#oh really alana

[rightwriter]

Five ways to brainstorm for Nano!

[leek-e]

Here is a drawing of one of my favourite changes in choreography in the Australian deh production :)

During Good For You, after Alana and Jared have their little solos, Alana comes to the front of the stage and crouches down with her hands over her head, completely still. At the same time, Jared goes upstage and paces back and forth very quickly - every time he has to turn around he makes stilted and frustrated gestures as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself. I was very excited by this, as it is so unlike the broadway version of this scene where they stand symmetrically on opposite sides of the stage. Instead, Alana and Jared’s reaction to their feelings are clearly contrasted against each other. It seemed so natural too; while they move in formation for a lot of gfy, here it was like they had to take a break from the song because of how overwhelmed they were! Which only made it easier to empathise with them. The whole song was spectacular of course but this particular decision I think was very successful. I have always been intrigued by the contrast between Alana and Jared and it was really brought to the forefront in this moment.

[elderly-scrolls]

girl who only just played illari for the first time

[tiredlinguist]

now that im actually reading red dragon im soooo curious as to why my bestie bryan fuller made all the changes that he made

[a-pigeons-soliloquy]

gnawing on the bars of my enclosure at that Will Salieri art btw. i don't know ANYONE else in this fandom who knows that musical 😭

omg another person who knows mozart l'opera rock???? hello!!!!!!!!!! so happy that there's at least two of us lol

[eliotquillon]

i love how you get to see cassia’s prefrontal cortex develop in real time in wayward. she literally goes from “everything my brother has ever done since birth is a calculated manipulation designed to make me feel bad and bring shame on our family” to “wait maybe my brother stole my toys when he was seven because he was, uh…seven” in the span of 500 pages

[unproduciblesmackdown]

the most recognized as comedic song being the best part of the movie musical because the conventions that serve as a mode of communicating ideas, for example "people just bursting into song" or "choreography" or "'noticeably stylized' cinematography" that accentuates nonliteral nonrealism-invoking choices, are regarded as Silly or Frivolous. and the effort to shove everything else that's more "serious" into what is expected to be read as dramatic cinema that's not stylized in any ways that seem too "Genre" which only makes [but someone's singing?] underwhelming and out of place because no other elements are supporting it

[svnnykokoro]

I'm sorry the tags are so long and so many lmao

cats is a great example of a show that doesn't work as a movie because all of the magic of it is in the live performance (the costumes, the dance numbers, the absurdity of it all) and dear evan hansen is a great example of a show that doesn't work as a movie because the show sucks

[fazcinatingblog]

mikayla <3

[vernalloy]

DEH is an incredibly weird musical to watch from the comfort of my computer. This musical relies so much on framing that once you’re out of the atmosphere everything gets a lot more bitter.

And it is an interesting show! I think it sets up a lot of very interesting themes to travel down regarding the exploitation of suicide and the grey morality inherent in being a teenager. The parent-child dynamics really shine in this show.

But my fucking lord I hate the framing because in trying to wrestle it out of the dark comedy it once was, the tone gets fucky. The teenagers in particular remain mean-spirited, and this makes a lot of the pathos feel like it’s twisting my arm to make me sympathize.

And I know the primary origin of my frustration with this show is how it deals with Connor because he reminds me of me and so when he gets shunted off to plot device it still doesn’t feel like a real sense of loss. He dies, he never gets to move past the worst of himself, it’s fucking awful, but this isn’t. Really. Included in the tone of this show. I hate Sincerely Me, I really do.

Mrehhh this show makes me feel bad as someone with an unsympathetic way of being mentally ill to the point where much of my childhood I was treated like a monster who was fun to provoke and as I got older that remained the same but I also got called a school shooter. I have a personal stake in this show and it’s in the character who dies 15 minutes in and never returns as his own person.

[cece693]

SLASHERS MASTERLIST!

Michael Myers

Male Reader

My Pretty Boy Summary: M/n was a killer who used his good looks as bait to draw his victims in. Yet, you know who wasn't so keen on the idea? His boyfriend, Michael Myers. Sorry Summary: You knew Michael would never intentionally hurt you, but accidents do happen. And how can you stay mad at your boyfriend after he tries to make it up to you? Childhood Friends Summary: You couldn't remember your childhood, so with a plan to return to your old home in Haddonfield for clues, you never expected yourself to be tied to the boogeyman himself, Michael Myers.

Gender Neutral Reader

Captive Summary: You were a witness to one of Michael's killings, however, instead of killing you, he'd taken you as a prisoner. How odd... Silent Pursuit REQUEST: Michael Myers chases you after he attacks your home and then BOOM smut (be warned, no smut but lead up to it)

Hannibal Lecter

Male Reader

Velvet Ring , Velvet Ring Pt. 2 and Velvet Ring Pt. 3 Summary: Before Hannibal Lecter became the Chesapeake Ripper, he was a mute boy sent to an orphanage. There he meets you—a boy who slowly wins his affection. However, nothing good ever lasts. Give Me Attention REQUEST: Hannibal smitten with male surgeon who doesn't want to be his friend. Me, Jealous? Summary: Hannibal's husband doesn't react to jealousy, but his little cannibal certainly does. You Can't Outrun Fate Summary: When M/N feels that Hannibal is losing interest in him, favoring being in Will Graham's presence, he flees. It takes a year or more but Hannibal returns, and won't let M/N leave again. Always, Forever Summary: M/N wanted this nightmare to end—he regretted ever meeting Hannibal Lecter, accepting his friendship, and more painfully, allowing the doctor into the darkest dwellings of his mind. Where M/N and Hannibal face each other during the Mizumono episode. Pretend Summary: You faked being attracted to Alana to gain insight into the FBI, never knowing that it would set off your boyfriend's possessiveness. Nothing Can Bring Me Back Summary: Hannibal was indeed a person suit, but also a safety net to a man who'd lost everything: his child, his lover...his heart. Hannibal/The Hunt crossover. My Mirror REQUEST: Reader has NPD and doesn't form a connection with anyone till he meets Hannibal. A bit self-indulgent, but Hannibal is fascinated by the prospect of being 'special' to a narcissist. Bound By Appetite Summary: Hannibal was with your sister Alana, and you were trying things out with Will. However, the cannibal isn't willing to lose you to such a pig.

Gender Neutral Reader

No Feelings Allowed Summary: Hannibal seeks to destroy his feelings because love was something the little boy from 1945 knew all too well, not the monster that had replaced him. Birds Of A Feather REQUEST: reader is off-putting constantly? always has a blank expression and is just really morbid to the point of weirding out other people. And if possible, could reader have an obsession with rats? Platonic. Handcuffs Summary: You made Hannibal Lecter fall in love with you, however, that doesn't mean that your cannibal suddenly turns into a normal person. You can't declaw a predator, nor do you want to. Secretary Summary: Hannibal told Crawford that his secretary was 'pre-dispositioned by romantic whims' and traveled to the United Kingdom. However, it's rarely as simple as that. Protect Summary: You didn't care if people were against your relationship with Hannibal, calling you all names under the sun for managing to 'bewitch' one of Baltimore's highest socialites, but Hannibal was a different story. mano mažylė and mano mažylė Pt. 2 Summary: How would things turn out if Hannibal raised a child on his own? Not that good. Platonic.

Various

Gender Neutral Reader

Slashers With A Serial Killer Lover REQUEST: slashers' reaction when discovering that their lover is a serial killer

Jason Voorhees

Male Reader

Oh No, He's Hot! Summary: What m/n believed would be a rather simple job has him encountering a masked murderer named Jason. But, oh no, why does m/n feel weirdly attracted to the dominant man? Social Recluse Summary: Even if you accepted Jason and his 'hobby', he understood you didn't like interacting with people. Staying hidden in your cabin, luck isn't on your side when a camp counselor stumbles inside.

Norman Bates

Male Reader

Well Mannered Son and Well Mannered Son Pt. 2 Summary: The rain didn't stop, causing you to pull over and seek shelter at Bates Motel. The attendant was cute but raised a hell of a lot of red flags. But who said you were the most sane to begin with?

Ethan Landry

Male Reader

He's Not The Killer REQUEST: Ethan is being accused by Chad of being Ghostface. His boyfriend doesn't like people disrespecting him. You Belong To Me REQUEST: Ethan is obsessed with you. So when you manage to discover he's the masked killer, Ethan sees no other choice than to kidnap you. My Boy REQUEST: Friends think Ethan's stuck in a toxic relationship, unaware that the boy actually encourages it.

Brahms Heelshire

Gender Neutral Reader

Clean And Tidy Summary: The Heelshire's never posted that nanny ad. After all, you were perfect for the job. Not only were you Brahms's nanny, but you were also the caretaker of the house when the Heelshire's were away.

Stu Macher and Billy Loomis

Male Reader

Looks Can Be Deceiving and Looks Can Be Deceiving Pt. 2 REQUEST: Ok, but like imagine both Billy and Stu with a big tiddy goth! male! reader as their roommate. Reader looks intimidating but is actually really nice. Why? and Why? Pt. 2 Summary: M/n Prescott was a straight-A student, popular, good-looking, and kind. So why was he holding a gun and aiming it towards his sister? What was his motive? Can't Handle It? Summary: M/N didn't know what the big deal was. Why Billy and Stu were angry at him for making out with some girl when they were doing the same with Sidney and Tatum.

Will Graham

Male Reader

I Hate You Summary: Perhaps Hannibal Lecter was right. The darkness inside him was meant to be released, so why does it hurt when that acceptance isn't displayed by M/N, the person who he'd come to care for? Monster In The Making Summary: The Lecter siblings were obsessed with Will Graham but for entirely different reasons. While Hannibal wanted to deconstruct the puzzle that was the detective, M/N wanted Will to be his.

Joe Goldberg

Male Reader

Hello Summary: A new customer has entered the bookstore and, unsurprisingly, caught the attention of Joe Goldberg. After his disappointment with Beck, can M/N be his one true love? Obsessed Summary: It was supposed to be a one-night stand—fun with a cute guy you found in the club, but this was Joe we're talking about. Once he'd tasted you, he couldn't get enough.

Hannigram

Male Reader

Bite Me, Darling REQUEST: Hannigram fic with male reader who has a biting habit—this includes objects and biting Will/Hannibal. Top Priority Summary: Will Graham intrigued you, however, you can't leave your duties as Hannibal's bodyguard. How to place a man over the person who gave you a second chance at life and made you feel at ease? Are You Sure It's Just A Childhood Friend? Summary: You were happy to be reunited with a childhood friend. But Hannibal and Will saw it differently—they saw it as it was. A man who wanted to steal you away from them. Too bad you were too trusting and defended this friend till things go awry.

[devonpink]

Conversion in the Deep

Far from land and deep in the sea, lives a world undiscovered by humanity. In an underwater kingdom where merpeople not only exist but thrive. Ruling over them is King Lyle, his wife, and his only offspring, Prince Dorian.

On the morning of his 25th birthday, Dorian was not his usual cheerful self but distressed, swimming back and forth in one of the castle's many gardens. "What kind of a birthday surprise was that?!" He was utterly flabbergasted over what his father had sprung on him only a half hour ago. "An arranged marriage?! With a mermaid, no less! When is he gonna get it through that thick head of his that I'm gay! Gay, gay gay!"

Unbeknownst to Dorian, his future bride, Princess Alana, was not far behind, watching and following him in curious wonderment. She couldn't help but eavesdrop. Neither could the royal guards. "It has to be a joke?" Dorian questioned, trying to keep his head on straight. "I'm sure that's what it is! There's no way my father is that-" Dorian was too lost in his own head to realize Alana had swam up behind him. So when he abruptly flipped around. Boom! They smacked right into one another, face-on. They were mere centimeters away from accidentally kissing, causing Dorian's face to immediately blush from embarrassment—he was redder than a cooked crab. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention!"

"It's okay! I should have said something." Alana insisted, hoping to soothe Dorian's embarrassment. She smirked slightly, thoroughly amused with how awkwardly cute Dorian's nervous expression was. That pared with his muscular build making him even sexier. She swam back slightly to give them some breathing space, easing him further. However, she couldn't help but give in to her feminine wiles. "I hope you blush as cutiely on our wedding day."

"About that," Dorian anxiously gulped, assuming Alana was just kidding but didn't like the glimmer of sincere lust in her eye. He took a deep breath, hoping to reason with her. "Look, you must think this whole arrangement is as crazy as I do, right? I mean, we don't even know each other! It would never work out! I'm just not made for this kind of marriage!"

Alana looked confused, almost hurt by what he said—her heartbroken expression made Dorian uneasy, filling him with bizarre guilt. "Why not?"

Dorain gently grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over to a nearby rock formation, out of the guard's sight. "I don't know how to break this to you other than spitting it right out: I'm gay. I'm incapable of giving you a happy marriage."

"Well, I wouldn't say that." Alana smiled slightly, inching herself closer to him. She laid her small hand on his massive bicep, making him unexpectedly quiver in titillation. "They don't call marriage hard work for no reason."

"What?" Dorain was surprised by her reaction or lack thereof. It's as if his confession went right over her head. "Didn't you hear me? I'm gay. Like, really gay!"

"You think you're the first?" Alana plainly said, brushing her fin against his. "It's not like this hasn't happened before. It has, and it's worked out." Dorian was stunned, frozen in disbelief but her calm demeanor. Throwing him off further, she swam around him, eyeing him like a delicious piece of meat. "Just take my parents for example."

Dorian's eyes lit up in shock, watching her confidently swim around him, trying hard not to stare at her perfect tits. "What do you mean?!"

"A long time ago, my father was in the same position you're in right now," Alana nonchalantly answered, stopping back in front of him. She seductively bit her bottom lip, still processing how unbelievably muscular Dorian was—a true muscle god.

"You mean, King Trenton is gay?!" Dorian questioned in disbelief. He couldn't figure Alana out or why he felt so funny. The more Alana talked the more smitten he weirdly became, confusing him more.

"He is, well, was. I guess you can say it's complicated, but love will do that. "Alana answered, her eyes kept making their way to his genital slit. She swam closer to him, forcing him back against the large rock formation behind him.

Inside Dorian was a swirling mess of emotions. He felt both frightened and turned on by her, which didn't make sense. He was gay, but her obvious lust for him was making him unbelievably horny. He suddenly felt overwhelmingly enamored with her as if a switch abruptly went off in his brain. "I don't understand?"

"I'm not surprised," Alama smirked, with an all-knowing look. She moved her hand up his ripped chest, making him quiver. She then gently grazed his firm nipples, which made him gasp. He was blushing uncontrollably. "God, you're so cute when you're nervous."

"Alana, please. I can't!" Dorian's heart was racing, enthralled with her heavenly touch. How could he want her so badly?

"Do you want me to show you?" Alana seductively asked, purposefully ignoring Dorian's growing concern. She moved her hand back down his perfectly toned body, heading for the genital slit in the front of his tail.

"Show me what?" Dorian asked, trying his best to keep his voice down to not draw the guard's attention. He wanted to moan so badly but kept it from coming out, which was hard to do. A few minutes ago, the idea of being in this type of situation with a mermaid repulsed him, but the reality of it only turned him on. It felt as if his body was acting on its own, out of his mental control. Was it primal instinct? Was it pure madness?

"Do you want me to show you exactly how my mother turned my gay father into a mermaid lover?" Alana rephrased, eyeing Dorian's plump lips in lustful hunger. She put her other arm around him, feeling up his manly backside. "How?" Dorian nervously asked, afraid yet intensely curious of the answer. Alana moved her hand over his slit, sensually rubbing it. His prehensile penis was in danger of popping out. "Oh, fuck." Dorian quietly moaned, trying not to alert the guard's attention. "Why aren't I stopping her?!" He thought. "Why does her touch feel so right? Why is her voice pure music to his ears? Why do I want to fuck her like a primal sea beast? How could I suddenly be so damn horny for a mermaid?!" He couldn't help but moan in sexual agony. "I don't understand why I feel so-?"

"Horny?" Alana answered, already knowing what he was gonna say. Her tone was dripping with lust, she was just as horny as he was.

Dorian sensually moaned again, unable to resist letting his massive prehensile penis finally emerge from its slit, all 13 inches of glorious man meat. Alana licked her lips, reached out her hand, and gently grasped it. Dorian moaned again, only this time more desperate. She stroked him, unable to believe the enormous size of his throbbing member. He instinctually grabbed her waist, unexpectedly loving how manly he instantly felt. They gazed at each other like lovers, as if they would passionately kiss at any moment.

"What's happening to me?" Dorian loudly pleaded, not caring if they got caught. Actually, the thought of his gay self getting caught with a mermaid was an unexpected turn-on. He then moaned loader, letting himself give in to his lust even more.

"My family's powers," Alana finally answered, after stroking him a bit more. "The mermaids in my family have a certain way with mermen. We can bring out whatever we want from them, able to mold them like clay. And the best part, the mermen love it. It's a win-win. Everybodys happy. Even if it takes a little persuading to get there." Alana slowed her stroking and played with the tip of his tapering penis with her finger, edging his lust even further. "You can't tell me it doesn't feel good, that I don't make you feel good."

Dorian moaned again in lustful agony, reluctantly loving how her finger teased his sensitive tip. None of it made sense, but he was starting to not care. All he knew was he felt good and beginning to enjoy himself. As hard as he tried, his lust was winning. He looked her straight in the eye, his gaze burning with passion. He didn't want her to stop. Damned it be her doing or not. He wanted more.

"There must be a part of you that's always secretly wanted to be normal, to be the prince your father always wanted." Alana picked her pace back up, grasping him tighter. She could sense his temptation to fully give in and was hellbent on making sure he did. "Allow me to make that secret desire a reality. Give in to me."

"Oh, fuck!" Dorian aggressively moaned, grasping the ridges of the rocks behind him. Her touch was pure heaven, winning him over. His gay resistance was hanging on by a tread.

"I'll be the perfect wife," Alana assured him, knowing she was close to fully having him. "And will make the most beautiful babies."

"Alana… I-" Dorian could barely speak, only able to moan in utter pleasure as Alana stroked him even faster. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the guards watching them with cocky grins.

"I want to breed with you," Alana hornily begged, wrapping her tail around his. Her smutty confession surprising Dorian but turning him on more.

"I want…" Dorian bit his lip, not wanting to let the rest of his words escape. The small part of himself that was resisting cried out, not wanting to give in. However, the second after Alana ripped off the shell bra off her huge tits to reveal her juicy nipples, it was over. Any last shred of resistance evaporated. With that, he finally let the truth bubbling inside him surface out of his quivering mouth. "I want to breed with you, too!!!"

And thus they finally kissed—french kissing, indulging themselves completely in their lust for one another. Her small feminine body against his massive masculine frame was electrifying. He plunged his rugged face into her huge soft tits, sucking on them like his life depended on it. Seconds later he had his thick fingers in her tight slit, making her moan like a merslut—fueling his testosterone even more. Never in his life had he felt so masculine. He didn't give a damn if the guards were watching. In fact, he wanted them to watch. He wished everyone was here to see him finally become a real man. Dorian figured this new way of thinking was all Alana's doing, but he didn't care. It felt too good to fight. Still gay or not, it didn't matter. He was hooked and couldn't wait till the wedding night.

[honeygrahambitch]

Gentle reminder that "I'm alone in that darkness" is something Will felt like confessing to Hannibal in season 2, so post encephalitis. His anguish is not related to hallucinations, dissociation or fever. During the horse episode he is really struggling because he cannot hate Hannibal, he doesn't know why he cannot hate Hannibal if Peter can hate his social worker. He is feeling lonely and he is kinda spiraling and kinda too involved in Peter's case so there is very much going on in his closeted gay neurodivergent brain.

He looks a bit taken aback when Hannibal promises him that he is standing right beside him. I love that he says that. It's a bit of comfort that Will isn't getting from anyone else. Jack is like "Okay Will, you might be alone in that darkness but you are saving lives" and Alana is like "Oh, Will, poor you, the hopeless victim of that darkness."

Meanwhile Hannibal is like "I am standing right beside you" which is honestly the best thing anyone could have said to such a confession. Will never complains about his state. Hannibal is the person who has witnessed his most vulnerable states, break downs, seizures, inner feelings and so on.

And even after being framed by Hannibal, Will still feels like he is a safe space to share his anguish.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

So mi amor, we already had Hannigram jealous and I had a lot of fun but how about the opposite, how do you think the reader would be jealous of her husbands? How do you think they would react to her jealousy?

OOOOH I got just the idea mwahaha

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It was on occasions where you saw the three together that you remembered Alana had had a taste of not one, but both your partners in the past.

In itself, that was a jealousy you could contain, especially since it was in the past. The real problem was how she could get all smug about it sometimes.

She wasn't overt about it, though. The secret animosity you two had was not too difficult to conceal, but still you found ways to barb at each other with words sometimes.

Still, you couldn't really protest whenever Hannibal invited her to one of his more lavish dinner parties. And you couldn't stop them from interacting with each other, since you didn't want to cause a scene.

She knew this and used it to her advantage. From across the room, where she was speaking to both of them, you saw her place a hand on Hannibal's arm for a moment. And in that moment, she glanced in your direction and simply winked.

That sent your blood boiling, but you had to plaster on a smile instead as Will spotted you. He excused himself and made his way over, immediately noticing the venom in your eyes and the tightness of your jaw.

"Having a good time?" he asked, something in his tone telling you he already knew the answer.

"Yep, totally."

You winced as Alana's laugh rang out. Had it always been so loud? That, or Hannibal was being the fucking king of comedy at that moment... You couldn't help glancing back over, your smile wavering.

Will noticed this and let out a hum that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle.

"I see," he said. "I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about."

You looked over at him, opening your mouth to defend yourself, but the knowing, amused tug of his lips stopped you. You let out a wry chuckle, taking a sip of your champagne.

"I... know I don't. At least not from you two.” You sighed, tapping the champagne flute impatiently with one finger. “Though I do think she enjoys pushing my buttons… and I’m not entirely sure how far she would go with it, but I do have my suspicions.”

He bumped his arm against yours gently, prompting you to look at him.

“You know we’d never let it get that far,” he said. “Though there’s something to be said about how you look when you get all wound up like that. I don’t know how I didn’t notice before.”

“Momentary slip…” you muttered, irritated.

He chuckled, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. “Just wait until Hannibal hears about this.”

You shot him a glare. “Really?”

“Oh, yeah.”

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[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey,

could you please write a Hannibal (platonic) one-shot, where he finally meets Abigails best friend (the reader) and he actually approves of her. Abigail had met her through Dr.Bloom

Hannibal X Platonic!Reader: Friend or foe?

Warnings: fluff, Hannibal being protective of Abigail, no use of y/n, female reader, not proofread.

Word count: 928

Alana had told him wonders about you. She’d told him how good you were with Abigail and how your friendship was helping the girl get through her grief. Abigail never seemed to shut up about you either. Whenever Hannibal paid her a visit she always mentioned to name drap you at some point of the conversation. Even with all the positive words Hannibal had heard about you he couldn’t help but be protective of Abigail. The last time someone had become close to Abigail the girl had ended up dead and her death had sent Abigail spiraling. He didn’t want her to have to deal with anymore death. 

There was also another issue. He knew how desperately Freddie Lounds was trying to get Abigail to tell her story. There was no way to be sure you hadn’t been sent by the journalist as a spy. He wouldn’t put it past Freddie to do something like that. That's why he insisted on meeting you himself. 

“Don’t be mean.”

Hannibal turned to look at Abigail in curiosity.

“When have I ever been mean?”

“You know what I mean. Don’t act all protective and quiet. I don’t want you to scare her off.”

Abigail nibbled at her lower lip, eyes moving to look down at her shoes.

“She’s the only one who hasn;t judged me for being…well you know.”

She didn’t have to finish her sentence Hannibal knew what she meant. Being the daughter of a killer didn’t exactly make you popular, well, at least not in ways you’d want to be popular. Hannibal reached out for Abigail, placing his hand on her shoulder supportively.

“I don’t wish to scare her. I just want to make sure you are safe and that she means well.”

“You swear?”

“I swear.”

In reality there was no reason for Abigail to worry. The moment Hannibal had seen you standing at the door, Dr. Bloom next to you, a big smile on your face as Abigail pulled you into a hug he knew you were a good person. Dinner only seemed to prove his thoughts. All throughout dinner you and Abigail told him and Alana about all the things the two of you got up to. You laughed as Abigail recorded the time you’d helped her sneak out the wall so that she could go to see Hannibal. And despite the need to reprimand Hannibal once again for her actions he couldn’t help but notice how you were prepared to help Abigail, no matter the consequences. 

After dinner was over you offered to help Hannibal clean up. Despite his attempts to wave off your help you insisted. You were currently with your hands soaked in water, scrubbing at the plates with complete focus. Hannibal could hear Abigails and Alanas voices coming from the dining room but he was completely focused on you. He dried the dishes as you handed them over to him. He walked around the kitchen,placing each thing in the right place.

“You have a lovely house, Dr.Lecter. And Abigail didn’t do justice to just how good your cooking was. Dinner was delicious.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. And just Hannibal is fine.”

You turned to look at him, a smile gracing your lips as you handed him another plate. 

“You’re not as scary as I expected.”

“Oh?”

“Sorry. It’s just that the way Abigail talks about you makes you seem like an overprotective dad.”

Hannibal made a mental note to talk about that with Abigail later.

“Were you expecting claws and fangs?”

You let out a laugh, the sound filling the room and breaking any sort of tension that had once been there. 

“No nothing like that. Actually i don’t really know what i was expecting but whatever it was you surprised me. In a good way I mean. You’re really cool.”

Hannibal raised his brow as your words. You didn’t notice it, far too focused on the stubborn smudge that didn’t seem to wash off no matter how hard you scrubbed. 

“Cool huh?”

“Yeah you know like, old person level cool. I guess you seem wise and cultured.”

Hannibal ignored the fact you’d just called him old, opting to focus on the complements instead.

“You surprised me too.”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

Hannibal went quiet for a moment, trying to put what he thought of you into words. You turned to look at him in expectation. 

“You’re bubbly”

“Bubbly?”

“I think that's the best way to put it. You’re a direct contrast to abigail. She’s always had a somber quality to her.”

He met your gaze giving you a smile.

“You bring out her briter side. It’s a good thing. You’re good for her, i think.”

“She’s a nice girl. It’s not her fault what her father did. And if she helped him or not, well who cares?”

“A lot of people.”

You let out a shrug turning your attention back to the plate in your hand.

“Well, I don't. Can’t judge someone for wanting to survive.”

Hannibal observed you for a moment, watching you in comfortable silence. They had been right about you after all. He felt bad for having doubted their words but now, seeing it for himself, he could tell you were a good person who wanted good things for Abigail. Later that night he and Abigail sat on the sofa, watching some random movie that was passing on TV.

“I like her.”

Abigail turned to look at him. He met her gaze.

“Really?”

“Yes. She’s one of the good ones.”

And he meant it.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Choose (Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter)

Description: Hannibal and Y/N fight over Will

Warnings: Handjob, Oral sex

Word count: 1,730k

There was something about the crazy guy that visioned how people got killed that had them going. He wasn’t a normal regular guy who pulled them in. He hadn’t a clue of what he was doing but it was driving them crazy. Hannibal and Y/N. They weren’t together but wanted the same guy. They tried not to make it obvious at first but stopped caring after a while when they realized that the other one wanted him too. It was like a competition. And everyone but Will watched as the two competed for his attention. Will was the only one that didn’t know Y/N and Hannibal were into him. He was so oblivious. He thought the two hated each other for some different reason. But they both wanted him for different reasons. 

Hannibal wanted Will because they had a connection like no other. Hannibal felt drawn to him and thought they were meant to be. He knew Will was just as fucked up as him. Though he wasn’t sure at first what he saw Will as. He just knew it was more than a friend. They shared something so deep that nobody would understand. 

Y/N wanted Will because she found him sexy and submissive. Though she truly had no idea what Will was like in the bedroom. She felt like they have known each other their entire lives. They lived next door to each other and always talked. He was the first man that didn’t act creepy or weird towards her that was attractive. 

Jack saw through the two and got annoyed pretty fast. It was affecting the workplace. Alana thought it was funny and she had her bets on you getting Will. Deep down inside she wanted Hannibal and all together she felt like you were better for Will. There were bets going around on who Will would choose if he wasn’t oblivious. Jack just wanted it to stop. He didn’t care who Will would end up choosing. 

It was another day another dead person was found and the crew was examining the scene. Will told them how they got killed by the detail. Most would find it strange but Y/N loved it. She felt like Will was a superhero with mind powers. “You’re so smart Will.” She flirted with him. “Oh please he’s a genius.” Hannibal corrected her. She glared at him and he smirked as Will didn’t know what to say except “Thanks guys.” Jack rolled his eyes. It took everything in him not to yell out what was going on here. Will walked away leaving the three. “Oh Will you’re so smart.” Hannibal mocked her. “Instead of agreeing with me you had to disagree and say he’s a genius? Next time Han just drop to your knees.” She says. “Will is going to be mine.” She says and he lets out a laugh. “He can’t be when he’s already mine.” Hannibal bites back. “Enough you two!” Jack exclaims. The two look at him, completely forgetting he was there. “You guys need to talk to the man instead of fighting over him. It’s weird.” Hannibal hums and looks over at Y/N. “Tonight we host a dinner and invite Will and then we will see who he belongs to.” Hannibal says. Y/N looks at the man and gives him a smirk. “You’re on Hanni. May the best win.” They walk away from the scene and Jack looks back at them “He’s not an object you guys.” He yells to them. 

Y/N was in a nice red dress that was all the way down to the floor. Her hair was in a bun (if your hair isn't look enough for a bun then nevermind that) and her makeup was a nude look. She looked exquisite. She knocked on Hannibal’s door and he opened and looked at her. He couldn’t help but think she was beautiful. “You look good Y/N.” He complimented her. She smiles at him and nods. “Not so bad yourself Hanni.” But in reality he looked hot. He always dressed up fancy but tonight they were really trying so he looked superior. She enters his house and looks around. “Nice place.” “Thanks I have a room already waiting for Will when he chooses me.” She rolls her eyes at his comment. He takes her to the kitchen where he was cooking dinner. “So do you know how to cook?” He asked her. “Yes I do.” She says. “Good so you can help me then.” They cooked with no words exchanged other than asking what else to cook. Not even smart comments were made.

It would be 2 hours before everything was ready and Will knocked on the door. “I’ll get that.” She said and walked to the door. She opened it and saw the love of her life. He smiled and told her she looked beautiful. She thanked him and let him in. Will was very surprised to see Hannibal and Y/N cooking together. Hannibal never invited her over before. He was confused but happy that they weren’t arguing. 

Hannibal sat in his normal seat while Will and Y/N sat across from each other. Will loved how they both looked. He was feeling undressed. “What’s the occasion?” He asked them. They looked at each other. “Tonight will be a very special night.” Hannibal says. “One of us will be happy and the other sad.” Y/N finishes. Will looked confused. “Okay? Why would you guys be sad?” He asked. “She will be sad.” Hannibal says. Her eyes glared at the man and she scoffed. “Yeah right. You’ll be the one crying over your fancy food.” She bites back. Will looked at them both as they argued. “Sure darling keep telling yourself that. You and I both know that it’s me he’ll choose.” Hannibal says with a smile. Wait what? Will was so lost. “Who will choose one of you?” He asked. Y/N sets down her wine and smirks. “You, my dear, will choose one of us.” His jaw drops and he looks at Hannibal who was already looking at him. “Wait, you guys want me to choose between you two?” He asked. Hannibal nodded. “Yes you must.” “In what way?” “Romantic.” Y/N says.

Will couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Both of them wanted him. It dawned on him that all the arguing and hatred they had towards each other was because of him. “I uh I don’t know what to say.” He was red in the face. Hannibal cleared his throat. “Very well then. I guess we will have to convince you.” He stands up and walks over to Will. He pulls Will’s chair back and drops to his knees. “I will suck you off and then she will and whoever makes you cum better will be the one you choose.” Will looked over at Y/N who nodded in agreement. “Sounds good to me.” Hannibal looked down at his pants. “Well look, he's already hard. I guess he agrees.” Will gulped as Hannibal unzipped his pants. He pulled them down along with his boxers and his beautiful dick sprung up. Y/N looked under the table and gasped at the pretty sight. Hannibal took him into his hand and started slowly jerking him off. Will’s breathing changed as he held back a moan. He watches as Hannibal’s big hand jerked him. It felt so good. He threw his head back and let out a moan. “There he is.” Hannibal says.

Y/N was getting wet at the sight. Will looked lost in pleasure as Hannibal sped up his hand. “Please.” Will whimpered out. “Please what my dear.” Will’s hips thrusted up into Hannibal’s hand. His hands gripping the chair for dear life. “I’m gonna cum fuck.” He moaned out and Hannibal sped up his movements letting the man cum hard all over his hand. Y/N watched as Will’s cum went all over Hannibal’s hand. She almost moaned at the sight. He took his hand off his dick and brought it to his mouth. Will watched him as he licked all of the cum off his hand. “You taste better than any dinner I've ever had.” Hannibal tells him. Y/N got up and walked around the table to them. “That was hot.” She said. Hannibal got up and moved so she could take his place. Y/N wasn’t going to use her hand. She was going to use her mouth. Will was already hard again and she smirked. “Wow you’re so big Will. I can’t wait til you’re down my throat.” She says seductively and winks at the man.

She takes his dick and runs her thumb over the tip making him curse. As she makes eye contact with him she takes him in her mouth. Her warm and wet mouth felt amazing. His eyes rolled back as she took him to the back of her mouth. She watched him as she started bobbing her head. Hannibal watched intensely as the girl deepthroated Will. Her mouth doing wonders on him as he made every noise he could. She hummed around him, sending vibrations through his body. He whimpered her name and started moving his hips fucking her throat. She knew she wouldn’t be able to talk the next day but it would be worth it once he was hers. His mouth opened and he let out loud moans as she felt him twitch. His breathing picked up and he couldn’t form a sentence to tell her that he was close but she knew. She sped up her movements until he came hard down her throat. His moan was so loud that it could be heard in any room in the large mansion. She swallowed every last drop and pulled away.

She licked her lips and smirked. “Hanni was right. You do taste better than any meal.” Will was gasping for air trying to calm himself. Y/N stood up and looked at Hannibal. She felt like she won. But Hannibal had an ego so of course he didn’t think that. “Holy fuck. You guys are wow.” Will said finally breathing normally. “So who do you choose?” Hannibal asked. “Guys I’ve dreamed of this moment.” Will tells them. They look at each other. “And who do you choose in these dreams?” Y/N asked. Will smiles at them. “I don’t.” They look at him confused. “I don’t because I won’t choose between you two. I want you both.”