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shegatsby · 1 year

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Can i request a smut of obsessed hannibal x shy student reader ( im obsessed with him lately). He is obsessed with her while she has a small crush on him and then he invited her to her house and just cant get enough of her (if u know what i mean *wink wink*)

A/N; Hi! Thank you for this request ;) I hope you like it.

Warnings; Smut! Sexual encounter, pussy eating etc.

Pairings; Hannibal x Y/N

Doctor Hannibal Lecter walked into his classroom with his leather bag, and his attitude. The dean of the university has been requesting, demanding to have him there and finally the dean put Will Graham on the job and Will convinced him to do it. Now Hannibal had three jobs; being a psychiatrist, helping the FBI and recently he has been teaching. Whenever he entered to give his lecture he would observe his students. Most of them were scared of him because he was a monster when he was grading papers, he never liked the way his students dressed, so informal and untidy. However, one of his students, Y/N, she always looked energetic, ready and put together. She had this type of feminine energy which made him navigate towards her, the perfume she wore filled his nostrils every time. The most attractive thing about her was that she would get so shy around him, red cheeks, always looking away whenever their eyes make contact. Hannibal was close to figuring her out, or so he thought. ‘’Hello.’’ He said with a dominant tone, he watched Y/N sitting straight, fixing her hair, ‘’Where did we left off last week?’’ he asked even though he knew where they were he was just checking to see if the students were interested, only Y/N replied. ‘’Thank you Ms. Y/L/N, shall we continue?’’

The rest of the class was as usual, he gave his presentation, executed swiftly, watched Y/N take notes, she looked adorable when she was focused on something. When he was finished he had a strange thought, his fox like mind was moving at a speed which he wasn’t used to, he waited for other students to leave the room so that he could be alone with her. ‘’Ms. Y/L/N,’’ she lifted her head to look, she was startled because a second ago he was at his desk, now he was right in front of her, ‘’Yes Doctor Lecter?’’ she said kindly. ‘’I’ve realized that you are quite interested in what I have to say about this lecture, would you like to come over to my home and discuss the upcoming topics? I want to feed your hunger for knowledge.’’ His hands were in his pockets, never loosing eye contact, he watched her go red with his last sentence.

‘’I- I would love that Doctor Lecter.’’

Y/N and also other students knew Doctor Lecter’s infamous dinner parties, she always imagined to be invited by him, just to see how he entertains his guests, also to be near him. Yes, she had a small crush but so did everyone. He was a brilliant man with great knowledge of his field and he was so polite to her all the time. Last week he brought coffee just for her, the other week she couldn’t make it to the lecture because she was extremely ill and Doctor Lecter sent her that weeks notes. She thought He does this to every student.. oh how wrong she was.

That evening she dressed to impress, black dress with a smooth make-up and high heels, when Hannibal opened the door in his expensive suit she realized she dressed right for the dinner.

Hannibal’s maroon eyes roamed over on her body, ‘’A work of art,’’ he thought ‘’all for me’’

‘’Please, come in. I must say, you look ravishing tonight.’’ Y/N tried to hide her face as she walked inside.

She knew he was rich but damn, his house was something else. He had a dark taste in colors and art, she found herself looking at the painting on the walls, as if she was at a museum. ‘’I assume you’re a fan of fine art?’’

He gave her a glass of red wine before dinner, ‘’Yes, I often visit art galleries and museums. I’m in awe of what people can do with their hands and imagination.’’ Hannibal lifted his eyebrow with a smirk look on his face, ‘’Shall we go to the dining room. Dinner awaits us.’’

He guided her by placing his large hand on the small of her back, she felt her heart at her throat.

The food was placed elegantly on the large table, the fireplace was lit, it gave a warm atmosphere to the place but she could feel the tension hanging in the air. Hannibal, as a gentleman, pulled her chair for her, she thanked him and sat.

The dinner conversation was casual, they talked about the university and classes, she was curious of his work with the FBI so Hannibal explained it generously. He usually had his dinner alone by the fireplace but having a company wasn’t so bad, he could feel the feeling of obsession rising from the back of his dark mind to the surface, it happened before and it didn’t end well. But maybe this time…

Y/n didn’t know exactly when and how she ended up in this position but she wasn’t complaining when Hannibal’s thick fingers found her wet clit and started to gently rub it. She was on top of the table, legs spread and Hannibal between them. His smug smile and his eyes will always be printed in her mind.

‘’Have you been wet like this during the dinner darling? If I knew… I wouldn’t have waited so long.’’ And she whined in pleasure because he started to finger her slowly, it was too slow for her liking. This pent up tension between them had to explode tonight, otherwise she felt like she was going to die.

He knelt to give her soft lips a kiss, which turned into a long make out session, she cupped his shaven cheeks with her hands, feeling his skin, his free hand went to squeeze her neck, he wasn’t rough but it wasn’t gentle either. They locked eyes, ‘’Let me taste you princess.’’ And with that he knelt on his knees and lifted her skirts. She had black lacy panties, he didn’t take them off just pushed them aside and started to give her small kisses, not there but her inner thighs. His slowness and the grip he had on her was driving her mad. ‘’Hannibal,’’ she said panting, ‘’please-‘’ he stopped and looked up, ‘’Please what princess?’’

He could see her cheeks, her parted lips and that expression her pretty face, she looked as if she was under a trance, a trance which Hannibal put on her. ‘’Use your words.’’ He demanded. He was certain that if she kept silent he wouldn’t move a muscle. ‘’Please eat me, use me.. I’m all yours.’’

A hungry smile planted on his dark face, ‘’As you wish princess.’’ And he dived into her treasure.

Hannibal had a taste for finer things in life, as soon as he got that intimate, warm taste of her he knew that he made no mistake in letting her into his space. She was so sweet and tasty, so soft and the sounds she made…

Even though she was wet Hannibal spit on her and also started to play with her with his fingers.

Y/N couldn’t believe her situation right now, her professor was eating her out at his home. Well, not like she didn’t have dream of it, but she never thought it would be this good. His tongue was skilled, his fingers hit the right spot.

Hannibal Lecter, even though he didn’t want to admit it, he too had dreams of her frequently. While he was treating a patient or giving his lectures he often thought of her, bent over on his table or on his kitchen counter. He pulled away from her, which made her whine in need. He pulled down his pants because he couldn’t wait anymore, he had to be buried in her sweet, juicy core.

He wrapped his dick and buried himself inside her fully, which made her freeze, ‘’Relax,’’ he knelt to give her a long kiss, ‘’I’m here.’’ They locked eyes as he started to move in and out.

''You like that princess? Look at you, legs spread for your professor. Such a whore.'' His shameless words and his pace made her legs shake in pleasure, Hannibal was rough with her hold on her this time, his hand chocked her throat and she saw stars.

Her body was moving with his fast speed, legs warpped around his waist, as she came undone she screamed his name over and over again.

''Now,'' his movements stopped slowly, ''You belong to me.''

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ihavemanyhusbands · 1 year

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Lover's Spat

Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter x Fem!Reader

Summary: You had been the prized protege of the household for some time, but a sudden distance leaves you reeling. What happens when a junior killer feels neglected? Short answer: a bloody tantrum.

Word Count: 3.4k words

Warnings: DARK CONTENT, MINORS DNI, heavy angst and whump, graphic depictions of violence, graphic depictions of gore, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, non-sexual nudity, injuries, inebriation, use of sedatives, use of restraints, threats, mentions of blood, bit of a power imbalance yeah, corrupted reader, use of she/her pronouns, lmk if anything else!

A/N: Special thanks to @glitchedpup -- my muse and co-creator of this delightfully dark fic <3 i couldn’t have done it without you!! Pretty proud of this one! I shouldn't even have to say this but I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE ACTIONS DEPICTED IN THIS FIC. IT IS NOT A REFLECTION OF MY OWN MORALS/VALUES. Don't like don't read, as usual.

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– “Decipher me, my love, or I will be forced to destroy you.” Clarice Lispector, from “The Book of Delights”.

The room was a complete mess.

Upturned furniture, slashed curtains, and deep gouges on various surfaces. Rorschach stains of crimson fury stained the walls and the once pristine white bed sheets. Bits of bone and flesh were haphazardly strewn about like broken puzzle pieces.

There had clearly been quite the struggle — terror and brute strength versus agility and sheer animal determination.

The mutilated corpse of a man was splayed atop the bed. His chest had been torn open, ribs smashed to pieces in order to access his tender insides. His eyes were closed and his hands had been crudely tied together, palms facing up – like a supplicant. His heart was cupped in them, with a paring knife driven straight through it.

A crime of passion, through and through. But the man himself was inconsequential, merely a vessel to convey a message.

At first, Will didn’t register anything amiss. There were a few small clues here and there that were familiar, like a trail of breadcrumbs left behind for only the most trained eye to find. His eye, more specifically.

They led him closer to the body, where he recognized the fine mother-of-pearl handle of the knife. Suddenly, he could barely hear the voices of those around him. Cold fear momentarily ran like sludge through his veins, but he kept his composure.

This was your design.

He’d known you were under Hannibal’s tutelage, but it was uncharacteristic of you to be so rash and utterly careless. Not once before had you left a trace, but then again, you’d never worked outside of Hannibal’s house.

He’d thought you’d mastered clinical detachment, but this scene was tainted with ire and resentment. It permeated the air like a poisonous gas, roiling in his lungs and threatening to choke him.

“Will?” Jack said, getting his attention. “Any motive you can think of?”

Shaking off the last of his visions, Will took a small fortifying breath and glanced back at him over his shoulder.

“None as of yet.”

Will knew there’d be many components to cleaning up this mess. Not only would he have to get the police far off your trail, but he also had to find you. He called Hannibal to inquire about your whereabouts, but he confirmed you were not home. He tried to get ahold of you too, but of course, there was no response.

Once he could disentangle himself from Jack and the crime scene crew – trying to keep his hands from shaking – he racked his brain for all the possible places you could be in. He knew you liked going on long walks, but you preferred to stay away from densely populated areas unless strictly necessary. The woods were too broad a place to search, and there was no way you had made it all the way to Wolf Trap on foot.

Then, he remembered the old apartment you’d lived in before he and Hannibal took you in. It was a shoddy building on the outskirts of town, which he was pretty sure had been foreclosed for a while. Still, it was the only other place you had, really. So he made his way there.

There, he spotted a hole in the chain link fence surrounding the building. He ignored the No Trespassing sign, much like he figured you had, and maneuvered himself through the gap. He made his way up to the third floor, where your unit was, and heard murmurs behind the door.

He found you half naked and rambling, still caked in blood and viscera. In one hand, you were tightly clutching a large kitchen knife, a ribbon of fabric clinging to it. Much of your clothes were in tatters, ripped apart like you’d been desperate to get them off of yourself.

In your other hand, you had an unlabelled bottle of what he assumed was cheap vodka or gin. You were swaying a little in place, clearly inebriated. You held it to your swollen cheekbone, as if the tepid glass could soothe it.

A dark bruise bloomed up the right side of your ribcage, and your breaths were shallow and slow. On the other side, near your belly button, you had a poorly dressed wound, the fabric soaked in dark, shiny crimson. His eyes lingered on this detail for a moment, but his face did not betray the concern he felt.

It was a clear admission of guilt, but he wanted to hear you confess your sins out loud.

“What did you do?” He asked, keeping his voice low and even.

You lifted your head and looked at him without really seeing him. Your gaze was flat and unforgiving, almost unrecognizable. A small blood vessel had burst in your left eye, leaving a red splotch in the sclera. Your muscles tensed and your nostrils flared when you registered him as an intruder.

His hand was close to his waist, where his gun was holstered, in case he’d need to draw it.

“I took him for one last waltz, carried him in my arms as the saccharine wine of his blood spilled over us.” You closed your eyes for a moment, as if reliving it. “He adored me deliriously with his last breaths. I saw it in his eyes.”

Will took a step forward, causing a floorboard to creak, and your eyes snapped open. You slashed the knife in a wide arc, silently warning him to stay back. Your eyes were wild and unfocused, much too dark in the low light.

You swung sideways just as fast, the blade barely missing his midsection. He quickly drew back at your third frantic attempt, and you stumbled forward a little. Despite your skills and abundant bravado, both the drunkenness and the pain made you clumsy. You winced, but did not back down, still in a fighting stance.

He pulled out his gun and pointed it at your shoulder, which made you freeze.

“Hannibal’s going to be pissed if I shoot you,” he said, unfazed by your display. “Put the knife down before you get hurt.”

“You don’t have the guts to hurt me, Graham,” you sneered.

“Try me.”

For a long, tense moment, the two of you stared at each other. It was clear that neither of you actually wanted to hurt the other, but your pride wasn’t going to let you go down so easily.

And you knew that he wouldn’t hesitate if it came down to it, especially for your own good.

“He knows, then?” You asked, still unmoving.

Will simply nodded, and for a brief second, you considered angling the knife towards yourself. You started to adjust your grip on it, and he took the opportunity to lunge forward and knock it out of your hand. It clattered loudly on the floor, and he kicked it away, grabbing your wrist.

“You’re in deep trouble, you know that?” He said, grip tightening. “What if they hadn’t called me? You left evidence everywhere! Do you know how hard it was to hide all that without getting caught? Reckless! Very reckless!”

You tried to struggle out of his grip, and he knocked the bottle out of your grasp, which shattered on the floor. As you lifted your hand to strike him, he grabbed it, now holding both of your wrists.

“Don’t touch me! You don’t get to touch me!” You spat, still thrashing.

“Oh, I beg to differ. But I’m not going to be the one to punish you,” he said, forcefully turning you around and cuffing your hands behind your back. “Now, let’s go.”

He took his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders before ushering you out of the building. He had to steady you as you stumbled about, still furious and not entirely lucid. Even the familiar scent of him enveloping you did nothing to calm you.

He wrestled you into the back seat and made sure you wouldn’t be able to unlock the doors from the inside. For the time being, you resigned to lying on your side, slightly easing the discomfort of your shoulder blades being pinned together.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he started the engine.

“Home,” he said, glancing at you from the rearview mirror. “As you know, we’re expected.”

The drive there was torturous. Every turn made your head spin, the world outside the window swirling into a dizzying whirlpool of colors. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on your breathing, keeping down the bile that threatened to crawl up your throat. You stained the fabric of the seat, since the wound on your side had torn just a little further open.

All of the events of the past forty-eight hours were still shoved to the periphery of your mind, but you knew you couldn’t keep a blind eye to your sins forever. Eventually, they would come at you like a raging river, consuming you.

Will pulled into Hannibal’s driveway just after sundown, and a sense of foreboding made your stomach bottom out. Once, the house was a safe haven; A place you finally felt welcome in, despite the fact its walls had witnessed your flaws.

But at that moment, with death hovering at the threshold, it felt like you were heading to the gallows.

As he marched you inside, your knees almost buckled. You gritted your teeth and raised your chin, angry at yourself for displaying any sort of weakness. You were still a little lightheaded and disoriented from the drive, so you had to try even harder to focus on putting one foot in front of the other.

The two of you found Hannibal in the living room, sitting by the hearth and staring at the fire within. He said nothing as he looked up, his eyes skirting over you and landing on Will, who held your arm.

In the flickering light, the harsh planes of his face spelled out your fate. You almost expected to hear a gavel pounding before the sentence was carried out… whatever it was.

“Take her downstairs,” he instructed, his tone almost bored. “And leave her there. Repentance always begins with solitude.”

His coldness stung, fueling your resentment, but it did not necessarily surprise you. Still, you tried to catch his eye, but it was no use. He returned his gaze to the fire, and Will dragged you along to the basement.

You were compliant as he led you down the metallic staircase and past a plastic strip curtain, but your eyes were fixed on the various tools against one of the walls. A pang of dread made your heart stutter as you wondered which ones might be used on you.

It was then that you tried to fight back again, desperately this time, survival instincts kicking into overdrive. Without the use of your hands, you resorted to twisting your body and attempting to bite.

He struggled against you, trying to immobilize you in his arms. You managed to get a hold of one of his forearms when it got a little too close to your face, sinking your teeth into it. He growled as you broke the skin, a metallic taste filling your mouth. When he was able to pull you away by the hair, you licked his blood from your teeth.

Instantly, you were backhanded across the face. The entire left side lit up with white-hot pain, and he grabbed you by the throat, pulling you towards the tools.

“You just don’t know when to quit, do you?” He admonished as he clasped your collar around your neck. “You know I’m gonna have to muzzle you for that, right?”

He made you kneel, attaching a chain that was against the far wall to your collar. The muzzle followed right after, a layer of leather covering your mouth.

You glared up at him as he inspected the bite on his forearm, which was still pulsing with bright pain. You felt some satisfaction at having gotten him at least a little, even if it’d potentially make things worse. If you were going to go out, you would do so fighting.

Hopefully, Hannibal would at least be able to appreciate that.

Will left you there without a parting word, instead giving you one last disgruntled look. Once he was up the stairs, you sagged in place. It wasn’t your first time being disciplined, but you knew this was different. A line had been crossed that you weren’t sure you could ever come back from, but you feared what awaited you on the other side.

The basement was dry and cool, slightly soothing your feverish skin. Your head swam once more as adrenaline began to fade from your system. You were sobering up, too, and that was the only way you could tell time was passing.

There, by yourself, you only had your thoughts to torment you, filling in the silence with a buzz like the swarming of bees.

Good things are so slippery, aren’t they? Happiness becomes complacency, and thus monotony. Pleasure wanes quickly, and tragedy seldom waits to make itself known.

And what, then, if you are the harbinger of your own tragedy?

You rested your head against the brick wall, the blue darkness of your eyelids providing some comfort.

After what seemed like an eternity, you heard footsteps descending the metal staircase. You opened your eyes to see Hannibal, his expression still impassive.

He knelt in front of you, undoing the straps of the muzzle. You eyed him warily, but remained unmoving. The barest ghost of a smile was on his face as he saw the crusted blood on the corners of your lips. He’d patched up Will’s arm already, skin mottled purple and red with your molar imprints. He only wished he could have seen you in action.

In his hand, there was a familiar white capsule – one you recognized from his lessons.

“Open,” he ordered.

You clenched your jaw, turning your face away.

"You will either open your mouth and take the medication, or I can simply dislocate your jaw and force you to take it... The choice is yours.”

Begrudgingly, you did as told, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. You swallowed the pill dry, grimacing slightly.

“It should, at the very least, quell that sharp tongue of yours. Or perhaps it’ll only encourage it. We shall see,” he mused, looking you over. “I’ll undo the other restraints when that takes effect.”

“I’m no threat to you,” you murmured.

“Indeed. You are not.”

Still, he made no move to free you, making his point clear. He stood, walking over to the tool wall and wheeling out a metal examination table. Two trays followed right after, and you swallowed hard at the realization that he was setting up for what came next.

"Now, darling, I have been a psychiatrist for many years... I know we can break that defiant streak of yours. The question is how many more bones will have to go with it?"

He gestured towards your ribcage, and you felt a sudden urge to hide your injuries. All the evidence of what you’d done – the irreparable mess you had gotten yourself into. You ought to beg, to grovel and weep at his feet to spare your life. But you would do no such thing, if only for the sake of keeping whatever dignity you had left.

The world began to blur at the edges, like a frosted window during the winter. The maelstrom of emotions that had been brewing inside of you began to evaporate with your exhales, giving way to a blissful nothingness. You watched him wash his hands thoroughly, donning latex gloves.

Once your body was loose and your mind was like a forest of thick fog, Hannibal undid your bindings and carefully scooped you into his arms. Your head lolled against his chest, and you swore you could hear his heartbeat like a loud thunder in your ears. You wanted to cling to him tighter, but you couldn’t find your strength.

“I missed the way you tenderized me,” you rasped, voice weak and breathy. “Soft and pliant flesh for your hands to mold. Didn’t you love me best then?”

“An artist’s job is never quite finished,” he said. “There is love in destruction, too.”

Will descended the stairs as Hannibal was laying you down on the examination table. He used trauma shears to cut what remained of your clothes off, intent on examining every inch of you for the extent of your wounds.

The lights overhead framed their heads like halos, sanctifying them. Shouldn’t your hands be folded in prayer? Your knees on the cool stone floor?

For a moment, you wondered if you’d already died. Soon enough, you supposed.

“Jack’s taken care of. At least for now,” Will’s voice sounded far away as he spoke to Hannibal, who nodded in acknowledgment.

You focused on him, glancing at his bandaged arm. “I’m not sorry for biting you.”

He huffed in bitter amusement. “I know you’re not.”

“Just a little gift for you to remember me by.”

“Why don’t you tell us what’s troubling you?” Hannibal chimed in, listening to you hiss a little through your teeth as he cleaned up some of your scrapes.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes,” Will said. “You left us a very pointed message. Can’t imagine all that mayhem wasn’t inspired by something.”

“You’re the goddamn empath. Why don’t you tell me?” You hissed, still feeling particularly prickly with him.

Hannibal tsked in disapproval, fingers barely tracing your ribcage — a silent warning more than an assessment. Unable to help it, you let out the softest whimper, on edge at the prospect of more agony.

You weren’t entirely surprised that they were ignorant of your rage. They were too preoccupied with other matters to notice. It had been a gradual process, in which they spent more and more time away, leaving you to your own devices. The more tedious tasks were left to you, all of which you could perform almost automatically. It made everything dull at first, but whenever your thoughts would wander to their whereabouts, resentment steadily grew like a thorny bramble in your chest.

But you were quiet in your seething. You tried to remain obedient and useful, in hopes that they would just see how indispensable you were. Anger had always been a reliable companion, especially in moments of fear or weakness, but it was a dangerous fire to stoke. And stoked it was.

Until one day, you couldn’t bear the weight of it all anymore. And this was where it led you.

“I have needs, too, you know,” you began, your words slow and slurred. “Not just carnal. I wanted frenzy and fury, a pain that only you could give and take away. You said destruction is another form of love, but I felt merely endured. An afterthought.”

The two of them shared a look, finally understanding the extent of their negligence. A stray tear escaped your lash line, and Will reached down to brush it away with one of his knuckles.

“‘These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume.’” Hannibal recited.

“And quite a fire it was,” Will murmured.

“Would you kiss me before it’s over, then?” You pleaded. “One last time?”

“Last time?” He repeated, frowning in confusion.

“I know what happens next, Will,” the words left you with a ragged sort of exhale, defeated. “An errant flame must be snuffed out for its destruction. I am at your mercy.”

Hannibal removed the piece of cloth from your side, exposing where you’d been stabbed. He noticed the weapon was still buried inside, so he went to retrieve some long, thin surgical tweezers.

"And mercy you shall be granted, just this once. Your fire will not be extinguished tonight, we’ve worked much too hard to keep it kindled. Though discipline should douse that raging inferno considerably,” he leaned in close, so that you were eye to eye. “Did you have enough?”

You managed a small grin. “Never.”

He couldn’t help but smile back. “Atta girl.”

Will glared at him. “But it will not happen again. Our fondness for you is a weakness, despite our faults, forgiveness is not a mistake we will commit twice.”

“The scars shall serve as a reminder. But not to worry, we’ll keep a closer eye on you,” Hannibal reassured. “We are sorry too, isn’t that right, Will?”

Will merely nodded, reaching down to place his hand on your shoulder affectionately, fingers brushing your clavicle.

Hannibal straightened to his full height once more, the metal tweezers in his grip glinting in the light. “This is gonna hurt, darling.”

You nodded, ready to sink into delirium. “Bring it on.”

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yopigeonflyerjo · 2 years

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OG Hannibal Lecter NSFW alphabet

GO AWAY CHILDREN I DARE YALL, IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 AND GO HERE I WILL HUNT YOU FOREVER

A=Aftercare (Tending after sex)

Hannibal is not typical, at any point but at aftercare ecpeccialy. Sex, you in general inspire . He will draw when talking to you. But be ready for next round. A L W A Y S

B=Body part (Favorite body part)

It's easy to say that his favourite body part is his hands, and fingers to be more specific but that's true. He likes everything that makes him other than normal and boring. The sixth finger is one of that things. Lecter likes them even more for the pleasure they can give you.

Hannibal loves your whole body, and your body language. Doctor loves how nonobius it is. Its hard to surprise him, especially in a good way. Also your neck, he loves to kiss or lick it. Its also his favorite place to leave hickey on you.

C=Cum (Where do they cum)

Lecter likes to be messy in bed. Especially when you are one big mess. That's even kind of animalistic for him. He loves to cum all over your body.

D=Dirty Secret (Do they have any sexual secrets they keep away from you?)

Lecter have some nude polaroids of yours. You thought that you lost them years ago bu he has them meticulously hidden. Obviously he stalks, don’t think thats secret.

E=Experience (How experienced are they?)

Doctor had some woman (and men) before but it was never anything more that sex or short interest. He is pretty experienced. But main thing here is his anatomy knowledge. Trust me, after first time he knows your body better than you.

F=Favorite position (self-explanatory)

Missionary, Doctor loves to see your face,all your expressions. To hear all your moans and whisper to your ear. Also he has good access to your neck.

G=Goofy (Are they humorous in bed?)

He is goofy but in flirty way. His jokes are not broad. Also good sense of humor is one of his turn ons.

H=Hair (How well-groomed are they?)

I think he is well trimmed but not bare.

I=Intimacy (Are they romantic in bed?)

He is master of intimacy but not in… evident way. Hannibal loves to look in your eyes during cumming. Thats one of only moments that you can see in his eyes some kind of vulnerability, your heart just melts in that moments.

J=Jackoff (Do they masturbate often?)

He has well self-control, and much rather go to you than masturbate. He can resist for long time. But if you two haven’t seen for longer than week, be ready. You can’t walk for next few days.

K=Kinks (What kinks do they have?)

Shibari -he likes to see you knotted in sophisticated way

DOM - Lecter dominates in in physical and mental way

Control - Doctor loves to control any aspect of your life

Choking - he can’t imagine killing you, but he love sound of you choking his sperm

Teasing - god damn master of teasing

Overstimulation - Hannibal loves to see your boundaries (that you clearly don’t have when it comes for him).

L=Location (Where do they prefer to do it?)

E V E R Y W H E R E

Whenever you could you did it, but his fav place is is office or y’all bedroom. Bedroom is more intimate, but more often yo do it in his office. Thats only extra risk, his next patient can appear any moment.

M= Motivation (What are their turn ons?)

Doctor has many. You in short dress, someone flirting with you (especially if you get this person off in more emotional way than usual) or when you are turned on. He immediately knows when you need him. Your body betray you when it comes to Hannibal. When you try to tease him. Lecter has way better self control than you but he would never omit occasion to punish you.

N= No/Not fond of (What are their turn offs?)

Another person, he is really possessive when it comes to intimacy. Also, anything he considers gross.

O=Oral (Do they prefer to give or receive orally? How skilled are they?)

He is VERY well skilled giver. This man loves to eat you out so many times that you can’t barely stand up after. Hannibal could never reject your offer to pleasure him. Especially if you do it when he sits on his office hair. Lecter melts. But he just love eat you. (Hopefully only in this way)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Really irregular, he loves teasing you so he can go from rough to painfully slow. Sessions are never shorter than 30 minutes. He can be rough, but that doesn’t happen often.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hannibal doesn’t really like it. When he wants to pleasure you, as I said Lecter takes his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He loves to risks and experiment. Be ready for everything (that doesn’t include other people). Sex in Jack's office seems pretty risky. God, better if he doesn’t have cameras there.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hannibal has great stamina. As I said sessions are always longer than 30 minutes, and be ready for two minimum. His best was four but two or three are most of the times more than satisfying.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t really use them. You two experimented with many of them on you (him also) but none of them are as satisfying as Lecter himself and you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Master of teasing. If you two sit next to each other in some kind of dinner be ready for his hand on your body. If he is in the mood, BE READY FOR MORE. Lecter can deny you orgasm many times just to make you beg him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Hannibal isn’t scared to be vocal.

Most of the times talks much. He is good in dirty talk but god… his moans are something more.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He did fantasize about you and Will few times

Hannibal never admit it, but he never really fell loved until you and he ACCUALY NEEDS IT

You could use strap on, thats also one of his deepest hidden secrets, he liked it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A bit longer than average, but this man is skilled in anyway he can.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Really high. You two never miss a day when you two are near. But thats always something more than just fucking.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t, as I said he is more inspired than sleepy. But if you ask Hannibal he can cuddle with you until you fall asleep. He either watches you or draws.

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The Recruiting part 1 :

WARNING : VIOLENCE. MENTION OF ABUSE. MOMMY ISSUES. AND NOT FOR SENSITIVE SOULS. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

Growing up with the Hannibal Brothers had never been easy. It had mainly been a life of running and trying not to get killed in the process. You had had to survive the best you could for years, and even though the rest of the family had adhered to the cannibalism way of life…You had decided to follow Peter on that one.

It had of course been a struggle to leave the family and find your own path…but you had eventually managed. Both Hannibal Sr. and Hannibal Jr. had turned their back on you at the end—but your brothers had always supported you.

Being a Hannibal wasn’t easy. But, it had its perks.

For example, you had managed to get a job at St Louis. But, it had other advantages. First of all, the pay was unbelievably high, since everyone knew that the Hannibal family were all highly trained killers. You also had access to an impressive selection of weapons. And being a Hannibal meant that whenever one of you would get in trouble, the others would immediately drop everything and run to save them.

So, it may have not been a walk in the park, but you were thankful for your family. But then again, you also had duties. For example, your job wasn't nursing. It wasn't even in the medical field.

No. You were a tracker.

Your job was to hunt down patients or potential elements of interest and bring them back to St Louis. So far, you had managed to trap low-key criminals, but they had sent you another—more difficult—case.

The Sinclair Brothers.

50 years of tracking, and none had succeeded in retrieving them. But, they were alive. The many boxes full of different parts of the old trackers were regularly sent to the hospital to taunt you. And the hospital had finally called upon you to try to finish the job. So, you had had no choice but jump in the first car and drive off to the middle of nowhere. You had of course texted your brothers before going—in case they'd worry.

You were now on the road and turned right on the A25 to get towards Ambrose. You kept driving until you were close enough to the spot where the past agents had disappeared. However, you didn't count on the big rusty nails to puncture your tire and send you straight into the bushes.

After a few minutes, you gained back consciousness and groaned loudly at the pain you felt all over your body. You looked around and spotted a truck that had stopped a few feet away from you. You blinked twice before trying to reach for your gun that you hid underneath your blazer at the last second.

A man knocked at your window a few seconds later and you took a deep breath before slowly looking up—only to find none other than Lester Sinclair himself standing there. You knew he was more of a side character to the whole story of the Sinclair twins—but it didn't mean you would underestimate him. You slowly lowered your front window and he quickly introduced himself.

"Well, hey there. The name's Lester. Nice to meet y...", he stopped dead in his introduction as he took a better look at you. The man seemed taken aback upon seeing you—his eyes traveling along your body before licking his lips rather lewdly.

"Ya' a girl ?", he finally asked and you blinked twice at the rather odd statement. He seemed genuinely surprised by your gender. As if the fact that you had two X chromosomes was an utter shock to him.

"...Yes ?", you answered hesitantly and Lester smiled widely before looking you up and down once more—as if he couldn't believe it. It had been years since the last girl he had succeeded in trapping. They were like white rabbits. Precious and rare.

"...So pretty. Like a princess.", he complimented you out of nowhere and you let out a small awkward chuckle. You weren't shabby, but truly unworthy of such a praise. Besides, the way he was looking at you gave you the creeps. His smile was crooked, and even though you didn't think he would do anything so soon—you wouldn’t put it past any of the Sinclair brothers. The twins were the true murderers, but he was the hound.

"Hum...Thanks ?", you answered after a while and tried to hide your feelings the best you could. His face was so close to yours—you could feel his hot breath hit your damp skin. The weather was extremely warm for a Saturday afternoon, and having Lester Sinclair so close to you didn't help in anything. He mistook your light shivering for fear of being stranded here and chuckled before opening your door.

"Ain't nothin' te worry 'bout. I know a good mechanic in town. He'll fix ya car right up. You'll be back on the road fast. Trust me."

For some reason, you didn't really believe him. But, you had a job to do. You smiled and nodded before getting out of the car. But, you stood up too fast and almost fell forward. However, Lester caught you and grinned as you practically clamped your fingers around his forearms.

"Wah, lady. Don't worry. I'll help ya keep yerself on yer toes." His smile broadened and he came impossibly close to you. You were surprised and instinctively palmed the gun at your belt. His eyes followed the movement and his smile faltered for a second.

"Ah. That explains it." He seemed a lot less amiable all of a sudden and his smile faltered a bit as his grip tightened. "Ya must be here to look for yer buddies, right ?"

"...Buddies ?", you asked—unsure of what he meant by that. He almost dropped you and you could see he was annoyed.

"Yeh. Soldiers. Big guys who came to gettus to sum hospital outta town ?" He clicked his tongue in annoyance and you frowned at his accusation.

"Hum...I'm not here to bring you anywhere. Just...taking a look around and ask you why you keep sending us their heads in a box ?" Lester's grip on you tightened as he almost dragged you to his truck.

"...'Cause ya ain't takin' us three away from home." He then threw you unceremoniously in the back of his truck and you gulped.

Well, that turned out to be a dumb decision.

But, headquarters had been adamant on their decision to be sending you alone. And now...you were trapped. You sighed and hit the back of your head against the headrest…It was going to be a long day.

Once you were in town, Lester parked the truck in a garage and humphed unhappily as he saw that it was empty. Bo must have gone for a smoke again. He shook his head disapprovingly. He had told him not to do that again…

"Stay here.", he instructed you before slamming the door shut and locking the truck behind him. He left and you gritted your teeth before trying to get yourself out the car by the window. You squeezed your head through and sighed when you realized...you were never going to get your whole body through. Unfortunately, you also realized that you couldn't get your head back in. You let out a loud frustrated groan while trying to wiggle yourself back in...until you heard a voice next to you.

"Well, hello there, ~stranger. Needa hand ?", the stranger that you couldn't see asked. You huffed a humorless laugh before replying sarcastically.

"Ya think ?!" That made the stranger laugh in return before he appeared at the corner of your eye—a large smile plastered on his face.

"That any way to ask someone fer help ?", he teased while wiping his dirty hands in a rag. You looked him up and down—as much as you could in your current situation—before asking.

"Are you Beauregard Sinclair ?"

His right eye twitched at the name...it had been a while since anyone had called him by his full name. He finally faced you fully and bent down to be at eye level with you. He tilted his head to the side and you could now smell the heavy scent of cigarette—as well as the faint sweet fragrance of bubblegum chewing gum.

"Cleve' one, aintcha ?", he mocked and you repressed the urge to roll your eyes. You both stayed silent, until Bo took a deep breath. He stood up straight and tutted playfully. "Too bad ya got stuck. Could have convinced me ya really were."

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply through your nose to calm yourself. He was playing games with you.

"Are you really going to let me stay like this ?" He pretended to think about it before shrugging.

"Depends. Are ya gonna tell me why a' here ?", he retorted and you groaned again before replying.

"I already told your brother. I'm here to find out why you've been declining our offer. The hospital would provide everything for you. You'd live like kings. Pampered. You'd be offered a brand new life surrounded by people who understand your problems..."

You realized your poor choice of words too late as the slight amusement in Bo's eyes turned into coldness. It made you shiver as he slowly leaned closer and made sure you hear his next words carefully.

"Who understand our problems, huh ? And pray tell, whata kinda problems are those exactly ?", he emphasized the word problem—as if to pinpoint the exact moment you had signed your death warrant. Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to answer—but no sound came out. You weren't a damn doctor ! How were you supposed to tell him that he was a psycho murderer without making it sound the way it did ?!

"Listen...I didn't mean to sound judgmental or aggressive...I was just sent to convince you and...", you started.

"Yeh ? Well, yar doin' a terrible job at it.", he cut you off and your jaw twitched. That little...You took another deep inhale before trying to rephrase.

"Listen. I'm sorry. I just..."

"Yeh ? Ya' sorry ? Good fer ya'.", he cut you off again and this time, you glared daggers at him and didn't shy away from his gaze. Enough was enough. He would hear you.

"Listen here—!", you started and Bo immediately pulled out a switch knife from his breast pocket and pressed the sharp edge to your throat.

"I'm listenin'.", he said with a sh*t-eating grin and you closed your eyes. This was going nowhere. He didn't want to listen, and you had had more than enough...to die here. Your head stuck between the top of some truck door and the window. You stayed silent and even though, your eyes spoke mountains once they opened. If looks could kill ? Bo would be long gone. He could feel your anger and Bo's grin widened.

"Ya a tough one, aintcha sunshine ?"

Most girls he had his knife against their throat usually cried or begged...Oh. He had fun with some of them, telling them he would let them go if they showed him how sorry they were. But, he usually got bored easily. He smiled at the memory of their gruesome deaths and his smile sent shivers down your spine.

"Good. Am gonna have lots of fun with ya fer sure."

You didn't reply to his obvious provocation and Bo whistled appreciatively.

"And she a fast learner too !"

He then retrieved the knife from your throat and replaced it with his hand. He laughed as he saw the way you desperately gasped for air. There was something truly hypnotic about the way a human being would always fight for life. It was instinct. But, Bo never had that instinct.

His mother had once tried to drown him, and he'd have let her. He knew he was born wrong. But, he wouldn't let anyone tell him about his problems—especially not people from some hospital. He had had his fair share of doctors and so-called professionals telling him about what was wrong with him. None of them ever tried to help—or could find a goddamn solution. So, he wouldn't let another one of those useless fuckers tell him about HIS problems. They had no right.

He leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

"I ain't goin' to yer fuckin' hospital. And we ain't ever leavin' Ambrose, got that—ya stupid b*tch ?"

Left with no choice, you complied and nodded. Bo finally released you and left you there—your head still trapped and now spinning. Your last thoughts before blacking out going to your brothers. They must be worried sick. You had promised to call them as soon as you had arrived—and they knew you were of the ponctual type. You closed your eyes and sent them a silent apology.

Looks like you might not be coming back home this time...

A few hours later :

You opened your eyes to find that you had switched location. You were now tied down to a chair with tape on your mouth. You tried to wiggle yourself out—but failed. You could hear voices coming from downstairs. You were far from the door but, you could still make out the voices.

"Bo. She ain't all that bad. Maybe, we can keep this one ? She seems nice enough."

Lester. He seemed to be defending you. He was probably the less violent of all the Sinclairs. He had a very distinctively gentleness to his voice that was lacking in his brother's who replied.

"Yeh. Nice like a goddamn dog about to bite the hand that feeds. Don't be an idiot, Lessy. She's a fuckin' pest—like the rest ev 'em."

You should have known Bo would be difficult to dissuade. He had already held a knife to your throat, you knew the man was just begging for an excuse to get rid of you. To think your salvation came from one of the Sinclair brothers—the one who had brought here in the first place—was laughable. However, you had no choice but hope that Lester was as great at convincing than he was at luring people into Ambrose.

"Come on. Jus' be nice.", he tried again and Bo humphed grumpily in response.

"Ya really too soft, Lessy..."

You then heard a door slam shut and footsteps coming your way. You quickly scooted back and tried to leave as much space as possible between you and the door—just in case it was Bo who had decided to finish the job. Thankfully, it was Lester who came in and looked surprised as he saw you awake. He chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck with one hand while the other was holding a plate.

"Ya awake.", he stated.

He then approached you—but stopped when he saw your eyes widen in fear. He stayed a few seconds frozen in place before attempting a reassuring smile.

"Sorry ya 'ed to hear all 'at. Ma brothe' can be one stubborn mule sumtimes..."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at that. That. He was. Stubborn prick. Lester seemed to find your obvious agreement humorous and he smiled before crouching in front of you.

"But, don' worry. Vince seems te think it's a good idea to keep ya too." He raised his hands to gesture to the tape tightly secured over your mouth. "Am gonna feed ya now. Promise ya won't bite me ?"

You frowned. What was their deal ? Did they think of you as some kind of feral pet ? You shook your head and he smiled weakly before removing the tape of your mouth. He then brought a spoonful of what looked like scrambled eggs to your lips.

"Come on. Open wide.", he instructed and—left with little alternative—you indulged. He seemed happy when you opened your mouth and accepted the food. You chewed slowly and your eyes didn't leave Lester's who shied away first.

"Sorry 'bout kidnapping ya and stuff...Jus' couldn't leave ya when I saw that yer one of those people."

Aww...The kidnapper apologizing for kidnapping you. Wow. Not like he had do it so many times before. But, you'd play along for now.

"It's okay. I understand.", you replied with a weak smile and Lester beamed at you before taking another spoonful and bringing it to you mouth. Soon, you fell into a rhythm and even though you both fell silent—he didn't seem to mind. He kept staring at you and it didn't bother you as much as you thought it would.

"Ya know...I meant it." You frowned in confusion and were about to ask what he was talking about when he scratched his throat and clarified.

"When I said ya pretty."

You stayed inexpressive at first until the corners of your mouth twitched upwards. You attempted a smile that you knew wouldn't be real convincing for anyone else—but it seemed to be enough for Lester who smiled back. But then, he seemed to remember where he was and apologized once more before putting the tape back on your face.

"Not too tight ?", he was courteous enough to ask and even though you knew better than to complain—your eyes said it all. Lester gave you a sympathetic smile. "Yeh. I know it ain't real comfortable. But, don' worry. You'll be allowed out of the room once we sure we can trust ya."

'And when would that be ?' You wanted to ask, but Lester was out of the room in a flash. You were left alone with your thoughts and looked up at the ceiling—counting three spiderwebs. Three spiders. Three brothers.

One fly.

Time lapse :

Lester kept coming to feed you every day after that. Bo didn't seem to want to get involved and the last brother had still not made his appearance. But, it was fine. You were fine with your one-on-one conversations with the youngest Sinclair. Besides, he usually talked about his brothers.

"Vince burned his hand with the wax again. I swear he's doin' it on purpose to annoy Bo.", Lester told you and you both laughed a little. He had been sharing daily stories of him and his brothers. There wasn't any useful information per say, but having another voice was helping keeping you sane. Lester kept feeding you spoon-by-spoon. At this point, you were certain he was doing it more for his personal enjoyment than anything. He then seemed to realize something as he asked next.

"Dya have any siblings ?"

You bit back a laugh at the memory of your brothers. It had been weeks already and you were sure they were now trying to track you down...but you weren't going to say that. Instead, you nodded.

"Three. Morgan is the oldest. A true gentleman. A doctor. Kevin is the second. A little mischievous. But, he can be really funny at times. And Peter...Peter is nice. He is a good little brother. Very skittish sometimes, but also very kind." You smiled and tried not to cry at the memory of your brothers. Lester seemed to notice your sadness as he suddenly seemed very uncomfortable.

"...Ya mus' miss 'em very much." You nodded in confirmation and Lester looked away guiltily before kicking invisible dust off the floor. He removed his hat and ran his fingers through his dirty blond hair.

"Ain't they goin' to come lookin' fer ya ?" You considered lying, but knew it wouldn't make a difference. The Sinclairs would never leave Ambrose willingly. They had made that pretty clear.

"Yes. Knowing my family, they'd be here any day now."

Lester stayed silent for a moment and you tilted your head to observe his expression very closely. He seemed to be thinking hard about something. He suddenly got up and opened his mouth—but reconsidered. He then walked out and you frowned as you heard yelling a few minutes later.

Then, another door slamming and the sound of an engine. The truck left.

You sighed and looked up at the ceiling. You were wondering when your family would come pick you up ?

The next morning :

"Getup, woman. Ya gonna cook for us."

That was your good morning from Bo. You didn't even realize that you were without restrains until Bo nudged your ankle with his foot.

"Hurry up."

You glared up at him, but still got up and walked towards the door. Bo had his shotgun in hand and you knew he wouldn't be afraid to use it.

"What do you want me to do ?", you asked as you arrived in what seemed to be the kitchen.

"Breakfast. Ya women know how to do 'at, right ?", Bo crudely replied before sitting down next to Vincent.

"That is some sexist bullsh*t.", you shot back and it earned you a nasty glare from Bo.

"Yeh ? Too bad."

'Sexist pig.' You thought before looking inside the cupboards. You could probably make some toasts ? You decided to try and smiled as you found a toaster hidden behind a pickle jar. You then proceeded to put some jam on the toasts. Bo picked one up and brought it to his mouth before smirking.

"Not half bad. Looks like you’ll be useful after all !" He then quickly ate his whole plate before standing up and giving a look to Vincent. It meant 'don't leave her out of your sight' and Vincent nodded in agreement. Vincent then took a bite too and finished his plate as well—but in silence.

He kept staring at you all day after that while you walked around. He wouldn't let you out of the house—but that was to be expected. Otherwise, he seemed easy to please and liked it when you did chores. He seemed to be happy when you decided to clean their clothes and his eyes even narrowed as you took the time to give a little attention to the many artistic endeavors displayed on the shelves. He was eager to point to each of his favorites and seemed excited when you gave each one a compliment.

You then waited until Lester or Bo came home before preparing dinner—helped by Vincent of course.

You hence became the official housewife. That was your life now. Lester was rarely seen, but when he came back he usually cooked. It made you realize that maybe the reason you had been made the only cook of the house was because none of the twins knew how to cook. And with your new job came advantages. You could now sleep on a bed (with the door locked of course) and no more restrains for now. At first, you thought weird that Lester didn’t come by as often as he used to—but you assumed he was trying to find victims. Because, that was their way of doing things. Lester would go and fetch. Bo would welcome and kill. And Vincent would turn them into wax dolls for their horror museum. You shivered at the sole thought of that horrible place. You had seen glimpses of it in the files. It wasn’t pretty.

One night, as you were sleeping—you felt two arms wrap around you from behind. You were too scared to move and didn’t—even when you felt the man nuzzle the back of your ear. He took a big breath and then moaned out.

"Mama…"

You closed your eyes shut and held back the tears as the man started holding you closer. You had seen photographs of the Sinclair's mother. You had read their backstories. They all had mommy and daddy issues. It was hard to really identify the voice. But, it oddly sounded like a distorted version of Bo’s. But, it wasn’t him. You were sure of it. The man was never careful about his gestures—whereas the hands travelling your body were soft and gentle. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant…Just awkward. And whoever that was, it wasn’t Lester. So, it only left you with one option.

"…Vincent ?"

He squeezed your hip in reply—as if to confirm. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes once more. There was no use fighting it. Vincent had always been his mother’s favorite and it was only normal he would find you to ressemble the only female figure he ever had in his life. What you found odd however was how he tightened his grip on you and seemed to be a little too…eager.

"Need you..."

Your eyes snapped open as he whimpered those words next to your ear and started grinding against your thigh. Well—shit. That was certainly unexpected. You thought back on a file you had found on some rumour that had never been confirmed about ‘Mama Sinclair’ and how she would often invite younger men into her bed. Had she…?

You felt sick just thinking about it and suddenly turned around to face Vincent who seemed stunned at being caught. You stared each other in the eyes and suddenly, you reached forward for his mask. He seemed to recoil at first—but finally allowed you to. When you removed it, you let out a soft gasp at the tear-filled eyes of Vincent Sinclair. His surgical scar was covering half of his face and made him look like a monster—but his eyes were the ones of a child.

"M'sorry, mama...", he whimpered pathetically and you felt a lump in your throat.

Fuck.

You didn’t know how to react and Vincent mistook your lack of reaction for horror. He humphed unhappily and tried to grab his mask—but you refused. Vincent was obviously upset and if you could gain another Sinclair’s sympathy…you would. You slowly hugged the man and tried to soothe him by petting his head gently.

"It's okay, Vincent...Ssh...You're alright."

It seemed to work as he tightened his hold on you and slowly drifted off to sleep. You also slowly closed your eyes—unaware of the other pair of eyes watching you in the dark.

Bo stared at the both of you for a while before he tsskd—feeling a pang of jealousy in his chest. It was the same when they were little. Vincent would always get all the love and affection. It upset him to see things being the same years later. And, worst part is ? You were taking advantage of it to make his brothers turn against him.

"...Fuckin' b*tch.", he spat hatefully before turning around to leave.

He'd make you regret ever making a fool out of him. He rummaged through the different things Lester had collected over the years from the various people they had killed and—sure enough—he found your bag. He didn't hesitate before looking inside it for anything interesting and frowned as he found a little box with written in neat cursive letter:

To my dearest sister,

From : Your favorite brother.

He opened the box and his eyes widened at the content. He carefully retrieved the emerald bracelet and raised it so he may look at it better in the moonlight. It was really pretty...the type of things mama would have killed for. The diamonds were sparkling and Bo smiled at it. Mama liked pretty things like that.

He closed it around his wrist and was uncharacteristically gentle as he stroked the smooth stones. He admired it, but his smile faded quickly as he realized that the pretty thing was contrasting with his marred skin. His ugly scars. It made him frustrated and even mad. His mama had never ever given him anything but pain, and the only things she ever owned never were as precious as this. He considered giving it back to you in pieces—but reconsidered. He held the jewelry closer to his chest and imagined it was a gift from you. If Vince could cuddle with you and Lester could have your little private meetings—it was only fair he'd have something from you too...right ?

It would be...unfair.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

It would be unfair if he was the only unwanted one this time around as well, right ?

The next morning :

Bo came into the kitchen and you tried to smile—but it felt very fake. And Bo wasn't fooled. He sat down—sprawled proudly like the bastard he was...waiting for the breakfast you dreamt of dumping on his head. Instead, you placed the plate of pancakes in front of him and—even though he hadn't complained once since you had taken the role of home cook—he seemed disgusted this time around. He stared at the plate for several seconds before asking.

"What the hell is that ?!", he asked rudely and glared at you.

"Pancakes.", you replied shortly and Bo's face flushed as you dared openly provoke him. He threw the plate to the floor and it shattered into pieces. You flinched and the noise alarmed Vincent who came in and looked surprised at the shattered plate. He almost mourned the delicious pancakes.

"DO THEM AGAIN !", Bo yelled—a vein threatening to burst on the side of his forehead.

You sighed and were about to comply—not wishing to fight Bo anymore. But then, you eyes caught the bracelet around his wrist and your eyes widened in shock. You then looked up slowly at Bo and your jaw twitched as you told him with chilling calmness.

"Give. It. Back." You spelled each word carefully—on the brink of rage. You had never tried to hurt any of the Sinclairs before, but you would for that bracelet. It was a gift. The last gift from your brother. The twins seemed surprised by your sudden change in demeanor, but Bo huffed a mocking laugh.

"And what if I don't, heh ? Whatcha gonna do 'bout it ?"

They were taken by surprise when you slowly lowered yourself to the ground to pick up one of the pieces of the broken plate and raised it towards them.

"GIVE IT BACK !"

Suddenly, Bo could feel that he had crossed a line. But, it didn't make a difference. He was still stronger than you, and you both knew it. He stood up and grabbed your arm—forcing you to drop the sharp object. He then dragged you to your old room and ignored all of your pleas as your skin bruised from all the pulling. You desperately tried to get him to let go, but he gritted his teeth and tightened his hold on you.

"Ya can't behave ? Fine. Guess we' back to the 'tied up' gig."

Vincent tried to stop him, but Bo shrugged him off and dragged you back to the attic. He then locked the both of you inside while you could hear Vince whine and pound on the door. But, Bo put his threat into execution and tied you up once more. You tried to fight back and in a moment of madness, you dared kick him in the chin. The both of you were shocked by what had just happened and Bo's jaw twitched. At that moment, every survival instinct in your body screamed at you to do something, before Bo decided you weren't as useful as he thought...

"I'm sorry. I...", you tried to apologize—but Bo didn't leave you a chance to finish. He slapped you.

You were shocked at first at the sensation. As far as you had lived in the house, Bo had never raised a hand on you. There was a significant change in his behavior pattern and you were suspicious it had something to do with what had happened last night.

"That what I get fer listenin' to Lessy's fuckin' advice on leavin' ye b*tch a chance.", he spat spitefully before finishing tying you up—his eyes devoid of any mercy or sympathy.

You had gained the two other Sinclairs over, and you thought it would be enough. But, you had forgotten the biggest threat of them all. Beauregard Sinclair was more than a killer—he liked seeing people suffer. It was an addiction. But, he didn't like to suffer. And you should have known that getting closer to his other two brothers and forgetting about him would be a mistake. It would hurt him.

"Why do you keep me then ? If I'm such a b*tch. Just kill me already.", you finally challenged him—you cheek warming up and your eyes burning. You knew it was risky to ask, but you really wanted to understand. Bo seemed the less inclined to keep you, but he had never dared to go against his two brothers until now. Was he afraid they might turn the backs on him ? If so, you might use it to your advantage. Bo sighed before looking at the floor intensely—as if deep in thought.

"Let me ask ya sumthin', sunshine. Have ya seen any woman around here ?"

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. Well...Since most of the inhabitants were wax people...No. Not really.

"Hum...No ?", you replied after a while and Bo huffed a cruel laugh as he stared down at you. The way he was looking at you made you wish you had thought twice before opening your mouth.

"Exactly. We alone. We men. And we ain't seen a woman in more than 15 years...Ya followin' ma logic' ?"

Realization hit you like a freight train and it was like a bucket of cold ice being thrown at your face. The only reason you were still alive was because you were one of the only women who had stepped foot on Sinclair territory. Lester saw you as some pretty thing, Vincent as the reincarnation of whatever twisted relationship he had with his dead mother and Bo...You didn't want to know what he saw you as. You leaned your head back to scream at the top of your lungs.

"...HELP ! HELP !"

Bo chuckled at your miserable attempt to get help and caught your face with his hand, trapping you within his personal space.

"And she' loud. That' good. We like loud in this family. But, not too much. So, keep yer mouth shut if ya wanna liv', yeh ?", he threatened and you nodded vividly. You just wanted to live. You hadn't done half of the things you wanted to do.

"You're making a huge mistake. They'll come for me, Bo.", you tried to sound threatening—but it came out weak. He didn't know who you were talking about. And truth was ? He probably didn't even care.

"Lettem come. They'll have one hell of a surprise.", he confirmed your hypothesis on his 'no fuck given' mindset. He then slammed the door shut after him and you looked up at the ceiling with tears in your eyes. Your cheek stung from where you had been struck and you felt terrible—but you were still alive. You would take a win where you could.

You stayed in the darkness for hours until the door opened and someone entered. It wasn’t Bo or Vincent, this shadow wasn’t menacing or tall. The presence was almost soothing as you knew it to be friendly.

"…Lester ?", you called out and the shadow stopped dead in its tracks. Suddenly, you were blinded by the blaring light and blinked several times before looking up at Lester. At the sight of your black eye, Lester seemed to pity you and slowly started to stroke the bruised side of your face.

"Oh no...What happened ? Did Bo do this ?", asked—even though he already knew the answer. His lips tightened into a thin line and he wordlessly got out of the room and returned with a wet rag. You hissed when he applied the cold material to the bruise and he apologised in a low muttering. You stayed silent until a tear rolled down your cheek.

"I'm going to die here...", you told him after a while and Lester stopped his ministrations to shake his head.

"Hey hey...Ssh...Ya ain't dyin'. Not on my watch." You knew he was trying to reassure you—but you were tired. You also knew you would come to regret it later, but you snapped.

"HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW, HUH ?! YOU LEFT ME HERE ! YOU LEFT ME WITH HIM ! IT'S YOUR FAULT !" He flinched as you started yelling at him—but didn't stop taking care of the swelling. He knew he deserved your painful words. He had left you. But, it was too late now. What was done was done.

"Shoulda been there but, I wasn' 'caus Bo's right. Am too soft." He seemed so vulnerable as he confessed it—it rendered you speechless. Lester was now staring at his hands on his lap and seemed on the brink of tears too as he confessed. "That night when ya told me 'bout yer brothes'...I wanted to release ya. Bo told me I was bein' an idiot...maybe he right. Maybe, am jus' an idiot."

You wanted to be mad at him. Tell him that he was right. Hurt him like they hurt you...but, Lester seemed so pathetic. You realized you couldn't.

He made you think of Peter.

"You're not...an idiot. He is. You kidnapped me, remember ?", you tried to smile—but it hurt your cheeks by how fake it was. You weren't happy, but something about Lester made you pity him. Lester seemed surprised as you tried to comfort him and offered you a crooked smile of his own.

The pitiful sight he was offering made you heart skip a beat for some reason.

And then, you kissed him.

You were taken by a sudden urge of madness that made you lean forward and kiss the man. There was no real goal or reason. There wasn't any hidden intent. You just...wanted to feel less alone.

"W...What did ya do that fer ?", he asked when you pulled away—dumbfounded.

You shrugged in response.

Between Bo and Vincent, you really didn't have a chance at convincing them of letting you go...but, Lester...Lester was different. He had tried to help you, and you would get allies wherever you could get them.

Until your brothers arrived that was.

Lester stayed frozen for a few seconds before it seemed to dawn on him what had just happened. His ears and cheeks suddenly flushed red and he grinned from ear to ear. He didn't really know why you had done it, but he was happy to have had his first kiss with an actual woman. He had arrived to a point where he thought he would have to use one of Vincent's pieces of art as practice...He giggled to himself before looking up at the sky. Even his ma had told him that he would never find a woman. Well, he did find one.

He then looked around and frowned as he realized you were back in the attic. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before looking back up at you. He then pondered if he should move you ? Bo had locked you up, but he felt bad leaving you up there for the night.

He then took a decision and decided to untie you. He was afraid you might try to escape—but you were strangely docile. You knew you were surrounded by a forest that ran far beyond what you could see. And the Sinclairs knew the forest better than anyone. It would only be a matter of time before any of them caught up with you.

Lester lead you to the bedroom you had been staying in on Bo's good days. And then, something clicked as you saw something you had failed to noticed before...the sweet smell. Your bedroom smelt like old cheap perfume and something else—something rotten. And there were multiple pictures of Bo and Vincent in the room—but none of Lester.

You knew who that room belonged to now.

"It was your mother's.", you voiced your conclusion out loud and Lester stopped dead in his tracks before nodding slowly.

"Yeh. It was."

There was a certain bitterness in the way he had said that. Bo and Vincent seemed to worship their parents...but, you handy heard Lester talk about them once. There was also no recording whatsoever of their relationship.

It was like...he had never existed for them.

You opened your mouth to ask—but one look from him and you knew better than to go through with it. He lead you to the bed and—much like Vincent—started cuddling you. But, you knew he didn't see anyone else but you at that moment. It wasn't like Vincent who saw you as his 'mama' or Bo who seemed to hate your guts just for reminding him of her...He held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

It made you unconsciously smile and you finally closed your eyes. You both fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the morning :

Bo joined Vincent in the kitchen and almost spit out his coffee at the sight of three men in the street. He frowned and remembered your earlier discussion.

You said they would come.

"Well, I'd be damned ! The b*tch was right. Those idiots came.", Bo said with a mixture of surprise and amusement as he spied the men from the window. From where he was standing, those three kids would barely qualify as a threat. They looked like church boys on their way to Sunday mass. He chuckled and shook his head slowly before grabbing his shotgun.

"Ready to defend our home, Vince ? We goin' to have some fun.", he grinned widely before running upstairs. Time to greet their guests with the proper welcome they were due…

"LESSY ! GET YER BUTT OVER HERE !" You heard Bo’s lovely voice calling Lester from downstairs and he almost fell off the bed. When Bo barged in and spotted the two of you together—he saw red.

"REALLY, LESSY ?! REALLY ?!" He took Lester by the ear and dragged him out of the bedroom. He then told Vince to stay and watch over you—which he agreed to. You walked to the window and smiled as you saw the three familiar figures.

They were so screwed now.

Outside :

"So...That is the infamous Ambrose ? Not going to lie. It is far less impressive than I thought. I am disappointed.", Morgan stated while looking disdainfully at the little houses all glued together by dust and dirt.

"We're not here for tourism, Mo'. Besides, there are plenty of spider webs and you know how much I don't like spiders...", Peter replied while dusting his shoulders for the third time since they had entered the town.

"AND I'VE BEEN ATTACKED BY AT LEAST 50 MOSQUITOES SINCE WE ENTERED THIS DAMN FOREST !", Kevin complained loudly behind them before slapping dead the mosquito that had had the misfortune of landing on his arm.

Morgan rolled his eyes in response and deplored his brothers' lack of appreciation for Mother Nature.

"You savages should learn to appreciate your surroundings. Besides, remember why we're here. Y/N was spotted around those parts."

Suddenly, Bo got out of the house and all the Hannibal Brothers' eyes were suddenly on him.

"Heya strangers ! Welcome to Ambrose !", he welcomed them with a huge grin—but shadow of his cap his his eyes from view. Morgan frowned suspiciously.

"Hello there. We were wondering if you wouldn’t have seen our sister around here recently ? Tall/Short/Average height. Blond/Brunette/Dark-haired. Curly/Wavy/Straight hair. E/C.", he asked and Bo pretended to think about it for a moment before shaking his head.

"Nop’. Sorry. Ain’t ringin’ any bells. Besides, we ain't gettin' many visitors around those parts.", he replied—but Morgan wasn't convinced. Kevin snorted rather rudely beside him before snickering.

"Yeah...Really surprising."

Peter smiled and Morgan glared at the both of them before returning his attention on the man.

"I see. Thank you for your help."

Bo tilted his head in acknowledgement and nodded shortly.

"No prob'. Hope ya do find her." He raised his hand to bide them farewell—unexpecting it when a knife was suddenly throw at him and pierced his hand.

"SON OF A BITCH !", he shouted loudly before taking cover behind his truck. Bo took a deep breath before slowly looking in the review mirror. It was the oldest one that had thrown the knife, and by the look on his face ? The kid was damn not regretting it. He shook his head before pulling the knife out and bandaging the wound with his handkerchief. He then sighed heavily before letting his curiosity get the best of him.

"What gave me away ?", he asked and Morgan took a moment before finally replying.

"…The bracelet you are wearing. I gave it to her." Bo chuckled to himself as he looked at the bracelet around his wrist. Perceptive kid...

"Ya know ya ain’t leavin’ this town alive, right ?", he told them and was answered by Kevin's snicker and the sound of a gun being loaded.

"…We’ll see about that.", Morgan simply replied as he got out another knife from underneath his lapel coat. Kevin smirked as he knew what was about to go down and took out his bow and arrows. Peter had his gun pointed towards Bo's truck and at that moment, they all unconsciously smiled.

It seemed Ambrose wouldn't be as disappointing after all.

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(( Part 7 of Hannibal: A Heart That Bleeds Gold

It was so peaceful..... for once in his life Will felt as if he could stay in this state forever. Everything was dark, he couldn't see a thing in front of him at all. He felt as if he was floating in a world he never knew was real....yet it felt so familiar.

That's when Will saw something move in the dark and then it got closer and closer till he saw a younger version of himself. It was that poor little boy all those years ago. That little boy with no family, no life, and no hope.

" I'm sorry"

The young Will said softly as he looked down " I'm so sorry for leaving.... I didn't mean to...I've never meant to! I just wanted to go see the world? Just a little! Even from the window.... please, give me one more chance! I'll do better! I'll give you what you want! You wanna be like...like a God? Right? I'll do it! I'll look deep inside! And I'll make you one! "

Will stumbled back confused at the words of his younger self. That's when it hit him...this boy wasn't talking to him.

Will remembered this moment and he knew who would be behind him. Will step to the side and glanced to where his younger self was shouting at and saw James " ....this is a... dream? A flashback? " Will said softly

" I went to where you told me! I saw the spirits! I was so close to speaking with God! Yet he was so so so far" the younger Will cried out " but I'll try again! I'll make you proud!....w....we can....we can be a family..... you said you'll be my papa if I did what you wanted! I'm doing it! So...so you'll be my papa? Yes? Even if I mess up?"

" are you done speaking? " James voice was cold and his face showed no emotion. " you really think I want to be family with someone like you? A curse? You can't even do anything right yet you wish to be my son? You go against my orders....you go to the window when I've told you many times don't go to it" James walked over to younger Will and toward over him" little boys like you need to be taught lessons.... I know~ that little friend of yours yes? Let me go speak to him"

" NO NO NOT ALEX " this time it wasn't younger Will that said that.... no it was the older Will " please... James " Will reached out for James but stopped half way when he saw his younger self and James turn to him and say

" you're not supposed to be here "

And then that's when Will felt a slam of life go into his body and he jolted up in bed gasping loudly. His heart going crazy as he grabbed at his blanket.

" Will!? " hurried steps came up to a door before it was almost slammed open. Hannibal rushed in going right to Will " Will calm down " he reached for the other and gentle touched his cheek " hush....shhhh " he pulled Will into an embrace and runs his fingers through Will brown curly hair " you're safe now.... I promise you you're safe "

Will didn't even know how to respond to this at all. Though, his body physically started to calm down as he leans against Hannibal. Wills head rested against Hannibals chest as he takes deep breaths " .... sorry" he whispers and closed his eyes " sorry I didn't mean to....to just act up like that " he pushed away from Hannibal gently " where are we? " Will looked around the room confused, till he saw a window. I mean after the dream he had he probably didn't even want to go to a window but Will did. He got up and walked towards it hearing the familiar sounds of chickens screaming about, children running to school, people shouting out prices for their goods, and those damn church bells

" were....in Luna? " Will whispers as he looked out the window in shock. That's when it hit him.... he had ran to the village to find something out... to see if James was alive and he was " what happened?

" Will you shouldn't get out of bed just yet" Hannibal said yet he sat on the bed smiling softly as he admired Will.... there was something attractive about Will being distressed and confused " I would also like an answer to that question as well. You just passed out right in the middle of the road. You were near a church " Hannibal takes out his watch " there was a man.... I think a priest " he taps the watch gently with his finger " he said your name.... he was going to take you into the church but I stopped him and said you are under my protection"

Hannibal gets off of the bed walking to Will " and that I can't let you out my sight, not even for a small second " he brushed his hand against Will and gentle pulls Will away from the window

" so why didn't you take me back to the kingdom? Why did you stay here? " Will asked and moves his hand from Hannibal as he takes a step back

" well because the priest asked if we could have dinner with him tonight " Hannibal smiled and allowed Will to get his space....at least for now " and you did run here so that means you wanted to stay here....you know it's very weird that you know this village is here. Not many golds know of this village at all...actually, this village is on no maps or anything so how did you know it was here? "

Now Will was taken back with fear and worry. Fear because the priest asked for dinner with them and worry because Hannibal was getting onto him " I could ask the same for you.... how do you know of this village? You're acting like you've known of this village more then I have "

" oh my dear Will~ I know of this village because I'm a commander sweetie " Hannibal hums softly " now, how do you know of this village? You're just a profiler~ how does a profiler know so much about the outside world~

" stop it.... just leave me alone! I just...I had a feeling there was something around the area and I followed my instinct" Will turns away annoyed now by everything. Who the hell did Hannibal think he was!? The damn king!? " maybe you should just stick your nose somewhere else and leave me out of whatever you're thinking I've done " Will marched towards the bedroom door pissed off till he felt Hannibals hands icy cold on his skin.

Will stumbled back when he got yanked by the arm and his back slams right into Hannibals chest. " what the hell do you think you're doing!? LEAVE ME ALONE

" you've lied to me so many times in just this conversation alone~ and I've warned you already about how I hate when people lie to me" Hannibal tightens his grip against Will and gently brushed his lips against Wills ear " naughty boys needs to be punished~ " he bits Will ear " but I hate breaking things I like~

" what?" Will felt a shiver go through his whole body at the feeling of Hannibals touch " let me go! I'm done with this shit! You think you can just get away doing this to me!? " Wills eyes widen when he got bit lucky for him it wasn't enough to get blood to leak

" doing what? Disciplining a man that lies? "

Will rolled his eyes at that statement" and what have I lied about to you? Mr. Saint" he growled

Hannibal chuckled softly and sighs " about this village~ about most of everything really~ it's funny that you say you just felt like there was something here because it's so hard to get to this village. Our kingdom works hard to keep this village a secret and only the reds that live here know the path to get in~ yet someone like you~ thats never supposedly left the kingdom and went outside its walls till now has found it so fast~ my dear Will~ no more lies~ " he hugs Will softly taking in his scent and God was it intoxicating " when you slammed onto the floor there was blood"

Will felt his heart stop for a second and the more Hannibal spoke the more he felt sick. Will only gave up when Hannibal said there was blood. Will knees buckled under him and thank God Hannibal was there to hold him up " ....blood? .... that could have been from an animal"

" no need to call yourself an animal Will" Hannibal gently picks Will up and carried him to the bed " That beautiful red blood came right from your head " he placed Will down on the bed and leans in close " I won't tell a soul~ rest up... tonight we have a dinner with the priest" and with that Hannibal left

And Will sat on that bed so many new fears going through him. Though, one thing went through Wills head out of everything. With the amount of times his been close to Hannibal.

" I've not heard a single heartbeat come from that man"

#hannibal lecter #hannibal #hannigram #will graham #murder husbands #fanfic #jack crawford #nbc hannibal

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k1ngl30n · 4 months

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Hannibal is a perfect example of a traditional morality play.

Ok -- why's this? I am SO happy that you asked! (Please this has been in my head for far too long)

Here are the traditional elements of a morality play:

A Good character that leads the main cast/character into redemption

A selection of Bad characters that often represent the Seven Deadly Sins

Dramatic entrances and exits

A mistaken identity

An illogical ending

One main storyline with crises along the way.

Sound familiar? This is because every one of these elements are also present in Hit TV Show NBC's Hannibal! The fascinating bit is what the Good character's morality is centred on -- which, obviously, is killing and eating people. Below the cut are some further explanations if you can be bothered to read more lol

The Good character: Hannibal Lecter himself, leading Will into his idea of 'redemption' (seeing Will as his own personal god/angel links into this beautifully. I bet Bryan was patting himself on the back after he wrote all of this)

Selection of Bad characters that represent the SDSs: Jack for Pride; Margot for Lust (poor woman); Frederick for Envy; Chiyoh for Wrath; Pazzi for Greed; Mason for Gluttony; can't exactly think of another person for Sloth but there's probably one somewhere. 'Bad' in this instance means detrimental to the main storyline, which is Will's Becoming.

Dramatic entrances and exits: they're everywhere. People flounce out of everywhere all the time in the show -- my personal favourite is when Will enters the lab, says two lines, and turns his ass back around and leaves.

A mistaken identity: there's so many! Gideon as the Chesapeake Ripper, Will as the Chesapeake Ripper, and, of course, Hannibal as a good guy.

An illogical ending: come on, guys. They fall off of the edge of a giant cliff and probably started walking away to Bedelia's the day after. Mizumono is also an example of this; any person that just saw their adoptive daughter get slaughtered in front of their very eyes would most probably develop a whole sleuth of mental issues. Will? Nah, he's just the same as he's ever been; he's just like that with all them damn ghosts in his head

One major storyline: the goal of the show never changes, and that's to facilitate Will's Becoming. While he goes through a lot of shit in order to get to it, he still manages to Become in a way that Hannibal would find acceptable... possibly. SS3 cut Will off at a point where he would kill, but not will kill.

Anyways thanks for listening to my TED talk. I hope we meet again soon lol

#happy to know that that English Literature GCSE is going to good use #NBC Hannibal #Hannibal #SZANNIBAL #If I got anything wrong... it's my English teacher's fault. Not mine. I'm literally looking at the sheet we were given in lesson a while #/back so any inaccuracies is on her part LMAO #If you want to know why I chose each Sin for each character; just write a comment in a reblog or something and I'll answer!#Hannibal meta

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Hii I like your cheating!Hannibal x reader part 1 and part 2 and how you managed him to setting Will up as some ticking time bomb for Y/n. Would you do a part three? maybe reader has found what Hannibal managed to made Y/n left Will, but somehow she stay with Will, would also love to see some jealous Hannibal because how thin his patience now :) I love your work!

Thank you!! I actually like this series a lot… but I did have to reread it to really remember what I was going for, haha…

Will doesn't really appear in this one, but he's the main subject of discussion.

Here is a link to Part 1 and Part 2 !

Warnings: A little bit of prescribed medication talk.

The orange-tinted bottle rattled as it landed on the table. Your intense stare toward Hannibal was unyielding. If looks could damage, you'd be burning holes right through his face.

"What is this?" You ask through gritted teeth.

Hannibal observes your tense posture, especially eyeing the way you pressed the bottle into his desk. He closed his book.

"Y/N, it's nice to see you again."

"This prescription is incorrect." You spat. "I can get your license revoked for this."

"Actually, the prescription is correct." He brushed you off without much effort. "I was transparent with what he needed."

You blink twice, sucking in your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment before continuing your point. "You didn't tell him the side effects."

"Now, that would be immoral of me..." He teased with a smile. "And yet, it isn't required. That responsibility lies with the client."

You let go of the bottle and walked in an opposing direction, frustratedly huffing and flexing your fists as you did. Hannibal always found a way under your skin, and today was no different. You quickly turn to look at him.

"You know he's been tracking dirt into the bed, right?" You tell him, your tone seemingly all over the place. "He's been going out without even knowing it." You shrug as you look elsewhere and laugh, nowhere near something pleasant.

"Have you tried speaking to him about it?" He asked.

"No." You frown, suddenly reeling in on yourself as you deeply thought. You walked to the window of his office and looked out. Unfortunately for you, Will never liked to open up about these sorts of things. He often hid it far under the surface. And, at the mere mention of the dirt at the end of the bed, he'd waste no time brushing it off in more than just a literal sense. "He's been sleeping on the couch now."

As you face away from Hannibal, your hand shoots up to cover your mouth. You momentarily fight back the urge to vulnerably cry in front of Hannibal. Instead, you gulp down the lump that had formed in your throat and bite at your thumb.

"Sometimes, when I wake up in the middle of the night, there's a cold chill in the house." You say absentmindedly, your voice suddenly frail. "He always leaves the front door open."

Hannibal places down his book and picks up the bottle of pills. It lightly rattles as he turns it around in his hand.

"I see." Hannibal begins, glancing at your back. "Have you ever tried following him?"

You're silent as you look at his subtle reflection in the window, the air around suddenly feeling full and constricting. He's got the slightest smile on his face, one you want nothing more than to rip off. You spin around to face him, using everything in your being to match his cool and collected demeanour.

As you begin to open your mouth, a knock catches both of your attention. At the door, which had stayed wide open since your arrival at Hannibal's office, stood a client of his. This client apologized, but Hannibal was quick to excuse it.

"Now, put this back where you found it, or..." Hannibal spoke up, ready to end the conversation and eager to begin his next session. "I can have you arrested for possession without a valid prescription."

Biting your tongue and sucking in a breath, you hesitantly marched your way over to Hannibal. As you took the bottle from his loose hand, you looked him dead in the eye. He looked nothing less than amused, as though your entire interaction had been a fun little game. Surely, one you've long since lost the moment you stepped foot in the room.

A beat later, but not a moment sooner, you made your way past the client and out the door.

#hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #will graham x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #x reader

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Lizzy McAlpine Songs That Would Describe Relationships with the Murder Husbands - Hannibal Preference (NBC's Hannibal)

Title: Lizzy McAlpine Songs That Would Describe Relationships with the Murder Husbands

Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter

Word Count: 2,429 words

Warning(s): (Will's) break-up, mentions of Will's mental struggles, (Hannibal's) cussing, mentions of murder

Author's Note: I cannot describe how much I love writing these. I'm thinking of doing a part two for the Taylor Swift one, a dodie one, and there's two more that I'm not going to announce yet because I don't quite know if I can pull them off.

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Will Graham:

all my ghosts

Oh, all my ghosts are with me I know you feel them too Oh, did you stand there while we were takin' shots of Brandy? They know all of my habits, but they don't know about you I hope that's true

I wasn't quite sure how I had fallen into the pattern of checking in on Will after cases. After a while, it didn't matter much, did it? I just wanted to be there for him in case he needed it. And I also knew he would never ask for help until it was too late. I had to go to him.

Most nights it would go just like this. I would show up, pet the dogs, and ask Will to talk to me over a drink. He was typically pretty closed off, but I found myself getting more and more information as time went on.

I was happy with that much.

"I haven't thanked you, have I," Will asked. I tilted my head. "You show up here after every case. You listen to me, help me, take care of me. And I've taken it for granted."

"Will, no, you really-"

"Thank you," he cut me off. "You have no reason to help me, but you do. Thank you."

I grinned, "You're welcome."

He stood up and took my empty glass, walking back over to where he kept his drinks. I studied his back as he filled the glasses. 'No reason'. If only he knew.

Will walked back over without the glasses. It looked like he had decided on something while he was pouring the drinks that was more important.

"I'm serious," he said. "You have no reason to help me. You have no reason to be good at it."

Will stepped closer to me.

"You've become a comfort to me," he continued.

"It's really no... problem," my words slowed down as Will leaned down, hands resting on the arms of the chair I was sitting in. "Will..."

"Can I...?"

I nodded. It was like my body had reacted long before my brain had truly caught up to what was happening.

Will closed the distance between us, kissing me softly. It was like his lips were barely touching mine. A way to test the waters. As I kissed him back, I held the sides of his face and moved forward on the chair. I wanted nothing more than to be closer to him. One of my hands moved to his shirt, pulling on the fabric in the hopes of getting him closer. He chuckled against my lips before slowly pulling away.

"Will," I mumbled.

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me again."

He chuckled again before leaning forward.

Angelina

Where did you go, Angelina? Why did you take my foolish heart? Oh I should've known, Angelina I was never right for that part

I think I truly noticed it after Hannibal had been arrested.

Will seemed different.

At first, I could excuse it as relief that Hannibal was caught. But after a while, I realized that there was something more to it. It took me ages to admit what I was clearly seeing.

Now, Will sat on the edge of our bed as I finished packing my bag. He was staring at the floor. His face showed more guilt than anything.

I looked over at him and sighed. He looked up at me.

"I don't want you to leave," he muttered.

I closed my eyes. I didn't want to leave either. But I knew it was the right choice. Staying here was only going to bring me pain.

"I love you."

I looked at him again.

With a deep breath, I walked over to him. I sat down and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I believe that," I said. "But you aren't in love with me, Will. Not anymore."

His jaw clenched.

"You weren't meant for the 'normal' life," I continued. I hated that word. "And that's not a bad thing. It's just true."

His hand grabbed mine.

"It's okay," I promised. "This happening. It's okay."

"No, no it's not," he mumbled. "I... I'm losing you."

"I wouldn't be happy if I stayed," I replied. "You're in love with someone else, Will. That's fine. Hiding from that will just make it worse."

I stood up again and went to grab my bag, mumbling that I'll get the rest of my stuff on another day.

As I approached the front door, Will spoke up again.

"Who am I in love with then," he asked. "If it's not you?"

I sighed and looked at him, "Will."

"Tell me," he stood up to follow me. "If I'm not in love with you anymore, who is this person-"

"Hannibal. You fell in love with Hannibal."

"What?"

There was a pause.

"I... I got him arrested."

"You've been grieving him ever since."

He didn't respond to that. He just sighed. That was all the confirmation that I really needed. I turned back to the door, finally leaving the house.

"Goodbye, Will."

Apple Pie

I found you under an April sky And you feel like City life, apple pie baked just right Home is wherever you are tonight

--Third Person--

Will hadn't been expecting to wake up and find the other side of the bed empty. He jumped a little when he saw that (Y/n) hadn't been lying next to him.

He started looking around the room frantically but stopped when he heard a door open and shut. He stood up, walking over to the sound slowly.

When he rounded the corner from his room to the kitchen, he found (Y/n) standing by the kitchen table, a basket sitting next to them. They had started folding a load of clothes that Will definitely didn't remember starting.

He paused, watching them in silence.

There was something so strange about it. With what both of them had faced, Will hadn't quite allowed himself to picture the two of them in a situation that was so... domestic. But- regardless of how strange he saw it- Will felt this pang in his heart. Comfort and warmth.

He could get used to things like this.

His body moved before his brain had the chance to really catch up. He walked over to where (Y/n) was standing and wrapped his arms around their torso, hiding his face in their shoulder.

"Good morning," (Y/n) mumbled, realizing it was Will. One of their hands came up to run through Will's hair.

"Morning," he replied. "You didn't have to do this."

"It's fine. Some of it is my clothes too."

Will moved his head as (Y/n) turned around to face him. Their arms moved around his neck as they leaned in to kiss him gently. Will's arms tightened around (Y/n), pulling them as close as he could.

When (Y/n) leaned back, Will tried to follow their lips. (Y/n) chuckled at him, turning their face away as their face started warming up.

"I love you," they muttered as they looked at him again.

For the first time, he didn't hesitate.

"I love you too," he said. "I love this."

"'This?'"

"This... This normalcy," he explained. "It's nice. Comfortable. I love this. With you, specifically."

(Y/n) smiled, resting their forehead on his, "I love it too."

Hannibal Lecter:

hate to be lame

Hate to admit but it might be true Hate to admit but I think you knew Hate to be lame but I might love you

I tried not to overthink anything when Hannibal invited me to join him at a donor event. It was for a cause that was connected to my life, and he knew that. He was just being a kind person. That was it.

I had been watching the donors break up into groups. They were all talking and gossiping. Nice suits. Nice dresses. It was all so strange.

"I hope you aren't uncomfortable here," he said softly.

I jumped a little, not expecting his voice before chuckling at myself, "No, no. Just admiring."

"How so," he asked.

"It's all very... perfect," I tried to explain. "Like everyone has the steps to a dance memorized."

"Maybe you should join in."

"Oh, no," I shook my head. "I'm happy here. I have doubts that any of those conversations would be as interesting as a conversation with you."

He chuckled, looking down for a moment, "Sometimes I think you make it your goal to flatter me."

"Now, why would I do that," I asked before taking a sip of my drink.

"I have an educated guess, but I would much rather hear you admit it," he replied, mimicking my action.

"Educated guess," I repeated.

"Hypothesis felt like the wrong word," he explained with a shrug.

I nodded.

My eyes bounced around his face, memorizing every part of his expression. He seemed to catch onto this. He grinned at me.

"Can I say something stupid," I asked quietly, almost scared of the rest of the crowd finding out.

"Doubt you have the ability to do so," Hannibal replied. "Please, speak freely."

I paused for a moment. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I... I have feelings for you, Hannibal," I said. It almost felt like a whisper.

His grin only seemed to grow.

"Thank you for confirming my educated guess."

I rolled my eyes and looked back out at the crowd.

"I have feelings for you too," he added. "Just so you know."

I smiled. I was happy to know.

doomsday

I'd like to plan out my part in this But you're such a narcissist You'll probably do it next week I don't get a choice in the matter Why would I? It's only the death of me

After the murder of Abigail and the attempted murders of my friends, the police kept me locked out of Hannibal and I's house for God knows how long before they let me collect my things.

I walked into our room and froze in the middle of the room.

How often did he walk into this room after chopping some poor victim and then kiss me goodnight?

How many times did he feed me a part of a person without me ever knowing?

I suddenly felt completely overwhelmed.

I sat on the edge of the bed as tears started falling. I placed my hand over my mouth. I started cussing Hannibal out as if he could hear me.

In a matter of minutes, my life and been completely turned upside down. What I thought I knew was a lie. Who I thought I could trust wasn't true. The man that I loved wasn't the man that I thought he was. My friends were in the hospital. The girl that I saw as some kind of daughter was dead.

And I didn't get control over any of it.

He did.

That man had a hold over every element of my life.

And he knew that.

Now, I had nothing while he got to run free doing God knows what with God knows who. I was entirely lost.

I looked over at the bedside table. There was supposed to be a framed photo sitting there. Of Hannibal and me cooking for Alana. She had taken it for us.

There was only an empty frame there.

My jaw clenched.

With a yell, I grabbed the frame and threw it against the wall.

I leaned down, hiding my face against my legs.

"Fuck you," I muttered through sobs. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you."

I wanted nothing more than control again. I wanted to go back and feel like I had a hold over what was happening in my life.

I wanted nothing more than to take control back from Hannibal.

Headstones and Land Mines

They say pretty words And they hug from six feet But it doesn't help

After everything that had happened with Hannibal going on the run, I found myself lost. Stuck. I knew that I needed to move forward, but I just couldn't.

Some people were trying to be kind to me. Support me. But it all felt so backhanded. They'd look at me with more caution than sympathy. It was all just in the hopes of seeing if I was like him.

It just left me cold. Confused. Overall, lost.

I thought I was going to be stuck there forever. And then, I wasn't.

I walked into my dark house, placing my jacket and briefcase on the table. I could sense someone was there. And I knew exactly who it was.

"How was Italy," I asked.

"Would've been better with you there," Hannibal replied. He switched on the lamp in my living room. "How are you?"

"How would you be after finding out the man you loved was a cannibalistic serial killer?"

"You're angry," he noted. I hadn't turned to face him yet, but I'm certain he could feel me roll my eyes.

"No shit."

I heard his footsteps getting closer. I turned to face him as he approached.

"Why did you come here, Hannibal?"

"Isn't it obvious," he asked. "I'm here for you."

"If you cared that much about me, you would have told me what you were doing and not force me to find out when you went on a damn killing spree," I snapped.

"You would've accepted me if you found out through me?"

I froze for a moment, "I don't know."

He didn't say anything back.

"I just... I can't handle the sad fucking looks and the accusations and the questions and the worried calls from Alana and Freddie Lounds all but breaking into my house and... fuck," I trailed off, looking down and screwing my eyes shut as pinched the bridge of my nose.

"I know that I hurt you-"

"You throw me in a snake pit, you dick," I muttered. Hannibal paused. "I keep trying to believe that time will fix everything that has happened, but it fucking hurts. And all of the shit after. I just feel stuck where you left me. Time is going on but I am stuck. And the worst part is that I fucking miss you."

Hannibal stepped forward when tears filled my eyes. His hand cupped the side of my face, and- as if on instinct- I leaned into his touch.

"We can go," he said quietly. "If you have any desire to ever see me or be with me again, then we can go. Right now. Anywhere you'd like. No more sad looks."

I took a deep breath before reaching up to touch his hand.

I nodded, "No more sad looks."

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A Secret Between Lovers is a Death Between Friends:

Hannibal for: @myers-meadow

France’s POV:

Things had grown close between William and I. It was weird. Things with Meadow and I were simple, easy. Not a single once of effort had to be put into the relationship. But with Will it felt like I was teetering on the edge. Always scared of pushing the poor man away.

Hannibal insisted my fear was normal. Something you felt when you cared for someone. But I wasn’t used to caring. I wasn’t used to opening myself up to be cared for in return. Meadow had broken down my walls, and I desperately wanted to build them back up again. But Hannibal insisted i leave them down. Encouraged me to feel my feelings, no matter how much I despised them.

I paced around outside, debating if I should go in. I mean it was public property, i was allowed to be here. But was I over stepping? No, this was normal, Meadow assured me of such. I brought her lunch to the college every day. I opened the door and made my way to the front desk.

“Umm, I’m looking for Will Graham” i asked the guy stationed at the front.

He gave me an odd look.

“Will?”

“Yes, was I unclear?”

“It’s just-“

“Just what?” I asked, growing impatient.

“Pretty girls like you don’t usually come looking for Will Graham.”

I frowned, looking at my outfit. I suppose I was wearing one of Meadows cardigans today. It had her scent on it, so I did smell quite feminine. I forgot not everyone knew about my gender afflictions. I could feel his eyes undressing me. I scoffed, shifting on my feet.

“Look, just tell me where to find him and I won’t report you to your boss for harassment!” I said.

He looked at me like a grew a second head.

“Office at the end of the hall, second floor. Belongs to Jack Crawford. Can’t miss it.” He said bitterly.

I gave him a fake smile and turned on my heels, eager to get away from him. I opted for the elevator, my legs still wobbly at times. I knew I should bring my cane, but I hated how much attention it brought to me. He was right though, the office door was huge. I knocked on it, and a tall black man opened the door.

“Can I help you?” He asked.

“Umm, yes. Sorry if I’m interrupting. I just had something for William.”

He looked down at the container in my hands. And opened the door wider for me to step inside. Will tensed in his chair slightly before relaxing when he saw me.

“What are you doing here?”

“I made too many cookies.” I said simply.

I handed them to him with a small smile. I could feel Jack’s eyes on me. They were nowhere near as predatory as their front desk guy. I shuddered at the thought.

“Agent Crawford, you do know your front desk employee has a habit of harassing women right?” I asked. Not moving my eyes from Will.

“I was not aware no.”

“He’s also liable to accepting bribes, perhaps you should talk to him about that.”

With that, I turned on my heel and left the room. It felt good to know that man would get what was coming to him. I send him a cutesy little wave as I walked out of the precinct. Karma was a bitch. I looked at the time and sighed. Another appointment with Hannibal.

It felt odd though, I knew what I was feeling wasn’t appropriate. Harbouring feelings for my therapist who was dating my best friend. I’m sure he could pick up on it, he was a perceptive man. But he never gave me any indication that he was uncomfortable. It would be unethical if anything came of, but I doubt anything ever would. I mean he was with Meadow, what more could he ever want?

She was perfect. Incredibly smart, visually stunning, attentive and caring. He had all he needed and more with her. So why the fell did I still feel this way? Maybe it was that stupid smile, the rare one I only got to see when he was around her. Or how kind he was in our sessions, never making me feel crazy or like a child. He was the first person I told about my autism. Not even Meadow knew quite yet. I’m sure she had her speculations.

I drove to his office and waited outside until it was 3 on the dot. He opened his door to let his previous patient out.

“Ahh, Mx. Frances, please come in.”

I took my seat across from him. I began fidgeting. Maybe if I voiced my concerns he could do what he does best, and lay them to rest. But I didn’t want to loose all the progress I’d made. I was beginning to feel normal after all the whole traumatic ordeal from nearly a year ago now. Omg, I was a monster, they’d been dating for over half the year and here I was fantasying about things that should never leave my head.

“You seem anxious.” Hannibal brought me out of my head.

I gave him a quizzical look.

“It’s been nearly 10 minutes and you haven’t said a word.”

Damn, 10 minutes. I was in this and bad.

“Hannibal.” I began.

“Yes?”

“If I tell you something, do you promise not to judge?”

“Of course. I’m simply here to help.”

“Even if this thing is really bad?”

“Have you hurt anyone?”

“God no!”

“Yourself?”

“No…”

“Then it cannot be that bad, now can it?”

“Perhaps… I think maybe-“

I couldn’t figure out how to say it. I didn’t want to be rude. That was the last thing I wanted. He didn’t dare interrupt me, that was something I appreciated. He never made me feel rushed, letting me gather my thoughts fully before speaking.

“I think I should see a different therapist.”

The words hung out in the air far to long for my liking. He simply leaned back in his seat and thought for a second.

“Is there something wrong with my treatment?”

“No.”

“Have I made you uncomfortable in anyway?” A hint of apology on his tongue.

“Not intentionally no. I think I’ve made myself uncomfortable.” I mumbled the last part.

“If you really wish to leave, i could set you up with one of my collègues. But if you wouldn’t mind, we could finish this session.”

“Of course, your time is rather valuable.”

I gave him a faint smile. I felt awful, now I’ve gone and mucked things up and why? Because I had a pathetic little school girl crush on my therapist? A crush I couldn’t even begin to understand if I wanted to.

“Dr Lecter, am I a terrible friend?” I asked.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because im feeling things I shouldn’t, for people that I shouldn’t…”

He thought for a moment.

“William?”

“That would make things easy, wouldn’t it?” I sighed.

“Then Meadow. You have feelings for her?”

I chuckled. “I love that women more than I love myself. But it’s her heart I’m afraid I’ll break. Dr Lecter, the reason I wish to end out sessions, is because I might have feelings for you. Feelings I don’t wish to feel.”

“Oh.”

Had I really stumped the doctor. That’s a first. There is no way he was unaware of my affections toward him.

“Are you certain?”

“No. Yes? All I know is I feel happy around you. And my thoughts go places.”

“I never figured you the type.”

“Maybe I’m not, maybe I’m just confused.”

“I could help you through this confusion?”

“You would do that? Surly it feels improper?”

“You’ve already indicated you wish to see someone else after this. The least I can do is talk through these feelings you think you have for me. Perhaps not as your therapist, but as a friend.”

“If you’re insisting.”

“I am. If your comfortable, what kind of things do you think about?”

I cleared my throat, shifting awkwardly in my seat. I took a deep breath. It was weird to speak my thoughts out loud.

“I think about the two do you.” I started.

He urged me to continue.

“The things you must do together when I leave the house. Your hands on her skin. How nice it must feel. The way she kisses you.” I paused.

My voice was shaky.

“Interesting.”

I didn’t like that response.

“How so?”

“You don’t seem to be exhibiting an jealousy, yet you think of us together.”

“You’re good together.”

“Do you ever think about us separately?”

“Yes. I think about Meadow all the time. But you’ve begun to cloud my mind more recently. That’s why I feel like a bad friend. I shouldn’t be thinking of my best friends lover in such a way.”

“It doesn’t seem your thoughts are too obscene. Perhaps it is wrong, but it’s certainly not unnatural.”

Oddly the thought was comforting. That perhaps this was against my will. An unconscious vendetta my brain had against me. Perhaps I was simply sick. That must be it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had obscene thoughts.” I admitted.

He chuckled lightly.

“That sounds more like you.” He admitted. “Perhaps you should discuss this with Meadow. If you’re really worried about upsetting her, it’s best she learn of your feeling through you, is it not?”

“I don’t think you understand. I can’t loose her Hannibal. I won’t.”

“And I assure you that’s not the case. Just talk to her.”

“Will you come with me?”

“To tell my girlfriend you’ve been thinking about us kissing?” He asked amused.

“Now you’re just teasing me Doctor.”

“I apologise.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You’ve been focused on Meadow. How do you feel about this?” I asked.

“It doesn’t bother me if that’s what you’re asking Frances. Like I said, it’s natural. You wouldn’t be the first patient I’ve had who fell for me.”

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Let people like you?”

“That’s not typically something people have to try at.” He admitted.

“It’s not this difficult for everyone?”

“I’m afraid not. But I will pass your information along to the next therapist.”

I nodded solemnly.

“How do you always know how to make me feel better?” I asked.

“That is, was my job as your therapist. Now it is my job as your friend, if you’ll have me.”

“Of course.” I smiled.

Meadow’s POV:

I was supposed to be having dinner with Hannibal this evening. But it seemed he was running late. I sighed. I pulled out my phone, choosing to pass the time by texting Frances. I hadn’t spoken to them all day. It wasn’t completely odd for them to disappear for a while. They were busy with physical therapy and recovery still. The doctors said they’d probably never be back to normal. But I knew how hard they worked.

“You busy?”

No response. It wasn’t like they read my text yet, but it was a little odd for them to simply not be on their phone.

“I’ve missed you.”

I texted again. Attempting not to sound desperate. We were adults, adult friends don’t hang out everyday. This time my screen lit up, indicating that they read it. But I didn’t see those three little dots. Weird. Something must be up.

“You ok?”

“Fine.”

Blunt. To the point. They were upset. Had I done something? Perhaps they had a bad day. I sighed, throwing my phone down. It was clear I wouldn’t get much more out of them. And they didn’t like it when I pried. Nearly fifteen minuets later there was a knock at the door. I jumped to my feet, that must be Han. I was right when I saw his tall frame in my door way, but there was someone just behind him.

“Frances?” I asked.

They waved sheepishly at me. It wasn’t like them to be shy around me.

“I wasn’t aware you were stopping by.”

“I won’t be here long. I don’t mean to disturb your dinner.”

“Nonsense, please come in. When you didn’t respond to my texts I got a little worried.”

I watched as they scratched the back of their neck nervously. What was up with that? The last time they were this was nervous was the very first time we spoke. Hannibal made himself at home, like he always did. It was pleasant how comfortable he was now. Never asking about little things anymore. So sure and confident in our relationship.

“So what we’re you two up to? I thought your appointment was at 3 Frances.”

“It’s was, but I was still- unsatisfied with our session. I waited until he Finshed with his other patients and we chatted in the way here.” They admitted.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Was it resolved.”

“I believe it will be in time.”

I gave them sincère smile. If they didn’t want to tell me, that was alright. At least they were talking to someone about it.

“What’s you stop by for? Not that I mind?”

I was reheating the food. I knew it wouldn’t be as good as it was nearly an hour ago when I made it. But usually Hannibal sent me a message if he was going to be late.

“Please, my love, let me.” Hannibal offered.

I smiled at him, and he pressed a kiss to my lips. I could feel eyes on us as Frances was watching. Normally they turned away when we started getting all affectionate. I turned my attention to them and they swallowed thickly.

“I have something to discuss with you.”

Normally they weren’t this formal. Everything was making me uneasy.

“Alright. Do you wish to step away?”

“No. Hannibal can be here for this.” They clarified.

I stood across from them at the counter. Giving them my full attention but avoiding eye contact as to not make them uncomfortable.

“So, I decided to stop my session with Hannibal.” They began.

I raised a brow, but tried not to be judgmental. They must have a good reason.

“There’s been a development, and I felt it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t get this off my chest.”

“Frances, I appreciate you trying to spare my feelings, but please just say whatever it is you have to say. You’re worrying me.”

“Imayormaynothavefeelingsforyouandhannibalandidontknowhattodoaboutit.” They blurted out all at once.

I blinked, taken aback.

“One more time… but try breathing this time maybe.”

They took a deep breath.

“I may have discovered I have feelings for you and Hannibal, and as your best friend, I hate myself for it.” They said.

I couldn’t help it, I began to chuckle lightly. And it progressed into a full on laugh. They looked at me confused. Poor thing.

“Is that what you’re worried about? Frances you’re my person, long before Hannibal came around. I’m always going to love you. Besides, I want nothing more than the two do you to get along.”

“I’m confused, you aren’t angry?”

I frowned, coming around the counter, and pausing, waiting for their consent for a hug. Which they reluctantly gave.

“Of course not. Hannibal, what were the two of us just talking about the other night?”

“I believe we were discussing the house.” He added to the discussion.

“Hannibal had asked me to move in with him.” I started.

They looked even more confused.

“But I told him I wouldn’t be comfortable leaving you without a place to crash. You stay at my place more than your own half the time anyways.”

“Meadow and I agreed we’d offer you a place in my home.” Hannibal finished.

They got quiet. They were scary when they were quiet. They shrugged off my touch and I thought for a moment maybe I misread.

“You know about this the whole time and you let me be anxious all day?” Frances asked angrily.

Hannibal gave them a little wink that I didn’t miss. They took a deep breath and shook their head.

“You really don’t mind that I might have a crush on your boyfriend?” They asked once more.

“Who wouldn’t, have you met him? He’s delightful. If anyone were to have feelings for him, I’d want it to be you. Besides, you know I’m know stranger to sharing. We sleep in the same bed all the time.” I laughed.

They huffed. It was cute.

“Besides, it’s good for you to explore your feelings, isn’t that right Hannibal?”

“Correct. It is a healthy form of expression. Suppressing it will only hurt you Frances.”

“This is confusing.” They admitted.

“You’ve never been in a relationship before have you?” I asked.

There was no judgment in my tone.

“Never had time. Was never interested. All I wanted was to dance and now I can’t do that anymore.”

I frowned at their last statement.

“Then we’ll show you. You tell us what you’re comfortable with and we’ll make this work. There nobody more important to me than the two of you.”

A small smile formed on their lips. A genuine, but rare sight.

“You should stay for dinner. I made way too much food anyways.”

Hannibal chuckled. I usually let him cook, but I had my specialties. And since he was working late I wanted to do something nice.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

We moved over to the dinner table and Hannibal set down the trays. He and I sat on both ends of the table with Frances in the middle. They seemed nervous which was understandable. In the time I’ve known them, they didn’t seemed accustomed to any sort of affection, platonic or otherwise. So this must all be pretty jarring.

I grabbed their hand and squeezed it gently.

“This is just a normal dinner, no need to be nervous.” I reminded.

They didn’t pull away from the touch, which was a good sign. Some days they let me be more affectionate with them, but other days they avoided touch like the plague. I never took it personally, it was just how they were. As we began eating, they relaxed a little, listening in quietly to the conversation. It was nice. New, but nice.

“Are you still going to go to therapy?” I asked suddenly.

I knew they liked to pretend they were fine all the time. But their trauma just in the time I knew them cut deep. There was no way they’d be ok without any sort of assistance.

“Umm yes, Hannibal said he’d transfer me to a collègue. That way nobody is uncomfortable.”

“I talked with Alana. She said she will gladly take over Frances’ therapy.”

“Oh, that’s nice of her. Do you like her?” Frances asked him.

“She is one of my closest colleagues, she does good work.”

Frances smiled at that.

“Brilliant.”

They seemed to relax even more at that. I was glad the tension in the air was melting away. I never wanted their to be any animosity between us.

“Oh, I forgot to mentioned. I visited the precinct earlier. It’s so stuffy in there.” They commented, finally joining the conversion.

“Oh?”

“I made too many cookies and you were busy at the college. Couldn’t risk bringing you any in front of the students. They would have swarmed me.” I chuckled.

They weren’t wrong. College students could be quite ravenous in their hunger. Especially since half of them came to class stoned. They thought I wouldn’t notice. Cookies would have been a hot commodity.

“I gave them to Will. And I met Agent Crawford.” They said.

“And what did you think?” Hannibal asked.

“Of Mr Crawford?”

He nodded.

“I don’t know, he didn’t say anything. Whatever he and Will talked about before I got there had him agitated.”

“Jack, or Will?”

“Both.”

Hannibal chuckled softly.

“I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, so I just dropped off the cookies and left. The other officer there were unsavoury.”

I hummed, taking a sip of my wine.

“Cops can be quite intense.” I offered.

“Yeah, the guy at the front desk was particularly unpleasant.”

“Did he say something to you?” Hannibal asked.

His voice had that low dangerous town he got when he was upset. It wasn’t one I was privy to often, as he normally excused himself when he was in a sour mood.

“He said women like me don’t hang out with men like Will. Then he kept trying to look at my chest. Thank god I was wearing Meadow’s cardigan.” They laughed off.

I set down my cup completely, and turned my attention back to them.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just some sleazy guy, nothing new.”

“You didn’t mention this earlier.” Hannibal said.

“My mind was a bit preoccupied. Seriously Hannibal, it’s no big deal. Im used to it, men like him used to approach me off stage all the time.”

“That doesn’t make it alright.”

They shrugged. I could tell Hannibal wasn’t going to drop it. He had that look In his eyes he got when he was determined. I knew Frances would want to drop it so I changed the subject. The rest do the diner went off without a hitch.

Frances helped me with the dishes and everything seemed content. Hannibal excused himself to make a phone call. Which wasn’t out of the ordinary. I knew for a while he had begun to have feelings for Frances, and I don’t think tonight could have gone any better. Things were great, and I was more than excited, to see how things would blossom.

Hannibal came up from behind and gave me a hug.

“Are you going to spend the night?” I asked Hopefully.

“No, unfortunately I have a lot of work to do, but we’ll meet yo for breakfast in the morning?”

“Sounds perfect!”

I gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he kissed my forehead.

“What about you Frances, are you staying here tonight? We could watch a movie!”

“If it’s Texas Chainsaw then I’m so in!” They said.

This was the first time all night I’d seen them act back to their giddy self. All the nerves from earlier completely gone.

“You two have fun. Sleep well my darling.” Hannibal offered. “And you as well Frances.”

He held out his hand and they gave him theirs. He planted a gentle kiss on the back of their hand, and I swore I’ve never seen their face flush so much, it was adorable. He smiled smuggly at them.

“Will you be joining us for breakfast?”

“If it’s not a bother.”

“You could never be a bother.” I said.

Hannibal pulled me in for a kiss before saying goodbye. Frances starred after him as he left and I chuckled.

“Oh you have it bad.” I joked.

“Shut up!” They playfully pushed me. “Let’s just watch our movie yeah?”

Hannibal’s POV:

Today wasn’t completely unexpected. I’d known about France’s growing affection for me for some time. I was pleasantly surprised that they admitted it though. Perhaps they trusted me more than I thought.

I had brought it to Meadow’s attention a while back. Not wanting to keep anything from her. And when she expressed she found the crush amusing I was relived. It wasn’t like Frances was ugly by any means. They were quite easy on the eyes. They were smart, and talented, and incredibly respectful. Sometimes worrying more about others feelings over their own. Not typically my type, unlike the strong and confident Meadow who was perfect in every way. I couldn’t imagine my life without her anymore, which is why I asked her to move in.

She knew about my killing tendencies. I’m sure revealing what I did with the bodies after wouldn’t be what pushed her away. It just wasn’t time yet. Especially now with this new aspect of our relationship. Frances held so much love and respect for Meadow, it seemed like the easiest next step. I couldn’t deny the aspect of having two lovers was appealing.

But what Frances revealed to me tonight made my blood boil. It sickened me how people assigned female at birth had to deal with this type of harassment so frequently. But it wouldn’t go unpunished. I did have a lot of work to do tonight. And that cop wouldn’t be easy to take down. People would notice his disappearance, so I’d have to have a good alibi. I knew Meadow would have my back. But the question was, would Frances understand?

They were unaware of my habits. But they weren’t stupid. If he went missing right after they told me about him, they would connect the dots, sooner rather than later. I had to have faith that they wouldn’t blow my whole operation out of the water. But for some reason, I did. They never had any I’ll will toward me. And this truly wasn’t something I could just let slide. This man had to die, and he was going to tonight. Before he used his position of power to hurt anyone else.

An: finally the poly relationship has begun! Not Hannibal being a big simp in this chapter, lol. I’m gonna start a vampire Hannibal series soon. Because my special interest is real, and this is one of my oldest ones. I will never shut up about this man!

#Hannibal lecter #hannibal the cannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal x reader #will Graham x reader #will Graham

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callmepuppysworld · 1 year

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TW mentioned of disordered eating, comfort, angst, possibly an eating disorder, slight stawker TW

GN pronouns! it was supposed to be a GN y/n but I accidentally made the reader wear a dress and only realized it after I'm so sorry I did want it to be completely gn but I didn't do too well.

also I have a learning disability so please be kind and I apologize for any spelling mistakes<3

This is part one,

There may not be a part two, sorry I'll write more later

Hannibal had invited you to one of his dinners.

when you had declined it had shocked him , he hasn't had anyone just say no, not for his dinners.

normally people jump at the opportunity to get a three course meal for free , but you didn't.

it sparked an interest in you.

he started following you in a way, seeing the places you went to how long you stayed there, and why you were there.

but he had never followed you to your house, that was rude in his eyes and he never wanted to be rude.

he kept all of his newly formed information in his therapy notes, so if anyone asked about it he would have a reason to not show them and it wouldn't come off as suspicious.

one of the first things he had noted was your disordered eating habits, for example you would

" forget " to eat for the day , then eat completely normal the next day or skip random foods.

Every time you ate or did he would write it down and note it, he noted the foods you liked the most and the lest.

Hannibal was waiting for you to stop talking to Jake,

he was planning to invite you to dinner , just the two of you, he was quick to realize that you eat better when you're with a small crowd.

as you started walking out of Jakes office your hands were clenched into a tight fist, you didn't seem to notice Hannibal.

" (your name) " he called from the side catching your attention, you turned to him taking a beep breath and relaxing your hands

" yes Dr lecture? " you smiled

" please no need for the informality, Hannibal is fine" he said smiling slitly

" ok, Hannibal?" you asked in a questioning maner

" I would like to have you over for dinner this evening " Hannibal said not beating around the bush

"um.." your pondered slitly picking at your nails

" please ( your name) I insist. I'm planning to make a beautiful ( fancy version of your favorite food) " Hannibal said knowing you would have a harder time to say no when it was your favorite food.

" it would be such a shame for the food to go to wast, I got enough for two and I only wanted you to come.

it is your favorite, correct? " Hannibal pushed

you started picking at the skin around your nails signaling iratation or panic,

" yeah, um.. what time do you want me to be there ? "

you said giving in

Hannibal smilled knowing he won,

" if you could arrive at 5:30, that would be greatly appreciated " Hannibal exsplained looking at his watch , it read " 3pm" leaving 2 hour's and 30 minutes to get ready,

his thoughts were cut if by the sound of your voice

" what sould I wear? " you asked

" oh, yes. I would recommend a dress, I will be wearing a suit but dress however you see fit" Hannibal said not wanting to sound like he was controlling , even though he was and wanted you to wear a dress

" ok , I'll see you at 5:30 then" you smiled signing you wanted to leave

" see you then" Hannibal said bidding you good bye

( Pov change (?) like your pov)

as you walked away you questions internally why you agreed, you didn't want to go anywhere today.

you wanted to go home and take off your slightly uncomfortable clothes and wear a big shirt and watch your favorite show.

but now you had to wear an even uncomfortabler dress and go interact with Hannibal, not that you didn't like him.

he was just a bit up tight and that's not what you were looking for right now.

but he was going to make ( favorite food ) so that should be good.

you tried to reason with yourself as you hopped into your car to head home to get ready.

you sighed as you turned up the radio and realized it was just people talking, you rolled your eyes turning the radio back down.

* kinda a time skip, like we're at home now *

You beeped your car making sure it was locked for the 3rd time before going inside and locking your door, you let out a loud grone as you put your keys into a small dish near your door.

the sound must have been headed by your cat because she came running

" hey baby" you cooed at the cat crouching down to pet her

" you must be hungry? let's go get you some food" you said standing up again and walking into the kitchen pulling out a can of fish for you fur baby

as you put the cat food into your cats food dish you started complaining about your day

" today was horrible, first will was doing his thing but apparently I scared him , I didn't even know he was doing this thing ! no one told me " you said defending yourself as you put the dish down and started washing your hands

" then Jake got mad at me because will couldn't ' re focus ' or whatever " you said pulling your hands up to do air quotes

" Then the day was over ! no more blood or death or yucky things but than Hannibal- " you were facing your cat and by the sound of his name she looked up

" yes! I know it's him again, not that he's not nice but like y'know I'm tired I just got yelled at by Jake ...

not the best time to ask if I want to eat with him!"

You explained walking into you room not really caring if the cat followed you or not

" but it is nice , like I'm sure he's an amazing cook, I just felt so bad, like he made ( fancy version of favorite food) witch I think is like ( favorite food) but fancy? " you questioned out loud groning

" but whatever, I have to get dressed , so I guess this was me telling you that I'm going out tonight " you said dramatically acting as if going out was the worst thing to happen

you excited your closet only to find your cat on your bed looking at you

you rolled your eyes " I know, i know, he's just being nice " you said going into your bathroom.

* time skip again bc I'm very lazy and I don't want to write about someone showing *

you slowly got out of your shower rapping a towel around you the smell of your shampoo and conditioner relaxing you.

once you had fully dryed yourself you went into your closets trying to find a dress to wear as you looked you found a beautiful ( favorite color) dress you remember buying a few months ago when you had to go to a party but ended up cancelling Last minute.

you picked it up and placed it on your bed looking at your sleeping cat

" don't scratch it" you said quietly not wanting to wake her up.

you enter the bathroom again to put on a bit of make up and do your hair

* what's this another time skip ?

I told you I'm lazy, did't I ? anyway skip to 5:26)

you had arrived at Hannibal's house at 5:29

getting out of the car emeditly locking the car as you walked at quickly as you could in heels up the starts to his house.

when you got to the door you took a beep breath and knocked.

it opened almost as soon as your hand left the door,

" right on time" Hannibal smilled

your heart was racing, at the thought of being late and making someone wait that had gone out of there way to make you food.

" I try to be " you joked smiling as you moved out of the way of the door inviting you inside

as you walked inside you noticed how beautiful the inside of his house was, every matched and was perfectly clean.

it looked like something from inside a magazine.

" you have a lovely home" you said feeling slightly uncomfortable, only now realizing the dress you had chosen was a bit revealing,

you bit the inside of your lip hoping he didn't think you were trying anything scandels.

" thank you, I forget you have never been inside my house" Hannibal chuckes trying to hid the lie

" yeah" you nod as you face him again

" this way to the living room " Hannibal said walking just a little Infront of you towards the next room

you followed behind his silently not knowing what to say.

Hannibal gestured to the chair next to the head of the table, he wanted you to sit down.

so you did.

" thank you" you whispered

" my pleasure " he whispered back

#hannibal #angst #fanfic #x reader #asexual #eating disoder recovery #eat healthy #drink water

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sodone-withlife · 2 years

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falling

good day everyone guess who is once again back from the dead and this time actually with a finished fic after like a year rip

anyway i swear this started off as a soft cute idea of interpreting hotch and haley's relationship (and Jessica cheering them on) in the context of the song Falling Slowly from Once (i highly recommend listening to it if you want to feel things), and of course when i come back to it months later and with a new hannibal obsession it turns into... whatever the hell this is and i probably made Hotch, Haley, and Jessica a bit OOC to make sure the storyline works out. i'm also not a big fan of how the pacing turned out, but it's also been a while since i've actually written anything of this length so forgive me if some parts are weird

warnings: canon typical violence, murder, mention of intrusive thoughts, religious references, character death mentioned child abuse, mentioned homophobia, mentioned substances/drugging, slight gore at the end

having just transferred back to the local high school from boarding school out in the city, he—not unexpectedly—got lost on his first day attending classes in the singular campus that every kid in the small town went to school at.

it was certainly an adjustment. while he did spend his summers and other breaks at home, he never bothered interacting with any of the local kids his age; he just didn’t see a point to it.

he was going be gone for most of the year, after all, and there’s never enough time for him to cultivate friendships.

people his age never seemed all that willing to talk to him anyway, given that he also happened to be the son of the rich, scary lawyer who somehow still lived in the tiny town that was an hour away from where he worked in the nation’s capital. his reticent nature coupled with his tendency towards ‘deviant’ behaviors—his dress, vices, purported sexuality—and the revival of the small town gossip that had jumped on him being sent off to boarding school certainly didn’t help his case when he came back .

(not that he really cares. he only stuck around for his baby brother, but from what he can tell, he isn't needed that much; his mother and father give Sean the attention and care they never thought to give to their eldest.)

so he can't do much but try to endure the latter half of his junior year and then his senior year and all the ramifications that come with him being stuck in close quarters with his family for a prolonged period of time.

just a year and a half before he can finally leave the stifling small town he grew up in.

he sees her on his first day when he somehow walks into the elementary drama class instead of his math class.

(the two classrooms are on opposite ends of the school. that he knew for certain, so how the hell did he—?)

it’s not that he is completely ignorant in the ways of teenage hormones, sexuality, attraction, dating, and making out—he had certainly done enough of that in secret with a few of the other boys at boarding school and got sent home for it when the admin found out…

it’s that he looks at her and immediately feels like the floor has dropped out from underneath his feet.

dirty blonde hair, standing tall, gentle kindness oozing out of every pore as she guides a group of young children through rehearsing a scene from the upcoming play, the brightest smile he's ever seen…

~~~

he backs out of the classroom as quickly as he could before she can catch him staring at her like a creep.

~~~

that damned smile just won't leave his head.

~~~

and as it turns out, they have history and english classes together.

~~~

he flushes a brilliant red when she catches his eye for the first time, a spark of curiosity fueled by something unknown to him.

it is after school, and he was lurking in a dark corner of the run-down cafe frequented by the older high school students. one moment he is stuck in the books that he’s read and annotated thrice over, the next finds his thoughts being unwittingly directed towards her brilliant smile and sparkling gaze when he hears her ordering a drink at the counter.

the sound of her voice is almost like the bell from Pavlov’s experiments, forcing his thoughts away from whatever he is doing in the moment and giving him the urge to look up and around for that wondrous girl he is too nervous to talk to.

and finally, it seems like they might actually have a direct interaction for the first time—

—if it weren’t for her friends keeping most of her attention and then dragging her out of the cafe once they all got their orders, but she waved at him, or maybe it wasn’t directed towards him but at someone else she recognized, but she had also been sending him curious looks as she talked with her friends when they had been waiting, though it could be entirely out of clinical curiosity about the boy everyone in the community seems to be wary of and who suddenly appeared at school one day after disappearing to boarding school as the gossip says, and—

—but with the suspicious look that her older sister sends him the next day in their shared math class, he further squashes his hopes, firm in his resolve that yesterday had been a fluke and becomes even more sure that the town gossip and whatever the sister told her will extinguish any semblance of interest she even could have had.

~~~

towards the end of the school year, on a completely unremarkable day, he accidentally bumps into her in the hallway as he makes his way to his first class.

seeing him, his exhausted expression and the color on his cheek that still smarted from his stepfather’s… clumsiness, she can only ask after his well being, genuine concern clear in her eyes. he has to do a double take, the question coming completely out of the blue after half a year of all the signs of an unhealthy home life going unnoticed.

so unexpected is this question that he can't respond with his practiced answer that was designed to quell any suspicions regarding the circumstances of his family life.

a clumsy, stuttering “yeah, i—i’m fine, i have to get to, um, to first period, i’m almost, uh, late,” is what comes out of his mouth instead, and as expected, it does absolutely nothing to alleviate her concerns. at the disbelieving look on her face, he freezes, unsure as to what he should do.

he doesn’t really remember what he said next, just that it was probably something completely incoherent before he somehow remembered to turn to the etiquette lessons his mom and the boarding school had deigned to shove him into and thanked her for her worry.

(and that was when she resolved to befriend the lonely boy who was able to show infinite care towards his little brother all the while looking so angry and sad at the world.)

~~~

they share their first kiss after getting caught in the rain while walking home from the cafe where she first waved at him (and yes, she was waving at him, the mysterious boy she had seen around town and wanted to get to know).

they laughed as they ran down the sidewalk towards her house, already drenched even though the rain had only started five minutes ago.

it was a beautiful laugh, he thought, and her hand was so incredibly warm in his.

they stopped momentarily to catch their breath as the rain pelted down around them, and when he finally looked up from making a valiant effort at straightening out his clothes, his world narrowed down to a strangely pleasant pressure and warmth that touched his lips.

tentatively, he pulled her closer as she cupped her hands around his face, deepening the kiss.

then it stopped, and she slowly drew away, nervous hope in her eyes as she searched his expression.

he couldn’t stop the smile growing on his face even if he wanted to.

~~~

seven years later, he sits in the car, waiting for her to come out of their shared apartment so they can go to the Folger Shakespeare Library and later the Moongate Garden to celebrate his passing of the bar.

there’s a small box hidden in the backseat and a sister in New York eagerly awaiting news.

~~~

Jessica tells her lovesick sister to hand the phone to her new fiance and gleefully tells him “I told you so,” just as she told her sister who had called her numerous times out of nerves regarding their relationship.

Can't believe I didn't see it from the beginning. They both deserve each other, sickeningly lovey-dovey idiots that they are.

~~~

he becomes a prosecutor and quickly rises up, making himself a strong reputation and gaining an impressive track record.

he becomes more disillusioned with the system, less satisfied with his work as he sees all the times where someone could have said or done something that would have changed the tragic outcomes entirely.

he applies to the FBI Academy, and six months later, they move to Seattle.

~~~

he takes his first life from a distance, laying on a rooftop with his rifle pointed down towards a hostage situation.

she recognizes the darkness in his eyes from the beginning of their relationship and a few times since he started settling down, times when she simply hugged him and reminded him of her love and acceptance of him in his entirety, ugly thoughts and all.

they do it again, lying in bed as she holds his shivering form close.

~~~

he thought he had been somewhat prepared for this day, when he finally took a life like his thoughts had always wanted him to.

~~~

they do this again and again.

and then he meets David Rossi and Jason Gideon, who sees the darkness in him and knows immediately how it can be honed to be used as a silent and deadly weapon.

within months, they’re back in Virginia, and the creeping darkness of his thoughts grows ever more oppressive as he dives into the minds of more and more violent criminals, the worst of the worst.

his reputation of no-nonsense and brilliance follows him as more people start noticing, and when Rossi retires, Gideon starts seriously preparing him to take on a leadership role.

~~~

two simple words seal their fate.

i’m pregnant.

~~~

he stands next to her sleeping, exhausted form in the hospital room, his heart filled by a foreign joy even as he is acutely aware that only a day earlier he was washing blood off his hands after an arrest gone wrong.

his hands, which now held the most precious thing in his life (alongside his beautiful, so incredibly strong wife). outside, Jessica stood guard, ready to defend the newest light in their lives against unseen threats. Wonderful Jessica, who stayed with her sister as he rushed to find the child killer and make it home in time to meet his son as he enters the world.

(a life for a life, said an insidious voice inside his mind. the most tragic exchange—one parent’s world-ending anguish and another’s world-creating joy. you come from consoling parents who just lost their children in the most horrendous ways to have a child of your own.)

~~~

Jack.

originally thought to have been a diminutive of John—in Hebrew, God is merciful—or possibly Celtic in origin, meaning healthy, strong, full of vital energy.

~~~

or perhaps, it was a sign of things to come.

there are many stories about the death of John the Baptist. Some say it was at the behest of Herod’s daughter, who was influenced by his wife Herodias, because John criticized how Herod married his dead brother’s widow. Others say it was because Herod feared the influence he had over the people.

regardless, there were elements of revenge or fear.

regardless, John the Baptist was killed.

~~~

one of the most violent criminals he's ever put away for a life sentence escapes with revenge on his mind.

his child is only three.

~~~

they baring their souls to each other after three years of struggling to hold their relationship together for the sake of their child.

(he hated how he had so wanted to run away from this responsibility, so scared of being a corrupting influence, and how he traveled more and more. she still loved him, he knew that, but he also knew that sometimes she thought about leaving for better circumstances than an absent father.)

(he sometimes thinks she should have left.)

they make choices.

she leaves her teaching job, no longer able to bear the sight of young children.

he takes a month off before returning to work, as both are unable to stand the thought that he could be preventing this from happening to anyone else.

they tell Jessica first, who looks at them and the darkness hiding behind their grief knowingly.

she hugs them, refusing to shudder at how cold they both feel.

~~~

perhaps unconsciously, they rarely wear any color but black for years after this. when either of them go to Quantico, the thought of color doesn’t even cross their minds.

everyone knows what happened.

they flinch every time they see her walk in, dressed in black, reminded of their failure.

she notices.

...perhaps it’s a conscious choice.

~~~

he walks into the house and locks the door behind him, making a mental note to clean the doorknob in a few hours the morning, and proceeds into the bedroom, where she waits for him on the bed with a book.

her sharp eyes snap to him as he walks in, making note of the blood on him. she places the book onto the nightstand so she can get up and gently lead him to the bathroom, where she helps him undress.

the bloodied clothes go into the trash bag that’s been sitting next to the toilet, replacing the last one and ready to be used. he stands silently as she turns on the shower, and when the water is warm enough, she helps him into the bathtub.

the water runs red from the blood of the child abuser they saw slapping his son while shopping the other day. a week ago, it was the homophobic preacher from a church a few cities over; a man who she saw drugging a girl’s drink a month ago.

a slow breath is released as he feels her gentle hands in his hair, rubbing in shampoo and rinsing it clean. when he finally looks up, his world narrows down to a gentle pressure that touches his lips.

he pulls her closer as she cups her hands around his face to deepen the kiss, not unlike the first one they shared in the rain all those years ago.

then it stops.

she slowly draws away and searches his expression.

~~~

it is cold.

they are both cold.

~~~

their love once was as fiery hot and passionate as the heat of a thousand stars.

now it is as cold as death, perhaps because death has overtaken them.

but it doesn’t matter.

not as long as they are together.

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #bau #haley hotchner #jason gideon #david rossi #tw gore #tw murder #tw death #tw implied drug use #tw implied abuse #tw religious themes

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tnystrk-exe · 3 years

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Estocolmo 3

Hannibal x Reader

Masterpost

First Chapter

Warnings: 18+ thigh riding, in a public setting, degration, cockwarming

Word count: 6k

Chapter Three

Maybe you hadn’t thought through about going to Hannibal’s dinner party. In the moment you had just missed the sound of his voice. His touch… Okay, you were motivated by other things than how much fun you would have at this little dinner party of his.

However you had to pull a lot of strings and work extra shifts, just so your bosses would even consider letting you off for a couple days. You were a valuable worker, one that would damage them to lose, but pettiness didn’t know any bounds. The stress was adding up. Still you trudged through it all. Not one to ever want to end up on Hannibal’s bad side.

You didn’t like making the perfect, polite ones angry. Loud anger you could handle. You were used to it. Quiet anger was just upsetting. He’d be upset you let him down, but he wouldn’t say it right. A soft sigh followed by a half meant it’s okay would probably be the most he’d give you. Disappointing him was a no go.

“I can’t wait for you to leave.”

“You’re so good at making me feel loved.”

“You know I do!” She laid back in your bed, arm’s comfortably behind her head, “But since you planned yourself a date. I did too.”

You grabbed clothes and threw them into a small duffel bag. “The chick from work?”

“God I wish. Can't work up the courage.”

“Don’t tell me you called up Reggie,” you laughed.

“Don’t tell me you got called up by Hannibal,” she mocked your voice. “Look! We’re a team! You can get dicked by someone that doesn’t deserve you. And I’ll romance a very pretty woman the entire weekend.”

“When is she getting here?”

“I’m shooting the text the second you’re out that door.”

You sighed, “You replace me so easily.”

“Oh baby,” she cooed, “Remember who’s leaving who.”

“A couple of days. You could be lonely for a few days.”

Alex walked you out. Stressing that you had to text her throughout your drive. It was only a three hour drive, but a lot could happen within that time.

All in all it wasn’t a bad trip. Monotonous without your usual partner in the passenger seat, but not bad. Your nerves bit at you. Hannibal’s social presence really was everything to him. Your head ran though countless ways you could mess up the night. Ultimately you wouldn’t, you knew that, but your brain sure did like to torture you with the idea.

“Everything will be fine,” you told yourself as you parked alongside the manor. Staying in the car for a moment you built yourself up. It was Hannibal. He knew about your home life. How you took your coffee. The things you’ve allowed him to do to you. Probably some understanding of things that he hadn’t done to you yet. A knock on your window pulled you out of your thoughts.

Opening the door you got out of the car.

“You weren’t thinking of running away, I hope,” Hannibal greeted.

“I wasn’t. Nerves,” you admitted. “It’s usually just the two of us, y’know…”

“Darling,” he scoffed, adjusting a piece of your hair, “I have no doubt in my mind that my companions wouldn’t adore you as much as I do.”

You moved to grab your bag, only for Hannibal to immediately take it from you. “You say that now, but that’s only because you’ve become accustomed to that certain charm I have at three in the morning after a night of studying. I’m not sure I can be as adorable to all of your friends.”

“Anyone that thinks otherwise has no place in my home.” Hannibal grabbed your hand in his own, leading you to the manor.

Once the front door closed, he wasted no time pulling you close. The kiss was long and rough. Both attempting to make up for lost time in the limited minutes you had. A soft moan from you made him press you against the door, the bag that had been in his hand long forgotten. His hand pressed lightly against your throat as he pushed a knee in between yours.

It was a long while before he pulled away. He rested his forehead against yours. “I’ve missed my favorite plaything,” He spoke into the shared air, “You’ve been away so long.”

“Your favorite?” You asked, looking at him dazed.

He smiled, mischief in his eyes. “I’d wager they couldn’t kiss you so well you’d look at them like they hung the stars after.”

“I do not!”

“Of course you don’t, darling.” He picked up your bag. “Come, we should start getting dressed.” You followed Hannibal up the stairs to his room. Apparently yours too, at least for the next couple of nights, since he emptied the contents of your bag into an empty dresser drawer. “You’re more than welcome to explore if you do get uncomfortable. I know meeting a sea of people can feel overwhelming.”

“I’m just afraid I’ll be out of place.”

“You’re exactly where I want you to be,” he disappeared into the walk-in closet, “The other’s are decent enough people. However, it makes sense that such divine beauty doesn’t fit in amongst commoners. I’d never dream of you finding yourself their equal.”

You walked over to examine the drawings he had hung on the wall next to his bed. “I’m not sure I’m worthy of such high thought.”

He came back, placing the suit and dress onto the bed. Standing behind you, he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. “I really do mean it, beloved. You’re strong and intelligent. As much as I’d like to, you won’t allow me to pull strings and help you. That’s more than most of the crowd coming over tonight. They haven’t faced hardships like yourself and I. Don’t allow yourself to be treated less than and, please, tell me if anyone makes you feel that way.”

You turned your head, kissing his cheek. “I’m not sure I believe it, but I’m grateful for the thought.”

“I simply must make it my mission to prove it.” He inhaled deeply, “You’ve changed your perfume?”

“I liked the one you bought,” you said simply, getting out of his arms, you looked at the dress he had gotten you. The piece of fabric was easily the most expensive thing you owned now. It didn’t match his suit, but the two certainly complimented each other. “You really didn’t have to.”

“I want to,” he went to open another dresser drawer, pulling out a small box, “Consider it all a graduation present. You worked hard and deserve a reward for it. We didn’t get a chance to see one another before you left.”

“You’ve had these since then?” You asked.

“Of course. How could I resist an opportunity to find you a gift? And with Alex so graciously allowing me to buy you a dress, I figured tonight would be a wonderful time to give you your gift.” He opened the jewelry box.

“Hannibal,” you gasped quietly, the jewelry glimmered brightly, “It’s beautiful.” Usually you weren’t one for objects, but this was also the most thoughtful thing you’ve ever received. Hannibal had taken the small bits he knew of you and picked out the perfect pieces of jewelry for you. It was the feeling of being known so well that made it special.

“The second I saw this set I couldn’t help but think of my darling girl. Would you like me to put the necklace on you now?”

You quickly shook your head, “After I get dressed, please. I wouldn’t want to risk dirtying it while I’m getting ready.”

“In that case, I’ll show you where you can get ready.”

You grabbed the things you needed to make yourself look presentable and followed Hannibal to the bathroom. To your surprise he started to undress after he hung up his suit and your dress. You shrugged it off and set your stuff on the counter, you were more than comfortable with him and you and Alex had taken to doing similar in your cramped bathroom early mornings. The shower turned on while you took out your makeup. His humming filled the otherwise quiet room.

When you were pleased with how your makeup looked, you moved on to fussing with your hair. The shower shut off and your eyes wandered briefly in the mirror. You watched the show as he dried off his chest and followed the towel up as he dried his hair. He caught your eye, brow raised, you shrugged and sent a wink his way.

You got undressed, tossing your clothes in the hamper as you did. Walking over to the dress you felt the fabric between your fingers, studying the intricate pattern that was sown on to it.

“You don’t like it, darling?” Hannibal asked as he buttoned his shirt. “There’s another in the closet, but I was hopeful you’d like this one. You'd look stunning.”

“Admiring,” you stated simply, “Wait there’s another?”

“There’s a show, I’d like to see tomorrow. I figured it could be an outing for us.” He checked himself over before styling his hair. “This is ‘Making it worth my while’ as Alex said.”

“Han, you know better than to listen to Al.” You sighed, “I’m grateful, I honestly am. It’s just embarrassing. I really can’t give you anything in return.”

Hannibal came over to you, holding one of your hands in his. “They’re simple trinkets of my affection. In the end they all mean nothing. YN, you grace me with your presence and time, which is something that can never be repaid in form. I hold you dearly, your time is more than I deserve.”

You stood on the tips of your toes kissing him gently. There was all the time later for a rougher touch. Now you just wanted to feel him pressed close against yourself. A brief flick of thought asked if you really wanted this to just be a fleeting thing between friends. Pulling away, you gave him one final kiss to the side of his mouth.

“You’re allowed to give me one gift a month,” you teased, as you grabbed his tie and set to work on tying it for him. “You’re not my sugar daddy, as much as Alex wishes you were.”

“And you’re welcome to set as many rules as you’d like when it comes to this. However, what’s forcing me to follow them?” His hands grazed along your sides, “We both understand who makes the rules, don’t we little one?”

The part of you that had become accustomed to that particular tone, faltered slightly. “Hannibal, we’re not always in sessions,” you reminded him as you tightened the tie, “You can’t just have your way.”

“Why not?”

You shook your head, annoyed, “Or you can do what you’d like. It’s your wallet after all.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized immediately, “I don’t want to offend you.”

You let it go, there was no use to fight over this. “It’s okay, you’re only teasing right?”

“May I please see you in the dress?” He asked, lightening the mood.

You turned, returning to the piece of elegant fabric. Carefully you pulled it on. He really was excellent when it came to fashion. The dress hugged the right places and accentuated everything wonderfully. Hannibal stepped behind you once again. Zipping the back for you, his fingers trailing up as he did. Carefully, he moved your hair to the side as he fixed the necklace in place. Dipping his head down, he kissed that spot on your neck he had quickly learned turned you to putty in his hands. You leaned against him, angling your neck to give him better access as a soft moan escaped. His teeth grazed gently against your neck, he seemed to toy with the idea of making a mark before backing away. As much as he’d enjoy to see it blossom, he knew you had many first impressions to make.

You whimpered at the loss of contact. Suddenly realizing just how much you had missed him.

“I know, little one,” he sighed, pressing a kiss on the side of your ear, “but we have a night to get through. After this, I belong to you. We will have all tomorrow for each other.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

The dinner party was beautifully done. Of course it was. Hannibal never spared any expense, let alone when he was trying to impress. He had introduced you to a couple people, they were nice enough, but you just couldn’t find a connection with them. You definitely steered clear of Bedelia. That woman was intimidating to a whole other degree. Definitely someone you could actually see Hannibal going after. You wondered why he didn’t.

An hour into the dinner party, you slipped away. He had said you could explore and honestly, without him you weren’t much for conversation. You had already gotten a snide look for saying you worked at a bar on nights, but they didn’t hold much interest for you either. All the conversations you had heard were meaningless droning. People constantly trying to one up another or bragging about something new they acquired or some business deal.

So it was safe to say no one noticed your absence. Well maybe one extremely observant man.

You found yourself in his library, taking residence in a nook next to a window. Hannibal’s sketch book in your lap as you looked over his drawings. Each drawing looked like he must have spent hours on it. You marveled at his talent, watching the range go from almost romantic to grouesome. Some things could be recognized as his take on art pieces, and landscapes, while others seemed to be originals. The originals were darker in nature, but you supposed it made sense. He saw death as something comforting and could be considered beautiful. Of course it would translate into his pieces.

The door opened, revealing the man that occupied your thoughts at the moment. “Is everything alright, darling? No one bothered you, I hope.”

You smiled up at him. “I’m fine. I just wanted a break, I’m getting a little bit of a headache.”

“Oh?” He touched your forehead with the back of his hand, “Are you feeling well?”

“I’ll go back in a moment,” you promised himas you brought his hand down to press a peck onto it, “Go enjoy your party.”

“They can keep themselves entertained for a while.” He took a seat next to you, pulling you to rest against him. “I could use a moment too.”

You couldn’t stave off the smile that played on your lips to get to have him to yourself. He made you feel comfortable and honestly you were out of your element at this party. Hannibal rested his head against the wall. That left his neck vulnerable and you couldn’t resist placing a kiss on it.

“Why must you insist on acting up when we are alone, darling girl?” He hummed quietly, his hand entertained itself absentmindedly drawing things on your thigh.

“I missed you,” you insisted. “Not just like that. We used to spend a lot of time together.”

“It has been a long time. I’m sorry about that.”

“I had your number too. I’m not completely out of blame.”

“Well, you’ll find a way to make it up to me.” He tugged you closer, “You’re too far.”

You straddled one of his thighs, placing your hand on his shoulders. “I’m sure you have a couple ideas of how.”

“A couple.”

Leaning in you caught him in a kiss. His hand started to trail lower, you caught him by the wrist before he got to his destination, placing his hand back on your hip. With his original plan voided, he bounced his thigh against you, the hands on your hips helping you grind down. You couldn’t help the moan you let out. Letting him continue until you remembered the party happening not so far away.

“Hannibal,” you whined against his lips, “Not right now.”

“But you sound so sweet, darling, don’t mind them.” He continued his earlier assault on your neck, this time not thinking twice before sucking his mark onto it. “You look so beautiful tonight. I know you can give me one before we’re missed, you’re always so good for me. Don’t you want to be good?”

The growing lust clouded your judgement. Hannibal’s soft words and the gentle but perfect rhythm he was working on made it hard to find any reason to argue.

“Yes, daddy,” you sighed softly, “I want to be good for you.”

The door opened again, followed by a dramatic gasp, “Hannibal, having dessert before the rest of us?” The strange man eyed you, “Plan on sharing?”

Hannibal had been quick to tug down the dress that had rode up, keeping you safe from prying eyes. “Unfortunately, I’m not one for sharing. If you don’t mind waiting in the hall. I’ll meet with you in a second.”

“Oh, I’d much prefer to stay. Hello, what’s your name? Is Hannibal keeping you entertained?”

You hid your face against Hannibal’s shoulder, your face burning to the touch.

“Shy thing isn’t she, daddy?”

“I really must insist you leave now,” Hannibal said, the anger evident in his voice.

“Fine, killjoy.” You heard retreating steps and the door closed again.

“Of course out of everyone to find us it was the gossip,” he sighed to himself, dropping a kiss to the top of your head, “I’m sorry about that, love.”

“I told you not now,” you said, pulling away and going back to your seat beside him.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he kissed the back of your hand, “I thought we’d have a couple more minutes before someone looked for us, let alone find us. Let me handle this and then you’ll never see him again.”

You nodded. “Can I go to the room for the night? He made me feel… strange.”

“Darling,” he cupped your cheek, a sad look in his eyes, “this is your home more than anyone else out there. Don’t let him ruin the night for us. I’ll make sure he’s gone and stay by you the rest of the night. Does that sound okay?”

And true to his word he was, he had escorted the man out quickly once he found him. However the Gossip was apparently a fast worker, because a couple people did give you lingering looks. Though they were quick to save face if they so much as thought Hannibal noticed. Whatever they thought didn’t matter. You were two grown, consenting adults that enjoyed each other’s company, be damned what others thought. Throughout the night you kept telling yourself that, hoping to cut the embarrassment short. A couple times you caught yourself, thoughtlessly intertwining your fingers with Hannibal’s when you were less than sturdy. Each time he squeezed your fingers gently, quiet reassurance that he was there for you.

You woke up the following morning. Hannibal was still asleep beside you, it must have been early. He looked sweet in the mornings. Relaxed, not as stiff as he usually was, his hair sticking up in places he’d immediately flatten out once he woke as he greeted you with that deeper more accented voice that accompanied the mornings. You pressed a kiss to his chest, before carefully removing the arm that was sprawled across your stomach.

Looking at the clock, you considered the time. There was enough if you worked quickly. Standing up, you grabbed one of your shirts and shorts. After freshening up, you made your way down to the kitchen.

It was different. You hadn’t toured much of the home, let alone know where anything was, but you gathered your bearings fast enough. The things you needed had been placed somewhat similarly to his old home and you set everything onto the counter. Protein scramble, fruit, and pancakes seemed like a good option today. The pancakes, he had taught you to make when you asked where the box mix was and obviously he wouldn’t stand for you not knowing how to make something so simple from scratch.

Your phone played music as you set to work, washing the used dishes along the way so there wasn’t too much of a mess.

As you were plating the food, you heard Hannibal call out your name.

“Kitchen!” You called out.

He was quick to meet you, “Darling, I could have made you breakfast. You should have stayed in bed with me.”

“I couldn’t sleep any more and you looked too sweet to wake,” you poured two cups of coffee and prepared them to both of your liking, “Figured why not play domestic for a while.”

“How did you like it?” He asked, walking over to take the cup from you.

“Eh well you know, the domestic life,” you shrugged, feeding him a cut strawberry, “I like to let my partner sleep in on Saturday’s and make them comfort breakfasts. Sometimes they ruin breakfast in bed by coming down too early, but what can you do?”

He chuckled around the bite of strawberry, “I’m sorry, beloved. I’ll stay put next time.”

“Yes, you will.” You stood on the tips of your toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “But I’m not too angry at you. I enjoy your company.”

His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. “Aren’t you usually sporting my shirts on these mornings?”

“I didn’t want to ruin one of them.”

“You couldn’t ruin a thing if you tried. I’ve got more than enough for you to steal away when you go back home too.”

“I only took them, because someone made a habit of messing up my shirts.”

“And your reasoning for keeping them, little one?” He grabbed the plates, “Come along, the mornings have been wonderful recently.”

You grabbed the cups. “You should’ve come and picked them up the same way I had. It’s your own fault they aren’t back where they belong.”

The afternoon was spent in each other’s company. Hannibal had insisted he’d wash the remaining dishes and asked you to pick up his sketchbook and pencils from the library since you were going to find yourself something to read. You did as asked, before returning outside. Setting his things on the table, you went to go sit in a sunny spot of grass.

It wasn’t long until Hannibal rejoined you outside and took a seat.

You glanced up curiously after a while, he was sketching away.

“Anything I can do for you, beloved?” He asked, not looking up from his work.

“Just watching.”

He hummed in response.

Some unease settled in your stomach when you remembered why exactly you were over here. What was the harm in voicing it? “Hannibal?” You waited until he looked up at you, “You’re okay that we haven’t slept together yet? I mean… I know that’s why I am here.”

It was true, the lingering looks you had gotten at dinner, paired with the small embarrassment of realizing one of Hannibal’s love bites got to bloom in front of them all threw you off at night. You had tried to let yourself go, let him have control of you for a while, but you couldn’t go past taking off some clothes and letting your hands feel the other. He didn’t mind when you didn’t want to do more. Always the gentleman. Instead he settled you against his chest, an arm keeping you close, quiet conversation and long breathtaking kisses filled the night.

“I’m not one of those little boys you’ve found,” he stated, seeming to be mildly offended, “I enjoy our quiet moments just as much, if not more. Sex is something else we could do together, nothing more. It’s not everything, little one. You’re not here for that purpose. What I enjoy is your company and I’ll take it any way you give it.”

You tilted your head looking at him closely, he mimicked you, narrowing his eyes at you playfully. That made you laugh softly, you decided he was being honest and not covering up his disappointment with sweet words. Patting the grass next to you, “Sit with me.”

“YN…”

“Please?” You asked, sweetening the pot with a pout.

He shook his head but gathered his things, soon joining you. Resting your head on his shoulder you looked at what he was sketching. The scene was you at the present moment. Half faced toward him, book in hand, completely relaxed, and more perfect than you ever dreamed of being.

“That’s an exaggeration, I’m not that beautiful.”

“That’s where we must differ, my love,” he kissed your temple, “Try as I might I’ll never be able to draw you with the dignity you deserve. It’s a poor imitation of the way I perceive you.”

“You’re a ridiculous man,” you said fondly, “Though I suppose I’d like to keep you around a while longer.”

“Suppose” he scoffed, “ You’d be lost without me.”

You stuck your tongue out at him childishly and went back to your book.

“Darling, I do adore when you take care of yourself, but we’ll be late if you don’t hurry,” Hannibal said, leaning on the bathroom’s door frame already dressed for the outing.

“It’s not my fault you always manage to get the bath perfect,” you groaned, getting out of the bathtub.

Hannibal walked over, grabbing a towel on his way. “I’ll run you another later.”

You took the towel, drying yourself off. It was nice to see a rare impatient Hannibal. There was more to that calm and collected demeanor he usually had. “You’re cute when you’re excited about something. Where are we going?”

“I got us tickets to the opera.”

“Really!” You lit up at that. When he talked about the shows he had seen before, he’d get so much more animated. It would be nice to experience one with him. “Which one?”

“Die Entführung aus dem Serail,” he answered, taking you in with a smile, “but darling, your excitement may go to waste, I’m afraid.”

“I’ll be quick!”

With you keeping your promise and Hannibal’s quick driving, it didn’t take anytime to make it to the opera house. There was time to spare and Hannibal socialized a bit, introducing you to other regulars. You exchanged pleasantries and let Hannibal control the conversation as you looked around the place. Some people you recognized from last night. One person you saw nod towards you whispering something to his companion.

“I didn’t think he’d be one for cradle robbing,” you caught the man say, as he eyed you up, “Lucky man. Reckon I could steal that little piece away?”

You subtly moved closer to Hannibal, feeling the heat rise to your face.

Hannibal turned his attention to you when the others started talking amongst themselves. “Are you alright?” He asked quietly, tucking away a strand of your hair that fell out of place.

“Yeah. I’m great,” you lied, knowing he’d probably take offense to any minute comment made about whatever kind of relationship the two of you had.

“Are you certain?” The tone of voice saying he knew you were hiding something. He always seemed to read you so easily. In that he knew you’d continue to deny anything. “Would you like to go to our seats now? The show should start in a couple of minutes.”

“Yes, please.”

Hannibal grabbed your hand in his, leading you away from the crowd. To your surprise he took you to a private balcony above the rest of the audience seating. “Since, it’s your first time, I figured privacy would do us well. No distractions,” he paused for a moment, “No one to get into that pretty little head of yours.”

“I just don’t enjoy all the looks and comments,” you sighed, allowing him to pull you down onto the seat with him. “I love spending time with you. It’s just soured by people that don’t mind their own.”

“It’s not ideal, but we mustn’t let them ruin our nights. With this kind of community, people make assumptions and talk. Darling, I really do insist you tell me when someone makes you upset.”

“I know, I know. Guess I should have braced for it more. I’m just not used to these kinds of things. When we’re alone it’s easy to just exist together. Just us.”

“I understand completely. However, I do enjoy that we finally got to leave the house. You look absolutely breathtaking tonight.”

You smiled at that, “Well, you do seem to have an eye for what suits me.”

“That, I do.”

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you breathed the comforting scent of his cologne, “I’m sorry I let them get to me when we're supposed to be enjoying our time together. It’s not fair to you.”

“They get annoying,” he gave your thigh a gentle squeeze, “Of course you’d take offense for us. There isn’t much we can do besides understand that we’re here for the right reasons. Though, it does get under my skin to see you affected so under my care.”

Soon the crowd made their way to the seats and the lights dimmed to near black. When the music started Hannibal whispered translations into your ear. You got caught up in the story between watching the characters go through their woes and Hannibal’s gentle voice guiding you through every detail. It was easy to see what Hannibal saw at these events. They really were thrilling to watch. Still it wasn’t so much the show, but getting to know another side of the man in question.

You looked at the man beside you, a happy smile plastered on your face. “Thank you for bringing me, Hannibal.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

“Your love?” You challenged teasingly.

A couple times he had thrown around the pet name. You didn’t take it for much. He was a sweet, old fashioned man, you had decided to believe. A sweet nothing that neither of you minded. Still you couldn’t deny the slight softness you felt from the moniker.

“You’ve promised yourself as all mine before,” he reminded you, “and I take no issue in claiming what’s mine.”

“That was said when I was drunk on you.”

“Deny all you’d like, sweet girl, you’re still mine.”

Hannibal tilted your head up slightly to kiss you. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care about why the music crescendoed in that moment. Not when he was kissing you with more passion than you had ever felt. He had a way of making it feel like you were the only beings in existence. Hannibal bit at your lip, asking for more, and you gave it to him without a thought. You’d do whatever he wanted at that moment. Still you couldn’t help grabbing his wrist when his hand found it’s way up your dress. He swallowed the helpless moan that slipped past your lips greedily.

You pulled away from him, your hips grinding onto his hand on their own accord. “Hannibal, I-“

He hushed you, “You’re missing a very important part of the show.” His hand didn’t let up from its ministrations as he continued to translate for you.

You went to cover your mouth with your hand, but Hannibal stopped you short, placing it back at your side. A quick mummer of be good was all he offered, not once stopping the pace he had set. You choked back the moan when he pressed against a spot that had been long neglected since the last time you paid him a visit. The music being so loud was your only safe haven, still, you pressed yourself further into Hannibal, hoping to hide yourself further from any wandering eyes that might look away from the show. Embarrassment and lust built with every thrust of Hannibal’s fingers. The former was getting increasingly easier to ignore as Hannibal pulled you closer and closer to your end. Pressing your face against his neck, you bit at the skin there in a cheap attempt at revenge for what he was putting you through.

Hannibal’s fingers stilled. A quiet chuckle met your ear when he heard your whimper of protest, stopping your hips as you attempted to help yourself. “Such an easy thing to toy with, you're nothing more than my own personal whore.” He didn’t miss the throb around his fingers at those words. “You’d let me use you however I’d like wouldn’t you?”

You gave a lazy nod as he brought his fingers up to your mouth. Eager to please him, hoping he’d let you finish, you opened your mouth and sucked his fingers clean. Behind your back, you felt him working himself out of his pants. Taking his hand away he adjusted your dress higher before pulling you on to his lap. With his other hand the head of his cock teased your clit, you forced yourself not to complain, knowing he’d go on longer if you did. When he finally pushed into you, you couldn’t fight off the moan of contentment as he filled you completely. Turning your head, you caught him in a languid kiss, caught up in only him despite the performance going on.

“Please?”

“What do you need?”

“You.” You shifted your hips slightly, “May I please move?”

“I’m sorry, little one,” you caught the slight upward twitch of his lip when you looked at him in disbelief, “I’d rather use you at my leisure.”

You whined in frustration, leaning against him knowing he’d play a cruel game. This time he offered no translations, keeping you entirely focused on the feeling of him buried deep inside of you doing nothing to help relieve your need for him. When you did manage to distract yourself, he circled your clit and gave a few sharp thrust, just enough to bring you back where he wanted you. His hand continued, changing the rhythm every so often so you’d stay aware of your position.

“I’ll be so good,” you begged helplessly.

“And yesterday you had been so against it despite having our privacy in the library,” he reminded you, pushing in and out of you in a too slow pace, but at least he was moving, “What was it that was missing, hm? The audience that could look up and see me using what’s mine?”

You didn’t know what had changed. Not truely. Maybe it was the couple of glasses of wine you had drunk throughout the day. Perhaps it was just finally getting what you had wanted for so long. Honestly, you couldn’t find yourself to be curious enough to find out.

“I wanna cum,” you told him, swallowing the embarrassment.

“I don’t know, darling, you’ve tried to find comfort with others. I really can’t say I approve of the notion. Suppose, I could just use you for your worth and leave you dry.” He groaned into your ear as you clenched around him, he sped up his thrust, “There’s my good girl, you like the sound of that?”

“Hannibal, please,” you whimpered, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Beg for it.”

“I’ll never look for anyone else again. It was so stupid to think anyone else could make me feel as good as you.” Your breath hitched when he struck deeper, “I've been so desperate for you.”

“That’s all so very sweet, but that’s not exactly what I want to hear.”

You whined quietly as you tried to figure out the right combination of words to get you what you wanted. “I’m just yours… No one else’s… You’re the only one, I’m so sorry…”

“See? Was it so hard to apologize for your misconduct?”

You shook your head.

He pinched your thigh. “Words, darling.”

“No, daddy,” you moaned, as his hands guided your hips to move with him, “But I’ll be good for you now.”

“I still don’t think you deserve to cum, you pathetic thing.”

“You’ll let me?”

Hannibal’s hand grabbed your jaw roughly, making you look at him. “Next time I won’t be so generous. Understood?”

You swallowed down the slight twinge of fear that had worked its way into your system. “Yes, sir.”

He pushed your face away. “Work for it yourself.”

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