#they were obviously friends before that but when she corrected hannibal once by telling him that they were not friends but colleagues...

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

is it just the cogs of my brain whirring wildly or was bedelia kinda sorta in love with hannibal too?

[mantistog]

Uneasy

Yandere! WIll Graham x reader x Yandere! Hannibal Lecter

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You had stated it many times to WIll, him in no way heeding your warnings. It wasn’t that you particularly hated or even disliked Dr. Lecter. But you always felt so discomforted in his presence. Where as you and Will rarely shared eye contact, it seemed Dr. Lecter was too fond of it. Or too fond of looking at you in general- you didn’t like the attention that you felt having someone's eyes linger on you for too long. You had told Jack exactly the same thing, when he first brought the man into the station. Nobody seemed to take you seriously though, Alana even telling you that you should put your personal dislike for Hannibal aside and be happy someone would be there for Will.

You couldn’t blame her, she had a personal and professional relationship with the man that obviously made her harbour serious respect. Maybe that’s why everyone loves him, cause they see his brilliance in his field and instantly bestow him with respect unfounded. In moments such as these in your life, you are happy that you don’t understand half of the professional things that him and Alana engage in. 

You sighed, bringing your fist up to the wooden door, knocking quietly and maybe hoping that no one would hear so you wouldn’t have to do this. But to your dismay the door was opened rather quickly, and if it hadn’t Will would have simply forced you to knock again. “Ah, we’ve been waiting for you. Please, come in.” The psychiatrists gentle tone and gentleman like demeanor never failed to make you annoyed. Yet you simply thanked him, handing your coat over for it to be hanged. The house was extravagant, too much so for your tastes. Too big, too expensive. Everything about Dr. Lecter and his house screamed self importance. Narcissism. You preferred the humbleness of you or Wills small house. He greeted Dr. Lecter as if they were friends, shaking his hand timidly as he instructed you into the dinning room. 

At the table already sat were Jack Crawford and his wife, Bella. You were well acquainted with both, and you were happy they were there so you wouldn’t have to suffer alone with Will and Dr. Lecter. It was the only reason you had decided to accept the invitation that was extended through Will onto you on behalf of Dr. Lecter. As much as you loved Will, his and his therapists relationship was hard to get an angle on and quite frankly you found it unpleasant to be around the two at the same time. It was almost like he brought out the worst in Will. 

Tonight was worse than normal, too. They seemed to share knowing glances and hushed whispers as Dr. Lecter handed out everyone's plates. Their relationship had always fluctuated, but you had never watched them scheme the way they were right now. The dinner was pleasant, as you discussed ongoing and current events with Bella, heavily preferring her and Jacks company over the company of that of Will and Dr. Lecter with their sudden agreement. It almost made you grit your teeth in annoyance. At least a couple of weeks ago Will would have never found Dr. Lecter as agreeable as he suddenly did. It was suspicious, you could just tell something was off, the same way you knew from the beginning that Dr. Lecter was different than he seemed. 

The night ended off swimmingly, surprisingly no reveal of the secret that the two were apparently keeping as Jack and Bella made their leave. “We should get going too, right Will?” You urged, trying not to be rude as you tried to separate yourself and Will from Dr. Lecter. He smiled, putting a hand on your shoulder warmly. It was weird to see him physical with anyone, so it instantly ticked you off that something was indeed wrong. You shrugged his hand off, taking a step back awkwardly. His and your eyes met accidentally for once, and he was looking at you so softly and warmly, a almost unnoticeable smile on his face. But you noticed. 

“We should get home, shouldn’t we? It’s getting late.” He answered you, grabbing your hand and leading you to the door. You thanked Dr. Lecter for the dinner out of courtesy, but he simply replied ominously that he would see you again soon. There was nothing you could really do other than shoot him a look of suspicion before you and Will get into his car and you watched him study you both as you drove away. You felt suddenly very sleepy as you were sitting down again as Will drove, and you didn’t think anything of it as you fell asleep, trusting Will to get you home safely as he always did. 

That’s why when you woke up in an unknown environment you were nothing short of first surprised, scared and then angry. Absolutely livid, to be frank, as you realized with the pounding headache that you had probably been drugged- you knew the feeling well enough to establish the connection in your mind between previous experiences and this one. The room, bed and sheets were all nicer than your own. The walls seemed to be made mostly of planks, wood and logs, aiming to confirm your suspicion you looked out the window and was greeted with woods. You were in a fancy cabin of some kind in the middle of nowhere, or at least a ways from any other house. Bundling the sheets up in your first, you quickly disposed of them from the bed and launching them onto the floor carelessly. Your white shirt was the same as the one you had worn to the dinner party, but you couldn’t help but notice your lack of pants and wonder just who removed them. At least the dress shirt was long, when not accurately shoved down into your pants.

You got up quietly, noting that you could faintly smell something cooking, but it was hard to tell with the window slightly cracked open, letting the petrichor in from the outside. There were two doors leading out from the room, but one was cracked slightly open and showed you a bathroom. You were in the master bedroom then. That must mean it was a sizable cabin. Only one person who could afford this who had any business with you came to mind and your face quickly soured. The other door stood there ominously, and you had to gather some courage to approach. It didn’t creak as you pulled it open slowly, peering through the crack of the door as it became bigger. The layout was as you’d imagined it, the door not leading to a hall but instead straight into a living room. Sitting in the couch situated in the middle of the room is Will, and before you can stop your brain from acting on it’s visual input your hand pushes the door open fully and Will instantly turn his head to look at you. At first there is shock on his face, but then it’s replaced with a small sincere smile.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?” He asks, his eyes remaining on you completely as he puts down a book you didn’t even realize he had been holding. He looks so smart with those glasses half way down his nose and a book next to him. Still, his calmness at the situation blows your lid off. He knows you have a short temper, why is he testing you? You can tell he notices your face turn downwards again, your eyebrows pressing further together in frustration. “Will, where are we?” It was more a demand, than a question. 

“Home.” He said, suddenly as stone cold as you were. He was mimicking your loss of patience. You felt like a child that was being scolded by their parents. Yet your face didn’t waver. “No, Will. Where is my phone and my pants? I have work.” The words were slow and steady, as he got up. Something told you that you were in danger. You’d never felt scared of Will before this. “You’re not going in anymore.” He simply answered, stepping closer and causing the response in you to go backwards too. Don’t let him close the distance, you told yourself despite not being certain what he wanted. If he was gonna kill you he would’ve done it while you were asleep. 

Your back hit the wall, yet he continues to advance on you until he’s right in front of you.  “Will-” He cuts you off by grabbing your face into his hands, pulling you closer and studying your face. You doubt your facade of only anger keeps your fear and uncertainty hidden from him, yet you refuse to drop it. He moves your head around a bit and his breath fans your face, and you don’t know what to do with yourself except blush as he closed his eyes and connected his forehead to yours. His breathing was heavier than it normally was as his nose flirted with yours, his face lowering and your lips coming closer-

“Breakfast is ready.” You blood ran cold, and your heart stopped for a quick second, almost giving you a mini heart attack. Will pulled back fast, giving you an exhausted look quickly before turning around and addressing Dr. Lecter. “Yes, thank you.” He said thankfully, but by the look in Dr. Lecters eyes you knew that he knew what he had just interrupted. For once, maybe, you were thankful genuinely for Dr. Lecter. Will grabbed your hand, heading towards a door opposite where you came from, but Dr. Lecter instructs him to please go get pants. You assume those would be for you, considering the circumstance. 

At this point pants are of no importance as you’re being led into the beautiful dining room, just itching for at least any answers as to where you are and why. You decide that if you want any answers from the psychiatrist you’re gonna have to be a bit more polite than you were with Will. Dr. Lecter pulls in your chair for you as you sit down, but he lingers behind you for a bit, smelling you before he too sits down. Another thing that made you uneasy about him, the way his sense of smell worked. You’re sitting at the end of the table, Dr. Lecter at your right and what you assume to be Wills seat on your left. 

“Dr. Lecter-” you start to ask, but he cuts you off eagerly urging you to call him Hannibal as he has done many times before. You never listened, but right now you would as you assumed your politeness would benefit your cause. “Hannibal-” He nods at your correction. “Where am I?” You ask, trying to maintain eye contact with him. Laying on the table unsuspectingly, your hand is suddenly gently grasped by his hand being played atop yours. He looks at you in a way so soft you want to melt. “Do not worry, love. Me and Will plan to take good care of you.” And then it’s gone. Now he makes you feel uneasy again, treating you like an ignorant little child, as he addresses you. Will, comes in and sits down, eyeing Hannibal as he grabs your other hand. You pull both your hands to yourself quickly, frustrated with their none answers, throwing your hands in your lap. “Why am I here?” 

They both share a weird look and then they smile in unison, freaking you out. Hannibal reaches out to you and grabs your hands in your lap and bringing them to his face, kissing your knuckles while Will simply smiles at you content to watch Hannibal touch you. 

“Isn’t it obvious? We love you.” 

[saintjojis]

Chin Up Pt. 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Genre: High School!AU, Fluff, Light Angst

Word Count: 2,411

A/N: uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh, oops? Enjoy! p.s. send requests!

Even in the midst of senoritis and finals season nearing, Halloween brought about a small gleam of joy for you. Yoongi wasn’t nearly as stoked as you were, but you hoped to get him in the spirit just in time so you could have a nice night regardless of what plans (or lack thereof) came up. In the meantime, it was time to convince Yoongi that Halloween is a lot fun, even if he didn’t agree. You two weeks to really get him to bite. He wasn’t opposed to Halloween itself by any means, he just didn’t really care about celebrating it as much as you did, getting spooky was your thing after all. There were a lot of ideas eing thrown around, some said parties, others said go out and actually scare people, Jungkook suggested that you go trick-or-treating. You thought it sounded fun (free candy always sounds fun).

Yoongi, on the other hand, wouldn’t have it. He immediately turned the idea down, much to Jungkook’s dismay, claiming it would ‘taint’ his ‘image.’ You and Jungkook still disagreed, so Namjoon opted for a vote. To the surprise of no one, it was a whopping two against six. Just out of spite, you vehemently rejected every idea after, even if it sounded fun. This Halloween discourse went on for about 5 days before Hoseok told the group that one of the seniors was throwing a party. Yoongi immediately said no, he did not trust any guy who went to that party, especially if you were going to be dressed nicely, and wearing makeup, and possibly drinking, and… his list of problems went on and on. He wasn’t having it, he just wouldn’t allow it; it’s not that he didn’t trust you, he didn’t trust other guys, especially if they were going to be condensed in one area while blackout drunk. It didn’t deter you from trying, you were set on getting your way this once. So, you began bringing it up nonstop, deciding that you were going to essentially annoy him into saying yes. Even when he texted you, you’d immediately switch the subject to the party. This went on until about 3 days before the party, you managed to absolutely drive him insane. You tested his patience until he finally gave in, not before he set some conditions of course.

[Mr. Min🌞-11:15AM: Jesus fucking Christ alright we’ll go, but I’m not leaving your side]

[Mr. Min🌞-11:15AM: like at all]

[Mr. Min🌞-11:16AM: you’re not drinking either]

[Mr. Min🌞-11:17AM: if shit gets too crazy we’re leaving]

Drinking was kind of the whole point of going to parties, but you could live with that, maybe you could convince Yoongi otherwise once you were there. That would be quite the feat, regardless, you were ecstatic.

One crucial detail you’d forgotten about this whole thing was that, since you were all going to the party, you’d have a small group of eyes always watching over you. You knew the guys knew better than to let you get away with doing as you pleased, you understood that Yoongi wanted to protect you; but you still wanted to have fun, however you would try to indulge him.

Yoongi had good reason to be worried, not for himself but for you. He knew who was going to that party, as he did, and someone had mentioned to him in passing, that Jimin would be there; and that he had a few new friends with him. As it so happens, Jimin managed to befriend a few people who Yoongi wasn’t particularly fond of. He thought maybe it was on purpose, just in spite of him, but it served as a sort of protection. Jimin wasn’t very good at fighting, and didn’t want to fuck up his face over some argument, so he avoided it. And, since Yoongi had threatened to kindly rearrange his face for him and make sure he spoke through a speaking spell, he decided that he’d need someone to back him up. You know, just in case.

He’d grown close with ‘some Chanyeol guy’ and ‘some ass named Jackson.’ You knew Jackson, everyone did, but you didn’t know Chanyeol. It was very clear to you that Yoongi had a very clear disdain for them, you could only wonder why.  Still, this wouldn’t stop you, and if you did see them you’d just pretend they weren’t there. Even with this, Yoongi was uneasy about the whole thing. He didn’t care about fighting, he’d gladly do it; it was about you, he wanted you to have a good time and if you ran into them there it would be a mess. He knew that Jimin was hellbent on making you miserable, and he was out to ruin you. Even if his reasoning was complete bullshit. You assured Yoongi everything would be fine, the guys would be there, Jungkook could easily overpower Jimin, and maybe Jackson. It was six versus three, it wasn’t a fair fight, but who said anything about fair? He seemed a little skeptical, but let it go.

The night finally came, you wanted to match costumes with Yoongi, but he managed to turn down nearly everything you proposed. To be fair, you did suggest some pretty dorky concepts.

“Halloween is about being scary, (y/n).” He said, annoyed “Not this cutesy shit, no offense.”

‘None taken.’ You sarcastically thought. He was right, though. So you proposed something a little overdone but good nevertheless.

“What about Donnie and Gretchen?” You asked. “He’s dead and she’s not real, plus they’re a couple.”

He considered it for a second before saying, only if you’d turn his face into a skull. You got to it right away, and by the end he looked a little scarier than you’d anticipated. You gave him contact lenses to make his eyes a dead gray, and his look was completed. Now you had to decide what to wear, you had to match your character’s style to the best of your ability. You thought you did a good job of it, and so did Yoongi. You were ready to go, all that was left was to pick up the guys. First, Hoseok, then Taehyung and Jungkook. Jin and Namjoon would arrive together. Hoseok was dressed up as the Tin Man from ‘The Wizard of Oz.’ You didn’t understand why, but whatever floats his boat. Jungkook was dressed as a dinosaur holding a person in a cage1, while Tae went as Hannibal Lecter.

When you got to the party, it was overflowing with people. There were some who were already drunk out of their minds, so Yoongi kept you close and tightened his grip on your hand. As soon as you walked in, there were a lot of people greeting him. You could tell he’d gotten around by the way people teased him about being with you.

He didn’t want you to drink, but you convinced him to let you drink just a little. He went to fetch you something, telling you not to go anywhere. You assured him you wouldn’t and he replied that he wouldn’t take very long. So you stood there chatting with the people around you, some were drunker than others, but all nice all the same. Before long, you felt someone grab your arm. You were sure it was Yoongi, but when you turned to face him, you were met by someone entirely different. It was Jackson. You were horrified, but you played it off and greeted him nicely. About three words in he suggested you go outside with him because inside was “too noisy.” You politely declined, and looked around for Yoongi. He noticed this and said something rather strange.

“I’m sure he’s busy with someone more important.” Someone? Did he mean something? Regardless, he didn’t correct himself and, as far as you could tell, he wasn’t drunk. He noticed the confusion in your face and spoke again, “What? No one told you? Why don’t you check the kitchen?” You were very reluctant to leave, but what did he mean by ‘no one told you.’ What were you missing here? So he went with you to the kitchen, you didn’t find Yoongi; who you did find there, however, was Jimin. You told Jackson very politely you had to go, but he didn’t let you go anywhere. He got the few people who were there to leave so it would just be the three of you. You quickly texted Yoongi where you were and that you needed help right away

[(Y/N)-8:45PM: yoongi I need help]

[(Y/N)-8:45PM: kitchen, jimin n Jackson HURRY]

[Mr. Min🌞-8:46PM: Fuck on my way]

[Mr. Min🌞-8:46PM: DON’T DO ANYTHING DANGEROUS]

You heeded his words, and didn’t even make eye contact with Jimin. Soon, the guy you took to be Chanyeol appeared and you knew it was going to get ugly.

[(Y/N)-8:48: did I say jimin and jackson? I meant to say ChAnYeOl jimin and Jackson hUrRY TF UP]

Jimin spoke first, his pitched voice a contrast to the others baritone, gravely ones.

“You know, (y/n), you’re still as pretty as the day we met.” You could tell by the way he spoke that he’d been drinking. He continued, “Too bad you’re such a fucking prude. I bet you and that dog don’t even hold hands.” You could feel anger bubbling up at his words. “Too bad, I would’ve treated you much better, you know?” He laughed then, and so did Chanyeol and Jackson. You rolled your eyes and just leaned back into the wall, waiting for whatever else he was going to say. Just as he was about to speak again, you heard Yoongi’s voice outside the kitchen. It was the sweetest sound, and even better; he wasn’t alone. You looked over at the boys in front of you, eyeing their reactions. Jimin seemed too sure of himself, while Jackson looked worried. Chanyeol… Chanyeol was clearly too high to notice.

As always, Yoongi came through, he was absolutely furious. He burst into the kitchen and headed straight for Jimin, Jackson knew better than to step in. Taehyung tried to hold him back, he tried convincing him that this wasn’t worth it.

“I just want to talk, I just want to talk. ‘Aight? Let me go.” He said, obviously not wanting to talk at all. He was ready to tear Jimin in half. However, as soon as Yoongi said he wanted to ‘talk’ Jimin seemed to gain even more confidence. How na��ve.

Tae let him go and, before Jimin could even greet him, he threw a punch right at his face. Jimin stumbled backwards, only to have Yoongi grab him by the collar of his shirt and be hit again. Yoongi had no intention of stopping, and no one in the room had any intention of stopping him. Chanyeol was about to lay hands on him before Jungkook stepped in front of him. Chanyeol might have been bigger but Jungkook was sober, so keeping him off of Yoongi wasn’t a hard task. In the meantime, Namjoon guided you out of the room. He decided it was best if you didn’t see Yoongi at work.

Back in the kitchen, Yoongi demanded answers from Jimin. He demanded to know what he’d done, and swore he’d kill him if he’d laid a hand on you. Yoongi’s hands had sobered him up by now, and he was on the verge of tears. He called to Chanyeol who was too busy with Jungkook, then to Jackson who wasn’t about to get his ass beat just because he’d decided to be petty. All of Jimin’s cockiness dissipated, and turned to fear. Yoongi wasn’t exactly too relaxed either. He was growing more and more impatient, he shoved Jimin into the counter behind him, and again demanded some sort of answer.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Are you forgetting who fucking stood with you first? Huh? Or are you just fucking stupid?” He was screaming at Jimin at this point, growing more furious by Jimin’s lack of response.

“Leave. Leave now, delete her number. Never seek her again. Never speak to her, never look at her. Don’t you ever fucking dare to even think about her you fucking pervert. I don’t want to see you again. Never show your fucking face near us again or you’ll wind up with more than two black eyes and a bloody nose.” With that, Yoongi left him there in the kitchen, where Jimin slumped to the ground. Jungkook told Chanyeol that it wasn’t a personal thing, and he agreed.

You were half expecting Yoongi to want to leave after that, surprisingly though, he joined you in the backyard as if nothing happened. As if he totally didn’t have Jimin’s blood on his knuckles. He handed you a drink, you gladly took it. Lord knows you needed it after that. You shared it with Yoongi, who seemed a lot more willing to get drunk after that little altercation, you didn’t balme him. Jungkook and Tae were taking care of the group since they didn’t drink. Even after that, you managed to have a good time. Hoseok’s Tin Man costume made sense once you were at the party, it was his little “clever” way of picking up girls. You and Namjoon made a bet of whether he’d manage to hook up with at least one or not. You said he would, he said he wouldn’t. Shockingly enough, you won the bet. Some girl really fell for that cheesy ‘I don’t have a heart, so can I have yours?’ line he was using. Legendary.

The night wound up being really fun. You and Yoongi  drank a little more than you should’ve, but that was okay. You decided it was best if he stayed the night at your place since his was the farthest. When you made it up to your room, Yoongi only managed to take off his shirt before passing out on your bed. It was cute, but you dressed him because the night had gotten cold, and you knew he’d complain about it in the morning. Truly a night to remember, you took a picture of him passed out still painted like a skull. ‘He doesn’t have to know’ you thought. You wiped off his face paint after, and then your make up. What a way to end the night. You rested your head on his chest and felt his warmth, the sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.