#ladiesofhannibal

[sinnersandsapphics-edits]

You can't put her in a room with Nick Boyle's body. She already has nightmares about him. I'm curious about why.

[galacticcoyote]

I’m not sure if I have any followers left since it’s been so long 🤣, but while I’ve picked up some new fandoms in my absence, I still think about my Bedeliyoh epic every so often. Aside from a few short drabbles posted on AO3, I never posted the WIP because I wanted it to be finished before I started putting it up. That eventually backfired, because I have a mammoth unfinished fic (60k+) with no ending. 

I hate to give up entirely on this fic, so before I do, I thought I’d throw this post out there and see if anyone would be interested in helping out. It’s Bedelia/Chiyoh, with Abigail as their adopted daughter. 

If you’re interested (or want to know more), please send me a message! 

[margotverger]

Kacey said GOTH RIGHTS!! 🖤💀

[fandomsnerd]

[livingthegifs]

Happy International Women’s Day!

By: thejennire

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[existingcharactersdiehorribly]

You are iron. And you are strong. 

n.t.

Celebrating the ladies of Hannibal. 

[banshee-cheekbones]

for day 14 of Inktober for Writers, here’s some Bedelia/Chiyoh, based on the prompt ‘haunted.’ 

no warnings apply, 700 words, rated G. on ao3 here.

They do most of their talking in the darkness.

The heavy blackout blinds covering Bedelia's floor to ceiling windows don't let in a single iota of light; it's only the red numbers of her alarm clock, floating in a sea of blackness the consistency of tar, that gives the room some semblance of shape and form, that keeps it from simply being a void of darkness.

Chiyoh is resting on the bed beside her, motionless. Even in the stillness and silence of the room, her breathing is nearly impossible to hear, could easily be mistaken for some other kind of sound, one of the idiosyncrasies that all houses possess in varying ways, like creaking floorboards or windows that groan in the wind. It's only her body heat soaking into the mattress that betrays her existence at all.

Perhaps if she got cold enough, if her body heat became low enough, she would simply blink out of existence.

“Your home is haunted,” Chiyoh says into the blackness, her voice soft and measured, the words always carefully chosen, no room for spontaneity.

Bedelia wonders how long she’s been pondering over those words, how long it took her to choose them to split the post-coital silence with.

“I wasn’t aware that you believed in ghosts,” Bedelia replies, rolling onto her side, the silk sheet bunching and shifting along the line of her hips.

Chiyoh’s laugh is a very strange thing, unpracticed and quiet, like she’s still trying to form it, mold one that suits her.

“I don’t. Even if they did exist, memories haunt us with far more efficiency than any specter ever could.”

“Yes,” Bedelia says simply. She doesn’t need to ask what kind of memories Chiyoh is referring to; there’s only other person who has so thoroughly invaded the corners and open spaces of her home, whose presence has left remnants as clearly as if they had branded their signature there, on walls and floors instead of skin. Some days, Bedelia turns a corner, walks down a hallway, enters a room, and expects to find him there, standing in her path, holding a glass of wine or perhaps a knife, eyes darkened, the veneer of respectability permanently wiped away.

Although that is more of a defensive mechanism, her mind preparing her for the inevitable final encounter, than it is a series of memories.

“Some nights, I dream about setting the house alight,” she says, speaking into the part of the darkness that Chiyoh inhabits. “Pouring gasoline from room to room. Spreading it heaviest in the rooms that he carved out space in. Stepping out the front door, tossing a book of matches in and watching as the sky turns orange, as the remnants of him turn into curlicues of ash and smoke.” It’s a reoccurring dream of hers. It seems to appear most often around the times that some article or newspaper column about him catches her eye, when some intrepid reporter does a where are they now piece about prominent serial killers.

If he sees the pieces, she’s sure that he’s offended to be included right alongside the offal of humanity.

When Chiyoh does not respond, Bedelia slowly stretches out her hand until she brushes against the warm, firm skin of Chiyoh’s thigh. Responsive, powerful muscles flutter underneath her fingertips.

“Do you believe that it would accomplish anything?” she asks, her curiosity piqued by Chiyoh’s silence. “Or would it simply create yet another ash heap?”

“I believe that the fire would be magnificent to see,” Chiyoh answers, resting one of her hands, calloused on the fingertips and the palm, on top of Bedelia’s. “It would attract a crowd. But I do not believe it would end the haunting.” As she rolls onto her side to face Bedelia, Bedelia’s palm skims across her stomach and comes to rest on her other hip. “Hannibal has haunted me my entire life. I don’t believe there is a way to get rid of him. I believe the only thing to do is to accept that he will always be there, always in the next room over. Waiting in the darkest corners.”

Bedelia sighs deeply and slides across the space, until their legs twine together, until Chiyoh’s body heat becomes her own.

“That,” she murmurs, leaning in until she can feel Chiyoh’s breath against her cheek, “is precisely what I’m afraid of.”

[lizardkingeliot]

You lied, Bedelia. You do that a lot. Why do you do that a lot? I obfuscate.

[annibalecter]

Hannibal » Ladies of Hannibal

Here's to strong women. (insp.)

[willinterrupted]

[sinnersandsapphics-edits]

Just because you killed my dad doesn't mean you get to be him.

[the-girl-who-didnt-make-anysense]

look what you made me do

[galacticcoyote]

2017 in fics

I swear this is my last post about 2017 fics! I was tagged by @banshee-cheekbones (thank you! 💖) and have been meaning to do this for a while.

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you’ve created this year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2017. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works.

1. cubic zirconia to cardinal gem (Hannibal crossover, Bedelia Du Maurier/Clarice Starling, G, 1.5k words): My first crossover fic ever! I really like the structure I came up with for the fic, as one of my favorite things about fic writing is experimenting with ways to tell the story. I also really like these two together. True story, I was listening to Silence of the Lambs while working on something else, was suddenly inspired, read the book, and started this all in one crazy night. 

2. not one single further sorrow (Hannibal, Alana Bloom/Bedelia Du Maurier, T, 6k words): This was supposed to be short 5 times fic that kept growing and growing and growing. One version of a fix-it fic to give Alana and Bedelia a happy ending equals a very long one-shot for me. I don’t know why, but ever since getting into the Hannibal fandom, my fics have become length monsters. 

3. Under Her Dark Veil (Hannibal, Bedelia Du Maurier/Hannibal Lecter, M, 1.6k words): Writing these two is always difficult but (hopefully) worth it in the end. Here I wrote one chapter from each perspective, building off one of my favorite scenes, where Hannibal is in Bedelia’s shower and then they fly away together. I had trouble with this fic until I switched the perspectives. Funny how that works sometimes.

4. Reluctant (Hannibal, Chiyoh/Bedelia Du Maurier, G, 250 words): How can I not mention this little drabble? It fits into this massive AU I’ve created where Bedelia and Chiyoh have adopted Abigail. This AU took over my life in 2017 (and into 2018). It’s been a fun and agonizing challenge to figure out how different everyone might be without season 3. I love my AU so much, and this drabble is a teeny tiny window into the insanity of it.

5. open hand or closed fist (Riverdale, Penelope Blossom/Alice Cooper, E, 650 words): This was supposed to be a 250 word drabble. Oops. Whenever I get into a new fandom, I invariably prefer the older characters to the main young ones. How could I not ship these two? I desperately need to watch season 2 so I can catch up and write more about them. 

As it’s now February (what can I say, this was open in my tabs for a while), I’m not going to tag anyone because y'all have probably done it. But if you haven’t, please do! I love these kinds of posts, to find out what fics are a writer’s favorite. 

[miasmatik]

I heard it was #LadiesofHannibal week, so have some soft Murder Wives in lingerie (they’re both so beautiful and badass and they deserved more screen time and relationship development and I could cry)

@ladies-of-hannibal​

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[cinabre]

14 ladies of Hannibal - alphabetical order of their 1st name. ^^ This drawing was printed in my W is for Wendigo book, the #ladiesofhannibal event week is the perfect occasion to show it online.

[castielsburger]

Happy pride month! More pride month related fanart will follow but lets start with Alana and Margot