#i'm sorry if this is like kinda not srs enough for this topic just know that this came from a place of genuine relation to horror

[cedarxwing]

okok i’m so sorry for bothering you through here but like first of all YAY so happy to see someone also obsessed with hannigram in brazil lmao just love it so much and am glad other people like it too

when answering you i thought about feijoada too but was like nah it’s not Meaty enough but like i bet he would find some way to make feijoada way meatier jsjsksjskskksjsksk

but anyway i’m so sorry for asking but i kind of have to ask about you writing hannibal in brazil 👀 if it’s smth you don’t feel like showing or never posted i’m very sorry for asking and feel free to not answer this!!! but if you would like to share know i’d love it so so so much

anyway you got me too excited about this topic skjsksksks thank you thank you thank you !!!!!!!!

It's not a bother at all, are you kidding, I could chat about novel references forever! I see you're Thomas Harris's arch nemesis and I'm Thomas Harris's #1 simp, so I guess that makes us mortal enemies, but I'm glad hannigram in Brazil can unite us. ^^

This might be wrong, but I read that feijoada was made with pig feet, snout, ears, etc (I think to make the broth?) back in the 16th century, and I got obsessed with the idea of Hannibal using the human analogs for those.

I never posted what I wrote anywhere bc it's kinda cringe and unedited lol. The premise was post-fall, Will needs facial reconstructive surgery for his stab wound, like how Hannibal got his sixth finger removed in Rio de Janeiro after he escaped prison. Here are some Brazil-related snippets!

A rewrite of the Marcus Hotel scene from Silence of the Lambs (except Will is actually getting plastic surgery haha):

The doors of the elegant Hotel Marco in Rio de Janeiro slid open and hit Hannibal with a gust of air conditioning. He wore comfortable white linen and a Panama hat. His hair was an ungodly shade of bottle blond. A neat surgical bandage covered his nose and cheeks. Soft piano music drifted from the lounge. At the bar, Hannibal could see two people with bandages across their noses. A middle-aged couple crossed to the elevator, humming a Jobim tune. The woman wore a gauze patch over one eye. ��Boa tarde, Sr. Wyman,” the concierge greeted him as he passed the reception desk. Hannibal nodded to him before joining the couple in the elevator. He set his bag of groceries down in the kitchen of the penthouse suite. The suite seemed luxurious to him after his long confinement. He enjoyed running his hands over the cotton bed comforter and the stainless steel fridge. After sorting the groceries, he indulged in a long shower. From the window, he could see across the street the premier clinic for craniofacial surgery in Brazil, where Will had recently undergone maxillary reconstruction and received a four molar dental bridge.  This was the one place in the world where Hannibal could walk around with a bandage on his face without exciting interest, and he’d taken advantage of that to make his first foray into the public since their flight to Rio. A short walk to the convenience store less than one block away. Voices laughing in Portuguese, and the buttery scent of street wagon empadas and brigadieros. Life pressing sweetly on him from all sides.

And later:

Will looked at the bacon fat heating on the stove. He spoke in hesitant Spanish, knowing Hannibal wouldn’t respond to anything else. “What do we have here?” After weeks of communicating using pen and paper, Will had made a reluctant return to speech, unfamiliar now to his damaged hard palate. Add to this the strain of learning a new language—rolled Rs were particularly painful for his stitched tongue—and he was perfectly happy to stare at Hannibal in silence for days on end. Each word Will spoke aloud, Hannibal knew, was a gift. “Farofa for feijoada, a hearty black bean stew of regional significance. I’ve made it before, but this will be my first time using authentic Brazilian sausage.” He’d been looking forward to it but was in danger of losing concentration with Will this close. He smelled of blood—from the butcher most likely—and forest underneath it. “You’ve been to Tijuca National Park again.” “Lots of tourists there,” Will said, as if in explanation.

(They're not staying in Brazil--that's why Will's learning Spanish instead of Portuguese)

Anyway, feel free to correct anything I got wrong! I've never been to Rio so I have literally no idea what I'm doing.

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Hi! Can you write headcanons of Teru or Lemon finding out about readers eating disorder? I've been struggling with it recently and can't seem to find any comfort for it anywhere... If you decide not to, I understand since its a pretty triggering topic

teru minamoto x gn!reader, lemon yamabuki x gn!reader

a/n: of course! I’m so so sorry for how long this took to come out, and I do hope that I’ve written it appropriately. I did some research on eating disorders, but I’m still by no means an expert, nor thoroughly educated- still, I hope this turned out alright! I love you, and I thank you for requesting <33 also, if you ever need to talk, do know that I'm entirely willing to listen to you!

I'm also so so so sorry for how long this took!!!!! /srs

(I also apologize if Lemon is OOC, as I’ve never written for him before! It’s kinda exciting writing for someone I never have before, but I do hope he’s at least somewhat in-character <333)

warnings: eating disorders

word count: 894

teru minamoto <3

Teru is a very intuitive person, so he had been able to sort of… guess that something may have been off for a while. No matter how you hide it, he simply… knows and picks up on things.

So, when he found out- be it you telling him, or some other way- he’s honestly disappointed in himself for not being certain earlier.

However, he knows that he can’t help- he’s not a professional. Instead, if you aren’t already, he encourages you to seek professional help. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you, so he does all of that as subtly as he can. If you are seeking professional help, he’ll offer you a smile and tell you that he’s so proud of you for seeking help like that.

Either way, he’s going to say he’s proud that you’ve finally reached out- eating disorders are… dangerous- as is most any disorder. Still, he worries about you falling sick because of it, or worse.

Teru is going to be supportive, while not being overwhelming. He has a way of constantly letting you know that he’s there for you, cheering you on even when you’re at your worst. No matter if you’re having a good day, proud of your progress- or having a day where you’re scared, worried that you’ll never overcome this, yet also worried about your physical appearance. Teru is by your side, a caring hand on your back, offering you his princely smile in an attempt to calm you.

If you are to get focused on your physical qualities, Teru will spend all the time you need telling you how beautiful you are, both inside and out.

He’ll make sure to set down any boundaries you need. Tell him when he should stop- what are your limits? What topics should he stay away from? If you need encouragement, what’s okay for him to say?

He does his best to keep your spirits as high as he can. Teru enjoys taking you lots of places! Be it a park, a lake, or even just shopping! He doesn’t want you to end up feeling bad about yourself, as sometimes happens to him when he stays home all day. Of course, he lets you rest, and stay home as you need- but, if you’ve been home for longer than he thinks is healthy, he’s giving you a call and telling you about a place he wanted to check out!

No matter what, the one thing that you can constantly rely on Teru for is being able to vent to him. Even if the way he comforts isn’t your favorite, he’s an incredible listener. He actively listens- nodding as you say things, and very clearly considering every word that leaves your mouth with his entire heart. The way Teru listens shows how much he cares- which, in turn, may be a bit encouraging for you.

lemon yamabuki <3

Lemon isn’t quite as intuitive as Teru- it takes you telling him what’s going on for him to actually understand the severity of things. It’s one of the few times he actually puts down his phone, and has his entire attention on you.

He doesn’t know too much about eating disorders, but he knows enough to handle you telling him properly. Whether you choose to elaborate or not, Lemon is understanding and patient.

(However, the moment he either gets home or a moment to get back on his phone, he’s searching up ‘eating disorders’ ‘types of eating disorders’ ‘how to comfort partner with eating disorder’ ‘eating disorder severity’)

After his research is done, he thinks he knows a decent amount, and feels a tad more capable of handling things as best as he can.

Lemon isn’t the most comforting individual- his love language, I believe, is quality time. That quality time is typically spent in silence as he scrolls on his phone, showing you pictures, messages, and videos every so often. But, if your love language is something else, he’s doing his best to indulge in it.

Physical touch? His shoulder is pressed against yours, hands intertwining.

Words of affirmation? Well, he’ll compliment and encourage you no matter what, but he tries to amplify it if it’s what comforts you. Constantly telling you how attractive you are, how much he admires you, and how strong you are.

Acts of service? He’s doing anything you need him to. Do you need him to grab something for you? On it, no complaining whatsoever. Heck, want him to load the dishwasher?? Weird request, but alright (as long as he can put on music while he does so!)

Receiving gifts? Buys you ANYTHING that he thinks you may like! He sort of hands them over with a slightly embarrassed, yet strangely calm, look. “This is yours,” He’d say, placing the gift in your hand.

Quality time? As established, that’s his favorite! He has no problem with that whatsoeeeever!!

Still, Lemon does worry about you- he makes sure that you at least have adults who know about it. If you have told adults, he’s going to casually imply having you at least see a therapist, if you aren’t already. Lemon wants so badly for you to love yourself as much as he loves you- as unconditionally as he loves you. He’s bad at putting it in words, but he genuinely wants you to be nothing but happy and healthy.