#i love hannigram

[murderfathers]

i love popping up on here dropping a meme and then disappearing. love u fannibals, u guys r the best. (meme made by me)

[p1nkprincess444]

Hannibal with his FBI agent s/o on their weddibg night (she knows about him)

I took a bit of my own spin on this request, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ - ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ ʟᴇᴄᴛᴇʀ

female fbi agent!reader x hannibal lecter

word count: 1,695

contents: 18+, marriage, very small mentions of murder, small angst

Your hands were shaking as you picked up the drawings in front of you. They were detailed intricate drawings of murder victims from cases you had been on, but they were never shown to the public in such a way. The only people who would have seen the victims in this way were fellow FBI agents and the killer… But how could Hannibal have known? You thought maybe you left a file out in the open and he had wandered upon it. Before you could think of anything else two large hands clasped over your shoulders. 

The day was perfect, there was a nice breeze blowing through the air as the sun peaked out from behind the clouds. You with your close friend Beverly who was helping you into your floor length white gown. Your dress clung to your figure beautifully and was detailed with small gems and pearls sewn into the fabric. Hannibal had instructed you to get the gown that you loved the most, and now you were wearing it and you were sure Hannibal would love it. Your mind wandered to your soon to be husband as Beverly cinched your corset up before tying the ribbon in a beautiful bow. You hugged each other tightly before fixing small details on one another's hair and dresses. 

Hannibal was in the room opposite of yours with his one and only groomsman, Will Graham. Hannibal didn’t keep many friends but when you suggested Will Graham to be his groomsman he wouldn’t have it any other way. They were wearing identical suits except for their different colored ties. Hannibal had a matching pocket square tucked neatly in his left coat pocket. Hannibal was never a nervous man but now he had found himself with the smallest of wedding day jitters. 

There was a soft knock on your door before Will’s head popped in, “ Uhm- we’re ready. ”

“ Doesn’t she look beautiful, Will, ” Beverly's hands were straightening out your veil when she asked Will the question. 

“ Yeah- you look beautiful y/n. ” Will popped back out of the room before he joined Hannibal at the front of the aisle once more. 

The music began to play, making everyone stand before they turned to face the end of the aisle. First to come out was Beverly who wore a beautiful gown with her hair pinned up as she held a small bouquet that matched yours. Everyone's eyes locked on you as you made your way down the aisle. A bright smile was plastered across your face as your eyes locked onto your soon to be husband’s. Hannibal had a gentle smile on his lips as you stood in front of him. It was all so perfect, the weather was perfect, you were perfect. 

The ceremony came to a close with a final kiss before you both made your way down the aisle hand in hand. You parted only for a moment so that you could change into your reception dress, but when you came back out you both were inseparable once more. 

You joined Hannibal for your first dance together, his hands rested on the small of your back as the other held onto your hand. Hannibal waltzed with a certain elegance and no matter how many times you practiced with him you could not match his grace, but he enjoyed holding you close to him nonetheless. He spun you away from him unexpectedly making you laugh before he pulled you back against him. When the music came to an end you both pulled away before all of the women who attended the wedding joined in the center of the room for the bouquet toss. 

As you threw the bouquet back women dove to catch the small bundle of flowers but in the end miraculously Beverly caught it, holding up the flowers like a trophy as she smiled. 

Once everyone had been seated at their tables Hannibal joined you at the front of the venue to cut the cake. Hannibal scooped frosting onto the tip of his index finger before smearing it onto your nose. A smile graced your lips before you did the same. The night went on perfectly as you danced with friends and family before running off with your now husband back to your home. 

Hannibal could hardly keep his hands off you as soon as you took off your dress revealing a newly purchased lingerie set underneath. His hands were clasped onto your hips as he stood in only his button up shirt and boxers, but before you could get either off Hannibal was tossing you onto the bed and planting kisses all the way down your skin until he reached your panties. Hannibal pressed a gentle kiss to your clothed clit through your panties before his fingers hooked under the lacy fabric and pulled them down your thighs. He wasted no time before his head was buried between your thighs, his mouth sucking and lapping at your clit. You writhed under Hannibal as his movements were precise and calculated, he knew every inch of your body and he knew exactly how to exploit it as well. His fingers joined in on the assault of his mouth making your back arch as his fingers pushed deep inside you. His movements were fast but precise as his fingers curled over and over abusing that sweet spot deep inside your cunt. 

“ Mm’ gonna-, ” before I could even finish my sentence I was cumming all over Hannibal’s lips and fingers. 

A grin plastered across Hannibal’s face as he sat up on his heels, he brought his fingers to his mouth sucking your cum from them before he leaned down placing a kiss to your lips. Hannibal’s movements were quick as he pulled off his boxers before pulling you into his lap. His fingers dug into the flesh on your hips before he lowered you down onto his cock. He guided you up and down on his cock while pressing soft kisses to your lips. 

“ You’re so beautiful- so perfect when you’re so full of me, my love.” Hannibal’s voice was husky as his words were muffled against your lips.

His tongue pushed past your teeth and into your mouth as it tangled with yours while your hips moved in tandem with his. Hannibal’s lips soon parted from your as he took your breast into his mouth using his hand to grope your other. His tongue swirled around your nipple while his teeth dug into your breast. It was all so much the feeling of his cock buried so deep inside of you while his mouth and hands were all over your body. His hand moved from the other as did his mouth, the pleasure he gave you was like no other while he mumbled words of praise against your soft skin. He couldn’t keep his hands off you as he laid you back on the bed, his thrusts became much rougher then they had been when you were seated in his lap. His hips drilled into yours while his lips placed open mouth kisses all over your neck as breasts. You felt as if you were on cloud nine from the sensation of his cock slamming into your cervix over and over. You could barely remember your own name as your orgasm crashed over you while you moaned your husband’s name. Hannibal’s release soon followed yours before he collapsed on top of you peppering the crevice of your neck in small gentle kisses. He soon gently rolled off you, laying beside you as his eyes trailed up your naked body, watching as your skin glimmered with a thin layer of sweat, his gaze landing on your chest that was rising and falling quickly while you caught your breath. He was utterly obsessed with every small movement you made intentionally or not. He was completely devoted to you now as your husband and he made sure you knew that by the way he worshipped your body. You both fell asleep under the plush duvet that covered your bed as you laid on top of the satin sheets underneath entangled in one another. 

You woke in the morning alone in your shared bed, but you were greeted with a small note that read, “ I will be back soon. I ran out to collect groceries for your favourite breakfast. ”

You smiled softly as you placed the note back on the nightstand that rested on Hannibal’s side of the bed. You rose from your warm resting place plucking up Hannibal’s dress shirt from the ground before putting it on yourself. You wandered out from your shared bedroom to peek and see if Hannibal had arrived home yet. You searched the entirety of the house before you came upon his study. You slowly made your way in calling out his name softly, but you were met with no answer as you entered the empty room. You made your way over to his desk finding a few of his drawings laying about. At first they were simply just his lovely drawings of Italy and other places he had explored and his long forgotten past. Then came drawings of you which you held dearest to your heart, but then an image was shown that you knew all too well. Not a portrait of you or of a beautiful landscape, no it was a man with several tools protruding from his skin. Your brow furrowed as you picked up the drawing you knew in your mind there were only a small few people who could have seen this man this way, so how did your husband see him this way? The only people who could have would be the FBI agents who worked the case and the killer… Your brain was running rampant with questions of how your husband could have seen this man. Maybe you left a file out, but you never brought files home. Maybe you told him about the case, but how would he have known the exact tools? Before you could come up with any more explanations you felt the familiar hands of your husband on your shoulders. 

“ So now you know. ”

[gummidon]

I will draw them kissing someday

[sasa-chan]

I'm rewatching Hannibal the tv series (just finished episode 1.09)) and I was reminded just how much I absolutely love HanniGram.

Does anyone have any great HanniGram fic recs? I'd be extremely grateful!

[thewrath0fthelamb]

hey! you know abbey from mitski, right? the lyrics remind me so much of hannigram and let me explain why.

I am something

I have been something

I was born something

What could I be?

This part belongs to Will. He knows that there's something deep down buried in him, it's his true nature, which he doesn't want to accept.

But only, it seems, when there's darkness in me

There is a dream that I sometimes see

That only appears in the dark of sleep

It can also refer to Will's fear of letting his true nature out. The fear of becoming that something. The dream, which appears in the dark of sleep can be the stag or Garret Jacob Hobbs. Or even the designs of the killer's. His empathy and imagination are the key to his darkness.

I am waiting

I have been waiting

I was born waiting

I was born waiting for that something

Just one something

This part belongs to Hannibal. He haven't been truly seen and understood by anyone. He wears his human mask all the time. When he finally finds Will, he feels seen. "I let you know me. See me. I gave you a rare gift." Remember? He was waiting even though, he wasn't expecting that anyone could ever see him. And when he finally find such person, he yearned for them. He yearned for Will, waiting for him to accept himself and finally give in to his true nature. Just like Bedelia said, Hannibal daily felt a stab of hunger for Will.

I was born something

I was born

This is Will's becoming. He slowly starts to see what he truly is. What is buried deep down in him. He accepts it.

There is a light, I feel it in me

But only, it seems, when the dark surrounds me

There is a dream and it sleeps in me

Not to mention the part about hunger, which I think suits both of them. Especially Hannibal, referring to his tastes.

[fall3ncupid]

i love (nbc) Hannibal

Hannibal and Wills relationship is so beautiful in a messed up kind of way. They would do anything for each other (like kill people giggles) Even when they were apart from each other they still thought about each other.. LIKE Will literally went all the way to europe to find hannibal !!!

[rosy-letters]

I can't believe my chillywilly fic draft has hit 23k words

like. sure you can start shipping a crackship. but watch out

[cannibal-stag]

hannibal is so cringefail because how do you successfully get away with literal murder and cannibalism for years all while being a well respected sophisticate and food connoisseur and then risk it all for a guy covered in dog hair who is also an asshole and also wants to kill you real bad

[cannibalovers]

Documenting Will’s catches

[sharlinefreire]

sometimes what you need to get out of a deep depression is to start shipping a fictional couple that encourages you to read fanfiction until 3 am.

[sscarletvenus]

i love unrequited love, i love blind devotion, i love guard dogs. i love being desperately obsessed with the object of your affections. i love when devotion rots into cruelty, i love when love doesn't know any better, i love when love is ugly. i love defanging and declawing yourself just to be loved. i love when a character will wait for the next time they will be loved like a bird or a dog at their beloved’s door. i love when love is insanity and by the LORD do i love betting on losing dogs

[murderfathers]

Dangerously Yours (1944)

I finally listened to the first episode of the 1944 radio show Dangerously Yours AKA what you hear in Tv Girls “Cigarettes Out The Window” and i couldn’t help but think of this quote as Hannigram because in this radio show Katherine (portrayed by the white text as Will) is sent to kill Rudolph (portrayed in Red text as Hannibal) but she ends up falling in love with him and rudolph with her and she ends up betraying her country and it got me thinking in how Will ended up realizing Hannibal is truly in love with him and he somehow always gets into Will’s life and Will can’t escape him. Hannibal is dear to Will because he’s the only one that truly sees him. therefore betraying HIS country. (aka the FBI)

[p1nkprincess444]

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Thank you so much to all my followers and mutuals. I’ve grown so much in the past year and I’m thankful for all of you. I love you all sosososo much! I’ll try to post soon I’ve just had such a bad block and have been so depressed 😭

[rocktheholygrail]

Hannibal (2013-2015)

1x08 || 3x03

[tethered-heartstrings]

there is never too much art. there is never "everyone depicts this scene/character so if I depict it, it won't add anything" yes it will. no two people will do the exact same piece of art even with the same prompt. so paint or draw or sketch or write your favorite character or scene from your favorite movie or TV show. there will always be someone who wants more of your art and more of what you have made and there is never too much art

[maynardotheratman]

I love how Bedelia is like “If you release Hannibal he is going to kill me and a bunch of other people” and Will is like “Tehee I know” 🤭