#but now I'm imagining will doing this to hannibal and I'm so upset there wasn't a scene like that in the show

[charliedawn]

How would the slasher and Hannibal family react to their spouse who is usually very sweet and happy coming home angry and asking them if it's okay to rip someone's head off.

Morgan : "Rope, knife, gun..."

He would make the inventory of all the weapons at your disposal and watch from afar as you let your anger take over you on some pillows—imagining it was your problem.

Morgan is the type to internalize his anger and just give everyone the cold shoulder when he's upset.

But, seeing you drop the act and just go full-on murder spree thinking amuses him greatly and would also spur him on as to help you go over the edge of sanity.

Whether you go through your plan or not however, he would respect it and give you the comfort you need.

But, you need to understand that Morgan wasn't comforted often as a child, so he would probably not even notice when his comfort shifts into...something else.

Morgan *hums to your sleeping firm while playing with your hair* : "Don't worry darling...I'll make it all better." *picks out a knife and smirks before leaving*

The next day on national news :

A body has been discovered near the lake of (l/n)..After a few hours, we have finally been able to identify the victim as being (h/n)...

You looked back at Morgan who looked back at you unashamedly—with a peaceful expression on his face. They would never find him. He was too clever to get caught anyway..

Hannibal Sr. : "Tell me everything."

Oh. Very dangerous words coming from Hannibal Sr.

Hannibal Sr. would listen to you with keen attention and whether the problem is concerning a thing or a person, they'd probably disappear.

*soon after you told him*

Hannibal Sr. returned covered in blood that night and when you saw him change, your breath hitched.

"...W...What happened ?"

He stopped moving before offering you a small reassuring smile. You knew that smile, and it made you realize just how far he was willing to go for you.

And the simple thought brought tears to your eyes.

You had unleashed a monster...And you didn't know whether those tears were of joy or of fear. Maybe both ?

His eyes softened as he saw you cry and he slowly made his way to you to hold you close.

Hannibal Sr. *kisses your forehead* : "It's okay. Ssh...I'm alright. We're alright. They won't upset you ever again."

Peter : "Bad day ?" *opens his arms to hug you*

Peter knew before you had even passed the threshold and offered you to do everything fun to make you forget about your worries.

He played boardgames with you, cuddled with you, cooked for you and waited until you were asleep before his facade suddenly shattered and his smile dropped.

He got out of the bed and didn't tell you where he was going, but when you woke up, the axe was gone.

He burned his clothes that night. He wouldn't wear clothes that your tears had soiled. Tears that hadn't been caused by him.

You got out of the house and watched as ashes of your former problem raised in the air and seemed to only realize now the mistake you had committed.

"...I...I didn't mean...", you tried to explain, but Peter only chuckled as he knew exactly what you were about to say.

"I know what you meant, sunshine. And I wasn't going to do anything at first. But...*he turned towards you* Your tears are for me and only me, sunshine.", he whispered in the darkness and your eyes widened at his words.

"Peter...Would you hurt me ?", you asked after a moment. Peter stilled in his movements and glanced back at you with a chilling smile.

"No...Of course not. I love you. You know that, sunshine."

That smile didn't make his words feel any more genuine and the insane glimpse in the his eyes made you understand that you couldn't be sure, you were never going to be sure.

"I don't mind talking, love."

Hannibal Jr. did offer you assistance and even though he was off duty, he still listened and even comforted you.

Hannibal Jr. however wouldn't kill your problem as easily as the others, because he actually thinks about the consequences.

He's basically a single man taking care of three young adults who didn't have a good upbringing and he knows that if he was to disappear, those three young men would end up alone.

So, he would bid his time and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. He wouldn't necessarily kill the person who upset you, but he would make damn sure it never happens again.

You *eyes widened in surprise* : "I got a text from my boss. He said he's moving to another city and apologized for his lack of manners...Weird."

You then looked up suspiciously at Hannibal Jr. who pretended to be too busy with preparing dinner to actually hear you. But, you weren't fooled.

You *eyeing him up and down suspiciously* : "...You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you ?"

Hannibal Jr. hid his smile from you while wiping his hands in a piece of cloth and returning his attention on you.

Hannibal Jr : "Me ? Of course not, love. I was here all morning."

...A lie. Lie that wouldn't be discussed because you know that what is done is done. But, you did frown slightly before sighing in defeat.

"Fine...Keep your secrets. It's not like we're married or anything.."

He stilled in his movements to stare at you in surprise at you.

"Did I...offend you ?"

You sighed again before looking up at him.

"...I just don't understand why you would do all this behind my back. I'm here. I just..I just don't like it when you don't share your thoughts and plans with me, that's all.."

His bewildered look was quickly tamed and he smiled instead.

"Of course, dear. My apologies. No more secrets. I promise."

You didn't noticed when he crossed his fingers behind his back.

Sorry, love...Can't let you in too deep, or else you'll drown.

"Hot."

That's it. That's the only thought that went through his brain at that moment.

He had never ever seen you so angry and it was almost entrancing.

You had always been sweet and proper, but that new side of you just opened Kevin to a whole new list of possibilities.

You suddenly stopped to look at him when he grabbed your hand and shuddered as he was staring at you with attention.

"...Do you want me to do something about that problem of yours, princess ?"

Now, solution number 1: he helps you kill whoever has upset you and gets to see you truly unhinged.

Solution number 2: he helps you get your mind off the problem by...various means.

Fighting being amongst them. Seeing you all riled up just makes him want to tease you even more. He can't help it.

Kevin *smirks* : "You know..Keep looking like that and I'll give you another good reason to scream.."

You *frustrated* : "Don't. Just don't. I'm mad."

Kevin *laughs* : "That's the whole point."

Kevin finds emotions a big turn-on. He's basically attracted to people who let go of their restrains and just scream, cry laugh excessively...In a word, he's attracted to madness.

So, he would let you scream at him and once you've calmed down, he would then ask about what happened.

And whether or not you're still interested in having your revenge, he would help you.

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[bi-bard]

Sleeping At Last Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with the Murder Husbands - Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter Imagine [NBC's Hannibal]

Title: Sleeping At Last Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with the Murder Husbands

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter X Reader X Will Graham

Word Count: 1,411 words

Warning(s): mention of illness/hospitalization

Author's Note: This was originally going to be a "Midnights Special" so I could have an excuse to write yet another piece of Taylor Swift inspired Hannibal fanfiction.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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North

With each year, our color fades. Slowly, our paint chips away. But we will find the strength And the nerve it takes To repaint and repaint and repaint every day.

I had heard stories about people walking into a house and knowing that it was going to be the place where they were going to live forever.

I always thought that it was an exaggeration or a way to cope with buyer's remorse.

But now, as I stepped through the door of my new home with Will and Hannibal, I completely understood the sentiment.

"Wow," I muttered as I looked around. Will was doing the same thing as me.

Hannibal wasn't as stunned. He had seen the place before. He was the one that chose it. He had this planned long before Will and I confronted the possibility of this path being needed.

"I hope you both enjoy it," Hannibal said. "I understand that it can be overwhelming."

"It's gorgeous," I replied.

"I wanted to ensure that we all had our own space to be comfortable in," he explained. "And that there was enough space in the yard. If we were to pick up any strays."

I saw Will's eyes turn to Hannibal before he grinned to himself and looked down. I smiled back.

We spent our first day getting settled. Clothes were placed in their section of the closet. Cabinets were arranged to our liking.

That night, after our time of organizing and cleaning, we sat out on the back patio. It was peaceful. We could look out at the distance and not spot another person or place.

"I know it's only been a day," I said, "but I already love it here."

Will and Hannibal both smiled, each nodding in agreement.

"How long do you think we'll get here," Will asked, looking to Hannibal.

"In an ideal world, I would suggest forever," Hannibal replied. "If you are both okay with that."

"I would love nothing more," I smiled.

I looked over at Will, who looked down and smiled more to himself than anything.

I believed that forever was meant for us.

I'll Keep You Safe

I’ll keep you safe Try hard to concentrate Hold out your hand Can you feel the weight of it The whole world at your fingertips Don’t be, don’t be afraid

I never like hospitals.

While I understood their benefit and their purpose, there was nothing that could shake the unease that would fill my chest at the mere idea of walking through the door.

When Will was taken into the hospital, my mind went into high alert. I imagined every scenario that could possibly go wrong.

Hannibal tried to calm me down, but it was Will. Panicking about him almost felt natural.

Hannibal walked out to the waiting room a while after Will had been brought in. I stood up immediately, walking over to him.

"What's wrong," I asked.

"Will has advanced encephalitis," Hannibal explained.

"Is he going to be okay?"

"It's early," he continued. "However, they have him on a treatment and are keeping him in a medically induced coma."

I nodded. "Can we both go see him?"

"Yes."

I followed Hannibal down the hall until we both stopped outside of one of the rooms. I bit my lip as I walked into the room. The view of Will in the hospital made me feel sick to my stomach.

"Are you feeling okay," Hannibal asked.

"I just... I don't like seeing him like that."

"Seeing anyone we love in a condition such as this would make anyone upset," he replied. "I'll be right back. I promise."

"Hannibal," I called as he made it to the door. "Thank you."

"I'm afraid that I don't know what you're thanking me for."

"For doing the right thing," I turned to look at him over my shoulder. "Getting Will a second opinion. I can only imagine what could have happened if we blindly listened to Dr. Sutcliffe."

"A truly frightening thought."

We shared a look. One that said that I knew his original plan. And he knew that I knew his original plan. I offered a small grin a sign of forgiveness.

He nodded his head at me before walking out.

I spent what felt like an eternity waiting in an uncomfortable hospital chair. I held onto one of Will's hands, running my thumb over the knuckles.

I remember the moment Will woke up distinctly.

I was still in that terrible chair. Hannibal stood next to me. He had placed one hand on my shoulder as he kissed my head. I had grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss to it.

Someone had come in earlier to tell us that all we could do now was wait for him to wake up. That he should have made a substantial recovery. I didn't speak up at the time. I just watched Will breathe.

And then, I saw Will's eyes flickering open.

"Hey," I said softly, moving from the chair to the edge of the bed. I grabbed his hand. He blinked a few times before looking over at me. "There he is."

"Hi," he muttered, clearly a bit out of it.

Hannibal walked around to the other side of the bed. He touched his hand to Will's forehead, grinning a bit.

"Am I okay now," Will asked.

"We hope so," Hannibal replied. Will looked at me as I pressed a kiss to his hand.

There was a long pause before Will managed to ask the question that had clearly been on his mind, "And if I'm not?"

"Then, we'll be here," I promised.

Hannibal adjusted some of Will's hair. "(Y/n)'s right. We will ground you to reality if you feel like you cannot trust it."

Will's hand tightened around mine.

"It'll be okay," I added. "You're going to be okay."

There was a silent understanding.

Hannibal and I were going to make sure that my promise was true. No matter what the required of us.

Turning Page

I've waited a hundred years But I'd wait a million more for you Nothing prepared me for What the privilege of being yours would do

I adored Alana Bloom.

She was one of the kindest and most brilliant people that I had ever met.

It had become somewhat of a tradition for us to meet up for coffee every now and then. It was the only place where we could talk without any pressure of our respective lives. Which seemed to constantly involve a serial killer of some form.

"I have a question," she said one day.

"I might have an answer," I replied.

"I don't know how to ask this without sounding like an ass, but," she trailed off for a second, "how did you, Will, and Hannibal happen?"

"Like how did we meet?"

"Kind of."

"Oh," I mumbled. "You want to know how we got together, right? How we stumbled into what we are now?"

She nodded. "I've known you all for a while. I just don't think I ever heard the story."

"It's not all that different from any other relationship," I shrugged. "I met Hannibal first. He invited me over for dinner a few times and then, he kissed me one night before I left. We both met Will around the same time. I caught on to some things Hannibal was saying. A long discussion later, we decided to talk to Will. We... tested sounds so scientific, but it might be the best word... We tested how it would work between us. And now, we're here."

Alana grinned at me. "And you're all happy?"

"I think so," I nodded. "I... I'm not saying that it's perfect for everyone. However, I don't think I've felt as complete as I feel with Will and Hannibal. It... It feels like it was inevitable. It would've happened no matter what path we took to get there."

I caught this look on Alana's face.

"What," I asked.

"Nothing," she muttered. "That was just really cute."

I scoffed. "Oh, shut up."

"Hey," she reached out and touched my hand. "I'm happy for you. All of you."

"Thanks," I placed my other hand over hers.

I was still thinking about how lucky I had gotten with Hannibal and Will. It felt like I had waited forever for this feeling. I had never felt so at home.

And I would spend the rest of my life being thankful that I got to experience it.

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supernatural s14e8 byzantium (w. meredith glynn)

totally forgot about that alicia witt episode. is someone gonna burn up some soul for jack?

JACK Can you tell him… it's okay SAM Tell him yourself. He'll be back in a minute.

see i think i don't have a lot of lingering trauma from my dad dying when i was 16 from cancer, but like. they say this and all i can think about is my mom making me tell my dad, in his last days, unconscious in a hospital bed in our house, that it's okay. so, imagine that, but a hundred fold for all these memories associated with that. and then going through it again with my mom, so a new batch to add on to the existing set that still fucks me up. not many things poke at it, but when they do...

DEAN I can't. It's not right, Cas, you know? It's just-- It's not-- CAS What? It's not fair? I know that. But he needs you.

suck it up, fuckhead. okay i don't know if that's actually in character for him but i gotta believe he would understand that and not walk out. certainly not if he thought he was that close to dying. whatever, more opportunity for angst over not even being there when he passed. hospice gave us a list of signs that someone is gonna die soon. doesn't account for rapid decline due to loss of archangel grace though i imagine

(while i look for the post [13x17 apparently] where i talked about some music reminding me of bloodfest by brian reitzell and whether it was the same just now, reminded as they stand in this hallway, where are all the fucking apocalypse world people)

spn 14x08 / hannibal 3x6 / spn 13x17

didn't come to any great conclusion. similar technique. nothing nearly as interesting or pretty as brian reitzell's, but it's not a fair comparison. both the spn episodes the music was christopher lennertz, this episode it was with philip white as well.

and fuck whoever made the decision to cut from the big emotional moment of dean coming into jack's room after he has died with basically a jumpscare to the title card with the flapping wings.

and then basically a jumpscare to thinking sam is leaving to go do something monumentally stupid.

come on, not even a hug? group hug? something? if you're going to put me through this, at least throw me a fucking bone

not sure i can do this. small break because a montage of them having a mini wake basically, drinking, reminiscing set to licensed music. done having my buttons pushed.

well. that's one way to disconnect me from feelings, jack in heaven with..... the empty cg goo flooding in

spn 14x08 as lily sunder / alien (1979) veronica cartwright as lambert

hey, now that's a recognizable voice

DEAN We're talking about that kid's soul. SAM Not all of it. DEAN Oh, okay, then. Tell me you're not cool with this. CAS Don't you think Jack should decide for himself?

using jack's own soul to sustain the magic for his body, didn't see that one coming. and yet another spin on the merry go round of bodily autonomy arguments. if heaven wasn't busted, i imagine he'd want to stay. which might be more interesting. and visiting kelly, buh. thought i was done crying this episode.

the empty shadow guy crashed heaven just to get jack? hokay

SAM Lily, I-- I know you're upset, but you can still do the spell. LILY That wasn't the deal. I've got to go. SAM We have nothing to offer you, noth-- nothing to say, but… He's our kid! LILY I'm sorry. DEAN You know what I think? Burning all that soul? You're not even human anymore, not really. SAM Dean-- DEAN Otherwise, how could you ever, ever let anyone go through what you went through? The pain of losing a kid? Don't do this to us.

continue to be surprised whenever they textually acknowledge jack as their kid. it's a good thing, and dare i say a smidge subversive with their non-traditional family structure. it's nice.

and for this ridiculous anubis thing, maybe her helping them can tip the scales more in heaven's favor.

COSMIC ENTITY Castiel, you know how this goes-- the good souls here, the bad souls there. The angels are mine. CAS Enough. COSMIC ENTITY Stop interrupting! Start paying attention. I'm taking him. And where I'm taking you is worse than Hell… because at least Hell is something. Ohh. Ohh, God, they look scared. Does that hurt you? Good… because I want it to.

the manic bitchy weird thing they're doing with the empty thing is ... weird.

COSMIC ENTITY: Deal. Oh, but not now. No, no, no, no, no. No, you see, I-I meant what I said. I-I want you to suffer. I want you to go back to-- to your normal life and-- and then forget about this and forget about me. And-- And then, when you finally give yourself permission to be happy and let the sun shine on your face, that's when I'll come. That's when I'll come to drag you to nothing.

huh. ok.

JACK Why? Why did you do that? CAS Because I made a promise. Because I love you, Jack. And Sam and Dean-- they love you. And they are fighting for you at this very minute. I hope that… They don't need to know what happened here. What I did-- I'm-- I'm-- I'm at peace with my choice. I don't want them to worry. JACK I won't tell them. I promise.

so he gets to sacrifice himself and sam and dean don't get to know about it so they don't have the chance to fix it. ok

and as i expected, lily got her happy ending in death too. sacrifice and family reunions all around

lol naomi giving out michael's location, ok sure. cas oh so smoothly bypassing questions about why she'd give them that :p

DEAN And we know where Michael is. Not quite sure how you pulled that one off. CAS Well, we, uh-- we still don't know where Dark Kaia is or the spear.

laughed because even he made it sound like what he was saying was goofy. anyway. i think i'm finally warming up a little more to cas. making him vaguely consistent in characterization and not making horrible decisions all the time apparently helps. and just plain being around and participating in things

hopefully we're done pushing my real life terminal illness buttons because it's exhausting and miserable.

hope dean leaves mary another voicemail giving her an update that in fact jack is not dead anymore

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