pleading eyes before turning back to Franklin.

“Actually I’m already spoken for.”

“Oh wow I didn’t….realize.”

“Yes well we are very much together so…. Yeah.”

And uncomfortable silence covered the three of you. You tried to think of something to say. Anything to get you away from here. Before you had time to come up with something Hannibal spoke.

“Come on dear. If we don’t hurry we might miss something.”

You let out a relieved breath as Hannibal moved his hand to wrap around your waist, guiding you away from Franklin. You kept your eyes forward as the two of you walked. It was only when you were out of Franklin's view that you started laughing. You braced yourself on your thighs as you laughed.

“Oh gosh. That was just dreadful. He was so-“

“Annoying.”

“Incredibly annoying! Honestly Hannibal I don't know how you can deal with being in a room with him for an hour.”

“Didn’t seem like you were having such a hard time.”

You lifted your head to look at the doctor with a curious expression. He was looking down at you with a look you rarely ever saw, at least not directed towards you. Hannibal Lecter was annoyed. And at you no less. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You seemed to be enjoying talking to him. Laughing at his jokes. Making small talk.”

“It's called manners, Hannibal. As far as I know you value them quite a lot.”

Hannibal stalked over to you causing you to take a step back. Your back hit the wall, making you gasp. Hannibal hovered over you, his eyes boring into your soul.

“Hannibal what are you-“

“Did you enjoy his attention? Did you like the way he was looking at you? He was staring so hard I was surprised his eyes didn’t pop out of their sockets.”

“What the hell’s gotten into you?”

“Into me? Weren’t you the one who was just clinging onto my body like I was your savior?”

You’d never seen Hannibal like this. For the first time since you knew him he looked like an animal. His usually neat hair was slightly flopping over his face and the expert calm facade he always had seemed to have slipped. He looked like a predator and you were his prey. You lifted your hand so that you could touch his arm. He looked at your hand on his frame. It was as if your touch was burning him. He needed to feel you but he was afraid of what that would mean. You whispered his name causing him to face you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, your lips slightly parted as you breathed.

He hadn’t even realized he was boxing you into the wall with his body until he felt the heat that radiated from you. He couldn’t think straight with you so near him but he couldn’t bear to be far from you either. It was then that he realized just how much he craved you. He felt like a lion who’d been starved for days and had finally been given a piece of steak. 

He was going to devour you.

Without a second thought Hannibal shoved his lips against yours. Your body reacted immediately, hand moving to wrap around his neck as he deepened the kiss. Hannibal moved his hand to your leg, hitching it up. You gasped into his mouth as his fingers skimmed over your skin. He enjoyed the sounds you made as he pushed your underwear to the side. His fingers moved over your pussy and he couldn’t help but groan as he felt how wet you were. Your nails dug into his blazer as he inserted one of his digits into you. Your back rubbed against the wall as he continued to bully his fingers into your cunt. A moan slipped through your lips before you managed to cover your mouth, the realization that anyone could just walk by and see you finally becoming clear.

“Hannibal we-“

“Shhh I’m trying to enjoy the opera.”

You could hear the opera singer belting out a note from afar. The sound was dulled by the heavy doors but you could still make it out. Hannibal hummed the song as he continued to finger you. You were trying to keep as quiet as possible but he wasn’t making it easy on you. He knew exactly what to do to have you screaming out for him.

“Hannibal please, I'm so close.”

“Oh yeah? Think you deserve it?”

“Yes please. Please make me cum.”

“Even after flirting with Franklin in front of me?”

This little shit.

“Hannibal please…. I’m sorry.”

“Who do you belong to hum?”

“You.”

“Speak up dear, I can't hear you.”

“You Hannibal! I belong to you!”

“That's right. Go on then. Cum on my fingers.”

You hid your face in the crook of Hannibal's neck as a silent moan ripped through your body. He felt your teeth graze his collar bone through his shirt as your mouth opened in pleasure making him smirk. Your juices continued to coat his fingers as he attempted to help you through your high. Your body shook against him, your limbs spasming as you tried to regain control of your brain. You knew Hannibal's knowledge of the human body made him good at many things but you never stopped to contemplate the effect his expertise would have on a more sexual context.  

Once you’d come back down to earth you pushed your body off of Hannibals allowing you to look into his eyes. You continued to breathe heavily as you looked at him trying to figure out what would happen next. You hadn't expected him to lean down and kiss your lips but you welcomed the action. You warped your arms around his neck tugging him even closer to you. Hannibal's hands made their way to your hips squeezing lightly at your flesh. You bite into his bottom lip as his mouth moved away from yours. You couldn’t help the giggle that made its way out of your lips.

Hannibal grinned down at you, his thumb caressing your hip bone as he continued to observe you. Your hair was covering your face and your lips were swollen from kissing him. Hannibal didn’t look much better, his pupils were dilated and his heart was hammering in chest. You noticed the wild look in his eyes and in a sudden burst of confidence you decided to move your leg up against Hannibal's body. His eyes darted to your leg before moving back to your face. You bite into your lip, your fingers moving to tug at the small hairs on the back of Hannibal's head. You watched his brows furrow a bit at the action. “You gonna fuck me Doctor lector?”

“What makes you say that?”

“The look on your face.”

“And what look would that be?”

“The look of a man who is about to turn into an animal.”

Hannibal's expression faltered slightly at your comment. He wondered from a moment if you’d understand him if he told you what he was capable of. He wondered if your eyes would widen in fear or if they would simply spike up in curiosity. You placed your palm on his cheek causing him to focus on you once more.

“You okay?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m starved.”

Hannibal gave you a wolfish grin as his hand made its way to your ass. You gasped as he pushed your body up, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. You steady yourself on his shoulders waiting to see what he would do. Hannibal tugged your dress up your legs allowing him to view your underwear. He moved his hand to his pants tugging at the zipper. You watched him in anticipation, eyes widening as he pulled his dick from its confines. You whined as he pushed your underwear to the side, positioning himself near your entrance. A gasp left your lips as he pushed into you. Your nails dug into his blazer. Hannibal braced one hand on the wall as he began to pistol into you.

Your moans filled his ears as he continued to brutally fuck into you. The sound of you combined with the sounds of the opera far away were like music to his ears. He wondered why he’d never thought of doing this before. You’d been to his home many times it wouldn’t have been hard to get you into his bed but he supposed this was nice too. He felt a rush move through his body at the thought of someone walking in on the two of you. He wished it would be Franklin, the need to show his patient that you belonged to him becoming overwhelming. His head moved to your neck, tongue moving against the soft skin before he sunk his teeth into you. Your walls clenched around him at the action causing him to let out a grunt.

“Hannibal-ah ugh ah shit- don’t stop.”

He was never going to stop. He’d feast on your body for as long as he could, in every way he knew how. He would never be satiated with the feeling of you. There was no going back now Hannibal would have to make you entirely his. 

He continues to nibble at your skin, desperately trying to mark you as much as he can. He wants to scare off any other suitors but he also enjoys the thought of you walking around covered in marks he’s given you. Mine, he thinks, this one is all mine. You're clenching around his dick like a vice which tells him you’re getting closer to your release. He wants you to beg for it, wants you to ask him to cum. It seems you can read his mind because without him even opening his mouth you’re already whining for him, telling him how good he feels and how much you want to cum on his dick. So he lets you but not before filling you to the brim with his seed. He wants you so full off him that his cum starts to seep out. He wants you to smell like him so everyone else knows who you belong to. 

You’re having a hard time getting your heart to calm down. Hannibals still holding onto your body, trying his best to keep you upright as his own legs threaten to buckle. Neither one of you speaks, opting to just share the space in silence for a moment. You hear muffled applause, the sound telling you that the opera has ended. You pull your dress down covering your body once again. Once you think you're decent your hands move to Hannibal now soft dick, stuffing it back in his pants for him. He doesn't move away from you as you straighten his tie or when you fix his hair for him. He lets you build his facade back up without any complaint. As you finish making sure he too is decent you place your hands on his chest.

“Can’t ruin your reputation, can we now Doctor Lecter?”

He smiles at you, his own hands moving to fix your messy hair. Then he moves to place a gentle kiss on your lips. It's a tender action which causes your heart to skip a beat. As the two of you share a loving kiss the doors of the opera open. People pile into the hall you and Hannibal are in, not one of them aware of what was happening a couple of minutes prior. You allow Hannibal to guide you into the crowd, his hand comfortably warping around your waist. You let your body curl into him.

“Let’s go home my dear. I’m dying for another meal.”

Something about the way he talks makes you think he isn’t talking about food.

[getmeoutofhell]

Slasher House x f! reader

“y/n, could you come in here for a moment please.” usually when hannibal calls you by your first name, something’s up. you wasted no time and went to where he was.

“yes?” you say, as you feel your nerves rise out of fear. he looks at you, not with anger, but with concern. you raise ur eyebrow, confused. “what’s the matter doctor lector? did i so something wrong again?” you ask.

he squints his eyes at you, before slight shaking his head no. “i’m a little confused y/n. what is this?” he picks up a card with a piece of paper on it. “what is that?” you ask. he shows you a letter with your name as the title of it. your eyes widened at the paper, wondering who the hell wrote it.

“may i see it doctor?” he hands you the letter, before taking a seat in one of the chairs. you begin to open the letter, itching to see which bastard wrote it. no one’s ever wrote you a letter before, so this was different.

‘dear y/n, i hope this letter finds you well.

i’ve been admiring you for some months now, and took some time to get to know you personally.

your eyes, smile, laugh, personality, are a gift to me. i’d rather keep my identity private, so you won’t try and run from me. not like you can anyway. after all you’re mine.

once you find out who i am, you and i will leave this place and move away together. i want you to have my children, carry on our legacy. you’d be a wonderful mother, and a wonderful wife. don’t worry my love, i’ll send more letters soon.

sincerely,

your future husband’

your eyes widened as you read the letter out loud to hannibal. who the fuck is this person, writing this letter to you? hannibal looked at you, before taking a quick breath.

“well y/n, it’s clear that someone in this house is in love with you. would you like help figuring out who it is?” he says.

you don’t know what to say.

part 2

[specialagentlokitty]

Hannibal lector x teen!reader - ensure you’re safe

Hi 👋🏻 Saw you wanted to try to write for Hannibal characters and for me the easiest way to start writing for Hannibal was to write like a therapy session with Hannibal. So thought maybe you could write teen!reader or just regular reader at a therapy session with Hannibal, of course there’s no worries if you don’t write it, just thought it might help you out <3 I will probably request something with Will later as he’s my fave character but can’t come up with anything right now - @panic-in-the-multiverse 💜

TW: mentions of abusive parents

Sitting outside in the waiting room to your new therapists office, you sighed heavily, pulling your headphones back over your head.

You weren’t sure what you wanted to do, a large part of you wanted to just leave, but you had to be there, the officer sitting next to you was there to make sure of that.

But just because you had to be there didn’t mean you had to say anything, or actually take part, you simply just had to attend the session.

You watched as a bit of paper was held out in front of your face, and you sighed, turning your gaze to the man sitting next to you, pulling your headphones back down.

“What?” You snapped.

“Don’t be rude, keep your headphones down, and please try take part.”

“I don’t see why I have to, I didn’t do shit wrong.”

“Well, apparently everybody else sees differently kiddo, so please try.”

You stuck your middle finger up at him, pulling your headphones back over your head to carry on blocking out of the world.

You weren’t paying all that much attention, but you did notice when the officer next to you stood up and you turned your head to look at him in uninterest as he spoke to the man who came out of the office.

Then he turned back to you and pushed your headphones down.

“You’re up kid, I’ll wait out here to take you home but then you’re on your own to make sure you come to these sessions, got it? Twice a week.”

“Get lost Daniels.”

“Alright, but remember no wondering off because we’ll know.”

You just scowled and he grinned a little at you, holding up your bag for you to take as you stood up.

“This is Doctor Hannibal Lector, he’s going to be your new therapist, be polite, respectful, and remember to keep your temper.” Daniels warned.

You said nothing as he left, and you turned to the therapist.

“Hello (Y/N), would you like to come in?”

You set your bag down and sat down back in the chair you were waiting in.

Hannibal smiled slightly, and closing his office door, walking over to sit next to you, sitting forward slightly, clasping his hands together.

He took a moment to study you, how uninterested you were, the fact you wouldn’t even look at him, you were dressed in ripped jeans, well worn trainers, a hoodie.

But it was your face that he was drawn to, the stitches on your eyebrow, a little bit of dried blood just at the side, clearly you had ripped one or two earlier that day. What looked to be a broken nose, split lip, and from the brief glance of your knuckles he had gotten they were bruised and blooded.

He made a few mental notes before he finally spoke first, seeing you weren’t going to initiate a conversation with him.

“Would you like to start by telling me a little bit about yourself?” He asked.

“No.”

“Well, how about we start with why you’re here. Why have you been referred to me (Y/N)?”

“You have my file. You know why.” You grumbled.

“Yes, I am aware this is court mandated therapy. I would like to know why you think you were sentenced to therapy, what are your thoughts about this?”

You didn’t say anything, you just slumped down in the chair, pulling your hood up so he wasn’t able to look at you.

“You have no interest in being here.” He noted.

“Nope.”

“I see, yet you’re staying for what reason? What happens if you walk out of those doors before our session has ended?”

You didn’t say anything, and he just sat there silently for the rest of the session with you.

Every session went the same, you would sit outside, refuse to come in or answer his questions, then the pair of you would sit outside the office while he read or made notes and you listened to your music.

It went that way for nearly two months, and Hannibal followed the same routine this time around, opening his office door and you looked up at him.

He paused, taking in your bloodied hoodie and nose.

“(Y/N), what happened?” He asked.

You got up, and he stepped aside, holding the door for you as you walked in for the first time since you began to see him.

Hannibal carefully closed the door, watched as you walked around until you stopped by the ladders and you sat down on them.

“There are more comfortable places to sit if you would prefer.”

“I’m fine.”

He hummed a little bit, sitting in a chair as he looked over at you.

You were one to keep your distance, so he wanted to respect that boundary and stayed where he was on the other side of the room.

“Are you? In the two months that we have known one another you have never stepped foot inside my office until now. Today is the only day you have come in looking as if you were in a fight just before arriving.”

You didn’t say anything.

“I have read your file numerous times, you’re known for your rather unpleasant temper, you have been arrest on multiple occasions for assault, your most previous charge is listed as aggregated assault.”

“So what?” You snapped slightly.

“There is no need to get angry, I am not here to judge you. I am simply here to assist you, find out why you are so angry all the time and what led to your anger.”

You pulled the sleeve of your hoodie down, pressing it to your nose, wiping some of the blood on it.

Hannibal got up, walking over he took the handkerchief from his pocket and held it out to you, making sure he kept his distance.

“I don’t need your help…” you grumbled.

“Well, blood can be rather hard to wash out of clothing, you may ruin your jacket if you keep that up.”

“It’s a hoodie.”

Hannibal chuckled slightly.

“Very well, you will ruin your hoodie.”

“Like I said, don’t need your help.”

Hannibal sighed, laying the handkerchief down on the floor just a few steps away from your and he clasped his hands behind his back.

“You are a deeply mistrusting person, I understand that. But perhaps if you are willing to give someone a chance you will see that some people can be trusted.”

You glanced up at him, then quickly averted your gaze, going back to looking at the floor instead, but he knew you were watching him.

You had your head lowered, but just barely high enough to look at his shoes.

“Who hurt you?” He pressed carefully.

“What makes you think I didn’t start it?”

“The lack of bruises or scrapes on your hands, your clothes are rather dirty, defensive wounds I would say. Am I correct?”

You shrugged a little bit.

“Maybe I just like it, getting into fights and all.”

“I have a reason that perhaps you don’t enjoy it.”

You looked up at Hannibal, getting up and you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jeans.

“Maybe I do. Maybe it fun, beating the crap out of someone until their blood is all over their face, watching as they beg me to stop, to leave them alone. Maybe I like the fear in the eyes.” You taunted.

“Is that so?”

Hannibal watched as you studied him, getting a read on him, trying size him up to see if you could take him on in a fight or not.

“Do you want to hurt me (Y/N)?”

You didn’t say anything.

“Who do you really want to hurt? When you get into all these fights you claim to enjoy, who do you think off when you’re knocking them to the ground and beating them within an inch of their lives?”

“No one.”

“Anybody with that much rage thinks of somebody, targets somebody.”

You just scoffed, making your way past him to head to the door.

You left without another wait, having reached the exact time limit of the session and Hannibal walked over to his desk, opening his book.

He wrote down what you had told him, and sat reflecting on it.

Clearly you were an angry person, you were a teenager with a lot of anger and hatred, but not at the world.

It was directed at one single person, because if your anger was random he had no doubt in his mind you would’ve already tried to attack him, but you didn’t.

You simply just refused to acknowledge whatever he said, you didn’t attempt to hurt him.

Intimidate? Yes. But not hurt.

It was a few days when your next session came around, and you walked into the office once more, taking a seat in your usual spot, this time a little more slowly.

Hannibal frowned, but carried on his session.

And he began to pick up on every time you came into the sessions either hurt, or fresh out of a fight.

And the timeframe between these seemed to get smaller and smaller, up until the point today.

Hannibal opened his door and you looked worse than ever as you pushed past him, dripping some blood on to the floor, limping into the middle of the room.

You took a few shoe breaths and he closed the door, making his way over to you.

“(Y/N), can you hear me?”

You slowly turned to him, nodding your head, stumbling a couple of steps.

“Tell me what happened? Who did this to you?”

You shook your head, slowly sitting down on the floor so you wouldn’t have to get blood on any of his furniture.

“Stay here, I will call the police, and for an ambulance.”

“No!”

Hannibal turned at your outburst, and you looked at him, rage with slight fear mixed in your eyes.

“Don’t you dare, don’t… don’t call anyone…” you warned.

“Alright.”

Hannibal set his phone back down and he walked over, kneeling down in front of you, resting an arm on his leg.

“Tell me what happened.”

You took a small breath, leaning back on one of your hands.

“I fucked up… real bad doctor Lector… like.. like real bad…”

“I need you to tell me what happened.” He pressed carefully.

You sighed a little bit.

“He got drunk again, got pissed, I talked back. He swung for me so I fought back, hit him with a chair. She got pissed at me, pushed me down a few stairs.”

“Who is the ‘he’ you keep referring to?”

“My dad.”

Hannibal nodded his head.

“I assume the ‘she’ would then be your mother?”

“Bingo, right on the money doc. I can see why you’re a therapist.”

Hannibal noticed how you deflected the serious topic with unserious remarks or a slightly snappy tone towards him.

“I see, you are aware that I have to call the police, and I strongly recommend you allow me to take you to the hospital. A fall down the stairs is not something to take so lightly.”

“You call police and I’m gone.”

“Why?”

You stayed quiet, shifting a little with pain and he sighed.

“You have strong issues with authority, but unfortunately I have to call them, I have a duty of care to ensure your well-being. Which means if I suspect that someone or yourself will cause you harm I have to report it. I can request to be with you every step of the way if that makes you comfortable.”

You pushed yourself up with a grunt of pain, stumbling a few steps backwards and Hannibal quickly stood up, placing his hand on your back to keep you stable.

You moved away quickly, and made your way to the door.

“At least allow me to take you to the hospital.” Hannibal said.

He turned around to get his keys from his desk and when he turned around you were gone.

He sighed, picking up his phone in order to call for your parole officer.

He had had the number his his phone since the first session, but he had never had to call the officer about you.

Not until now.

He quickly relayed on the fact that you had come into his officer severely injured.

You hadn’t made it far when Daniels picked you up, despite the fact you tried running you couldn’t exactly outrun a police officer in your injured state and you were taken to the hospital.

The ran some tests, stitched up your cuts, and placed you in a room while you awaited the results of your tests.

“So, want to tell me what happened?” Daniels asked.

“Go fuck yourself.” You growled.

“Hey, I want to help kid. But I can’t if I don’t know what happened to you.”

“You know what happened you prick, you all know what happened but you won’t do fuck all about it!”

“Calm down right now.”

“Or what?!”

You ripped the IV out of your arm, and you stood up, nearly falling to the side but you didn’t falter.

Daniels stood up as well.

“You can’t do shit.”

“Look, doctor lector is on his way, and they’re taking your parents in for questioning right now but you need to stay here.”

“Like fuck do I have to stay here. You can’t hold me for shit.”

You barged past him, throwing down the tray as he tried to follow you.

It would stall him for a few minutes while nurses and doctors quickly tried to gathering everything up so nobody would get hurt.

You left the hospital, making your way to your usual hideout spot when you didn’t want to go home.

It wasn’t the best, an old and abandoned construction site, but it was full of more than enough hiding places, and you went to your favourite one.

Sitting in the concrete pipe, you rested your back on a blanket you had in there, closing your eyes as you breathed through the discomfort.

Your phone was ringing endlessly, and you turned it off, getting bored of hearing the sound.

Though the silence was helpful when it came to hearing the creaking of the large metal gate being opened and closed.

“(Y/N), I know you’re here, come out so we can talk!” Hannibal called.

You stayed quiet.

You knew he would eventually and it only took a few minutes for him to appear at the entrance to your hiding spot.

He offered you a gentle smile.

“You need to go back to the hospital.”

“No.”

“Your parents are currently in custody, you’re safe. Nobody here is going to hurt you, nobody there will hurt you either.”

You scoffed.

“You really believe that? Give it a day or two, they’ll be back out.”

“Yet you always go back, why?”

“Because I have to, court order. Every. Single. Time.”

Hannibal sighed, and he offered you a reassuring smile.

“Come with me, I assure you that no more harm will come to you.”

You didn’t believe him, you simply just left the other end of the pipe you were sat in and Hannibal got up to follow you.

“You have internal bleeding, if you do not go back to the hospital you’ll die within hours.”

“Great, makes life easier for everybody. Gives me a way out.”

“Do you wish to die?”

You paused, giving the man a chance to walk over to you and stand in front of you.

“Do you wish to die (Y/N)?”

“No.”

“So, allow me to take you back to the hospital then. We will let the surgeons fix whatever inside you is bleeding, then when you wake up I will be right there waiting.”

“Yeah, and they’ll be there too.”

“You have my word, you parents will not be allowed in the room.”

You scoffed.

“Yeah, I’ll take my chances bleeding internally.”

“What if I can prove to you that they won’t be allowed in the same room as you?”

This seemed to gain your interested, and he gestured to the front of the construction sight.

“Do you see that man over there?”

You nodded.

“His name is Jack Crawford, he works for the FBI. He has read over your case file, he along with another agent will be outside your room the entire time you are there in recovery while we sort a safer place for you.”

Hannibal held his hand out to you.

“Do you trust me, even just a little bit?”

You looked at him, and you slowly nodded your head.

Hannibal smiled, walking over and he reached out, wrapping his arm around you, letting you hold his other arm to steady yourself while you both walked.

“They will never hurt you again (Y/N).”

Hannibal helped you into his car and got into the drivers seat, adjusting the mirror, wiping the little bit of blood that was on it so you wouldn’t see it

[xuqijie]

𖧧 hallway crush ! ๋࣭

↳ kang haerin x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS ; kang haerin, aka your hallway crush, is the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. your online friend, goyangi encourages you to confess. will you?

GENRE ; fluff, crack, smau, highschool au

WARNINGS ; cursing, bad humour, idols are probably ooc, jealousy, underage drinking

PROFILES ; ONE ★ TWO

1. kim dale griffin minju

2. fancy was robbed

3. transgender WHO?

4. world is ending!

5. voldemort sunbaenim

6. HYEIN TOTY!

7. hanni’s tw*tter friendship

8. FUCK THESE KIDS

9. minjuphobic arc

10. whos haerin

11. pretend and smile

12. beomgyu and y/n beef?!?!?

13. charity case

14. Y/N GANG WE ON TOP!!

15. y/n’s boxing career

16. beomgyu fight reporter

17. did you go alpha?

18. holy shit

19. wake up and break up

20. stinky pookie patootie rinnie boo

21. sorry minju

22. GO HAERIN!!!

23. #1 haey/n shipper

24. hanni is over party 2023

25. HANNIBAL LECTOR?

26. they caught me peeping

27. dick heart <3

28. hanni baker

29. discord kitten

30. GWTA

31. MEGAMIND TIME

32. CALLED ME CUTE

33. okay? okay.

34. fun night!

35. what. x3

TAGLIST ; @lizseos @yumtooki @elyds @chaersly @babycubchae @imhuh @somsomishy @fav9yu @gojosrug @oshyci @ahnneyong @seeju @sserajeans @lcv3lies @cutieseo @txtbrainrot @azinwo @archerheejin @luvkait @daniellemyluv @sserafimez @cathaerin @certainyouthpeanut @foxsunoo @cfvgbhndun-new-blog @hyukasverse @kyuupidwrites @dmndtears @jisooftme

updates are based on my mood lol

[n3kk1tty]

Patrick Bateman x Hannibal /Will Daughter

Patrick is trying to start a relationship with the prominent socialite (Y/n) Lector. Her fathers are very well known in upper crust society and she has followed in their footsteps. With her hanging off his arm Patrick will be able to rocket his image and career but she won't give him the time of day. It's like she's toying with him, giving him just enough attention and flirtation to be hanging on chasing after her but never enough to satisfy him.

She's good at toying with his heart and feelings too. Light touches, polite conversations, getting very invested in his care routine. Boosting his ego while simultaneously tearing it down. Really she sees him as prime meat at first. A sociopathic narcissist who practically plated himself on her dinner table by how well he cares for himself. What happens when the pairs forbidden dance of manipulation turns into something more steamy. Will Patrick figure out the family secret.

Should I make this an actual fic?

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Alien and a Cannibal

Hannibal Lecter x venom!plus size reader

Hannibal Masterlist | Main Masterlist

A curious new investigative reporter becomes Hannibal the Cannibal’s new interest, and maybe dinner, but her heart is just as dark as his.

Warnings: DARK THEMES, cannibalism, murder, both Hannibal and reader are morally grey/dark, implied smut, violence, swearing, making out, dead bodies, mentions of rape, assault, serial killers, all the typical Hannibal stuff, blood, french dishes, implied blood play

WC: 2.6k

Minors DNI

Freddie Lounds was the absolute bane of Hannibal’s existence. Her blatant disregard for basic human decency and rude behaviour had forever corrupted his view of investigative reporters. As much as he would love to have her for dinner, her disappearance would be noted and considering his long and rocky history with her, he would be considered a suspect.

Will had dragged him to yet another crime scene, claiming he needed help. Hannibal knew it was just because he wanted Jack off his back while he worked and having his therapist there is a good distraction.

The bright yellow police tape was almost hidden amongst the throngs of people trying to get a glimpse of the undoubtably grizzly murder that lay just beyond, the head of red hair standing out among them. Will quickly darted through the crowd, intensely focused on the white sheet wrapped over what looked to be a headless body.

“Interesting.” The doctor muttered as he looked over Will’s shoulder at the body. “Crime of passion?” Will was becoming more insecure, interesting. “Look at the cuts, they are too precise. Almost like teeth.” He knelt down beside his patient, his long fingers pointing out the insidious around the base of the neck which closely resembled a shark bite.

Another set of footsteps approached, the cheap dress shoes of Jack Crawford came into view. “We’ve got an ID on the vic. Michael Thomas. 35. 5 felony convictions, aggravated assault, 2 counts of rape, and two attempted murders. He broke his parole last week. This is the third beheading like this that we’ve found.”

Hannibal stood, looking over at the collection of onlookers, but one stood out. She was standing beside Lounds, taking an obvious displeasure with the woman but still indulged her chatter, clearly trying to get some kind of information from the journalist. Her e/c eyes seemed dulled slightly, something swimming behind them. He couldn’t help but observe her body. Thick curves hidden behind a grey v-neck and black skinny jeans with a too-large leather jacket. Thick thighs, wide hips, large stomach, heavy breasts.

Oh, she looked delicious.

“Hannibal.” He reluctantly turned away, tearing his amber eyes from that divine meal. “The other two vics were also convicted felons with pretty long rap sheets. Rape, stalking, murder, all the good stuff. This could be a serial killer.” Will avoided eye-contact, more insecurities. “A serial killer targeting people who escape the law. This person is obviously helping the authorities, they’re doing your job better than you.” Jack’s face scrunched in annoyance, eye twitching. Hannibal smirked. “But who’s to say he won’t begin to escalate to killing innocent people.”

“Why do you assume a man did this? It could’ve just as well have been a woman.” Will sighed. “But statistically speaking, most serial killers are men and this fits more with a male profile. Violent, messy.” “That’s quite a sexist view. Women are just as capable as men.”

The FBI agents gave each other a look. “I don’t think now is an appropriate time to be discussing gender equality.” “Well if you’ve figured it all out Agent Crawford, I do have a practise I must get back to.” He turned his back and began to walk away, adjusting his suit jacket, brushing away some non-existent dust from his shoulder. Hannibal slicked back his hair but was disappointed when he noted the woman had disappeared. “We should have a little chat soon Will, I’ll book you in for next week.”

He just huffed and moved back to the body, ignoring Freddie’s calls for an interview. “Doctor Lecter! What can you say to the rumours that this is a new serial killer!” She began to follow him as he moved through the small crowd of people. Just as he reached for the silver handle of his car door, she darted in front of him, shoving a small tape recorder in his face. “A statement please Doctor Lecter.”

A growl rumbled through his chest. “Ms Lounds, I would ask that you step away from my car. I have no comment for you. I’m sure that the FBI will release a statement soon.” “We both know the FBI is totally incompetent. I know you’ve got a theory already so why not tell me and I’ll do a little digging of my own. Bring this freak to justice.” At this point, Hannibal was fantasising about what meals he could turn her into.

“Interfering with a federal investigation is a crime Ms Lounds.” She huffed. “I won’t be interfering, I’ll just be… helping them along.” “Yes, like you helped when you broke into my office to steal my patients’ files. So I recommend you move before I have one of those very nice agents come over here. Have a good evening.” The car door slammed shut behind him and he clutched the wheel tightly, his knuckles going white. Clearing his throat, Hannibal composed himself, driving off.

Y/N Y/L/N. It had taken him weeks and another murder but he had found her. An investigative reporter like Freddie but far more reliable. She even worked with Eddie Brock for a time before they both fell off the radar. No family, only one or two friends. He approached her outside the fifth crime scene.

“You seem quite intuitive. What do you think is happening?” She pondered for a moment before turning to him, her e/c eyes meeting his golden ones. “Well the police say it’s randomised attacks, one person did one beheading and now there’s copy-cats.” “Yes that is what the police say but I was asking you.” She smirked, eyes sparkling. “A vigilante, someone taking out the trash.” He towered over her, leaning towards her. “I thought the same. Doctor Hannibal Lecter.” She took his outstretched hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N but I’m guessing you already knew that, didn't you Doctor Lecter?” “I must admit, you did catch my attention ms Y/L/N.” “Y/N please. But I shouldn’t take up anymore of your time, it seems that someone is waiting for you.” She gestured to Will who was dashing around madly, eyes wide. “I suppose I must attend to that. But I would love to have you for dinner. Feel free to give me a call.” He handed over his card then ducked under the yellow police tape with a wink.

Hannibal received a very frantic call from Alanna around two in the morning. Apparently Will had gone missing and the good doctor couldn’t find him. So quickly pulling on some street clothes from the back of his closet, he drove into town, figuring that Will’s sleepwalking might’ve gotten him this far. Parking on a side street, Hannibal stepped from the car to begin his search.

The coppery scent of blood permitted his senses. With furrowed eyebrows, he turned the corner. “Will?” “Seriously man I didn’t do anything! Leave me alone!” He could practically smell the fear coming from further down the alley. Sticking to the shadows, his back pressed tightly against the brick wall, he creeped forward, catching sight of a huge black mass standing over a man who’s arm was bleeding profusely.

You know what you did. Killing all those women just because of their job. “They deserved it.” And so you deserve this. It growled before a huge hand curled around the man’s throat, lifting him into the air, stepping further into the light. Glossy black skin only offset by silvery white veins and huge milky eyes. Its mouth unhinged almost like a snake’s, long pink tongue tracing over the razor sharp teeth.

Then, the face shot out and bit his head clean off, dropping the body on the dirty concrete, the grey being stained crimson. The beast licked it lips than jumped straight up onto the roof of the opposite building, disappearing from view.

Interesting.

Soft music floated through the lavishly decorated halls, Hannibal humming along as he went through his box of recipes, selecting the perfect one for his delicious little reporter. Of course, the meal he was preparing for tonight was already in the oven, waiting for her to arrive. He just couldn’t wait to have a taste of her. Sure, it would be a waste of her capabilities but he just couldn’t help himself, she was by far the most beautiful creature he had seen.

He supposed devouring her would be a way of worshipping her. Giving her death value, a piece of her existing within him. He would make her into something glorious, something divine that perfectly reflected her own divinity. But he wouldn’t share her, no, she would be all his, for eternity. He had already picked out the wine he would serve with her. A gorgeous 1945 Château Mouton-Rothschild. He had bought it on a whim, paying far too much money for it but now he knew it was perfect for her.

A knock broke him from his thoughts, a large smile appearing across his chilled jaw. Y/N was standing on his front step wearing a black knee length dress. It was classy, showing just enough skin to be enticing, a little slit along her left leg teased what was hiding beneath the fabric.

“Y/N, come in. I’m glad you could join me.” Once again, he took her hand, looping it through his arm as he led her deeper into the house. “Thank you for inviting me Doctor Lecter, it’s not often I get invited to a nice house by a handsome doctor and given free food.”

He chuckled. “It’s always wonderful to have a beautiful woman in my home. But please call me Hannibal, Doctor Lecter feels too formal for our situation.” “I have to say, I was surprised that you wanted me to come over. You don’t seem too fond of reporters.” She gracefully sat in the chair he pulled out for her. “I am not fond of one particular reporter. But I do enjoy your work, it is quite comprehensive.”

“You flatter me Hannibal. First you approach me at a crime scene, chat me up, invite me to a very expensive dinner, then compliment my work. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re trying to seduce me.” She took a long sip of the vintage red he poured for her, having already slipped a sleeping drought in it that should kick in after the main course was served. “You seem to have discovered my plan. You are a beautiful, intelligent woman. You can’t blame me for wanting to have you to myself. Now if you’ll excuse me, dinner is about to be served.”

“Tête de veau en sauce verde.” Two perfectly plated dishes were placed in front of Y/N. Swirled meat and large bones filled with marrow were paired with incredible greens and a large white rose. “I am aware that the red rose has more romantic meanings but I find the white to be more beautiful and pure.” He refilled her wine glass, his calloused fingers brushing against hers. Their eyes met across the table, a burning tension between them.

Y/N’s e/c eyes fluttered shut as she took a bite of the meat, moaning at the richness. “I don’t see why you continue to be a psychiatrist when this food is absolutely divine. You could easily become a chef or a house husband.” “Well I’m sure if the right spouse came along, I could be swayed.” She giggled, taking another sip of wine that seemingly had no effect on her.

“So tell me Hannibal, who are we eating?” “It’s cows head my dear.” Her utensils were placed back down as she leaned forward, breasts pressed against the table. “That isn’t what I asked.” The doctor froze, looking up at her, panic beginning to rise in his stomach and he subtly adjusted his grip on the sharp steak knife. “What makes you think we are eating someone?”

Eyes narrowed, she answered. “Don’t take me for an idiot. So tell me who are we eating. I’ve eaten humans before, I know how they taste.” “And how would you know that?” He raised a greying eyebrow at her. “I would’ve thought you figured it out by now. I guess I overestimated you. I certainly figured out who you were before we met.”

Hannibal launched across the table. This wasn’t the plan but if he was quick enough, he wouldn’t damage her too much. He buried the knife in her chest, blood slowly dripping down the blade to the handle. She grunted but gave no other indication of pain. “I was really hoping that this night would end differently. I even wore my best lingerie but now we should have a chat.” Black tendrils shot out from her back wrapping around him and pinning him back to his seat.

“You see,” she winced, pulling the knife from her skin, ramming it into the table, “I need to consume a certain chemical in order for my little friend to survive. We can, of course, find the same chemical in chocolate but it’s just less practical and far more expensive than hunting people down and eating their brains. We had hoped, considering our similar interests, that we could work together. It’s such a shame we’ll have to kill you now.” Y/N settled in his lap, her crotch hovering over his own, fingers playing with his surprisingly silky hair.

“Who is this we?” “We are Venom.” Hannibal watched with fascination as her eyes bled into a complete white, veins of obsidian rising from her s/c as she bent over and licked up the length of his thick neck. “You taste delicious, maybe we should savour you, keep you around for a while.” “You’ve been killing those people haven’t you.”

Little nibbles were placed on his neck. “Very good Doctor Lecter. Venom and I have a deal, he can eat as many brains as he wishes as long as it’s someone bad. And you are oh so bad.” Can we eat him now? I don’t like when you seduce people. A floating head came out of her back. “Patience my love, it’s my time to have some fun.” She lifted her dress higher, thick legs locking against his hips, Hannibal smirked, smelling her arousal. “So this Venom lives in your body and feeds off of people. I don’t see much benefit for you.”

A tendril pulled down the front of the dress, stopping just above her nipples to expose the place where he had stabbed. The skin was flawless, no indication that he had attempted to kill her. “Fascinating.” He bent forward as much as he could while still being restrained and rubbed his nose against her. God, she was so intoxicating.

Her head fell back as she sighed, hand keeping his head in place. “Venom heals me, protects me. It also helps that he can get me into places I normally couldn't, which is extremely helpful for my job.” Plump lips mouthed at the fatty flesh of her chest, groaning at the salty sweetness. “A woman after my own heart.” Y/N moaned as she ground herself against his hardening length, a brief lapse in her concentration allowed Hannibal to grab her and lay her on the table, her head landing right next to the knife.

“I thought you didn’t have a heart Hannibal.” “Oh I do my dear and it can be yours. Let me provide for you, let us be partners. I have plenty of recipes I’m sure you both would enjoy.” A large hand cupped Venom’s cheek, fascinated with the feel of the slick skin. You wish to feed us? Venom seemed genuinely curious now. “I have never met anyone like you two. I must admit, I was planning on killing you tonight. You would’ve been my most transcendent meal yet. I would've shared you either, you would be just mine.”

His lips reattached to her throat, making Y/N sigh. AS LONG AS YOU GIVE US CHOCOLATE, YOU MAY HAVE HER. “Thanks buddy. Don’t you have anything to say about the fact he wanted to eat us tonight?” The alien paused. Don’t hurt my nibble again. Then disappeared back into her shoulder.

“I do have a request though my love.” “Anything.” He hovered over her, their lips barely brushing. “Let’s kill Freddie Lounds first.” The cannibal smiled broadly before crashing their lips together in a passionate kiss. She wound her arms and legs around him, rolling her hips up into his own. “Now, I do wish to eat you this evening but not in the way I originally planned. Perhaps we should move this somewhere else.”

“God yes please. But promise me that when we do kill her, we make love in her blood.” Hannibal growled, the vibrations rumbling through his chest like a predatory animal. “Oh you are dangerous love.” “Take me to bed Hannibal.”

Six months later, Freddie Lounds was dead and Hannibal stole Y/N away to elope. When they returned, matching rings on their fingers, they worshipped each other in her blood, their vows spoken while painted red in some unholy ritual, binding themselves to each other for eternity, Venom tying them together as they became one.

Nothing could stop them. Their hunger devoured all who stood in their way.

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[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

So the idea of being married to Will prior to the start of the show, like imagine when the main team finds out will graham has a wife? Jack Crawford knew obviously, and maybe Alana, but everyone else is just

“He has a wife? He can handle people enough to have a wife?”

And oh god Freddie lounds finding the one and only wedding photo you put on Facebook or Instagram solely for your parents who live out of state to see, like it’s you and will outside the wolf trap house, the doggos all around you guys minus Winston, and yes the good girls and boys have little bows on their collars. And blasts that will graham the ‘crime gimp’ is married like most psychopaths keeps an air of normality to keep word off their true nature.

Like you visit will at school to just listen to him talk and teach cause it’s just so interesting.

He tells Hannibal about you, and your hobbies and how you tried once to show him how to crochet or knit and it ended with him somehow cutting his fingers with the needle or hook.

He has a photo of you and the dogs in his wallet, a new one cause gotta have Winston in the photo.

Def shows Hannibal when he talks about you.

He seems to almost get lost in talking about you, gets that’s far off look he gets when he goes into full empath mode, but it’s softer, more dreamy, more happy then when he’s in his moments of seeing the killer murdering someone.

Hannibal is both curious and a bit jealous that someone other then him is able to break through the walls Will has up.

He def wants to meet you, so he, does, he finds out where you work and just so happens to visit and since Will showed him a photo he just casually, as casually as Hannibal lector can, comes up and just

“You wouldn’t happen to be Mrs. Graham, would you?”

Shock? Yes. Surprise? Yes.

“That’s me. Um are you a colleague of wills?” And Hannibal smells will on you, that aftershave, and your own perfume. And it’s a pleasant mix that he quite enjoys.

Has a plan to kill you in place should he ever need it. Has a full mapped out sketch of what he would make you into. From, the position of your body, to the flowers and spices he would put around you, and what dish he would serve you to Will as.

Yes Hannibal would kill and then feed parts of you to Will.

But like you end up coming to Hannibal on your own for therapy because you need someone who understands your husbands mind to talk to.

Hannibal now is just ‘oh….yeah I want them both’

He sees your softness, rough edges, but he sees why Will would be so drawn to you.

Invites you for dinner alone,

You tell Will, who finds it weird your therapist wants to take you to dinner. But tells you to be safe and to call on the way there and home.

Did I mention you didn’t really tell Will Hannibal is your therapist? Whoops.

Dinner is wonderful and oh yeah Hannibal wants you, and will, like it’s weird he is obsessed as Bedelia says. To Hannibal, he’s never had people more interesting to play with.

Actively tries to make you push Will in ways he knows will work in his benefit.

Will accidentally storms in on a session after a case and…

Well it was a couples therapy session.

When wills in jail, you tend to lean way on Hannibal and yes he uses that to his advantage.

Kisses you in his office after a session.

Will is very, not hurt just

“You throw me in jail, frame me for your crimes…and after all of that, you kiss my wife, I’m impressed at the amount of ego you have.”

You are in wills mind palace, his stream, with you sat on the grass, reading while he fishes, it’s all that keeps him, slightly more sane then if he didn’t have his imagination.

Hannibal stabs you in front of Will after slitting Abigail’s throat, he mostly yanks you up, kisses you, and in that stabs you. Just he aims to fully kill you, like he aimed to keep Will alive, but you he needed to hurt Will with you, so he goes full on but, that love for you, he just he aims to kill but ends up with you still alive.

Will wakes up before you. Then spends like every minute he can by your bed.

Def kisses the scar when you guys go back home.

Becomes a routine.

“We match, though he went for different sides. Forever together”

“Never one without the other”

[dumbdorkcake]

Grahm is a man

rando: be honest, who do you call at your lowest.

Grahm: no one, becAuse I’m a mAn

Y/n: dont lie, you call hannibal

[gaylorvader]

Platonic Lady Dimitrescu x ftm reader

Summery:One of the new maids refuses to wear the maid uniform, Lady D thinks he’s trying to be rude but really he’s just dysphoric about it.

Word Count:599

Warnings:getting accidentally misgendered once

(A/n this might be kinda shit cause it was just a random thing I started daydreaming about. Hope you enjoy tho.)

“You have to wear one"

“I’d rather take my chances with those wolf things outside.”

She rubbed her face. You were recently brought to Castle Dimitrescu to be a maid, the woman you were talking to was trying to teach you what to do.

“You have to wear it otherwise the ladies will turn you into wine.”

“Like blood as wine or blood mixed with wine?”

“Mixed with wine to my knowledge.”

“Hannibal Lector eat your heart out.”

She started laughing at my pun.

“I’m glad you caught that, I was proud of that one.” You smirked

“Yeah that was a good one.” She chuckled.

“But back on topic you need to wear that, I was being serious about the being turned into wine thing.”

You just shrugged. “Can I not just wear this.” You gestured to your current outfit, she just sighed.

“If you die its not my fault.”

“Ok.”

The woman, who you learned was named Angela, was showing you around and telling you what you’d be doing when your tour got interrupted.

You hear a woman clear her throat behind you, and when you turned around it was the 9 foot tall ruler of the castle.

“Ah! Lady Dimitrescu.” Angela bowed, pushing you to do the same.

“You" the lady said looking at you. “what is your name?”

“Y/n.”

She just looked at you before turning to Angela. “Why isn’t she wearing a uniform?”

You could see how nervous she was so you answered. “It’s not her fault. She tried to get me to wear it for like, 10, 15, minutes, but I refused to.”

The lady just stared at you, glaring slightly. “My office, now.”

Angela gave you a sympathetic look as you followed Lady Dimitrescu.

When you arrived at the lady’s office she told you to sit and she sat behind her desk.

“So why won’t you wear your uniform? I can only see it as a move of disrespect.” She asked you.

“No, it’s nothing to do with you at all.”

She raised an eyebrow before leaning back I’m her chair. “Than please, explain yourself. Quickly.”

Well either you tell her the truth and maybe die anyway or don’t and definitely die, you had the feeling she’d see right through any lie you tried to tell. “Welp, here we go" you thought.

“So basically, um-"

“Out with it.” She said clearly losing patience.

“I’m trans.”

You could practically hear the record scratch in her head. She sat forward again, arms on the desk.

“What?”

“Ya know, like transgender? Like I’m a trans guy?”

She thought for a moment. “So you didn’t want to wear a dress because it would cause you gender dysphoria, correct?”

Your eyebrows shot to your hairline. You, didn’t expect that.

“Uh y-yeah.”

She chuckled. “I may be old but I still know things.” She paused. “Hm, usually we wouldn’t allow a manthing to work here but we can make an exception here.”

“Wait really? Like you’re not gonna turn me into wine?”

She laughed. “No we're not. Here in house Dimitrescu we support lgbtq people, in fact at least half of those working here are lgbtq. Me and my daughters included.”

“Really?”

She nodded smiling. “Yes. I’m a lesbian, my daughter Daniela is pan, Cassandra is bi, and Bela, well she’s not sure exactly but she’s definitely not straight.”

You laughed. “Man us lgbtq folk really do gravitate to each other.”

She chuckled as well. “Yes it seems we do. I’ll contact Donna about getting a suit for you.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

“How are you alive?!” Angela exclaimed.

[hestella]

Hannibal Lector x reader: A new face part. 2

A/N: Someone teach Tumblr to me. It's too complicated. I'm not done watching Hannibal cause it's too hard to watch and I'm not smart enough!

Warning: Blind reader, depiction of violence, sexual violence, cannibalism, well it's Hannibal, A lot of mistakes, etc, etc.

Part 1

“Humans have constantly, somehow, throughout the entire history, made some being, or even beings, that were superior than themselves and called them God. The existence of a ultimate power has been created in all known civilizations that sustained long enough to have a written language, and for even those we don’t know had a language, we assume, that there was some type of god within their society, only they couldn’t afford writing it down.” 

Y/N’s voice echoed around the lecture hall. She was wearing a classy, somewhat antique 3-piece suit that had a dark blue color, which went well with her leather shoes too. 

Hannibal sat in the corner, watching and listening to her lecture. He didn’t see himself as much as a philosophical guy, but to be honest it was quite interesting. Her aura and her appearances made it more interesting, more mysterious along with the fact that she was lecturing about philosophy.

His thoughts were similar to others. Other students seemed to be fascinated by the subject. There seemed to be students of all backgrounds, one wearing a lab coat, one who looked like an art major, he even saw some older people who looked like other professors too.

She did not walk around the room like Will. She stood still in a podium, not even using a slideshow to teach. 

“but then, how, one might wonder, and why, could all these pre-historic people collectively think to make ‘god’? Perhaps, it has something to do with evolutionary theory?” She paused. “Any guesses?”

A few students raised their hands, but Hannibal internally tilted his head, how could she possibly see who raised their hands?

“..wow, nobody? I must be blind,” she made a joke, causing the students to laugh. “Don’t be afraid to speak out, please, I may not be able to see, but my hearing’s fine.”

“Apologies, professor. I..I think the essential part of that question is whether or not the pre-historic people knew what they were making was a real God. It may have started from scratch, like, you know, the things adults tell children to explain natural disasters and so.” A student, a bright girl, said. 

“Great. And your name is?”

“Marissa Schurr, professor.” She answered.

“Marissa, do you have any personal beliefs? I’m not asking about religion, just anything.” Y/N looked towards Marissa, her white eyes staring at her. 

“..I..I don’t know, professor, well I’m an atheist, but probably,” 

Y/N smiled faintly. “I understand. Who believes the ‘3 second rule’ here? Or even, who believes the number 13 as unfortunate or, related to death? 7 as the lucky number?” She asked the whole. 

The vast majority of the people whispered among themselves and nodded, few raised their hands.

“I assume most of you guys do believe those. None of those ‘beliefs’ I mentioned are true, we know that, but why do we believe in it?” She paused once more. 

“It’s because us, as humans, and other intellectual animals, find comfort in things that make sense. Myths can be seen as complete lies, but they are logical, sometimes because the majority of the people say it’s logical. For example, the number 13 was the amount of people that had the last supper with Jesus Christ the night he was betrayed, according to the Bible. That is why we think 13 as bad, or unlucky.” The students nodded and jotted down notes as she spoke.

“If I were to say, the reason why it rains is because someone living in the sky cries, and the rain is their tears falling, most of you will obviously, not believe me. But, if you were primitives, and knew nothing about how rain falls, you would have believed me, and the person in the sky would be your God.” 

“Would it, though, professor? I mean, just because you’re a primitive doesn’t mean you’re stupid, or dumb,” another student pointed out. 

She smiled. “To be honest, we don’t know. Why? Because we’re not primitives. We can’t unlearn what we learned. So, I’ll give you a project to find this out. Everyone take notes on this.” 

Everyone shuffled to get their papers. 

“Find a young human, a child, or someone, that doesn’t know how it rains, and also an atheist. Explain and persuade them that it rains because of some other reason, involving a deity of some form, and tell me how it goes. I’ll cold call anyone, so be prepared.” 

She held her hands together. “And that’s the end, ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else in the middle, see you next time.” 

All the students stood up, thanking her. She nodded and waved everyone good bye, reaching for her white cane, which was folded inside the podium. 

Hannibal waited until everyone was out, and headed towards her, purposefully making little noise. 

“That was an impressive lecture, Ms. Y/L/N, or should I say professor?” He suddenly spoke. 

“Dr. Lector! I felt someone familiar,” she looked towards him, a light chuckle coming out.

“How did you know it was me?” Hannibal asked. 

“It’s hard to forget a charming yet profound voice like yours, doctor,” she gave him a smile.

“Ah, you flatter me, Ms.Y/L/N.“ Hannibal’s eyebrows were raised at the unexpected compliment.

“What do I have the pleasure of hearing it again? Another case?” She asked, packing her simple bag.

“Not quite. Agent Crawford wants me to evaluate you too. Take a close eye.” Hannibal said, everything not entirely truths, but also not a lie.

“Ah. Crawford.” She muttered as she held her white cane. 

“I wish that’s okay with you?” Hannibal asked. 

“..Agent Crawford seems quite desperate for my help,” she muttered. “..don’t you think? I’m just not sure if I can be that much of help, despite having you analyze me,”

“You don’t think you’re worth a eval?”

“I don’t think I’m worthy to use taxes, to be exact. The payment is from the FBI, no? Funding of the FBI is from taxes…” she tapped her walking cane as she got off the podium. 

“You’ve done plenty, maybe more than plenty for the FBI in return, Ms. Y/L/N. And not every fund from the government necessarily comes with a return, either.” Hannibal followed her from a respectable distance. 

“Will, maybe. Me? I don’t think so.” she chuckled lightly. “It’s somewhat unethical, you know, wasting money. Especially the money collected by the government, from the people of this country…” 

Hannibal listened to this elongated philosophical rant, about the duties of a democratic country. She was more talking to herself rather than talking to him, not letting him get the upper hand of the conversation. 

Autism? His mind thought of it. But she didn’t seem to have trouble communicating. ADHD? maybe. 

Or, she just was ranting unrelated stuff to avoid him analyzing, not knowing he just did.

She tapped her cane to began to leave the lecture hall, except that there was a slight height difference between the podium and the floor, causing her to stumble. 

Hannibal rushed over and gently placed his hands on her arms to steady her. 

“Careful.” He said. 

“Thank you, what is it?” She asked, feeling the floor with her feet. 

“There’s a step down between the carpet floor and the podium.” 

“..there wasn’t one on the other side,” she muttered, slowly stepping down. 

“Yes, there wasn’t. Must’ve been a mistake,” Hannibal confirmed. 

“…well, thank you again. But I have another lecture to give today, unfortunately,” she said facing Hannibal. 

“No worries. I’ll book your session whenever you’re comfortable, Ms. Y/L/N.” 

=-=

“Wildlife hunters tend to hunt within a narrow limt. They don’t hunt the younger ones, or their parents, they don’t use extensive traps to find them, and they don’t kill endagered species. If they do, they tend to honor their bodies, at least to pay for the nature’s lose and its effects.” She told to the people performing autopsy on Cassie Boyle. 

“Since when did you become a wildlife expert?” Beverly Katz asked. 

“Last night,” Y/N shrugged. “The point is that this isn’t what the Shrike would have done to his victims. This is simply disgrace. He even put the last victim’s body back as an apology. That man would take the girl’s lungs while alive and stick her body to deer antlers? I don’t think so.”

Will nodded, satisfied that she was able to back up his point. 

“Then who do you suggest did this?” Jack asked. 

“Why are you so afraid of admitting there’s a copycat?” She asked. 

There was silence. The people who knew Jack felt their own hair stand up at her question, sensing some sort of nervousness.

“Oh, I’m not afraid, it’s just that there’s 2 killers out there instead of one!” Jack replied with heavy sarcasm.

“The copycat won’t kill another like this one. It’s a…one-time thing.” She answered. 

“And how do you know that, exactly?” Jack asked, clearly annoyed. 

“If the copycat wanted to kill to confuse the FBI into thinking there was only one killer, they would have done it already. But it’s too different, and they know it.” She replied calmly. 

“Why would they do that?” 

“…curiosity,” she replied. 

“A dare,” Will answered. 

“Hold on, you two are telling me that the copycat killed a person just to try it out?” Jack looked at them both weird. 

“..that’s what I think,” she muttered. “The timing’s strange. It’s right after the case was posted on tattlecrime, the copycat might have been interested.” She shrugged. 

=-=-

It was very early in the morning when she heard a ring on her door. 

She spent the night with Will at the motel in Minnesota, and she had to go back to Baltimore to continue her job. She just had the time to change and sleep a few hours before having to wake up and go give a lecture again. 

She stirred awake, not entirely sure if the doorbell was her imagination or not. 

But the bell kept ringing, so she reluctantly got up from the couch and grabbed her robe from where she remembered she had put. She leaned on the door. “..who is it?” She asked in a quiet voice.

“Y/N? It’s Hannibal.” 

At first she thought of who this ‘Hannibal’ was, then she realized and quickly opened the door. The scent of the morning dew and a faint smell of raw meat was the first thing she felt. 

“..is, is it not,” she touched her wrist braille clock to check the time. “..4 in the morning?” She asked, confused. 

“It is, Ms.Y/N. I came with breakfast. Thought it would be a good way to start.” 

She was still processing. “..okay, come in,” her mouth moved, however.

He stepped in, looking around. Her house was clean, nothing on the ground or visual accessories. 

“…why, um, why did you come here, again?” she asked, still sumbfounded. 

“I brought you breakfast, a little ‘get together’ time. I cooked it myself.” 

“You cook?” she muttered and hurried to turned on the kitchen lights and get out forks and knives. 

Hannibal comfortably sat on one side of the island table, taking out the things he brought. “I take extra caution on what I put in my body. A simple salad, with eggs and roasted salmon to cover the protein.” 

“..oh, actually, um..” she hesitated to say. “..I’m quite strictly vegan, so I don’t think I can eat it,” she said. “…I’m truely sorry,” 

“Are you know? That’s unfortunate. Luckly, I’ve made a simple vegan Ceasar salad too,” Hannibal took out another container and gave it to her. 

She looked surprised but got the container anyways, her nature being unable to refuse. “o,oh?” she studdered. 

In reality, it was Hannibal’s plan to test her. He wanted to see if she was really vegan, and how strictly she was vegan, acting like he didn’t know her appetite at all. The ceaser salad wasn’t even vegan, it had anchoive, well, which she didn’t have to know that.

“Please, feel free to eat it,” Hannibal insisted, not giving her time to refuse. 

She reached for her fork and hesitantly started to eat it. “…it..it’s good. Delicious,” she admitted. 

“My pleasure,” Hannibal said. “..forgive me for my curiousity, but do you cook? And if so, is there anything different, considering that you’re visually impaired?” 

“I don’t really cook, not really. If I used to cook before…before I went blind, I probably would have continued, but…I just never found food to be that worthy of spending my time.” She replied. 

“Ah. Do you drink, then?” Hannibal asked, planning what kind of wine he should give her in case he wanted to invite her to a dinner party.

“uh, I drink water, that’s all. Not really…alcohol,” she replied. 

There was silence, and then a laughter. 

“Sorry, I just…I’m so sorry.” She laughed, eating the salad. 

“Don’t be, it’s not like all people drink,” Hannibal didn’t smile, but Y/N, who could only hear his voice, assumed he was smiling. 

“I do have wine, and some whiskey, I think, if you want them.” she cleared her throat. 

“Why do you have wine if you don’t drink?” Hannibal asked. 

“Well, I get gifts, even though I tell them I don’t need them at all,” she muttered, standing up and heading towards a wine celler. 

“Really? They send you wine gifts?” Hannibal asked, while he took out a vile of GHB from his pocket and covered the sound of it unscrewing with the sound of him clearing his throat. 

“Yeah, I guess it’s what they can give to me without getting awkward, you know?” She chuckled. 

He made a chuckling sound, but his face was still. He reached over to her salad and spread the clear GHB equally on it, before she returned with a wine bottle. 

“Do you know what this is? That’s the newest one, I believe.” She said, handing him the wine.

“A Chianti, italian wine, One of the best. I’m surprised you have it,” he looked at it, observed with quite genuine amazement. 

“Is it? Oh well, that’s my gift for this amazing salad,” she smiled and sat back down.

Hannibal stared intently at her, seeing her every movements when eating the salad with the extra ingredient he just put, GHB. He couldn’t help a smile creep up his lips as he saw she ate, her plate getting empty each second. Sep.24 edit: Asperger’s —> ADHD

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(the urge to just write non-plot smut.....is the way I know I'm ovulating)

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Imagine:

Visiting your godfather and meeting Will

Request: Yes or No

(F/L/N) means Fake Last Name. This one sucks ass but I wanted to get it out of my system lmao

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(Y/N) approached the door, raising his hand to knock. He swallowed, lips catching his bottom lip. He wondered if Hannibal would allow him to stay with him. (Y/N) gently knocked twice, hearing footsteps approaching the door. Hannibal opened the door, brows raising and lips parting. A small smile spread across his face.

"What a surprise." (Y/N) licked his lips, eyes flickering the man inside. He cleared his throat, looking back at (Y/N).

"I-I can come back or wait-"

"No, no. Come in, please." Hannibal encouraged, stepping aside so he could enter. (Y/N) stepped in, looking at the young man.

"Will, meet my godson, (Y/N) (F/L/N)." Hannibal introduced them, motioning between them. Will cleared his throat, stepping forward and extending his hand.

"I wasn't aware Dr. Lecter had a godson." Will said as (Y/N) gently shook his hand.

"Then again, I don't know much about him." Will added quietly, looking at Hannibal. Hannibal let out an amused hum.

"Will Graham is a colleague and friend." Hannibal explained. (Y/N) nodded, looking at his godfather. He licked his lips, slowly rubbing his arm.

"I presume you're here because of your father?" Hannibal looked at his godson, cocking a brow. He always seemed to know everything. Will looked at him curiously, brows slightly furrowing.

"Yes." (Y/N) breathed out, glancing at Will. Hannibal nodded, approaching his desk and going through his drawers. He took out his spare house key, walking back to (Y/N).

"Here is the spare house key. You can either go now or wait in the waiting room." Hannibal told him. (Y/N) gently took the key, nodding.

"Nice to meet you, Will." (Y/N) said softly, turning and exiting the room. He knew Hannibal since he was a child. He knew what type of meat he preferred. He knew where he got that meat. Hannibal was close to his father. (Y/N) didn't completely trust Hannibal. Hannibal was a hard cover book. No one knew what he thought or where his loyalties lied. (Y/N) just hoped he didn't piss him off and become dinner.

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[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey,

could you write a one-shot,where Hannibal is obssesively in love with Bedelia‘s best friend, after he met her during his therapy session, when she tried to surprise Bedelia fir a „girl‘s night only“. Bedelia tries to distract him from her and wants to reduce his obsession unsuccessfully.(smut?)

Hannibal X Reader: Unexpected infatuation

Warnings: smut, kissing, drinking, female reader, no use of y/n penetration ( p in v), cowgirl, not proofread

Word count: 2,4 K

“Lia?”

Your voice rang out through the house. You waited patiently for an answer expecting Bedelia soothing voice to cut through the silence. It didn’t. You wrangled your key out of the door, throwing it on top of the dining table. You placed the bottle of wine you’d brought on the kitchen aisle before making your way deeper into the house.

“Lia, are you there?”

You glanced up the stairs trying to listen to Bedelias footsteps but there was nothing. A small noise came from your left causing your head to turn towards it. Your eyes fell on the door of Bedelias therapy office.

“Found you.”

You walked over to the door not bothering to knock. There was no way someone was in there with her, she’d stopped working ages ago.

“Lia, I've been calling you. I was gonna surprise you….”

Your words trailed off when you caught sight of a man sitting before Bedilia. Your best friend stared at you for a moment before turning to face Hannibal.

“Sorry. This is my best friend. She has a key to the house. For emergencies.”

Bedilia gave you a pointed look as she finished talking, her eyes telling you were in a bit of trouble.

“I didn’t realize you had company. I’ll just leave.”

“No it’s alright. I’ve taken up enough of Bedelias time.”

You gazed at the man before you. You didn’t know who he was but something about him felt oddly familiar like you’d seen him before. You watched him get up from his chair and collect his suit jacket. He turned to look at Bedelia giving her a small nod of farewell before beginning to walk to the door. You stepped aside allowing him to move through the door. Before he continued to leave he turned to face you, putting his hand out. You gave him your hand expecting him to shake it. Instead he leaned down and placed a small kiss to the back of your hand.

“Nice meeting you.”

You were at a slight loss for words managing only to blush and nod at his statement. He smiled at your frazzled state. He always did love to leave people speechless. Bedilia appeared behind you, her eyes boring into Hannibal's frame. He felt the weight of her gaze, taking it as a sign that he should get going. So that's what he did, he put his suit jacket on and walked to the front door, closing it behind him as he left.

“Who was that?”

Bedilia could hear the fascination in your voice. It worried her. She knew how charming Hannibal could be but she also knew how dangerous he was. You were a very dear friend and she would do what she could to protect you.

“That was Hannibal Lector.”

Bedilia turned to look at you, catching onto the way your eyes lingered on where Hannibal had previously stood.

“Stay away from him.”

Before you could question her she’d walked past you, making her way to the kitchen. She opened the bottle of wine you’d brought and took a swing, not bothering to grab a glass. You could tell the conversation was over and you knew better than to push the topic.

For the next few weeks Bedilia continued to live her life like normal. She’d get her things done, she’d got out with you and once a week she would meet Hannibal for his therapy sessions. For the most part things seemed okay. But then Hannibal started talking about you in therapy. He didn’t say anything alarming, he simply wanted to know more about your friendship with Bedilia. Little things like how you’d met, how long you’d known each other, what you liked, among other things. If it had been anyone else asking these things Bedilia wouldn’t have been alarmed but this was Hannibal Lector and that itself put her on edge. 

“The two of you seem quite different.”

“We are.”

“You act as if she is not interesting.”

“She isn’t. She is just like many other people.”

“And yet somewhere she’s drawn your attention.”

“We are not here to talk about me. We are here to talk about you.”

Whenever Hannibal initiated these types of conversation Bedilia tried to lead him down another path, trying to remove the attention from you. She kept her answers short and with little information, painting a picture of you that wasn’t appealing to Hannibal. But none of it seemed to help. When Hannibal wanted something he found a way to get it. Even if it meant someone got hurt. Bedilia had done a good job keeping you away from Hannibal but there was only so much she could do to keep Hannibal away from you. She had no control over the Doctor and she knew it. 

In a couple of days she was going to travel for a convention and needed someone to stay at her house to make sure everything was in order. You’d volunteered of course, that was just the way you were. Bedilia didn’t think anything could possibly go wrong.

She had been mistaken.

You were stringing a pot of sauce when the doorbell rang. You gazed at the clock, taking in the time. It was awfully late for someone to be at the door. You placed the spoon down, cleaning your hands on your apron before walking to the door. You peaked through the magic eye, eyes widening as you saw who was at the door.

Hannibal watched the door open a bit, your head poking out from inside. He was surprised to see you. You gave him a small smile, opening the door all the way. He took in the sight of you, eyes catching to the stained apron you wore. The smell of food filled his nose, telling him you had been cooking. 

“Hi Hannibal. What brings you here?”

“I have my appointment with Bedilia tonight.”

“Oh she must have forgotten to tell you. She’s traveling for a convention. She’s only gonna be back next week.”

“I see. It must have slipped her mind to tell me.”

He gazed at you for a moment.

“What are you doing here?”

“House sitting.”

 “ I wasn’t aware Bedilia had pets.”

“Oh she doesn't. She just hates leaving the house empty. I’m not sure why but whenever she tables somewhere I stay at the house. I think she’s scared someone is gonna break in or something.”

You gave a small shrug.

“It's not like I'm complaining though. I love staying here.”

“Well I'll leave you to it then. Sorry for bothering you.”

You watched Hannibal turn around and begin walking down the steps. You bite into your lip, Bedelias words of warning appearing in your head. You shook your thoughts away. He had come all this way the least you could do was offer him something to eat. What could go wrong?

“Hannibal wait!”

He spun around at the sound of your voice, turning to face you.

“Yes?”

“I’m making dinner. Would you like to stay and eat something?”

The grin that spread out over Hannibal's face could almost be considered as predatory but you didn’t seem to notice it. He walked into the house moving towards the kitchen. You closed the front door behind you, moving to where Hannibal was. He took his suit jacket off and pushed his sleeves up. You looked at him questioningly.

“How can I help?”

“You cook?”

 Hannibal laughed at your question. If only you knew.

“I enjoy it quite a lot actually.”

“Well, aren't you full of surprises?”

You gave him a grin, pointing at the onions on the counter.

“You can chop those up for me.”

The rest of the night you and Hannibal moved around the kitchen. Each one helping the other with what you could. When the food was ready you went to set the table. Hannibal brought the food over and both of you took a seat. You chatted as you ate, talking about the most random things. Hannibal learned things about you that Bedilia had refused to tell him and you discovered a side of Hannibal Bedelia had made sure to hide from you. 

After you’d finished eating the two of you moved to clean up duty. You would wash the plates and Hannibal would dry them and place them in their proper places. With your guidance of course, seeing as he had no idea where anything went. Once everything we squeaky clean you moved over to the drink cabinet, pulling out a bottle and holding it up to Hannibal.

“You want some.”

“I shouldn't, I'm going to drive home.”

“Like hell you are. It’s so late Hannibal there is no way I'm letting you drive home now. You can sleep in the guest room.”

“Where will you sleep then?”

“Oh I can crash in Bedelias bed. She won’t mind.”

“Well if you’re sure.”

“I am. Grab two glasses from the top cabinet for me please.”

It felt easy to be around Hannibal. You didn’t know what Bedilia had been so afraid of. The two of you were sitting on the couch, each one nursing your own glass of alcohol. Alcohol has always made you a bit sleepy. Unconsciously you inched closer to Hannibal, resting your head on his shoulder. He moved his arm to wrap around your shoulder, tugging you closer to him. You let out a satisfied hum, relaxing into Hannibal's frame. 

You hadn't really been paying attention to the movie that was playing. It wasn’t until your brain realized the sounds that were coming from the TV that you began paying attention to what was on the screen. Hannibal felt your body tense slightly against him. He had been so focused on your proximity to him and your smell that he hadn't heard the sounds that were coming out of the TV. A blush made its way onto your face as you watched the sex scene play. The sounds were almost pornographic and the sight of the actors wasn’t helping. You should probably move away from Hannibal but you couldn’t seem to want to. Your thighs rubbed against each other. Hannibal caught onto the action, his hand moving to caress your shoulder. You turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his lustful gaze. You didn’t know if it was the fact that you were a bit drunk or if it had to do with the forbidden element but before you knew it you were leaning forward to place a kiss to Hannibal's lips. 

Hannibal's hands moved to cup your cheek, his tongue dragging against your bottom lip. You opened your lips to him, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. You dragged your body closer to his until you were sitting in his lap. Hannibal moved to kiss your neck, causing you to let out small whines. You dragged your body against Hannibal's thighs, humping into him. He caught onto the action, his hands moving to grip onto your waist.

“You’re gonna hump my let until you cum and then i’m gonna fuck you. Okay?”

“Yes- ugh- fuck yes.”

You began to move against Hannibal, desperately searching for your release. Hannibal's hands moved to pull your shirt off your body. The sight of your bare chest made his dick watch. Of course you hadn’t been wearing a bra, you hadn't been expecting company. His large hands moved to cup your breasts, fingers moving to pinch your nipples. Your mouth opened into a moan, the sound bleeding into the moans that continued to come from the TV. Hannibal leaned down, taking one of your breasts in his mouth as his hand moved to caress the other. The attention Hannibal was giving to your breasts combined with the feeling of his pants roughly moving against your covered cunt got you cumming in a matter of seconds. You continued to hum against his leg as your orgasm washed over you.

Hannibal let your body sag onto him, his hands wainding to caress your back. You struggled to catch your breath. Hannibal continued to place small kisses to your neck as you recovered. Once your vision cleared you pushed yourself up so that you could look in Hannibal's eyes. You smiled at him, leaning forward to kiss him. Hannibal watched you rise from your feet, tugging off your shorts and underwear in a single movement. His eyes trailed over your body.

“You’re awfully dressed up. I think we should shed some of those layers off, no?”

Hannibal nodded to you, moving to stand up as well.

“You want my help?”

As much as he wanted your hands on him he didn’t know how much he could last without having his dick shoved into you. So instead of accepting your help he stripped his clothes off by himself. With every new piece of skin that was exposed you felt yourself grow wetter. Your breath caught in your throat as Hannibal finally tugged off his boxer, revealing his dick to you. He was slender so you’d expected his dick to be the same. Boy had you been wrong. He was a lot thicker than you’d thought.

You rubbed your thighs in anticipation. Hannibal sat back down, his finger moving to beacon you over. You did as he asked, moving towards him before straddling him. You kept your body lifted slightly in an attempt to tease him but Hannibal wasn’t having it. His hands moved to grab your waist tugging you down onto his dick with one quick movement. The two of you moaned at the feeling. You placed your hands on Hannibal's knees before you began to move against him. He watched you fuck yourself onto his dick. The sounds you were making sent a thrill down Hannibal's spine. He watched you, his hips moving to buck into you.

Your thighs were starting to hurt but you wouldn’t stop moving until you’d cum on Hannibal's dick. Hannibal seemed to notice your struggle, his hands moving to help you out. You gasped as Hannibal guided you to a faster pace. You leaned forward, hands winding around his neck. Hannibal took the new position as an opportunity to speed up. You groaned against his neck as he began to buck into you, his hips pistoling into you. His hands found your breasts, moving to pinch and pull your nipples. That was enough to push you over the hedge. Your nails dug into his back as you gushed onto his dick. Hannibal felt your cum against his thighs, his own release overwhelming him. His hands tugged you as close as possible as his cum coated your walls. 

You stayed in that position for a moment, both of you trying to recover from your highs. Hannibal placed a kiss to the side of your head.

“Sleep with me in the guest room.”

“Okay.”

Bedelia would freak out when she found out but that was a problem for another day.

[storiesforallfandoms]

i know ~ hannibal lecter;hannibal

word count: 1300

request?: yes!

“Hi! I love your Hannibal stories and I was wondering if you’d be willing to write one?

Where the reader walks in to Hannibal in the middle of killing someone and he freezes when he sees the reader, thinking that she’s gonna freak out. But when the guy he’s killing starts asking her for help she just knocks him out and Hannibal is like “the shit?” And she’s like “I know about you”

Again I love your writing, it’s amazing! ♥️”

description: in which he thought he was keeping his “butchering” habits a secret from his girlfriend, only to remember she’s a lot smarter than he gives her credit for

pairing: hannibal lector x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of gore and murder, it gets steamy but no actual smut

masterlist (one, two)

Hannibal hadn’t expected his latest victim to be such a fighter. The man had been knocked out cold when Hannibal brought him in, and he expected the man to stay that way until he could knock him out permanently. He was shocked when the man suddenly jumped up and attempted to attack Hannibal.

It was far from a fair fight. Hannibal was easily a head taller than his victim, and much more fit from how many times he had done it before. The man, who was still a bit delirious, would lunge at Hannibal only for the taller man to easily strike him down again.

The fight had moved upstairs and Hannibal was desperate to end it there. The last thing he needed was for an unexpected visitor to walk in and catch him.

He was so sure he had the man right where he wanted. His victim was bloody and unable to keep running. A knife was held firmly in Hannibal’s hand, and he was raising it to strike when the man started to scream.

“Help me! Help me, please, he’s going to kill me!”

Hannibal stepped into the kitchen to find his girlfriend, (Y/N), stood there looking at his victim with wide eyes. His blood ran cold as the options he had to deal with this situation ran through his head.

There was only one that would benefit him: he had to kill the both of them.

The man raced up to (Y/N), collapsing against her due to his blood loss. He was still begging her for her help as her gaze raised up to Hannibal’s face. His heart broke knowing what he was going to have to do to the woman he loved.

In one swift movement, (Y/N) raised her hand and brought a knife down into the back of the man clinging to her. She winced at the blood that splattered over her face and ran down her shirt. The man gasped, but his breathing turned into gurgles until finally, he just stopped.

(Y/N) let his body fall to the floor. Hannibal looked up at her with shock.

“I know about you,” she said.

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(Y/N) cleaned the kitchen while Hannibal took care of the body. When he came back upstairs, he found the place spotless and could hear the faint sound of the shower running from his ensuite bathroom. Her bloody clothes were discarded on a pile in his bedroom, and he decided to shed his own and lay them there as well.

The hot water poured from the shower head and, the moment it made contact with her body, it turned a light shade of red from the blood. (Y/N) shivered as the cold air touched her body for a brief moment. Hannibal’s hands touched her waist and his lips placed soft kisses on her neck and shoulders.

“How long have you known?” he asked.

“I heard you talking to Will a few weeks back in your office,” she responded through shuttered breaths of pleasure. “You were talking about someone you had killed. I didn’t want to believe it, of course I didn’t. No one wants to learn that their boyfriend is a murderer, let alone a cannibal. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Too many dots that were being connected.”

“You never said anything.”

“How could I? ‘Hey babe, I heard you admitting to Will that you kill and eat people. Anyways, who’s for dinner tonight?’.”

“You could’ve told Jack.”

His hand moved from her hip to her throat, pulling her head back so it was pressed against his chest. She turned her head slightly so that she could peer up at Hannibal. Unlike other he had had in that position many times before, (Y/N) didn’t look afraid of him. Quite the opposite, really. She looked at him with the same amount of love in her eyes that she had always looked at him with.

“I’m not going to turn you in, Hannibal,” she said. “Especially not now considering the fact that I murdered that man earlier.”

“I know,” he said. “I’m just curious as to why you never went to Jack in the first place.”

(Y/N) turned to face Hannibal. She pressed her body against his as she looked up at him.

“I thought about it,” she admitted. “I figured that was what I was supposed to do, but the more I thought about it, the more I found myself unbothered by the whole thing. What’s the point of being upset by shitty people getting what they deserve? And what better way to dispose of the bodies than by feeding them to the detectives in charge of the cases?”

She stood on her toes and leaned in close to Hannibal’s ear to add, “And it really turns me on to know how much you have outsmarted the FBI.”

That was enough to drive Hannibal wild. His hand enclosed around (Y/N)’s throat again as he pulled her in for a heated kiss. (Y/N) felt her legs becoming weak and had to lean against Hannibal to keep herself standing up. He wrapped his other arm around her waist, using it to hold her up as he kissed her with so much force that it made her head dizzy.

By the time they were finished in the shower, the water had gone cold. Hannibal had to help (Y/N) out of the bathroom and into his bed. She nearly sighed with relief when her aching body touched the softness of his bed. Hannibal chuckled at her as he took a moment to get rid of their bloody clothes before getting into bed with her.

“I take it you’re not killing me then,” (Y/N) said.

“I have no reason to kill you,” Hannibal told her. “Even if you went to Jack about all of this, I don’t think I’d have the heart to do it. I’d go to jail if it meant you were safe and alive.”

(Y/N) smiled at him. “I’d do anything to keep you safe, too. That’s why I promise to keep this our little secret, and if Will ever tries to go to Jack or anyone on the FBI about you, I’ll be by your side.”

“He won’t. I have too much on him for him to turn around and go to Jack. He’d end up back in jail with me if he ever tried.”

(Y/N) hummed in response. “You’ve really figured everything out.”

“You don’t get away with what I’ve been doing for years without being one step ahead of everyone around you.”

(Y/N) settled against his chest. It was a lot to take in, and she knew it’d take some time to adjust to what she knew now, but she meant what she had said to Hannibal. She loved him more than she had ever loved anyone or anything in her life. She was willing to do whatever she had to to make sure he would still be with her. If that meant helping him from time to time, or lying to the police for him, then so be it. It wouldn’t be hard considering how ahead of everyone Hannibal was.

“Promise you won’t eat me,” she mumbled sleepily, a joke she hadn’t meant to come out but had managed to slip through her filter.

Hannibal’s chest vibrated as he laughed. “Oh, I will eat you. Just not in the same way.”

As if to prove his point, he moved from under her and slipped under the blankets. (Y/N)’s head lulled back against the pillow beneath her as she let out a gasp, her hand finding its way to Hannibal’s hair and gripping it tightly between her fists.