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hobnobs1103 · 13 days

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top 10 hannibal quotes:

1. she weaponised her uterus (what the fuck mason)

2. in the pantry

3. i’m not interested in a pissing contest with you dr lecter

4. i am b e d r o c k

5. i said it was mild 💅

6. “what do you consider him?” “dead”

7. is your social worker in that horse?

8. no pajama party for you mr graham

9. feeling paternal will

10. he helped us milk you (what the fuck is wrong with this family)

#these were from memory i’ve probably missed some better ones #hannibal #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannigram

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butterbabyflapjack · 1 year

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CROWN OF PIERCING BONE

Hannibal Lecter x fem!reader x Will Graham (18+)

You’re an FBI trainee with a spiraling empathy disorder, tasked with helping track a horrific serial killer who bow-hunts women dressed only in antler crowns. But Will Graham, the brooding professor who’s reluctantly agreed to mentor you, may actually be the very killer you and the FBI are looking for.

Meanwhile, you inexplicably don’t trust your psychiatrist, Dr. Lecter. He might be seducing and manipulating you, or maybe he just wants to pâté your liver.

Wherein....

• Will’s afraid to open up, but even more afraid of letting you go. That might not be a good thing.

• You maybe take a fire axe to Hannibal’s harpsichord in an uncontrolled fit of rage. And, no, he’s not exactly ~pleased~ about it.

• You thought you were sane, but now you’re part of Will and Hannibal’s murder family??

• Maybe taking psychedelics around Hannibal isn’t the best idea you’ve ever had. He's likely to take advantage.

• You might be dating a dissociative serial murderer? Fun~!

[ TAGS & WARNINGS ] dark!Will Graham, Will Graham fluff, M/M/F threesome, crime, psychological thriller, hallucinations, slow burn, canon typical violence, volatile feelings, angst, mental illness, unconventional love triangle, manipulation, gaslighting, porn with plot, porn with feelings, explicit sexual content, cannibalism, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, Hannibal playing god, deception, mystery, trauma, issues with guilt, culinary exploits of a sexual and murderous nature, hurt and comfort, lots of hurt and comfort, canon typical dark content, serial murder, investigation, therapy with Dr. Lecter, ethical dilemmas, neurodivergent characters, neurodivergent reader, conflicted reader, kidnapping, attempted kidnapping, criminal psychology, possible major character death, dreamscapes, erotomania, soft sex, rough sex, shower sex, hate sex, shoved against a bookshelf sex, trying desperately to be quiet so you don't get in trouble sex, mild knife play, fishing with Will, Hannibal adores dressing you up, dinner parties, aftercare, elements of revenge, horror, descriptions of violent and phantasmagorically grotesque crime scenes, sitophilia, encephalitis, threats of violence, consensual psychedelic drug use, covering up crime scenes, sleepwalking, memory loss, conflictions with reality, season 1 AU, domestic fluff, flirting, I might have daddy issues?, secret relationships, jealousy, darkfic with tooth-rotting fluff, Will Graham is a teddy bear (supposedly), if you thought things weren’t going to get fucked up I’m happy to disappoint you

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[ TAGLIST ] @y-o-u-n-g-g-o-d-s @vegasbud @angelmenace @mrsgrahamsdesign @jedinerd27 (full disclosure vegas, the slutty scene I spoiled doesn't happen for a while)

read on ao3 🤍

chapter one : STORMCLOUD EYES

chapter two : MIASMA

#hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal lecter x reader #will graham x reader #hannibal lecter x you #will graham x you #hannigram #hannibal #murder husbands #fanfiction #my fanfic #crown of piercing bone #nbc hannibal #reader insert

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dominantslasherking · 1 year

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H-hear me out:

Listening to Hannibal whisper some of the most arousing things in your ear during a party. Scenarios of you two being caught fucking or him disappearing under the table to suck you off. Once all the guest leave you bend him over the closet counter or table and immediately get to work on fucking him.

Becoming aroused by listening to Michael's breathing becomes deeper and more shaky as you palm his c*ock through his clothes. Sucking and kissing on his exposed neck as you play with his nipples too. Enjoying the fact you know your the only one he has let you do this to him.

Ik absolutely disgusting but what can I say. Your literally the perfect author for stuff like this. Literally a god-sent angel that deserves to be praised more.♥️♥️♥️

P.s hope your doing ok ♥️♥️

(imma call myself ♥️ anon if that's ok)

Hannibal Lecter with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

Also, it's not really disgusting, I've become rather numb to these types of horny requests, because what can I say, except I get them all the time. Plus I also indulge myself in writing them soooo---

Slightly stretching your limbs, you watch Hannibal interact with people, close to you, he was basically glued to your side. This really wasn't a big 'party' that Hannibal normally through, just with a few respectable guests, early wanting to taste the delicious foods your husband makes---oh only if they knew.

Your chair was right next to Hannibals, as your cold gaze fell onto him, lust drawing near, he was also so neat in clean, however, when it came to both of your sex lives, he was always messy when you were finished.

Hannibal did seem to notice, as he easily stopped the conversation he had with his guest, leaning forward to you a bit, he whispered into your ear.

"Imagine, my lips wrapped around your most appetizing cock, I'm sure the other would be utmost jealous to not receive such an untouchable treat." His thumb traced along your tensed jaw, before leaning straightly back into his seat, responding to someone's comment about his food.

The teasing, didn't seem to stop, as the side dishes were served, and Hannibal had finished putting the plates up, he looked at one of the men at the table, "Why don't you show the guests one of the most famed paintings in my collection, hm? You were all talking about it earlier." He continued a bit, as they agreed to go there for a short time, all of the guests leaving the table, as they assumed Hannibal couldn't come because he was making the main dishes.

Hannibal trotted closer to you, his husband while peppering kisses on his jaw, before slowly getting on his knees and under the table, this, of course, was a very scandalous thing of him to do, but he didn't care, his husband needs come first.

Hannibal's large hands, trace against your stiffly confined cock, rubbing against it a bit, before letting it lose. He was always amazed at the girth and length.

His wet mouth, eagerly took your cock in, bobbing down a few inches and enjoying the salty taste of your pre-cum.

The guests quickly return, dr Alana bloom, the most frequent guest you both had over, looked around, "[Name] I assume hannibal is cooking---why do you look--so stiff?" She prodded a bit, some others guests eyes falling onto you, while others were busy chatting with one another.

You gulped on your Sailva, feeling Hannibal's mouth take your cock in deeper, he was careful enough not to allow his gag reflex to make itself knows, so he slid your cock down his throat carefully, letting his tongue trace every part.

"I-Its---nothing...." A groan nearly escaped your mouth, as your cock was being completely slobbered on.

Alana, stopped chatting with you, after her words died down the chatting got louder, and it was so loud that it was able to drown out, Hannibal repeated sounds of gagging down on your cock and the wet noises his mouth was making from impaling his head down hard, on your dick.

Hannibal felt you twitch which made him stop gagging and sucking n your cock, not allowing you the pleasure of cum.

he gripped your thigh as a signal to distract them, much to your complete displeasure, Hannibal shoved your hard cock back into your pants..

A fake cough escaped from your throat, "Excuse me? I'm afraid Hannibal shall take a while, making the food, why don't we bring this discussion to the living room?" Everyone perked up at your suggestion, they were rather scared and intimated by you, as you never really bother conversing with them, hardly ever.

After everyone dragged themselves out of the dining era, Hannibal got himself out under the table and headed to the kitchen, smirking at your clenched fists.

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The guests finally left, After Hannibal had sucked your cock and refused for you to cum, he continued to relentlessly tease you, whether it was whispering the most sensual things into your ear or palming at your cock when no one was paying attention.

So here you were, having a disheveled Hannibal, bending down on his kitchen counter, bending him over, while fucking him.

Your cock was reaching every single part inside of him, you were hard and fast, and every time, your cock was completely balls deep inside him with each thrust and pound.

"Agh-!~" Hannibal slurred out as you gripped onto his hair for another area of support, your other hand on his waist.

Digging your cock into him, hard. Your pounding was ruthless as your cock hammered hard into his twitching hole. Hannibal's cock was twitching so much, as he came all over his and your chests.

This didn't stop the roughness, even when his puckering walls, squeezed you immensely, the clobbering of your force didn't stop.

Unexpectedly, you empty a large load, deep inside Hannibal Coating his fleshy walls white. It made his hole clench in pleasure, he purposely tightened his hole to suck up all your cum and made sure not to let a single drop fall.

"Let us move to the bedroom," Hannibal whispered seductively as much as he could with his emotionless-like voice when he felt your cock harden inside him again.

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hauntedandmurdered · 4 months

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C l a n n i b a l f a k e q u o t e

While Lecter mixed a few baking ingredients together, Clarice murmured en passant, "Well, Dr. Lecter. Would you like to talk about how many people you've killed since your spectacular breakout from Memphis seven years ago?"

"Are you sure this will whet your appetite?"

Good point, Clarice thought secretly, but she wasn't about to back down now.

“I’m not squeamish”, she made clear with a death stare at him, “If I were, I wouldn’t have become an agent of the FBI.”

“What a convenient coincidence that you’re not trapped in those chains of aforementioned FBI any longer, hmm? Is that why you have not attempted to hand me in yet? Dare I pressume you have accepted not being entirely repulsed by my presence?”

“One thing has not changed it seems, Dr Lecter. You still have a weakness for playing with fire, don’t you? Although I’ve got to admit I’m quite flattered by the amount of trust you put in me. Call yourself lucky I have not taken advantage of your credulity yet. We’re not old friends that have reunited, better keep that in mind.”

“Are we not?”

Dr Lecter flipped the pancakes with a skilled flick of the wrist. The dough had reached just the right light browning. Evidently the rumours spread about his excellent cooking skills were true – or maybe Starling just believed that since she herself was a dead loss in the kitchen and a master of burning food. As she watched him cooking, Starling saw him from a completely new perspective, one that was unfamiliar to her. But she realized that she was enjoying it in a way that she couldn't explain to herself. Perhaps because he seemed so relaxed and peaceful and his calmness was transmitted to her inch by inch.

“You're not entirely wrong, though, my little Starling. What our relationship is based on goes far beyond friendship. Calling the two of us ‘old friends’ would be the purest discrepancy.”

#hannibal & clarice #clannibal #clarice starling #hannibal lecter #silence of the lambs #anthony hopkins #hannibal x clarice #hannibal 2001 #dr hannibal lecter #horror classics #jodie foster #Oh them #My favourite double trouble ever

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pinkslashersimp · 2 years

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Hello again! I requested the Hannibal so who loves small spaces and I adored it so much, thank you! I have come to make another request, if that's ok! This time all your slashers with an S/O who has a caffiene addiction, more so a coffee addiction. Thanks again x

HI! very nice to see u again:) i’m happy you enjoyed what i wrote for you💗 and it’s always okay to make multiple requests! I enjoy writing very much and love to see people coming back:)

mandatory apology for taking so long): i’ve had a lot on and had no time at all to write, thank god i’m back now and have time, but again I am so sorry

i’ll sneak hannibal in here for u with the other slashers;)

TWs:

Jason Voorhees

“Why why why why why why why why why wh-“

Jason definitely gets concerned for you because of this habit

You already sleep enough, why do you need more caffeine? if your heart feels weird at times and you can’t stop moving why must you keep drinking it????

Most likely hides your caffeine stash and gets stressed out when he sees you drinking more

Michael Myers (RZ)

“Okay.”

Most likely doesn’t even notice you drinking it at first. Or ever.

Sure, Michael is observant, and he cares about you, but he doesn’t seem to take into account the amount of caffeine you are fuelling your body with.

Will definitely keep buying you a specific brand of caffeine if he notices you drinking it a lot (to show he loves u<3)

Gets annoyed on the side effects though, especially any shaking and staying awake at ungodly hours of the night.

Bubba Sawyer

Let’s be honest, it’s the 70s, and leatherface lives in rural texas with like 2-3 other people. The only caffeine you’ll have access to is glass bottles of coke from draytons truck stop or any of his hard coffee.

Which he gets very, very annoyed at you for drinking and Bubba has to step in to stop him yelling at you.

He’s angry when he’s tired

Bubba, like Michael, won’t take much notice to your caffeine addiction but will definitely become concerned if he sees you drinking copious amounts of draytons coffee or coke. Surely that can’t be healthy or good, right?

Brings you glasses of sweet tea and water at meals to make sure you don’t dehydrate yourself

Thomas Hewitt

Absolutely notices. And is absolutely confused.

Much like Bubba, Thomas lives in rural texas miles away from other people. Completely isolated.

Where the fuck are you getting this much caffeine from, if not stealing from Hoyt?

Gets a little annoyed at you thinking you are indeed stealing caffeine from Hoyt and keeps you away from the kitchen, bringing you drinks he or luda mae make instead. Like sweet teas or water

Harry Warden

“Let me get some of that.”

Harry works all day, and often all night, in a cold, dark, wet mineshaft. He’s tired, his work is exhausting, he needs all the caffeine he can get if he wants to power through at least 5 minutes of it.

Do not be surprised if you find half your stash missing with an “IOU” note.

He’ll pay for it back, obviously. So long as you share with him.

Does get annoyed at you being awake when he isn’t, though.

Tiffany Ray

“*Clinks Glass*”

Gets a little worried as to why you’re drinking so much caffeine in excessive amounts, but doesn’t pay much mind to it.

Tiffany doesn’t mind a glass cola or coffee every now and again.

Definitely encourages you to drink more water or other things, and brings you glasses of water or tea when you’re laying in bed so you don’t go completely overboard with caffeine.

Hannibal Lecter (NBC)

The most concerned.

Tries to therapise you to see exactly where this addiction comes from but backs off when you see what he’s doing

Instead he takes a gentler approach of banning caffeine at meal times and bringing you glasses of water or juice when you’re thirsty to deter you from drinking more caffeine.

If it gets too bad he locks your drinks up somewhere in the house. You may have one when you have something proper to drink.

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suiine · 11 months

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aziraphale and crowley having dinner with hannibal lecter

crowley: *supernaturally knows what/who the meat is*

crowley, trembling, wondering how he was so foolish to walk into the den of this monster destined for the darkest reaches of hell: o-oh dr. lecter that looks de-(gurk) delicious but alas I am vegan!! I'm so so sorry please don't be upset at me please, oh goodness gracious look at the time, Angel we have to go, we're late! for. a thing! we have to leave Now

aziraphale: *also knows what/who the meat is*

aziraphale: my word... crowley..! this meat..! ...i didn't know they tasted so good!!🤩 those man-eating demons have the right idea, they are delicious! oh yes please I would love another serving of Steve, thank you dr. lecter 😋

#good omens #hannibal #ineffable husbands #it's that kind of party

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cherryheartzclub · 3 months

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there's not too many ppl following BUTT I need help.deciding on a tag system

#i've already decided on a non-f/o tag sys which is emoji + intended organizational name (ie my aesthetic tag)

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circusgoth-dotcom · 1 year

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𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛

The clown that once ran @painted-piggy-ships-archive has now taken up residence here after feeling exhausted with my very first self ship blog. It served me well for almost three years (the blog itself turns 3 in February of 2023). Can you believe I only joined Tumblr in 2020?

Anywho, the name’s Gabriel/Corey/Clownie and I am mostly attracted to a vast selection of fictional villains, but my other consistent interests include the arts (particularly film and writing) and the horror genre. This blog will be a mix of self shipping content and personal ramblings. I don’t often post straight up ns//ft content but my sense of humor can be raunchy at times and the content I’m interested in often tends to be gory/violent if not also sexual in nature so viewer discretion is advised.

Current Pronouns: They/Them, He/Him, It/Its, Hye/Hymn, Honk/Honks, Clown/Clowns, Lamb/Lambs, Halo/Halos, Glow/Glows, Teeth/Teeths, 🦷/🦷s/🦷self, 🥩/🥩s/🥩self, 📼/📼s/📼self, 📺/📺s/📺self, 🏝️/🏝️s/🏝️self, ▶️/⏸️/⏏️

Other Blogs: Horror Content - @phone-in-the-attic Film Reviews/etc - @cinephile-inc Batman Content - @the-jokers-husband Harry Potter Content (For people who hate JKR and aren’t terfs/bigots/etc only, of course) - @americannslytherinn FNAF AU blog - @wheretheresaway-theresawilliam Main/Dump - @offbeat-the-clownlord 18+ Blog - Ask for link if of age and interested ;0)

DNI: Terfs, bigots (racists, homophobes, etc), Joker/Harley shippers, proshippers, generally hateful people

F/o list below the cut (Short version) | See the complete version here!

Structure: [f/o name] [source] | [relationship status or type] [marriage or engagement date if applicable] | [tag]

🔒✨ 💗 The Joker [DC Comics] | Married (12•04•21) | 🃏A Joker and His Ace🃏

💗 Wade Wilson/Deadpool [MARVEL Comics] | Married (07•12•22) | 💣Bulletproof Boys💣

🔒✨ 💗 Jack Torrance [The Shining] | Married (12•31•22) | 🪓Darling - Light of My Life🪓

🔒✨ 💗 Charles “Chucky” Lee Ray [Child’s Play franchise] | Married (03•19•20) | 🌈Foul-Mouthed Little Fucker🌈

✨ 💗 Betelgeuse [Beetlejuice] | Married (10•01•20) | 🪲Two Bugs in A Rug🪲 [🐞Two Bugs in A Rug🐞]

🔒✨ 💗 Severus Snape [Harry Potter Franchise] | Married (date n/a) | ⛅He Saw a Glow in The Darkness⛅

🔒💞 Michael Myers [Halloween franchise] | Dating | 🔪The Night He Came Home🎃

💞 Anton Chigurh [No Country For Old Men] | Dating | 🐮Sugar Bully🐮

💞 Dr. Otto Octavius [Spider-Man 2 (2004)] | Dating | 🐙6 Arms to Hold You Tight / Does That Make You an Insect???🐙

💞 The Metatron [Dogma] | Dating | 👁The Metatron🪶

🔒💝 Hannibal Lecter [NBC’s Hannibal] | Dating | 🍽️Ella et Porcus🍽️

🔒💝 Sweeney Todd [Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street] | Married (08•19•21) | 💈I Will Learn to Love Again💈

💝 Dr. Frank-n-Furter [Rocky Horror Picture Show] | Dating | 👠Material Girl👠

💝 Ashley “Ash” Joanna Williams [Evil Dead franchise] | Dating | 🍂Good. Bad. He’s The Guy With My Heart.🍂

💝 Scott Pilgrim & Ramona Flowers [Scott Pilgrim series/franchise] | Dating | ❗Multiplayer❗

💝 John Kramer [Saw franchise] | Married (08•17•23) | 🧩The Missing Pieces🧩

🔒 🏡 Pamela Voorhees [Friday the 13th] | Adoptive Mother | 🧸Mama Voorhees🧸

🔒 🏡 Jason Voorhees [Friday the 13th] | Adoptive Brother | 🧸Jason🧸

🏡 Morticia Addams [The Addams Family] | Adoptive Mother | 🥀Black Is Such a Happy Colour🥀

🏡 Gomez Addams [The Addams Family] | Adoptive Father | 🤺Either Way What Bliss🤺

🏡 Wednesday Addams [The Addams Family] | Adoptive Sister | ☠️Poison Sister☠️

🏡 Pugsley Addams [The Addams Family] | Adoptive Brother | 🧨Explosive Brother🧨

🏡 Fester Addams [The Addams Family] | Adoptive Uncle | 💡Uncle Fester💡

🏡 Addams “catch-all” tag: 🕷️*Snap Snap!*🕷️

🏡 The Sawyer Brothers [The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Pt. 1 & 2] | Cousins | 🍖Sawyer Family Shenanigans🍖

🏡 Glen & Glenda Ray/G.G. [Child’s Play franchise] | Step-kids/kid | 🎸Rebel & Rhinestone🎀

🏡 J. Jonah Jameson [Raimiverse Spider-Man] | Uncle | 🗞️

🏡 Fairy Godmother [Shrek] | Adoptive Mother | 🔮Just a MA! Away🔮

🏡 Prince Charming [Shrek] | Adoptive Brother | 👑Charming Siblings👑

🏡 Lydia Deetz [Beetlejuice] | Step-sister | ☔My Whole Life Is One Big Dark Room☔

🏡 Harry James Potter [Harry Potter Franchise] | Adoptive Son | ⚡👓

🌻 Tiffany Ray-Valentine [Child’s Play franchise] | 👰Living Dead Girl👰

🌻 Barbra & Adam Maitland [Beetlejuice] | 🌻👻 [🌻]

🌻 Peter Parker [MCU & Raimiverse] | 🕸️Spiderboy🕸️

🌻 Nellie Lovett [Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street] | 🥧Try It! (You Might Like It)🥧

🌻 Jay & Silent Bob [View Askewniverse] | 🧢The One That Talks (Jay)🧢/🧢Cute Motherfucker🧢

🌻 Dante Hicks [Clerks Trilogy/View Askewniverse] | 🏒What Are You Looking At Ya Hockey Puck (Dante)🏒

#circus honks #self shipping #self shipping community #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #pinned post #intro post

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strings0fcontrol · 8 months

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Lecter being an insufferable pain in Will's ass:

Hannibal closed his tablet with a brisk snap and promptly rose to stride towards Will. The unfortunate lamb was engrossed in a search through Lecter's books as he stealthily closed in on him.

"Will, if you would, entwine your hands in this manner," Hannibal instructed, illustrating the gesture.

Graham, taken aback, mechanically complied with the instruction, before mustering the mental foresight to inquire, "Why?" His gaze shifted to his hands, attempting to discern the purpose behind the gesture, only to just manage to raise his eyes in time to witness Hannibal's tacit response. Using one of his sizable palms, Lecter clasped those exquisite, intertwined fingers, hoisting them above Will's head and firmly pinning him against the wall. His authoritative presence eclipsed the smaller man, an imposing shadow inclining from above.

"You possess a considerable gullibility, Will," he remarked with a hint of mirth, his serene dark eyes briefly descending to trace the evolving expression on Graham's countenance. "Here you are, captured and entirely disarmed—left utterly defenseless. The question is, what shall we make of this situation?" Lecter quipped.

The profiler's lips remained silent, a slight tremor barely perceptible, but his eyes screamed.

"O-o-okay, you... you're clearly messing with me," Will protested, his attempts to grasp the bewildering emotion churning within him evident. It was a mix of fear, bewilderment, menace, and yet a strange desire for Hannibal not to cease. "Please, release me, … D-Dr. Lecter," the words rushed out of his mouth, nearly flawless, save for that tiny stumble at the very end, igniting a spark in Hannibal's eyes. He acquiesced without vocalization, his amusement nearly palpable, as his hand slowly retreated, unbroken eye contact maintained until the very last instant.

"Alright... So, forgive my curiosity, … but … could you enlighten me on what just … ha-happened?" Will blinked rapidly, his mind racing to unearth a rational explanation for this seemingly unprovoked 'assault'. His nerves were taut, his agitation palpable, and his words struggled to match the rapid pace of his thoughts.

"I've merely observed a 'pattern.' I was curious to see if it truly held," Hannibal replied, his steps already retreating to his desk, his gaze resting on Graham with a mere hint of contemplative amusement.

#hannigram #hannibal x will #hannibal lecter #murder husbands #nbc hannibal #nbc hannigram #will graham #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #bryan fuller #fanfic #hannigram fanfiction

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misterspectacular · 2 years

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These are the English lyrics to the song Hannibal was listening to in Sorbet.

I will mourn my fate (Piangerò la sorte mia)

And yet thus in one day

do I lose splendour and greatness? O cruel fate!

Caesar, my beautiful god, may be deceased;

Cornelia and Sextus have been disarmed and cannot

give me relief. O God!

There remains no hope whatsoever for my life.

I will mourn my fate,

so cruel and so hard,

As long as I'll have life in my breast.

But dead, then I will trouble from all around

the tyrant, night and day,

having become a spectre"

Here is what the singer had to say about the song in an interview:

"It’s a fantastic aria and Cleopatra is such a powerful role to embody. It’s from the Handel opera Giulio Cesare in Egitto (Julius Caesar in Egypt). This da capo aria happens in the third act. Cleopatra is imprisoned by her brother. She thinks she is beyond the help of her allies, Sesto and Cornelia, and she believes her beloved Cesare is dead. In the first part, or A section, she weeps for her fate and she believes she is about to die, so the music is slow and sad. But when we get to the second part or B section, she furiously and passionately tells how she will return as a specter and seek her revenge. It’s such a thrilling moment."

This was from the same interview:

How do you relate the aria to the plot? Why does Dr. Lecter get so moved here for the only time in the entire series?

It was so moving to see Hannibal with tears rolling down his cheeks at that moment. My interpretation is that he is enamored with all things sensual and beautiful, whether it be food or wine or art.

Normally, we see him perfectly contained, mask firmly in place, only showing people what it serves him to show. But here, when the focus of the people around him is on stage and not on him, he can let the mask fall and show his heart. It’s an interesting choice to have him show such emotion. It moves away from the idea of the psychopath, incapable of feeling, and suggests that he is capable of love. That perhaps he has feelings for Will.

#hannibal lecter #opera #cry #hannigram #will Graham #interview #Piangerò la sorte mia #i will mourn my fate

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Fated Meetings

Hannibal Series Pt.2, For @myers-meadow

Hannibal's POV:

The week was drawing to a close, another case that Detective Crawford dragged me into, had taken p far too much time. There wasn't any time to relax or decompress. And my patients hadn't been practically kind o em this week. One of them lunged at me in a state of psychosis. They'd even managed to rip my suit. It was s a shame to see them institutionalised after all my hard work, but it was for the best.

I sighed heavily, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Life had been dull recently, everything feeling too mundane for my liking. Perhaps I would try a new recipe soon. That would get my spirits up. I looked over the file in my hand, William's. Things had been going according to plan recently. The nightmares had been getting worse. He was teetering on the edge, and it did excite me. But it wasn't enough right now. I'd grow bored if he broke too quickly, he was different from all my other subjects. He was special.

My phone rang, bringing me back down to reality. Jack.

"This is Dr Lecter" I greeted.

"I've got something you might be interested in."

I sighed, the last case just ended a few hours ago. How was there possibly another murder already? At least this could be interesting.

"How so?"

"You go to the Aurora in your spare time, don't you?" Jack asked.

Where was he going with this?

"Yes, I do watch the there sometimes."

"There's been a brutal massacre, I think you're going to want to see it. Besides, one of the guards requested you join us on the case."

How odd, why would someone request me specifically? I suppose it was something to do. How bad could this massacre be, was it one killer?

"I can be there in half an hour."

"Good." Jack hung up.

Rude. I couldn't wait for the day I could get rid of him. I threw on my coat, tucking Will's file into the glove box of my car. I drove down the familiar path to my favourite theatre. The opera in town wasn't the best, but the performing arts crew was rather lovely to watch. The ballet n particular was my favourite. I remembered the last performance very well, playing it over and over again in my head. It was vivid, dark and delightedly morbid in taste.

The local college students performed a variation of The Red Shoe. Hans Christian Anderson was usually a good watch. The lead in particular caught my interest. Her leg's looked divine in the titular pointe shoes. They were strong and nimble, she was light on her feet the entire perfoamce It was memorising to watch her perform, the stage belonged to her, and only her when she was dancing. Nobody else mattered. I pondered how lovely her legs would taste, the muscle is toned to perfection, with limited fat deposits.

I saw Jack's car as I pulled up, the usual police lights and tape everywhere. William was standing by the door, not yet entering the scene of the crime. I exited my vehicle and made my way over to the two men.

"Thank you for coming." Jack greeted.

"Dr Lecter" Will greeted.

His greeting was always short and to the point, but never disrespectful.

"Beverly is already inside, she could fill you in. The guard that requested you is in the back rooms behind the stage, officers are still talking to him."

I nodded, excusing myself to go inside. Will followed after me.

"You're familiar with the building." He observed.

"Yes, I visit in my free time. I've been to the dressing rooms before."

I made my way to the stage first, greeting Beverly as she worked. It always surprised me how she could be so cheerful in the face of death. It was almost like the crime scenes never phased her.

"What do we have?" Will asked.

"It appears to be some sort of artistic expansionary take. Each ballerina was killed in a different way and displayed on the stage. The one at the centre had her eyes and heart removed post-mortum. There is a body part missing, perhaps trophies. No attempt to clean up the scene where each of them was killed, there was blood in nearly every room in the building, even outside. But there is something odd..."

Will raised a brow at her, I knew Beverly had a flare for the dramatics, she liked to have her moment. So I indulged her.

"And what would that be?"

"Not all the blood is human. The analysts tested some of it, pigs' blood. And lot's of it. They wanted this place to be messy, send a message."

Will gave a nod, excusing himself to look over the scene himself. It was always interesting t watch him try to get into the head of the killer, but I had prior reservations. I'd have to meet with the guard. I took a final glance at the stage, and I must admit, it looked like a work of art. Almost akin to something I would do. The bodies were strategically placed, and like Beverly said, the excessive amount of blood seemed to send some sort of message. I made my way back into the dressing rooms, meeting the guard.

"Hello, Damien."

"Dr Lecter, it's good to see you, wish it was on different terms."

I gave a sympathetic nod.

"Agent Crawford said your requested my presence?"

"Yes, one of the dancers was here, witnessed the killings. But we haven't been able to convince her to leave her dressing room and let the paramedics get a look at her. She won't talk to anyone else."

"Thank you," I said.

He understood my intentions and left the room. It would be easier to comfort the girl if other people weren't crowing her space. I lightly knocked on the door, I could hear her breath hitch as if she flinched.

"I'm Dr Lecter, a consultant with the FBI, is it alright if I open the door?"

I waited a few moments for a response before I heard the door click open, and a girl peeked her head out from behind the door. She quickly opened the door, before gesturing for me to enter, and closing it behind us.

"It isn't safe out there." She said, barely above a whisper.

"I assure you, the authorities aren't going to let anyone hurt you, Miss."

"You don't understand. It can't be helped. There are traps, everywhere. It isn't safe, I tried to tell them to leave, but they wouldn't listen."

"You believe the agents could be at risk?"

She nodded.

"They shouldn't move the bodies. They can't, I saw them rig something up, I don't know what it will do."

"You're bleeding, head injuries can be quite serious. If I bring the paramedics to you, will you allow them to help?"

"You don't believe me! They never do!" She said, aggravated.

"I'm not being dismissive of your fear, I will inform the other agents. But you won't make it out of here, if you continue bleeding, that could get infected. Your pupils are dilated, how hard did you hit your head?"

"I don't- I don't know. They came up behind me, everything was so blurry after that. I'm sure they thought I would die there, backstage. I don't remember much."

"We can talk when you're better. I won't let them interview you unless you're comfortable with it. You're in a lot of distress."

"But they need me to solve this. I'm sorry I can't remember much."

"It's alright, you've been through a lot. I'll be right back, just please, sit.

I pulled Beverly aside, after signalling to the paramedics that they could enter.

"The victim believes this place is rigged with some sort of trap. She says we shouldn't move the bodies."

"I noticed the strings were positioned in an odd fashion. Do you smell something off Dr Lecter?"

I had, it was one of the first things I noticed when I entered.

"Suppostium Nitrate," I said. "The killer has rigged the bodies with a homemade explosive."

Beverly pointed her pen at me.

"I'll tell jack, we should get everyone out of here to be safe. Let the bomb squad do their job."

I nodded, excusing myself. I followed Will out of the building and watched them wheel the victim to the ambulance. I gave her a small reassuring smile, before turning my attention back to Will.

"Anything familiar about the crime scene?" I backed.

"A copycat of some sort, but they aren't following the mould. Why attack an innocent group of college students? Men and women, both."

Suddenly there was a gasp in the crowd, and everyone's attention is drawn to the roof. I turned to see what all the fuss was about when I saw her. The dancer in the red shoes. She was on the roof of the building, teetering on the edge. Will furrowed his brow at the scene.

"Is she... dancing?" He asked.

And she was. On the ledge of the roof, she was performing a ballet, as if nobody was watching. Perhaps she thought nobody was. I could see the blood glistening on her skin from where I stood. It was unclear if any of it was her own. She was dancing to some nonexistent music in her head. But I knew the choreography, she was performing Swan Lake.

"Somebody get her down from there!" I heard Jack order.

It was such an odd thing to witness, it was clear she was aware of the brutal murders, and the corpses of her colleagues just below her. But she didn't seem to care. People did odd things when in distress. I sprung into action, knowing the best way to get her down, would be to talk her down. The Fire department was on its way. I noticed someone in the crowd, I'd seen her before, at the same performances I'd gone to many times. I watched as she slipped past the tape, into the building.

I quickly followed after her, not wanting to draw any attention to her odd behaviour. She made her way up to the roof. I stopped her at the edge of the stairs, grabbing her wrist. She didn't seem startled in the slightest.

"You aren't supposed to be in here."

"A friend of mine is up on that roof, there are only two ways for them to come down, I want to make sure it's the right one."

"You know them? Perhaps you could be of use then."

"That was the plan before you stopped me. I need to talk to them, they aren't acting... right. I got a call from them nearly an hour ago, they sounded distressed. Said something about the White Rabbit, and the Red Queen."

Alice in Wonderland, how odd.

"Then they've spoken to our killer." I deciphered.

"We don't have time for this. You and I both know how this performance ends, there's only so much roof before they run out of space."

I could hear the sirens louder now, as we burst through onto the roof. More people had gathered below, watching everything unfold. I could see Will looking increasingly worried, something that was unlike him. He usually held indifference in these situations.

"Frances!" She spoke.

Her voice sounded much softer now, almost angelic. It would be quite nice to get lost in. if it had been in any other context.

"What are you doing?"

But they didn't answer, they just continued dancing as if we weren't there. I could hear them humming the song clearly now, it was amazing how they could sound so light, and effortless while performing such an intense piece. Perhaps a psychotic break. Many people have been known to absentmindedly go about their day in times of intense stress as if nothing was wrong. I could see it more clearly now, despite some of the blood being dry, a lot of it was fresh. They were bleeding but from where?

The girl from before took a step forward, but the ballerina just took a step back continuing the dance as if they weren't just interrupted. I watched as they finally looked up, but their eyes met mine, instead of their friends. I couldn't quite decipher the look, a bit of fear perhaps, but there was something darker. They glanced back at the building across, before continuing on. Somebody was watching them, and they wanted me to know.

I turned my attention to her friend, whispering in her ear.

"The killer is watching, this is all a part of the plan. We shouldn't interfere, we aren't holding the cards."

"I'm not letting them get hurt."

"I won't either, but we need more information."

"Meadow." She said.

"Excuse me?"

"My name, Dr Lecter, it's Meadow. I've already got yours. Look at their neck."

She pointed out. So I did so, something about her commanding words made it hard to not act without thinking. I would do almost anything she asked if she said it like that. But as I got a closer look, there was in fact a device around her neck, disguised as a simple necklace, but I'm sure it had more sinister intentions.

“What do they want from you?” I asked. It was worth a shot to ask.

“A performance… put on a show…” they said, like it was the most obvious thing in the whole world.

I could hear a little humour in their voice. It held no fear, like they didn’t mind the situation they were out in.

“And how does it end?” Meadow asked, wearily.

“You should know my dear, the crescendo is the best part.” They smiled.

It was weird to see someone so small, someone the world would jump at the chance to hold down, acting so big. Like their life wasn’t on the line right now, like this was their average performance, and they weren’t literally hanging off the edge.

“And the Red Queen?”

This caused them to halt their dance staring at me with wide eyes. Their face scrunched together for a moment, twisted in pain. The light on their collar lit up, a shock collar perhaps. A small trickle of blood snakes down their neck. Maybe a bladed device?? But who had the remote, how could they hear our conversation.

Jack signalled at me, that he was going to send the fire brigade up, but I held out my hand to stop him. That would most likely result in getting them killed, and my day just got interesting.

“Alice has yet to meet the Red Queen, perhaps you could see the Cheshire ça-“

Their voice was cut off by a strangled cry. The stumbled back slightly, almost falling off the ledge. I took a step forward, reaching out my hand to stabilise them, and Meadow looked panicked. They met my eyes when they opened theirs, and it was almost as if they read my mind, answering the next question.

“Mask.”

They removed their hand from mine.

“What’s the game?” Meadow asked, stepping forward herself.

“Ambulance. Or Agent, or the distraction. Only one.”

They began to pace on the ledge, doing simple turns they were confident in. Who ever was watching needed them to remain up here, distracting the rest of us. I locked eyes with will once more, he seemed to be putting the pieces together despite not having access to our conversation. It was weird for the killer to have left a witness, let alone two. And to rig the bodies, wasn’t something you saw often. They had a grander plan to keep killing. Not quite a serial killer yet, but trying to make a name for themselves. It was pathetic.

“What does the White Queen say?” They asked their own question.

It was a strange one. We’re they talking to us, or the killer.

“I don’t understand.”

“The Red Queen believes their at war with the White Queen… tell me Meadow, how do you want your soldiers? The pawns are in place, will you call upon them, the knights, or your rook?”

She was involved in this, or at least the killer thought she was. There must have been a reason he chose this theatre, these people. Perhaps she didn’t know it, but Meadow must have met them before. Mean something to them in this play. This dance.

“The Rook is more valuable.” She started simply.

Another pause, the killer was certainly listening to our conversation. Punishing them for every wrong decision made by the other players.

“Then you’ve made your decision…”

“Where do we find the Cheshire cat?”

A laugh, light and airy, with a air of Condescension.

“The cat finds you, my queen.” They bowed, wavering slightly. “It seems my job here is done.”

Before I had time to fully comprehend their words, they ripped into their neck, tearing away at the device around it. I was right, their were blades. It stated to beep the second it was ripped from their skin, the held out their arms, falling backward on the building like a graceful swan. Meadow ran to the ledge, shaking in fear. But they seemed to have everything calculated out, they landed safely in the net the firefighters had set up. They sent us a quick wink before finally passing out from blood loss.

A moments later, I felt the building shake, I grabbed Meadow, pulling her away from the ledge to safety. From where we stood we could see the victim in the ambulance, she had begun panicking, trying to get away from the paramedics. In a matter of seconds, he head was reduced to noting, exploding into a mess of viscera and brain matter. Which meant one thing, Alice, “The Rook”… Frances wouldn’t succumb to their injuries. It was not the killers design.

And so the dominos fell, the cards all falling into place. Jack Crawford was going to be a pain in the ass about this. Meadow was fairly innocent in this whole deal, I was certain of it. Somebody who looked like her, had no place in crimes like these. She was an unhealthy obsession, wrapped up in something she was never meant to see. And Frances, Jack would surly condemn them. They were still an accomplice in these deaths, coerced or brainwashed as they may be. That had to be it, people like them didn’t just succumb to the darkness that easily. They’re were too light, too pure. I’d watched them perform for months. When it came to the stage, they were a perfectionist. Nothing happened that they didn’t allow to happen.

But they claim to not know the killer. Yet we’re so still easily manipulated into helping deliver their message. Somebody like that could be useful to me. So easily fooled, dumb enough to trust the words of a killer, claiming to spare their life for another. And all at the word of someone who claims to be their friend, but they don’t interact as such. Their speech is forced, awkward, like when will attempts to socialise at one of the BAU parties. How these two very different individuals came to be of acquaintance was beyond me. But I wanted to get to know, I need to know.

The White Queen, and poor little Alice. To find the Cat, Capture the Red Queen and Slay the Jabberwocky. That was the objective. A puzzle worthy of my intellect, I might actually have fun with this one.

Meadow’s POV:

Dr Lecter held me close to him still, the explosion had calmed, not being strong enough to bring the building to rebel. I must say, I didn’t mind being in his strong arms. But now wasn’t the time for thoughts like that. When did I become a part of this? Because I began to care for them? Or was it me who dragged them into this? Whoever was sadistic enough to make me choose, knew what my answer would be. They’d blame me for these deaths in their sick mind, but the choice was never really real. If I’d chosen to kill their “Alice” I’d become the villain. And that’s not very selfless queen of me.

“The cat.” I mumbled under my breath.

It seemed to have gotten the doctors attention, knocking him out of his own day dream.

“My apologises.” He said, realising our compromising position and letting me go.

My body ached at the sudden lack of his warmth. It was oddly comforting in a moment like this.

“I have to go, they’ll be taking Frances to the hospital soon. Will you tell them about what you heard?” I asked.

He seemed to think it over for a second.

“I’m afraid I have to. But I’ll be sure to put my word in, you knew nothing about what was going to happen here tonight. That is my professional analysis.”

"This isn't my fault." I was quick to explain.

"The ambulance will be leaving soon."

I looked up at him, searching for any signs that I shouldn't trust him. I mean he was a doctor, a psychiatrist, he couldn't be all that bad. Besides, any man who still had an appreciation for the inner things in life was a good man in my book. The way he dressed, his love for the opera and classic performing arts, and the way he talked. Everything about him screamed gentlemen. But I wasn't naive, there was something lurking under the surface, and I was desperate to rip it from him. But now wasn't the time to test the dear Doctor, not when Frances needed me.

We'd only met a few months ago when I had a backstage pass to one of their performances. We talked nearly the whole time they took off their makeup and redid their hair to look like a normal civilian again. They were so adorable with their rambling, talking about every performance they loved, or ever dreamed of being in. I was surprised to discover they had a love for musical theatre as well. They even invited me out to coffee the next morning, writing the number in red lipstick on my arm. I must admit, the gesture made me blush a little. It was like something out of one of those shitty teen films.

But that's just what they reminded me of. They had the personality of a rowdy teenage boy whose never been told no but somehow wrapped behind the facade of a gentle and curious bookworm with a passion for science. It was an interesting combo to say the least. And vastly different from their onstage person. Up there it was like they were in another world, and nothing and no one could bring them back down to earth. I was positive that theatre would catch fire, and they wouldn't even notice. Which I suppose tonight proved that theory, they were reckless. Something I'd surely have to remedy before it actually gets them killed.

I rushed my way down the flights of stairs, practically hurling myself over the balcony. It was fine, I knew how to land something like that. My past of running away from the cops as a teen came in handy every once in a while. It was important to be quick on your feet and never hesitate. The second you pull make, someone gets hurt. I made it out to the ambulance before they shut the doors.

"You can't be in here Ma'am"

I was growing tired of hearing those words today.

"I'm her sister." I lied.

Families didn't always look alike, and if they tried to disprove me based on race alone, I could always pull the race card. Something Frances would have done if they were conscious right now. They always thought it was hilarious. I hated misgendering them, even if they weren't awake to hear it. Though I suppose I technically wasn't, they told me once, late at night, that they didn't mind any pronouns, they were all equally wrong.

The paramedic nodded at me and signalled for his partner to start driving. I gently grabbed their hand, something I would usually ask permission for if they were awake. But this was more for my sake than theirs right now. They hated unexpected touch, sad it made their sin crawl and their brain feel fuzzy. Not something I'm quite sure I understood, but something I would respect nonetheless. They seemed to know Dr Lecter, I thought back to the interaction, they weren't so quick to talk to strangers.

Perhaps they had crossed paths before, I mean he is always at their place of work. If they were Alice, and I was the White Queen, what was Dr Lecter? There had to be a reason it was him of all people up on that roof. He wasn't an authority figure, medical professionals didn't usually join in directly in situations like that. But it appeared he got special privileges, interesting. The Chesire Cat... I racked my brain for none I could think of when it hit me. A certain red-headed journalist. One who seemed to have nine lives. Freddie Lounds.

But something wasn't making sense. How could Frances be both Alice and a rook? Alice is the fated hero, not the distraction. Not someone meant to sacrifice themselves so someone else can take their place. That role was assigned to The White Rabbit. A personality that didn't suit them. They weren't the primary distraction for the police tonight so then who were they distracting them from? I chuckled slightly under my breath, look at me, being a detective. I was just a librarian, with a background in the medical field, before I dropped out of college and moved here. Who was I to be playing Sherlock Holmes? Perhaps that role should be left to Dr Lecter and his merry band of FBI agents.

My efforts were best spent here. I would figure out how to make this sick bastard pay later, this entire situation was humiliating. How could someone I've never even met, be this obsessed with me? I thought I did a decent enough job at scaring away most people, keeping them at an arm's length. I rubbed my thumb back and forth on Frances's hand, as a sort of stim. It helped reel in my racing thoughts. As we got closer to the hospital, a beeping sound caught my attention.

"What's happening?" I asked.

The paramedic gently moved me out of the way.

"She's flatlining, she's lost too much blood."

They weren't allowed to die, not now. I'm not even sure what this psychopath would do if he lost his primary protagonist. Casting peo[le as if they were roles in this sick play of theirs. I watched as he attempted to start CPR, but it didn't seem to be working. Their lips were darkening, a telltale sign of lack of oxygen, something people often missed in people with darker skin tones. Something was blocking off oxygen to their brain. He reached for the paddles, but I stuck out my hand to stop him. I vaguely remembered them mentioning they had a heart condition, shock paddles might revive them, but it would just do more damage.

"Hang on. get me an empty needle." I instructed.

He looked at me confused for a second but did as I asked when I didn't budge. I laid my head against their chest, trying to listen for anything out of the ordinary. Their heart was still technically beating, but it was so faint, it was almost nonexistent. Then I heard it, the tone difference in where their heart attempted to pump blood. An arterial air embolism. The paramedic handed me the capped needle and ripped it off with my teeth, tearing open their shirt further, I felt around for a moment before plunging the needle into their chest, I drew back the syringe until the back came off with a pop.

I heard them take a deep breath, and saw their chests rise and fall again. The monitor stopped beeping.

"How did you know how to do that?" The paramedic asked, bewildered.

"I told you, she's my sister." I lied smoothly. "I know her medical conditions, which you didn't even check to see if you could get by the way. You could have killed her."

Perhaps it was harsh, but I was being honest. I'd have to get them to carry around something that listed all their conditions for emergencies like this. At least the guy looked guilty. Frances didn't have anyone, they lived alone, with no friends, just their job and school. They had no one to look after them, other than me. Nor a responsibility I ever sought out, but it wasn't a development I was terribly disappointed in. They deserved someone to show their kindness and care when it seemed like they wouldn't even afford that effort to themselves. They truly thought I was going to pick one of those other people over them, that I was just going to let them die like they didn't matter. For what, the greater good? Screw the greater good!

I mentally prepared myself for all the questions and investigations that were sure to follow. I'd either be seen as a suspect or put into witness protection. I didn't really like the idea of either. Of course, I'd have to defend Frances from the vultures when they woke. Agents would surely assume they were an accomplice, they didn't see the torture device strapped to their neck. And people like Freddie would want to hear the story. But I'd keep everyone away if I had to. It seems I'll be seeing a lot more of Dr Lecter from now on.

An: Lol, if Hannibal can hear someone use a different pronoun for a person once and change it, so can you. I thought it would be fun to write the backstory of how we all met. Gotta make it dramatic, is it really Hannibal if someone isn’t being outlandish with their murder plans?

#hannibal #hannibal imagine #hannibal x reader #bestie meadow #meadow <3 #the ballet #slasher #slasher x reader #nbc hannibal

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dbmars · 1 year

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Dr. Hannibal Lecter -- Alpha, secret cannibal, and esteemed psychiatrist -- is known for his keen olfactory sense. Jack Crawford asks him to get a scent from the murder weapon that killed Francis Dolarhyde, aka the Great Red Dragon.

To Hannibal's surprise, the scent is Omegan. And the most delicious he's ever smelled. Now he's on a quest to find the killer of killers known only as the Vindicator.

This chaptered fic completes one row of DB Mars' 2023 Hannibal Bingo card!

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pissf----t · 6 months

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header id: a painting of a figure in full latex bodysuit, kneeling in the water at a beach. they are looking at the ground.

avatar id: a skull, drawn in halftones on a dark background. end id

polyficto -> pissf----t

Hallo, everyone! I've decided to do F/O-vember this year! Feel free to send in asks directed to any of the following characters and I'll write for them :-)

*Note that this will only include characters I know I can write for, want to write for, and have named self inserts for at the moment. The list may change as the month progresses!

Gordon Freeman from Half-Life, he/him, S/I is named Dr. Jeremy Krueger & uses any pronouns

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal/The Silence of the Lambs, he/him, S/I is named Jacobs & uses she/her

Harry du Bois from Disco Elysium, he/him, S/I is named Maxime (Max) & uses it/its

Jame "Buffalo Bill" Gumb from The Silence of the Lambs, she/her, S/I is named Sweetpea & uses it/he

Karin Sauer from Fear and Hunger 2: Termina, she/her, S/I is named Joan & uses ze/zir

Mettaton from Undertale, he/him, S/I is named Cat Burglar & uses she/her

Michael (The Distortion) from The Magnus Archives, any pronouns, S/I is named Jack (The Everyman) & uses any pronouns

Miss Pauling from Team Fortress 2, she/her, S/I is named The Janitor & uses he/him

Moira O'Deorain from Overwatch, she/her, S/I is named Berserker (B) & uses it/any

Noho Hank from Barry, he/him, S/I is named Phillip & uses she/he

Nosramus from Fear & Hunger, she/he, S/I is named Caged/The Caged One & uses no pronouns

Philip of Gwynedd from The Pillars of the Earth, he/him, S/I is named Jeremiah & uses he/him

Salvatore Moreau from Resident Evil Village, he/him, S/I is named Constantine (Constance) Moreau (they're married) & uses she/her

Spider Jerusalem from Transmetropolitan, he/him, S/I is named Thursday J. Marx & uses any pronouns

Victor Zsasz from DC Comics, he/him, S/I is named Basilisk & uses it/its

Vincent Sinclair from House of Wax, he/him, S/I is named JJ & uses they/she

William Murderface from Metalocalypse, he/him, S/I is named Kitty Kitty Katzen & uses she/her

#sorry for no roadhog my self insert is being reworked 😭#f/ovember

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dominantslasherking · 2 years

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Heyy! Hope you doing good. Okey what about a reader with Hannibal Lecter who is his patient who have anger issues, and Hannibal is helping him building some patience with cockwarming.

(sorry if is confusing but is kinda difficult to put the thought into words with english not being my first lenguage)

Hannibal Lecter with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Throwing your head back, you let out a huff of anger, as you waited for your physicist to be done with his current client so he then could move on to you. Sure you were early, but you couldn't help it, if you didn't come here you were probably going to burst out in anger, and tear apart your house.

Your nails slowly began to scratch against the waiting chair, evidently making marks.

You watched with relief as the short man came out, finally done with his session. You have been seeing Dr. Lecter for a while now, maybe about a month? To be honest, it was the best process you had gotten so far with a psychiatrist.

"Dr. Lecter." Your voice echoed out, as he was quick and formal with greeting you. "Hello, Mr. L/n, please come in." Hannibal offered his hand for you to take, taking it quickly, as he guided you inside, Your gaze stuck on him.

Sitting down you leaned into the chair, uncomfortably squirming as Hannibal stared you down. "Your impatience turned to anger really fast, didn't it? While you were waiting." Hannibal spoke, as you simply nodded not surprised at how he read you so well.

You let a sigh escape your mouth while speaking, "Well, many things urk me and make me angry, it's just too hard not to lash out or anything." You lulled out, your sharp gaze landing on Hannibal.

"I see, amongst these things, is waiting, the most aggravating?" Hannibal smirked already knowing the answer but it was confirmed as you bobbed your head up and down.

Hannibal's gaze drifted off you for a second, as he gave a gentle smile and spoke, "I have the perfect solution,"

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A hot and deep breath of air left your mouth, your hands placed on Hannibal's waist, as you gulped down on your saliva, trying not to thrust harshly.

Your hard cock laid firmly still inside Hannibal's tight and puckered hole. Hannibal sat on top of you neatly resting on your lap, as he had a book in his hand.

"I just--" Your hands squeezed Hannibal's waist, not enough to injure or harm him however you were running rather thin with patience. You wanted to prod your cock deep inside his warm, and tight hole so bad.

Hannibal slightly moved his body, to get more comfortable as a groan passed your lips, as you eagerly thrust with slight anger at him not moving. As you were about to thrust once again, Hannibal firmly put pressure on your thighs and lower body, for you to not thrust.

"It's, rather rude to dig inside me without my permission after all I am just trying to help you." Hannibal's stern voice coldly rang into your ears, as his head was lifted up from his book, as he spoke.

"Mm~Sorryyymmm~" Your voice slurred out, as you tried to relax your body, however, your hard cock did not go down even for a second, as Hannibal's wall squeezed your cock harshly. It seemed he purposely tightened his hole, to get you even more riled to see if you would thrust.

"Focus on your breathing, when you get angry like this, try to clear your mind." Hannibal slowly spoke out to you, noticing how harshly you were breathing from the anger of not being able to wait.

You started to intently listen to your breath, trying to clear your mind, however, it was not easy because Hannibal constantly tightening his puckering hole.

The next few minutes, of you doing this repeatedly, Hannibal finally gave you permission to thrust every few minutes, but you had to be gentle or he would up the time of how long you needed to wait until you could thrust.

realizing how much the thrusts were just making you sexually frustrated, you finally caved in, and just let Hannibal sit on your cock, without you complaining or eagerly wanting to thrust inside him.