#sorry that’s two non-bully posts in a row but I’ve had this one in the wips for months and finally felt like finishing it

[hija-ck]

reading with his little Prince 📗🍂

[spitefulinamillionways]

i had an idea that was beej finds out Lydia is being bullied at school and is a very over protective older brother about it and wants to murder them

yes yes yes!! i love that trope of beej just being way too overprotective when it comes to bullies

(also sorry for answering this so late!)

(oh yeah, tw, there are some lesbian and gay slurs here, oops)

god this one gets a bit edgy

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“They did what?” Beej shot his head at Lydia, his eyes widening.

“No, it’s not that bad, plus it’s happened before. So like, I’m used to it.” Lydia mumbled, grimacing when he slammed his fist on the table.

“Those bitches!” He shouted, before pointing up a finger and shaking it, whispering, “I’m gonna ffffFUCKING kill them. Just you fucking watch me.”

“Beej, no! You can’t do that! What if you get in big trou-”

“Lydia, I’m gonna be honest with you I’ve killed so many people since you’ve summoned me and not one body has been found. That I know of, at least,” He counted on his fingers until 23, mumbling a name under his breath every number, “Oh, no, that one Smith guy was found..I think...and, uh...the other guy too, I forgot his name..”

Lydia sat there in pure disbelief as he literally counted how many people he’d killed. I mean, he’d obviously killed some people before but now? When he was with them? That was just...who was she kidding, it was inevitable something like this would happen, but she didn’t expect so many. How much did he count, 23? 24? He’s basically a serial killer at that point.

“Beej- You know that,” She blinked a couple times and stared at him, “You know that makes a serial killer, right?”

“Oh, shit, does it?” He looked surprised and stopped counting.

“Yeah...”

“Because that’s cool as FUCK!” He grinned, “Anyway, about those girls, want me to kill them for you?”

Lydia sighed and took her backpack, putting it on and opening the door.

“Look, do you want to come to my school or not?” Lydia groaned, looking back at him.

“Yeah!” He rushed out the door, grabbing Lydia’s wrist and dragging her with him, “Wait, which way?”

“That wa-”

“That way!” He shouted, running left, the way Lydia pointed. She giggled at how fast he was, and how weird this would probably look to other people. Just two people, one just slightly taller than the other speeding down the street. You’d think they were about the same age until you heard Betelgeuse’s smoker voice.

All of a sudden, they were at the bus stop.

“This is it, right?” Betelgeuse looked around, and spotted a bus heading their way, “Oh, look, just in time!”

Lydia felt dizzy all of a sudden. She couldn’t process what was happening due to how fast he was being.

“Uh...yeah..” She stumbled onto the bus and finally gained composure. She showed her bus pass to the driver and sat down, Beej soon following but being stopped by the driver.

“Hey! Kid, where’s your pass?” He asked in a stern tone.

Betelgeuse stopped and stared at him, before slowly walking to a seat next to Lydia, not breaking eye contact. He realised the bus wasn’t going to move, so he simply possessed the bus driver and began driving. He didn’t know how to drive. He almost crashed many times. Lydia found it fun as fuck though.

“Please become our bus driver.” Lydia begged while walking the ‘secret way’ inside the school. (It was just the back school entrance.) The two walked through the school, Betelgeuse disguised as a normal-looking, brown haired student. He looked as if he was in the grade above Lydia, and he did get a bunch of weird looks for that, but he didn’t really care. Her school was way more boring than he thought it’d be.

“Kids don’t get hit by their teachers anymore?!” He shouted in the middle of the hallway, Lydia eagerly trying to shush him.

“No, that’s illegal.” She whispered, “Let’s go somewhere else, okay?”

She walked him over to the back of the school, and began lecturing him.

“I told you your name is gonna be Dewey!”

“Dewey is a dumbass name! What kind of person is called Dewey?!” He shouted, raising his arms and shoulders.

“WHAT KIND OF FUCKING NAME IS CALCULATOR?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT A CALCULATOR IS?!” She screamed, shaking him.

He started at her and shrugged his shoulders before quickly turning around at a girls voice calling his ‘name’. Lydia stared at her, pissed off.

“Hey! Calculator, was it?!” The girl snickered with her friends, “Who’s your mum, some druggie alcoholic?”

Oh, little did she know.

“It’s actually - ohmygod - It’s actually, uh, Dewey..” He rolled his eyes and looked at Lydia, before whispering to her, “Who is this bitch?”

“Look, Mackenzie, I’m not dealing with your bullshit right now. I’m talking to my friend.” Lydia groaned and flipped her off.

Mackenzie and her friends giggled, then all of them looking back at the two almost in complete sync.

“Whatever, Lyds-”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” She stepped forward, angrily. She was tired of this girl and just wanted her to go away.

“Awh, I’m so scared! Is the little baby gonna have a tantrum?” Mackenzie teased, looking back at Betelgeuse, “So, ..Dewey.” She couldn’t help but laugh at the name, “That’s a new one.”

“Hey! Dewey is cool as shit! Mackenzie sounds like a god-damn fuckin’ car brand!” He yelled, crossing his arms.

“Whatever. You’re probably just as much of a f*g as she is a d*ke.” She rolled her eyes and walked off.

Jesus, that escalated quickly.

Lydia opened her mouth to say something, but closed it and bit her lip. She looked to the side and crossed her arms, it was obvious this wasn’t the first time she was being bullied or made fun of for her sexuality, or just the way she acted in general.

Betelgeuse stared at the girls laughing and walking away in pure awe. He looked at Lydia, then back at the girls, then Lydia, then the girls. He thought about what he was going to do (for once) for a second. How everyone would react. Was he gonna kill a child?

Lydia was holding back tears, thinking about all the things she had been told in the past, she seemed to be breaking.

He was gonna kill a child.

He stomped towards the group and picked Mackenzie up by the collar, strands of his hair already turning red.

“Listen here, you absolute fucking son of a bitch. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but if you think you’re gonna get away with saying shit like that about my best friend,” He laughed and looked at her friends, “You better fucking think twice.” He brought Mackenzie up to throw her down, but was interrupted by Lydia’s voice.

“Stop! Beej, please! I told you not to do this!” Lydia’s voice broke.

He groaned, glaring at the girl before looking at a non existent watch on his wrist, then looking back at her, smiling.

“Well, would you look at the fucking time!”

Betelgeuse looked at her again for a second before dropping her to the ground and grabbing Lydia’s wrist, walking off. He stopped and went back to the girls for a moment and flipped them off with both hands. Lydia just wanted to go home. She hated this. Of all things, why did this have to happen?

Betelgeuse went out of his disguise and teleported her back home, three hours before school was supposed to end. He let go of her wrist and hugged her.

“I’m sorry, kid..you don’t deserve that. Mom would call me stuff like that and, uh, I reacted basically the same way you did, believe it or not.” He tried to sound soft but the gruff voice remained. Lydia wipes her eyes and sighed, hugging him back.

“It’s okay.”

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JEsus this was a rollercoaster. uh it got a bit over the top and edgy near the end, but i like writing things like that so i hope you don’t mind it too much

thanks for sending me this ask! that’s two angsty one shots in a row, which i honestly didn’t expect

i don’t mind writing either fluff or angst, i’m just not the best at angst and there are probably so many people who are way better at writing that me (i’m still surprised because are actually sending me asks in the first place! i thought people would just ignore my posts about it, y’know?)

beetlebabes please fuck off xx

🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤!!

[msilwrites]

The Cannibal’s Pawn (Short/Multi)

A/N: Hi guys, I was suddenly inspired to write a short story and a Hannibal fanfiction, as what the majority had been convincing me to do.

Please also take note of the following;

-'Dr. Roman Fell' was the identity Hannibal stole when he was in Italy. I am just re-using it, just to make a bit more sense.

-Both Will and Hannibal fell down the cliff, the ending was left ambiguous. Therefore, I am using the ambiguity here as an advantage.

SYNOPSYS:

The story is set in England. A mix between the book and Hannibal's NBC.  Also, take note Dr. Roman Fell was the identity Hannibal stole when he was in Italy. He is just reusing it in this story.

Annabeth D' Matteo is a woman who suffers from the obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), sleep disorders, and depression. Due to her psychiatrist getting promoted, and transferred to another post. Annabeth is referred to another psychiatrist, by the name of Dr. Roman Fell.

At first, she was reluctant. She wasn't comfortable changing doctors, but after a few convincing from her friends and family, she yields. Finally attending her first session with Dr. Fell.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Dr. Roman Fell is actually FBI's most wanted, Dr. Hannibal Lectre. The moment Hannibal got to know Annabeth, he is immediately impressed with her observation skills and intuitive mind, and how much she reminds him of Will Graham.

He sees potential in her and uses her mental illness, issues and weakness to try and manipulate her. Will Hannibal succeed in turning her into a monster? Or will Annabeth notice what is wrong, and realise she is being used as Hannibal's pawn?

                                                           ONE

                                                     Bella Figura

'Bella Figura' is an Italian way of life. Values that Annabeth grew up with. Bella figura goes well beyond image, visual beauty and presentation...it also is defined by behaviour: knowing how to properly and graciously interact with others in any social or public situation. Exhibiting good manners, tact and gentility is an essential component of "cutting a beautiful figure". And Dr. Roman Fell is the epitome of these two words; 'Bella Figura'. 

If she knew that her new psychiatrist would be this handsome, it would've been a little easier for her to agree to the transfer her previous doctor made.

"Good Afternoon Ms. D' Matteo..." Dr. Fell greeted cordially.

"G-Good Afternoon..." she smiled, and nodded. While she waited for the invitation to take a seat, she looked around, admiring the office's beautiful interior.

The Doctor looked at her questioningly, as she still hasn't sat down. "Please... take a seat" he offered.

"Thank you..." she said politely, as she sat down. Growing up in an Italian family, one must never sit down, unless the host has offered.

"So what can I do for you today, Ms. D'Matteo?" he began, as he started to open his leather clipboard, jotting down notes.

"Just a refill of my medication will do, Dr. Fell..." she said politely, as her thumbs fidgeted. There goes her OCD again. What made her hesitant to the transfer, was that this new doctor might not be as patient as her previous one. She was so used to her old doctor, who was very patient and understanding, that she didn't know how to move to the next one. Adding to that, her previous psychiatrist was a woman, who understood 'Woman Problems'. It didn't matter if Dr. Fell was a well-trained psychiatrist or much better than her previous doctor. In Annabeth's opinion, only a woman can understand another woman well. However, she didn't want to be rude or insulting. She wasn't raised that way.

Dr. Fell looked at her, and raised a brow. He clearly recognised her fidgety behaviour as OCD. He was trained to read people after all. "If there is clearly something you want to do, please do so, I would not judge you..." he said.

Annabeth hesitated for a while, before standing up half-way, smoothing out the fabric of her wide-legged pants, and touching her stud earrings. "T-Thanks..." she stuttered.

"What brings you here Ms D' Matteo?" he said, asking a slightly different question from earlier.

"Uhhm... just to refill of my medication Dr. Fell..." she repeated politely and smiled at him.

"That's it?" Dr. Fell shifted from his seat, and leant a little closer. "You are aware that I am not able to refill your medications until you tell me what is wrong? So that I can make a diagnosis.

"I'm sure Dr. Abernathy has sent you my records... you may refer to that..." she replied in a soft voice, referring to her previous psychiatrist, who was now working as a professor in one of the most prestigious college in London.

"Yes, her clinic did..." he said, as he flipped through the number of pages, clipped inside the leather bound clipboard. It was definitely her medical record he was reading through.

"You do not trust me Ms. D' Matteo, why is that?" he asked directly, which kind of surprised Annabeth. They've just met, and he was already being too straight-forward. However, there was no hint of impatience in his voice, when he said his concern.

"Dr. Fell... it isn't because I do not trust you... I am very sorry if I had offended you in anyway... It is not my intention. I just probably do not know where to begin..." she reasoned. It was their first session, and she definitely did not want to offend her doctor. Making the best first impression mattered to her, this was one of the principles of 'Bella Figura'.

"You are misinterpreting my concern Ms. D' Matteo... you have not offended me in any way, do not worry. My concern is that as your doctor, and with the oath I have taken, I am supposed to do my best to help you. But how am I supposed to help you, if you do not trust me? "

She nodded in agreement to his statement. But still, couldn't bring herself to tell him anything. It was awkward, no doubt about it.

Dr. Fell looked at her, and waited for her patiently to begin. Not being able to take the awkwardness and hold his gaze, Annabeth finally broke her silence.

"I... as I've said, I do not know where to start..." she said, as she looked down at her shoes. As if her pumps held the answer.

"Tell me something about you Ms. D' Matteo..."

"Like?"

"We start with the general information? What is your passion? What do you do? what were the problems you were facing that made you come here? those general things."

"Ahem..." she cleared her throat. " I'm Annabeth, and I work as a designer."

"Ah... what type of designer?"

"Fashion, both men and women... textile too, but my strength lies in men's fashion..." she elaborated.

"I see, why men's fashion?" he asked curiously.

"It's a bit of a long story actually. Have you heard of the term "Bella Figura"?"

"Yes... First impressions matter..." he replied.

"Well... Since I grew up in an Italian family, "Bella Figura" was one of the values taught to me as I grew up. When my two younger brothers were growing up, we couldn't afford to have a bespoke suit made for them from Saville Row." She recalled as the family weren't very rich that time. They had just arrived in London then, from Italy.

"Therefore, they had to wear borrowed ones. Sometimes, they were too tight, and sometimes they were to loose. It looked unflattering and people began to say things and started talking behind our backs. Well, because I couldn't take it... I started saving up allowance money, to be able to afford textile for my brothers' suit. I then borrowed my mother's old sewing machine and began creating clothing. Those were the first clothing I created. The rest is history." she said, proud of herself on how far she had come.

"Interesting... I am guessing that you are very close to your family"

"Yes... yes of course... but It wasn't always like that during my early teenage years." she sighed, as she leant back.

"How so?" he asked, curiously.

She heaved a sigh before speaking. It was a sensitive issue that she needed to re-tell once again.

"My parents were conservative people... When I was a teenager, my parents called me a whore and a hoe. I have never even kissed someone before. I never had a boyfriend. Heck, I was too young to even have one. But I was called this because I liked a boy, and was caught smiling at him. I also dressed up and started putting makeup, to look more presentable. But I was only doing this part for myself. I wasn't inappropriate in any way shape or form. I dressed and groomed myself like a lady should, conservative. I followed the principles of 'Bella Figura'. But I was still being slut-shamed. They think I'm up to something or that I only cared about boys and men at school. Which I don't, because I was mostly busy with my projects. " she recalled painfully. What was worse, was that she was also being bullied in school during that time.

"How long did this went on?"

"Until the end of university..."

"I see... and how did you deal with it? how did you hold it together?"

"I didn't... I became what my parents called me, a hoe..." she laughed, and stared at the ceiling.

"Well... if you are comfortable answering... what do you think turned you into it?"

"I was just tired of the emotional abuse, I needed validation outside that my family couldn't give me. So I turned to men. I went from dating to dating, relationship to another relationship." she admitted painfully. Admitting what is wrong within a person, is one of the most painful things there is. No one likes to admit their own shortcomings? do they?

"So did you get what you want out of them?"

"Sadly... no... they'd leave as soon as they get what they want out of me. It was painful to actually be categorised as 'Non-Girlfriend' or wife material."

"So how did you carry on with this cycle?" he said, as he started jotting down notes.

"I didn't, I had a breakdown... and well I ended up being sent to Dr. Abernathy by my parents."

"What caused your breakdown?"

"Oh... that is a painful one. My last 'boyfriend' broke up with me, because he said I wasn't worthy."

"What did he exactly tell you?"

"He was pretty much undermining me and my background. He was from an old rich family. A few months later after we broke up, he got married to someone else. Can you believe it? It was less than a year, and he finds someone else and marries her!"

"That sounds painful..." He tries to sound a little more 'empathising'.

"It was... it broke me... I confronted him one more time so that I could get my closure..."

"And what did he say? What happened?" He asks, curious to what happened next. He didn't exactly pity her. Rather, he was just curious and wanted to hear the whole story. No one likes cliffhangers.

"I asked him tearfully, what did I not do? what was lacking? and he said that it was not the things I did and did not do, it was because of who I am."

"What do you mean?"

"As I've said, he thought I wasn't worthy of him. I was a far cry from his wife, he says. I wasn't from a rich family, nor did I graduated a top university that matched the standards of Oxbridge. I didn't have a profound degree nor a managerial position like she did. He looked down on me, to him, I was a 'Cobbler', a 'Tailor' and nothing beyond that." she said, recalling how her ex-beau used to refer to her choice of profession. It was ironic how he enjoyed sharp bespoke suits, well-crafted shoes, and expensive watches. Yet he looked down on the designers who made them, specifically small time designers like she was, in the past. Back then, she didn't have a have a brand of her own, and was just working for a newly opened clothing company.

Dr. Fell closed his clipboard and sat straight, looking her in the eyes. "You did not deserve such a man, clearly you were dating a jerk... please continue...." he encouraged.

Annabeth smiled with his empathising words and found herself a little more comfortable in his presence, compared to earlier. "Because I could not take it no longer, I had a breakdown. I refused to eat and do my work. I had a hard time sleeping and I became angry at everyone. My parents finally felt the right concern and dragged me to the psychiatrist, Dr. Abernathy. She helped me fixed my issues, specifically the ones I had with my family. We had family counselling, and I could say that my relationship with my family is much better compared to before."

"Well then... why are you here?" he wondered why she was still here, if she claimed to be already fine.

"It takes time to repair broken relationships Dr. Fell, you yourself is aware of that. Though I and my family get along well now. Damage has been done, and I have lots of issues to work on so that I can continue improving myself." she stated, and was met by a nod of approval from her doctor.

"That's a smart decision..." he said, as he nodded. This woman knew what was wrong with her, and was willing to work on her problem. This was the type of patients most psychiatrists liked. He then began writing her prescription but was distracted when she spoke once again.

"Is that the 'Talented Mr.Ripley?!' " she says, as she saw the book on the shelf. It was the first hardcover.

"Why yes? have you read it?" he asked, just out of courtesy.

"Of course! I've read the whole series... I found Tom Ripley likeable enough..." she declared.

Dr. Fell looked at her curiously. Why would a nice lady such as herself, finds a 'sociopath' like Tom Ripley likeable? "He's a sociopath Ms. D'Matteo... why do you find him likeable?"

"Hmmm... perhaps I see a part of myself in him. I can sympathise, and relate to him..." she said, as she headed straight to the shelf, but not before turning to Dr. Fell and asked for permission to touch the book. "Uhhh... may I?"

"Of course..." he replied, and watched her as she pulled the booked out, and smelled it. Finally getting a good look at her, he realised that the woman is beautiful, demure and polite. The soft smell of perfume on her skin, that smelled like the breeze, her chic fashion sense, and her modest behaviour. It would be deemed rude to harm her and 'eat' her. He didn't mind that she continues being his patient. In fact, he didn't mind her presence at all. Adding to that, he found himself curious about her, wanting to find out more. In fact, her declaration of her love for the Tom Ripley series intrigued him. She had just declared that she can empathise with sociopaths. Suddenly, Will came to mind.

 "You love the smell of old books don't you?"

"Yes... I'm a bit of a book nerd..."

"Going back to Tom Ripley... which part of you, did you see in him?"

"Hmmm... most of it I gues? I mean I had a hard upbringing like he did. I started off as someone down with my own 'luck' and was disregarded every time. But with hard work and sheer determination, Tom Ripley manages to make something out himself. Despite the hardships, he came out the other end polite, self-effacing and hard working.  He became successful. I hope you won't judge, I used him as some sort of inspiration."

"Don't worry, I am not judging. But I am curious, I suppose you are aware that Tom Ripley is a cold-blooded killer as well?" he asked, as he walked, and stood beside her.

"Yes of course... But I somehow approve of his actions, I understood it. I found myself hoping that Tom would get away with it all- that he would be able to kill with impunity."

Hannibal looked at her and smiled, what she had just said made him more intrigued. A woman who empathised with a psychopath, just like Will Graham was.

"If I were Tom Ripley, I would've done the same, eliminate them one by one. But not in a quick way... you may think I'm a sadist, but it is better to torture your enemy first, as killing them immediately would be considered 'mercy'." she added. "Oh, I'm sorry... I must've been talking too much..." she said, as she tiptoed to return the book to the shelf.

"It is fine..." he smiled, "Let me help you..." he then took the book, and returned it to its respective place. "Tea?" he asked, inviting her to stay longer.

"Oh... that would be nice Dr. Fell... Thank you!" she replied with a smile, and returned back to her chair.

Hannibal watched as she walked back to her seat. She was wearing a high neck, ruffle lace blouse, which matched her wide legged pastel blue pants. Her short bobbed hair was comb neatly and tucked behind her ears. Her accessories and makeup looked minimal, but it sure did enhance her features. It was no secret that Hannibal liked beautiful women, especially women who carried themselves well. But to fully catch his attention, his admiration must go beyond physical, a woman should have more than beauty.

Simple yet Chic #4 by fashionholicwriter featuring sterling silver fine jewelry

Annabeth D'Matteo obviously had something more than beauty. He was no longer just intrigued by her, he was now fascinated. She has a potential for something more, potential like Will Graham has.

Hannibal smiled to himself as he looked at her, Annabeth D' Matteo was definitely his new pawn.

A/N: I might do some soft editing, as I might have made some grammatical errors. Comments, Questions and clarifications are welcome below.