#margot verger x reader

[ave09]

HI

have INSPO TO WRITE FINALLY!!

if anyone has any “x reader” requests they’d like to see for;

hannibal lector

will graham

margot verger (already have one written and can’t wait to post)

alana bloom

freddie lounds

please please please drop them to my ask box. bored outta my mind and wanna write cute or angsty stories about my babies

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[bi-bard]

First Kiss (Pt. 2) - Hannibal Preference (NBC's Hannibal)

Title: First Kiss

Characters: Alana Bloom, Margot Verger, Frederick Chilton, Beverly Katz, Abigail Hobbs, Bedelia Du Maurier

Word Count: 1,894 words

Warning(s): (Alana's) very subtle hint to sex, mentions of attack (and Hannibal), (Margot's) mentions of Mason Verger, (Abigail's) mentions of bad parenting, (Frederick's) none, (Beverly's) none, (Bedelia's) none

Author's Note: Here's a Hannibal preference for more than just the murder husbands. If there's a character that I missed that you want me to write about, then let me know and I'll see if there's enough to make a third part (I kinda just put my favorites here).

If you wanna read the part involving the murder husbands, click here!

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Alana Bloom:

It was the first time I had seen Alana since her run-in with Hannibal.

The hospital had been hesitant about letting in visitors, so when she called me to join her for drinks, I was ecstatic.

She had a cane now but there was something else that seemed different. There was a clear shift in her behavior.

She leaned on her cane with a drink in her free hand. I leaned against the wall, almost studying her.

"You're looking at me like I'm a wounded animal," she pointed out.

"I'm sorry," I said immediately, looking down at my drink.

"It's okay," she replied. "I just want you to see that I'm okay."

"I see that," I promised. "It's just... I'm just worried, Alana. It's my nature."

She nodded, "The worst part of all this is the wasted time."

"Alana, you didn't-"

"I should've left Hannibal's house with you that night," she cut me off. "Would've saved me from that relationship, the fight, the physical therapy I had to go through."

I had offered her a ride home from Hannibal's dinner party. She must've seen that as her turning point.

"I could've been happy," she added. "With you."

I took a deep breath at the thought, "We... We still could... be happy together, I mean."

"After everything that's happened?"

"As long as I'm with you, I don't really care," I shrugged.

I walked over to her slowly. I leaned in and kissed her slowly. My free hand cupped the side of her face as she kissed me back.

Standing there, kissing her in her living room, was the time I felt most alive.

I let out a breathless chuckle when we finally pulled away, "Wanna make up for that lost time?"

"I can think of nothing better," she replied as she placed the glass on the counter and leaned in to kiss me again.

Margot Verger:

I had been hired to work on the Verger estate years ago. I was mostly confined to the stables. Feeding, cleaning, helping Margot. It wasn't a terrible job on its own. Mason just made everything miserable.

I basically had to turn a blind eye to everything he did. I had no idea what the consequences would be if I didn't. I just knew that I hadn't seen the last person who confronted Mason about his behavior.

The longer I was there, the more I saw, the more it broke my heart.

I had been putting Margot's horse away when she walked in to meet me. I tried not to stare, but I can see the expression on her face as she tried to hide any of the pain.

"He shouldn't treat you like that," I said softly. She looked at me. "You two are siblings. He just... it's disgusting how he treats you."

She softly grinned, "Thank you."

I nodded and went back to my work.

"You always have been very kind to me," she added.

"I'm pretty sure it's part of my job," I replied.

"But it's so much more than that," she continued. "I've seen you almost every day for about a year. Maybe more. You've become... a comfort to me."

When I looked back at her, she was standing directly in front of me. I immediately felt nervous. She took another step forward, mere inches between our bodies.

"Seeing you every day has been very nice."

"I feel the same, Margot," I felt my face heating up.

She hesitantly took another step forward before leaning in slowly. She pressed her lips against mine briefly. I tried to kiss her back, but she pulled away before I could.

"I'll come back tonight," she muttered. "Meet me here?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I promise. I'll be here."

She grinned before stepping back and going to leave. I let out a breath once I knew that I was on my own.

Holy shit.

Abigail Hobbs:

Abigail and I had become friends when she entered the Port Haven psychiatric facility. I had been the only person who didn't turn a cold shoulder to her. Because I didn't think she deserved it.

We spent most of our time together. The only exceptions were during group therapy, at night, or when one of us had visitors.

There was one time when I violated those exceptions.

My mother had come to visit. It didn't help me much. I was left in this messy headspace that I couldn't get out of. My mother was the reason I ended up here and all she did was remind me of all the ways I was messed up. How unfair it was that I ended up this way because it looked bad on her parenting.

My brain was fixed on seeing Abigail. I found my way to her room that night. She looked up from her book when the door opened.

"What are you doing," she asked as I carefully shut the door. She looked worried when she saw my face. "Oh my god."

"My- My mom showed up," I muttered, wiping my tears. "And I just... I couldn't..."

She waved me over. I went and sat next to her in the bed. She let me rest my head on her shoulder.

"I don't know why they let her in," I mumbled. "You would think seeing how much harm it's doing would make them stop her."

"I'm so sorry," she grabbed my hand.

"You're the best thing around me," I continued. "Doctors just tell me all my symptoms and throw diagnoses at me. My mom seems to hate me. You... You actually listen."

"You do the same for me," she said.

I moved my head so I could look at her. She grinned at me. I softly grinned back before leaning over and pecking her lips.

It was maybe a second before I leaned back to look at her again.

"Was that okay?"

She nodded, "Yeah... yeah, it was fine."

I grinned before leaning my head on her shoulder again. I was okay with everything around her as long it was her.

She made whatever could happen worth it.

Frederick Chilton:

I was working as a nurse in the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

I had fully intended for it to be a temporary job. Just a job to take the time until I could move properly. Once moving past how the patients would yell things at you, it wasn't the worst job ever.

Maybe the biggest annoyance came in the form of Dr. Frederick Chilton. He wasn't absolutely awful. He was just cocky. And the moment he had a second alone with me, he made enough flirtatious remarks to fill multiple pages of a notebook.

I didn't mind that much. It was just more irritating than anything.

"Dr. Chilton," I knocked as I leaned into his office.

"(Y/n)," he greeted before leaning against the front of his desk. "Come on in. What can I help you with?"

"I just wanted to talk about something," I said quietly. He nodded. "Do you flirt with all of the nurses or is it just me?"

He scoffed, "Very blunt today, aren't we?"

"I have to be when it's becoming an obstacle during my work," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"And if I told you that I didn't?"

"I wouldn't worry as much about you just being an H.R. nightmare."

He chuckled and shook his head before looking at me, "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

"Would there be a few problems with a nurse going on a date with an administrator?"

"Gotta make H.R.'s life a nightmare somehow," Chilton shrugged.

I walked over slowly.

He stood up a little taller as I got closer. I leaned in a kissed him gently, cupping the side of his face. He tried to follow me as I leaned back. I bit back a chuckle.

"I'll see you after my shift," I said before walking away.

"Yeah... see you..."

Beverly Katz:

Asking Beverly out on a date was one of the most awkward moments of my life. But after she said yes, it felt like a weight rolled off my shoulders.

I thought I'd never have to deal with that pressure again.

And then the end of the date rolled around.

I had been fine during the date. I had followed the conversation pretty well; I hadn't embarrassed myself. It had all gone very well.

But when I dropped Beverly off at home, I felt all of those nerves coming back. I walked her to her door and said goodnight. I was about to walk away when she stopped me.

"(Y/n)," she called as I was walking away.

I stopped to turn to her.

"Come back here and kiss me," she chuckled.

"What," I asked in shock. She smirked at me. "Oh, okay."

I jogged back over to her and pressed my lips to hers. She let out a laugh against my lips as she cupped the sides of my face. My hands touched her sides as I smiled against her lips.

When she pulled away, we both just stood there for a second, smiling at each other.

"I-I'll see you tomorrow," I said after a moment before pecking her lips again. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I offered one more awkward wave before leaving for the night.

Bedelia Du Maurier:

Bedelia and I were working together on a paper I was hoping to publish. She only saw one patient now, but she had years of experience that helped me gather previous research and make sense of the results I got.

It was all coming together. She had just been doing a final proofread before we started the next big step in the paper.

I walked into her house anxiously, "Bedelia?"

"In here," she replied.

Her office was simple. The two chairs in the middle of the room were truly the center of attention.

She was standing over by the window, flipping through pages. My paper.

"Hi," I said as I walked over. I stood across from her on the other side of the window. "How does it look?"

"I think it looks good," she nodded. "We're getting to the final changes, which is very good. We got here much quicker than I thought we would."

I grinned.

"I've made some notes on this copy, so I'd advise you take this back with you and look them over."

I took the pages from her hand, "I truly can't thank you enough for all that you've done for me."

"It's been my pleasure," she replied. "Your research has been very interesting."

I looked down at the paper, ignoring how nervous she made me.

"If everything goes well, this work will help you get a lot of respect. I'm happy to be-"

I quickly leaned up and pressed my lips to hers. I leaned back quickly. I didn't have to answer any questions later because there was a knock at the door.

"I'll let you know when I get a chance to go over the notes you left," I muttered before quickly walking out.

I brushed by whoever was on the other side of the door.

As I sat in my car, trying to calm my breathing, I facepalmed.

I don't know which made me feel more stupid, kissing her so awkwardly or that I ran away so fast.

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[remediesremedy]

Bonjour its the maybe French Anon again!

I saw that you write for Hannibal....Kinda new to requesting stufd but...

May I request a scenario/headcanons for Hannibal and Will where they react to their gn s/o being reckless? Like they trip easily, do random dangerous things, they worry the living devil out of Will and Hannibal and overal live life on the edge.

Seperate or poly is up to you!

Thank you for your time in advance regardless if you are gonna do this request or not.

Happy Pride btw! 🏳️‍🌈

- the maybe "french" Anon

hello maybe french anon, sorry for taking so long but you know how writing can be LMAO

i’d like to apologise for my absence, these past couple of weeks it’s like i’ve been just breathing, everything else is too taxing. but i wanted to put out some writing, im always seeing my messages and my inbox, so know that i do see you and hopefully i’ll get to you one of these days <3 much love

Hannibal

i’m thinking that they don’t mean to be reckless, they’re just simply not as aware when walking through door frames or up steps, way too focused on every other little detail apart from how they move. their legs are clunky and balance is always off at the most inconvenient of times.

while most of their injuries had not been severe, there were instances where serious medical was needed just for being reckless and not paying attention.

let’s imagine hannibal is in a therapy session, advising a patient when his phone buzzes. He only has bypassed notifications for his significant other, so instantly his hands itch to check the message. He knows you well enough you wouldn’t alert him to anything if it wasn’t serious. Begrudgingly he continues the session, hoping the text was an accident on your part. except when he checks it, he realises it was far from it.

“won’t be home tonight. i fell down the stairs, in hospital but i’m okay!!”

he tenses up immediately, not appreciating your little text of “i’m okay!!” since you were in literal hospice care. He gets to the hospital and arrives at your room, an emotion similar to horror once he sees the bandages around your head, arms and hands.

Now because this man practiced medicine, he’s fussing over you immediately, checking if the bandages are tight enough, examining your fingers that are fractured and/or broken. he can’t help the tuts that fall from his mouth as he moves to gently cradle the back of your head while pressing his lips softly to the bridge of your nose. “reckless my love, so reckless.” he sighs and places his other hand on your jaw endearingly, caressing his thumb over your bruised flesh. “what am i to do with you?”

after making sure to disinfect the seat next to your bed (yes he brought his own disinfectant), he stays the night, uncomfortably curled into a hospital chair. He falls asleep imagining the beat of your heart against his ear.

when you’re back home and on the journey to healing, Hannibal takes the time to start making his home more safe, for someone who is so reckless. he adds railing to hold onto by the stairs, he makes sure to put down a rug at the bottom of the stairs in case you fall again. He rounds the edges of tables and countertops, he gets you more durable clothes so that they take the impact more if you hurt yourself.

he makes you meals and makes you take antibiotics at the same exact times every day. He declines any patients while you are still vulnerable, you are his exception. He couldn’t care less for many people, but for you, his heart seized every time you even coughed or cried or moaned in pain. He was a sinner and you were his temple of forgiveness, he polished and worshipped you, loving every chip and dent you adorned.

he did although hope one day you would be a little less reckless.

Will Graham

this man is incredibly observant so you being reckless from clumsiness or lack of balance wouldn’t be as common. what i can see happening is that maybe you, will’s significant other is an adrenaline junkie.

for whatever reason, possibly varying from how dangerous Will’s job is or you’re a humble person and never got the chance to do stupid reckless things. it’s almost like your addicted to it, you can see why your partner began to like solving murders and piecing together crimes. It was exciting, being in possible danger yet smart enough to jump out of the water before you got bit.

i can imagine them believing Will when it came to accusing hannibal. So when their significant other ends up in a mental ward, soon to be sentenced to death, they do what they can to prove his innocence.

warnings for graphic description of injury here, i hope you’re not too surprised, it is hannibal after all. You sneaking into hannibal’s home, entirely replacing beverly in this situation, by some insane strokes of luck, you manage to find evidence. He has a secret basement, a strange fridge in the corner piled with cooled meat, your stomach sinks when you realise the amount of people he must have eaten. With a frantic heart and a mind yelling at you that this was for your partner, you trudged forward, finding something that was never meant to be found. Abigail.

now for the sake of the prompt. you don’t end up dead. Hannibal does find and catch you in the basement, his hands wrap around your throat and your vision becomes scarce until you have none at all. By the morning, the damage had been done, you are in a strange bed and Hannibal is peering at you through the doorway. You go to speak but nothing comes out, nothing apart from an airy wheeze.

“i have permanently damaged your voice box.” his voice is cool, his steely eyes bore into tears with a lack of any feeling. “if you try to communicate in any way about what you saw.” he blinked, stepping forward, “i will let Will Graham get sentenced to death, and you’ll follow along with him shortly.”

tears ran down your face freely, a never ending pour, this wasn’t what was meant to happen. not now. not ever. a lost voice and soon to be a lost husband too.

“i will save him.” His words cut through the air sharply. “And you will never tell him.”

for him. your mind yelled a dying symphony, deafening noise diminished to a whisper. you had come all this way for him. you couldn’t fail him now. you wouldn’t.

so we come to the scenario where Will gets out, he fails to hide his grief. Realising he may never hear you speak, or that it may be years until the damage could repair, it had his heart clenching. He knows, he knows without you even saying anything that it is hannibal who has done this to you. his waterline fills with tears as his calloused fingers cup your face ever so delicately, he does not even attempt to turn hannibal in, he simply coddles you, hoping for the day he can hear your voice again. And dealing with the guilt that gnaws at him, pulling him apart until he is bare.

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Promptober 2023 Masterlist

Hello!!! I hope this explains the absence :) but I'm doing a promptober, and this is the masterlist!! Big thank you to @lipglossanon for inspiring me to finally bite the bullet and take a swing at promptober <3 The masterlist will be updated as the works are uploaded, but I included a sneak peek for the first of October :3

✭ᐧ֯ 𐩑❍ᐧ֯𐩑✧ ⚬ᐧ֯☆ᐧ֯ 𐩑⚬𐩑 ᐧ֯✧ᐧ֯𐩑★

October 1st:

Media: Resident Evil

Prompt: Cozy/Stay in night

Rating: NSFW

Pairing: Leon s. Kennedy/Reader

October 2nd

Media: Hannibal (TV)

Prompt: Fall picnic

Rating: SFW

Pairing: Alana Bloom/Margot Verger

#blondieannounces! #promptober #october #spooky season!! #Im so excited :) #this is the first time I've actually done a promptober #resident evil #leon s. kennedy #leon s. kennedy x reader #death island!leon #hannibal #margot verger #alana bloom

[jokingmisfit]

Hannibal as Contacts in my Phone

Hannibal- ❤️‍🔥Daddy?❤️‍🔥

Will- 💝Puppy Dog💝

Alana- 🌸Bloom🌸

Jack- 🦐Crawfish🦐

Margo- 🥭Mango🥭

Beverly- 🥵Girlfriend🥵

Jimmy- 🎶Jim Jam🎶

Brian- 🥣Bran Flakes🥣

Bella- 👸🏾Queen👸🏾

Freddie- 👹Satan👹

Fredrick- 🤡Bitch🤡

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[madisonwritesstuff]

C-can you write a-a fanfic of where we catch w-will Graham cheating on us with Margot verger, and w-we punish him.. 💞🥺😘😍💖 (DOM mAle REAder btW 🤪💓💗)

★ ; mine.

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Will Graham x Male! Reader.

I'm not gonna ask any questions.

Tags ; smut (obviously), slight angst?, male reader, dom reader n sub will, dirty talk, degradation, degrading pet names, bondage, spanking, possessive reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it kids!), handjob, cock warming at the end, mentions of drugging, marking, biting, fluff at the end!!

MDNI.

It was late at night, you were driving back home from work. Pressing down on the gas pedal to hopefully get home faster so you can cuddle up to your sweet boyfriend and fall deep asleep.

You park your car outside his house and twist your keys, turning the engine off.

It was silent, except for the sounds of tree leaves rustling and a bird chirp here and there. It was night after all so not much noise.

The lights were turned on inside, so you knew he was awake. You let out a chuckle, remembering the countless times you scolded Will to not stay up and wait for you.

You exit your car and walk up to the front door, turning the keys in the doorknob and entering, expecting to see Will already sitting on a chair, drinking his regular coffee and staring at the front door like a puppy waiting for its owner.

Except, nobody was on the other side of the door.

Raising an eyebrow in slight surprise as you closed the door behind you, shrugging and assuming Will actually did fall asleep but left the lights on.

You hung up your coat and placed down your keys on the coffee table, walking to the fridge and getting a glass of water before you walked towards your shared bedroom.

Upon opening the door you saw the outline of two people under the covers, you eyed the frame of the other person suspiciously. Either it was a woman or a man with long hair since you could see brown hair pooling on the pillow.

You walk up and pull the covers off the persons face, shocked would be an understatement.

“Margot?” You mumbled, recognizing the face as the woman who was Hannibal's patient, the one Will himself told you about.

You could feel your blood boiling as you stared at her, fists clenching up as you stared blankly at the woman who was sleeping on YOUR side of the bed, next to YOUR boyfriend.

Without thinking, your hand immediately reacted and slapped her across the face, the loud ringing waking up both Will and Margot herself.

She yelped and woke up in surprise and immediately sat up, staring up at you.

“I-” “Get the fuck out of my house, now.” You spoke as you pointed to the door, cutting her off. She stood up while covering her chest shamefully, looking down while grabbing her clothes and leaving to the bathroom.

Silence filled the room as you stared at Will. He was too scared and shocked to say anything, and you were to furious and hurt to even think about speaking.

“I-i can explain- I promise.” He spoke, trying to explain the situation but you weren't looking to hear anything. You loosened your tie, climbing into the bed. “You know I'm really disappointed in you Will.” You spoke in such a calm tone it was giving him chills. “I expected better from you.”

You climbed onto Will, his breath hitching as you stared down at him like a feral animal, your eyes blown wide as you caged his head between your arms. Hot breath blowing down onto his face.

You took his arms in your hands as you took your tie off and started tying them to the headboard. “Wh-what are you doing?” He asked in a slightly concerned tone, yet not making any attempts to stop you. “You've been a really really bad boy will, and bad boys need to be punished. I think you need a one on one lesson on who you belong to.” You spoke, your lips pressed up against his ear.

You could feel feel him shiver as you started nibbling on his earlobe, licking up stripes behind his ear as you heard him let out a shaky breath.

You gently guided his legs and placed them on both sides of your hips, grinding into him as you kissed hickeys onto his neck. “You're such a slut, acting like this doesn't turn you on when I can feel that you're rock hard.”

He didn't say anything, besides letting out a quiet whimper and bucking his hips. “Please.” He whispered. “Bad boys don't get to beg for stuff they can't get, now be patient. Punishments aren't supposed to be pleasureful.” You spoke back, pressing a kiss against his jawline while smirking, knowing full on well he dislikes being teased.

You slid your hand down his waist, he was already undressed so your hand had free roam over his body.

Stopping right on his chest, and pinching his nipple harshly. He let out a yelp and tried pushing you away, but his hands were still tied to the headboard. All he could do was bite his lip and helplessly stare up at you.

Pushing his legs back against his chest, you rubbed his ass before striking down on it. Catching him off hard as he let out a whimper. “Start counting.” You spoke as you soothed your hand over his now light pink asscheek.

“One.” He mumbled loudly, biting back another whimper as he threw his head back. Your hand came down again, the slap ringing throughout the room. “Two.” He spoke under his breath, feeling undoubtedly aroused from the stinging.

You massaged his ass again before continuing to strike down against it, repeating this till he got to 10.

“Te-ten!” He moaned out, his ass was bright red by now and his cock was leaking precum onto his own stomach. The tip a shy pink as it ached.

“Good boy, do you think you deserve a treat for your punishment?” You asked while massaging his ass, suckling hickeys onto his chest. “Yes please.” He panted. “Yes please what?” You pressed a kiss against his neck. “Yes please sir.” “Good boy.” you smirked proudly.

The sound of unzipping could be heard as you pulled your own pants and boxers off, spitting on your hand as you pumped your cock a few times.

You lined the tip and noticed as Will struggled on his binds, wanting to hold you. Feeling generous, he reached over and untied the binds around his wrists, massaging the red lines before your hands held onto his waist.

He wrapped his arms around you, his legs locked around your waist as you began pushing in slowly. Watching as he began to arch his back and throw his head back, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head.

As soon as you had bottomed out inside of him, your last restraint broke and you began harshly snapping your hips against Will. “I am going to fucking mark you, you fucking belong to me, you understand? If I see you with that whore one more time I swear to God I'm going to make sure you won't be able to walk for fucking days.” You laughed lowly, thrusting into him at a feral pace.

He nodded, he couldn't form a proper answer as he kept babbling out moans while drool seeped from the corner of his mouth. You pressed his legs into his stomach as you pounded into his arched frame, hitting his gspot each time which left him seeing stars.

You leaned over and licked the spit that was rolling out his mouth, sliding your tongue over it before sucking hickeys over his shoulders. Going as far as leaving bite marks to make sure they'd last days.

Will almost choked on his spit as you abruptly shoved your tongue into his mouth, reaching down his throat as your thrusts got sloppier and more desperate.

You reached over and started harshly pumping Will's cock. “Please- Oh god-” He choked out, coughing on his saliva as he arched his back. “S'too much-” He babbled his eyes turning white as they rolled into the back of his head.

Will could swear he saw the entire universe when he came, spurting all over your hand. But you didn't stop.

He almost got hard again as you took your now cum covered hand and licked the cum off, all while maintaining eye contact with Will.

You finally came, and you came hard. You shoved your head into the crook of Will's neck as you let out grunts and moans. Will had premature orgasm again as he could feel the sloshing inside him, he felt so full.

You kept him plugged in and layed down besides him, spooning him from behind while Will was practically cock warming you.

You planted a soft kiss against his sweaty forehead, trailing gentle kisses over his face. “I'm gonna need that explanation in the morning.” You whispered against his ear, chucking softly as your arms remained tightly wrapped around him.

“Yeah well she drugged me and made me sleep with her.” He spoke up abruptly, his eyes closed as he basked in the warmth radiating from your body. “What? And you're telling me this now?” You asked in surprise, concerned about the well being of him. “I was gonna tell you sooner before I realized I had a chance to piss you off and get railed.” He casually admitted. You let out a laugh and slapped his ass, in which he let out a yelp. “You could've asked.” “It wouldn't be as authentic.” “You're an idiot.” “But you love me.” You smiled as you cuddled him and hugged him against your chest, letting your exhausted boyfriend drift off to sleep as you soon followed him in slumber.

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bad samaritan (cale erendreich)

broadchurch (alec hardy, ellie miller)

doctor who (all doctors, donna noble, martha jones, rose tyler, amy pond, river song, the master/missy, jack harkness)

good omens (aziraphale, crowley, beelzebub, anathema, muriel)

hannibal (hannibal lecter, margot verger)

jessica jones (kilgrave)

our flag means death (pretty much anyone!)

prodigal son (martin whitly)

takin’ over the asylum (campbell bain)

third, absolutely no terfs or radfems allowed. this blog is a safe and inclusive space for trans people and people of all genders.

thank you so much for reading, and i hope you enjoy!

#pinned post #please read

[russian-soft-bitch]

Margot Verger x reader

#margot verger #margot verger x reader #hannibal nbc

[thedeathdoctor]

Kinky December Day 3: Rudolph Reindeer - Margot Verger x Reader

Okay, I’ll admit that this one isn’t kinky, it’s just really soft and sapphic as fuck. I just wanted to write something really heartwarming tbh. 

For @horrorslashergirl ‘s Kinky December prompt list!

Every time she returned from riding, tired and messy, your heart fluttered. You barely knew if you existed to her, just a stable girl who did chores around the barn and cared for the family’s horses. Her name: Margot Verger. It was impossible to avoid, her horses had her initials monogrammed into much of their tack. 

Pining for her from afar, most of your interactions with her involved readying the tack for her rides and caring for her favorite stallion, Rudolph, a gorgeous Friesian who shone a hidden auburn in the sunlight. Occasionally she would join you despite your reassurance that you had more than enough time to care for him. Typically, Margot carried herself with a regal, precise step, every ounce of her existence carefully organized and maintained. But when the barn was just you and her together, she softened as she helped you with the relative simplicity of Rudolph’s care. Conversation between you and her remained superficial, but when she left, it was as if a horse - sized weight had been lifted from her shoulders. 

December brought holiday cheer to the stables, exchanging lighter horse blankets for heavier ones of green, red, and gold, hanging wreaths and boughs that brought in the smell of fresh pine, and winding heavy red ribbon around the interior support beams. Frost lined the window panes overnight, the patterns fading by the afternoon sun most days. 

A few days before Christmas, you decided to surprise Margot. Modifying one of the halters, you had managed to add reindeer antlers and a small, round ball that shone red from within. When you next saw her at the barn, she was thankfully mentally distracted, giving you ample time to slip the halter on Rudolph without her noticing the changes you had made. 

Her face lit up when she returned her attention to her horse, the lines of worry evaporating from her visage. Sheepishly, you gave her a grin when she looked at you. 

“I thought it would be a cute idea… Besides, I wanted to get you in the holiday spirit as well…”

“It is cute, thank you. And thank you for caring for him so well.”

She led Rudolph out of the barn, gently stroking his mane before pulling herself up and riding off. As she trotted off into the golden afternoon sun, you leaned against the stall post, butterflies dancing around in your stomach. 

The remaining daylight hours were spent finishing up the day’s work, the labor not as hard on you with Margot’s smile on your mind. It had pleasantly surprised you, and you felt a tiny glimmer of confidence in having eased her own frustrations. You didn’t expect her to return your romantic feelings for her, but this at least gave you hope. 

Night came quickly this time of year, and you wondered when she would be back. Light snow had already begun to fall, delicately sprinkling the grass outside. The barn and the surrounding grounds were lit with soft, yellow light, but you had no idea where she had decided to ride today. You hoped she was okay and would make it back safely. 

As if in immediate response, the familiar sound of hooves approached, making you sigh in relief. You opened the stall door in preparation to bring him in, but stopped when she called out your name.

She sat high atop Rudolph, boots crisp and shining, an ethereal goddess of the hunt in the pale moonlight. Her gaze met yours, and she beckoned to you, inviting you to join her. Your heart pounded in your chest, intact within you, but now belonging entirely to her. She had captured you, body and soul. 

Legs moved without thought, and you found your boots crunching the snow beneath as she drew you in. Her outstretched hand, clad in a soft leather riding glove helped you settle into the saddle behind her with a grace that you never knew you had. The seat pushed your chest flush against her back, and the intimacy nearly overwhelmed you. Her hands caught your idle wrists, wrapping your arms around her waist; being this close to her made every coherent thought about riding vanish from your mind. 

The two of you rode for a short moment around the property, stopping at a gazebo in the middle of a detached garden. She dismounted, taking the time to help you down as well, her hand entwining with yours afterward. Rudolph needed no direction to stay, doing so naturally after years of training. Margot led you inside, sitting right next to you on the covered bench.

Her free hand embraced you, smooth leather caressing your cool cheek before she leaned into you, kissing you softly. Her lips were as soft as you had imagined them, gentle against yours and sweet. When you broke apart, she remained close to you, whispering what you had always wanted to hear.

“I love you.”

#Kinky December #Kinky December 2020 #margot verger #margot verger x reader #soft #fluff

[saintacephale]

#hannibal #hannibal meme #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #alana bloom #jack crawford #margot verger #dark academia #hannibal season 4 #hannibal x will #hannibal x reader #will x reader #alana x reader #margot x reader

[ave09]

Please write for will. I AM DESPERATE

BET! i just wrote something cute and fluffy but if you have any specific scenario (specifically angst bc im in. a mood) send ‘em to my box!

real

will graham x reader

(based on szn 1 bbg will)

one word to describe the day: draining. jack was on your ass the entire day, hounding you about the chesapeake ripper, and it just wouldn’t let up. 

all you wanted was a night of peace, just you, a book, and some wine. and yet, as the peace was finally being restored and you felt calm… there was a knock at the door. 

“great,” you mumbled, rising from your comfy seat on the couch, crossing the room towards the front hall. who would be here at this hour? you unlocked the door, pulling it open slightly, seeing will graham standing there, fidgeting nervously, a bottle of wine in hand. 

you furrowed your brows, “will?” pulling open the door all the way, “what are you doing here?” 

the man cleared his throat, averting eye contact, “well-you-you seemed on edge. with the ripper, jack and everything, and i thought maybe you could use some wine-and company-“ 

you heart warmed at the gesture. the two of you had been spending a lot of time together, working on this case, and doing so, were also getting to know one another better. and she loved it. 

a small smile tugged at your lips as he let out a nervous chuckle, “but now that i’m here, i’m thinking you’d probably want to be alone-so i’m just gonna leave this here and-“

she shook her head slightly. sure. maybe he was right. but if there was anyone she’d want to spend her evening with, it would be will graham. 

“please, you’ve come all this way, come in,” you gestured for him to enter, and he did, “thanks,” he mumbled as he stepped inside, taking charge and closing the door behind him rather then waiting on you to do it yourself. 

will glanced around, taking in your home. he’d only been here once before, and that was when he had offered to help you home after a particularly rough patch in this chesapeake ripper case. 

it was a long day, the scene was beyond disturbing, leaving you frazzled. will had taken it upon himself to drive you home and help you out. you most definitely appreciated the gesture. and in all honesty, that’s probably where your attraction for the man started. 

he was always so sweet. intelligent too. not to mention handsome. 

“here, i’ll take that,” you said, gently taking the wine from his hands, cradling it carefully before gesturing to the living area. 

the two of you walked towards it, you settled into your comfy spot once again, will took a seat in the loveseat across from you. 

you set the new wine bottle on the coffee table beside the open one, sighing softly as you glanced up at him, “so..” small talk did not come easier for either of you. 

“how’ve you been? with this whole shitshow?” you ask. he simply shrugs. “it’s rough. he’s too smart.” 

“he knows precisely what he’s doing and how to get away with it.” 

will nodded, glancing up at you for a moment before clearing his throat again, “ya think maybe we could leave work be for a second? and just… talk?”

you nodded, shifting slightly in your seat, “of course,” you then fell into silence, trying to find something to discuss.

“hey,” 

his voice was soft. fragile. 

he leaned forward slightly, fidgeting with his fingers, “hi,” you replied jokingly, your voice equally as soft.

“am i imagining things?” he asked suddenly, catching you off guard. “imagining what?” 

he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing slightly, “i-i don’t want to be too upfront, but… what’s this about?” he asks, gesturing between you and him. 

“us?”

he nodded. you tilted your head slightly, “what?”

“you don’t see it?” slowly, you sat up taller, somewhat catching on. “listen… i’m not one to do this.. not really.” he’s reluctant with his replies as he continues. 

“i… have feelings for you. and not-not the platonic kind.” 

your heart flutters, breath quickens. was this actually happening? was this real?

“you have.. romantic feelings for me?” you asked, to which he nodded. 

“and-i don’t know if i’m crazy-and this is just somewhat delusional but-“

“i do too.” 

he glanced up at you. “what?”

slowly, you stood, crossing the room towards the loveseat, will slowly rising as well. you now stood before him, a smile tugging on your lips, “i too have romantic feelings for you, will graham.” 

a small smile broke out across his lips, “you mean it?” 

“why would i lie?” 

slowly, he took a step forward, a very small gap between you now. you took the opportunity to lean in, gently brushing your lips against his, testing the waters.

his hand gently found your neck, gently pulling you closer, his lips melting against yours. this was only something that you’d dreamt about, and now it was happening. 

slowly, he pulled away, his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours. 

“real?” he asked softly, “this is real?”

“as real as ever.” 

and you leaned in and kissed him once more. 

#hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #will graham #will graham x reader #hugh dancy #hugh dancy x reader #margot verger #alana bloom #jack crawford #nbc hannibal

[bi-bard]

Harry Styles Songs that Would Describe Relationships with the Murder Wives - Hannibal Preference (NBC's Hannibal)

Title: Harry Styles Songs that Would Describe Relationships with the Murder Wives

Characters: Alana Bloom, Margot Verger

Word Count: 2,755 words

Warning(s): (Alana's) my poor attempts of flirting, references to sex & Will's arrest, (Margot's) mentions of abuse (and Mason), mention of a break-up

Author's Note: Honestly... I didn't want to make another one for Will and Hannibal. I'd probably pick Alana or Margot over either one of them anyway.

**Not in chronological order

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Alana Bloom:

Carolina

She's got a book for every situation Gets into parties without invitations How could you ever turn her down?

Going to Hannibal's party was the best and worst idea that I've ever had. Worst because I ended up tangled in a world of bullshit that I should've avoided like the plague. Best because Dr. Alana Bloom. She definitely made up for the worst side of the argument.

She caught my eye as soon as I walked in. She was the definition of gorgeous. I wanted to know all about her as soon as I could.

I spent a while playing a careful game. I would sneak a few looks before turning away. I didn't move toward her until I caught her looking at me. I smirked at her before walking toward a mostly empty corner of the room, leaning against the wall as I waited for her.

"Hello," I said as she walked over. I stood up straight and held out a hand to her. "(Y/n)."

"Alana... Bloom," she replied. "I'm a psychology professor."

"So... Dr. Alana Bloom," I asked. She chuckled before nodding. "Can't say that I have the same honor. I'm just an artist."

"I don't believe 'just' belongs in that sentence," she glanced at her drinks for a moment. "What science and psychology cannot fully understand of the human mind can be found in the art we create."

"And yet, I don't get some fancy title," I joked. She chuckled. "Do you have any interest in art?"

"I can't say that I'm any form of expert," she replied. "I'd like to know more."

I bit the inside of my cheek for a second. "I would be happy to teach someone like you. We could start with my own work. I'm working on a new set."

"Free promotion?"

"Oh, maybe," I said sarcastically before chuckling. "Maybe I could tell you more about it later?"

"I'd like that."

I grinned. "I'll talk to you later, Dr. Bloom."

I didn't see her for a while after that. I had stepped away into a quiet separate room. I was just clearing my head when she walked in. She grinned at me.

"Come looking for that information," I asked, half-joking as I stood up.

"Yeah," she nodded. "If you don't mind sharing."

"Of course," I stepped closer to her slowly, begging to whatever entity ran the universe that I wasn't wrong. "My hope is to find the perfect balance between the world and people. How the two meet and mix. Or, should mix."

"Statement on the climate?"

"In part," I nodded, taking another step forward. "What about you, Dr. Bloom? What do you work on?"

"I... I teach more than anything," she shrugged. "I've been doing guest lectures at the F.B.I."

"You teach the good guys how to catch the bad guys?"

"At times," she nodded.

There was a pause between us.

"I hope I'm not over-stepping, but you are beautiful," I complimented.

"Thank you," she replied, slightly awkwardly. "You... You are too. I... I was honestly looking at you for most of the night."

"So was I," I mumbled, moving forward yet again.

When she didn't step away, I leaned in slowly and pressed my lips to hers. She froze up for a moment before slowly kissing me back. I hummed against her lips.

My hands fell to her sides, pulling her as close to me as I could. She wrapped her arms around my neck. I gasped lightly when she walked me back toward a wall. I smirked into the kiss, gripping onto her a little tighter.

It took everything in my power to keep from moving down to kiss the skin of her neck. I was so wrapped up in the moment, that was the only thing keeping me from losing my head.

I don't know how long we spent in that same spot, just kissing each other. I just knew that I liked it. I really, really liked it.

I chuckled as I pulled away from the kiss, my forehead resting on hers. Her face was red, and she was trying to even out her breathing.

"It was nice to meet you, Dr. Alana Bloom," I said. "Let me know if you ever want to see that collection that I told you about."

"You too," she muttered.

I stepped away, made sure I looked presentable, and walked back into the main room of the party. As I did, I spotted Hannibal on the other side of the room. He was almost glaring at me. I grinned sarcastically at him, waving a little bit. He forced a grin, nodding at me once before turning back to who he had been talking to.

This was going to be fun.

Sweet Creature

Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home

The mornings with Alana were always soft.

It was almost like our brains did a reset after being together for the night. We would lay in this glow together for as long as we could. It was a brief moment of escape from whatever was happening in the world around us. Neither one of us ever wanted to leave.

She had become a grounding source for me. No matter what I experienced during the day, I would be pulled back to Earth as soon as I found my place in Alana's arms again. She was my path home.

It was one of those mornings that I felt something was different. The moment I woke up, I knew what it was. I had fallen in love with her.

We were laying under her covers together. I was running my thumb along her cheekbone, grinning at her. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment before she smiled back at me.

She was glowing. Intoxicating, fascinating, enchanting, entrancing. Any word you can use to say beautiful in every sense of the word. She made me feel weak in all of the best ways.

I never wanted to lose that.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, kissing her gently.

Alana hummed against my lips, shifting to almost lay on top of me. I moved one hand to her hair and the other laying on her back. She slowly pulled back, grinning down at me.

I grinned, my eyes scanning every part of her face. I was taking note of every detail. Every piece that I wanted to memorize. I wanted to keep them imprinted on the back of my eyelids.

"Can I... Can I say something," I asked. "It might be kind of stupid."

"What?"

"Alana... I... I love you," I mumbled like I could change the impact of the words if I just said them a little lighter.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, clearly shocked.

"I'm sorry-"

"That was not a stupid thing to say," she cut me off. "I love you too."

I leaned up and kissed her again, holding onto her a little tighter as I did. She kissed me back slowly, grinning against my lips. I pulled back a little, nudging her nose with mine.

I could get used to this.

Late Night Talking

We've been doing all this late night talking 'Bout anything you want until the morning Now you're in my life I can't get you off my mind

After our first meeting at the party, Alana and I started an... interesting relationship. Not quite a couple, but exclusive. It was a little more casual. More nights together than actual dates. I didn't mind it. It was fun. We were both enjoying ourselves.

It was maybe five in the morning after one of our nights when I found Alana had moved to stand on my patio.

She had my robe wrapped around her. She was staring out at the sky, watching it change colors as she waited for me to wake up. I pulled on some underwear and my shirt before starting to take close steps toward her.

"You look like royalty," I said as I got to the door.

"I doubt that," she replied. "I have a bird's nest sitting on my head and my make-up from yesterday is smudged."

"Well, that can still mean you look like royalty," I wrapped my arms around her, my chin resting on her shoulder.

"Oh, and what are you? A loyal subject?"

"Whenever you want me to be," I chuckled, kissing her shoulder.

There was a long pause between us. Alana had one hand tracing my arm. I let out a quiet sigh, relaxing into her further.

I was getting to the point that I couldn't picture being without her for a long period of time. All I wanted was her. Close to me. In any way that I could have her.

"What's on your mind," I asked after a while. She hummed. "You seem lost in thought."

"It's... It's Will," she mumbled. "I'm still worrying about him."

"Do you think he's innocent?"

"I... I don't know," she ran a hand over her face. "You shouldn't have to listen to any of this. It's not your job to worry about it."

"I'm worried because I care about you," I replied. "Anything you want to talk about, we can talk about it. It's all up to you."

"Because I'm your royalty," she joked.

"Of course, your majesty," I chuckled dramatically. "Now, what would you like to talk about?"

Margot Verger:

Matilda

You can let it go You can throw a party full of everyone you know And not invite your family 'Cause they never showed you love You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

It was rare for Margot and me to feel safe staying the night together. However, on the rare occasion that Mason had to go finish some deal, we had the night to ourselves.

We wouldn't usually sleep much. We wanted to savor any time that we had together.

It was late. We were laying together in Margot's bed. She was laying on her front, cheek resting on her arm as she looked at me. I was laying on my side, barely letting my fingertips brush against her skin. We had been whispering to each other under the covers when my finger brushed one of her scars.

She tensed. So did I.

"Sorry," I mumbled before leaning forward to kiss her gently. "You're beautiful."

She closed her eyes for a moment before sighing. She didn't believe me.

I carefully pushed the covers off of her back. I followed it down. I let my lips brush every scar that I could find. Margot hummed, relaxing with each kiss.

Once I reached the last scar, I moved back up. My lips traced her spine up to her ear.

"We should just run," I mumbled, moving to kiss her neck.

"You know that's not an option."

"It is," I replied. "I have enough money for us to be comfortable. We can run and never look back. Leave behind your brother and this place..."

She sighed.

"I can love you properly," I continued. "Not in secret. I can love you outside of these four walls."

She hummed as I moved to press my lips to hers. One of her hands moved to my side, pulling me closer to her.

"Please," I begged.

She frowned at me. "I'll think about it. I... I don't want to let my brother be able to follow us."

I nodded.

"I... I love you," she promised. "I really do. This is just... messy."

I pecked her forehead. "I love you too."

Falling

What am I now? What am I now? What if you're someone I just want around? I'm falling again

I hadn't been expecting to see Margot after she told me to leave. I wanted to support her, but I could only do so much when she cut me off.

But here she was, standing on my doorstep.

"Margot," I asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I... I wanted to see you," she replied. "M-Mason's gone."

"Oh," I furrowed my eyebrows.

"He's dead."

"Oh," my eyes went wide.

I moved to the side and let her walk inside. I closed the door behind her and offered her a drink. She nodded, sitting on the couch while I got her a glass.

"I only told you to go because of him."

I nodded and handed her the drink. "I know."

"We're safe now," she continued.

"Margot-"

"We can be happy together now. Truly happy. Free. It's what you wanted-"

"Margot, please," I closed my eyes for a moment. "I wanted to support you. Be there for you. You sent me away."

"For your safety."

"You don't get to make that decision on your own," I said. "There are two people in that dynamic. I knew any potential risk. I deserved to be part of that discussion, Margot."

She looked down at her drink.

"I loved you," I continued. "I still love you. You are the best thing I've ever had. You sending me away hurt. If you truly thought I was in danger, then you should've talked to me. Don't just throw me out."

"I'm sorry," she muttered. "You're right and I'm sorry."

I closed my eyes and looked away again. "I know you were scared. That's why I wanted to stay."

She nodded.

There was a long pause between. Nothing less to say about the situation. What else was there? I felt like an asshole, but I wanted to support her. I wanted to support her, and she stopped me.

"What do we do now," she asked quietly.

"I... I don't know," I replied.

"I still love you."

"I know," I nodded. "I do too."

With both took a deep breath at the same time before looking at each other.

This was going to be one of the longest nights of our lives.

Adore You

Oh honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

My family was old friends with the Verger family.

Well, more business partners than anything. We didn't see them much outside of a professional setting. Meetings or professional dinners or parties. There was a very clear boundary.

After their father passed, my dad felt the need to discuss the future with Mason, who took over after his father passed. I didn't care about any of that. I only tagged along in the hopes of seeing Margot.

The two were gone discussing their business when I walked to Margot's room. She was staring out the window, a sling on her arm.

I had always been more drawn to Margot than her brother. It was like she had her own gravitational pull and I got caught in it.

To put it simply, she was perfect to me.

"I heard about what happened," I said, getting her attention. She looked at me for a moment before looking out the window again.

I shut the door behind me and walked over. I sat next to her, trying to see what she saw. When I couldn't, I looked over at her.

"I think he deserved it," I added. "Mason's an ass."

"You've always been very blunt about him."

"He deserves it."

Margot looked at me. I grinned at her. My eyes fell to her arm.

"I'm fine," she insisted.

"He treats you terribly," I muttered.

I felt my brain filling with every way I could get him to pay. Every way that I could stop him. But any of those would screw Margot over financially. All I could do was sit with my rage.

"I care about you, Margot," I continued. "Deeply."

I moved forward, reaching over to grab the hand of her unharmed arm. She looked down at them.

"I would do anything you asked," my voice dropped down to a whisper. "No matter what it was. If you asked, I would say yes."

"Anything," she asked.

I nodded. "Absolutely anything."

I closed the distance between us and kissed her gently. It was only a matter of moments before I leaned back again. She didn't move much, studying each part of my face.

"I just want to protect you, Margot."

After that, I stood up and started walking out the door.

"I want to protect you too," she called when I reached the door. I stopped for a moment and grinned.

"I'll see you soon, Margot."

She made anything that could happen worth it.

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#alana bloom x reader #alana bloom fanfiction #alana bloom imagine #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #hannibal x reader #hannibal preference #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal imagine #margot verger x reader #margot verger fanfiction #margot verger imagine

[remediesremedy]

Will Graham and Hannibal in season 4, they’re residing in cuba, happily married and hannibal still continues his flavourful culinary adventures.

the pair manage to catch the attention of someone who is in a position of illegal power (mafia sort of vibe). this person enables hannibal’s hobby, even sending him peoples’ names and “sins”. this person is fascinated by will’s intelligence, and his soft but messy curls. this person is captivated by hannibal’s etiquette and words.

it’s never too late to throw a third murder husband into the mix, one who is not afraid to wield a gun, who enjoys it a little too much. one that is filled with so much compassion that they slaughter every bad person they can get their hands on, and with the help of his new lovers, makes their death a beautiful mockery.

poly hannigram with a man who’s so powerful yet so weak in the knees at the sight of his husbands. i’m imagining this absolute beast, like 6’5 at least, lean, and vividly horrifying to be on the wrong side of. yet he would fall to the ground, grovelling for any attention that hannibal or will would give him. He craves them, they are so beautiful and complex it makes his head feel heavy and chest feel fuzzy and tight.

#hannibal lector #hannibal #imagines #alana bloom #will graham #x reader #fluff #lgbtq #queer representation #hannigram #fanfic #bedelia du maurier #hannibal nbc #margot verger

[shegatsby]

Audacity

May i request a Hannibal x reader where the reader is Hannibal’s fiancée and Mason Verger being fascinated by them and he tried to win the reader away from Hannibal and can’t understand why the reader always turn him down? @iamcavainna​

A/N: Thank you for this request. Sorry for any typos. ❤️

Hannibal Lecter x Female Reader

One Shot! 

Warnings; None.

Mason Verger was on his way to get a therapy session from Doctor Hannibal Lecter, his sister Margot Verger forced him to do it. They never had a healthy sibling relationship, he knew that but till this time he never considered therapy. It was a cold Baltimore day, he wore his black leather before he left his car, told his driver to park the car and wait until his session ends. He was a man who though himself a superior human being, he was raised as one, so he loved ordering people around. He sometimes didn’t consider others as humans, they were just slaves.

He climbed the stairs reluctantly, opened the door, walked the short hall and knocked the grey door. Hannibal Lecter opened the door and greeted him. ‘’Thank you for coming Mason.’’ Hannibal observed him, he had a white expensive suit, he had glasses and had a cocky smile on his lips. Mason Verger walked inside quickly like he was in a hurry. He took off his white jacket, walked to the couch and laid on it. Hannibal sat on the chair as usual, he didn’t like this man at all. ‘’Mason, please.’’ He pointed the chair in front of him, they started to talk.

‘’My sister loves me Doctor Lecter, she has to. And I am the soul Verger heir.’’ Mason said leaning back. ‘’Unless biology provides another.’’ Hannibal clapped back, as he observed Mason Verger was a rude man who never cared for anyone but himself, his parents raised him as a superior being and treated his sister Margot like she didn’t matter so Mason as growing up saw women as second class, objects that he can get and throw them away when he is bored.

As they were talking their session came to an end, they heard a soft knock on the door, Hannibal knew who was it so he opened the door with a smile. Hannibal Lecter’s fiancée Y/N Y/L/N.

Mason was wearing his jacket as he saw her, ‘’My my, what a beautiful piece.’’ He said winking at her. ‘’Mason, I would like you to meet my fiancée Y/N. Y/N this is Mason Verger.’’ They shook hands, Y/N was uncomfortable, he had a dark aura. ‘’Pleasure to meet you madam. I wish to see you again.’’ In order not to be rude Y/N kindly smiled and literally pulled her hand to free it, she took a short glance at Hannibal and she knew he was irritated. ‘’See you later Mason. Give Margot my regards.’’ And Mason left the room with a smirk on his lips.

‘’He looks like a rude man.’’ Y/N said as she put a bag on Hannibal’s study table. She brought lunch to him and wanted to spend some time with him, because of his work he had to spent all day at his office and he came home late all the time. ‘’Yes.’’ He said shortly, he was rarely angry so he kept his answers short, he didn’t like the way Mason looked at Y/N. ‘’I know what you do to rude people. What’s the plan?’’ She was pulling some plastic boxes and bread. He didn’t reply at first, brought red wine to the table. ‘’I haven’t decided yet.’’

 Y/N was decided to go out to clear her head, planning a wedding was stressful and Hannibal wanted everything to be perfect so she got a coffee and took a walk outside. There was a big park and since it was winter not many people were around.

‘’Miss Y/N?’’ She heard a man’s voice calling for her and turned her head to see, it was Hannibal’s patient Mason Verger. ‘’Mr. Verger, hi.’’ She regret going outside alone now. ‘’I saw you across the street and wanted to say hi.’’

He also had a coffee cup. He was clean shaven and his cold blue eyes seemed happy, he found his prey after all. Mason Verger had a servant who was following Y/N for days, and he got info about her, wanted to know what kind of a person she was. Mason usually dated women who were in his rich society, and those women threw themselves at him because he was rich and a respectable man in the society. Y/N seemed interesting to chase and caught, ‘’And please, you can call me Mason.’’ He continued. ‘’Okay.. Mason. I was just walking actually it’s getting late I should go back home.’’ She turned to leave, she got bad vibe from Mason, something was wrong with him. Mason grabbed her elbow, she felt her body froze. ‘’I actually would love to talk to you.’’ His voice was commanding and not in a good way. ‘’About what?’’ Y/N asked and took a sip from her coffee.

They were walking slowly and talking about his pig business and his sister Margot. Y/N and Margot met recently and she looked like a nice girl, nice girl with big sad eyes.

‘’So you and Hannibal.. wow.’’ He said like he was pissed. ‘’Yes. We are soon to be married, don’t worry Margot’s and your invitations are ready.’’

He rolled his blue eyes, ‘’Why him? You seem much younger than him and I think you deserve someone better and richer.’’

Y/N knew he was talking about himself, ‘’Hannibal and I,’’ she thought for a second, ‘’We understand each other on a deep level. We know things about each other that no one knows, he is my soul mate.’’

Mason touched his heart jokingly, ‘’Love birds hmm? I’m single by the way.’’ He was going for it. ‘’Margot mentioned that before, Mason.. you are looking for someone to breed with, you don’t understand love you just think like the pigs you own. I hope you can find someone who thinks the same way. I have to leave, good day.’’

Y/N was done with him and she left the park immediately, Mason watched her leave with a big smile, ‘’O she is smart.’’ He called his servant who was tracking Y/N for days. ‘’Don’t leave her out of your sight I’m not ready to give up just yet.’’

 Y/N walked inside the house with a tired sigh, Hannibal heard her sigh and walked out of kitchen to meet her. She walked fast towards him and kissed him deeply, ‘’What was that for?’’ he asked teasingly. ‘’Thank you for not being a man like fucking Mason Verger.’’ And she told Hannibal what happened today, Hannibal was holding her shoulders and gently rubbing them, ‘’I mean this a harassment, God knows what kind of a freak he is!’’ She looked at Hannibal and saw a curtain of shimmer, he had a plan. ‘’He overstepped his boundaries and he should be remained that you are to be my wife. You are off limits.’’ Even though his voice was calm and collective she could feel the fire which was burning inside his body. ‘’Finish him before we get married. I don’t want him to hit on me at our wedding day.’’

Hannibal Lecter just smiled and nodded.

Thank you for reading. :) ❤️

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[hard-to-be-the-bard]

Meme Gremlin S/O headcanons

Hannibal:

- Hannibal is well, confused at first, especially the first time you came out with something

- You’d been in the pantry, reaching for something and something higher had fallen on you.

- “Hurricane Katrina? More like hurricane tortilla” You laughed, and Hannibal had paused, turning to look at you.

- The second time had been in the car, driving past a road work sign

- “Road work ahead, uh yeah, I sure hope it does” You’d said, before laughing to yourself

- He’d googled it after that, finding out that it was a popular thing among younger people

- He did spend an amount of time watching some, just to understand it.

- The highlight of your life was when you’d turn to Hannibal while sitting on the sofa

- “Hey I’m lesbian” You’d said, waiting for a response, and without blinking he replied.

- “I thought you were American”

Will Graham:

- Will is more confused than Hannibal, he already doesn’t understand normal conversations, so you adding ‘vines’ to it doesn’t help.

- He also hates it when you sing the guacamole song in the kitchen

- Everyday

- He walks in, sees you singing it and walks out

- He will watch vines with you if you ask him, because it gives him a chance to cuddle with you

- You were in the kitchen once, making packet mac n cheese because it had been too much effort to cook, and Will had came up behind you, resting a head on your shoulder as you stirred.

- “Hey Will?” You asked, and he hummed in response

- You stirred the mac n cheese so it made a wet sound

- “That’s what good pussy sounds like”

Margot Verger:

- Margot has definitely seen vines before

- She’d sworn one day and you’d turn around and said

- “Watch yo profanity” 

- She’d turned to you and raised her brow, before laughing

- You’d been in the store and she turned to you seeing you had a handful of random stuff

- “Put all the candy back I’m not buying you all that mess”

- You threw the lightest item at her, hitting her in the chest

- “Don’t try me bitch” 

- After that you both burst out laughing

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[darling-i-read-it]

Barbera

4x03

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist (my season 4 version)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: death, murder, detailed description of dead bodies, cannablism, ptsd

Author’s Note: I don’t know besties i just. . . . enjoy lmao

Summary: Miriam Lass talks to Jack about Hannibal’s escape. You have another person over for dinner.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

(not my gif)

Miriam never thought she would get back into the field. She figured she would never want to. It seemed stupid, going back to the exact place that made her unravel for so many years. It was a trigger, no matter how much she wanted it before.

She never thought she would find herself here, back in Jack Crawford's office. From the look on his face, he didn’t imagine he would find her here either.

“I really don’t think you should be in on this. You’re too close,” he said. He looked up at her, setting his pen down on the desk. She seemed smaller than she had all those years ago. They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger but Jack was wondering if what didn’t kill Miriam just made her more skittish.

“I could say the same thing about you.” Jack shook his head.

“Hannibal got the best of you once-”

“So he won’t do it again,” she argued. Her voice betrayed her. There was worry laced in it, worry that had only grown in the pit of her stomach since she learned Hannibal had gotten out. “I have to put him back where he belongs. I have to take the power back.” “Alana let you in to see him while he was incarcerated. That wasn’t enough power for you?” “That was ordered by my physiatrist. This I’m doing for me,” she explained.

“You’ve only been back in the field for a month. This is a high level case, even if you hadn’t been involved in it.” She shook her head, putting her hands flat on his desk. She stared down at him. His voice was still scratchy, like the neck wound had taken away his ability to speak with authority. Maybe that was what gave her the confidence to say what she wanted to say.

“Hannibal Lector does not leave loose ends. He’ll come back and kill you. He’ll kill Doctor Bloom, Margot Verger, me. And if he doesn’t, his pet Grahams will. I need to be involved in this to protect myself,” she explained evenly. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

Jack leaned back in his chair and let out a shaky sigh.

===

Dinner was a natural occurrence at the Lector household. It was an event, especially if there were guests over. Hannibal enjoyed putting on a show. Even if it was just the four of you, he tended to put on a suit, make sure the three of you had your finest clothes on.

He personally sought out dinner guests. For food, sure. But more importantly, for someone to witness his grandeur. He adored showing off.

Tonight was no different.

Maria Espisito had a glass of barbera wine, standing in front of one of the many paintings in the home. You stood on one side of her, Bedelia on the other side. Bedelia’s hair was perfectly curled. You had done it yourself. It was Hannibal who picked out the dark blue dress though. He had picked out your red one. It complimented the blood on your hands.

“Do you know the artist?” Maria questioned. You took a sip of your wine, shaking your head.

“Mateo picked them out. He’s the cook, the decorator,” you said simply, smiling.

“We’re decorations,” Bedelia said quietly. Maria raised an eyebrow, turning to her. “He picked us out.” Your smile thinned.

“He has good taste,” you stated.

Hannibal and Will were in the kitchen, finishing up dinner. Will helped plate. It was the only thing he was allowed to do.

“Can you go grab Y/N?” Hannibal asked. “She does a wonderful glaze.” Will nodded simply and walked into the other room where you were standing.

“Bella, a moment.” You turned over to him and gave a nod. You smiled once at Maria.

“Excuse me.”

You walked swiftly into the kitchen, leaving Bedelia alone with Maria. She was shaking. She looked over at Maria. She couldn’t remember if she had been able to send that letter. It had been the only thing on her mind for days. She remembers the feel of it under her fingers. Rough, delicate. Maria could help her.

“Maria-” Bedelia started, turning to her but was quickly cut off by Hannibal returning to the room.

“Dinner is served!” The three of you came in with the dishes, setting them at the table. Maria clapped gently, walking to the head of the table.

“This looks absolutely stunning,” she said, italian accent thick.

“Mangiamo,” Hannibal said, putting his hands together. The five of you sat down, Bedelia closest to Maria, beside Hannibal. You sat across from her, Will across from Hannibal. “Thank you for coming tonight Maria. It’s wonderful to have company.”

“I imagine you have plenty of that,” she mused. You breathed heavily through your nose. You made eye contact with Will. You had been having a tough time regardless, you didn’t need someone coming into your home making assumptions of your living situation no matter how unconventional it may be. Will swallowed the bite he was taking and put down his fork.

“What might that mean?” he asked, voice dry.

“Nothing harmful,” Maria assured. Will’s hand wrapped around the steak knife. Her eyes went down and she cut the dish, taking a bite of it.

“It can be odd but I assure you, it’s normal,” Hannibal said easily. You nodded gently. Maria’s eyes remained on Will’s hand that was gripping the steak knife rather hard. You hadn’t even noticed. Maria swallowed hard.

“I wonder,” she said, “what pills you are taking Sofia,” she mused. “You seem quite out of it. Are you alright?” Bedelia’s eyes went wide. She wasn’t touching the food. “You seem to have lost your appetite.”

“My husband's cooking isn’t my favorite,” she said weakly. Will raised his knife and went to throw it. It missed her by mere centimeters. She reached forward, grabbing Bedelia. You all stood up, taking a step back. She had a knife to Bedelia’s throat.

“What is this?” she hissed.

“Maria, this is dinner, nothing more,” Hannibal said. “I’m sorry Angello got a little rash. He’s had an awful couple of weeks.” Maria was shaking, unintentionally drawing blood from Bedelia’s neck.

“Please,” Bedelia whispered. “This is not my family.” But Maria was too scared to care.

“Let me go in peace,” she hissed. Hannibal had a knife in his hand now. You had stepped back to Will who had his hand on your chest to keep you to him. Hannibal raised the knife at lightning speed and threw it.

Thud.

There was a long silence. You were breathing heavily. Hannibal had not a hair displaced but his face was disheveled. Will couldn’t see past your shoulder. You took a step forward and looked down at Maria, a knife in between her eyes.

Bleeding out at her side was Bedelia Du Maurier. Her eyes were glossed over, parts of her neck tendons out in the open. Blood pooled around her head.

===

Freddie nodded, scribbling on her notepad.

“You said Bella? As in pretty?” she questioned.

“Yes. Her name was not Y/N when she was checked in,” the doctor explained. Freddie closed her notepad and gave the doctor a thin lipped smile.

“You’re sure you can’t tell me what happened to her? Like how she was crushed by water?”

“Ma’am I can’t.” She nodded.

“Worth a shot.”

Freddie had checked every single hospital around the house where Francis Dolarhydes body was found. She showed the pictures around every single one and finally got a hit. Took long enough. Now she had to find a Bella in Italy. That wasn’t going to be hard at all.

Her phone rang in her pocket as she walked down the hospital halls. She was the most radiant thing there, her bright red hair juxtaposed with the white walls. She put the phone to her ear.

“Freddie Lounds.”

“Freddie? This is Alana Bloom.” Freddie’s walk slowed to a stop, her chin raised in curiosity.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Alana was silent for a moment. They had never been friends. They had worked together really only once, when they were putting an article out to bait Dolarhyde.

“I understand you’re investigating where Hannibal’s gone.” “You understand correctly. Let me guess, you want to know what I’ve found. Well you can read about that tomorrow on tattlecrime.com.” Alana let out a sigh.

“I know you’re further than Jack is. I’m calling to ask you to keep me in the loop. I want to know the second Hannibal steps foot back in the states again.”

“What makes you think he will?”

“He can’t resist a good revenge story,” Alana said calmly.

“Who’s revenge do you think he’s going to enact?”

“Does it matter?”

===

Jack sat on the plane, scrolling through his iPad. He pursed his lips, shaking his head.

So far, all we know is that Dr Lecter and the rest of the murder throuple has snatched Bedelia Du Maurier, who was Hannibal’s former victim, bride and therapist. I think it’s about time someone other than the incompetant FBI finds out where they’ve run off to.

Freddie Lounds was ever the nuisance in his side. He just had to hope she wasn’t going anywhere near Florence.

“She’s impeding the investigation,” Jack muttered.

“From what I understand, she’s never not impeding an investigation,” Theadore said stiffly. He had Bedelia’s letter in his hands. Her handwriting was messier than usual. It had taken him a painstaking long time trying to find out what it said. But now that he knew, he was glad he had taken the plane ticket to Florence with Hannibal.

“You’re right.” Jack turned off his iPad and turned to Theadore. “Understand anything more?” Theodore shook his head.

“I’ve been reading it over and over again. All she says is that she’s in Florence, that Hannibal has her and she’s tired. In so many words.” Jack took the letter from him.

“Hannibal has me in Florence with his pets.” He squinted. “Please come before I am too tired to hold on,” he read. “She could have elaborated more.”

“I doubt she had much time,” Theadore said. “Do you think we’ll find her?”

“Someone will,” Jack said. “If we don’t find her, we’ll find one of them.”

===

You felt like your hand hadn’t stopped shaking for weeks. There was too much going on in your brain. You had to shake your entire body to let out the emotions that were harboring inside your chest. You stared at yourself in the mirror.

Slowly you reached up and took out your earrings. Will walked in behind you.

“You need to talk to me,” he stated.

“I don’t have to do anything.” You looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had his hands in his pockets, hair perfectly curled. You loved him. You loved being beside him. But that love wasn’t enough to overpower the rest of it. The rest of the emotions.

“You would have told me to talk to you,” he breathed.

“He’s here.”

“Who?”

“Jack Crawford,” you said. You turned around. “I saw it on tattlecrime. He and Bedelia’s cousin are in Florence.” You started to leave the room but Will raised his hand, grabbing your arm.

“Where are you going?”

“To finish what I started.”

“No.”

“You act like we aren’t already evil. What will one more thing do? One more death? Hannibal is going to cook Bedelia for dinner tomorrow. Next week she’ll be gone. Then he can cook Jack Crawford.” Will took a step back, shaking his head.

“I don’t think I know who you are anymore,” he whispered.

You walked out of the room. Hannibal was waiting for you in the dining room.

“You aren’t leaving,” he said. “Not yet.”

“If I eliminate the problem now, we can live in peace. Let me do this.” “I won’t. It isn’t you.”

“Who are you to say?”

“I am the person who made your monster,” Hannibal said evenly. “You won’t leave this home today.” You stared at each other. There seemed to be so many things going on in that room.

“Will you miss her?” you questioned.

“Yes. In my own way. Her death had no beauty.” “Jack’s will.”

You stomped past him into the kitchen. You weren’t leaving tonight. Will looked to Hannibal.

“She’s losing herself,” Will said.

“She lost herself long ago,” Hannibal said. “Though I agree. She could be reckless.”

“I miss her and she isn't even gone.” Hannibal put his hand on Will’s back.

“She’ll come back to us. In her own time, in her own way.”

“You say that like you aren’t planning a backup in case she loses her mind.”

===

Miriam sat at Jack’s desk like he was there. She looked at the cork board of suspects, the papers upon papers of information. She had been sifting through it for what felt like hours. He had left for Florence hours ago but left all of this information.

He had left this for her.

She had to go to Florence. She couldn’t tell him, she could barely tell the FBI. But if she could just get to Hannibal before him...that would be it. That would be enough.

4x04

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