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giulscomix · 7 months
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Give this man some happiness, I beg you ❤️💙
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a-small-safe-place · 3 months
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Platonic!Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham w/ Child!Reader
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You knocked on the door of the large house Hannibal had picked out for him and Will to live in. It was out of the way from the town, so it was odd to receive a knock. Luckily, it was Will that answered rather than Hannibal. The other kids in town said the men who lived in this house liked to kidnap badly behaving girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel. But this man didn’t seem scary. He seemed nice as he scolded their dogs for running out of the house.
“Hello, mister, I’m selling chocolate-covered pretzel sticks for my school and wanted to see if you would like to buy one?” You asked, trying to sound confident but sounding shaky instead. He didn’t seem to mind; he seemed happy you were there. “I happen to love chocolate-covered pretzels, but my husband thinks they are too simple to be a good treat. Let’s see what flavors you have.” He begins looking through the flavors you brought when his husband, Hannibal, silently walks up behind the other man. “Who is this?” He asks Will.
“Oh, this is… uh…” You stop him and introduce yourself and again explain why you are there. “This is quite a ways away from the town; surely you did not walk all the way here.” Hannibal questions. “No, sir, I rode my bike. I knew there were a few houses out this way, and I was determined to visit.”
Your determination pleases Hannibal but slightly concerns him. You’re an innocent child. You can’t be out riding your bike on these secluded roads. Will quits digging in the pretzel box, “I have to go get dog food anyway; I could bring you back to town. We will take the whole box of your pretzels since you came all this way out here.” Hannibal seems mildly annoyed by this. You remember that Will said Hannibal thinks they are too simple. Will leaves you alone with Hannibal to grab some cash. “Would you like to step inside? You’ll get sick out there.” Hannibal asks. You gratefully step in. “Your home is pretty.” You observe, earning a soft approving smile from Hannibal.
“Thank you, not many people your age appreciate style. Though you don’t seem like many people your age.” After he finishes talking, you try to stay quiet, and finally, Will returns, giving you the money for your entire box of pretzels. “Now I’m heading into town; would you like a ride?” Will offers. “Yes, please.” You tell him.
The ride back is quiet until he begins to talk. “Most kids avoid our house for their fundraisers. Do you know why?” You glance nervously, “I think it’s just too far.” It’s an obvious lie. “You don’t have to worry about being polite. I know there’s probably a crazy rumor about Hannibal and me.” You stay silent, but the silence is too loud to handle, “All the kids think you and Dr. Lecter like to kidnap and girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel.”
“Well, maybe that’s why I needed all those sweet pretzels, so Dr. Lecter and I could finish building our cottage made of candy.” He seems a little sad at the revelation of this rumor. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said anything.” He smiles and says, “Don’t worry about it. You could make it up to me by telling me how this rumor got started.”
“One of the boys that graduated high school last year told his little brother that he broke into your home on a dare and found human meat in the freezer, but he couldn’t go to the police because he was trespassing and he was high.” You finish explaining. Will smiles a bit, but it has a nervous edge this time, “Do you think we eat bad girls and boys?” You think about it, “no, because you had a bunch of times where you could have killed and eaten me.”
“Are you a bad kid?” Will asks teasingly. “I don’t know. I get in trouble sometimes. My house is in town away, in a trailer park.” Will knew which trailer park. It was “the bad part of town” he knew because he saw the crime statistics for that area and the number of times the cops are called out there. He had seen them the few times he and Hannibal helped with the local law. Hannibal had gotten close with the town’s political figures, and Will had basically been made into an honorary detective with the law enforcement. This town was corrupt to its core, but it was away from the prying eyes of the FBI, and it’s the only place Hannibal and Will could agree on geographically. Will’s only stipulation was that there were good places to fish.
Eventually, you make it to the trailer. Will waits until you make it inside. He cannot help but think about Abigail. He could have had a potential family with Hannibal if things had gone correctly. He was happy with Hannibal and the dogs, but something about you made him want more.
Weeks pass, and he does not bring the topic up to Hannibal. Little did he know Hannibal had been keeping an extra close eye on you. He did it under the guise of getting more pretzels for Will and then special ordering one of the unique flavors that you did not have so he could come back around to "check on the order." Will finds this all out when you see him in the store and give him the order Hannibal had placed.
"That kid from the other day gave me the order you placed," Will says placing the box on the table. "I thought you hated junk food."
"I do; they were a surprise for you. You seem to have taken a liking to the child." Hannibal observes. "They're a good kid. They kind of remind me of Abigail." The room becomes silent for a second too long. Hannibal hates it when Will brings up Abigail. "You seem to like the kid too. You went out of your way to find them to order the pretzels when there were plenty of easier options to order from." Hannibal knows he has been caught.
"They're a well-behaved child, very polite. Like Abigail." Hannibal says somewhat pointedly. "Have you thought about us expanding our family? Not with another dog, but with a human?" Hannibal asks before Will has time to respond to the first statement.
"I hadn't, and then that kid came knocking at the door, and since then, it is all I can think about. But I don't want any kid. Our kid from the trailer park seems to be the best fit; it has to be them." Will explains, hoping that Hannibal will understand.
"Then so be it; they will be our child for us to protect," Hannibal says as if this is a normal conversation.
As the two men begin to work on a plan to add you to their family, their fatherly love for you grows more into fatherly obsession. You're their kid; no one gets to hurt you. Once you're safe and comfortable in their home, no one but them will get to be around you until they know you love them just as much. Hannibal wastes no time putting your room together with all of your favorite things. They were going to make your room the same way it is in the trailer until Hannibal saw the state of your room and became disgusted by the idea of that kind of room being in his expensive house.
Will tries to make a plan to make your transition to their house easier. He finds all kinds of games and activities you are sure to love, even the ones that Hannibal is convinced are bad for your growing brain.
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blackkatdraws2 · 2 months
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Think of two characters/OCs they remind you of and draw them to this comic... [make sure to @ me if you do, I wanna see (◕_◕ )]
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They are my OCs! The old man is named Mr. Zhao and the girl is little Qin. They're family.
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b-skvll · 3 months
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Awww 🤭🤭
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chaoticdaydreamss · 9 months
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Yandere! Miguel o’Hara x Teen! Spider! Reader
Paring: Platonic ~ Oneshot
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CW: Arguing, Slight Yandere behavior, kinda OOC Miguel, mentions of physical violence, bad platonic writing, reader is a rebellious teen, Miguel kinda stalking.
You sat in the HQ, in Miguel’s “Office” to be exact, it wasn’t all that really, it was mostly bland and empty besides the platform that he was always lurking on, the orange lighting was starting to irritate you. So you got up and left, well tried to before you heard that same voice.
“Where are you going [Name]?”
“To eat, to process food so I don’t feel sick.”
“No need to be a smart aleck, I was just simply asking, return once you finished.”
“Ey ey captain!”
Miguel rolled his eyes pressing his fingers on the bridge of his nose as you left, his hands going on the keyboard, which summoned Lyla
“What’s up Miguel?”
“I want you to find out everything on Spider-(Man/Women) on Earth 890-4E.”
“Sure thing, I’ll put them on the screens, but why are you wanting to find out about them?”
“Classified information Lyla.”
With that she disappeared, the AI putting up information form your past, Miguel looked at the screens with a soft smile, feeling his eyes shift to a soft pink and his pupils turning into soft hearts. He found out everything, what you looked like as a child, your past, your interests everything.
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You finished eating after a while and were full, the food here was delicious, but instead of listening to Miguel you used your wristband and opened the portal, reporting back home, you walked threw and your foot landed on the rooftop, looking around at the busy city and closing signs it filled you with joy, you loved being back, you shot out your web and looked around and helping out anyone who needed you.
You’ve been with Miguel 24/7 having other Spider people help with your city, but you wanted some fresh air and to actually do something instead of being cooped up in Miguel’s bland room. It honestly kinda made you go crazy, the walls were the same color and to you it didn’t have any “Spark” besides the platform Miguel always lurked on.
Being a superhero is fun and all but it can get stressful, not only do you have to save the city but your grades as well, unlike what Gwen tells you about the guy on Earth-1610 who can be Spider-Man and have almost all A’s you were struggling with C’s and D’s, which you wish you could go visit and ask him for help.
But you couldn’t, Miguel said you shouldn’t, although you are a rule breaker and don’t like listening to him you should probably stick with what he says this time around.
As you stood on a rooftop pacing back and forth mumbling under your mask you felt your Spidey-Sences kick on, you felt something was wrong, so using your silk you flung your self from building to building until you got onto the scene, you saw the red and blue lights flashing and the police standing in front of a building, talking about a weird looking creature. So with out a second thought you snuck right in, looking around you would spot tons of debris and blood. Before you knew it you were swept into the air.
The creature of sorts slammed you into a the floor of a multi leveled building, you tried getting up but felt you body burn form the inside, you didn’t know what had happen. Did land and a hit on you? Were you injected with something? No amount of questions would be able to explain what was going on. Getting up off your feet you tried using your web which sadly you were out of. What a coincidence..
You were coughing up blood, feeling your body ache, as the creature walked toward you and grabbed your neck. Throwing you against some heavy machinery, you couldn’t move, that throne had hurt you so badly everything in your body was aching, your vision got fuzzy, before your vision blackened you saw a orange and red portal open, and red strings protruding out of it, anything after that you can’t quite recall.
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Once you were “awake” you opened your eyes, lucky the room wasn’t bright, so your eyes easily adjusted, you noticed the glowing red silk stuck on your mouth, arms and ankles, you struggled in your chair and heard the voice that be longed to the one and only Miguel O’Hara, you looked up and saw the tall male walk towards you.
“I told you not to leave, and you disobey me? You see what happens when you disobey my orders?! If I didn’t arrive there at the time I did that anomaly would have killed you! Lo juro.. why do you never listen to me?! I know what’s best for you Gabriella!”
Miguel cough himself, noticing what he said, crouching down to your hight and put a hand on your cheek.
“I..didn’t mean to make you scared..”
Miguel removed the webbing from your mouth
“So that’s all I to you?! A replacement for her?! I WAS NEVER SCARED OF YOU! I JUST DIDN’T LIKE YOU! YOU WERE SO COLD TO ME AND NOW YOUR WORRYING?! YOU ONLY CARE BECAUSE YOU CAN’T LOSE ANOTHER THING IN YOUR LIFE!”
He was silent, looking down, before you could speak your mouth was covered, same with your eyes, Miguel getting up.
“Lyla. Keep an eye on them until I get back. Don’t allow them to leave.”
“Okay, sure thing.”
You honestly hopped Lyla would help you but she didn’t, you heard Miguel’s footsteps start to grow quiet, as you tilted your head down, knowing this was your new forever home with your “Dad”.
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AYO PAZ VIZSLA HAVING A KID WAS NOT ON MY FUCKING MANDO S3 BINGO CARD ,, WHY AM I IN TEARS OVER THEIR EMBRACE ?????? HELP
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Léon Cogniet (1794-1880) "Métabus et Camille" In Virgil's Aeneid, Camilla is the daughter of King Metabus and Casmilla. Driven from his throne, Metabus is chased into the wilderness by armed Volsci, his infant daughter in his hands. The river Amasenus blocked his path, and, fearing for his child's welfare, Metabus bound her to a spear. He promised Diana that Camilla would be her servant, a warrior virgin. He then safely threw her to the other side, and swam across to retrieve her. The baby Camilla was suckled by a mare, and once her "first firm steps had [been] taken, the small palms were armed with a keen javelin; her sire a bow and quiver from her shoulder slung." She was raised in her childhood to be a huntress and kept the companionship of her father and the shepherds in the hills and woods.
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palominojacoby · 9 months
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Ephraim Moshe Lilien, An Orthodox Jew With His Child
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No matter the universe...
No matter the injuries...
No matter the occasion...
Drake will always be the best father for Gosalyn...
Happy Fathers Day!!
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viagginterstellari · 9 months
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A father - Algeria, 2022
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Father and child in Central Park, 1929.
Photo: Irving Browning via Vintage Everyday
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giulscomix · 4 months
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After a long art block, I finally managed to sketch something again with these two!
I want to show the Similarities that Father and Daughter share, I'll do more about this subject ^_^ Same questioning look, same way to eat, but Gabi prefers burritos!
MY COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! If interested, please send me an e-mail: [email protected]
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idol--hands · 8 months
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nappy-by-nature · 10 months
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Happy Father’s Day!!
2023
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enterrandomname · 2 months
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Frederick Chilton + Child!Reader
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Warning: Might be OOC, I dunno
Word Count: 411 words
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“Dad.”
“Dad.”
“Daddy.”
“Papa.”
“Dad, wake up!”
A slap on the face immediately woke Frederick up. He gasped for air as he sat up, turning his head to look at the child that waited impatiently next to his bed.
“Santa came to the house and left gifts!” you exclaimed, jumping up and down as you pointed at the opened door. Chilton sighed but nodded. “Yes, yes, can’t you just give me 5 more minutes of rest, sweetie?” He mumbled, grabbing his pillow and shoving it in his face.
“But, dad!” you whined. “I want to open my presents!” You looked down at the ground, trying to come up with an idea to get your father out of bed. Frederick kept his eyes open as he waited for whatever was going to happen.
Sighing once again, he placed the pillow on the side and got out of bed, putting his slippers on. You smiled and grabbed his hand pulling him to the living room. “Calm down; the presents aren’t going anywhere.” He said that, giving you a pat on the head with his free hand.
“Fine!” You huffed, letting go of his hand before crossing your arms. Chilton shook his head, massaging the bridge of his nose. “Do you want pancakes for breakfast?”
“Yes!”
A smile formed on his face as he heard your response. He never once found himself having a child, but it seemed that changed when he found you all by yourself near his house. He felt some sort of connection with you.
“Dad?” Your voice tore him away from his thoughts. “Yes?” He responded, looking down at you. “Can we get a cat?”
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“Perhaps when you’re old enough, we can get one.” God knows what he is getting himself into in the future.
Placing a plate of pancakes in front of you, he watched as you ate your pancakes happily. “Remember to eat slowly; I don’t want you to choke.” He reminded you. “I know! I know, dad!”
“Why do you always act like I haven’t fed you in months? Is this some sort of medical condition that needs to be checked?”
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“Dad, is it okay if I go to Hannibal’s house next week? He is going to teach me how to cook.” He raised an eyebrow as he looked at you. “Aren’t you a bit young to be cooking?” He asked. “Yeah, but Hannibal said it’s never too young to start!” You exclaimed.
“Should I be concerned?”
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“A Father’s Love” 
Rendered in Daz 
By Leslie C. Campbell
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