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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Family Affairs:

Hannibal Family Pt. 9: @iloveslasher @charliedawn

Hannibal’s POV:

It had been a few weeks since I started hypnosis therapy on Newt, and things were going well. They seemed happy, and Peter was more than happy. In fact, this was probably the happiest I’d seen him in a while. His anxiety had decreased significantly. He still stuttered quite a bit, but he didn’t fidget as much. Almost always holding Newt’s hand.

I was a tad worried about the Codependency issue that was rearing it’s head, and so was Morgan. Morgan took family a little more seriously than Kevin did, and therefore was fiercely protective. He’d check in on them when they were at home. Even though I assured him it was unnecessary.

Today was a rare day, visitation day with Hannibal Sr. Everyone was already downstairs for breakfast except for the youngest two.

“Late for breakfast again.” Morgan commented .

I chuckled under my breath, preparing the tofu scramble for the others.

“I bet they’re canoodling.”

“Kevin, don’t be crude.”

Kevin rolled his eyes and as punishment I made him set the table.

“You have to be on your best behaviour today, we’re visiting your father.”

“What are we doing with the kid?” Morgan asked curiously.

“They’re coming with us. Hannibal will want to meet them. Since they live here now. I’m sure he won’t be to pleased that I didn’t talk to him first, but he did put me in charge while he’s in prison.” I explained calmly.

Kevin snickered under his breath. I could tell the boy was going to be a handful today. He grew antsy when he didn’t kill for too long. It was like an impulse he couldn’t control. To break up the conversation, Peter finally came down.

“You’re late.” I stated simply.

“Sorry-“ he began.

“Sorry Hannibal, it was my fault, couldn’t find a sweater to wear this morning and I asked Peter for his help.” Newt jumped in to his rescue.

Something they did a lot, when they thought he was in trouble. They sheltered him in a way. As if they were scared to disappoint him.

“And you settled on that?” Kevin asked.

They frowned.

“My sister gave me this sweater.” They frowned.

Morgan’s head perked up at that. We were all thinking the same thing.

“Sister?” He asked.

They nodded.

“Before she left for college she gave me some of her old clothes.”

“You’ve never spoken about her before.” I said, placing the food down before them.

“You never asked.”

“I didn’t know about her either” Peter said defeated.

“I can tell you guys about her if you want. I didn’t think any of you would care.” They said honestly.

“Only if you wish to my dear.”

They shrugged.

“I’d rather hear about Hannibal Sr. You said we’re going to visit him today right?”

“Yes, and what did I tell you?”

“Stay behind you, be quiet, only speak when spoken to, and be polite.” The reiterated.

“Good.”

“Are you scared?” Kevin tried to rile them up.

“Why would I be?”

“Because he’s an evil murderous Cannibal.” Kevin spoke.

I rolled my eyes at his antics. Newt blinked, starring at him. Well, not staring, they always avoided eye contact, but they starred in his general direction.

“So- so are you, Kevin. Kevin did you forget what you’re eating right now? I’m not stupid, I know that why Hannibal always gives me Peter’s food.” They said.

Kevin chuckled darkly, apparently achieving what he was aiming for with that comment.

“Unless you’re suggesting your Father is going to break out of prison and eat me, I don’t understand why I should be concerned.”

“Who knows, maybe he will.”

Kevin shoved some breakfast sausage into his mouth, staring at them intently.

“Kevin, stop trying to scare the poor thing. It’s not going to work.” Morgan scolded his brother.

“Yeah, dad would never!” Peter chimed it.

“Kevin, I do hope you realise you’re not going to be rid of me that easily. Hannibal has expected me into this house, unless he kicks me out you’re kinda stuck with me.” They said.

I smiled at how kindly they referred to me. They’d grown to trust me more. And see this place as their home already. We just need Seniors approval of the young child. But I think they fit in perfectly with our messed up little family. Peter certainly enjoys no longer being the youngest.

“Kevin does somewhat have a point, you have to-“

“Be on my best behaviour. Yes, Hannibal, I know. I do listen when you talk. Unlike somebody” they glanced at Kevin.

I wasn’t too concerned, this is how Kevin acted with Peter when he first got here. Always pushing and testing, seeing if they’re worthy.

“I promise to show the utmost respect to your father. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.”

I couldn’t help the small smile that broke onto my face. I often thought Peter’s mannerisms where cute, being he was the shyest of all of us. But Newt was ten fold, adorable in a way that shouldn’t be possible for someone who’s witnessed the things they have.

“No needles.” Peter mumbled.

They rolled their eyes at him.

“Scaredy cat.” They joked.

The rest of breakfast went off without a hitch. Morgan Insisted on going ahead in his own car. Kevin, Newt and Peter rode with me. The car ride was silent, Kevin staring out the window, and Peter and Newt using their headphones to watch some sort of video in the back seat.

I looked through the review and could see Newt play with the end of their hair. A nervous tic they had. I offered them a small smile as they met my eyes in the mirror. They gave one in return. As we pulled up I put the car in park.

“Are you all ready to go in?”

Kevin gave me a shrug, Peter and Newt both nodded.They walked slowly behind Peter, holding onto his hand for comfort. Kevin made a noise of disgust and pushed past them to get ahead of us. I’m not sure why he was in such a mood today but I’d have to discuss it with him later. Things were going smoothly at first. We got all checked in, and I explained to the guards that Newt was family, so they should be added to the visitation registration.

I asked them to wait outside as I went in to greet Hannibal and Morgan. Peter rubbed his hand gentle against the back of their hand. Morgan seemed quite content with the alone time he got with his father, smiling brightly by the time I got there.

“Why hello Hannibal, father was just telling me about this new book he read.” Morgan greeted.

“Lovely.”

“Hello Jr. Morgan says you have news.” He said flatly.

“Yes. Morgan.” I said.

He got the cue to leave.

“Send the others in in about fifteen minuets.” I instructed.

He nodded and ducked out of the room, the guards quickly locking the doors again.

“Please do tell, you know how much I hate to waste time.”

“I know I’m supposed to run things by you, but there was a situation that needed to be handled and I didn’t have time to come to you first.”

“Oh?”

“We have a new family member, the paper work is still going through, but they will be a Lecter. Legally.”

“And you think they are worthy of such a title.”

“Yes, they’ve proven themself. Peter has taken a great liking to them and it would be cruel to separate them now.”

“And how is he, Peter. Still refusing to eat meat?”

“Yes. He still uncomfortable about it, he and Newt often eat together in his room for meal time.”

“Newt?”

“My apologies Father, the child I’ve adopted. Peter’s friend. Their name is Newt.”

“How peculiar. Have you brought them with you?”

“Of course, I wanted them to meet you. I felt it was important.”

“We’ll then, bring them in. That would make them my Grandchild would it not? The first.”

“As you wish.” I said.

They would be in soon with Morgan anyway. As the door opened, Kevin was the first to make it to us, eager as always to say hello. Then Morgan, and Peter and Newt trailed behind. Newt stayed firmly behind Peter, keeping their eyes on the ground. Hannibal said his hellos to everyone and stopped when he got to them.

“And who do we have here?” He asked.

They looked up, faltering slightly. Shifting on their feet nervously.

“Newt, Sir. It’s lovely to meet you.” They smiled.

They had a stray hair out of place that Peter was quick to fix for them.

“Step forward.”

They did so silently, still avoiding his gaze.

“Are you nervous child?” Hannibal asked, attempting to profile them.

“Hesitant, perhaps uneasy. But not nervous…”

Hannibal hummed, leaning closer to the glass.

“Closer.” He said.

They shook their head, standing their grand.

“I’m sorry Dr Lecter, but the guards said we’re not allowed to get close to the glass. I would not wish to get kicked out and cut your time with your children short. I think I’ll stay right here, thank you.” They spoke.

Their voice was clear and certain. Like a small creature who puffed up, to try to intimidate the predator.

“You’re avoiding eye contact.” He said simply.

“I do not like peoples eyes, Sir. They aren’t very kind, they’re quite confusing actually. Too many emotions to be discovered, people suck at hiding their eyes.”

I watched carefully, trying to gauge his interaction. He did at least seem intrigued, but I could tell he wasn’t a fan of how I went about things. But what could he do? He was in prison, life had to go on while he was locked up.

“May I talk to my new grandchild alone for a while?” Hannibal asked.

Morgan gave me a look of uncertainty, and Kevin simply smirked, patting them on the back with a “good luck” that meant nothing kind.

“Are you sure that’s the best idea?” I asked.

“Are you attempting to undermine my authority Jr?”

“No.”

“Good. I simply wish to get to know them better.”

I couldn’t tell if he was lying. I let out a sigh, turning to Newt.

“We’ll be right outside if you need anything, ok?”

They nodded. Peter seemed to struggle with the order, staying back for a moment.”

“It’s ok Petey, I got this.” They smiled at him.

He let go of their hand and followed me down the long hallway.

Newt’s POV:

I felt like a field mouse, in the open desert, surrounded by vultures. I could hear the sound of the other cell mates, making crude suggestions and hollering. I winced a little, wishing I could cover my ears. It was unsavoury, but I attempted to focus on Hannibal.

He was quite intimidating in person. Peter and told me many stories, and the fact that her rescued all of them meant he did have a heart. Even if it wasn’t as open as most people’s, it wouldn’t be impossible for me to find his. I watched as they all left, feeling suddenly aware of the lack of warmth from Peter no longer being at my side. I frowned.

“You’ve taken quite a liking to him.” Hannibal spoke.

It startled me, his voice was more commanding than his sons. He chuckled slightly at that.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Peter. You seem to like him the most.”

“Yes, he is my best friend. We do everything together.” I smiled.

“Everything?” He asked curiously.

I looked back at the cameras, knowing the guards were still watching.

“Most, everything.” I corrected.

“What is it you enjoy about his company?”

“He is kind, he was the first person to talk to me at school. And he’s protective, and funny. I remember the first time he tried to tell me a joke to cheer me up. It didn’t go so well. What is it that you like about him?” I chuckled.

“Are you asking what I like about my own child?”

“I suppose I am Dr. Most parents claim to not have favorites, but you must have one, right?”

I watched as he simply stared for a second, contemplating. Reading me, just like they all did when they thought I wasn’t paying attention.

“No Dear, I love them all equally.”

“Then you must be a good father.”

Another momentary pause, as if he was deciding what approach to take.

“Do you not see where we are standing he asked?”

“If you’re insulting being in prison makes you a bad father, I would have to respectfully disagree Dr Lecter. Your children adore you, and look up to you. You make them feel safe and loved, they have a place they call home, and they all go to bed at night fed and for the most part happy. They were quite excited to come see you today, at least I know Peter was. If you were bad, they wouldn’t come visit you.” I explained.

“Quite the perceptive little thing aren’t you?” He chuckled darkly. “I see why my eldest has taken a liking to you. You remind me of that friend of his, Will, I believe his name is.”

“I’m not sure how to take that Sir, but I will assume it was a compliment. So thank you. May I ask you a question?”

He nodded as if to tell me to go ahead.

“What do you do for fun in here? It must be lonely.”

“That sounds like two questions my dear.”

“No, I believe it was a question and a statement.”

“Believe?”

“My apologises, I know.”

“That’s better. You should honestly work on your confidence if you’re going to be a Lecter.”

“Noted.”

“But to answer your question, I read.”

“Do you have any favorites?”

“Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky, I suppose. I prefer longer works.”

I hummed in response. It felt awkward, standing so far away when I wanted to get closer. I wanted to know what Peter sees in him. To experience his aura, that was all wonky from this far back. It felt impersonal and distanced, which made me sad. This was no way to meet someone who meant so much to Peter and his family.

I absentmindedly took another step forward. My mind clouding with millions of questions that I didn’t want to bombard the older man with. Hannibal did ask me to be polite after all. Another step, until I was just inches from the glass. I hadn’t spoken a single word, lost in my own head.

“Carful Deary, you’re nearly touching the glass.” Dr Lecter’s voice was low and menacing.

A sound that sent a shiver down my spine. The way he was looking at me made me uneasy. But he was right, I had gotten closer, what was I thinking. At least the guards didn’t seem upset.

“Oh.” Was all I said. Then I remembered the book I had tucked in my cardigan. “Peter wanted me to give this too you.” I said.

I looked back at the camera as if to ask for permission, when nobody came in to stop me, I reached for the little draw lock on the side of his cell. I slid the book inside, and was about to close the draw so it was back on his side, when a hand grabbed mine, from the angle I was at, the camera wouldn’t be able to see him grab onto me. Clever. He didn’t speaking, simply turning my hand over in his and looking at it intently.

He seemed to take note of the marks that littered my wrists. He pressed into one of them, and I didn’t dare speak or make a noise. Of course I was a little scared, but I would be foolish to get their father into trouble. So I kept my mouth shut and watched his every movement. As he pressed deeper, his nail gentle broke the surface of my skin, a small bead of blood forming.

He finally dropped my hand and I pulled away, pushing the draw closed and backing up a few steps, looking at my wrist then back up at him. He grabbed the book with one hand, and brought the other hand, with a drop of my blood on it, up to his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment, savouring the taste.

“Thank you, Little Lamb” Was all he said.

He was gesturing to the book, but I could tell that wasn’t what he talked about. He must be starving. Of course he was, he was a cannibal locked up in prison, he hasn’t had human meat for a long time. I sort of felt bad for him. I gave him a simple nod, pulling my cardigan down to cover my slightly bleeding wrist.

“Perhaps I shall go retrieve Peter, he’ll want to hear you thank him for the book.”

I was quick to rush out of there, the unease of the whole situation setting in. I just went to prison to visit a cannibal, and was foolish enough to allow him to get a taste of my blood. What would the others say if I told them? Perhaps it was best they didn’t know. Especially Peter, he would flip.

Peter sprung up from the bench when he saw me.

“So, how did it go?” He asked.

“I think he likes me.” I said confused.

“Oh trust me, you would know if our father didn’t like you little dove.” Morgan spoke up.

I didn’t like the way he said that. I didn’t like anything about this place at all!

An: I’ll introduce the sister next chapter I guess, I wanted to add more drama to the story so, new character! Yay! I just gotta figure them out.

#hannibal family #Hannibal lecter #Morgan Hannibal #Peter Hannibal #Kevin Hannibal #Newt Hannibal #Hannibal oc #hannibal x reader #hannibal imagine

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rocktheholygrail · 13 days

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

2x08 - “Su-zakana”

happy 10th anniversary of this episode giving us two of the most iconic lines in the entire show

#hannibal #hannibaledit #tvedit #hannibal lecter #mads mikkelsen #will graham #hugh dancy #hannigram #peter bernardone #jeremy davies #horroredit #horror #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #murder husbands #hannibal gifs #hannibal 2x08

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i can fix him (no really i can)

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Hannibal s2e09 "Shiizakana"

#will graham #peter bernardone #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #hugh dancy #jeremy davies #hannibal gifs #hannibal edit #my gif #my edit #shiizakana

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It's vulnerable. I want to help it.

#will graham #hannibal tv show #hugh dancy #abigail hobbs #peter bernardone #georgia madchen #will graham is such a great character

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evie-carnahan · 2 months

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HANNIBAL 2.08 "Su-zakana"

#hannibaledit #tvedit #hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #peter bernardone #my gifs #I love hannibal's reaction haha

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slasher-male-wife · 10 months

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Telling slashers you like 'hot old men'

I am an old man lover and enjoyer for life. I love hot old men I hope I become one when I'm older. So what better way then to make a post appreciating all of the hot old men I'm in love with. I know some of these men aren't like super old but it's still kind of old ok? We're talking an age range from 30's-50's. Also this was buried in my drafts since like April.

Includes: Doomhead, The Grabber, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Hannibal Lecter, and Bo Sinclair

Warnings: Implied kidnapping in The Grabbers section

Doomhead

He honestly thought you said something else when you first said it. You two were watching a movie together and you made a comment on how you love "hot old men".

When he asks you to repeat yourself and you confirm that you said you love hot old men he laughs. He knows he's an older man but you saying that is really funny to him.

"Are you calling me an old man, sugar?" He asks you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. After you clarify you don't mean it in a negative way he just keeps laughing quietly.

He'll bring this up from time to time when he sees fit. He honestly might play up the 'old man' act just to tease you about it even more. But he's not too offended that you said it.

The Grabber

Because you've been behaving well he decided to treat you by giving you a magazine. He sat with you in the basement while you looked through the magazine.

He noticed you lingering on a page for a bit longer than the others. He asks you about why you're still on that page. You chuckle and tell him it's because there's an actor you love on it. "I just love old men." You say casually.

He pauses for a moment before he chuckles himself. He's an older man himself and because of your recent behavior. "Is that why you've been behaving so well for me?" He asks with a smile behind his mask.

Your chuckle and smile in response is all he needs to know. He's going to start subtly showing his age to you more and more. I think he'll try to show off his hands and arms. He's going to be so cocky about this and you'll never hear the end of it.

Mark Hoffman

You and Hoffman are coworkers and you've been dropping hints to him about your attraction to him. Today you were working with Hoffman, looking over some tapes when the discussion of how long you've been in the force came up.

When Hoffman mentioned when he graduated from the police academy and made a comment about how he's old you smiled and said, "Good thing I love old men."

He laughed it off at first then got a little defensive about how he's "not that old". You explained to him that you never meant it to be rude, you just meant to say that you find older men attractive.

He just nodded his head and went back to watching the tape over. But over the next few days he kept thinking about what you said. It's the most outwardly flirty you've been with him before. When he next sees you he asks you out and you accept.

Peter Strahm

You're on a date with him after being introduced to each other by a mutual friend. He took you somewhere nice and he's driving you home. You both feel a strong connection.

He mentions how long he's been working in the FBI and makes a comment about how you must think he's so old. But when you chuckle and tell him "Don't worry, I love old men." He chuckles too.

Peter isn't too much older than you but he still finds your comment funny. He asks you why and when you talk about how older men are more mature, provide stability, and they're just hot, he smiles and puts a hand on your thigh.

He thinks about your comment for awhile after the date. The comment and how well the date went leads him to asking you out again, which you of course say yes to.

Hannibal Lecter

You met Hannibal at an opera and he found you very attractive. He invited you over for dinner later in the week and you accepted. He made sure to make an impressive meal for you, which isn't hard for him to do.

You two start talking over dinner and Hannibal talks about his career as a surgeon then as a psychiatrist. He makes a comment about how you must think he's very old and you reply with, "I don't mind at all. I love old men."

He chuckles and says he's not that old. You tell him you know that but you start talking about how you love a man who looks more mature and has his life well put together.

The dinner goes well and he invites you over again later in the month. But he can't stop thinking about your comment. He knows he's an older man but he doesn't think he's that old. But the comment doesn't get to him too much because you like him anyway.

Bo Sinclair

You're sitting with Bo in his garage while he's working on a car. You're reading an old magazine when you start to giggle. He asks you what's so funny and you talk about how hot this model is.

When you show him the model Bo talks about how he looks pretty old to which you reply with "I love old men." Bo sets down his tool and looks at you.

"Are you saying I'm old, darlin'?" He asks you. You think for a moment before you tell him no. Bo is in his early 30's and you don't really consider that old.

You have to explain to him that by "old men" you mean men in their 40's and above. Bo will tease you about this constantly. Any time you two see an older man, either it being in a movie or a victim he asks you if he's your type.

#doomhead x reader #mark hoffman x you #mark hoffman x reader #peter strahm x reader #peter strahm x you #hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter x you #hannibal lecter x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

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everdeenxmellark · 6 months

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“mama i’m in love with a criminal”

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stupidcopper · 3 months

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kevin appreciation post

#i hope i explode #will graham #peter bernardone #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal fanart #hugh dancy #jeremy davies #stupidcopperart

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charliedawn · 5 months

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What if for the hannibal family, the reader (their s/o,) comes in on them killing someone, but when one of the family members confronts them about it (thinking they're going to have to kill them because they think they're going to call the police) they say "what do you mean? I didn't see anything." With an innocent smile (also p.s. listen to the song hit it by snow Wife, remember she made American horror story-IT'S SO GOOD TOO)

You were called at the nearby police precinct to testify against a member of the Hannibal family. But, things didn’t go as planned for the policemen when you found yourself in the interrogation room and they asked you the question:

"Do you know this man ?"

Morgan Hannibal Lecter :

The photograph was unmistakably a picture of Morgan. You smiled tenderly at the image of your beloved for a second before your smile vanished and you shrugged.

"Never saw that man in my life." You then pushed the photograph back to the officers who looked at each other with a frown.

"But, you said on the phone that…" One of them started—but you quickly cut him off.

"It was a mistake. I have never seen that man in my life."

One of the officers groaned while the other smiled.

"Come on, miss/sir. He cannot hurt you in here. You can speak freely."

You restrained a laugh. If you were to ever open your mouth, no prison would be enough to protect you from Morgan’s wrath. But even without fear, you would never betray Morgan. Because you loved him. But, the officers before you couldn’t possibly understand. Who even could ? Morgan was your…everything.

"I have nothing else to say…" You said with a polite smile. "I was wrong. Sorry for wasting your time."

A few minutes later :

You went out of the precinct and started walking away. But before you could turn at the corner, two arms wrapped around you from behind and you felt familiar lips on your neck.

"Morgan. You didn’t have to come pick me up. I could have—"

Before you could finish that sentence, his lips were on yours. He kissed you for a while before smiling and kissing your hands next and holding them against his chest.

"I know, my love. I wanted to…Now, come on. Let’s go home."

Kevin Hannibal Lecter:

Kevin was a wanted fugitive, his face had ran on TV for years and you knew better than to ask what had really happened. You doubted it would your opinion on him—but you loved him too much to say anything.

Until one day, his past came knocking at your door.

Two FBI agents were standing there and asked you to follow them. You frowned, but complied nonetheless. You were then brought to the precinct and interrogated there.

"Do you know this man ?" You looked at the picture of Kevin and but back a laugh. They clearly hadn’t taken his good side.

"Nope. Never seen that guy in my life." You replied confidently and one of the agents frowned.

"Are you sure ? Could you take another look, please ? That man is responsible for the deaths of many people. It would really be great to catch him before he makes another victim…"

You almost snorted. What did you look like ? A snitch ? An idiot ? Was it written 'community service' on your forehead ? Were they expecting you to do their job ?

"Nah. Ain’t never seen that bastard in my life. Hope you catch him though. All my good wishes to you…" And with that, you were gone.

On your way back home, you sat down on a bench and sighed. Deep down, you knew it was wrong and that Kevin was probably not a good guy and deserved to rot in jail…But, you couldn’t. You simply couldn’t set yourself on condemning him. Because, you loved him.

You were momentarily startled when someone suddenly sat down next to you and hugged you tightly.

"I knew it ! I knew that the family was wrong to doubt you ! Come here, babe."

Kevin kissed you deeply and you were momentarily stunned by his eagerness before responding in kind.

Yeah…You knew he wasn’t a good guy. But, honestly ? Did it really matter ? He was good to you.

Peter Hannibal Lecter :

When the agents showed you Peter’s picture, you almost broke face as you noticed his innocent carefree smile. He seemed so happy. Such a lovely picture…You wished he could still smile at you like this. But, his smile wasn’t the same now…You held back your tears as you looked up at the agents.

"I am sorry. Who is this ?"

The agents looked at each other before sighing.

"We received a call telling us that this individual has been spotted around your neighbourhood not too long ago. Have you seen him recently ?"

You leaned forward and pretended to think about it before offering an apologetic smile to the officers. Peter was not someone you could snitch on. He was your precious little man and you would never betray him.

"No, sir. I am afraid I have never seen this man before…"

The agents didn’t seem to really believe you, but they had no reason to keep you and they had many other neighbours to interrogate. But, there was something about your smile that made them suspicious of you. They suspected that your innocence was but a façade…But, they finally released you.

You went back home and the moment the door was closed, you felt his arms wrap around you and pin you to the door.

"P-Peter ?" You asked. He didn’t answer. He only bent down and picked you up before kissing you passionately. His family had warned him, told him you would betray him at the first opportunity. They had told him you didn’t really love him. But, here you were…back into his arms. And now, he was certain you were loyal to him and he couldn’t wait to show you how much he loved you.

"I am never letting you out of my sight again."

Hannibal Jr. Lecter :

There was no questioning your loyalty to Hannibal Jr. Lecter. No one would be foolish enough to attack him anyway. He had them all in the palm of his hand. But, what you both hadn’t expected was for the police department to go after you. They couldn’t go after the Hannibal family, but they could go after you. You had more than once helped Hannibal Jr. get rid of the bodies and one time…You were caught.

You both tried to run. But, there was nowhere to run. You were cornered on a pier and with no way out. You both knew you going to get caught and that one of you were gonna take the fall.

"This is it, my love."

He said before pulling you into a tight hug and kissing the top of your head. He could see the police cars surrounding the both of you and suddenly held you in a head lock with a knife against your throat. Anyone else would take it as betraying, but not you. You knew there were no other way.

"…I would die for you." You said and looked him in the eyes with nothing but pure adoration in your gaze.

"I know, my darling. I know." He replied before kissing your temple lovingly as the sound of police sirens and angry shouts started blaring around you. But, you could only see or hear Hannibal as he said.

"I love you."

And in a matter of seconds, he had pushed you out of the way and into the water.

"NOOOO !" You screamed and tried to get back to him, but it was too late. Bullets started flying and before you knew it, he was on the ground. You swam as fast as you possibly could and he started crawling towards you with his hand outstretched as you quickly grabbed it.

"Why, my love ? Why ?" You asked—your tears mixing with the salty water slowly rolling down your cheeks—and he replied with a bloody smile.

"I had to. I cannot let you pay for my crimes. I won’t let another loved one be punished for my sake. I have lost…too much."

He had lost all his past lovers. For once, Hannibal Jr. would save one instead of protecting himself or his so-called family honour. And even as he was grabbed by the police and he was dragged away from you. Even as you screamed and shouted for them to let him go, he was smiling. At least…He had finally managed to save one.

Hannibal Sr. Lecter :

You denied all of the agents’ calls. You knew what would happen to you. You didn’t even show up when they asked you to come to the precinct. And even the idea of testifying against Hannibal Sr. in Court made your legs wobble in fear.

You couldn’t do it.

Finally, on the day of the trial, one of the FBI agents came to his cell and asked.

"We called. We searched. We tried everything to make Mr./Mrs. L/N testify against you. But, so far no luck. She/He is simply TERRIFIED of you. What have you done to them, you sadistic fuck ?"

Hannibal Sr. only smirked knowingly as he licked his thumb to change pages in his book before shrugging.

"You thought she/he would betray me ? Oh poor naive FBI agent." Hannibal Sr. grinned before looking up at the FBI agent with a knowing gleam in his eyes. "My wife/husband is no snitch. I trained her/him better than that."

True devotion. He had spent years drilling his values into your skull. You wouldn’t break, because Hannibal Sr. had broken you first. It was the reason you were his spouse. He had educated and tamed you so well that the sole notion of conscience had been stripped away from you. You lived for him. You breathed for him. And he knew that you had become so dependent on him that you would NEVER betray him. He had made sure of that.

He hummed quietly to himself before returning to his reading—unbothered. He would soon be with you again. He couldn’t wait. He couldn’t wait to make you scream his name so loud that you wouldn’t even dare speak up again….

He turned another page with a malicious smirk.

"~All good things come to those who wait."

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Please the Patriarch:

An: genuinely I’ve written so much I don’t even know what part this is, I gotta go through or organise everything 😂

Tag: @charliedawn @iloveslasher @myers-meadow-selfship

Hannibal Jr’s POV:

There had been an incident down at the prison last night and I woke up to a phone call at six in the morning. I was quick to answer it.

“Hello, yes this is he. Oh really? Thank you for letting me know. I can be there in less than an hour.”

I sighed, running my hands over my face. They were moving my father to a different building. Supposedly one of the inmates broke out and tried to kill him, obviously that didn’t end well for the inmate who was now missing his nose. I took a quick shower, rushing my routine as I would have to call a few clients and cancel today. As I made my way to the kitchen, I was surprised to find someone already awake.

“Newt?”

They didn’t respond, so I drew closer.

“Mx Newt.” I tried again.

I seemed to have startled them out of whatever trance they were in, because they almost fell out of their chair. I was quick to offer my hand to steady them.

“Hey, sorry. Umm, what time is it?”

“6:12”

I raised a brow at their odd behaviour, watching their eyes widen.

“Oh.”

“Why are you awake?” I asked.

“Didn’t fall asleep yet.” They shrugged.

I frowned.

“Sleep is-“

“Very important to growing minds, yes I know Hannibal. I didn’t do it on purpose. I just can’t sleep recently. Are you off to work this early?”

I shook my head no.

“Something happened down at the prison.”

“Oh no, is your father ok?” They asked, genuine worry in their town.

I wasn’t aware they’d grown affections for him, considering they’ve only met the once. I made myself a cup of coffee, setting a small amount aside for them. Normally I wouldn’t support someone their age drinking caffeine, but I had a feeling they wouldn’t go to bed after I left, so they’d be needing it. I didn’t have time to make a real breakfast, so I grabbed a protein bar, and gave them an apple.

“Oh, thank you.” The smiled at me. “Umm, Hannibal, would you like me to go with you?”

I was surprised by their question.

“I’m not exactly sure a prison is the best place for you to be spending your time.”

“But going alone can be quite stressful, I know you don’t like change in your routine.”

I smiled at them. They were quite a polite child. I’m a few more weeks the adoption paperwork would official be done, and they would become one of us. Part of the family. The invitation was extended to their sister, who it seemed a Morgan had grown quite fond of. Spending a lot of his time driving back and forth to the college after work. He was hardly around right now, but that’s what young love did to a boy.

“You don’t have to come with me.”

“I don’t have school today and Peter wasn’t feeling well earlier so he kicked me out of his room so I don’t get sick.”

“Peter isn’t feeling well?”

They shook their head.

“I don’t think it’s anything serious, just a little sniffle.”

“We’ll then I suppose we should pick him up some medication on the way home.”

I watched their eyes light up, as realisation hit them.

“Yeah, yeah, let me go get dress, give me three minutes.”

Normally I didn’t allow running in the house, but who was I to squash their joy right now. It warmed my heart that they wanted to visit my father again. I thought for sure he’d scared them off last time. They came down wearing a little brown suit that appeared to be suede, and a lemon yellow under shirt. They flicked their hair out of the collar as they came back to the kitchen.

“You look nice.”

“Thanks, I’d say the same but you always look nice.” The laughed lightly.

There wasn’t much laughter in this house, and it was a nice change of pace. We sat in a comfortable silence for the first fifteen minuets of the drive. They watched the trees out the window for the most part.

“Hey Hannibal?”

“Yes?”

“Would you mind if I played some music? It’s a little too quiet and the sound of the air vents is making me dizzy.”

What an odd way to describe such a small sound. I hadn’t even noticed they were on until they said something.

“Don’t worry, I won’t play anything bad.” They quickly followed.

I gave them a quick nod as I watched them fiddle with the Aux chord Peter had put in my car. He also hated sitting in silence. It was funny how alike the two teens were. I was pleasantly surprised when they started playing something I knew.

“Sergei Prokofiev?” I asked.

They hummed lightly.

“He’s one of my favourites.”

I listened to the symphony peacefully. It was a rather nice piece. A few more song played before I brought the car to a stop.

“Alright, stay by my side, do you understand?”

“Yes sir”

“Good. Hopefully this will be a quick trip.”

They stayed behind me as we went inside and greeted the lady at the front desk. She gave us our visitor badges and a few guards escorted us to my fathers new cell. It was secluded and away from any other inmates. Perhaps he’d finally get some peace and quiet. I grabbed the book I’d brought out of my trench coat pocket.

“Dante’s Inferno?”

“You’ve read it?”

“Not yet, I’ve always wanted to though. It’s nice that you and your father share a similar taste in literature.”

“It’s is, isn’t it? Perhaps he will let you read it when he is done.”

They gave me a bright smile. The holding cell was all thick bulletproof glass, so the cameras could watch him from all angels. I cursed under my breath, it we certainly be more difficult if he wanted to attempt to escape from this one. There were only small slots where they were pass him his food.

“Hello Father.”

“Hello Jr. I see you’ve brought the child with you.”

“Good morning Doctor Lecter!” They greeted softly.

“You should speak up child.”

“My apologises.” They said a little louder.

I could tell they were nervous, the fidgeted with the hem of their suit jacket.

“How are you feeling, Hannibal explained to me what happened.”

“I’m quite fine child. Though I must admit I was caught off guard. And now, I’m essentially being punished for defending myself.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What do you have there?” My father turned his attention back to me.

“I brought you another book, they said you were still allowed to have them, as long as there where no hard covers.”

I moved over to the slot and slid it through to my father.

“Interesting choice my boy.”

I gave him a small smile. Being in prison much feel like the nine circles of hell sometimes. I was glad it wasn’t me who was on the other side of that glass.

“How are the boys?” He asked.

“Peter is feeling a little under the weather, but Newt and I will bring him medicine and soup on the way home. Kevin is well, Kevin, you know how he is-“

“That I do. And Morgan?”

“Morgan is visiting the college where my sister attends today. He wanted to bring her a home cooked meal for lunch.”

“I wasn’t aware you had siblings.”

“Sibling, just the one.” They corrected.

I must admit, that was rather bold of them. Not even Peter dared to correct our father.

“Her name is Serenity, she’s studying law. Morgan and her a great friends.”

“Friends?” He asked amused.

“I do believe Morgan shares some affections for the girl. But I approve of her, she’s polite, intellectual and loyal.”

“All good traits to have. I would be rather interested to meet her.”

“We’ll she’s very busy with school, but I will send a letter to ask. She’s met everyone else already. Though I don’t think Kevin or Peter like her much.”

My father chuckled.

“Kevin doesn’t like anybody, my dear. And how are you doing today?”

“I’m fine.” The shrugged, “a bit bored is all. But Hannibal let me come with him today so this is nice.”

“Perhaps you should ascertain a hobby.”

“Morgan did say he would teach me about the circulatory system when he got home today. Does learning count as a hobby?”

“I suppose it does. You’re interested in medicine?”

“Blood, mostly. But the rest is rather fascinating as well.”

My father gave me a knowing look. I do think he likes them.

“Oh, Father, I came to tell you Newt’s adoption should be finalised before the end of the month.”

“Congratulations my dear. It’s a difficult venture to win the heart of my son. And Congratulations to you too Hannibal. You’ve taken so good care of my boys, I have no doubt you’ll be an excellent parent.”

“Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you!”

I heard the sound of the door click.

“I do believe our time is up I’m afraid. You take care dear, Hannibal.”

He nodded to each of us.

“Please do try to stay out of trouble Father.”

“Goodbye Doctor Lecter!”

Newt waved as the followed me out the door. The ride back was much the same as the ride there. Expect for the few stops we had to make to get supplies for Peter.

“Would you like to help me with the soup?”

“Of course. I’ve never made this kind before, what is it again?”

“Curried sweet potato and chickpea soup. It makes up for the proteins Peter lacks in his diet. Well the diet the both of you share I suppose.”

“It’s sounds amazing.”

It was nice getting to spend some one on one time with them, outside of a clinical setting. They seemed to fit in quite nicely here. Things were all going to plan for once, which was a great relief. I watched as they rolled up their sleeves and tied an apron around their waste.

“Shall we?” They asked.

“We shall.”

An: a bit shorter than normal but I’ve been sick for the whole week so I don’t have much an edgy right now. Hope you enjoyed it none the less.

#newt lector #hannibal au #Hannibal lecter #hannibal family #Peter Hannibal #Morgan Hannibal #Kevin Hannibal

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