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Platonic!Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham w/ Child!Reader
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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I would never hurt you
Hannigram x reader
A/n:I'm finishing up this show and I just adore these two characters alot- I mean who doesn't love them?!!!
Prompt- reader got a glimpse of Hannibal's actual meat he cooks. Will and Hannibal having to calm her down easing her mind.
Cw: mentions of frozen body part,cussing, breakdowns,passing out
You find yourself wondering how you really got into this situation. You Hannibal and will are now living together and now you three are in a polyamorous relationship as well. Well for starters you and will met from the murder of your ex boyfriend, you soon grew a interest in him only because of his psychic powers you called it at first but he was more then that. Soon he asked you if you needed therapy for the trauma and that's how you met Hannibal! The rest is History really. But today was the day your realized...do I actually know my lovers?
You found yourself mopping then you got to the door. The door Hannibal told you don't worry about nor touch because it's his private room. You looked around then at the door as you reached in the lamp next to it and get the key out then opens the door. You walk in to look around as you see a freezer and some cutting instruments too. You walk over as you look at it carefully then at the freezer as you open it and pick up the packet. You stare at it in fear as you drop it and back up fast to run out only to run into Hannibal's chest face first "what are you doing in here Y/n?" His calm face stayed put but his eyes glimpse of anger. You look up at him as you shake your head panicking as you run past him and out the room.
"y/n let's talk about this darling what did you see?" Hannibal followed after you. You shakily go into the study "w-will w-we need to go! Please I'm begging you!" You cry to him as you grab his hand. He narrows his eyebrows "what? What happened" he stands "h-he has h-he has a heart-" you blinked as you look behind you to see him. Will sighs "y/n..hey hey" he pulls you into his arms caressing your head. Hannibal looked at will then at you as he observed. "I know your scared y/n..but why would he hurt you after all this time?" Will raised his eyebrow. You look at him as you mumble "w-what?" "I mean come on" he sighs gently wiping your tears "he would of been killed you." "W-will I dont-' i- don't understand?" You shake your head. He mumbles "how about you rest and we will talk when your more calm" he nods at hannibal.
You turn as Hannibal grabs you and push a cloth over your face. You fight it until the sleep takes over you. Hannibal stares down at you as he sighs gently "to soon darling."Hannibal says as Will walks over and rubs your cheek gently. He picks up your legs as Hannibal lays you down in there shared bed. Hannibal looked over at you as you rested. Will mumbles "she will be okay. I'm sure she would understand..just like Abigail did" he watched you as you layed there. Hannibal nods gently looking down at you as he rubs your cheek.
"I would never hurt you."
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Can you do an headcanon about Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Yandere Will Graham x Reader,please? (Poly relationship)
Yandere!Hannigram HCs
TW: yandere-trope, kidnapping, forced-cannibalism, Stockholm Syndrome
Mentioned previously in Will’s yandere headcanons, he would feel extremely guilty about the obsessive feelings and dark thoughts he had of you.
Hannibal is quit the opposite, he doesn’t see anything wrong with what he feels and doesn’t mind doing anything he can to make sure they had you.
Therefore, Hannibal would heavily influence Will and encourage his obsession. Will’s guilty conscious would practically melt away quicker than if he wasn’t in a relationship with Hannibal already.
Telling him that it was natural and keeping the one you love locked away is simply because you want to make sure they were safe.
And there's nothing wrong with wanting your loved ones saved, correct?
With Will taking pictures of you while stalking you and Hannibal keeping notes about you, they basically make their own little (y/n) scrapbook.
They would team up when it's finally time to kidnap you and bring you to their home.
Hannibal is not afraid man-handling you if things went south. If you struggled or fought against them, he would quickly take you down.
Will still feels guilty of the bruise you had on your head. He hates having you hurt, especially when it's caused by him and his husband.
Hannibal's love languages are gift giving and quality time but that doesn't mean that he cannot be affectionate.
Even though Will is the most affectionate between the two, however, Hannibal is more subtle about it.
Lingering touches and quick forehead kisses are Hannibal's way of displaying affection.
Will would feel horrible about giving you punishments when you try slipping away.
Therefore, Hannibal would be the one in charge of disciplining you properly.
Most of them would be spankings and no, he is not gentle about it.
Will would definitely comfort you afterward while Hannibal would leave the two of you alone to make dinner.
Will would pull you close and whisper softly in your ear, stroking your hair while you sobbed into his shoulder.
Speaking of which, you will be following Hannibal's diet.
Will has gotten used to it already by this time, but he didn't want you traumatized by you seeing Hannibal cook.
Therefore, you are not allowed in the kitchen until everything is done.
Hannibal wouldn't tell you that you were consuming human flesh.
He's smart and knows that you would be more than freaked out if you found out the hard way.
However, he wouldnt deny it if you began to grow suspicious.
After being in captivity for almost a year, you have finally developed Stockholm Syndrome.
Hannibal and Will would be thrilled when you finally began returning their love.
However, Hannibal would know that it's simply because you have nobody else to be around and you were simply adapting to your situation.
He wouldn’t like it that you weren't naturally and truly in love with them but he would make do.
Will wouldn’t care.
They finally have your love and that's something he wouldn't waste.
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Hi! I don't know if you are taking any requests, if you don't, just ignore this
Can you do headcanons of platonic yandere hannibal (2013 TV show) with a darling that looks like abigail hobbs? Can you add will Graham as well? Thank you!
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❝ 🍽 — lady l: I should have posted this yesterday but it ended up not being possible as a practical class in the laboratory, but here it is! I hope you like it, anon. Forgive me for any mistakes and good reading!! ❤️🥰
❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, manipulation, kidnapping, forced cannibalism and mention of death.
❝🔎pairing: platonic yandere!hannigram x gender neutral!reader.
After everything that had happened between them and Abigail, Hannibal and Will had no plans on trying to care for someone else anytime soon, if ever. They were starting their life together after Red Dragon and in a calm place where there was no danger of being found by the FBI when they met you.
When Hannibal and Will first met you, they initially kept a cautious distance. Still reeling from the events with Abigail, they were reluctant to make room for someone else in their lives. However, over time, you proved to be a comforting and intriguing presence. It didn't help that you remembered her in some ways. Maybe it was your looks or your personality, but they couldn't help but find it refreshing and bizarre at the same time how much you reminded them of her.
As the days passed, you showed a unique understanding of the complexities of the human mind, something that fascinated them deeply. Your calm presence and ability to adapt to your surroundings intrigued them. Will felt comfortable around you, something few people had the ability to do and Hannibal found himself drawn to the way you thought more and more.
Your presence brought a sense of normalcy to them, something they had long lost. You brought a good feeling to them, something they had lost along the way. It was Hannibal who convinced Will to "adopt", to bring you to live with them. Will, although a little reluctant to take you away from your family, eventually accepted. That was how you became part of their family and they had no intention of letting you go.
Hannibal was the one who brought you in and Will covered for him. Although they wanted to make you part of their twisted family in a "normal" way, plans quickly changed. The initial plans were to get close to you and manipulate you, make you hate your family so that you would realize that they were the only ones who could truly care for you.
But when it became clear that you didn't seem to respond to the manipulations, they decided to take another course of action. During one night when you were walking alone, much to their disapproval, Hannibal quickly knocked you out and brought you with him. You would finally be safe with them. Will placed you on the bed prepared for you, covering you as he tended to your sleep.
You would have to accept your place quickly or there will be consequences. Hannibal is a psychiatrist, he knows that what they did can inflict trauma on you and he will be patient with you for as long as you need, but if you are too stubborn or don't respond to the mandatory therapy he will give you, he is not against using other means to make you accept your place.
Hannibal will try to be patient with you and he will, will tolerate stubbornness to a certain extent, as he understands that it may be due to the stress of being taken away from your old life, but if you are too stubborn and even rude, he will have to teach you good manners. Hannibal does not tolerate rude people at all.
Will is more compassionate towards you, he knows and understands that it may be difficult for you to accept this new reality, so he will try to be understanding with you and he is. Will will always be by your side and although it seems like a kind action to him, in reality it becomes overwhelming. There will be no privacy, because he wants to be close to you and he believes he is helping you by not letting go of you.
He will try to cheer you up, spoiling you and even making you escape punishments that Hannibal might try to apply to you. Will is no saint, but he cares about you, a lot, and he doesn't want to see you hurt, whether physically or emotionally, so he will try to help you as much as he can. But he has his limits and if you don't cooperate, Will won't interfere with Hannibal's punishments.
As the days passed, you found yourself trapped in this new reality, surrounded by Hannibal and Will, each with their own motivations and methods. Hannibal, with his sharp and manipulative mind, tried to shape your perception of the world and your own identity, while Will, with his peculiar empathy, sought to comfort you amid the chaos that had become your life. It wouldn't be long before you gave in to Hannibal's manipulations, he'll be sure of that.
They like to think that they are great parents to you, better than your family ever was. Hannibal and Will love to spoil you and take care of you, the former being the one who buys you the most material things and the latter being quite clingy. Do you want something absurdly expensive and ridiculous? You got it, but only if you are a good child to them.
You will follow the Hannibal diet and there are no arguments about it. If you are vegetarian or vegan, however, he will not force you to eat meat but he will try to induce you to do so. He might cook separate portions for you, but there's disappointment evident on his face. But if you eat meat, you will try his favorite delicacy, lamb. Will isn't exactly the biggest fan of Hannibal's eating habits, but he has no problem eating and is pleased to see you eat. It makes you more close to them when you eat human flesh, you know?
They are extremely overprotective and possessive of you and will not tolerate potential love interests. Hannibal doesn't believe there is anyone good enough for you and Will hates the idea of you being taken from them. Friends they can tolerate, but only if they are thoroughly analyzed by them and if they are a good influence on you.
Any injury that would be inflicted on you by someone, even if it is a chipped nail, will not be treated lightly. Hannibal will make sure whoever dared to hurt you is dealt with slowly and painfully and perhaps served to you later and Will will stay by your side, comforting you. No one can hurt you, no one other than them.
Once you became their child, someone they truly cared about, you would be doomed. They may care for you and even love you in their twisted way, but in the end, you will truly find yourself trapped. Hannibal and Will believe that the best way to take care of you is to keep you trapped, safe with them. And you can't run away because they will catch you and if that happens, you will never see the light of day again.
It's in your best interest to get used to them, to your new family. Hannibal has no problem breaking you down for this and Will will be there to pick up the pieces. After all, family always takes care of each other, right?
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MANNA- CHAPTER TWELVE: FRUIT
Dark!Hannibal Lecter x Reader x Dark!Will Graham AU fic
TW for eating disorders, noncon, abuse, drugging, Daddy kink, implied child abuse
This is chronologically the twelve chapter
READ AFTER THE CUT...
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You ascend to your room alone, glancing back over your shoulder in the paranoia that one or the other man pursues you like night after the sun.
Neither have taken you by way of carnality since Will rutted you against the wall. It seems an unnatural strike of fortune, and one unlikely to last.
There is too much lust between these beings, hunger of such echoing depths that the sensual urge is but one chained within. Their eyes all evening have picked you to the bone like carrion set at by desert birds. Your cunt parts, empty, about the memory of Will’s fingertips; there is a sense of art unfinished, a crescendo in the crashing of keys only the hands of men can bring into violent birth.
In dread of missing the sound of their approach across the landing you lie quiet in your bed, no music nor comforting hum of the television as your night-time companions. Yet footsteps only halve the house when your captors go to bed, each in their own room, an anti-climax.
You think of Hannibal, tossed amidst the curse of unsung ardour, then of Will, crushed under the density of an unsated sleep. Such lonely men, in their way, divided by what lies unchartered between them, and with you.
Though by now settled, the skin which Will has touched—struck—still seems to burn with him. Five fingers, the rounded oblong of a palm, a hand that feeds dogs, has fired a gun, has rocked you, fucked you. A hand that Hannibal Lecter reaches for across dead miles of darkness to know as you have, and to love what you have loathed.
Unsettled, you roll on your stomach, but the pulse you hear when overwrought seems to peal through your very bones in its jeering song.
Filth, sin, soil: you taste your shame in its salt, as you have each night since long ago. Yet before your taking for the purpose of this ritual science there had never been pleasure in it, only the experience of staring always at the edges of things. The corners of ceilings, the light at the top of a door, a wall torn to grain by the night, liminality your legacy of innocence.
With Will, with Hannibal, you cannot look away, are made to witness and to partake in every aggression and gentleness with the same focus of attention. For that is what they want, your immersion in the devil’s playhouse. For you to be a doll, a daughter, embraced after the most inclement incident into a state almost soothed.
You cry yourself to sleep, wanting such a practice of love from someone who’s never once hurt you.
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Hunger wakes you in the night, a restless drumroll that compels you upright in its rallying beat. As you stretch, thinking morosely of the marvel it is to have gorged and still not be full, you hear someone stumble in the nearby hallway, thudding against the adjoining wall.
A fight? Some drunken struggle? An intimacy overheard? No—
There is but a sole pair of scuffing footfalls on the floorboards beyond, too unbalanced to be Dr Lecter’s.
In consternation you go to your door and try the handle. It gives way easily under your hand, allowing you to peer out into the black mystery beyond.
Will lists against the right-hand wall, his eyes glazed and rolling under twitching lids. As you stare, abashed, his limbs fall under him, and he sprawls thrashing in unconscious spasms of animation.
There is blood on his face where he’s bitten his tongue, ebony in the negation of light. An oil spill on a seabird, drowning. A splash of mud on a bog's sunken dead.
You should let him suffer, step over his convulsing form and dart for nearest open window or outer door, but horror shakes you senseless of the thought before it takes full form.
Will’s fit continues, throwing the young man’s slim frame about like a machine caught in the throes of grim malfunction.
God help you: you pity him. He is human, and you are, as well.
“Will?” you say, stepping gingerly towards him. “Daddy? Can you hear me?”
It occurs to you that Will’s death is also yours, your lifelines enmeshed, a symbiosis in which only he would survive your parting. You kneel with your palms hovering over him, recalling very little that you know of First Aid, and entirely terrified of making him worse.
Hannibal’s voice comes from your left, uttering your name with a softness that somehow bears all the authority of a bellowed command.
He steps up quickly behind you, his hair disrupted from its usual tidy arrangement.
“Will’s having a seizure,” you say, in despair. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I’ll help him,” says Hannibal. “Go back to your room.”
You stare at him, dumbfounded by his apparent calm.
“But—”
Again Dr Lecter says your name, without raising his voice, or with any particular emotion. Yet you scuttle back the way you came, jarred by the suggestion of temper in that subtle repetition.
You hear Hannibal calling to Will, the sound of him lifting the other man and carrying his dead weight back to the spare room. The door closing, the subtle murmur behind it of Will rousing, his friend's soft, reassuring reply.
Silence, as of an exhibition ended.
Half an hour edges by, and not once do you stop shaking despite the heat of the autumn night.
Presently a knock comes at your door, and the doctor enters, his eyes lowered in remorse.
“I apologise if I spoke harshly to you. I know that you weren’t being deliberately disobedient. It wasn’t my intention to imbue your evening with additional distress.”
“It’s not your fault,” you say, quite disarmed by the apology. “It’s nobody’s fault. I mean, I shouldn’t have left my room, but I couldn’t just not go out there and see what was going on.”
Hannibal’s expression is opaque, a mask of ivory.
“I detect a concern for Will that isn’t entirely manufactured for my benefit,” he says. “Could it be that such a little cynic loves something other than her hunger?”
“What choice do I have but to care about Will?” you ask, shrilly. “What’s wrong with him?”
Adrenaline runs so high within you that you see the room on a tilt like some demented circus mirror reflection.
“What’s wrong with him?” you ask, again.
This time Dr Lecter answers, his tone low and even so as not to incite further upset.
“I suspect that Will is suffering from a combination of stress and fatigue, although I can’t deny the possibility of a neurological disorder.”
“Jack said he was sick,” you mumble. “And the other night, when I— you know. He looked awful.”
Will's face is punched into your retina like a flash of light, all blinding awfulness.
“And he’s been getting so angry with me,” you say, in a panicked rush. “Even though sometimes he’s almost nice. Is that why? Because he’s not well?”
“Will’s health has certainly contributed to his recent outbursts,” says Hannibal, smoothing your rumpled coverlet with fastidious hands. “The absence of control he feels amidst his fever leads to acts of impulse, particularly when in an environment he’s uncertain of, or feels threatened in.”
“I’m not threatening him,” you insist, hotly. “How could I?”
“I don’t mean in the literal sense. Will has very few close confidants, and those he possesses he guards dearly— that, or it is he himself that Will defends against his competition.”
You look up sharply, and Hannibal smiles, all benign conspiracy.
“Yes, little one. Having considered your thoughts on Will's dislike of you, I suspect that he also fears you may supersede him, or else share intimacies with me that he alone would otherwise possess. Yet Will’s envy is more complex than mere romantic ire, for unlike other rivals he has contended with, Will finds himself in the position of dizzying power over you.”
Dr Lecter pauses, his head at a rueful incline.
“For my part, I admit that it was rash to elect Will as the disciplinarian between us without taking all factors into account. It seems that I underestimated how antagonistic your relationship would become as his immersion in your treatment progressed.”
This you do believe, at least in that the doctor’s dissuasion of Will’s most outrageous verbal lashings is clearly genuine. Your bickering, in its familial likeness, he enjoys: an outright skirmish, repellent it its indecency, he does not.
“As you’ve indicated,” says Dr Lecter, going about your room to address its customary disorder, “Will’s becoming aware that his resentment is not entirely warranted as he finds himself increasingly sympathetic to your case. Such feelings are at odds with his desire to be alone in my company— an intricate conflict for any mind, let alone one so fiercely ablaze.”
“Ablaze?” you repeat. “What do you mean?”
“If my suspicions are correct, then Will’s condition may have been agitated by the ingredients in various dishes served in my home these past few weeks. The symptoms are closely matched to Will’s behaviour— disorientation, loss of consciousness, personality changes, mood swings. It’s unfortunate that I didn’t notice this much sooner.”
There is something performative in Hannibal’s guilt, his unshed tears like the glass eyes of a taxidermy animal. He’s known of Will’s ailment far longer than he suggests, and as he turns his back to close your chest of drawers you feel relieved, no longer forced to entertain this show of lies.
“You mustn’t mention any of this to Will until he’s received a formal diagnosis,” says Dr Lecter. “It may be that he’s simply mentally unwell, which would be a far more complicated outcome to navigate. But what you’ve seen of him lately is merely a conjunction of symptoms and heightened territorial emotions. Will’s true self you’ve yet to meet.”
The assurance is of little comfort to you, being that the nearest you’ve come to perceiving Will at his most natural and honest is in his private conversations with Dr Lecter. Through these you’ve glimpsed a complex creature, one that approaches evil with a newborn’s chary exploration.
You want to believe, for your own sake, that the sensitivity you’ve received from him sporadically evidences the continued persistence of his soul. Yet you cannot decide if he began a good man, changed through Dr Lecter’s influence, or if he’s always been a hunter, each kindness a flash of marsh fire luring you to drown.
The image of Will—twitching, defenceless—ultimately overrides this dilemma of thought.
“So what do we do now?” you ask. “We have to help him.”
Pleased by your concern, Hannibal leans across the bed to kiss the downturned corner of your mouth.
“I’ll reschedule tomorrow’s appointments so that I can tend to him. Will needs rest, first and foremost. As for his role here, it would be safest for him to delegate the majority of his more strenuous duties until he's recovered. I’ll continue them, in his stead.”
Choosing not to linger on the implications of this, you ask, “What about me? What can I do?”
“Healing Will is not your responsibility, little one.”
“But I’m making things worse,” you say, fretfully. “I know it. How can I make him like me?”
Not without humour, Hannibal says, “You can begin by tempering that sharp tongue a bit. Like Will, you rarely attempt to sweeten your words. I’ll never encourage you not to bite, but it is important that you roll on your back when we bid it. You must be our good girl, above all else, or if not good then charming, at the very least.”
You roll onto your side, crushing your face into a valley of pillows.
“I guess I really haven’t been playing along enough,” you mutter.
Hannibal chuckles.
“Not nearly enough, for all your promises. But it’s early days yet, sweet girl. We’ll see how you are once we're used to one another.”
*
Morning comes rudely, stalling the excitement like an opera’s intermission.
You take breakfast with Hannibal, only distracted from the usual struggle of eating by the presence of Will’s vacant seat. Having thought of him without respite for hours you’re in state of nervous delirium, your flinching knee a seismic force under the table.
“I want to see Will,” you blurt out, at last. “I want to see if he’s alright.”
“I’ll be taking a tray up to him in a few minutes,” says Dr Lecter, scarcely bothering to hide his delight in this new interest. “Don’t ask him too many questions. No doubt he’s feeling somewhat delicate this morning.”
You watch as Hannibal prepares a separate meal for the other man, cutting fruit and stewing tea leaves with loving ceremony. When he puts a strawberry to your lips you take it, your tongue rasping the juice gamely from his fingertips.
The shock of the previous night has amputated your mulish declination to humour him; even the disgust that meets your every concession is hushed, made redundant by a renewed vow to leave this house on soft feet rather than screams.
Other women have befriended their keepers and lived, as will you, if you can bear to pander to Dr Lecter as long as they.
*
Accompanying Hannibal to Will’s room you find that you’re oddly excited, even gleeful in anticipation of the visit. You’re taken with the notion that his seizure will incur some unknowable change, though whether in Will himself or the dynamics of the households you cannot predict.
Never have you seen him so utterly fragile, the dilapidation of a man. You think of a child, foisted on a detached father by a mother Will had never seen fit to name.
Will he be ashamed that you’ve seen that self so clearly? Will he be angry, indifferent, or else fear the power his weakness allows you as though your thumbs press deep in the fluttering dell of his very throat?
There is another possibility, however, the one your morning-fresh hopes hang onto by their nails: that he’ll remember how you’d crouched at his side and called to him as he shook in the darkness.
“Wait here for a moment,” says Hannibal, as you crowd up behind him at Will’s bedroom door. “I’d like to speak to him alone first.”
You hang back as Dr Lecter goes in, pressing your ear to the door the moment it shuts at his back.
“You’re awake,” says Hannibal, simply. “How are you this morning?”
There is a pause as he sets down the beautifully arranged tray somewhere in the room.
“I feel like I could sleep for another forty-eight hours,” says Will, his voice thick and slightly nasal, a sickbed tenor. “I should probably get up and head home. I need to check on the dogs.”
“I called Alana and asked her to look in on them,” Dr Lecter replies. “It’s inadvisable to drive in this condition. Try to eat. You’ll revive much quicker if you line your stomach with something.”
“Yeah, well. I can’t make any guarantees of keeping it down.”
You hear the metallic scraping of a fork about Will’s plate and writhe in envy. Even unwell he eats without thought of the fat that disallows your enjoyment of any meal. You live vicariously through him, in that moment, imagining the liquor of fruit across his tongue, the forbidden pearls of white sugar.
What you’d give not to be a slave to thinness, the goal whose end will never form.
Hannibal says, "Present issues aside, I can't help observing that you've been conflicted, as of late, Will. One might even say confused."
"Have been since the start of all this,” says Will. “The clouds still haven’t cleared. A bilious forecast.”
"Yet you've no wish to abandon this project for brighter climes."
Will gives a little snort of derision.
"I'm too enmeshed in this household to extract myself now. The night I first touched her was my signature at the end of the page. Indelible ink. No taking it back."
You flatten your face to the door so as to better interpret Hannibal’s silence.
"You feel a genuine duty to our little one, for all your misgivings,” he says, at last. “I was beginning to question if I’d made a mistake."
"She's abrasive,” says Will. “Not exactly malleable. I believe you know what you’re doing, but on paper it seems like an ill-fitting adoption."
"Children are reflections of their parents, and so far she’s shown herself to be a mirror of you. Towards me she is cool, distant, and distrustful. With you, there is an attraction of sorts. Not sensual, nor even familial, but it’s enough that, in spite of your every rebuttal and harsh word, she’s beginning to develop something of a rapport with you."
Laughing tersely, Will says, "Not sure I see it."
"You don't allow yourself to,” says Hannibal. “But you’re aware of that truth, all the same. Each time you relent into even momentary tenderness you turn against her in savagery that is vastly unearned.”
“You asked me to punish her,” Will says, sharply. “Encouraged me to— relish it.”
The admission does not move you; these men have knifed ecstasies of you like oyster flesh enough times to have indicated their tastes.
It is the why you listen for, the object they skirt about with the same flirting avoidance of a tryst that cannot be.
“I’m not referring to punishment,” says Dr Lecter. “This I have openly supported. It’s how you address our charge that’s beginning to make her feel displaced.”
“Are you criticising me, Dr Lecter?” asks Will, with a smile in his voice.
“Certainly not. I’m merely observing a pattern of behaviour, and its impact upon my patient.”
To this Will says nothing, but the tension between the two men is as visible as the door that stands between you.
"If you yearn for the hours that you and I once spent alone, I'm able to accommodate by replenishing that time together,” Hannibal says, at last. “But the blame for that neglect is solely mine. I've foisted our little one upon you without consideration of what response such an abrupt change would elicit."
"You don't have to apologise,” says Will, as surly as ever. “It’s an adjustment. I’m getting used to it.”
Your ears catch the delicate action of him lifting the tea cup on his tray, then of setting it down again.
“I spoke to her alone last night,” he says, abruptly. “Told her of my intentions to stay part of this. For a moment it felt like we connected. Like that was the promise she was looking for. But when I refused her something she wanted, she accused me of being ‘like him’. I figured you'd know who she was referring to.”
“Yes,” says Hannibal. “I can make what I imagine is an accurate guess.”
“Whatever parts we try out here, I don’t want to become the unnamed shadow that stands at her shoulder. It made her the way she is. There’s a tastelessness to that kind of evil.”
"I know. It’s more than apparent that you repel her less through genuine hatred, and more through the necessity to protect yourself from what it would mean to know her, and for her to know you in return.”
As Will replies you hear the huskiness of genuine emotion forced out between gritted teeth.
“All this would be a wasted effort if she were ever taken from me.”
“That won’t happen again,” says Hannibal, at once. “The pillar of salt left when you looked back at Abigail will never form with our new charge. When our second daughter turns to me with the same thirst for intimacy she’s developed for you she’ll be, at last, our Chloris, the nymph turned mistress of flowers."
He speaks with such tender compassion that it starts an ache somewhere in the underwing of your ribcage. What necromancy he conducts here to wake your dead and mangled innards into a living heart you cannot guess, only fear the compassion you’re capable of towards such creatures as would destroy you.
"Our little one would like to speak to you, it seems,” says Dr Lecter, closing the previous subject with a seamless finality. “Should I let her in?”
Will shifts uneasily on the bed, creaking its springs.
“She asked to see me?” he asks.
“She did.”
You imagine the younger man scraping a tangle of hair back from his temples as he gathers his thoughts.
“Where is she?”
Thus your cue to enter announces itself: you open the door, peeping at its edge, oddly shy.
"Hey,” you say, in a semi-whisper.
Will is as grey and moist with feverish sweat as deep-sea stone. His vast eyes nest in violet shadow, the whites a thread work of capillaries.
You pity him, this shambling experiment of Dr Lecter's creation, one of many, no doubt.
"Hello,” says Will, dully. “Sorry about last night."
Edging into the room, you allow Hannibal to slip discreetly away behind you with a light pat on your shoulder.
"Are you okay?" you ask. “How are you feeling?”
"Tired, mostly,” says Will. “I'll get over it. Need to. I’ve got a case to work on."
He scrutinises the half-empty tray before him from under lowered lashes.
"I'm surprised you helped me. You could have run off. Hit me over the head with one of Dr Lecter's vases."
"I wouldn't do that,” you retort. “You even said so. That I— can't."
"No, but you could have gotten away. So why didn’t you?"
There is no surprise in his voice, nor even suspicion, which you’d expected. He merely sounds ill, and trying to be interested, in spite of it.
“I don't know,” you admit. “I felt bad for you, seeing you like that. I didn’t want to leave you."
A weary cynicism twists Will’s features into momentary ugliness.
"You were afraid of being alone with someone you could never hope to understand without me."
"Not just that,” you insist, alarmed by the truth of the insight. “I was scared for you. Really. You should go to a hospital. You need tests. Meds. Scans and stuff, maybe.”
Will searches your face with eyes like dull rain, and some of the guardedness falls away from them.
"If it gets any worse, I will,” he says. “Just not today.”
You see how much he detests his own weakness, the potential to be devoured like an animal fallen in a savannah. If you strike, he will struggle, and sick as he is, you will lose.
So you offer him the gift of submission instead, the cunning exertion of a child's mite power.
"Okay, Daddy.”
You feel rather than see Will straighten in response to the word.
"Don't think I'll ever get used to that,” he says. "It’s alright to use my name. There aren't any rules against it."
"No, but he wouldn’t want me to.”
“When have you ever cared what Dr Lecter thinks?”
Shrugging, you mumble, “I guess I’m just sick of fighting all the time.”
The sick man scrutinises at you for so long that you hop from foot to foot in discomfort, itching your sole against your calf.
“It’s going to be hard for me to trust you,” says Will. “You’re probably just going to pretend until you see an avenue to get out of here.”
“Everything’s pretend, here,” you say, smartly. “Nearly all the conversations in this house are about myths and dreams. Dr Lecter talks about them like they’re real, or something.”
Amusement lights the sunken dark of Will’s gaze.
“He finds their philosophies more valuable than the moral structures most people follow.”
“And me?” you ask. “Am I valuable to him?”
Being that you’re still convinced that your worth to Dr Lecter is entirely reliant on Will’s continued interest, you only ask to discern if he himself understands this, or if he believes Hannibal would love you of his own accord.
With a tired caution, Will says, “Right now, I think you entertain him. What else he feels about you I don’t know.”
“And what do you feel?” you persist. “Still don’t like me?”
At this the young man laughs and shakes his head.
“Ask me again once I’ve gotten to know you. If you can agree to a truce, that is.”
“Fine,” you say, and you put out your hand for him to shake. “Truce. Let’s try that.”
With a wry grin Will accepts, letting go almost at once with a sharp inward breath.
“You’re freezing!”
“Haven't you noticed?” you say, hastily stuffing the offending hand under one arm. “I always am.”
It’s an unfavourable symptom of your hunger, this blood and touch of ice. Under even the sweltering gasp of summer’s heat you’ll shiver, knock-kneed, and suffer at the slightest feather of a draught.
Still, that cold affirms you. Were you to be warm again you’d hate yourself, having regained enough of the weight your system craves to regulate its heat.
Glancing up, you notice Will examining his own hand as though he shares your temperature, his fist a twin to frost.
"Come along, little one," says Hannibal, materialising in the doorway again. "Will needs more rest. Perhaps you’ll see him later on.”
But by late afternoon Will has dragged himself home without saying goodbye, and as before his absence eats a crescent into the house.
*
Some days later you pass an evening with Hannibal like so many others, yet unlike for the new state induced in you through his medicinal enterprise.
You're accustomed to the concoction of drugs that regresses you to a needy youth, the sleepers, the stimulants, the tea that lowers you from the electric heights of righteous hysteria into something slowly numb.
Yet whatever element comprises the pill flushed down by water from today’s gently tipped glass elevates you to orbit a heaven above you, so removed from your imprisonment that you observe all below with an objective eye.
Dr Lecter has bestowed upon you the rare trust that you may eat without prompting or assistance, and you have done so, temporarily rescinding your disordered agitation to a mycelium half-dream.
Thus entranced, you watch yourself drape the tines of your fork back and forth across your half-eaten plate, enthralled by patterns on the porcelain that are not there.
Your eyes drift repeatedly to a painting on Hannibal’s wall, mounted coyly for any dinner guest to comment on.
Naturally, you’ve seen the piece many times before, and have been, in turns, startled and disturbed by its subject.
Now you find yourself dully intrigued, as you were by the Japanese prints. This attention does not go unnoticed by Dr Lecter.
“What is it, little one?” he asks, intently. “Do you have an interest in art?”
“I don’t know,” you say, confused by the banality of the question. “It’s just this picture. Isn’t it... rude?”
Hannibal smirks, eyeing the image with a fond appreciation.
Its focus is a supine young woman, draped, half-naked, on a rumpled bed towards which a curious swan approaches with its curved neck bowed.
Likely it is the original painting, procured at auction, its price unimaginable; all things in this house are ripe with expense, even you, its demanding charge.
“Artistic nudity is only considered rude by children,” says Hannibal, blithely, “or else by shallow and ignorant adults. Does the depiction of genitalia offend you, my darling?”
You gaze up at the cowrie of a cunt under its shadow cap of hair, pinkly presented on spread silk, and think how often your own has been arranged likewise for Will or Hannibal to admire.
“Why is it in this room, specifically?” you ask.
You struggle with the syllables of the words, spitting the sibilants in a manner unbecoming of so distinguished an event as dinner with Dr Lecter.
“Doesn’t it put people off their food?”
“I find it makes for an amusing conversation piece,” says Hannibal, pouring himself another generous glass of wine like the blood of some celestial giant.
You attempt to grimace, none of your muscles quite taking to the motion.
“I don’t think it’s funny at all. Just creepy. Sad.”
“Are familiar with the story of Leda and the Swan? Zeus, a virile and insatiable God, looked upon the queen of Sparta and desired her. So, in order to seduce her, he transformed himself into a swan so that she would be fooled by his beauty and appearance of vulnerability to take him to her bed.”
“He tricked her,” you say, quietly. “He didn’t seduce her, at all.”
Dr Lecter’s face scarcely moves, but there is something of laughter in the lines of his strange beauty.
“So it’s the deception that unnerves you,” he says. “The pretence that he was an innocent creature rather than the all-powerful and lustful deity he truly was.”
You nod, not wanting to admit that you see your own face mirrored in the brushstrokes of the damned queen.
Prophet-like, Hannibal interprets the gesture with flawless vision.
“You empathise with Leda. Recognise the parallels between her story and your own.”
“Is that why you put it there?” you retort, emboldened by the miles between you and the girl slumped in the dining chair. “Because you think you’re the swan?”
“The bird is a shield for the truth, remember,” says Hannibal. “So what would the swan be, in me?”
Dropping the fork with a discordant clatter, you consider.
“The polite, handsome doctor,” you say, at last. “You fool everyone: Jack, Alana Bloom. My parents. They would never have left me here if they knew what you really were.”
Hannibal turns his head at a slight angle, as though by doing so he might uncover some mystery in your face.
“And what am I, little one?”
“I... don’t know,” you admit; a killer, certainly, though there is more to him even than that. “There are a lot of things you’re hiding from me.”
“Tell me your perceptions, then. There’s no need to spare my feelings; after all, you so rarely do.”
Amidst your mushroom-made divinity, you are fearless in your answer.
“You’re a bad person. You’ve done things that would get you into a lot of trouble. Hurt people. Not just me. Not just Tobias. And you don’t feel bad about it. You think that everything you do is right, somehow. Like you should be allowed to do it. Like you’re the gods in all these stories.”
Hannibal absorbs this with the silence of having been sated by your answer.
“And what about Will?” he prompts, some moments later. “Is he, too, a starving monster under the cunning guise of a tender animal?”
“No,” you say, with less certainty. “He’s... sick. You're using him, making him think that this is what he wants.”
Your captor laughs over the rim of his wine glass.
“That’s where you’re wrong, little one. The Will you think you see is only one wing of a swan. Soon, you will glimpse beyond that fragile veil, and feel the mythic need of all immortals to plunder from the weak, merely for the pleasure of knowing that they can.”
A sudden sadness tugs you back to earth like a choke chain, iron-like the lump in your throat.
“So you don’t want to help me, after all,” you mumble. “It really was all a lie.”
Taking your hand across the table, Hannibal presses a thumb to the pulse at your wrist, a soothing motion.
“Not at all,” he says, firmly. “I’m quite fond of you. I wish you to be strong. Each time you find yourself resenting Will and I you must remember that Leda did not die after Zeus bedded her: she became a mother. In you, I seek another outcome. More than one, and not all of them so horrible as you imagine. There will be beauty in this conversion, as well.”
You gaze at him with disbelieving eyes, close to rejecting the hope he grooms in you.
“What other outcomes are you looking for, Dr Lecter? How can I become all the things you want if I don’t understand them? What’s really going on?”
Hannibal kisses your knuckles and places your fork back into your hand.
“Nothing you need to think about at the moment,” he says. “Now, finish what’s on your plate. I’d like you to move on to dessert.”
Just like that, you are his little girl again, the moon having passed across the sun.
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how about yan!hannigram with a sick s/o and will is kinda freaking out because their sweet s/o is sick </3 and hannibal’s the one coddling both s/o and will now :D love ur work!
Feverish Kisses
Yandere Hannibal Lecter x Sick!Reader x Yandere Will Graham
warning(s): yandere themes, sick reader, tooth rotting fluff, slight hurt/comfort, mentions of vomiting
Hannibal and Will had fallen in love with how sweet and loving their significant other was. She always made Hannibal smile and Will feel comfortable in his own skin for the first time in a while. They made sure to return her loving attitude tenfold, spoiling her and praising her for her accomplishments whenever anyone asked about her during one of Hannibal’s dinner parties.
Eventually, the two men wanted to take (Y/n) out on a date, and decided the newest restaurant that had just opened would be perfect. After helping each other get ready for their outing, Hannibal and Will patiently waited for their darling to finish up as well. She looked absolutely beautiful once she came down, and both men made sure she knew it before they left. They had made a reservation for the three of them, making sure they got a good seat before Will and Hannibal began catching (Y/n) up on how their work had been going as of late.
The three enjoyed the food and wine the restaurant had to offer, and (Y/n) had decided to enjoy dessert before they returned home. (Y/n) made sure Hannibal and Will knew how much they had enjoyed their night out with them, and hoped to be able to do it again. It made their hearts warm as they got ready to turn in for the night, wishing their darling a good night’s sleep before they fell asleep themselves.
The next morning, (Y/n) woke up with a headache and slightly overheated. She forced her eyes open, spotting Will who was cuddled into her side, while Hannibal was nowhere to be seen, although the smell of eggs and toast gave away where he was. (Y/n) let out a small whimper, she felt like she was on fire with how hot she was. She managed to unwrap Will’s arm from her waist, making him wake up as he noticed her slight distress.
“(Y/n), what’s wrong?” Will asked, his brows furrowing as he cupped her face, noticing how hot she felt as she leaned into his touch, his hands felt so cold compared to how warm she was.
“Everything is too hot..” (Y/n) mumbled, making Will frown as he sat up, pressing his free hand to her forehead and confirmed that she had a pretty bad fever. He got up and threw on a shirt, telling her to not move before he went downstairs, looking for Hannibal as he stepped into the kitchen.
Hannibal was cooking breakfast for his two lovers when Will called for him, making him turn the stove down to the lowest setting before he faced Will.
“Will? What’s wrong, did something happen at work?” Hannibal asked, his tone calm but his expression held a bit of concern.
“It’s (Y/n), she has a pretty bad fever. I don’t know if she has any other symptoms, I wanted to let you know first.” Will explained, too worried about their darling to wait and see if she was feeling anything else.
Hannibal seemed to understand, turning off the stove since breakfast would have to happen at another time. He went back upstairs with Will, pausing slightly when he saw the bed was empty, Will looking around for a moment before they heard her in the bathroom. Hannibal let a small frown rest on his face as he walked into the bathroom, spotting (Y/n) throwing up into the toilet. He crouched down behind her, holding her hair back as he turned to face Will, who was standing in the doorframe of the room, gently asking him to get (Y/n) a glass of water. After a minute or two, Will returned with a glass of water, and Hannibal waited until (Y/n) seemed to finish before he had her lay against his chest. He held her in his arms, while Will gave her the glass of water, telling her to take small sips so she wouldn’t make herself sick again. They didn’t know how sick she was, but they wanted to be sure.
They stayed with (Y/n) for a while, not wanting to make her move until she at least finished drinking the water. Once done, Hannibal slowly and carefully scooped her into his arms, holding her bridal style to his chest and carried her back to bed, Will following close behind as Hannibal laid (Y/n) down, making sure she was comfortable with what she was wearing before he tucked her in, wanting her to lay down and not get up again for a while. Will couldn’t help but watch, having no idea what he should do as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, grimacing when he felt how hot she still was. Hannibal went on ahead and turned on their fan, making sure to adjust the AC as well so it wouldn’t get too cold, but it would help (Y/n) cool down a bit.
Before leaving (Y/n) to rest, Hannibal had her take some medicine, mostly for the nausea since he knew the fever was a good thing, it was her body trying to fight off whatever it was that was making her so sick. He left a bin for her by the bed, just in case she needed to vomit again. He pressed a kiss to her cheek before he left with Will, letting their darling rest as he had Will follow him downstairs.
Will couldn’t help but give Hannibal a slightly pleading look, he wanted to help their darling so badly, but he knew he couldn’t rush the process of her getting better. Hannibal saw this, a slightly sympathetic look spreading across his face as he brought Will into a gentle hug, rubbing his back as he reassured him that their darling would be alright, after all she was under the best of care. He offered to finish making breakfast for the both of them, and Will begrudgingly accepted. The two men eventually finished eating, Will helped with the dishes while Hannibal decided to check up on (Y/n).
(Y/n) seemed to have just woken up, looking over at Hannibal as he walked into their shared bedroom. He cupped her face, smiling gently as he ran his thumb against her skin.
“Are you feeling any better, cara mia?” Hannibal asked, his smile growing slightly as (Y/n) nodded, placing her own hand over his as she leaned into his touch, finding it comforting as her fever seemed to finally be coming down. Will soon joined them, worriedly asking (Y/n) if she was alright before he pressed a kiss to her forehead, glad to know that their darling was feeling better. Hannibal offers to make (Y/n) something light to eat, wanting to see if her stomach would be able to keep it down. She shook her head, making Will frown, worried about her not eating but decided not to push it.
Will thought back to the night before, wondering what could have made her sick. They had eaten most of the same things, sometimes sharing food with each other so they could try whatever it was that their lover was eating. He then realized that (Y/n) was the only one who had the dessert, making him frown as he looked to Hannibal, explaining to him what he believed to be the reason for (Y/n)’s sickness. Hannibal nodded, deciding to 'take care of it' later.
In the meantime, the two men went about their day while checking in on (Y/n) every now and then, mostly Will since he was paranoid about her health. They both even called it an early night, joining their darling in bed while not worrying about becoming sick themselves. Hannibal had (Y/n) sleep against his chest, while Will snuggled into his side and draped an arm over her. He pressed a kiss to Hannibal’s lips before pressing a kiss to (Y/n)’s, smiling as he wished her to feel better tomorrow. Although he had mostly been worried over her, he enjoyed taking care of her, he wished that next time it would be under different circumstances.
~fin~
author’s note: i am so glad that you sent in this lovely little request! it warms my heart to know that you enjoy my work, so thank you so much! someone else requested something very similar to this but with henry creel, so i may release that as well. <33
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Yandere Will Graham
Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Brief mention of rape/rapist, Dubious consent (mention of sex while under the influence), etc.
Notes: I am trying to be active again (fingers crossed). Headcannons are a really easy way for me to get the creative juices flowing. Don't be surprised if a few more come out after this one lol.
You were a recent survivor of an attack
No, it wasn't the Chesapeake Ripper
It was just some other wannabe serial killer trying to get his rocks off
He had a dumb, stereotypical name too
The midnight slasher? midnight butcher?
Something like that
The media wasn't very creative with it
Whatever his name was, he'd clearly had a type
Young men
All of a similar stature
With the same hair and eye color
All known to known be up at all hours of the day
It was a pretty open and shut case in Will's eyes
He was a plain and simple lust killer
Most likely white and in his 30s-40s
Classic closet case turned homicidal
He hadn't seen why the FBI was so stumped on the whole thing
The only real trouble was the lack of DNA evidence
He'd been real good at cleaning up after himself
Will knew he'd slip up eventually
This wasn't the type of guy to be so well organized for long
Well--
Does being murdered by your most recent victim count as a slip up?
Because that's exactly what happened
He was called to the scene with the rest of the team
The sight of you trembling, covered in blood, and standing over top of that creep was his first impression
You met his eyes and he was unable to pull away
Something about your tear blotched face held him captive
Jack tasked him with asking you questions about the events at hand
Normally this would have annoyed Will
He wasn't the talking type
Let alone someone sensitive enough to make such a traumatized person feel comfortable
But something in him didn't mind so much
Maybe it was the way you looked so vulnerable
Or the fact that no matter how much he pushed the idea away, he saw himself in you
An innocent man turned murderer under the right circumstances
"I'm Will Graham and I'll be asking you some questions."
"God, okay. I'm Y/n. Can't really say it's nice to meet you."
Will tried to start off slow
Ask the basics before moving onto the more pertinent information
You'd answer to the best of your abilities (considering the circumstances)
It took Will a second to jot down your responses
He'd get a little too caught up in your features to notice you'd stop talking
"Sorry, what was that? You got off work at 9?"
There was something admirable about your attempts to infuse your story with a bit of dry humor
Likely a coping mechanism
But Will found himself smiling a bit at your quips
By the time he'd finish up with you he'd felt a little attachment form
Sure the case was over on his end
But it didn't stop him from asking Jack about you
At least a couple times a week
"How's things going with that self defense case? Y/n's...?"
Will showed up the next day with your case fill on his desk
The sticky note stuck to it warned about annoying Jack with too many questions
He'd spend all night re-reading the details
Without noticing he began slipping in and out of re-enactment mode
Imagining you on top of him
Knife in hand
Crazed look in your eyes
He tried to shake the image away
He shouldn't be doing this
It wasn't right
You could've died that night
His guilt ridden thoughts did nothing to lessen the tent that had formed in his pajama pants
He tried to push the idea of you out of his head
Usually he'd have more control over himself than this
His resolve was strong at first
He'd hidden the manila folder away in the depths of his lower drawer
Telling himself he'd drop it
That worked for a couple of days
That was before he started dreaming of you
Events that he hadn't preformed himself took ahold of him
He became your attacker that night
He chased you
He ripped apart your clothes
He was the one who you fought off
He's the one who you thrust that knife into
And he loved every second of it
Wait--
No, he couldn't
This was just his empathy disorder
Yeah!
He was just in character
This definitely wasn't him
He would never want to do any of that stuff
And he'd prove it
He had memorized that file from front to back at this point
It wouldn't be weird that he'd known your address
He was an FBI consultant
It was basically warranted
Will found himself picking out his best clothes that night
His newest jeans, tailored shirt, the works
Not for any particular reason
And his bed was definitely not littered with rejected articles of clothing
This was just going to be a simple checkup, it's not like it really mattered what he looked like
He showed up on your doorstep with the nicest bottle of wine he could find
"Will? Is that you?"
"Uh, yeah it is. Would I be able to come in?"
You welcomed him in, albeit a little confused
"I thought my case was cleared..."
"That's not what I'm here for. I just wanted to check in on you."
You smiled at this
And Will felt his heart ache
You'd invite him to join in on your sorry excuse for a dinner
He'd never accepted anything so fast before in his life
It didn't take long before the two of you got into the wine he'd brought
It was innocent enough at first
Just drinking and talking
You'd mention how life was after the attack
Will shared a little about his experience with GJH
Its the first time he had ever felt so utterly connected with another person before
But then the two of you got a little more than tipsy
And Will found himself leaning in
One kiss turned into another and another
Will felt a sense of static overtake him
Every touch between the two of you sent shivers up his spine
He felt the strong urge to consume
Before either of you knew it your clothes were now in a heap on the kitchen floor
You woke up the next morning with a splitting headache
Oh-- and an FBI agent in your bed
Shock was an understatement
That was when the memories of the previous night flooded back
Will woke up at the loss of warmth
Last night was the best he had slept in years
You wrapped tight in his arms, bodies perfectly intertwined
His heart sank at the look of regret on your face
"We definitely shouldn't have done that. I think you should leave Will..."
He couldn't just leave now
Not knowing what he did
That you two were made for one another
He'd try to calm you down
"Y/n let's talk about this."
You weren't having it
Mentioning how inappropriate this all was
You'd shove his clothes into his arms
Will tried to console you
Not realizing why you were so worked up
You both did just have the best night of your life after all
You'd back away but he'd continue approaching
"C'mon I know you don't really want me to go. Let's just take a second before we make any rash decisions"
"We aren't doing anything. I want you to go. Now."
Something about him coming over while you were still recovering from your distress and it all leading to this...
It just didn't feel right
Will tried to approach once more but you pushed him away
He couldn't help the smile that made its way onto his face
"Push me. Go on, make it hurt."
You were absolutely bewildered
He reached out and grabbed ahold of you
His grip was almost crushing
Like he was holding on for dear life
"I won't leave you alone that easily. Fate brought us together for a reason. You feel it too right? We're one in the same. We're each other's destiny."
He looked crazed, sweat slipping from his brow
It felt just like that night all over again
The knife in your hand as your attacker bled out
Only now Will took his place underneath you
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i had a request in mind!! yandere! poly! will & hannibal after the fall (in an au where they moved out of the country and start a completely new life) with a very ditzy/oblivious but angelic s/o? maybe they accidentally bumb into them and are smitten! how would they go abt courting them? would they end up taking them for themselves after their obliviousness towards their obvious feelings for them? i love your work sm!!!
Thank u!:)
Will wasn’t on my character list at the time this was requested but, for you, (and because i’d like a challenge) i will give you some quality hannigram drabble content <3
excuse me for any errors at all, i’ve been a little preoccupied but hopefully this is up to standard:) i’ve tried to write best i can for will
TWS: yandere behaviour, murder, kidnapping, reader is GN and lowk a fucking dumbass
Yandere Hannigram x ditzy oblivious s/o🌷💗
Okay so let’s say you meet in your local grocery shop, you’re completely minding your own business scanning the shelves for free range eggs when you accidentally bodyslam bump into Will, who was standing next to you the entire time (also mindlessly scanning the shelves for eggs). Which sends you straight onto the floor beside your trolley
Will, aside from being a little alarmed at the fact you bumped into him and fell down, is completely smitten by you. The way your facial features perfectly complimented you and matched your voice and attitude, both angelic, soft, and confident. Your gentle laugh almost had him lost in a trance as you apologised profusely, lifting yourself from the floor and explaining you were trying to find the free range eggs, then asking if he had seen any, then babbling about how you’ll only eat specific ones but you’ve always wanted to try something new and-
“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! I’m y/n, I totally bumped into um-“
“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! I’m y/n, I totally bumped into um-“
“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! I’m y/n, I totally bumped into um-“
“Will.”
“Will, yeah! anyway sorry I really have to go, don’t want my ice cream to melt” you part with a friendly laugh, leaving the store content but a little embarrassed after your fall
Hannibal looks down at will with an annoyed look, granted, he thinks you were very polite and kind to apologise for the inconvenience, but the babbling and ditzy personality irritates him a little
Will, on the other hand, quietly pleads with Hannibal in the middle of the now empty aisle to please please let him court you and date as a three.
Hannibal begrudgingly agrees.
So they both begin memorising when you go to the shop, and when you leave, and where you live.
You see them pop up much more often than usual, giving you a warm smile and wave before one of them approaches and tries to make an alright conversation, in an attempt to flirt, for as long as possible before you have to leave them to head back home
After a few weeks it becomes apparent you aren’t picking up on their very obvious hints at all
Like, at all.
The final straw for Will was when he noticed another man approaching you on your way back home one night, obviously with ill intentions, yet you let him, a stranger, walk beside you and talk to you
To Will, the fact someone would dare attempt to steal you from him and Hannibal angered him greatly. They had to be dealt with.
So, he waits until you’re inside your home, away from the ghastly act hes about to commit, and he swiftly snuffs the strangers life out like a match after dragging him into an alleyway
Will knows he can’t take you and cover up the murder alone, so he calls Hannibal to help him take you and hide away the murder he just committed.
Hannibal is less than pleased to hear and see what Will has just done.
Hannibal obviously would’ve preferred courting you normally, your obliviousness would’ve made it much easier to manipulate you. But, alas, thanks to Will it was now too late for that.
Taking you wasn’t easy, but keeping you in the house was. Your ditziness and obliviousness made it easy to have you believe there was no chance in escaping.
Hannibal is much more distant when you first begin living with them, cooking the meals and offering you a hand on the back every now and again so you know he supports you and wouldn’t hurt you, but ultimately keeping his distance in order not to scare you off
Will, however, is much more clingy, apologising to you for what he did and explaining how much he likes and would never hurt you, kissing your hands and telling you everything will be okay
They both let you have freedom around the house since they both believe you won’t manage to escape them.
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W: yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, disturbing actions such as kidnapping, stabbing, abuse, ooc etc+
Sorry there wasn't much "be their little girl" thing. And i just pulled whatever i could out of my ass because i absolutely did not know how to write this. I might make a better version of this in the future.
Yan! Hannibal & yan! Will x fem! Reader
What will you do?
You awokened sitting across the room as the two men who you thought you knew are talking so lovingly to each other as if they didn't have someone bound to a chair by ropes.
Your most logical instinct is to try to pry away the ropes but you knew better than that when they're right there in front of you. that would be stupid. Now the most logical thing you could do is just sit there and look pretty in order not to anger the two men considering what they're capable of.
As terrifying as it was it was quite funny as they had set up a small tea party for the three of you, although the cups were wine glasses. Calling you pet names and discussing small talk almost like acting as a family.
And looking down you realised a disturbing change of clothes. Your clothes looked similar to that of a little girl.
"Will and I have discussed our opinions of this but never thought of asking about yours, what colour of wallpaper would you like your new bedroom to be?" hannibal turned to look at you.
"I wished I would've asked you before hand so it could be a surprise but Will thought it would be rather be a peculiar question for you."
You glanced at Will who has a smile on his face and waits for your answer.
"... Uhm.. (C/N-"
"(C/N)?"
"see I told you!" Will's small laughter almost makes you forget the whole situation. Hannibal takes a sip from his glass, he has a slight look of defeat but smiles.
"well then, (C/N) it is."
You don't know why you were so calm, was it because the whole situation seemed so light hearted? But you didn't want to be here atleast you knew that and they did too.
You don't even know where to begin to start planning for an escape, you subtly positioned yourself in a way you'll feel the items in your pockets but you felt none in either of them. They kept asking questions in order to keep the awkward silence at bay, you didn't find the energy to answer them.
"Y/n, you haven't taken a bite out of your food, why's that?" hannibal asked you, almost tauntingly. Where would you find the need to eat in a time like this? Will looks a bit guilty.
They both know what you're thinking, that look on your face says it all. They're not delusional and you're not sure if it's bad or good, but they'll try anyway.
"try it, it's gonna get cold." Will smiles one more time to convince you.
You weren't in the mood nor have an appetite for this but you certainly didn't want an upset Hannibal near you. Forcing yourself to chew down the piece of food Will has fed you, it wasn't dry. It had flavor and juice but it didn't quench the dryness of the inside of your throat.
Despite the piece of meat having a soft texture, you found it difficult to swallow.
Just as Will was about to ask a question to break the silence, you found yourself unconsciously building up the courage to go and ask a question.
"why am I here?"
The already thick tension now doubled now suffocating probably all three of you at the same time. Should they just say it? Would it be a good idea to tell you it's basically a forced adoption? You looked at them. Cautiously but swiftly grabbing one of the sharp silverware placed near your plate of food with your free forearm. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, terrified they were going to hear it.
Hannibal proceeded to look at you and ask, "why are you so scared y/n?"
He probably smelt the fear and sweat in your body. At this Will stood up "can we talk privately?" Hannibal complied and moved to the kitchen.
It was a stupid decision but all you were more concerned about was getting the fuck out of here. You used this opportunity to cut the ropes around your elbows, and the ones on your ankles. It was cliché but you were glad it was.
You were about to burst tears of joy when you successfully sliced off the last rope. Your wrist was hurting from the constantly pressure and movement but you couldn't care less. Your heart dropped down to the floor when you heard their voices getting closer, you wasted not a single second and went sprinting straight to the front door.
Will and Hannibal became highly alert when they heard the dashing of footsteps. And to their horror, finding your seat empty.
Will ran after you but Hannibal stayed behind. Looking calmly at your seat and the missing utensil. Then he started walking to where you were.
You were running as fast as you could've but your body started feeling heavy and light at the same time. At the worst possible time. Until you couldn't even stand straight anymore. And you felt the frightening hands of Will.
"Y/n what were you thinking!?"
Will tried to drag you away and out of panic you pulled the knife from your pocket and rammed it into his hand. As Will yelled out in pain you heard Hannibal call out Will's name in concern.
You were absolutely scared shitless now. If you get caught you know they are not going to go easy. Adrenaline was rushing inside you but your body couldn't keep up for some reason. You were right in front of the door when a hand wrapped around your mouth and arm, ultimately stopping you so. This was it, you couldn't help but let a tear drop fall down.
"I don't like rude people. And i definitely do not like a rude brat."
You were struggling to pry yourself off of the man's grip, the hand on your mouth was removed but before you could make a noise, your vision blacked out.
When you awoke, you were greeted with the sight of an angry Hannibal and Will. That was the day and night you were the most emotionally and psychologically fucked up. Hannibal only held back because Will told him if was enough.
You never even thought of escaping again. That's okay, just behave like a good daughter and maybe Hannibal might be even nice enough to remove that memory from you.
#bruh this sucked so bad#nbc hannibal#hannibal#hannibal lecter#will graham#yandere hannibal#yandere hannibal x reader#Yandere will graham#yandere will#yandere will graham x reader#slashers#will graham kin#mads mikkelsen hannibal#hannibal lecter x child! reader (platonic)#will graham x child! reader (platonic)#idk what to label this actually
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Being Yandere Will Graham's darling would inculde:
Notes: i love him so much so i hope this did Will justice, even if it's a bit out of character
Warnings: kidnapping, otherwise it's just pure fluff, Will is a simp
It doesn't really matter how he met you. You could have been a coworker, a witness at a crime scene, a cashier at his local supermarket, friend of a friend, dog groomer- it's not important
Will's love grows more and more obsessive over time and soon enough he can't handle being away from you
He will most likely kidnap you
But he'll feel so bad about it (as he should)
He knows how wrong it is, both to you and to the law but he can't help it
Being his darling isn't all that bad though, since he's taking your freedom away he wants to make everything as nice as possible for you, and all he asks for in return is that you don't try to leave and don't push him away when he's cuddling up to you
His house has always had a basement that he didn't ever use until he began renovating it to the perfect room to keep you locked up in while he's at work. We're talking a TV, books, a soft bed, a bathroom and a mini fridge for when your hungry and he's at work
Speaking of which, he gets really anxious about leaving you to go somewhere, he might even install a camera in your room if you're more defiant
He was never the best cook but learns cause he wants to be the perfect partner for you, so that you'll always be happy with him
Because his work is so intense when he's already plenty unstable he needs at least a little comforting nearly every day after work
It's hard to not feel bad for him when he looks so pathetic with that kicked puppy look
And let me tell you, every ounce of a affection you initiate is euphoric for him
Even something as simple as smiling when you see him automatically makes him wants to climb into your embrace and never leave
He unlocks the basement door and finds you laying in bed, surrounded by soft pillows and blankets as some show you've been binge watching plays in the background. You take notice of his sunken tired eyes and stiff stance as he comes over to sit next to you. He tiredly greets you and after a moment you respond by gently pulling him in to lay on you chest, knowing it's one of his favorite ways to relax. Almost immediately he wraps his arms around you and snuggles up as close as physically possible, as if trying to crawl inside you
He does his best to make sure no one finds out about you, especially not Hannibal. (Even though Hannibal would most likely help keep you a secret, might fuck around and fall for you himself idk)
He definitely would not keep you locked up for long though, as soon as he feels comfortable you won't run away he starts bringing you outside hand in hand with him. You get more and more freedom overtime, well, as free as you can be with him constantly following you like a lost puppy
You're everything to him, his world, his god/ess, the only person he can truly rely on and the one he wants to start and end every day with. Please let him, he can't live without you
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🔞To My Taste🔞
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Part 7: Hannibal's Watch
Masterlist
⚠️Warning⚠️ There is smut in this part please Don't read it if you are under 18. Obsessive Behavior. Some cannibal shenanigans as well.
I was careful to lie still in Will's arms. The lightest brush of his chest would make my head hurt. My eyelids were the only thing protecting my eyes from the harsh daylight coming in from the windows. I wanted to look up and see if Will was awake but it would prove to be too big of a feat for me right now.
I told myself once this killer was handled I would focus on figuring what to do about the Will situation. Will was an incredible smart man. He had to know how bizarre it was to hold his co-worker so intimately.
How sure was I that I could be there for him the way he needs me to be? I used to think Will was more like a cat. Wanting affection on his terms, always seeming disinterested. This time I have spent with him has shown me he is very much the opposite. It bordered on suffocating, obsessive almost. He was holding me like we were a married couple.
He slowly brushed his thumb over the top of my shoulder, careful not to touch the bandage. I felt guilty for enjoying the attention, the care. I felt like I was using him.
Will gently tilted my head up to look at him. The motion was enough to make my head spin. He stared down at me before softly planting a peck of a kiss on my forehead. Then another just below my eye. I felt his grip tighten ever so slightly as he moved in to kiss me on the lips. I didn't stop him. It was innocent feeling at first. A kind of kiss you do for a school play but the second one he lingered. His lips against mine I pull at his shirt to keep him there.
We begin to make out. My head was killing me but his touch made it more tolerable. He ran his fingers along my arms and upper back. So gently it almost felt like a ghost. He rolled on his back and helped me lay on top of him. He was almost gentlemanly, respectful. Careful not to put his hands too low on my back.
"Good to see you are feeling better." Hannibal's voice entered the room. We both jumped and Will lifted his head to look at our shared psychiatrist. I was too embarrassed. I got off of Will as quickly as I could. Will had a shy grin on his face as he pulled the covers over his lap.
"Yeah I feel a bit better. Is dinner done already?" I ask, finally looking back at Hannibal. He has an almost playful smirk.
"It is I'm afraid, I could put your meals in the oven till you are ready."
"No dinner sounds great. I'm going to head to the dining room Will."
"Yeah I'll be there soon. Hannibal can I talk to you for a second? " Will said as he moved to the edge of the bed, careful not to remove the blanket from his lap.
"Of course Will." He said with a different kind of grin. It was hard to say what the grin was about. I just hope Hannibal wasn't embarrassed.
I slowly make my way to the fully set dining room. I take my normal seat and wait for the boys to join me. The food as usual looked incredible. Hannibal had prepared some kind of steak that looked to be cooked rare. For him and Will and for me he made some kind of cabbage wraps.
I licked my lips, unable to believe I kissed Will Graham. I wasn't sure what surprised me more, the fact it happened or how much I liked it. If Hannibal hadn't stopped us I wasn't sure how far we would have gone.
A few short minutes later they came into the room together. Will looked a little nervous but Hannibal seemed like himself.
Hannibal smoothed out his hair as he looked down at the table.
"Shall we eat?" He asked taking his seat. Will and I didn't say much as we all started to eat. I took a bite of my wrap and to my surprise the inside was red. I chew my bite and swallow before looking over at Hannibal.
"Is this a bean paste? It's great." I say as I take another bite. He nods with a grin.
"Yes, a red bean paste. I improvised a few ingredients so it's a bit more red than normal. I'm happy you enjoy it." He said before taking a small bite of his steak. He chewed it gingerly. An image of him popping his jaw back into place came to mind from the other night.
"Hannibal you shouldn't have steak, your jaw was dislocated." I say as I give him a worried look. He just grins and shakes his head.
"It is fine. We are celebrating, the pain is minor compared to the taste."
I looked over at Will for some back up but he was focused on eating. His eyes fixed on his bloody steak.
"You are an interesting one Dr. Lecter." I say as I laugh a bit. I continue eating my wraps. A small beeping goes off on Hannibal's watch and he wipes his mouth as he gets up. He returns from the kitchen with a prescription bottle.
"It is time for your medication. Every six hours for pain management. I slipped the last one under your tongue as you slept." He puts two small pills into my hand and pours me a glass of wine.
"Should I really be drinking on these?"
"I find wine to pair nicely with pain killers." He says with a grin. I take the pills with a sip of wine. I already hurt I didn't want to imagine what I'd feel like without some pain meds.
We all tuck back into our meals again. Will never stopped eating, honestly. He even had seconds.
A bit passed and Hannibal was still nursing his steak. I had mostly finished with my meal and was poured another glass of wine by Will. I was feeling much better.
"Hannibal let me make you something softer. You don't need to finish that." I say looking at him chew painstakingly slow. He didn't look like he was in pain but he had to be.
"Perhaps it is a bit too much for me too chew. But I don't like wasting meat." He looked over at Will who has finished two steaks and seemed satisfied. "Will do you want what is left?" Hannibal asks. Will shakes his head no but doesn't speak. Will still seemed a little embarrassed about being caught by Hannibal.
"Hannibal you really don't have to finish the meat. I'm sure the cow won't care it's already dead." I say with a chuckle.
Hannibal looks down at his plate with a serious expression.
"I think the cow would care actually. It is a shame to waste such good meat. Would you be willing to try some? There is just a few bites left." He says looking back over at me.
"Hannibal I haven't had meat since middle school. The texture makes me sick." Hannibal nodded respecting my boundary. He put another small bite into his mouth and began to chew.
The steak did look good. Maybe it was the pills or maybe it was the near death experience but either way I ended up agreeing. "I'll try it for you but if I don't like it I'm not finishing it.
"My jaw thanks you." Hannibal says as he cuts off a bigger piece and feeds it to me. Will perks up a bit as he watches. I chew slowly testing out the texture. It was more tolerable then I remembered it being. I swallow quickly and Hannibal already has another bite ready. Before I know it I have finished off rest of his steak.
"It's good." I say as I choke back a bit of a gag from the after taste of blood. For a second Hannibal almost looks excited. It was only his eyes. They seemed to light up. As quickly as I noticed the expression it was gone. It was sweet he was so excited for me to open my diet up a bit.
"You did very well Lydia." He almost coos as he picks up our plates to take into the kitchen. The tone made me blush. I wasn't used to sincere praise like that. Will seemed to notice.
"He has a way of making you feel special doesn't he?" Will said once Hannibal had left. I smile and nod.
"What did you need to speak to Hannibal about?" I ask changing the subject.
"Just apologizing. He didn't seem to want to hear it. I think he misunderstood what was happening."
"What was going on? Felt pretty obvious to me." I say as I finish my second glass.
"Just two good friends wanting to release some stress together." He leans over and pours us both another glass. I wasn't sure if he was trying to lie to me. Hannibal made it sound like Will wanted more than just sex from me. I wasn't going to press the issue. If sex was all he wanted I knew I could give him that.
"A toast to good friends relieving stress." I say with a big smile as we clink our glasses together. Will chuckles and pours Hannibal a glass.
"We shouldn't exclude the host."
"From drinks or relieving stress?" I ask as I look over at him With a cheeky grin. I was mostly joking. Will didn't seem to be.
"Ladies choice." He said his eyes flicking up to meet mine.
"Will don't be so crud. Hannibal is not interested in us we are his patients."
"We both know he's willing to bend some rules. You have no idea what he's interested in." Will's tone was seductive but somehow threatening. I chuckle a bit nervously.
"Well I'm not going to bring it up to him." I say looking down at my drink before taking a sip.
"It was your idea." Will said his tone lighting.
"I was jok-"
"What was your idea Lydia?" Hannibal asked as he walked back into the room.
"To have another drink with good friends." I say as I pick up his drink and hand it to him. He looks a little disappointed.
"I would love to stay and drink but I have an evening appointment. A patient who doesn't leave his house during the day. Please, you two drink, maybe I'll join you both if I finish up early." Hannibal said as he set his drink back down on the table. He pulled on his jacket and preened himself in the mirror above the small table by the door. Once he was sure he looked presentable he said his goodbyes and left.
I looked over at Will who seemed to already have something in mind. He was drinking his drink much faster now. I took his lead and tried to finish mine off quick.
He finished his drink and sat it down before standing. He undid his belt, making me blush. I had to pull my eyes from him.
"I'm on the shot." I say as I finally finish my drink. He just nodded with a small grin.
"Good, how about the room we slept in the first night? I don't think Hannibal would appreciate us being in his bed without him.
"You mean the room you snuck into in the middle of the night?" I ask with a smug grin. Will looked almost embarrassed.
"You know I knew the whole time I was in your room. I was hoping you would take pity on me and kiss me." He admitted as he undid his shirt a bit. Now it was his turn to shyly avoid eye contact.
"You are such a creep, Will Graham." I say with a chuckle as I stand up. He grinned a bit, still not looking at me as I slowly walked around the table to him.
"You have no idea." He says softly the almost threatening tone was back but that wasn't going to stop me. Once I was in touching distance his eyes trailed their way up my body to meet my eyes.
He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me into a somewhat aggressive kiss. I wrap my arms around him as his tongue finds its way past my lips. He was so shy just a second ago.
Will picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was not such a gentleman this time. His hands found their way to my ass immediately. He swiped his arm across the table, clearing a spot.
I was laid down on my back when he finally broke the kiss to pull down my pants. That's when I noticed what he'd done.
"We can't do this on his table. Seriously Will!" I say as I try to push his hands away and grab my pants. He struggles for a second but pulls the fabric free from me and gets them down to my ankles. "I mean it will! I'm not getting fucked on Hannibal's table! That's so disrespectful!" I shout as I try and push him off me. He let out a frustrated whimper and pressed himself against my body wrapping his arms around me as if to hold me in place.
"He doesn't care, we do it all the time." Will said as he started to kiss my neck. He didn't seem to realize his mistake. I think about his words carefully for a second. The drinks were making me a little slow. Meanwhile Will attacks my neck kissing and sucking at it.
"What did you just say?" I ask as I wiggle my arms between us to try and get some space. "Have you and Hannibal… have you guys had sex?" My question was enough to pull his focus. He lifted his upper body up from mine but kept himself between my legs. He didn't seem embarrassed. It was like he was thinking up a lie. "Will, I don't care, I'm just surprised." I say with a reassuring smile. He seems to fold.
"Yeah a few times. He can be very persuasive." Will says with a sheepish grin.
"Oh I'm sure he really had to twist your arm." I mock as I give him a peak on his lips.
"We're not dating or anything, he won't be mad. We were just two friends relieving stress." He says as he gently starts kissing my neck again. I wasn't sure if I believed him. Will said the same thing about him and I but Hannibal seemed to think differently. Will did sound pretty jealous the other night when Hannibal gave me a shirt. Did Will like us both?
"Did I kill the mood?" He whispered in my ear before kissing it. I laughed a little and shook my head. I undid his pants and let them fall. He picked up the pace again. I grinded myself against him. I could feel his member straining against his boxer briefs.
He took my shirt off then his own. He pulled me to his chest as he fumbled with my bra latches. I licked at his neck before getting to work at paying him back for him attacking my neck. He got more desperate as I started to nibble at his neck.
"Let me get it Will." I whisper as I take my hand from his shoulders. He sounded so frustrated. He pushed me back down into the table. I looked up at him with a surprised grin. He grabbed something above my head and pulled it into view. It was a steak knife. My eyes widened for a fraction of a second and my body tenses up as he quickly uses it to cut my bra free from me. "That's my favorite bra!" I shout as he takes the knife down to my underwear and cuts them off as well. I used my hands to cover my chest from him. I was a bit pissed.
"I'll buy you new ones." He said hastily as he dropped the knife. I relaxed a little as he stared down at my body.
"No more knives, use your words." I say as I move my hands for him. He smiled, agreeing as he quickly leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of my exposed nipples. I squirmed under him and covered my own mouth. I didn't want to let him win a moan just yet.
He used one hand to take off his underwear while his other hand found its way to my neglected breast. He worked hard at my nipples before looking up at me. Taking his lips from my nipple he rested his forehead against mine and pulled my hand away from my mouth.
"Don't fucking do that. I want to hear you." He said in a husky voice as he guided his manhood inside of me. I arch my back and moan out for him. I wrap my arms around his back as he gives me a second to get used to him.
Before long he was pumping into me as he let out soft grunts. I put my face in between his neck and shoulder as he pounded against me. "Tell me how good it feels." He demands as he puts his hand in my hair and uses it to move my head from his neck. His eyes were darker. Even though we were so close I still felt a bit embarrassed. "Tell me!" He says as he tightens his grip on my hair. I squirm a bit.
"It feels incredible, you feel so good." I moan out as he nods. It wasn't a lie. He was a little rough but it was the best I have had in a while.
"You are so gorgeous. Fuck I love you." He says in between thrusts. He started to kiss my neck once again. His lips were so gentle compared to his harsh bucking. I tried not to think about his confession too much. I try not to listen to men when they are inside of me. They will say the craziest things when they are about to cum.
I nod and run my fingers through Will's hair. Ready to pull if he starts trying to direct me head again. "Do you love me?" He asked as he started going faster. He was hitting so deep inside of me I would have said anything if it meant him not stopping.
"Of course I do, I love you." I say in a breathy voice. His grip tightens on me as he slips a hand between us. Will wasted no time as he used his thumb to rub my clip. I started to try and buck against him, desperate to cum. My toes curled as he continued his steady pace. It wasn't long at all before I came hard against his manhood. He had a self satisfied look on his face as he nodded.
"That's it, good girl." I could feel my face heat up as he praised me. He was a quick study. Already understanding how much I liked to be praised. His thrust grew stronger as he focused on his own needs. His thumb never stopped rubbing small circles around my clit. I hugged my legs around his as he pushed deep inside of me one last time and finished himself. He let out a moan as he dug his nails into my shoulder and hip making me cry out. I came with him one last time.
Our bodies pressed together laid on the table in each other's hold for what felt like hours. He panted softly and nuzzled his face into my hair.
He never removed his member from me. He started slowly humping inside of me again. My head and shoulder was killing me. I still needed some time.
"Let's get dressed." I whisper but he shakes his head.
"One more time. Please." He begged. I could feel him start to get hard again.
"No way. I'm tired and sore. Plus Hannibal could be home any moment."
"Good, maybe he'll give me a hand with you." He teased as he started to kiss me again. I kissed him back and grabbed a handful of his hair. He chuckled against my lips.
"Don't make me give you a bald spot, Graham" I warn before giving him a small playful kiss back. He pulled himself out of me and let me sit up.
"You really on the shot?" He asked as he pulled up his underwear then pants. I jumped down from the table and looked for my top as I pulled my pants off completely.
"Do you honestly think I'd let you cum inside me if I wasn't on the shot?" I ask with a laugh, finally finding my top.
"I was just wondering." He sounded a little disappointed. It worried me a bit. Surely he wasn't being serious.
"Right, well you pick this up and I'm going to shower." I say as I gather up what remained of my bra and underwear.
"You aren't going to help me?" He asked as he picked up some napkins from the ground.
"Nope you made the mess. I wanted to do it on a bed like a normal person. You better disinfect the table as well, don't half ass it." I say teasing him back. As I pull him in for one last kiss. He moaned against my lips before pulling away.
"Go get in the shower before I change my mind." The words sounded like a joke but his tone was a bit serious. I laugh and go to take a shower.
The whole time I couldn't stop thinking about the time we had. It was amazing. Will was so passionate, forceful yet gentle.
I wonder how many times he and Hannibal had sex and when. I guess they have had a few opportunities while I was here. I caught myself trying to imagine what sex with them both would be like. Will's passion and Hannibal's experience. Sounds like a girl's dream, I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to do it though.
I started to wash my hair when I felt a long buzzed strip of hair under most of my hair on the back of my head. I had a few stitches all around my head. This buzzed strip has the longest straight line of stitches though. How did the back of my head get split? It was resting against the floor when my attacker was hitting me. I tried to not think about it too hard. Some of that night was still a blur. Maybe he did hit me in the back of the head.
Turning the water off I step out and wrap a towel around me. Will had finished picking up the dining room and carefully hid any broken plates.
"Did you change your mind about round two?" He asked as he finished washing the table top.
"Nope sorry I was actually going to tell you I'm gonna lay down. I'm starting to sober up and my shoulder is hurting." I explain as I make sure my towel stays up. Will looks guilty as he looks at my freshly changed bandage.
"I'm sorry I got a little carried away. I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked a worried look washed over his face as he came over and puts a soft kiss on my shoulder. He had hurt me a little but I wasn't entirely opposed to a bit of pain.
"No, you were great. It was perfect." I say as I kiss his cheek. He grins and nods
"I had a great time too. Let me get in the shower and we can lay down together." He said as he kissed my lips.
He got in the shower as I got changed into an old sleep shirt of my own and crawled into bed. I really was sore. As temper as I was, Will would have had to peel me from the table if we had sex like that so soon again. My head was really giving me issues once the wine wore off. The sun had gone down but even the light from the lamp on the bedside table was giving me a migraine. I turned the lamp off and closed my eyes.
Will came in and laid down next to me. He wasn't shy about his clinginess before and he certainly wasn't now. He pulled me against him and kissed my neck.
"I know you're not asleep. Don't worry I'm not trying to get in your pants again. Are you even wearing pants?" He asked as he lifted the covers. I laugh and roll on my back to look up at him.
"How can I help you, Agent Graham?" I ask with a smirk. Will slid his hand under my shirt and placed his hand on my hip to pull me closer.
"Just checking on you." He said as he laid his head down next to mind.
"So you and Hannibal… how'd that happen?" I ask as I hold his hand in mine. He grinned a bit.
"Quickly that's how it happened. One moment we were having a session in his office the next I was on his lap." He pulled my hand up to kiss my knuckles.
"Oh in his work office? Over his fancy desk, I hope" I tease as he rubs the back of my hand against his lips.
"Over his desk twice. We like to keep things fair. On the table once, in his bed a few times. On my floor at my house."
"Ew Will, with your dogs watching?"
"What no, I let them out first." He laughed.
"Well good, I'm happy you two get along now. That has made my life easier."
"Mine too." He says with a chuckle. I let my eyes close as he played with my fingers. "They look like they are healing." He said as he kissed the side of my fingers. I nod agreeing.
I was about to fall asleep when the bedroom door was opened. My eyes open groggily as I lift my head to see Hannibal poking his head in.
"There you two are." He said as he came inside. I lay my head back down and close my eyes again. Taking my hand from Will I roll to my side.
"Welcome home." I say as I get settled back in.
"How was the appointment?" Will asked, looking up at Hannibal.
"Very well. He had some real breakthroughs today. Speaking of which may I borrow Will? 7:30 is normally his appointment time. We can have it in my home office. I hold back a giggle wondering if this was a real appointment or not.
"Yes please take him so I can get some rest." I say sleepily. The two men leave the room and I do my best to ignore my pains so I can sleep.
Some time later I woke up. I think it was the searing pain in my shoulder that woke me. I got up to see if I could find one of the boys. I walked past the basement door on my way to Hannibal's office. There was another strange sound coming from it. It sounded like scraping, maybe a chain rubbing against itself.
My head was hurting so bad I didn't even care what sound was coming from that place. I continue my walk and find his office. The door was wide open so I just walked in. The two men seemed to have been having a real appointment because they were across the room from one another and fully dressed.
Hannibal must have been able to tell what was wrong right away because he got up from his seat and held onto me as I wobbled a bit, squinting from the light. He fished the bottle from his pocket and handed me two pills. They looked a little different from the last ones.
"My apologies Lydia, my watch went off during Will's appointment and I figured you were still sleeping." Hannibal said as he let my head rest against his shoulder. After I took the pills.
"How long is my head going to hurt like this?" I ask still neglecting to tell them about my blurry vision. It had actually gotten somewhat better on its own so I figured it all would go away soon enough.
"Soon I'm sure. The skull was not fractured and you seem to be fine cognitively." He says as he pets my hair. I wondered how he was so sure my head was okay. He used to be a surgeon sure but he doesn't have any medical equipment in his home that can definitely tell him my skull wasn't fractured.
I didn't argue with him. He sat me down in a chair next to Will before taking his seat again. Will smiled at me as he took my hand.
"We were pretty much finished." Will said as he gently squeezed my hand. I just nod.
"I'm going to assume you two had a nice time while I was out." Hannibal said as he looked over at Will. I looked at Will as well wondering what he could possibly be looking so intensely at. Will had one big hickey on his neck. I must not have been as gentle as I thought. I looked back at Hannibal, surprised and embarrassed. Once I saw his face I knew I just confirmed his suspicions. Will chuckled a bit next to me.
"Don't be cruel Hannibal." Will says as he squeezes my hand again.
"Cruelty was not my intention. I was just inquiring about the time you both had together." Hannibal was always so vague. I wasn't sure if he was talking about sex or not. I could hardly keep up with the two in my state. I lay my head back and close my eyes. My head stopped hurting but unfortunately I felt like I might just fall asleep right here in this chair.
"What's the medication called Hannibal?" I ask not opening my eyes.
"Codeine. It is commonly used after surgery." He says matter of factly.
"This isn't what you gave me before. These are a different shade of white. I didn't feel this way last time. Wait… I didn't have surgery." I mumble as I open one eye to look at Hannibal.
"You are correct about the pill. You seemed to be in more pain so I gave you something stronger. It is understandable you don't remember but I did have to do a form of surgery. To relieve pressure off your skull" I shifted in my seat and sat up. Taking my hand from Will I felt the back of my head where I felt the buzzed strip at in the shower. "Don't be alarmed. The procedure went very well." Hannibal said as he watched me from across his desk.
"No more codeine." I mumble. Will gets up from his seat and helps me up.
"Let's get you back to bed." Will said as he held me up. Hannibal got up from his seat to help.
I closed my eyes and let them take me back to my room. The sheets felt different against my skin. I forced my eyes open and realized I was in Hannibal's bed again. I didn't care whose bed I was in. I wasn't going to be awake long.
"I am sorry for the misunderstanding but at least you will get a restful night's sleep." Hannibal said as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. His breath smelt so good.
"I'm going to run home to feed the dogs, Hannibal will be here if you need anything." Will said as he followed Hannibal's lead and kissed my forehead. I chuckled thinking it was funny Will copied him.
"Oh good, Hannibal." I coo as I roll onto my side and grab a pillow to hold. I heard a small laugh come from one of the men. They must have thought I was asleep already because they spoke more freely amongst themselves.
"He's still down there?" Will asked as his voice got farther away.
"Of course, I wouldn't deprive you of a cut. Taking some home for your dogs?" Hannibal asked as his voice got further as well.
"Is he still-" they got too far for me to hear. I repeated the conversation to myself over and over so I wouldn't forget it. What could they possibly be talking about?
This was my first time writing smut ever so I hope it isn't too bad.
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Hannigram with dominant Male S/o
My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+
Backstory: You're a famous murder investigator and you are on the case of the Chesapeake ripper, in your alone time you figure out who they are...However they know that you know...and well, you are too entranced by them to let anyone know, and maybe they also have caught a deep interest.
Dragging your eyes to your board, which had a lamp to show your work other than that you were in complete darkness. "Ah..." You mumbled out, snapping your fingers, as you stared at your investigation board in awe...
Unsure of what to do...you heard a loud knock in the darkness of your office. you jolted up and began to tear apart the spiraled out papers, and threw them in the pin, Quickly lighting your lighter, you watched as the papers began to burn.
"Oh god- What is that-" Jack let out a cough, before quickly turning on the light, causing you to squint your eyes.
Jack Crawford quickly helped you put out the fire and looked at you, "You already solved...3 murders today...don't you need a break...and why was your garbage burning??"
You blankly look at him before speaking, "Accidently lit a match and threw it in the bin..." You muttered out, "You don't smoke??" He questioned before you showed him your candles on your desk.
"Can't you... just turn on the light??" He uttered out annoyed, "No...darkness helps me think.." You spoke out, heading over to your desk, "I was trying to figure out who the Chesapeake Ripper was..or get us any leads...but..I failed..." You lied straight through your teeth, as he just slowly nodded.
"Dr.Lecter got some coffee, so I was wondering if you would join the rest of us?" He offered, you nodding your head silently. Running a hand through your messy hair.
Nodding your head gently you softly spoke as you made your way over to your desk, "Let me arrange some of my papers before I leave.." You began to grab your scattered papers on your desk, and put them stacked, putting some pens away in your pen cup as well.
Quickly following Jack out of your office and making it to the main area where everyone gets coffee, considering you were rather an introvert most of the cops and detectives look surprised at you being there.
Hannibal suddenly made eye contact with you, as he finished his conversation with Will, Hannibal made his way over to you, with your favorite type of coffee, (Insert your favorite coffee here)
You were rather baffled at how he knew, I mean sure you did hang out with him and Will quite a bit, conversion here and there, but you didn't even think that they thought you were on the friend level yet..And you also never mentioned your favorite coffee...
"Mr. (Last Name), pleasure seeing you again." Hannibal calmly spoke, handing you the warm coffee as your hand slightly traced against his causing him to slightly shudder back and regain his composure.
"Thank you, Dr. Lecter, but please call me (Name)..." You gently spoke as he slowly nodded, "Then I insist you call me, by my first name as well." Hannibal observed you, "You can sit next to me, (Name) If you'd like.." Will suddenly spoke up, watching as you take a sip of your coffee, "Thank you..." You whisper making your way over to the empty seat that he pulled up.
Alana Bloom made her way over to Jack, observing the three men, "Don't you think, Will and Hannibal both like to crowd around (Name) as if he is something of a prized possession..." Alana bloom uttered, "Or maybe it's me simply overthinking..." Alana let out a sigh as Jack slowly nodded, "I think, he has a weird charm to him.." Jack spoke motioning his hand towards you.
"So, the Chesapeake Ripper?" Will brought up, eyeing you closely, Hannibal doing the exact same as you spoke up, "Nothing..." You lie scratching your head a little bit as Hannibal gave a slightly hidden smirk, before retaining his expressionless face.
Hannibal watched as you sipped on your coffee, "Will and myself, would personally love to have you over, for dinner, once more..."
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Let out a sigh as you plastered on a smile and gave a swift knock on the door.
Will suddenly opened it, as you took notice of his outfit, which was a long-sleeved black collared shirt, it was rather fitting on him, Lastly he had some black jeans on.
"You look nice," Will complimented as he offered you his hand to take, your bigger hand suddenly took his, as he gave a smile.
He led you inside, before shutting the door, and led you to the kitchen, you really didn't think much of it when Will held your hand, but he did clasp your own rather giddily and needily.
After the both of you made your way to the kitchen, you both saw Hannibal gently pouring some sauce onto the neatly sliced meat.
Will pulled out a seat for you, as you saw out of the corner of your eye him smelling and taking in your scent.
As both of the murder husbands took their own seats, Hannibal of course started up the conversation, "When did you figure it out.." Hannibal, sliced into the meat with a knife, then grabbed it with a fork.
"(Name) You always have such a keen eye on things, especially when it involved killers.." Hannibal gave a smile, as Will sipped on his wine.
"Maybe, the reason you didn't tell anyway is that you are in love with us," Will spoke up, before continuing with a happy smile, "I could say, that we exactly fill the same...I mean, have you ever wondered exactly why your ex-boyfriend was turned into such a piece of art?" Will suddenly revealed.
Hannibal finishing it off.
"It's, quite simple. It was to showcase our love."
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Yandere!Will Graham HCs
TW: mentions of stalking, kidnapping, drugging, hints at Stockholm Syndrome
Starting off, we already know Will is unstable. You just happen to be that final push.
He's classified as a protective yandere and he's definitely not delusional.
He knows what he's feeling is wrong, when you love someone you shouldn't think about locking them away and keeping them to yourself.
He'll go through inner turmoil between his morality given his occupation and his obsessive love for you.
He just wants to keep you safe and he wants to be the person to provide that for you.
He's also a paranoid person, potential harm against you is the main reason he will fancy the idea of kidnapping you.
From his line of work, he understands perfectly how horrible people can be and something happening to you is that final push he needs.
He just can't allow something to happen to you. He would rather die.
Therefore, this is where the stalking will start.
Inevitably, he will find out everything about you regarding your schedule, the places you visit frequently, the people you speak with, etc.
Trust me, this man will basically have everything on file.
Stalking you will further enhance his obsession love for you.
He starts fantasizing about a life with you including taking you on fishing trips with him and showing you how to properly cast and how loved you will be with him and his multitude of dogs.
Eventually, this will lead towards actually kidnapping you.
He would sneak into your home in the middle of the night where he knows you're already asleep.
While you're asleep, he will sedate you to make sure you wouldn't fight him when he finally took you from your home.
After he kidnaps you, he will do everything he can to make sure you were comfortable and taken care of.
When he arrived home with you, he carefully placed you on his bed and secured you with handcuffs on one of your legs.
You would be comfortable yet unable to reach for other things that would be a danger towards yourself and him.
He made sure that his bedside tables were out of reach.
While you were still heavily sedated from the drug, he stayed beside you until you woke up. He kept a hand on yours, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles.
He's honestly the best yandere to have fall for you because your comfort and happiness is his number one priority. Anything you want, he will get. Besides freedom but you get the gist.
You won't be restrained for long, if you behave he will remove the cuffs from you.
However, don't try to run from him or fight him. He's not afraid to restrain you again.
When he needs to work though, he will restrain you again in case you try to run while he's gone.
If you don't try anything, Will's not against giving you more freedom. He will begin to trust you and trust that you know better than to try and run.
Some restrictions will be lifted. For instance, allowing you more free reign around the house and even outside.
However, when you want to go outside he will need to go with you, holding your hand the entire time.
He's an affectionate yandere.
He loves spoiling you in kisses and cuddles because it's been practically ages since he's been in a relationship and you're the love of his life.
His favorite moment is when he gets to walk with you and the dogs around his property. It makes him feel incredibly domestic and that everything is normal.
When you start to become more docile and allow him to act as your significant other, he will be enthusiastic.
He's too paranoid to try taking you out in public. The risk of you running away or people recognizing you as a missing person is the last thing he needs.
He still has night terrors. Some of which include you not loving him and being scared of him for the monster he is.
When he woke up drowning in sweat with you rubbing his back, he will grip you tightly and sob into your chest.
That would be the only time he would feel guilty about what he's done.
However, after you calming him down and helping him feel better that feeling will start to vanish.
Seeing you finally falling for him and giving him equal affection would make him feel like taking you the way he did was righteous.
If someone managed to find you and/or God forbid hurt you, Will's going to snap.
He will literally drag this person to the ground and beat them to death, he doesn't play when it comes to protecting you.
After he disposes of the body, he will pull you into him and comfort your fearful cries, shushing you and stroking your hair.
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Will Graham x Reader
Warnings: brief crime scene description, violence.
Notes: Will becomes your chiro. HONESTLY -- this isn't even an x reader, at this point. However... what is an x reader, if not an opportunity to discover facets of relationships that exceed platonic and romantic? Anyway, I wanted this out of my drafts.
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It was nearly morning by the time you’d arrived to the scene.
An unpleasant phone call had roused you from your sleep, interrupting what was meant to be one of your only nights off from work. Days typically felt endless, and the few nights you had to yourself shortened considerably. It hadn’t been for nothing, however… For the entire span of a month, an unavoidable tension and haunting silence settled upon the precinct. These types of cases rarely made for good conversation anyway, but you'd be damned if you said you didn't want the current atmosphere to just snap and dispel back into the playful chatter that once occupied the air. In short: you never quite found yourself catching a break.
When you finally managed to roll over, stretch your arm out, and answer the call, you were met with the familiar gruff voice of one Jack Crawford.
While he talked, you grunted in acknowledgment. Or, at least, you had hoped the strained sound that escaped your throat evoked it all the same. Either way, you agreed to his unpleasant request and returned the phone to your side. You had desperately wished for more sleep -- at every word and syllable that left Jack's mouth, you held on to the dream that he'd allow you some rest before the day would begin. Jack didn't care about your aspirations today.
And so you had begun by dragging yourself out of bed, pulling your smelly clothes out of the hamper and back over your arms and legs, and pouring yourself whatever was left of your cold, day-old brewed coffee. You hung your badge on your hip and decidedly brought your flashlight along. It was still dark out and most wouldn't be awake for another five hours. Unfortunately for yourself, you weren't most.
The car ride was achingly tedious, with street lights feeling brighter than you'd remembered them being.
When you slowed near the address, you parked across the street, on the side of the road, and stepped out of the car. Outside the house, right across from you was the cruiser tasked with an overnight stay, overlooking the crime scene's privacy.
You made your way over to the vehicle, noticing the officer inside had dozed off to sleep. He's from the precinct, you recognized. You lightly tapped the window.
He nearly jumped at the sound, opening his eyes and looking your way. A beat later, he starts the cruiser and rolls down his window.
"Has Graham left yet?" you ask, opening your flashlight and pointing it toward the ominously parked car behind him.
The officer rubs his eyes thoroughly, looking in his rearview mirror. The only other car on the road, a Volvo, was parked directly behind him. It was empty.
"No, he hasn't. Did you get Crawford's call?" he responds, and you yawn before shuffling through the pockets of your coat.
"Yes... He's still inside then?" the officer looks past you, watching the home's kitchen light turn on. He straightens his back suddenly and you turn to watch the house.
"Someone definitely is."
You turn back to him in an instant and flash him your badge, exasperatedly.
"I'll get him," you say, sighing. "but, hey... maybe don't sleep on the job?"
You pulled the caution tape over your head as you passed through and made your way toward the front door.
It was quiet inside, and dark. An ongoing investigation meant the bank couldn't put her back on the market just yet — not that she'd sell well in this state, without a thorough and deep cleaning. An entire family being butchered in their own home wouldn't quite leave the air of such a tight-knit town either.
The light in the kitchen suddenly turns on, noticeable by the faintest click and a sudden warm glow that peered through the doorless arch. You stopped yourself from moving any more, noticing yellow evidence tags littering the floor where dried blood grotesquely stretched. Without the sudden light, you might've stepped right into it.
"Will?" you call out.
Nothing but silence.
Stepping into the kitchen, you’re quick to notice the toppled-over vase, dead flowers, and scattered glass shards. With a quick look around, you see the light switch across the room and by the dining room arch. The thought of shutting the lights off crosses your mind, and so you make your way further into the room and around the kitchen island, careful not to step on anything on your way. The yellow tags continued into this room.
You jump at the sight of Will, his body walking into the kitchen with only a few steps from the dark dining room. The strangest goosebumps suddenly littered your skin.
You shift uneasily.
“Will, you shouldn’t be here at this hour.” You state bluntly, but he should already know this. He doesn’t react as he continues to stare you down with familiar, distant eyes.
Will Graham is not a violent man, or rather… he doesn’t give the impression of ever having been one. You recall the few past instances of him interacting with evidence — that same glassy look in his eye as he’d do so. Jack was always there to catch his attention and to snap him back to the present but, much like you find yourself now, you’ve not always been so fortunate to have him around.
“C’mon. If you’re not feeling great, I’ll drive you home. We can pick your car up in the morning.”
Will’s lips move momentarily, but nothing reaches you. He’s too quiet. You take a sudden step forward and, at that same moment, his hand shoots up to the light switch.
The lights are shut off. In that mere fraction of a second, your hand reaches for your gun, no — your flashlight — and you stumble back.
“Will —!“ you begin to call out, unhooking the cool metal object. Just as it unfastens, something makes contact with your gut.
You keel forward with a wheeze, your hands grabbing onto what you immediately realize to be a coat — Will's coat. You hold onto him for dear life, chasing your breath with quick and uneasy gasps.
You make an attempt to speak, despite breaths of air being difficult to come by, but a firm and quick jab hits you straight in the throat.
No sound escapes you as you fall backward, hitting your back against the solid wood floors just outside the kitchen and displacing many of the yellow evidence tags. You're stunned, curling in on yourself the very instant you landed, and just as your mind attempts to reel itself back together. You can't find the air you so desperately need — you can't move off your own volition — hell, you're certain you dropped your flashlight back there.
Unfocused, you barely take notice of Will's few steps forward before a click sends a bright light straight into your watering eyes. You squeeze them shut and flinch away, your eyelids suddenly painted with bright blinking spots. He must've picked it up.
After a moment, he turns the light upwards and the brightness becomes more bearable. A few blinks bring your sight back onto him, a sinister upcast glow on his grizzly face as his eyes remain vacant and familiar. You wheeze uncomfortably and hold your neck.
"I punch you in the throat so you don't make a sound. Your screams would alert the neighbours," he says, a tilt of his head giving away his roaming yet unregistering stare. "and we can't have that."
He takes a step forward and, just as his free hand reaches for you, your leg shoots upward to kick him in the jaw. He trips back into the kitchen with a crash, the flashlight waving about as pure darkness comes and goes, and you waste little time rolling over to crawl as far away as possible. The floor is sticky and unpleasant.
With a grunt, Will rights himself and walks back into the living room, the flashlight pointed to your back and casting your shadow along the floor. He gently places it at his feet and reaches you in only a few drawn-out steps, dropping to your level and restraining your arms behind your back with ease. Before you are the large shadow of his silhouette, looming over with sinister intent.
“I focus my attention on the spine.” He grunts, reeling your arms in further and causing a painful pull to your chest. “At this point, permanent damage doesn’t matter.”
Another wheeze leaves you as you attempt to plead, desperate. He hears nothing as he places his knee on your upper back and shoves down with all his weight.
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MANNA CHAPTER 2: SUPPER
Dark!Hannibal Lecter x Reader x Dark!Will Graham fic, TW for eating disorders, noncon, abuse, drugging, mild Daddy kink (it'll all make sense).
This chapter is chronologically 2nd in the series.
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Blood in your mouth; you've bitten your inner cheek in your sedative state, auto-cannibalism under the eye of vague attendants. Both are male, featureless, moth-men with closed wings.
You glance from one to the other, grasping foolishly at memory, not yet finding its edges.
"Dad?"
The figure on the left ejects an awkward laugh.
"Which one of us is that again?"
"A moment, Will," says the other man, and through the ether of sleep you see his face, the etching of an aesthete, that which you have seen before.
Hannibal. Dr. Lecter. An enemy in the seat of a saviour.
"Give her time to wake," he says, "and to acclimatise to her environment."
"What's going on?" you ask, rubbing your hands across your face in an effort to rouse yourself. "Where am I right now?"
"You don't remember what happened?" asks Hannibal, his absence of brows arched. "You are in my home, where you will be staying for the foreseeable future, under my care. My colleague, Will Graham, will be assisting me in looking after you. I hope that while you are unhappy with your situation, you will be cordial to him."
A tableau— Hannibal trapping you against the door, your knee bruising his male sensitivity, intimate as newlyweds in the clinch of your rash violence—slows your thoughts with its artistry.
You remain too sluggish, yet, to fear Dr. Lecter as you did in his office. Every feeling seems performed by some spirit in your place, a girl who died here before you, leaving a breath of her sorrows in the walls.
"Are you a doctor?" you ask the man named Will Graham.
He blinks at you as though perturbed by the question.
"No," he says, shortly. "I lecture in criminal profiling for the FBI. Occasionally, I step in as a special agent on crime scenes. I'm here to offer my insights on your case, I guess. Haven't decided quite what they are, yet."
You sit up, frowning.
"But I'm not a murderer."
Will smiles, the curl of his mouth quite unpleasant.
"I know. Doesn't mean I can't get inside your head, though."
He is unfriendly, and oddly furtive, his expression dancing between moral objection and a grudging interest in you. Segments of his conversation with Hannibal pluck at you delicately: he is present only under duress, any curiosity a provocation on Dr. Lecter's part.
You glimpse an avenue for escape through the younger man's sensitivity.
"So... you're a cop?" you ask, carefully.
Will coughs out a laugh.
"Not exactly. Why, worried I'll arrest you?"
"No, but you should arrest Dr. Lecter."
Hannibal delivers you an amused look.
"I have no concerns with the legalities of your treatment. Will would not incriminate himself in any act that would be to your detriment."
You worry your lower lip with your teeth, wondering how much of the truth Will Graham knows.
"So... am I in trouble?"
"Why would you be?" Will enquires, but the question is directed at Hannibal, who coolly answers.
"She assaulted me in her efforts to leave my office."
You stiffen as Will's expression clouds with a new darkness.
"Are you hurt?"
"Fortunately not. I could have been, but I was prepared for resistance. A poor start to our relationship, nonetheless. I think an apology is in order."
Threat is inevitable in that statement; you look for windows, doors, any potential exit, knowing well that you cannot move fast enough to pass your jailers without intervention.
Will says your name, the suddenness throwing you like the recoil of a gun.
"Apologise to Dr. Lecter."
"She was frightened, Will," says Hannibal, generously. "Like a stray animal unused to human contact, she cannot help but bite in the terror that we mean her harm."
Yet he does mean you harm, means to play with you as an orca does a seal it kills, an inversion of his own metaphor.
Will shakes himself, turning from you in reluctance to meet your gaze.
"You said she has to learn," he says, through gritted teeth. "We need to reinforce boundaries with her. So either she apologises, or we have to punish her. That's the way this works, right?"
Fear opens your lethargy with a surgeon's precision.
"Punish?" you cry. "What are you talking about?"
Ignoring your interjection, Dr. Lecter says, "You are correct, Will. For certain plants, a framework is needed for them to grow. What trellis must we build to guide our clematis to its most majestic heights?"
Will regards his friend thoughtfully.
"What's your suggestion?"
"There are two options that occur to me," says Hannibal, watching as you claw yourself against the headboard with both hands. "The first is that we begin the initial step of her recovery with a hearty meal. I was informed by her family that she has not eaten since yesterday. It is not too late for me to prepare dinner. If she will not eat, then I have the means to encourage her to do so."
Dr. Lecter turns aside, allowing you to glimpse a feeding tube posed gracefully on a tabletop. You have long feared this tool, which even previous therapists have raised as a possibility for you, should you not end this starving strike. Never had you pictured a day this horror would find its becoming.
Terror licks at you as readily as a flame.
Starting forward, you grip Will by the wrist, unhinged in your desperation.
"Don't let him do that to me."
Will looks down at your hand with displeasure, yet he doesn't attempt to remove it, enduring your touch with grimacing obligation.
"And the other option, Dr Lecter?" he asks, thinly. "It's been a long day, and I don't know if I have the energy to step in as orderly to a violent patient without preparation."
"I am sure that you would handle her proficiently," says Dr. Lecter. "But perhaps there is another method we can consider, first."
He takes Will aside and murmurs to him; the fragments you discern sound as ambiguous as the language used aloud.
The younger man takes on a cornered look.
"I... can't do that," he protests, his posture sharp with discomfort. "That could open up a whole host of new problems for her."
"Or it could impress upon her the necessity to listen to her guardians," says Hannibal. "I will join you, if it will persuade you."
"Doesn't that go against the confines of your role?"
Dr. Lecter smirks, his fine-jawed features made truly handsome.
"I will enact discipline, also. But it will not be the first tool that I apply."
The two men approach the bed together, one on either side of you, apparently united in their purpose.
"What are you doing?" you cry, although by now you've a sense of it. "Stay away from me!"
"These are the conquences of resistance, little one," says Hannibal, closing the space between you. "From now on, I suggest that you comply."
You scramble backwards only to come up against Will Graham, his arms a cuff around you.
"Don't struggle," he snaps. "I don't want to hurt you any more than I have to."
"No! No!"
Child-like, you find yourself reduced to simple denial, fear snatching the very language from you. You are all trembling fragility beneath Will as he shoves you, face down, on the bed; you turn your head back to look at him, glimpsing a flash of clenched teeth, eyes with a bear's indifferent hunger, something sickly, and soulful underneath.
You think, this man is not well, then bark out a startled scream as he forces your head frontwise, a fisherman's rough hand on your scalp, oppressing you in its unthinking violence.
"Face him," Will barks, pushing you for emphasis. "He's the one you injured."
You comply, feeling on the very cusp of death.
The man on your back manoeuvres you on all fours to his liking, the stave of his hard want crushed against his jeans. His comrade holds your arms down, though you could not move them at the devil's request; stillness is your ally, submission where a fight would cut your throat.
Hannibal looks at you with the cruel serenity of an angel, in all his justice. He touches your tear-scaled cheek with solace stolen from husbands and fathers; when he tips your face to his, you know what he will take from you, have felt the omen of that kiss.
It is intimate, gentle, kinder than any touch you've known in years. You blink, dismayed by the lust that roots itself from gut to cunt in its tangling wisteria.
"What— why?" you stutter, the feel of his lips on yours a reverberation that long remains.
"A treatment from bygone times," says Hannibal, patiently. "Although widely frowned upon, sex was once implemented to allieve many ailments. I find value in it, still."
"No," you say, aware of Will's arousal at your entrance. "I mean, why did you kiss me? Why would you do that?"
"You ache to be cherished, and so you will be. Alas, it may be many months before you see me as the friend you crave."
"You'll never be my friend," you sneer, and regret the barb as Will thrusts against you, having unbuckled his jeans to free himself to your imprisonment.
There is an arc of sore horror as his cock bolts within, making butchery of you in his taking. Will's arms are either side of you, the bars that cage such a sow; he smells of sweat, and Old Spice, and dog hair, and now of sex. You sob drily as he ruts your vulnerability against the mattress, as he sucks the skin of your neck in his teeth and bites until a ring tattoos your throat.
That mark is a staple of sexual assault, you'd read that somewhere, a sigil of the taker's power.
Limp, you let him use you, fucking you in so harsh and primal rhythm that you can think of nothing but its pattern.
What ill of yours earned this brash causality? Why, of all patients, has Hannibal taken you up as his toy?
"Stay there," Will grumbles, as you arch your back in a spasm of gilded agony. "Don't move."
"I have her," says Hannibal, and he guides you up onto your knees, his chest flat to yours as Will ruins the atrium of his desire. "Teach her what she will endure, if she will not accept our aid."
You cannot stand to be torn apart like this, a beast between your legs, and another touching your breasts and waist as though your partner in a waltz, all courtly chivalry.
"Please, Will," you moan, but he has thrown aside his reason, swept up in this gourmand's pleasure.
"Hurt me the way you hurt Dr. Lecter and you'll really wish you hadn't," he says, and you shake your head in a frantic falsehood.
"I won't. I swear I won't."
Will is fire, and you are ash: he is pain and delight, a conundrum. He puts a hand to your neck, holding your head upright as he fucks you, and growls against your ear sharp threats that sell you to silence.
Hannibal stares at you in fascination. You feel it pour over you like tar, glazing you with the shame of your illness having made you his object.
Dr. Lecter is of an evil Will is not, setting you both before him to observe your every response.
Later, he will write notes about this; the hands that glide your body now will itch for the pen, to lay out all you are on paper, and memorialise your suffering.
Does he truly think that this will help you? You don't believe it.
This night is his experiment, that which he might take apart like a pig's heart to show its working to students of science. Will is Dr. Lecter's pupil, and he is moulding the man to be as he is, and though it is Graham that fucks you, it is Hannibal you hate the most, the God that set this all into motion.
Will's breath flutters at your ear, and he stills, only the part of him within you left flinching to a vicious end. Hannibal steps back from the bedframe, smoothing down his suit of creases with elegant hands. As Will struggles up to join him, you crumple forward, sodden and stammering, a headache starting to beat at your temple, the hangover of Dr. Lecter's drug.
Yet when the younger man places a hand to your jerking back, you accept the touch, wanting even so poor a substitute for love.
"Daddy," you whisper. "I want to go home."
Will jerks away from you, staring at his own hand with abject revulsion.
"What have I done?" he asks, and there is an undercurrent of awe to the words that you do not quite understand.
"You did what you had to," says Dr. Lecter, smoothly. "What was needed."
His colleague shakes his head, his gaze dropping floorwise.
"No. She's seriously ill. She should be in a hospital ward, and I— we—"
"Will."
You cannot stand the fondness with which Hannibal addresses the other man, grooming him to such extremities of evil. He lays a hand on Will's shoulder, and he relaxes into the touch, an unconscious softening of his inate angles.
They stand together as if alone in the room, Dr. Lecter's face almost in the crook of Will Graham's neck.
"She is quelled," he says, quietly. "Tomorrow, she will eat the breakfast I make for her with the memory of this correction, and in time, she will learn to thank you for it. Even to love."
Still, Will lingers in the doorway, watching you wind yourself into the coverlet to nurse the wound of his making.
"Is she going to be alright?" he asks, nervously.
Through sodden lashes, you see Dr. Lecter guide his colleague into the hallway, as a strict father might the mother that coddles an infant that screams to be held.
"Let her sleep," he murmurs. "Her dreams will be woven with our teaching. Soon we shall see what tapestry will be made."
They leave you there, descending into opiate darkness. You slumber, but you do not dream, only lie with your hand over the heat these heathens have struck in what was before a lampless under-earth.
Your hunger follows you down into the castles of sleep, loyal to its creator.
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Pig Meat
Hannibal Lecter x Fem!Reader x Will Graham
warning(s): obsession, cannibalism, violence, detailed murder, break in, intruder, unmerciful Hannibal
Hannibal and Will were both very intellectual men on their own. They rarely found anyone that they genuinely liked talking to. That was, until they met (Y/n) (L/n). She didn’t really keep her conversations professional, and yet Will would find himself laughing at the jokes they’d say. And it wasn’t because he felt like he had to laugh, but because she was genuinely entertaining.
Hannibal had taken notice of this, and decided to start a conversation with her when it was appropriate. Most of the time, Hannibal may let the corners of his mouth twitch up while talking with someone, but that was as much emotion he would let himself show. But around (Y/n), it was completely different. He couldn’t help but sweetly grin whenever she would comment on how lazy one of the many copycats of the Chesapeake Ripper had been. He couldn’t hold back a single reaction when it came to talking with her.
Hannibal and Will were having one of their usual sessions, when somehow, (Y/n) had come up in the conversation.
“I can’t wrap my head around it, but there’s just something about her that draws me to her. Whenever I see her laughing with someone else, it’s like there’s a heavy weight against my chest. Usually I can comprehend these kinds of things, but with her..she confuses me.” Will stated, walking through his thoughts with Hannibal as he let out a sigh.
Hannibal seemed to mull over what Will had said, even after the session ended and he had returned home. He wondered why what Will said stuck with him, trying his best to focus on fixing his dinner. It wasn’t until he had laid down that he realized why, making a chuckle leave him as he smiled. Because he felt the exact same way about her.
The two men eventually had come to an agreement, they would keep an eye on their lovely (Y/n), and wouldn’t nearly kill each other over her. Besides, the two actually liked sharing. They began to court (Y/n), first inviting her to one of Hannibal’s infamous dinner parties, and then they gradually took turns taking her on dates.
Hannibal and Will took their time with her, waiting until the time was right before they both asked her to join their relationship. At first she had been a bit reluctant, having never been exposed to the concept of a polyamorous relationship before. But with time, she accepted their offer and happily began to date them both.
Since then, the two men felt quite at peace. Will and Hannibal would do their work while (Y/n) spent her time mostly in Hannibal’s library. On most days, the two men would return home and find their darling lamb napping in the library. Though, because of this, they began to let their guards down.
Hannibal had strictly banned a patient of his from coming to see him again, since he clearly needed more serious help that he couldn’t personally offer. The patient, Ryan Louis, had taken this very personally. He began to obsess over how he had been rejected by Hannibal. Ryan had made his sessions with Dr. Lecter a part of his routine, and to suddenly be turned away had angered him.
Most would feel dejected, but Ryan felt challenged. So, Hannibal thought he was better than him just because he was some guy with a degree? Well, he’d be sure to prove him wrong. He desperately would try to get glimpses of the dinner parties Hannibal would throw, and during one of these instances, he spotted her.
(Y/n) (L/n), this was the name he learned to belong to the woman. He watched as she had one hand rested around Will’s waist, while Hannibal had rested his hand against the small of her back. It clicked pretty easily for him, figuring out that (Y/n) (L/n) was their shared significant other. He had been planning on getting back at Hannibal for daring to reject him, and this was the perfect way to hurt not only Hannibal, but those he loved as well.
Ryan had asked someone how he could contact (Y/n), pretending it was for a business inquiry, and had managed to get her place of work. He would take trips to try and catch her leaving work, and one night, he got lucky. He knew from keeping an eye on Hannibal and Will that the two would be out later than usual. This meant that there would be a period of time where (Y/n) would be home by herself, and he knew he couldn’t let this rare opportunity pass up.
A few hours later, (Y/n) had finally returned home. She let out a gentle sigh, locking the front door behind her before she took off her shoes and coat, the noise of the rain outside seemed to fill the silence in the house. She had been told ahead of time by her lovers that they would be returning home a bit later than their usual time, having found an important piece of evidence for a case they were working on. While she hated being by herself in their shared home, she decided to take the opportunity to clean up the home a bit.
She passed the time by cleaning up the few places Hannibal had missed when cleaning the home over the weekend, soon deciding to get some work done since there was little to clean anyway. As she worked at her desk upstairs, she heard a small ‘crash’. (Y/n) paused in her typing, feeling a strong sense of unease and alarm fill her. She knew she couldn’t just ignore the sound, so she took her phone and a taser she had been given by Will, he had always been paranoid about her safety. (Y/n) knew she’d have to thank him later, holding it out in front of her as she made her way downstairs. She looked around until she found the back door open, the chilly wind outside making the rain land on the wooden floor.
(Y/n) froze slightly, her fight or flight senses kicking in as she remembered distinctly checking the lock on it. It had been locked, so who the hell was in the house with her?
She soon got her answer when she felt an arm wrap around her neck, while their free hand tightly gripped onto her taser. She let out a frightened gasp, struggling to breathe as she quickly fought for her life. She kicked and headbutted whoever was attacking her, making them quickly move her hand, activating the taser as it connected with her other arm. She shook as electricity surged through her, but managed to roll out of the way of a harsh kick.
(Y/n) looked up to see a man, someone she recognized as one of Hannibal’s more rude clients. She let out a gasp as he swung at her again, coming back to her senses as she ducked, running up the stairs as she stumbled, still recovering from being shocked. She went to her shared bedroom, immediately slamming the door and locking it. She quickly moved the dresser in front of the door, and went to hide in the closet. She wasn’t taking any chances, she really didn’t want to get shot through the door in case he found the gun Hannibal and Will kept in their study.
She scrambled to get out her phone, tears blurring her vision as she called Hannibal, too freaked out to attempt calling 911. She bit her lip, holding back a sob as she heard the intruder begin to slam against the door. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding when Hannibal had finally picked up, keeping her eyes on the closet door.
“Darling, do you need something?” Hannibal had asked, his voice as soothing as always as (Y/n) let out a quiet whimper.
“Hannibal, someone g-got in. They have my t-taser, and they’re trying to break down t-the door.” (Y/n) quickly explained, keeping her voice hushed as it shook with fear. The other side of the line seemed to go quiet, only being able to hear muffled noises.
“We’re on our way, sit tight and don’t make any noise. You’re going to be alright, I promise.” Hannibal stated, causing (Y/n) nod, even if he couldn’t see her. She flinched as she heard a large ‘bang’ shudder against the bedroom door. Her eyes widened in fear, he must have found the axe they kept in the garage.
She did her best to stay quiet, tears spilling down her face as she heard the front door finally open, and she could hear Will threaten the intruder at gunpoint. Meanwhile, she almost screamed when the closet door opened, sudden relief washing over her when she recognized Hannibal.
Hannibal gently reassured her, helping her up as he held her close. He asked if she was injured at all, and looked over where she had been choked and tased. Although it would bruise and likely be sore for the next few days, it was nothing permanent. He pressed a kiss to (Y/n)’s forehead, telling her he would be right back. She was reluctant, but was reassured when Will entered the room. He rushed over to her, kneeling in front of her as he looked her over.
“Are you alright?” Will asked, concern laced in his voice as (Y/n) nodded, bringing Will close to her as she held onto him, and he gladly returned the gesture. Hannibal left the room, calmly making his way downstairs, to find Ryan restrained to a chair, just as he had asked Will to do.
Hannibal frowned, walking up to him as Ryan struggled and cursed, landing a sharp punch on his nose. Ryan yelled as his nose broke, and Hannibal tightly gripped the collar of his shirt.
“You have been incredibly rude to my darling tonight, I think it’s time I took care of that.” Hannibal stated, eerily calm as Ryan shook in fear, expecting to be arrested or roughly beat up. But nothing prepared the foolish man as Hannibal picked up a knife he had nearby, immediately cutting into him as Ryan screamed and struggled for his life.
Soon, Ryan was completely unrecognizable, his face torn with stab wounds, and his torso ripped open, his entire front drenched in blood. Ryan was somehow still alive, although only small squelches and rasps left his mouth, staring up at Hannibal through the blood in his eyes with complete fear. Hannibal tutted, glaring down at Ryan as he landed the final blow, twisting the knife as he dug it into his open chest. His body went limp, and Hannibal made sure to clean off the knife, using hydrogen peroxide to rid any traces of blood.
Hannibal knew that this man wasn’t worth being made into a work of art, seeing him as nothing else but a rude, disgusting pig who dared to target one of his darlings. He had made sure his death was slow and painful, and he would make sure to make him into a meal for one of his more..rude clients.
“It’s been a while since I’ve cooked pig.”
~fin~
author’s note: so, the ending was pretty much very light gore, so i hope that wasn’t too upsetting to anyone! plus, i found it funny that i was sitting in a panera bread smiling and laughing while writing about full on murder. if you have any requests, don’t be shy! i promise i won’t bite <33
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