#og hannibal fic

[itsthatpearl]

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Hannibal x F!OC

His Amuse-Bouche

Chapter 2: Eat Your Young

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Beth finally wakes up, and Dr. Lecter has an interesting suggestion for her...

Word count: 1.3k

Thank you once again Ziggy and my baby Kris for beta reading <3

TW: THIS IS A HORROR FANFIC. MAJOR DEAD DOVE. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ARE LISTED, BUT THEY CAN SPOIL THE STORY, SO IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY THE HORROR AS BEST AS YOU CAN, GO STRAIGHT TO THE STORY.

SPECIFIC TRIGGERS: Mental health issues (depression, ptsd, anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks and dissociating), distressing impulsive thoughts, sexual tension, sexual themes, horror, gore, cannibalism, bad parenting, rough language, violence, drugs, spiked drinks, alcohol, light emetophobia.

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I wake up from the floor. The front door is open. The house is quiet. I hold my head while standing up slowly and walk into the living room. Then I see the blood. It is everywhere. The dark sticky substance has covered half of the room. My feet touch the rug that is soaking wet. Cold fear coats my every nerve ending making feeling and movement a struggle. The air smells like iron and sweat. My stomach makes a turn twice and I cover my mouth to prevent throwing up, as if it would help at all. 

I woke up slowly to the scent of food. For a moment I gathered my thoughts and took in my surroundings. I lie on a bed covered with a luxurious duvet. Panicking, I threw the duvet away and sighed in relief because I had my clothes on. I inhaled deeply. The scent made my mouth water. It was intoxicatingly delicious. I got once again lost in my thoughts until I heard the door open. I looked up and there he was. Doctor Lecter. He was wearing an ox blood red pants, matching vest, cream coloured blouse and a dark blue tie. I stared at him with the same feelings coming back into my body. Fear and lust. Weirdly shameful too. 

“Good, you are awake.” he smiled slightly and walked slowly closer to the bed. He handed me a glass and continued “it is just water, I can assure you that. I don't want you to miss the feast I’ve prepared for us”. I took the glass and gulped it down eagerly. I hadn't even noticed how starved and thirsty I had become. “Thank you” I nodded and handed the glass back. He took it and turned around. “Follow me” he said calmly and started walking out of the room. I got out of the bed and followed him. 

He led me to the dining room. The table was neatly set and ready. I sat down and looked at him. He sat down, took a deep breath, eyes closed and then took the utensils into each hand. “Today we are having slow cooked rabbit cacciatore paired with a ligh gamay. Enjoy'' he added with a pleased smile and started eating. I watched him for a moment and started slowly eating. As soon as the tender meat met my tongue, I was lost. The food tasted exquisite and I couldn't help but close my eyes to savor it fully. The rabbit was pure perfection melting on my tongue, salty and full of flavor from different herbs, at least thyme and parsley. I took a sip of the gamay, and a pure bliss filled my body. The light red wine complimented the rich food perfectly. My own body betrayed me, as I heard a soft moan escaping my lips. I opened my eyes wide and looked at the man sitting next to me. He looked at me like nothing out of the ordinary had happened and smiled warmly. “How do you like the food?” he asked softly with the same, dangerously sweet tone he always had. “It is…..it is…..the best food I’ve ever had” I shaked my head in disbelief and looked at him almost confused. 

“Why?” I blurted out. “Why what?” he asked unbothered. He leaned slightly back in his chair raising his brows. I placed my utensils down and looked at him. “Why did you do all this? And why did you...drug me?” I asked. I tried to keep my tone as calm as possible. He cleared his throat and looked at me calmly. “Because you started getting hysterical, a very humane way to react to the situation. I didn't want you to be stressed before your operation. What comes to this dinner, I think it would just be fair to let you enjoy it too” he answered. My stomach dropped and my mouth went dry. “M-my operation?” I stammered. I looked at him in horror as he finished his food and patted the corner of his lip with a napkin. “Yes, your operation. This was your last meal before it, you need to fast for 12 hours so I will perform it tomorrow morning” he stood up and sighed before continuing “I can sedate you now if you think sleep is not an option tonight”. I looked at him in pure fear, unable to answer. He took a small medical syringe from the corner table and looked at me. “Let’s go to the bedroom, shall we?”

The bedroom is dark, but I don’t need lights to see the bed is coated in black. In the middle lies two figures in a dark tangled clump. You couldn’t say which one is which, where an arm changes into a leg and where their heads are. If they even have proper heads anymore. In the corner of the room lies the third figure. My mouth opens into a silent scream as I hear the sirens coming close.

I sat on the bed with my whole body shaking. Dr. Lecter closed the door behind him and came to sit next to me. “Give me your arm and relax your muscles” he ordered but kept a cool and relaxed tone. Tears started to pool down my cheeks as I started to cry helplessly. “Hush, be brave, Beth. Remember what we talked about in our session: you are far braver than your body lets you be” he hushed next to my ear. His breath tickled my soft skin which made my whole body shake even more and tears run down my cheeks. “Have I ever told you you look delicious when you cry, especially during our sessions” he added. I looked at him with weary eyes until I remembered the fridge. My hand flew to cover my mouth to force the rabbit down my esophagus.

He gently stroked my back as I started to do my breathing exercise to keep myself from throwing up. He lifted the medical syringe next to my deltoid muscle, fondling it slowly. “We can make a deal. I am forced to keep you here so you don’t go to the police. But I can help you, Beth. And you can help me” he smiled against my arm and placed a kiss on the soft skin. There it is again. The fear. The want. “H-how could I h-help you?” I breathe out. My skin is burning under his touch and so is my core. “I want your mind,” he whispered. “My…my mind?” I looked at him. “Yes. Your mind. I have grown to enjoy your company, our sessions, Beth. I want you to devote to me, to surrender your mind and let me in. I want to be able to cure you. But most importantly, I want to taste you ” he purred into my ear and inhaled deeply. I felt like my soul had left my body, but not out of fear or dissociation. This was something far stronger. This was pure need . My heart pounded so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest, spilling blood and bits of my skin and intestines along the way all over the beautiful dark velvety indian carpet. I threw my head back and gasped out loud. Then I felt a needle penetrating my muscle. I looked at the man next to me and fell down into the mattress which sank beneath me down, down into the darkness. “Dr…Lecter…” I muttered before my eyes closed. A hand touched my cheek and the darkness whispered into my mind “please, call me Hannibal”.

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[tantamounttoflirtation]

If they announce a s4 I genuinely might have to log tf off. I don't even want to see what sort of dumpster fire it would be. Maybe I'm just being pessimistic, but I don't see much hope for it being good or worthwhile. I'm going to rant in the tags so if you disagree with my opinion thats cool you can just ignore me and continue scrolling :)

[i-bit-the-dust-it-was-yummy]

EVERYONE PLAY THE CLOWN MUSIC AGAIN ISTG

I READ A FIC A BIT AGO AND I ACTUALLY TALKED ABT IT ON HERE AND I ADORE THIS FIC AND IT HAS A PREQUAL TO IT THAT IVE HAD ON MY MARKED FOR LATER FOR AWHILE BC IM SAVING IT BUT THERES ONE THING ABT THIS FIC IT FROM AN ORPHANED ACC

BUT I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FINE BC I THOUGHT THE PREQUAL FIC WAS FINISHED SO IT DOESNT MATTER

SPOILER ALERT IT WASNT

ITS 12/20 ITS UNFINISHED BY 8 EPS SINCE 2020 (THATS 4 YEARS)

IM SERIOUSLY GOING TO CRY

[devotedlystrangewizard]

i dont really care about assassins creed anymore you know Ubisoft sucks ass and while the games were fun they were also pretty mediocre and *several pictures of haytham kenway fall out of my pockets* those arent mine what

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | your first time together is…your first time (part 2)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Black Christmas, Scream, Dead by Daylight, Hannibal (TV) /Silence of the Lambs, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (og), slashers (general)

♡ characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Billy Lenz, Hannibal Lecter, Bubba Sawyer

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; graphic sexually content!!, mentions of vouyerism, documentation kink (yay Danny), manipulation, breeding kinkish content, lots of cumming inside, light pet play elements

♡ notes; seven babes in one post wowowowow! i’m just trying to get caught up with everyone else before i start doing new prompts. but! i have a big list of new ones do not fear

these weren’t written in one sitting like some of my other fics so i’m sorry if the quality wildly varies

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Jason Vorhees

> It’s been gentle coaxing towards each step of the relationship with Jason

> And while you have the patience of a saint when it comes to that man, you’re also incredibly pent up. You’re just as much of a virgin as him and starting to wish he’d fix that.

> But you keep it to yourself, not wanting the pressure him into anything and getting yourself off when he’s not there. It worked well enough before after all.

> One day he comes home when you’re in the middle of mastrubating and you quickly scramble to hide the fact

> He knows somethings up right away, you’re covering yourself with a blanket and red faced…He’s repressed, not stupid.

> You apologize meekly and expect him to walk away - instead he grabs the blanket and pulls you forward by your thighs

> “J-Jason- baby? Are you going to-?”

> He pushes his mask up and goes down on you like a man starved… he may or may not have been home earlier than you realized, listening to you whimpering and moaning his name

> And getting you off ends up getting him very excited- excited enough that he doesn’t care about anything but doing it again

> And if you want him inside you, he’s more than happy to oblige.

> You shyly straddle him and sink onto his cock, holding onto him tightly

> He hides his face in your neck as you slowly move, murmuring sweet words of encouragement to him

> “Jason, it’s so good- you feel so good-“

> After a bit he holds your hips, fingers digging in as you get him closer and closer

> You gasp as he comes inside by accident, too shy to admit you liked the feeling

> He doesn’t even pull out as he holds you, knowing that as soon as he can, he’ll be helping you ride him again

Bo Sinclair

> It slips out when you’re cuddling and watching but not watching some silly movie with copious sex scenes

> “What’s your favorite position, darlin’?”

> “Hm? Oh, I dunno?”

> “Top three then-“

> “Bo I haven’t even-“. You blush bright red as he slowly grins

> He doesn’t leave it along the rest of the day- he has cute little innocent virgin partner

> He likes it way too much- and you like his fixation on it too much

> When you get him alone again you huff and straddle him “Stop teasin. Show me your favorite position, then.”

> You don’t have to tell him twice- and he’s a gentleman, letting you ride his face before he finally fucks you

> He’s got chest against your back and hand between your legs as he slowly uses you

> “Fuck- you’re squeezing my cock so tight- pretty little fucking virgin-“

> His dirty talk gets you both off…again, and again, and again…

> He doesn’t stop until you start whining and pushing his hand away, overstimulated and sore

> “Fine, fine…we’ll try the other top two tomorrow,”

Vincent Sinclair

> Honestly, Vince isn’t huge on sex

> When you offhandedly mention you haven’t done anything before he doesn’t mind and he doesn’t get overly excited like some people.

> He let’s you make the first move

> …or at least he’s going to, but you don’t say anything about it for a long while

> He finally asks softly if you want him to touch you.. and meekly you say yes

> You’re not sure who’s happier- you as he makes you come with just his hand, or him getting to watch you

> After a few days of this you finally get the nerve to ask to do more- his good side goes bright red at the idea of you touching him and you giggle and praise him the entire time.

> But about halfway through he makes you stop and pins you- still gentle but very daring for him

> You giggle again “…wanna go all the way?”

>He nods eagerly and he positions you- very gentle missionary with his forehead against yours

> Even inside you he stops so he doesn’t cum, coaxing you over the edge twice before he gets too close

> The third time you cum you wrap your legs around him and make sure he can’t pull out

> He’s so apologetic after he cums inside- but quite pleased in the same breath

Danny Johnson

> The conversation comes up when he asks you to model for him- a boudoir shoot, naturally

> You’re his muse already- but he wants to shoot more than just your pretty face and the hickies he leaves

> He’s surprised when you’re shy and look away, mumbling that you aren’t pretty enough for that

> “Course you are babydoll- no way no one’s ever told you that. Unless you were screwing them with the lights off-“

> “Danny I haven’t screwed anyone.” You pout

> He tries his best to hide his perverse excitement and looks determined- he’s got an idea…Those usually don’t end well

> Next thing you know he’s pulled a mirror to face the bed and has you on his lap, kissing at your neck and feeling you up.

> He spreads your legs and makes you look as he starts to touch you- you’re not sure if it’s the lewd situation or just him that makes you cum faster than you have ever before

> He makes just as much of a show of cleaning up the mess you’ve made on his hand, and you can feel how hard he is against your ass

> You pull yourself together enough to pout and grind down on him- that’ll show him

> Your revenge quickly backfires as he manhandles you to your hands and knees, grinding against you in a much more expert manner

> It doesn’t take long before you’re babbling beneath him, begging to take him

> He takes his sweet time teasing you- once he’s finally inside you’re pushing yourself back against him, fucking yourself with him

> He lets you do the work- it makes it easier for him to enjoy the show

> At least until he’s about to cum

> Then he pulls you up, making you watch in the mirror with one hand and holding you against him with the other

> “Fuck- look at you- that’s my good fucking baby (/girl/boy)!”

> When he pulls out it splatters across the mirror and he grins and gets a picture- just your bodies in the reflection

> If you thought you’re getting away to rest though…you were mistaken- he had a lot more pictures to take, and a lot more methods to get you to make pretty faces for them

Billy Lenz

> Billy takes things fast. He’s depraved an eager man.

> You aren’t very far into the relationship when he lets his hands wander while you’re cuddling

> He frowns when you push his hands away insistently- you’d talked so confidently about this on the phone…

> “I wanna touch my pretty toy-“

> You mumble something he can’t hear- making you pout as he tilts his head and leans in closer curiously

> “You’ve never- oh.” His grin is huge and excited

> After some convincing you make it a game- how long can you two go without going too far?

> While you want to have sex with him, you’re nervous, so you figure that’ll buy you time to muster up enough courage

> But Billy being Billy, it isn’t long until he finds a shortcut- he bites and kisses and laps your neck and grinds up on you every single time he gets the chance

> If it was PG-13 before, you were heading fast to an R rating

> Finally you can’t stand it any more as he’s got you on his knee, pushing it up as he oh so innocently rubs your hips and kisses you

> “Billyyyy- please — I need it-“

> “Need what?” For once he’s acting coy- so you quickly show him as you undo his pants

> He’s all giggles and moans when you blow him- cumming down your throat quickly

> And before you can move he flips you, going down on you and to your chagrin already hard before you cum once

> But he’s not a monster- or maybe he is, because before he’s even got it in you you’re whining that it’s all too much

> He licks away your overwhelmed tears as he slowly pushes in, cooing softly for once

> Though as soon as your comfortable he’s saying the filthiest things in order to coax louder and louder moans out of you

> Without warning or real permission he cums inside, grinning at the mess and finger fucking whatever leaks out back inside as he coaxes you to another orgasm

> Once he’s finally done late into the night, he holds you tight and continues to coo praises - Billy’s baby was so good! -and he knew they’d be just as good for him in the morning

Hannibal Lecter

> Hannibal knows almost everything about you, especially if you ever began as his patient

> Even if you don’t tell him expressly, he has his theories- but he’s not trying to be too forward

> It’s going to be your idea when he shamelessly uses you :)

> He has it planned to the T as well- you’re having a sweet little date night in and he’s admiring you on the couch

> Perched on his lap you giggle and shiver as he gently brushes your neck, and your thigh, and your stomach- each a little “accident”

> Not that you’re complaining or he’s apologizing for the increasingly lingering touches

> “…darling? Ah- we’ve never done anything before but…”

> “But what my love?”

> “Can you pretty please touch me?”

> He’s so proud of his little pet and tells you as much as he lays you down right there, going a step forward and using his mouth

> Of course he wants, needs to taste you

> But he doesn’t let you come- not yet

> No, he makes sure you’re already riding him slow and deep by the time he makes you come for the first time

> He stops and showers you in praise before helping you move again

> He wants you to crave him inside- and by the way you’re already whimpering with every little move he thinks it’s working

> He’s territorial- coming inside isn’t even a question, even if he pretends it it

> “Good puppy…Very good. Master’s going to cum- are you going to let me cum in that pretty little hole?”

> As you manage a blissed out sound, you’re sent over the edge and he takes the moment to cum inside

> You only hum an acknowledgment as he pulls out and lays you down, practically tucking you in with him

> What a good pet you made…

Bubba Sawyer

> Bubba is so scared of sex at first…Well, small correction- he’s scared of having sex with you.

> I mean Drayton’s idea of sex ed was simply not telling him about it because he didn’t ask “Sex is- well nobody knows!”

> And from what he’s read in books and heard on the radio, it’s sinful and dirty and ruins you

> And he’d never want to dirty you. You were the nicest, cleanest thing in his life.

> So when you ask him if he’s had sex he vehemently shakes his head and you tell him you haven’t either. Good!

> “Well- ah- would you want to? With me, I mean?”

> He’s absolutely shocked- didn’t you know it was dirty?

> “We don’t have to- I just- I really like you. I wanna make you feel good.”

> Maybe he had some details wrong. That’s what he tries to reason as he lets you take his mask off and undo his pants. He’d try it, but if he felt wrong, he’d stop so you both stayed clean…

> It takes all his will not to immediately buck up into your throat when you put him in your mouth.

> You’re sloppy and clumsy and he’s just the same, groaning and whining and gripping the sheets. Before he can finish you pull off and he pouts.

> “C-can we- I mean- can I-“ You huff and get frustrated at your own embarrassment, starting to slip your shirt off and hoping he gets the message.

> He goes red and nods quickly, practically tackling you and kissing you sweetly before he moves into position

> You help him ease himself into you , whimpering and making sure he’s comfortable too

> “Oh my god- that’s it baby- just like that,”

> The praise makes him move harder than he means to but god you’re grateful

> When he does come he pulls out and paints your stomach- and as soon as he realizes you haven’t done the same he uses his hand to correct that.

> He holds you tight and doesn’t let go the rest of the night, keen on trying more in the morning

[tgsilcosynxbelu3]

will hates eye contact - he sees too much and then doesn't see enough. professionally speaking, it’s inconvenient to sympathise w people when you need to be objective, especially in his line of work lol. plus it’s uncomfortable to do sth so intimate when you have an empathy disorder and don’t wanna build a connection.

initially, will also refused to look into hannibal’s eyes because of that - he wants nothing to do with hannibal. but as their bond “organically” strengthens, will grows more and more attached. even after knowing what hannibal is, will couldn’t stop looking - he wants to know more about hannibal, or needs to, idk what he tells himself. he wants clarity - about hannibal, about them, about himself. later in the show, he avoided eye contact w hannibal, not wanting to be figured out or to figure himself out - feeling calm, normal, great even, in that situation is too ugly a thought and he's not ready for that yet. after everything that transpired, he is never mortified by what he sees, he is mortified because he isn’t. eventually mortification fades as he came to terms w his own bloodlust, and i think that’s extremely beautiful.

side notes: i think it would be really powerful for hannigram to kiss w their eyes closed. not just because it’s naturally romantic ofc, but also because that would mean absolute acceptance. like no need for further trying to figure each other out, just mentally and physically embracing their own horrifying nature. feel free to use this in a fic btw, i’m not a good enough writer yet to write a hannigram fic but i would love to read one w this idea!!

oh and idk about will making eye contact in general, yk, with other people, like idk if he looks into people's eyes more than before but i def see him avoiding eye contact when he tryna keep to himself so i'd say normally he still isn't the biggest fan of that

(honestly i found these pics and gifs on pinterest idk who the og owners are but if i could find them i would totally give them credit)

[narcosfandomdiscord]

Narcovember Prompt Roulette List

Saalud a mi gente! We in the Narcos Fandom Forever discord server are excited to bring another 30-day challenge: a multifandom event that we’re nevertheless calling Narcovember. Despite its name, this is open to ALL FANDOMS, NOT JUST NARCOS. Creators are encouraged to submit fanworks (fic, art, gifs, vids, op-eds) for any fandom your heart desires!

This event's format is a bit unconventional. Instead of a prompt for each day of the month, there's a Prompt Roulette Wheel and a Prompt Index (☟ below) featuring numbered items with three prompts each. Every day you'll spin the wheel. The number that comes up on the spin corresponds to a number on the index where you can then pick one of the three prompts.

So for example, say on day one, I spin the wheel and get number 8. I’d go to 8 on the index (titled These Damn Restraints). Of those three prompts, I like Yikes best so that's my day one prompt. Next day, I spin and get 14. I find 14 on the index (Decisions, Decisions, Decisions) and pick one of those for day two's prompt. And so on. Note: If, on Day 2, instead of 14 I got 8 again, I’d spin the wheel again to get a new number. If, for whatever reason, you don’t want to spin twice, you can choose another prompt from that "Book of" that you haven't used (e.g. Day 1, I chose Yikes. So Day 2, I’d go for, "Now you know why I never say anything.") Ideally, we think it’s more fun to not repeat index items, but ultimately it’s dealer’s choice. Aka we're not about to get real fascist policing, aint nobody got time for that.

Here's -> the roulette wheel. Or you can make your own! (Just make sure it has 30 slices.)

Use the hashtag #narcovember or tag us to submit your entries so we can reblog them! A note on the masterlist - bc of the Tumblr-imposed link limit, for now we'll only link the fic. BUT at the end of the month, there will be a comprehensive list with all the contributors’ blogs so ppl can find your other work easily. 

Happy spinning, everybody!

❖ Prompt Index ❖

1 — Book of Genesis

Fanwork inspired by someone else’s fanwork (be sure to tag the creator of the OG work!) 

“The fun begins here.” 

Ghosts

2 — Book of Fuck-ups

Righteous indignation glo-up aka fanwork that corrects a plot misstep or writing blunder that bugs the shit outta you 

“It’s not the what-ifs that fuck you up, so much as the what-might-have-beens.” 

Bite

>>>>>>>>>> more prompts below the cut <<<<<<<<<<<<

3 - Book of Stuff That Goes in the Junk Drawer

Fanwork inspired by a song and include why the song sparked the idea (was it the lyrics, genre? something you thought a character would like? etc) 

“It’s never too late to make history.”

Juice

4 — Book of the Uno-Card-Reverse

Fanwork based on your fav reverse/inverse trope**

“Evil isn’t always forever.” 

Mirrors 

5 — Book of Negative Spaces

Fanwork using a line from a diff show/movie as a prompt (e.g. line from Mad Men, “I don’t think of you at all” in a Narcos fic, line from Band of Brothers, “The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you’re already dead,” in a Hannibal fic, etc etc) 

“We gain more from our mistakes than our success, you know that?”

Pitch

6 — Book of (un)Consciousness

Fanwork inspired by a dream you’ve had (include 1-2 sentence summary of the dream at the beginning of the post) 

“Just dream with me.”

Technicolor 

7 — Book of Time-travel

Fanwork inspired by ancient mythology (Greek, Norse, aztec, celtic, etc. Bible counts as mythology, fuck it) 

“It’s only a matter of time.”

Constellation

8 — Book of These Damn Restraints

Fanwork that ends with 2(+) characters trapped in a phone booth with no way out 

“Now you know why I never say anything.”

Yikes

9 — Book of Fateful Conversations

Fanwork where the plot takes place entirely in the back of a cab OR where one character is the cab driver and the other is the passenger 

“You'd be surprised what you can live with.” 

Cursed

10 — Book of Nepo-baby Levels of Incompetence

Fanwork where character is in a profession they have no business being in with no prior training, so they fake knowing what they’re doing – like imposter syndrome except they’re just actually a fraud (e.g. Rust Cohle is a grief counselor, Richie Jerimovich is a hedge fund manager, Roman Roy is a beat cop) 

“And who hasn’t believed a flattering lie?” 

Evergreen 

11 — Book of Pit Stops

Fanwork that starts with a character hitchhiking and getting picked up by another character(s) 

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” 

Rush

12 — Book of Balancing In Between

Fanwork whose setting is a liminal space (e.g. empty swimming pool, bar or arcade after hours, airport terminal, church confessional, empty elevator, Twin Peaks black lodge, John Wick continental bar, etc) 

“Good things come in threes.” 

Wire

13 — Book of in Urgent Need of Assistance

Fanwork where a character wakes up on an empty submarine, 300ft underwater, thinking they’re the only person aboard until they run into another character(s) 

“One day I’ll wake up and it won’t hurt so much.” 

Desperate

14 - Book of Decisions, Decisions, Decisions

Crossover for 2(+) fandoms you have used before but 2(+) characters you’ve never used or vice versa 

“All we have are our choices.” 

Crossroads 

15 — Book of How tf Did We Get Here

Fanwork that starts off with 2(+) characters waiting in line at the DMV and ends in a completely different, totally unpredictable, why-and-how-tf-did-we-get-here place 

“There’s a moon a mile from here and nobody home.” 

Ambition

16 — Book of Locally Sourced

Fanwork that mimics a bottle episode, so the entirety of it takes place in a relatively mundane setting (e.g. the stockroom of a store, interrogation room, a hotel lobby, waiting room of a doctor’s office, etc etc) 

“Make yourself comfortable while you can."

Notebook

17 — Book of Inception

Fanwork that provides an origin story for a character that doesn’t have one in canon 

“It (he/she/they) made me who I am.”

Improvement

18 — Book of Mysteries

Fanwork where 2(+) characters have to escape a panic room. Depending on fandom, this can be like the innocent party version that you take your friends to for someone’s bday, or can be an actual doomsday shelter 

“I thought they were with you!?"

Endurance

19 — Book of Near Misses

Fanwork with 2(+) characters from the same movie/show/book who’ve never met 

“Looks like we missed our window.” 

Rattled

20 — Book of Sleight of Hand

Fanwork of partners (romantic, profesh, or both) running into each other unexpectedly while both are doing something criminal/something they know they aren’t supposed to do (e.g. burying a body, carrying out a heist, meeting someone they shouldn’t)

“You can't ask the truth from someone who trades in lies.” 

Brace

21— Book of Nerves of Steel

Fanwork where 2(+) characters do a B&E, but get stuck when the owner unexpectedly comes home, and they whisper-yell argue over how to get out

“You won't believe the day I just had.”

Cortisol

22 — Book of Identity Theft

Fanwork where 2(+) characters meet accidentally bc one has accidentally dialed the wrong number (e.g. Syd [The Bear] tries to call Carm to yell at him for Something Dumb He Did but ends up calling Cousin Greg [Succession] instead) 

“I'm not the one.”

Brand

23 — Book of Just Chaos™️™️™️

Cracked crossover/ship with 2(+) characters from very diff genres (e.g. Dwight Schrute [The Office] & Tommy Shelby [Peaky Blinders], Frenchie [The Boys] x Penelope [Bridgerton], etc) 

“You’re my idiot, forever.” 

Untouchable

24 — Book of Revelation

Fanwork where 2(+) characters are stranded in the desert and in a sick twist, must decide which one of them to leave behind in order for the other(s) to be saved

“I like that I don't have to worry about you.”

Rapture

25 — Book of Reciprocity

Fanwork where 2(+) characters play poker (or any card game that has betting) but the chips are magic and the winner gets extra years of life instead of money (e.g. say, in poker, green chips = $500, blue chips = $1k, red chips = $2k, black chips = $5k. In this scenario, green chips = 6mos, blue chips = 1yr, red chips = 2yrs, black chips = 5yrs, etc) 

“Fine, I'll do it myself.”

Quid-Pro-Quo

26 — Book of Abduction

Fanwork where 2(+) characters get kidnapped by a kooky cult, are thrown into the trunk of a car together and have to figure out how to escape

“Somebody has to be paying attention.” 

Spiral

27 — Book of Caretaking

Fanwork where a character accidentally shoots/stabs/otherwise maims another character and has to perform first responder, triage levels of first aid to save them (dealer’s choice as to whether it's successful bc yolo) 

“Don't make me take care of you.” 

 Ritual

28 — Book of Weaponized Passive Aggression

Fanwork where 2(+) characters attend a dinner party and witness that moment when a couple starts passive-aggressively arguing but not outright fighting in front of the whole table and it’s even more painfully awkward than if they just straight up fought OR the 2(+) characters are the ones arguing making everyone else uncomfortable asf

“I wish you the best and I hope you find it far from me.”

Attitude

29 — Book of the (un)Dead

Fanwork where a character dies and another character shepherds them to the afterlife like their own personal grim reaper

“We bury our dead alive.” 

Siesta

30 — Book of There's No Place Like ...

Back from the dead: a character came back wrong or right, but either way, no one else knows how to handle it

“Even if you make it, you’ll never really go home.” 

Homesick

**There will be a reverse trope list in another post for examples.

[slasherhoe87]

Slashers reaction to s/o who likes bdsm? Preferably Michael, Bo, Hannibal, and Norman Bates

I love your first fanfic! It's so sad and cute 😭

Hey. Thanks for enjoying my previous fic. I'll gladly do your request but I hope you don't mind... I have to skip Norman as I have only watched Psycho once or twice and don't know his character well.

Slightly NSFW / GN!reader

SLASHERS WITH A S/O INTO BDSM:

MICHAEL MYERS (OG/Peepaw):

Michael stared at his bowl of delicious, creamy, homemade, herby tomato soup you had put in front of him a minute ago

This was gonna be good

He was just about to bring a spoonful of the thick, aromatic goodness to his lips when he felt a pair of eyes boring into the side of his unmasked face

Lowering his spoon back down into his bowl he slowly turned his head towards you to return the stare, letting out a grunt in aknowledgement

You looked nervous, uncertain as you sat on the sofa

After a minute of you not being able to get your words out, Michael huffed in annoyance and scooped up the soup again

Just as the red deliciousness was about to finally grace his lips you spoke up

"I want to try something in the bedroom with you" the words came out tentatively

You hoped Michael would be open to the idea of BDSM - he certainly liked it rough enough to begin with... but you never know

Michael dropped his spoon again and bored his eye/s into your own, both curious about your desire and frustrated at him not getting enjoy his damn soup

He tilted his head as a go ahead for you to proceed

"BDSM... it is something I really enjoy aaand I want to experience it with you. But if you don't think you'd enjoy that then its okay, no worries" you smiled at him as your index finger traced absentminded circles on the arm of the sofa

You desperately hoped he would want to try it out with you. You had an itch only a dominant male like Michael could satisfy

Although Michael had never experienced BDSM, he knew what it was about and what it all entailed. And to say he was surprised that his sweet s/o had a penchant for more extreme sex?

His cock grew as hard as a rock instantly

To have you bound, restrained, helpless and so at his mercy and whims - bringing your quivering body to orgasm with pleasure and pain... he was practically salivating at the mouth

Michael turned back to his bowl of soup and finally started eating, his mind delving deep into dark, sinister sexual thoughts about you

Before he focused back on his soup you saw the dark, heavy and heated look in his eye/s. You smiled to yourself - the seed had been planted and now it need only take root

Little did you know that later that night Michael did not leave the house to kill, he instead stalked towards the direction of Doug's Hardware Store which conveniently sat right next to Kinkdom Adult Toy shop - two places which housed everything he would need

BO SINCLAIR:

When you had told Bo that you wanted to be restrained and at his mercy, bound in the now unused and dusty chair that sat in his little lair beneath the shop his eyebrows skyrocketed to his hairline

You? His innocent, sweet little y/n?

His body instantly responded - white-hot heat bloomed and pooled to the pit of his stomach and groin

His gaze darkened and he pinned you with his heavy stare

But he had to be sure you meant it, because if you did then you had to know what you'd be getting yourself into with him

Bo leaned back against the kitchen counter as he looked directly into your big doe eyes. "Shit, baby... you sure? Really sure? Don't be teasing me with the prospect if you ain't 100% sure about this"

You assured him that you indulged in BDSM regularly before you had become a part of the Sinclair trio and that you craved his ruthless touch. Craved his fingers and tools that would drag you to both heaven and hell

Bo stepped towards you and firmly grasped your jaw in his big hand, his aura of dominance engulfing your eager form

"Well then darlin', let's go to our lair and fix it up some - don't want our playtime ruined by dust and dirt"

As you swept the floor of his 'play room' and the two of you discussed your safe word and what you would and wouldn't feel comfortable with your nethers clenched in anticipation for tonight's blissful torment

HANNIBAL LECTER (OG/MADS):

You were both spent, laying draped in one another's arms in his king sized bed, luxuriating in post-coital bliss when you brought up the topic of BDSM and how you wanted to indulge in it with Hannibal

Hannibal was only somewhat surprised by this revelation as you had already shown him you enjoyed more extreme sexual escapades in the bedroom next to vanilla love-making

Initially he thought that it would be him to bring up the topic but it mattered not anymore as he was most pleased by your admission

The following evening Hannibal took you by your hand down to his somewhat forbidden basement

He did not forbid you from entering the basement as you knew of his "meat" eating tendecies - he only asked you to use caution as there was dangerous equipment and machinery about

Your curiosity turned to intrigue when he stopped the both of you before a previously hidden black metal door

"Are you ready to see what awaits you behind this door, love?" He asks with a subtle cheeky smirk

You eagerly nod, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet. Your eyes widen to saucers and you gasp as Hannibal pushes open the heavy door and flicks on a light switch that envelops the dark room in sinister red lighting

You trace your fingers along the well-made heavy BDSM furniture which no doubt cost thousands to have made. Every contraption, tool, toy and furniture piece fit for the darkest of carnal pleasures sat proudly in the room

Hell's pleasure room indeed

Hannibal stood back, hands in the pockets of his well-tailored trousers, a pleased smile gracing his elegant features

Hannibal's dungeon was everything you could've hoped for and more

Your body grew taut, your nipples hardening and your nethers moistening as your imagination ran wild with the thoughts of what painful delights Hannibal would inflict on your bound, submissive body

Walking back over to Hannibal you pulled him down for a searing kiss before the two of you stepped back further in to the room to discuss the what your body would be enduring by Hannibal's unforgiving hands

[gvtted-ratz]

>request/idea rules<

requests: open

>marvel<

anthony "tony" stark/iron man, peter benjamin parker/spider-man, wade wilson/deadpool, helmut zemo, james "bucky" barnes/winter soldier, matthew "matt" murdock/daredevil, franklin "foggy" nelson, frank castle/the punisher, william "billy" russo/jigsaw, miguel o'hara, spider-punk/hobart "hobie" brown (smatsv)

>horror/thriller<

slashers/antagonists

billy lenz (black christmas 1974), brahms heelshire, martin mathias (martin 1977), harry warden/the miner (og and remake), asa emory (the collector), jason voorhees (og and 2009 remake), michael myers (og and rz remake), lester sinclair (house of wax), vincent sinclair (house of wax), mark hoffman (saw 4/5), lawrance gordan (saw 2004), hannibal lecter (nbc hannibal), will graham (nbc hannibal)

final/”good” guys

arkin o'brien (the collector/the collection), nicholas "nick" henry jones (house of wax), peter strahm (saw 4/5), adam faulkner stanheight (saw 2004), david radford (saw 0.5)

>games<

error 143

micah yujin

john doe +

john doe

duskwood 

richy rogers, phil hawkins, jake "hakermen", thomas, daniel "dan" anderson

killer frequency

forrest nash, henry barrow

the price of flesh

machaete, thomas (tom), jackal (jack/dean), derek goffard, matt goffard, mason heiral, dragon (jace/jason), komodo (mike/michael), the announcer (fox/ren hana)

that's not my neighbour 

physicist/dr. w. afton, milkman/francis mosses, hoon (milkman doppelganger), scarlet milk (milkman doppleganger), pilot/steven rudboys, d.d.d agent (hazmat guy), teutates taranis, abducius morail, yog sothoth

studio investigrave games

rody lamoree, vincent charbonneau, protagonist, co-worker, normal guy, fake protag, fake co-worker

call of duty (+modern warfare 2)

könig, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, gary "roach" sanderson

>tv/movies/web-series<

the batman (2022)

the riddler/edward nashton

 there will be blood (2007)

eli sunday

marble hornets (2009-2014)

masky/timothy "tim" wright, skully/jay merrick, alexander "alex" kralie, hoody/brian thomas

>will not do<

• incest

• suicide

• ddlg/ddlb

• scat/urine

• pregnancy

• heavy angst

• age regression

• teacher/student

• sa/rape/non-con

• full smut/sex scenes

• illnesses/issues we're unfamiliar with (ask)

• underage/child anything (papa, uncle, child, etc. reader &/or character) - this includes childhood friend AUs

• fem reader (including pronouns/detailed anatomy due to high discomfort) - anything else is fine

> can/will do<

• fics (1k+)

• past abuse

• headcanons

• past self-harm

• drabbles (100-1k)

• alpha/beta/omega

• polyamory relationships

• blood, gore, violence, etc.

• anything soft, comfort, fluff

• aus (soulmate, cafe, bookstore, etc.)

• some ships/otps/rarepairs (feel free to ask)

• death of character/reader (character/reader kills the other)

• nearly any pronouns (including neos, just provide pronouns)

• male/masc, gender-neutral, nonbinary, trans male reader, inhuman reader (this includes monster, alien, divine etc.)

• "steamy" scenes/dub-con <- will be posted on ao3 ONLY (link will be provided for requests)

[alpydk]

9 people you want to know better tag

GAME

💌🤍💟💻📔🖋✏📬📝

Thank you @judasiskariot for the tag (You're keeping me very busy this morning!)

Do I even have 9 people to tag who've not been tagged yet? @auroraesmeraldarose @coreene @weaveandwood @sorceresssundries @littlelostmabari

@dr-demi-bee @boufsy @mumms-the-word @the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep

Sorry if you guys have been tagged before...

💌🤍💟💻📔🖋✏📬📝

Three ships - Gale x Nana (What? I'm allowed my own.), Claire x Leon (RE2 - I'm not an Ada fan), Hannibal x Will Graham. (Hannibal)

First Ship - Cloud and Vincent FF7 OG

Last song -

Last Movie - Only Lovers Left Alive - Went in hoping for a really good Tom Hiddleston / Tilda Swinton movie. Came out bored and just going meh. Really disappointed actually as could have been so good.

Just look! Look how good he looks. I don't normally for him but even I was rattling bars, and then the film was meh! Also Tilda - 63 fucking years old. How is that fair!!!

Currently reading - Numerous fanfics that writers don't want to update. Getting a little depressing, really. I'm looking at you Chase fics, and you Astarion fic, and you Thomas fic....oh wait...

Currently watching - I finished all of House and The Boys so catching up on The Bad Batch. Started Chicago Fire but can't handle Jesse Spencer's American Accent (I love the Aussie too much.)

Currently eating - Nothing. Cautiously playing around with eating habits right now. I'm okay though, don't worry.

Currently craving - The chest of Chase under my tongue... I mean, sorry, what? Someone is saying weird shit. I'm craving crumpets.

[itsthatpearl]

layout idea from @secret-smut-sideblog 🩸

Hannibal x F!OC

His Amuse-Bouche

Chapter 1: "Run, Rabbit, Run"

AO3 LINK

Beth is a young woman struggling with her past. When her mysterious psychiatrist offers to help her, she finds herself in a situation no-one wishes to be in.

Word count: 2k

Thank you Ziggy and my partner Kris for beta reading <3

TW: THIS IS A HORROR FANFIC. MAJOR DEAD DOVE. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ARE LISTED, BUT THEY CAN SPOIL THE STORY, SO IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY THE HORROR AS BEST AS YOU CAN, GO STRAIGHT TO THE STORY.

SPECIFIC TRIGGERS: Mental health issues (depression, ptsd, anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks and dissociating), distressing impulsive thoughts, sexual tension, sexual themes, horror, gore, cannibalism, bad parenting, rough language, violence, drugs, spiked drinks, alcohol, light emetophobia.

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“Are you still with me?” he asked.

I came back from my own world and looked at him. He looked at me with the same face he always does. You couldn't decipher his thoughts. Maybe he was just a good psychiatrist. Maybe he was dangerous for it. His tone was calm but questioning, almost demanding me back to the present. “Yes, forgive me” I chuckled nervously. “Dr. Lecter, I think I need a moment” I muttered with tears starting to gather beneath my eyes. “What happened to you was truly traumatic. It is merely understandable for you to get lost in those memories when we talk about them. Like Ernest Hemingway said; “The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places”. You just need to find what makes you stay strong” he said while staring deep into my eyes. I was too afraid to look back at him. It made me uneasy. There was this weird tension I felt every time our eyes met. I had told myself it was just something my mind created with almost every man I met. Anxiety from being alone with them. Fear of being used. Fear of actually feeling anything especially with men I couldn’t have. Fear of wanting them. Him going down and removing my clothes.

I nodded quickly, took a tissue from the side table and dried my eyes softly while shaking my head. I could still feel my body and mind being on a vacation, but I didn't want him to know I had started dissociating.

��Our time is up, Beth. How do you feel now?” he asked as he always did when our session was done. “I feel good” I said maybe too quickly as I looked at him unable to meet his eyes. “Very well. I’ll see you next week then” he nodded.

I grabbed my jacket and left home as fast as I could. As soon as I got inside my house, I collapsed on the floor. I stared at the wall trying to ground myself.

“THAT’S IT! I AM SICK OF YOU WHINING EVERY FUCKING TIME YOU COME HERE. I AM YOUR FUCKING FATHER, NOT HIM. A PUSSY CAN’T TAKE TWO COCKS AND I AM DAMN SURE IT MINE THAT CREATED YOU SO STOP CALLING HIM YOUR FATHER FROM NOW OR I SWEAR YOU WILL BE SORRY FOR IT.”

I looked at my hand and rubbed each finger slowly looking at the clock. Five hours. It took me five full hours to get through what had felt like a few minutes. I stood up and looked at the door which was still open. I closed it and walked into the kitchen. Fuck. I was actually starting to do it again. I drank a huge glass of water and leaned my back against the counter. My phone buzzed but I didn’t bother to check who had texted me. I opened the fridge to see it full of nothing. I sighed and decided to once again order pizza.

“Stop being a fucking coward. Just jump. It is not so fucking hard. Why do you always have to be such a fucking pussy. You are just like your mother.”

Another nightmare. The sofa was wet from sweat. I groaned and sat up grabbing my phone. I had slept for 20 minutes and it was three in the morning. Sighing I opened the text messages:

*I think I need help*

I turned on the TV and started binge watching The Real Housewives. After four episodes my phone finally buzzed:

*18.00, come to my house, we can have an emergency meeting there*

I stared at the message in silence. His house. Today. I had been Dr. Lecter’s patient for 3 months, and never had he told me he took patients at his house too. I didn’t give it much thought and placed my phone back down. I looked at the time. It was a little over six in the morning. I sighed and continued watching The Real Housewives.

I looked at the ground. The fall was definitely more than three meters. I was shivering. Images of my back and legs breaking flashed through my eyes. I looked back at him. “I don’t know…I don’t think I want to do it” I laughed nervously

I took my jacket and breathed deep. One last look at myself from the mirror. I looked like I hadn’t slept, which made sense. Now I thanked myself for showering yesterday morning, at least I looked like I hadn’t completely lost it. I tried to flash a smile at myself but it made me feel just more insane. I took my phone and keys and left my house.

His house was magnificent. It looked tidy and simple from the outside, just like Dr. Lecter himself too. I knocked at the door sharply at six. I knew he was a punctual person, so I felt it was only polite to be perfectly on time. The door opened revealing Dr. Lecter wearing a dark gray suit. He always looked like he was about to go to a business meeting or a fancy dinner, which made him appear professional. “Good evening, Beth. Please, come in” he smiled and invited me inside. I nodded walking inside as the door closed behind me. I took a coat hanger and hung my jacket politely on the rack. I could already feel the nervousness rising in my body. “Let us talk in the living room, would you like to have something to drink? Perhaps a cup of tea?” he asked. I once again nodded adding “a cup of tea sounds good, thank you”. I walked into the living room as the doctor vanished to the kitchen.

The living room was full of art, a few beautiful chairs and a grand fireplace in the middle of the back wall. It was gray and on the top of it there were photographs in beautiful little frames. Children. One boy and a girl. One had writing on the corner: “Hannibal ir Mischa, Motinos Diena”. There is also a date, but the picture has gone wet at some point from that corner, so I was unable to decipher what it said. “Your tea is ready” I heard behind me. I turned around quickly, blushing. “I am so sorry, I was being nosy” I shake my head and walk to sit down on a chair that is facing him. “It is alright, it is a normal human reaction to start wandering around a new place” he said nonchalantly and handed me a cup. I took it nodding slowly and raised the cup on my lips. It smelled like chamomile. I blew carefully into the cup and took a sip. It was a perfect temperature, which took me by surprise. I was used to burning my tongue with tea, then placing it down and forgetting it until it was cold. But not this time, it was simply ready to be consumed.

“Have you started to see the nightmares again?” he asked, leaning slightly back in his chair. I took a sip out of my cup and placed it down. Fucking hell. How did he know I was here because of that? “Yes. It is the same one. I wake up from the floor and see the door is wide open. Then I walk to the living room and…I see the blood” I stop and look at the fireplace. The fire is dancing gracefully on top of the three logs licking them up and down. I started to actually be consumed by the sight. The fire ate out the wood destroying everything and burning it down. What if he wants to lick me out just like that fire licks the wood- no no NO. Now was not the time for thoughts like this. I shaked my head and tried to get rid of the image I had painted. It was not easy, as my body had already responded with a need for something more than just talking. “And your parents are there, in the bedroom, as always?” I heard him ask. I looked at him and blinked a few times. “Yes. As always. As they were” I nodded. For a moment he looked at me almost like he was entertained, but it disappeared as quick as he opened his mouth. “I see. I think you should see me twice per week now if your condition is taking a worse turn. And I can give you a prescription for a good sleep medication. The same one you had last time” he says and looked at my hand holding the tea cup. I could see he noticed the small indurations my palms had started to form from squeezing my nails into them. I quickly drank down the cup and placed it down covering my palms with my sleeves. “Can I use the bathroom, please?” I asked while looking at the floor ashamed. “Yes, down the hall” he nodded as I stood up and quickly walked out of the living room.

I squeezed my nails into my palms once again and opened the first door I could see. It was dark inside, and I reached out for a light switch. As the light turned on, I could see that this room was not, in fact, a toilet. It was a cleaning closet. The shelves were stacked with bleach, hydrogen peroxide, stacks of single use gloves, and other cleaning supplies. If I knew better, I would’ve said this was a cleaning closet of a serial killer. I closed the door quietly and looked at the other doors. Then I noticed one of them was slightly ajar. I opened it fully to see the bathroom. I went inside and closed the door, locking it. I sat down on the toilet, buried my head into my hands and sighed. When did my head start to feel this heavy?

“If you don’t jump now, I will leave you here. I am sick and tired of you acting this way” he spitted out. I looked at him and shaked my head in silence. “Fine. You know what, I think you can get down by yourself then” he said before jumping down. He walked inside slamming the door behind him. It has started to become dark and there I was. Alone on the roof of the house. And it had just started to snow again.

After I was done I left the bathroom quietly. I walked back to the living room to see it was empty. Maybe Dr. Lecter had gone to the kitchen. I walked to the direction he had vanished earlier to make my tea. The kitchen was tidy, but it was still full. Everything was neatly placed, but I could see he had been in the middle of cooking when I came. Vegetables were cut, everything was ready to be cooked. There was a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Other one was half full, the other empty and untouched. Was he waiting for someone? And why did my head feel so heavy but light at the same time? Was the lack of sleep finally starting to affect me? I almost lost my balance and placed my hand on the counter to steady myself. I needed something with sugar, I hadn’t actually eaten anything the whole day. Maybe Dr. Lecter had juice or anything consumable in his fridge. I couldn’t even think straight anymore. I had to get something into my system. Fighting to keep my eyes closed I staggered closer to the fridge and opened it. I opened my eyes wide in horror. There was a hand wrapped in plastic foil next to the juice. “Viande découpée, I am curing it for tomorrow” a familiar voice purred behind me. “A-are you…do you…..?” I tried to say something but nothing came out of my mouth. The room started spinning and he placed his hand on my cheek and tutted “Shh. Calm down, zuiki. You will be alright”. I collapsed on the floor and fought to keep my eyes open. Last thing I could see was him hovering over me and closing my eyes with a pleased smile on his face. Then everything went black.

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Next chapter

[sadfishpile]

Hi fish. Will you please share some hcs for your young!hannibal sugar baby au? 🙏

hey!! wow this is my first ever question received..

firstly, i would like to point you to this collection here that inspired the sb au art: https://archiveofourown.org/series/4150096 by the talented @antiheroblake

honestly i think blake pretty much nails the sb dynamic between will & hannibal.. will doting on hannibal while being strict with his rules and hannibal being a brat.. ahh 😭

i haven’t really developed any hcs for the sb au but i would like to think that hannibal often gets distracted drawing will & that impedes his studies ✍🏻 (he’s the og hannigram fanart artist after all ‼️)

my good friend has written a beautiful fic based on that idea: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57033544?view_adult=true

and while this isn’t really exclusively sb, i enjoy it when will being the older adult struggles to accept his feelings for hannibal :”) this is beautifully explored in emungere’s teen hannibal ficlets: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8445424/chapters/19348798

as you can see, i owe my inspiration to these talented writers within the hannibal fandom… literally owing them my life rn …. haven’t been normal since discovering hannibal tv and these active talented writers are the ones sustaining my drive to put out anything 🩷

[i-bit-the-dust-it-was-yummy]

here me out rq

au where will is a murderer as well, and he was the og cheasapeake ripper and hannibal starts copycatting his kills or vise versa.

will and hannibal also have the same dynamic and everything starts the way it does in the show, just they both keep copycatting each others kills. they end up finding out each others identity sorta early on (sometime in s1s range) and start working together instead of revealing each others identities to jack.

few more things:

1) hannibal doesnt mess with wills encephalitis bc will found out he had it sooner (possibly pre fic possibly not)

2) will and hannibal are both obsessed with each other, not just hannibal (romantically, sexually, and otherwise)

3) when they find out each others identities theyre either already together or that’s when the tension breaks

4) the way they find out HAS TO JUST HAS TO be in a stupid way (ex. in one of my fav fics hannibal kills someone and throws him over his shoulder and will walks in)

also this is either a prompt for someone else to use or myself im really just leaving this here so it gets used (by myself or someone else)

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

10 Questions for Writers

10 Questions for Writers tagged by @sunnysideprincess

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

156, but two or three of those are Round Robins I participated in, and two are collabfics. The rest are all mine, though.

2. what’s your total AO3 word count?

902,447

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Marvel is my main squeeze fandom, but I've got one Stranger Things fic up and I want to write a few more. I've got a tiny Hannibal fic up, one solitary M*A*S*H that had been a request of one of my besties (and that was definitely enough and I love that show), and there's a Contrarywise/Trickster's Touch ficlet up. Oh yeah, and I have a few Bill and Ted fics up and some other random old stuff that I finally stuck on my AO3 (Lost Boys, From Hell)

4. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Always. First off, it's so rare these days to get comments because of all the reasons/excuses people give for not leaving comments on fics that to get comments is such a treasure and joy, so of course, I'm going to comment back. Second, if some of those reasons/excuses are true (shyness, anxiety, awkwardness) then I'm doubly grateful for the people who do comment - esp if they are commenting while anxious/shy/awkward - that I want to make sure they realize that their comments are appreciated and that they are not bothering me with their comments. Though I still don't understand that concern. If a writer doesn't want comments on their fics, they'll set it up so that no one will comment. If we've got our comments open, we want comments and you're never bothering us with them.

5. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so. Given how wildly unpopular I seem to be as a writer, I can't imagine anyone wanting to steal what I've written.

6. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep. I've got two collabfics up on AO3 that I wrote with @scottxlogan, and we've got two more in the wings just needing to be finished so I can post them up.

7. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

No. I don't have one all-time favorite ship. I have many favorite ships - Loki/Tony Stark, Loki/Bucky Barnes, Loki/Steve Rogers, Loki/Emma Frost, Loki/Justin Hammer (don't give me that look, they're fun), Tony/Bucky, Tony/Steve, Tony/Scott Summers, Tony/Emma Frost, Steve/Bucky, Steve/Scott Summers, Steve/Emma, Scott/Logan, Scott/Bobby, Scott/Kurt... I mean, that's just the Marvel list, and it's not even a complete one. There's also Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, and so many others from other fandoms that I may not write for but I like to read.

8. what are your writing strengths?

Apparently humor, Easter Eggs, dialogue, fluff, sexy times, and making people hungry by including food into so many fics.

9. what are your writing weaknesses?

World building if I'm having to create a world from scratch. I can do it, but it's a lot of work and then I get stressed. I used to world-build in rp writing with my former roommate, and when we quit writing, I thought I might take some of our old rps and turn them into og fiction, but there are some that are so wildly extensive in the world building that I will probably stick to re-reading them and not actually trying to re-write them into og fiction.

10. first fandom you wrote for?

If we're talking the first time I ever wrote fanfiction without knowing that fanfiction was a word, that'd be the Children of the Corn fanfic I wrote when I was 12-13. It was in pencil, and it was big time Mary Sue, and I don't even have it anymore because over many decades, the pencil faded/smudged, and I'm pretty sure I tossed it into the trash. (It was sooooooooooooooooooo bad.) The first fandom I was in once I knew what fanfiction was - Jay and Silent Bob. Yes, I still have those fics, and no they aren't posted anywhere, and they won't be. With the exception of a Loki series fic I wrote that has a tiny crossover with Dogma (that was called a therapy fic), I won't go back to that fandom.

Thanks for the tag!

Tagging: @mistressofmuses, @stormxpadme, @soliloquent-stark, @whinysteve, @kleenexwoman, @mcfiddlestan, @chaotic-hypnotic-erotic, @chaoticgardenbread, and anyone else who wants to play!

[obsidianpen]

Okay please please someone write that Hannibal AU!!! Has it been done before????

yes it has - I’ll admit that I havent read this fic but I’ve read others by this author waaaaay back in the day, a real OG tomarry shipper right here, I’m sure it’s amazing

[homelygrantaire]

Commissions are open

Hello! My name is Drew, and I would love to write you something. I’ll write Original Fiction, and Fanfiction.

My qualifications are that I have graduated with a B.A. for English Literature, and I am currently in school to receive a M.A. of English Literature. I have taught numerous classes on English 101 and English 102.  I have been writing original fiction since I have been able to hold a pencil.

For my fandom qualifications: I have been in fandom for the past 15 years, and I have been writing in various fandoms for just as long.

If you want something that isn’t listed, please feel free to email me at thedegreesofpain@gmail.com and tell me what you would like, and we can see if we can work something out.

Pricing: For writing, I charge by word count. I charge 10$ per 1,000 words. For any research I charge 30 dollars for any outside research. (This would include watching a show, reading a book, or researching into fine details.) I take PAYMENT UPFRONT.

Posting: For both the original fiction and fanfiction: I will be posting both onto my Patreon, and AO3. If you would like to keep it unposted, that is able to be negotiated – however, there will be a fee associated with this. To keep it unposted it will cost an extra 15$ dollars. The final fic will be posted onto AO3, marked as a gift to you, and I will also provide a PDF copy. You have the right to remain anonymous, as well.

Timing: Writing will take up to a month depending on the length of the fic. We will discuss the timeline when doing the consultation.

Triggers/Squicks: Let me know if you have anything you do NOT want to see, as well. This can be Triggers, squicks, or nOTPS.

Original Fiction: I am comfortable writing in the following genres – Science Fiction, Horror, Romance, Fantasy, Adventure Fiction, Tragicomedy, and Mystery. This will also require a full consultation with me so I can understand what you want out of this. We will discuss characters, settings, themes, etc.

Editing/Proofreading: I can proofread grammar, punctuation, etc. I am also proficient in MLA and APA citation.

Fanfiction: I will write fanfiction, as well. Following this will be a list of fandoms that I am comfortable writing in. There will also be a list that states what tropes I am not comfortable writing. Otherwise, if not stated, I am comfortable with talking about writing it. Overall: I have the right to decline writing anything. If you want me to write smut, you will need to be 18+. I will write one shots, short fics, and long fics.

Contact me: If you would like to commission me – message me and we can get started with a consultation.

Or fill out this form (Fanfiction, Original Fiction) and I'll get back to you in at least 72 hours.

Email: thedegreesofpain@gmail.com

Twitter: Degreesofpain

Tumblr: homelygrantaire

Patreon: degreesofpain

Ko-fi: degreesofpain

 Fandoms:

This is by no means an extensive list. If you have a fandom you want me to write for, you can message me on Tumblr and ask if I am familiar with it.

Anime

Fruits Baskets

Heaven Official’s Blessing

Howl’s Moving Castle

Inuyasha

MHA

One Piece

Ouran High School

Saiki-K

Spy X Family

Yuri on Ice

Books

All for the Game series

Percy Jackson series

The Hunger Games series

The Twilight series

Cartoons

Avatar the Last Airbender

Encanto

Gravity Falls

Hazbin Hotel

Steven Universe

Teen Titans (OG)

Games

Animal Crossing

Disco Elysium

FNAF: Security Breach

Legend of Zelda (Breath of the Wild, and Tears of the Kingdom)

Monster Camp

Monster Prom

Mystic Messenger

Obey Me

Persona 5 Royal

Stardew Valley

The Last of Us (1st game)

Musicals

Beetlejuice

Hamilton

Heathers

In the Heights

Legally Blonde

Movies

Birds of Prey

Deadpool

Encanto

IT movie franchise

Kingsman (1st and 2nd movie)

Labyrinth

Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy

Puss in Boots

The Mummy

Turning Red

Twilight Franchise

Sitcoms

Friends

The Good Place

Shows

Daredevil

Doctor Who (Up to the 11th doctor)

Elementary (up to season 2)

Hannibal

House M.D.

Supernatural

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