Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Fandom: Hannibal (TV)

Relationship: Bedelia Du Maurier/Hannibal Lecter

Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Bedelia Du Maurier, Original Child Character(s)

Additional Tags: Bedelia's POV, Her and Hannibal's time in France and Florence together, They've been married since they were young. a/b/o dynamics, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Pregnancy, Mpreg, Discussion of Abortion, Sexual Content, Omega Hannibal Lecter, Alpha Bedelia Du Maurier, Hannibal has both sets of reproductive organs, Canonical Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Cannibalism, No beta we die like Bedelia doesn't

Language: English

Summary:

Alpha. Psychiatrist. Victim. Liar. Few people knew what Bedelia Du Maurier actually was. Few knew why she had left with Hannibal Lecter after the red dinner. It was beyond professional curiosity. Beyond desire. Beyond wishing to understand the darkness within herself. It was because she owed him. Not only for telling her version of events, but for allowing her to live the life she had enjoyed until she found him in the aftermath of his own creation. She was La Sposa del Mostro. The bride of the monster. And this was her story. *Fic is complete, and updates are scheduled for Friday, Saturday, or Sunday each week.

Abortion is critical women's health care

Actual roman epitaph for a dog

this is such a funnily dramatic shot. damn we have the hard task of further traumatizing an already-traumatized 19 year old vulnerable girl ahead of us.....

im fucking sick to my stomach im so hurt

look at these little darlings !!

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What I wouldn't give to see Abigail's room. To have a scene of her by herself, while Hannibal, Will and Alana stand outside her door, and watch as she takes in her childhood bedroom. To see her unkept bed she told herself she'd tidy after breakfast, walk around the small space, with pastel pink walls her mother had painted while pregnant with her, and to follow as her hand lingers on the bumps and brush strokes. She wonders that maybe, if she pushes hard enough, her mother's hand will reach out to pull her away from this mess, whisper that nothing can hurt her while she's embraced in her arms.

Oh, to see her pick up dolls and dvds and books and trinkets her father had given her as a child, a disgusted look on her face as she holds them tight to her chest, wishing that her he were present so she could yell at him, hurt him till he bled, apologise for the mess and say she still loved him, but she wasn't sure how or why.

She'd absorb the room, it's history, it's ability to once make her feel safe, look at the pink walls once again and cry. Small, whispery sobs, the kind where your lips hurt from quivering so much and your throat starts to choke on your own sadness, then stop, wipe, get up, and exit, saying to the others that she's seen enough of it.

What I wouldn't give

You know what trope I desperately need but never see? A traumatized character who's never had a day of comfort in their life trying to comfort one of their friends, and just failing. They're making things worse, their friend is angry, and they're confused and scared. Give me the angst in a moment that was supposed to be fluff.

If you ever tagged me to do one of those tag game thingies and I never did it:

1) Thank you, seriously. Those are fun and being included shows that my followers care enough to want to learn more about me.

2) Very sorry about that, it’s extremely likely that I said to myself “Cool! But I’m busy at the moment, I’ll have to do this later today or tomorrow” before proceeding to just straight-up forget, now it’s too far back in my notifications and/or your blog to find again.

thinking about this S2 EP10 naka-choko conversation ….. will telling hannibal hes evil and hannibal saying hes just destructive. comparing himself to a storm and fire and hail , being all nature related … its in hannibal’s nature to be destructive. he doesn’t know how else to impact the world than by violence. just like how a storm can’t give a rainbow and fire can’t water the flowers. they’re just striking thunder and burning to ashes things that are meant to be destroyed. doing what they’ve been built to do. hannibal has been built to spread his destruction across world because he’s never learned gentleness. he doesn’t think it being evil, it’s just the only way he knows how to interact with the world.