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The Twist (Will Graham)

Description: Hannibal meets Will's wife that he didn't know Will had. He figures out the dark reason why Will kept her a secret.

Word count: 2,555k

He shot up in sweat panting hard, his body shaking as he panted and looked around. He constantly had nightmares about the cases he was investigating. It never got better for him. “Will, are you okay?” She asked, sitting up with him and rubbing his sweaty back. That was until she came along. His beautiful Y/N. She made everything better for him. Sure he still had nightmares but she calmed him after. “Yeah, just another one.” He said, referring to his ongoing terror. She had gotten used to it all. After all they’ve been together for years she even had a ring on her finger. “You’re okay.” She told him. They laid back down in the bed together. He let out a sigh and pulled the girl to his chest. 

Hannibal was in awe at the sight before him. He made dinner and invited Will over and Will brought a guest that wasn’t a co-worker but a woman. The woman was young, maybe 25 ish. She was beautiful and had a ring on her finger. Not just any ring but a wedding ring. He knew Will wasn’t married so why did he bring this woman to their dinner. It was then he looked at Will’s hands and saw a matching ring. Hannibal wasn’t one to be shocked but certainly was at this point. The woman and Will engaged in a deep conversation in front of him as he observed while getting the food ready. She wore a smile as the man talked. Her eyes lit up and she did look in love.

Hannibal could see that smile never grew all the way and her eyes weren’t that lit. “Well nice to meet you..” He trailed off not knowing her name. “Y/N Graham.” She said. Hannibal smiled at her. “Didn’t know Will had a wife.” He said as he eyed Will. Will looked nervous but why? “Yeah we’ve been married for 3 years.” She said. Will was older than her that Hannibal knew. She was 22 when they got married and 20 when they had began dating. Will was 14 years older than her. Hannibal was fascinated by what Y/N was saying. “You’re a very good cook.” She tells the man. He thanked her but couldn’t get passed the fact that Will was married. And why would he hide it? 

Hannibal saw more of her as the days went on. Observing her every move. She seemed to calm Will when things got bad. Though Hannibal couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going on. “So you have a wife and I’m just now knowing about it.” He confronted Will. “Yeah well I wanted to keep her out of my work.” Will said sipping the wine. “What work? I’m your physiatrist Will a friend even.” Will shrugged at his response. He didn’t talk about her much even when Hannibal already knew. He seemed to be avoiding the subject like it was a secret still. Hannibal decided to drop the topic and move on but kept the thought of how Will acted about her in the back of his mind. 

Will had just killed someone. He had been having these dark thoughts for awhile but he actually did it. The dogs were going wild as he killed what looked like a human dressed as an animal. Y/N shot up from their bed and looked to see that Will wasn’t in the bed. The dogs barked loudly as she got up to see what was going on. She gasped as she saw Will panting and someone on the ground. “Will?” She called out to him. He faced her with a dark look in his eyes, one she remembered seeing before. “You weren’t supposed to see that.” He tells her and walks up to her. Her body was shaking in fear and she almost ran up the stairs away from him. But she knew better than to do that. He pulled her into his chest as he sighed. She managed to relax some in his arms. “It was self defense baby, he was going to kill me.” He whispered. She sighed and fell deeper into him. Maybe everything would be alright. 

Hannibal stared at the body that Will brought him. It was the latest killer. He looked at Will and saw darkness in his eyes. Will enjoyed killing him. It was in that moment that Hannibal knew Will had a dark side that his little wife was part of. “You wanna talk about it?” 

Will’s hands were shaking as he sighed. He never told a soul about what happened. He couldn’t believe he was about to tell Hannibal. He started at the beginning of when they met:

It was 5 years ago at the store a cliche type deal. He saw her looking at dog food and deciding which one to get. She looked focused. Too focused to notice Will staring at her. “Do you need some help?” He asked her. She looked at him and smiled. At that moment he knew he was in love. “You have dogs?” She asked. He nodded. “Yeah lots of them.” He tells her. He didn’t get her name that day but he secretly followed her through the store and saw what car she got into. He kept track of her after that. He knew her every move. Where she worked, what she ate and her special coffee order she would get every morning. He felt bad about what he was doing but he wasn’t going to take rejection.

Which is how she ended up tied to a chair in his basement. She was knocked out with tape covering her mouth. He sat in a chair across from her watching her for what felt like hours before she woke. She groaned as she slowly opened her eyes adjusting to the light. He watched as she looked at him and her eyes widen. “Hello beautiful.” He smiled. She remembered him. He helped her pick out dog food. She didn’t know his name. But he tied her to this chair in a basement? She didn’t care to know anything about him. “You were asleep for awhile.” He says and pushes his chair closer to her. Her eyes held the widen stare and she felt scared. What the hell was he going to do with her?

His hand reached forward and ran through her hair. She tried to flinch away from his touch and he laughed. “I wish things would have been different for us.” He whispered as his hand traveled down her body. She hated his touch and wanted to get away from it. But he got her tied up pretty good. “I should have just went up to you like a normal person but we both know that I couldn’t.” Why couldn’t he? This was crazy. He had a dark look in his eyes as he played with her some more. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched him. “Oh no baby don’t cry.” He wiped her tears away. “You’ll love it here and me.” He told her so sure of it. 

It took months for her to even talk to him. He gave her good food and water and tried to get her to see that he wasn’t a monster. She knew things could be worse but still she wasn’t a fan of him either way. She cried for hours not wanting to believe that she was in this situation. Her eyes hurt from how much cried and prayed that her family came looking for her. Will sat by the basement door and listened to her cry. He felt awful for his actions but in his head he didn’t have a choice. Her sobs racked through the house and all he wanted to do was comfort her. 

“Y/N.” She whispered to him as he placed the food he made for her in front of her. He looked up at her. “What?” “My name is Y/N.” She told him. He smiled and nodded. “I’m Will.” She stayed silent as he finished setting up her dinner. She hated herself for thinking he was cute. He kidnapped her and she still thought he looked good. Though she wouldn’t imagine herself saying that outloud to him. 

After that they slowly began talking. She felt like she owed him that due to him being kind to her. He could be an asshole to her and not really feed her and abuse her. He didn’t though. He was grateful that she didn’t seem to really hate him.

It would be months before he let her outside of the basement and into the living room. He had enough trust with her that she wouldn’t try to escape. She felt like she couldn’t. He was smarter than that. She looked around at the place seeing how beautiful his house was. The dogs that he owned came and tackled her to the ground. She began laughing for the first time in months. Will was happy to hear that sound. 

She sat and watched him cook. He seemed very calm and collected it was hard to believe he had kidnapped her. He felt her eyes on him and he looked up at her. She quickly looked away. He smiled and thought it was cute. Maybe there could be something more for them. He sat down the food he made for her and she took a bite. She almost moaned at the taste. It was super good. “You know you’re a really good cook.” She tells him. “I mean my kidnapper could have been someone that was terrible at cooking.” She said. He looked at her weird and laughed. He didn’t expect her to make a joke out of the situation. “Yeah I’m sorry about that.” He said and started eating his food. “Why’d you do it then?” She asked. He looked at her. “I found you really beautiful and I guess I just couldn’t take the rejection I felt like you’d give me.” He tells her. It was the truth and she could tell. “So you find a girl pretty and you want her so instead of asking her out you kidnap her?” She asked. He nodded. “Yeah I guess so.” “Well I might’ve said yes.” She tells him. She felt like in another life she would have said yes if he asked her out instead of kidnapping her. “What about now?” He asked her. 

Their first kiss happened a week later after he came home from a stressful case. He wasn’t in the mood for anything other than sleep. Though he was happy he had Y/N at home waiting for him. He opened the door and greeted the dogs and looked around. She didn’t greet him at the door. Not that he thought she should. It was after his shoes were off that she came over to him. He smiled at her and she looked at him. “Welcome Home.” was all she said. “Thanks.” was his reply. He could tell something was off with her as she never greeted him. Sure they talked a little each day but that was a big step. “You okay?” He asked her. She shrugged. She honestly didn’t think she was. She was starting to feel like she wasn’t a victim anymore. Like he saved her life and she owed him. She didn't wanna think about it but she had feelings for the man. “I’m sorry.” He said. “Then why not let me go?” She asked him. “I can’t.” “I won’t go to the police or tell anyone.” She tries to reason with him. “Yeah well I don’t know that.” He snaps at her. She looks at him shocked. He hadn’t raised his voice to her yet. “Sorry I just truly can’t help but still want you around.” He tells her. She sighs and thoughts race around her head. She got what he was saying. She felt the same way as sick as it was. She wanted him too. “I probably wouldn’t go even if you let me.” She mumbles. He heard her and his jaw dropped. She had Stockholm syndrome. He walked closer to her. “But why? Why wouldn’t you want freedom?” He asked her.

She felt stupid. She looked down for a moment. “I don’t know Will, I guess I like it here and I like you.” She tells him. He smiled at her words but knew that the reason she felt that way wasn’t okay. “I think I’m gonna let you go.” He said and walked away. She looked confused and turned to him. “What? I don’t understand you kidnap me because you wanted to date me and now that i’m telling you the feeling is mutual you want to let me go.” He sighs. “You feel that way cuz you don’t have a choice.” He tells her. She walks over to him. “You can’t tell me how to feel or why I feel the way I do.” “Y/N I put you through this and I’m sorry.” He says. She shakes her head with tears in her eyes. “Will please I love you.” He looked at her. She was sure that she loved him and she stopped denying it long ago. She cupped his face. “Please Will. I love you.” He had tears in his eyes as he leaned down and kissed her. She kissed back immediately confirming what she said to him. He loved her too and that was all that mattered. 

Their relationship was perfect after that. She felt as if she hadn’t been kidnapped but saved. Will still wanted to keep her from the world that he was in. He didn’t want anyone in the work field knowing about her. She was able to leave the house of course but never met any of his friends or co-workers. She questioned if the man even had friends. He never talked or hung out with anyone unless it was work related. He spent most of his time with her. 

It was a year later he’d have a ring on her finger. They had a small quiet wedding that consisted of them and the dogs. Not even their parents knew that they had gotten married. Will wasn’t ashamed of her by any means. He was ashamed of what he did. Though she seemed happy in the back of their minds they knew that things would have happened differently if he didn’t kidnap her. 

Hannibal looked at the man as he told him everything. He knew that Will had a dark mind but didn’t think it was this dark. He remembered back to when she first smiled. He knew that something was off and now that he knows everything it all makes sense. Though he couldn’t help but question Will as if he wouldn’t do the same. “You kidnapped your wife?” He asked. Will nodded. “I was in a very dark place.” They both knew that wasn’t an excuse for his behavior. But Hannibal couldn’t help but praise the man before him. It was genius in his eyes. Will had the perfect love life it seemed and Hannibal couldn’t help but feel jealous. Though he didn’t know who to be jealous of more. He nodded his head and lifted up his glass of wine. “We aren’t so different after all, are we, Will?”

I didn't include the warning due to the twist of the story. I also don't know Will's exact age as I haven't finished the show yet. I just started season 3 :) Feel free to let me know his age if they ever say it and I'll update it.          

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No pajama party for you, Mr. Graham.

Will Graham x fiancee! fem! reader

Summary: Will gets his fiancee drug along into his twisted games with Hannibal, leading to her now restrained body in the chair across from him at Mason Verger's dining room table.

Words: 1,513

Warnings: Mason is gross. Inappropriate comments about the reader from Mason.

Genre: angst?

Author's note: slightly boring, but I like it. Also, I don't own pretty much any of this, but my insertion of Y/N and some added lines. And not my GIF. Enjoy :)

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Will’s greatest fear was coming true.

Here she was, his fiancee, tied up in the chair across from him. Her hair was seemingly done and her outfit was a decently revealing dress. Will lets out a deep breath as if holding himself in. He sneered at Mason, who sat in his chair at the head of the table happily. 

“Well, if Jezebel was right with the risen Jesus, the Riz would have provided her with a new face, as His has provided mine.”

Will’s eyes slowly moved over to look at Mason in confusion. Mason simply stared back at him, raising his eyebrows as if mocking him. Mason takes his silence as a sign to continue. 

“The transplants surgery is extremely skillful, which is why Cordell here will be performing the face-off.” 

As he says so, Cordell walks into the room with another plate of food, backing down to set it on the table, then swiftly standing back up. He turns and stares at Will with a happy expression, before his voice utters a simple, “hello,” as if we was talking to a child. And with that, he disappears into a back room. 

Y/N's eyes flicker between Hannibal, who sits at the foot of the table, and Will as if she’s trying to read their feelings, but like most things with Hannibal, he is unreadable. In fact, as of now, he seems rather happy. She tries to not let expressions show. 

“You boys remind me of that German cannibal who advertised for a friend and then ate him, and his penis before he died,” Mason said. Hannibal gives a grin at this as he continues to eat his food. “Tragedy being, the penis was overcooked. Go to all that trouble to eat a friend, and you overcook his penis!” Y/N at this point has a ruddy shade on her cheeks as she avoids eye contact with everyone. “They ate it anyway. They had to, they committed. But they didn’t enjoy it.”

Hannibal keeps a cheeky smile on his face throughout Mason’s entire monologue. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what the doctor was thinking. Hannibal was often like this. Sometimes, that look could mean that he finds your company rather enjoyable, and other times he was wondering how you would taste over a side of rice. Perhaps now, he was thinking both. 

Will takes this time to look around the room and the table. A cooked pig sat at the center of the table, with various sides surrounding it. His eyes flicker up to his fiancee’s, but she’s looking at Hannibal with a confused expression. He wished he could get out of his restraints to let her go. God, she deserved anything but this. Two years of dating and this is what she gets. And Will has no idea why Mason wants her.

“I’m committed to enjoying every bit of you,” Mason continued as he stared harshly at Lecter. 

Will interrupts him, a tinge of anger and confusion in his tone, “You’re going to eat him… with my face?” He now stares at Mason, not knowing if he wants the answer.

Mason looked to Will, his eyes squinting, and his voice strong. “Yes. I got a taste for it after you two had me eat my nose.” Will looked down, contemplating the disfigured man’s words. He knew he was getting into the wrong crowd, but now, not only was he in danger, but he brought his beautiful girl into it as well, and for that, he couldn’t forgive himself. He also couldn’t help but blame Hannibal, but now was not the time to be pointing fingers. 

Mason continued, his eyes staring at Y/N, “and then I’ll eat her…” Y/N's head perks up to look at him in fear. He cheekily raises his eyebrows, “…in a different way, of course.” His gaze wanders up and down her body like a hungry lion looks at its prey. 

She looks down at the table, her cheeks a consistent shade of red throughout this entire dinner. But Will had heard too much, in his opinion. Of course, that's what he wants with her. It seems that the expression, 'you are what you eat,' is proving itself to Will now because he's looking at the pig on the table and the man sitting at the head of it. He pulled on his restraints harshly, his voice almost a growl, “Don’t fucking-"

Hannibal immediately cuts in, “You must be terribly proud that you could bring this off.” He eats his food as if he’s not in a dangerous situation with a man that wants to eat him, kill his friend, and mate with his friend’s fiancee. “It’s dangerous to get exactly what you want.” He looks up to meet Mason’s eyes, a confident glow in them, “What will you do after you’ve eaten me?”

Will stares at the table, his eyes slowly moving up towards Mason again. His voice was fairly confident and steady, but inside his blood had begun to boil. “You could wreck some foster homes and torment some children.”

Mason is now tormenting Will, “No, I’ll drink martinis made with tears.”

“But where, Mason, would the hard-core fun come from?” Hannibal chimed in. He didn’t like people messing with things that were his, such as Will and Y/N. But, of course, he would never let that show. 

Mason clicks his tongue at him. “It’s foolish to dilute such an ecstatic time as this with fears about the future,” he said as his eyes wandered back to Y/N's face. She was a pretty little thing, after all.

He smiles as much as his disfigured face allows him to at the sight of Y/N's fears. "Don't worry, girl. It'll be just like how it is now. Will's face will be the only one you'll see when making love. It's as if nothing will change."

Her face turns to one of disgust. Her voice finally chirps up quietly, though her eyes remain on the table, "I'd rather die."

Mason gives a quiet chuckle, "People will die today, but none of them are you, sweetie." He quickly scans the room before his gaze settles on Will. “Uh, Cordell, Mr. Graham is looking very dry. A little moisturizer, please.” Cordell nods and quickly leaves the room. 

Will stares at the table with multiple emotions going through him. Both Y/N and Hannibal know that look. They have seen it consistently. It usually means he’s going to do something rash, if he can come up with the plan for it. His eyes are beyond an angry glare as if he could murder someone in cold blood with a glance. If that were so, the fork on the table would be a puddle of melted metal.

The doctor pretends to take no notice, still seemingly enjoying himself. “I’m curious- what will be the first cuts of me you’ll serve?”

Cordell interrupts. “The first course, of course, will be your hands and feet,” he says as a matter of fact. Y/N feels a shiver go down her spine at his words, worried for the psychiatrist. He continues, “sizzling on a Promethean barbecue.” Will looks up in concern, staring at the two as Cordell describes how he’ll cook the man. “The coal is white and very hard. It makes a clear ringing sound when struck.” 

Y/N can’t recall a time she’s seen Lecter look so pleased. His gaze shifts back to Mason with a smile- a real smile, “You’ve thought of everything.”

Mason hums, “And after that, we’ll have a little pajama party, you and I. You can be in shorties by then.” At this point, Cordell is approaching Will with the moisturizer. “Cordell is going to keep you alive for a very long time.”

Cordell bends down slightly to study Will’s face before dipping his finger in the small tin of moisturizer. As if you’d miss it in a blink, Will moves his head toward Cordell’s face, biting into his cheek harshly. The cook lets out a scream of pain, and Hannibal lazily looks over, unfazed. Y/N grips the arms of her chair tightly, letting out a small shriek at the sight. The tin of moisturizer is dropped on the ground and Cordell steps back, letting out grunts as he holds a hand over the bleeding hole in his face. Will makes a disgusted look on his face and spits the chunk out on the table, blood now staining the tablecloth and Will’s face. He then leans back, slightly pleased with his handiwork. Mason looks at him with no emotion.

“Well, no pajama party for you, Mr. Graham.” Will takes long deep breaths. He looks up to see Y/N's horrified expression, then turns slightly to look at Hannibal, who is smiling proudly at him. “We’re gonna feed you to the pigs as soon as Cordell has removed your face- in a much more civilized fashion than you just tried to remove his.”

He looked back to Y/N, realizing he may have fucked up.

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I may continue with the storyline :)

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Will Graham x teen!reader - our support animals

Hi I would like a request for Will Graham and teen Reader getting a dog and somehow gets an old boy who was returned 5 times? - Anon💜

Sitting on the steps in front of your school, you glanced down at your watch in order to check the time, wondering if it was worth just going for a walk or not.

You didn’t want to be at school, so you had messaged Will asking if he could come pick you up since you didn’t know who else to call at this point.

Finally you saw his car pulling up outside, and you got up, making your way to the passenger side in order to get in.

“Thanks for getting me…” you mumbled.

“Are you okay?” Will asked.

You gave a small shrug, resting your head on the window as you watched everything just rolling by.

“Not ready to go back?”

“No… I don’t know I just… all those people.. all looking at me.. I don’t know..”

Will glanced at you, turning his attention back to the road.

“They know what happened.” He said.

“I mean who doesn’t at this point? My parents were murdered a nearly a year ago, they weren’t all that great at parents anyways and now im in the care of an FBI agent who isn’t really FBI agent. I missed the rest of the school year last year and news travels fast I guess.”

“You don’t have to be in my care if you don’t want to be. Children’s services already said they can easily find you a home if you want it.”

You whipped your head around to look at him.

“No!”

You frowned a little.

“I just… I don’t.. they’ll all be happy families…”

“You can’t be around that right now, I understand that.”

You nodded your head, looking back to the road, trying to figure out where you guys were going.

“I’m sorry I made you leave work.”

“It’s fine, I wasn’t doing anything interesting anyway, and I don’t think I could have sat there listening to Jack for much longer.”

This made you smile a little bit, and you look at him.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll find out a minute.”

You turned back to watching the roads go by, and finally Will pulled the car into a parking lot, and you climbed out of the car.

“A rescue?”

“I know you love the dogs, you get sad when they all follow me not you. So, we’re going to get you your own dog, Hannibal believes having a pet may help in your recovery.”

You furrowed your brow and Will opened the door to the rescue, gesturing for you to enter, and you did looking around.

While he went to talk to the people in the reception, you looked around, wondering about to look at posters and photos of the animals they had up for adoption.

You weren’t paying that much attention to anything else that going on, and every so often Will would glance at you to make sure that you were still there.

“(Y/N), please don’t wonder away.”

You turned to look at Will and he held his arm out to you.

You walked over and stood next to him, you turned away from the receptionist, and Will kept a hand on your shoulder.

“Is there anything specific you’re looking for in a pet?” The woman asked.

Will looked down at you and you shook your head.

“Can we just look at them all?”

“If you want to then yes.” He smiled.

He carried on speaking to the woman, and you stretched a little bit, letting out a yawn as you waited.

Finally you were allowed to walk through and have a look at all the dogs.

There was a lot of barking, and in a strange way it put you at ease, living with Will as your caretaker for nearly a year had made you used to the sounds of barking.

“What about this one?” Will asked.

You walked over to him.

“It says her name is Luna, she’s a husky, she’s two years old, is very friendly, gets along with other dogs, was surrendered because the family couldn’t keep up with the upkeep of a husky.”

You looked at Luna, crouching down to see her better, and she paced back and forth, tail wagging happily.

“She’s really cute.”

“Do you want to keep looking?”

You nodded, letting Will help you stand up.

You carried on slowly wondering, stopping to look at all the dogs you past, Will would read you the information about them and you would keep wondering.

Will had taken particular interest in one of the dogs and you kept looking around at all of them until you reached the end kennel.

You carefully read over the information on the board and you sat down on the floor.

“Hey Enzo…”

The old Labrador lazily wagged his tail as he wondered over, laying down in front of the door, resting his head on his paws.

“Will?”

You turned to look at him and he got up, following after you.

“What is it?” He asked.

“I want Enzo.”

Will knelt down next to you, looking at the old dog.

“Yeah? What’s his story?”

“They’re not sure how old he is, but they do know he’s old. He’s been returned five times, apparently nobody wants to keep cause he’s old. That’s not fair…”

“It’s not.”

Will got up, placing a hand on your head to get your attention.

“Let’s go get one of the staff.”

“Can I stay with Enzo?”

Will glanced around, he didn’t seem so sure about the idea of leaving you alone there, but he saw there was only one entrance and exit.

“Alright, I’ll be just a minute.”

Will made his way to get a member of staff so you could meet the old Labrador and you sat on the floor, Enzo resting against your chest as you hugged him.

Will and the worker both smiled at the scene of you just cuddling this old dog who had been returned so many times.

“We’ll adopt him.” Will said.

You turned around to Will, smiling from ear to ear at him.

“I love him, he’s so sweet.”

“Well you have to love him because he’s yours and we’re not bringing him back.”

“Good.” You said.

Will filled out all the paperwork while you sat in the back of his car with Enzo, just happily petting the dogs head.

You were excited to bring Enzo back to meet all of Will’s dogs, and Enzo was pretty happy to go around with them all, wondering and exploring his new home.

You sat on the floor, waiting for him to come back so you could go back to petting him.

Will was sitting on the couch, stroking one of the other dogs.

“Do you think he knows any tricks?” You asked.

“I’m not sure, you’ll have to try. Go get the dog treats.”

You jumped up, running to the kitchen to get the dog treats and you sat on the couch next to Will, handing them to him.

You didn’t know as much about dogs as Will did, so you decided to let him see if Enzo knew any tricks or anything of the sort.

“Enzo come here boy!” You called.

The old slowly wondered over, stretching a little as he approached.

“Here, just hold this in your hand, let him see it.”

You did want Will said.

“Now, just say his name and whatever it is you’re wanting him to do.”

“Enzo sit.”

The old dog sat down, along with a few others.

“Now, give him the treat, scratch his head and tell him he’s a good dog. Positive actions mean he’ll bond to you more.”

“Good boy Enzo.”

You handed the Labrador his treat, and ruffled the fur behind his ears, grinning from ear to ear.

“We’ll get him settled in before we take him outside, and we’ll rest his recall while we’re here too.”

“Recall?”

You turned to look at Will.

“Yes. It’s how well an animal responds when you call their name, call them back to you, especially off leash dogs it’s very important.”

“Oh, if he doesn’t have good recall can we teach him it.”

Will smiled a little.

“Yeah, we can try to.”

“He’s gonna be my dog, you’re not allowed Enzo.”

Will chuckled a little bit at you.

“What if he likes me more?”

“Nope. He’s my dog.”

You sat back on the couch, patting your legs for Enzo, and he lazily climbed up, laying himself next to you with his head resting on your legs.

“Oh (Y/N) come on.”

Will had to stand up to let the dog lay down properly and you grinned from ear to ear at him.

“Do you want dinner yet?” Will asked.

“Uh, not yet. I’m not hungry. Can I help you cook it soon though? I don’t know how to cook.”

“I’ll teach you.”

You smiled, turning your attention back to Enzo and Will wondered away to do his own thing, happy that you were content there with your new family member.

He was hoping Enzo would help you in ways that he couldn’t, and since you refused to take part in any therapy he was hoping Enzo could be that support you needed especially on days when he couldn’t figure out how to help you.

Maybe there wasn’t fully enough room for another dog, but Will didn’t care about that, he could just adjust things a little if he needed too.

He had all his strays, and now you had Enzo, you both had your dogs for support, and you both had each other even if neither of you spoke about how you had fallen into Will’s care.

It didn’t matter, what mattered to Will now was keeping you safe and happy.

“Do you think he likes snow?” You called.

“I don’t know, we’ll find out soon.” He called back.

“Can he stay in my room?”

Will poked his head out for the kitchen.

“He can stay wherever you want him too (Y/N).”

You nodded your head, laying down on the couch to hug your new best friend

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[voxmortuus]

Can you write something about Hannibal or Will (whoever you want in separate) about them being a munch? The "munch" is a person who likes a LOT to eat out a woman without recieving something back. I just feel that my boy Graham (and ofc Hanni as well) would spend hours down there (more like to their own pleasure)

Just if you feel comfortable!!!

►PAIRING: Will Graham X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Hannibal ►WORDS: 402 ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: First Person Reader | Nothing but smut | Oral *Female Recipient* | I may be missing some, but you get a general idea, so please proceed with caution if there is anything in there that is overly triggering please let me know politely and I will make sure it is added to the list. ►NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. ►DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Hannibal Masterlist

It was simple with Will, he never asked for anything in return. It was like my pleasure was his, and that was something new for me. Laying there my body trembled, the way his tongue worked as if it was a personal symphony he was conducting just for me. I couldn't find my words, not that I needed to speak at all, but I couldn't find them, it's like they were all gone. He left me speechless, and that's saying something because I always have something to say.

As I look down at him his eyes peering up at me as he grips at my body, the way his hands feel against my skin. It's like everything is on fire without really being on fire. My nerves being worked and so many paces my body has been going through. It feels like he's been down there for hours, and I'm already two orgasms in.

Remembering back to a conversation from earlier. Will had told me how he felt about receiving pleasure. He much prefers to give it. Not really one on getting it, he told me my pleasure is his, and while at first I didn't believe it, not many liked being down there if you will, he on the other hand, he's taken me to a whole new world. He's been nothing short of perfect in his guidance. Glancing up to check on me, feeling this urge to grip at me, feeling me tremble and squirm.

Feeling him as he laps me up, as he takes such intricate care to even the most sensitive and insecure parts of me, he takes pride in what he does. I glance over at the clock, not on purpose, but my head turns in that direction as my third orgasm rises and I realize he's already been down there for two hours, and he was showing no sign of being done.

My breathing grows heavier as I let out a scream in pure ecstasy. My body, my mind, everything feels like I'm on a cloud, floating above, light, and tingly, as he keeps going, lapping, suckling, nipping, harder, deeper and hitting all the right notes. After this, a girl will never look at someone else going down there the same way again, the bar, that bar is set so high. With no sign of him letting up, I buckle up for another wild three-hour ride.

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[vampiiu]

Dancing with the Devil (Will Graham)

TW // CW: Rough sex. Brief mention of blood. Will smokes a cig.

What to expect: Male reader, smut, mlm. The reader is a bottom.

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He smells like whiskey and a nightmare. Cigarette smoke disperses off his lips and for a moment, you swear he almost smiled.

“Will?” “Y/N.”

Your name came from his soul like a sin, only fueled with the darkest flames of lust. He rushed toward you. His eyes trailed from your eyes to your ears, and all the way to your core. You feel his hands grab your waist, and soon they come to rest above your hips. He flicks the ash from his cigar and smiles when you squeeze his biceps. The flame burns your thigh and it aches so good. Your bodies sway with each other as the slow tune of Cigarettes After Sex plays throughout the house.

“I missed you.” You mumble into his chest.

“I missed you too, handsome.” He whispers. His breath sends shivers down your spine and he kisses above your ear.

Will had been working late recently. You know how demanding Jack is, and how wary they must be of Dr. Lecter, so you understand. Of course none of that matters now, as your love has returned.

He tilts your face towards his and you notice how exhausted he looks. Regardless, he’s still as (if not more) sexy. His skin sparkles from sweat in the moonlight. His hair half-sticks to his face, and despite the encumbering feeling of fatigue, his only focus is you. He pulls you into a gentle kiss and works his way to your neck, trailing all of your sensitive spots. Your face flushes as your blood surfaces to your neck and your… other areas. You’re sure he’s enjoying this from the way his groin grinds into your thigh.

His groans go straight to your dick. He kneels before you and unzips your jeans with one hand, puffing his cigarette with the other. He never breaks eye contact with you, and you almost came on the spot when he palmed you like the slut he is. His lips trace over the bulge in your boxers and he nuzzles it like a cat.

“God, I want you so bad.” He groans and places a kiss on your tip.

“You should’ve come earlier. You missed out on all the fun, maybe you could’ve watched.” You retort.

In response, he stands up and looks down on you. A battle between souls can be heard before he grabs your unbuttoned shirt collar and pushes you to your bed. Will begins to attack your chest with his mouth, sucking and biting and god, did he just lick you?

This will definitely leave hickies later.

He disgards his cigarette in the ashtray by your bed as he passionately makes out with you. It’s not messy at all; Will knows what he’s doing. Tongues clash and lips collide and it’s as if real sparks fly between you two. Your bodies are heated and grinding against each other like creatures in heat. 

A sharp blow stings your neck and you can feel fresh, warm blood dripping from the wound. Will leans back to admire his design. After a few seconds of admiration, he licks the now clotting blood from your neck and kisses the bruise. How is it possible to love someone who can be so cruel? Strangled moans drag from your lips.

“Shit. I’m sorry, baby, you just get me so fucking excited.”

His rhythm matches his words and your eyes can’t help but to roll back in their sockets. You’re so turned on right now it’s insane.

“Will, please. I- Oh god, I need you now. pleasepleaseplease-”

“You’ll be a good boy, right? You’re gonna stay still?” “Yes sir, I swear.”

He smirks when he pushes his fingers into your throat. You suck his fingers, lubing them for your own sake.

After what feels like an eternity, he slides his fingers into your ass. Will holds himself up above you while you ride his fingers.

"Fuck me, dammit!" you plea.

"Shhhhhhh..." He hushes you. "Now, we wouldn't wanna keep you waiting, would we?"

"No, no, please, Will. God."

 You plead again. He laughs and pulls his fingers out. Your body trembles with frustration. He sits next to you on the bed and you can feel him watching you.

“Do I make you needy, baby?” He teases. “I thought I was the bad boy here.”

You scoff as he raises from the bed and strips himself right in front of you. From his face straight down to his perfectly carved hips, he's yours. He goes to hover over you again, this time ass-naked. He lines himself up with your entrance and traces your chest with his hands.

"I'll make you feel good." You nod desperately and gasp when he enters you without warning.

Bottoming out, he moans loudly. You see his exposed neck tilting his head towards the heavens. His mouth opened to receive anything given to him by the world. He looks down to you, eyes dark and his body slick with sweat. His hips rock into yours and you can't help but whimper. Will leans down, catching you in a passionate kiss.

His hands cradle your face at first but quickly trail down to your throat, squeezing ever so slightly. He takes your breath away and you're under his full control. He's a god and you're his angel. You can hear yourself purring beneath him and your legs wrap around his waist. The pleasure is excruciating.

His hips start rocking faster, thrusting into you deeper and deeper until it hurts. Tears stream down your face and you can't help but moan into his ear. You clutch onto his arms tightly, begging him for more. Every thrust hits something in you. You cry out and he takes this opportunity to push into you even deeper.

Your nails dig into his flesh as he pounds into you relentlessly, leaving behind bruises. Your orgasm is so powerful and unexpected your voice leaves your body. You don't expect such intensity. Both bodies buckle in their place to catch breath. When Will finally collapses next to you, both of your chests are heaving. The sweet smell of sex fills the air and you flash an open-mouth smile from total ecstasy. You turn to your side, still breathing hard and see your partner looking at you with love in his eyes. He wraps you in his embrace and you both drift off into a blissful sleep, aware of each other's feelings. He feels like home.

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[bi-bard]

Impression - Will Graham Imagine [Hannibal]

Title: Impression

Pairing: Will Graham X Reader

Word Count: 1,054 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: Will tries his hand at a "normal" date.

Author's Note: Sometimes we just need something cute and not deadly.

Also, I wrote this in the hopes of it being pre-show just so Hannibal wasn't an issue.

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Alana had seen Will stressed.

It may sound terrible, but she had grown somewhat used to seeing him that way. That's why she didn't think much of it when she walked into the lecture hall and found Will pacing in front of his desk.

"Hey," she said.

Will jumped a bit, not expecting to hear another voice in the room.

"Um, Jack asked for you," she explained, vaguely pointing behind her. "He's got a case that he wants your input on."

Will nodded, still clearly distracted.

Alana furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you okay?"

Will ran his hands over his face before responding. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Alana's expression told Will that she didn't believe him in the slightest.

"I... I have a date," he admitted reluctantly.

Her expression shifted into one of shock. That didn't bring any comfort to Will's nerves.

"With who," she asked.

"(Y/n)... (Y/l/n). They work in the lab."

Alana nodded.

She had met (Y/n) a handful of times. Usually in that very lecture hall. She had a sneaking suspicion that there was something more between Will and them but never felt like it was her place to talk about it.

Now, they had a date and all of Alana's suspicions were validated.

"Where are you guys going?" she couldn't help it. She was happy for Will. Of course, she wanted to know everything she could get.

"Drinks, apparently," Will said. "(Y/n) had a place in mind when they asked, so I just told them to send me the address."

"I didn't think you were one for bars."

"Well, that's because I'm not," he chuckled. "I much prefer enjoying my drinks in the comfort of my own home."

"Why didn't you tell (Y/n) that?"

He paused. "Because I don't want to risk messing this up. I... I like them."

"Aw, Will-"

"I shouldn't have told you about this."

"No, no, I'm sorry," Alana quickly apologized for her reaction to the confession as Will rounded his desk to grab his bag. "Listen. (Y/n) wouldn't ask you out if they didn't like you."

"I would hope not."

Will was trying to avoid this conversation. It was obvious.

"Will," Alana said. "I'm saying that you don't need to prove anything to them."

Will sighed and looked at Alana again. She grinned at him. He grabbed his bag and started making his way out of the room without another word.

"Can wait to hear about how it goes," Alana called after him, trying to not laugh at how clearly nervous the man was about his upcoming date.

Will tried to keep himself from thinking too much about his date before it happened. He knew very well that fixating on it was going to make him more nervous.

That night, he walked into a crowded bar. He tensed for a moment. It was loud and most of the people seemed to have no concept of personal space.

His eyes scanned the room until he spotted (Y/n) in a booth along the far wall.

Their eyes lifted from nervously twiddling their thumbs. They spotted Will immediately. A smile broke out on their face as they waved at him.

Will grinned back at them. Their smile seemed to bring him a bit of comfort.

(Y/n) stood up as he made it over to them. "Hey."

"Hi," he replied.

After a moment, (Y/n) stepped forward and hugged him. He let out a quiet sigh as he hugged them back.

The two of them sat back down after a little while.

The awkwardness seemed natural at first.

(Y/n) and Will had known each other for a while, but this was different. It was a new terrain for both of them. It wasn't talking about a case or about work. It was just... them. Existing.

(Y/n) told Will about their hobbies. Their education and their family. Their nerves presented as rambling. They felt silly for how much time they spent talking that night.

Will rambled far less than them. He talked about the dogs and how he ended up working the job he did. His references to his family were brief. (Y/n) could tell that it wasn't his favorite subject.

(Y/n) was hoping that the two of them would both grow to be more comfortable over time. However, Will still seemed so... uncomfortable.

There was a sense of guilt that the night carried.

They didn't work up the courage to ask about it until the pair were walking back to their cars.

"Did I do something wrong," they asked, stopping on the sidewalk next to the parking lot. Will stopped next to them.

"No," he answered simply.

(Y/n) turned to face him properly. "Are you sure? You just seemed uncomfortable while we were in there. I just... I want to make sure that I didn't upset you."

"It wasn't you," he reassured them.

"Then, what was it?"

"I... I guess things like this aren't usually my scene," he admitted. "I'm sorry-"

"That's not something to apologize for," (Y/n) cut him off, reaching out to touch his arm briefly. "I do wish you had told me before. I would've come up with something different. Made a better impression."

Will's eyebrows furrowed for a moment. "You didn't make a bad impression."

"I don't think making your date uncomfortable for your first time out together is a particularly good impression," they replied. "Maybe I could make it up to you on our second date?"

A grin slowly formed on Will's face.

"I'll even let you pick what we do," (Y/n) added with a nervous laugh. Will seemed to mimic the sound.

"I think I'd like that."

(Y/n) fought the urge to let out a sigh of relief. "Good. Um, I'll... wait for your call?"

"Okay," he nodded.

There was a pause between the pair of them.

(Y/n) took a deep breath before stepping closer to him. When Will didn't move back, (Y/n) leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. It took a moment for him to respond, but he soon smiled at them again.

"Goodnight, Will," they said.

"Goodnight," he replied.

(Y/n) waved awkwardly before walking to their car.

Will stood there for a moment before letting out a breath and going to walk away.

Both of them had this feeling in their gut that this was the start of something great.

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[house-of-slayterr]

I don’t think you guys understand… if Will Graham gave me his sweater, I would never take it off!!!

I’m talking I’m washing me and my clothes, and I’m getting buried in that shit! It’s my ghost outfit now!

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[rebelliousstories]

December

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Will Graham x Reader

Fandom: Hannibal (NBC)

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Threats made towards Jack Crawford, Brief Strong Language

Word Count: 1,900

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Hell hath no fury like a woman wanting to have some time off with her lover.

A rare rainy day was upon Virginia. During the winter months, they typically did not get much rain, so this was a welcome change. But, there was not any chance for a certain woman to enjoy the weather. On the phone with her lover, who was currently stuck at work, she was lamenting the news he just broke to her.

“What do you mean you’re not going to be home till late?” She asked, working herself around the kitchen so that she could lean against the counter. The dogs at her feet looked up at her distress.

“I’m sorry, honey. But Jack says they need me.” Will explained, feeling the exhaustion creep up in his voice. He sat at his desk, with files and papers strewn about.

“It’s Christmas Eve, Will. I expected you home hours ago. You said you were just going in for an hour or two.” Her desperation was thick over the phone; she couldn’t hide it well. All day she had been preparing food, and making sure that everything was going to be okay for when her partner got home in the afternoon.

“It’s out of my control. I’m sorry. I’ll pick you up those chocolates you love on the way home, okay? And I’ll ask Jack for all of tomorrow off as well.” His glasses were pushed away in favor of rubbing his eyes beneath. Will had been staring at these photos all day that now his eyes were straining.

“You don’t even know if you’ll have tomorrow off? Seriously, Will?” She let out a deep sigh, and set the spoon down that she was using for cooking. Her hand came up to rub her temples, before she continued.

“Just… just home safe please?” Her plea nearly brought Will to his knees. It sounded so soft and sad compared to the fury in her voice when he broke the news to her.

“I will, honey. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way home. Love you.”

“I love you too.”They said their goodbyes, and disconnected the call. Will sat at the desk that he had occupied for far longer than he wanted to and thought about the day he had. He was supposed to be gone by about 10:00 AM this morning, at the very latest. Yet here he sat, 3:00 PM, on his day off, at work. All he wanted was to be at home, with his lover and dogs. But Jack would not release him. He kept finding new ways to keep the man there. Will threw his head back with a sigh before he hoped back to work. Maybe if he was able to finish this by the time Jack came over with more work, he could go home.

Meanwhile, his love was still in the kitchen, not paying attention to the food she was prepping for dinner. Now, all she could think about was Will not being home for the day. They were supposed to be making dinner together. Will loved making the fish that he caught whenever he caught a good enough piece. Yet here she was, alone. A paw came up and hit her on her thigh. Winston was checking in on his mom, and she was thankful. The newest pup had really taken a shine to the couple, and they loved having him there with them. He whined and nuzzled where her hand laid limp at her side. She started petting him as she thought. If he was not going to be home for Christmas Eve or, heaven forbidden, Christmas Day, she was going to make the most of her efforts. She leaned down and placed a kiss on Winston’s head, before slipping on her shoes and grabbing her keys.

The drive to the headquarters was largely uneventful. Or rather, she just did not register the drive. Her mind raced as she thought about all the things she wished to say to Will’s boss. She did not realize that she had pulled up to the building, until she was standing in front of it. Making her way into the FBI headquarters, she got her visitor pass and went to find Will. Before she could, Jack Crawford found her first.

“Excuse me, can I help you miss? There’s no press authorized for today.” He said, walking up to her as she continued to look around for Will.

“I’m not press. I’m here for Will Graham. Do you know where he is?” She asked, looking towards the man expectantly. Jack still looked confused.

“Do you have a name? Will didn’t mention anyone coming to visit him.” She was beginning to get fed up with the man.

“Look, I just need to bring him home. So could you please-”

“Honey?” A quiet voice questioned softly, stepping from around the corner into view. Will stood with a confused look on his face as he beheld his girlfriend standing in the middle of the FBI headquarters. Her visitor pass hung from her coat collar, and it swished with her as she turned to face the man.

“Will! Baby, oh thank goodness.” The woman made her way closer to the man while he was still a little dazed and confused.

“Come on. We’re going home. Get your things, my love.” She whispered to him, patting his cheek with a gloved hand. That seemed to snap him out of his trance, as he nodded slowly, but blinked rapidly. He went to collect his things, which did not make some people happy.

“Excuse me! What do you think you’re doing?” Jack’s booming voice called out. It made Will stop what he was doing at his desk, but she did not skip a beat.

“I’m taking my boyfriend home for Christmas. Is there an issue?” She asked, turning to face the man once more.

“Yes there is,” he put his hands on his hips, “Will is needed for today, and tomorrow. This is work. We don’t just get to stop what we’re doing because it’s a holiday.” He stated as if it was the most simple thing in the world. Will halted getting anymore of his things as he listened to Jack talk. He knew the man was right; they might be federal employees, and this might be a federal holiday, but serial killers do not take a Christmas break.

“Do you have an active case going on?” His lover asked, turning to the man. Jack stared at her with a ridiculous expression, as Will waited with, like the rest of the office, baited breath.

“Well no but-”

“Then,” she cut him off, “seeing as this is a federal holiday, and you are federal employees, I’m taking him home for a much needed day off.” Jack sputtered as he looked at the bak of the woman walking back over to her lover. With hushed voices, she helped him gather his things, and they began to leave.

“You can’t just leave, Will!” The couple stopped in their tracks. She took a deep breath in and felt Will’s hand rubbing against her own. Before he could stop her, she turned on her heel back into the office. He tried to go after her, but she had cleared the floor in the same time it took him to take two steps.

“Listen here, Crawford. I don’t I’ve a damn. You don’t have an active case going on, and you don’t have any substantial reason to keep Will here, late, on Christmas Eve. Just because you don’t want to go home tonight for whatever reason doesn’t not mean that everyone else has to suffer. Now I’m taking him home. He’s been exhausted for weeks, and Will just needs a damn break. So, merry Christmas and happy new year’s. He’ll see you Monday. But I swear, if you try to keep him here any longer than I am gonna unleash hell upon you and this agency.” Sparing no more glances towards the man, she grabbed her lover and walked as fast as she could to the elevator. No one said or did anything as they left, which was a relief to her.

They left in silence, only listening to the sound of each other’s breath. The frosty air flushed both of their cheeks while they walked outside. Will began to make his way to his car, but she just kept a tight hold of his hand and walked to her own. The silence in the car was not as tense as they thought it was going to be.

“Are you okay?” She asked, turning the ignition on to start the car.

“You just chewed out my superior and stole me away from work, and you’re asking if I’m okay?” He looked over to his lover as she drove in the rapidly dimming street. She let out a deep sigh, and briefly glanced over at him.

“I’m sorry, baby. But I just couldn’t stand it. You’re meant to have today and tomorrow off anyways, and he wanted to keep you there like a mule. I’m sorry if I got you in trouble, Will.” The drive out to their home was long, but the trees and snow made it a pleasant ride.

“It’s alright. I’ve never seen anybody stand up to Jack like that, so that was interesting. Thank you for coming to get me.” He reached across and grabbed her hand that rested on the center console. She took their joined hands and pressed a kiss to the back of his.

“You’re welcome, Will. That’s what I’m here for. To tell the waiter that you wanted no onion when he brings you’re burger and you insist on eating it anyways.” She chuckled as Will groaned.

“That was one time, when we were still early into dating. I didn’t want to be that guy.” The chuckle he let out showed that he was also fond of the memory, much more than he let on.

“But that’s my job, Will. That’s what I’m here for. To drag your butt out of that god forsaken place, and home in time for Christmas Eve dinner with our family of four leggeds.” The man chuckled as they neared the house. As they pulled up, he could hear the dogs going crazy inside. He knew that he was going to be tackled the second they were let out.

“Well, thank you, honey.” As he thought, dogs swarmed his feet when the front door was opened. He eagerly greeted all of them individually. Going inside the warm house, the dogs followed and took their places all around the living room. Will pulled his partner to him by her waist, and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.

“Thank you. Again.” He mumbled against her lips, kissing her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss she was bestowed.

“You’re welcome, baby.” She whispered, coming up for air.

“Now,” Will started, causing her to open her eyes, “what am I going to do about my car that is stuck at the FBI headquarters?” She laughed as she separated from her boyfriend, and made her way to the stove to check on the food she left.

“Guess that’s a Monday you problem.” He laughed and went to change into comfy clothes. This was not how he envisioned spending the day of Christmas Eve, but the night certainly made up for the hell at work.

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[darkcastle167]

The dance of madness (p.1)

WARINIGS: Murder, Violence, In-depth murder scene descriptions, Religious trauma (religious murder?), strong language [warnings for the whole story]

Fandom: Hannibal

Hannibal X OC, Will Graham X OC (some Hannibal X Will Graham in future 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻)

I do not own Hannibal or any other characters in this story. All rights go to the respective owners.

I only own my OCs. (Belladonna, made up secondary characters, etc.)

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"What do you see, Will?"

For the first time in a while Will Graham wasn't sure what he was looking at. It was as if a bloodhound tore the place apart. To the untrained eyes it might have looked sloppy, but Will could see for what it really was- an epiphany, art. Church was supposed to be a place of prayer, light, the holy house of worship.

But again, who is to say this wasn't worship itself, a sacrifice to the almighty. Looking trough the church, the simple white walls splashed with red spots, two bodies in both ends of the large building. Both bodies held up by fishing rods, tightly tied to the balconies railings. Hands held up in the air only due to the thin rods, threatening to collapse every second. Palms open, so receiving.

One dressed in a white robe, standing on a hill of flesh, splattered all over the floor. Blood coloring the the end of the robe. It seemed to be a woman, no older than 20, blonde, her flesh fully ripped out from her skill. A faceless savior standing on the suffering on men.

A long trail of delicately spattered blood led straight to the second body. An old man, dark hair, wide open brown eyes, covered in flowers and willow. Victorious even in death, glowing in glory. Standing there, surrounded by flowers, perfectly preserved, looking almost alive. As is Will could just ask him who did this, who gave out a part of their soul, or more likely, sold their soul to create this piece of morbid art.

To Will it seemed the killer had a high level of knowledge, enough to perfectly preserve a human body, as well as surgically remove flesh with no visible flaws. The flesh on the floor, the hill of dismembered arms, legs and other body parts told him a more terrifying truth- they surely weren’t the only victims.

The light coming from the colored church glass made the view even more dramatic.

Will was silent. It almost seemed as if speaking would destroy the beauty of this art piece. So Biblical, yet it didn’t make any sense. This was the work of non other, but the killer they have been after for the past months - Belladonna. The first murder scene wasn’t that impressive, it looked just like a regular accident scene, but it wasn’t. Every time Belladonna struck, with every body, the scenes became more and more demented, unholy.

Jack on the other hand was becoming inpatient. He only saw this as a murder, not a piece of art, as the creator of it intended. He has been getting pressed by the FBI to solve the case already, as quickly and quietly as possible. They already had the Chesapeake Ripper, they did not need Belladonna. They had to get rid of her.

“The killer likely had a personal relationship with the victims. I see resemblance with previous Belladonna strikings, so I would say it's her."

"Her?" Asked Jack, “Why do you think it's a woman. This required a lot of labor, Will. It's not easy to lift bodies with fishing wire, it would take a lot of physical strength."

"Call it a gut feeling. You see the flowers around that man over there? It's atropa belladonna, commonly known as belladonna or deadly nightshade. Putting a halo of death on the body. This is a signature.”

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A storm was coming, it was evident as the winds were picking up, the gods were going to rain their anger on human kind. During his appointment with Hannibal Lecter the storm was reaching peak intensity, so they both agreed it's better to wait it out.

“You seem bothered” said Hannibal.

Will looked at him, slightly rising his eyebrows.

“The recent case has really gotten into my head. That’s all.”

Hannibal expected Will to share more, so he calmly looked at him, sitting on his couch.

After a few moments of silence, Hannibal finally stood up, walking up to a book stack on the nearby table, saying “maybe you should look at the killing in a more symbolic way. To the victorians, the Belladonna was a symbol of death or a meditation on the nature of good and evil. Maybe the killers is trying to guide you, so you can truly understand them.” He said those words as he was sorting trough the old books in-front of him.

“Well, that’s an interesting theory. I will keep it in mind if another body drops” said Will, letting out a breath he didn’t know was keeping.

“Please do.”

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The first one is short, hope you like it. 🫶🏻✨💅🏻

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TW: blood, violence

Your eyes shot open as a bright flash flooded the room. You barely had time to realize what was happening before the sky growled at you. A thunderstorm. Great. Just what you needed right now.

You took a few seconds to breathe and calm down. Your heart was beating so fast you couldn’t hear yourself think. There was another flash of light. You got ready to count, trying to guess how far the storm was, but thunder followed immediately after.

Quickly you reached for the lamp on the nightstand. You struggle a bit, not yet used to this bedroom but finally managed to find the switch. You turned it on. Nothing. You tried again, trying to convince yourself that this time it would work, but no, the light wouldn’t turn on. Slowly, you laid back down on the bed, trembling. You wished the boys hadn’t left the house. You tried once again to calm yourself down but it was too late, the memories came flooding back.

You found yourself in your childhood bedroom. You were 10 years old again. It had been a similar night, a big thunderstorm that seemed to loom right over your house. As if the storm had been created specifically for you. You had woken up to a loud crash coming from downstairs. You called for your mom. No answer. Your dad. No answer. Quietly, you made your way out of your bedroom, tiptoeing to the staircase. You could hear noise coming from downstairs. It must have been your dad, trying to find a flashlight or candles in the dark, as there was a lot of shuffling around. You made your way to the kitchen but were stopped a few feet before you could reach the door. You stepped into something. It soaked slowly through your sock as if it was thicker than water. You looked down, only to see your mother lying on the ground, blood dripping from her forehead. You ran into the kitchen screaming to get your dad’s attention, only to trip on something and fall face-first. You looked over your shoulder and saw your dad, hands and legs tied, with a long cut running along his left arm. He shouted something at you, but you were too stunned to even move. Before you knew it, a man grabbed you from behind. You tried to wriggle free, trashing around, hitting him, but you were ten. Nothing you could do was ever going to make him lose his grip. He shoved you into the bathroom and you hit your head on the bathtub. Your vision had gotten blurry, but you had felt him tie your legs together, shove something in your mouth and put a blindfold over your eyes. The rest had been a complete blackout. You had woken up the next day, in a hospital, your parents in the adjacent rooms. In the end, no one had died. It had been a robbery gone wrong though the robbers had never been apprehended.

Another bright flash. The memory started to fade away. Thunder. You realized you were crying and crying without restraint. And it felt good. You suddenly realized how grateful you were to Hannibal. During the last few months, things had went from bad to worse and meeting them was the only thing going right for you. Getting fired from your job at an art museum in New York, the very place you met Hannibal for the first time, was quickly followed by getting dump, seeing your rent increased and having to move back in with your parents. Baltimore was a nice city, that was certain, but compared to New York… Still, some luck came out of all this since not even a day after you moved back in, you bumped into Hannibal. You had always liked him, his conversation about art and history, though you never really understood what he found so interesting in you. Yet, he had always been friendly, and after learning what had happened, he didn’t even hesitate before asking you if you wanted to stay with him. You refused politely at first, but after staying with your parents for a week, you quickly accepted his offer. You knew little of Hannibal’s personal life but you were surprised to learn that someone else had been living with him. Well, someone and his dogs. Will Graham was his name. As for the dogs, even after weeks of staying there, you could never remember which was which.

Barking dragged you out of your thoughts and snapped you back to reality. Another flash of light. Then thunder. Then thunder. Again? That couldn’t be right. The dogs were barking louder now, some had clearly left the bottom of the stairs. Something must have fallen and caused a loud crash. Or someone could’ve been trying to get in. Hesitantly, you grabbed your phone and turned on the flashlight. Hannibal’s house was one of the most secure places you had ever lived in. There was no way someone was actually in the house. But with the power out, you couldn’t help but worry.

Quietly, you got out of bed and made your way to the stairs. You would stop every now and then, listening for any weird sounds. You met the dogs at the bottom of the stairs and stopped to pet them. Their tails were wagging and they didn’t seem too worried unlike you. You stopped and listened. You could only hear silence and rain, which would’ve calmed you if lightning didn’t come back at the same time, thunder still following closely after. This storm was definitely not going anywhere. And there it was again, the other crash. Now that you were waiting for it, it sounded more like a tear. One of the bigger dogs came running towards you from the front door. Out of precaution, you went to check if it was still locked. The house was so quiet, no one could’ve actually gotten inside. As it turned out, the door was still locked. With two of Will’s bigger dogs now following you, you made your way around the first floor, checking every door and window. Everything was in order, yet you couldn’t find what caused the crash. You sat on the couch, too scared to go back up. At least, if you were downstairs, the dogs could stay with you. Will and Hannibal only left to see a play, surely they would be back soon. You just had to fight sleep for an hour, maybe two. You look down at your phone to see the time. 12:45 and a dangerously low battery percentage.

“Fuck!” you said out loud.

If you wanted it to last, in case of an emergency, you would have to turn the flashlight off. Which meant staying in the dark. Reluctantly, you grabbed a blanket and replaced the pillows on the couch. If you had to spend the rest of the night here, in the dark, you might as well be comfortable. The dogs had gathered at the feet of the couch.

“You don’t want me to turn off the light either, mmh?” you asked them, “let’s just hope Will and Hannibal get back soon.”

Their heads tilted to the side as they heard Will’s name. You couldn’t help but smile. You took a deep breath before turning off the flashlight, only to be startled by another round of lightning and thunder. You almost dropped your phone. You were getting more and more nervous, and more and more tired.

You wrapped yourself in the blanket, resting your head on a pillow. Maybe you could rest for just a few seconds. The dogs were close by. If the noise came back, surely they would wake you. Lightning and thunder were still raging outside, but the adrenaline slowly fading got the better of you and you drifted to sleep.

It was only hours later that the dogs woke you up with their barking, though you wouldn’t know that until the morning.

“Shh, quiet down,” said Will.

“What?” you asked, starting to wake up slowly.

“Not you Y/N, the dogs, just go back to sleep.”

You groaned before lifting the blanket above your head. You weren’t sure exactly what was going on.

“Come on get off the couch,” Will said.

You were about to complain when you felt a weight lift from your legs.

“That’s it, you know you aren’t allowed on that,” said Will.

“Will what’s…” you started, only to be cut off by another voice.

“Shh, Y/N, go back to sleep.”

It was Hannibal.

“Will, get your dogs out of here,” he went on, “please.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, lowering the blanket.

You saw that he was kneeling by your side.

“What for?”

“I don’t… I don’t know actually. I…”

“How come you’re here,” he asked, moving a strand of your hair away from your face.

“I’m not… I’m not sure.”

But as you said that, lightning stroke. A small cry escaped your lips as you gripped the blanket tightly.

“Oh, I see,” Hannibal said, “It’s alright dear, let’s get you upstairs.

He kissed your forehead gently before getting up. You got up on your elbow slowly. You weren’t completely awake yet, and somehow, doing so made you dizzy.

“Oh, no, no, lie back down,” Hannibal said.

“But you said we needed to go,” you said plopping back down on the couch.

“I got you, just go back to sleep. Please Y/N.”

Gently, he placed one hand around your shoulders and the other under your legs.

“You… you can’t pick me up, I’ll get up,” you said, trying to wriggle out of his arms.

It didn’t work really well and before you knew it, you were off the couch and in Hannibal’s arms.

“Let me down,” you said now fully awake, “This is embarrassing.”

But before you knew it, lightning and thunder were back. You shut your eyes tightly and hid your face in Hannibal’s shoulder.

“It’s alright,” he said, chuckling lightly.

The memories from earlier all flooded back at once. Your heart was beating faster and you started trembling.

“It’s alright, Y/N,” he said now seriously, “You’re safe, you’re inside, we’re here with you.”

He kissed the top of your head. You believed him, yet you couldn’t open your eyes.

“What’s going on,” asked Will.

You hadn’t even noticed he came back.

“I don’t think Y/N is too fond of thunderstorms,” said Hannibal, turning to face Will.

You still hid your face as tears were running down your face. You had just remembered the noise. The loud crash. The sound of someone entering the house. The sound of someone stabbing your mother and the sound of someone throwing you in a dark bathroom.

“There was a noise,” you finally said, barely whispering.

No one seemed to notice.

“Something going back to their childhood if I’m not mistaken,” Hannibal added.

How he knew that, you couldn’t understand. Part of you was grateful though, that you wouldn’t have to explain yourself.

“There was a noise,” you said again, tugging slightly on Hannibal’s shirt. You could still hear your heart beating in your ears; their voices sounded muffled.

“I’m sure it was nothing, Y/N. You’re safe now, we’re here.”

“What did they say,” asked Will.

“They heard a noise.”

“A big branch fell from a tree in the backyard, I spotted it when I let the dogs out. That could’ve been it.”

“See, Y/N, nothing to worry about.”

You let go of his shirt and let him take you up the stairs, back to your room.

“Will, would you please…” Hannibal trailed off as he got to your bed.

“Oh sure,” Will said, quickly moving the bed cover.

Gently, Hannibal set you down on the bed, but you clutched to the sleeve of his shirt.

“Please don’t go,” you said quietly, “the storm isn’t over, it might come back.”

“What would, dear?”

“The noise, the…”

“Yes?”

“The… nevermind…”

You felt tears running down your face again.

“You’ll stay close?” you finally asked.

“Of course, “he answered.

Carefully, he pulled the covers over you. He wiped away the tears from your cheek with his thumb and brushed your hair back.

“Of course I’ll stay close,” he repeated, kissing your forehead one last time.

You watched him leave. He stopped, as he turned around and smiled at Will. He whispered something to him you couldn’t quite understand and left, leaving the door slightly open.

“Goodnight,” you said to Will, expecting him to be leaving as well.

“Actually, can I stay for a minute,” he asks, gesturing towards the foot of your bed.

“Sure, “ you said as he sat down.

You stared at each other for a minute before he spoke.

“I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“It’s okay… and thanks,” you answered smiling softly.

“For what?”

“Finding what caused the noise.”

“I mean… I didn’t go looking for it… I… it’s no problem, really,” he finally said, “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

“I think I will.”

“Thunderstorm, not really your thing?”

“No, not really…”

He was about to get up when the door opened and a Border Collie made its way inside.

“What are you doing here?” Will asked, bending to pet the dog, “You know you aren’t allowed upstairs.”

He picked up the dog and turned to you.

“You know she was sleeping on your legs when you were on the couch?” he asked.

“I didn’t even notice she had climbed on, honestly,” you said.

“Well, goodnight,” he said smiling at you, “I have to bring this one back downstairs now.”

“She can stay with Y/N,” said Hannibal loudly from another room.

“Really!” you said suddenly sitting up.

“But just for tonight,” Hannibal added.

You petted her head. She seemed to be smiling at you. You rested your head on Will’s shoulder.

“Have you ever had a dog,” he asked.

“No, my dad’s allergic to them. My neighbours did have one. He was terribly afraid of fireworks and would always escape in our yard.”

“I use to have one like that,” he said, “Fireworks and thunderstorms just weren’t his thing.”

“So what did you do?”

“I loved him. I hold him close and I loved him,” he said wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“But, what happened when you weren’t there?”

“I’d find him curled up between the other dogs. They learn to take care of each other you know?”

“That’s nice,” you mumbled.

Already, you were falling asleep again.

“Let’s get you to bed now, how about that?” he said, before tucking you in.

The Border Collie curled up at the foot of your bed, resting her head on your legs.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Will.”

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Hannibal Masterlist

Hannibal

Dad's Got Your Back

Will

Poly Will x Hannibal

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Submissive (Will Graham)

Description: Will overhears Y/N telling Hannibal that Will is too submissive in bed.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2,136 k

His moans and whimpers filled the air as Y/N rode him. He was gripping her hips for dear life as her body moved on his, taking him deeper and deeper each time. Her head was back as she let out moans herself. Her hands on top of his as he squeezed her hips. He was definitely leaving marks but she didn’t care. Will’s hips started to thrust up matching rhythm with hers. Her pace was steady but she thrusted hard and deep on him. “Fuck you look so pretty riding me.” He praised in a groan. She moaned at his words and her pace got faster. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling.

She gasped as he hit her sweet spot over and over again. She moaned his name loudly as she felt her orgasm near. Will was seconds away from cumming but wanted her to cum first like the gentleman he is. “You close baby?” He managed to ask. She nodded and moaned. “Me too. Fuck.” He groaned. He couldn’t hold it much longer. Luckily she came hard seconds later with a loud moan. He let go with a whimper of the woman’s name. Her hips rode out the high for the both of them until nothing was left. She sighed and collapsed beside him, still panting. She looked over at her man and saw how sweaty but hot he looked. He turned towards her and gave her a tired smile. “I needed that.” He said and she smiled and kissed his sweaty forehead. “No problem baby.” 

“I’m telling you Han, I love him but he’s too submissive in the bedroom.” They sat in his office as she ranted about her sex life with Will. He watched her with an expression that said “why are you telling me this?” “Y/N this is a therapy session and you’re telling me about Will being too submissive?” She sighed and nodded. “Yes because we are friends and you don’t seem to have a submissive bone in your body.” She tells him. “Are you really surprised that Will is like this?” He asked her. She shook her head. “Well No but I want him to dominate me in the bedroom. Make me call him daddy or some shit.” He nods slowly “right ... .so have you tried talking to him about this?” “No o don’t wanna hurt his feelings.” She tells him. “I don’t think he’d be too fond of you telling me this.” He said. “Well yeah but that’s why I brought it up during our session. You by law can’t tell him.” She points out. What neither realized was that Will was listening from the other side of the door. He wasn’t so happy about it. “Just talk to him. And I don’t want to ever hear you say you want him to make you call him daddy again.” He points at her. “Sorry but it’s the truth.” He nods and sighs. “Is there anything else you wanna talk about?” He asked, hoping this conversation was over. 

She got home after her session with Hannibal and Will didn’t greet her when she came through the door like he usually would. He was in the kitchen making dinner without a sound. “Hey baby.” She said and came into the kitchen. “Hello.” He replied with no emotion in his voice. She looked at him confused but he just kept cooking. What was with him? “How was your day?” She asked getting up on the counter. He shrugged and mumbled something. “What was that?” She asked. “Just fine.” He said. She didn’t believe him. “Will, are you okay?” She asked, concerned. He set down the spoon. “Would you be okay if I told another woman how you are in bed and that I wanted it to change?” Her eyes widened. How did he know she told Hannibal that? Hannibal legally can’t tell him that.

“How do you know about that?” She asked. He laughed. “That’s what you’re wondering? How did I know?” He asked. He thought it was unbelievable that that’s what she got out of what he said. “Hannibal can’t legally tell you that. So how did you know?” She got off the counter. “Why are you worried about how I know when you told another man you don’t like how I am in bed?” He yelled. “First off it’s Hannibal not just some other man and I never said I didn’t like it Will.” She yells back. “It sure sounded like it.” “You were listening to us?” She asked no longer yelling. “Y/N are you kidding me? That isn’t the issue here! You told another man something you should have told me. I am your boyfriend for fucksakes.” He yells. She looks down feeling guilty. Hannibal was right. She should’ve just talked to him. “You’re right I’m sorry. I should’ve told you.” “Why didn't you?” She sighs, not looking him in the eye. “I was afraid to hurt your feelings.” He rolls his eyes. “What hurt my feelings was you telling Hannibal.” She nods understandingly. He sighs. “I’m gonna get back to dinner. We can talk about this later.” He says turning back towards the stove. “Will-” “Enough Y/N I am not in the mood.” She nods and walks out the kitchen giving him space. 

She wakes up around 9:00 am. Will had today off but they seemed to be fighting still so she wasn’t excited. She sighs and opens her eyes letting them adjust to the light outside. She goes to move but can’t. “What the hell?’” She says to herself and looks up to see her hands handcuffed to the bed. She gasps and tugs but groans in pain. “Will?” She calls out. Moments later he walks in their shared bedroom with a smirk. “Good morning Baby.” He says. “Will what the fuck is this?” She asked. He rolls his eyes and gets on the bed. “Don’t play stupid you know exactly what this is.” He says. He straddles her and cups her face. “You are in for it baby.” He tells her. She feels herself getting wet at his words and the position they are in.

His hand leaves her face and travels down her body to her sweatpants. He smirks and puts his hand in them and feels her wetness. She gasps out his name. “Wow baby you’re soaked.” He says and starts rubbing her clit. She lets out a delicious moan as he abuses her clit. He watches her with intense eyes as she closes her eyes enjoying the feeling. “Eyes open.” He demands. She opens them and looks straight at him. She fought to close her eyes but wasn’t sure she wanted to find out what would happen. Her hips started moving up and down. He stops her hips and gives her a smirk. “Don’t.” He says. She whines and he tsk at her. “If you want to have any control here you have to beg.” He tells her. “Will please.” He speeds up his rubbing. Her eyes fall close again. “Close your eyes again and you won’t get to cum.” He tells her and she snaps her eyes open. “Will I’m really close.” She moans as she starts panting.

He smirks and watches her try to move but he had her put. Once he realized that she was gonna cum he pulled his hand out of her sweats. She gasps at his actions and frowns. He smiles and rubs her cheek. “Awww baby are you sad that I didn’t let you cum?” He asked. She nodded. “Words.” “Yes.” He got off her and took off his clothes. His hard dick stands proud. He starts jerking himself off as he stares at her with dark eyes. She whimpers and stares back with pleading eyes. “Will please let me touch you.” She begs. He lets out a groan. “If you would have told me instead of Hannibal I’d let you. But you’re gonna watch me cum all over my hand and then maybe I’ll let you have fun.” He says.

She whined and he mocked her and laughed but it was cut off with a moan as he sped up. His eyes closed and he threw his head back. “Fuck Y/N.” He moaned. She thrashed against the cuffs and whined. Her pussy dripped with need as she watched him pleasure himself. He moaned loudly that he was close. “Let me help you Will.” She begged. He walked to her and looked down at her as he jerked off. He let out a loud moan as he came all over his chest. She let out a loud gasped as he milked himself clean. He laughed as she had cum all over her chest. He took a finger and got some on his finger and shoved it in her mouth. “Suck.” He demanded. She wrapped her mouth around his finger and sucked. She moaned at the taste and he watched her getting hard again. He watched her with his mouth opened as she sucked it like it was his dick. Though his dick was a lot bigger and thicker. “That’s a good girl.” He says. He pulls his finger out of her mouth and wipes it on her shirt that was covered in cum. He took the switchblade he had on the desk and cut her shirt off. Her nipples are hard and wanting attention.

He ran his fingers over them and she gasped loudly. “Over the smallest touch you’re making noise.” He coos. His hand travels to her sweatpants and pulls them off. “Will uncuff me please.” She begged. “No.” He looked at her pussy and chuckled. “Wow baby you’re even more wet than before. I bet you really wanna cum right now don’t you?” He asked. “Yes I wanna cum so bad Will.” She moaned and bucked her hips. “No bucking. Only I get to cause you pleasure.” He says and swipes over her clit with his finger. “Please Will I need you inside of me.” She begged. He mocked her and got on top of her. “I don’t care what you want, baby. You’re my bitch now. If I don’t want you to cum you won’t. If I wanna be inside of you I will. But you are in no position to call the shots.” He tells her. She wanted to cry. “But lucky for you I love this pussy so much that I wanna be inside of it.” He lines himself up with her entrance and pushes in all the way. She cries out hard as he doesn’t give her time to adjust. Though it still felt good. “Oh yeah baby you have the wettest, sweetest most perfect pussy out there.”He tells her. She moans at his words and he grabs her throat. “I’m sorry you were supposed to say thank you.” He groans. “Thank you baby.” “I am no longer the baby here.” He tells her. Her once submissive Will was no longer. His hips stayed at a slow pace teasing her.

She knew begging was going to get her nowhere but he wasn’t giving her enough. He was teasing himself as well. He started rocking into her faster. Her moans got louder and he cursed as he felt her wetness spill onto him. He stared at her and when she began closing her eyes she immediately opened them again not wanting to have another punishment. Her arms were sore from the cuffs and were definitely red. But that didn’t matter. What did was the pleasure they both were in. His hips started pounding into her and the moans she was letting loose turned to screams of his name. He bit back all the noises that threatened to spill from him. He was used to making noise but wanting to hear hers.

He watched her thighs shake and her breathing pick up. Her screams got louder and louder making him closer. He felt like he was going to cum any second and she was too. “Will i’m gonna cum.” She moaned and closed her eyes. He gripped her throat and squeezed a little causing her eyes to open again. “I cum first and then you.” He grunts and lets a small whimper leave his lips as he cums. He spills into her without a care in the world. He pulls out of her before she can orgasm. She whines as her climax sinks back down.

He chuckled and got off her. “Will, what are you doing?” She asked. “You said I could cum after you.” He laughs and grabs his close. “No, I said I was cumming first. Maybe next time don’t tell Hannibal that you don’t like how I am in bed.” He says and leaves the room smirking, leaving his girlfriend on the edge and yelling his name.                  

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His carefully crafted web.

Will Graham x Graham!reader x Hannibal Lecter

Summary: Hannibal wants both the Grahams to himself. He begins to spin his web of lies to get them crawling right to him.

Warning: Manipulation and gaslighting!!

Author's note: You can't look at this gif and be like "That's platonic love." LOOK AT IT! Also- I wanna write just a Hannibal x reader but my mind is blanking so hard.

Masterlist

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Jack Crawford led the Grahams to the crime scene, letting their eyes wander over the dead body in front of them. 

Neither were easily mortified at vicious killings anymore.

After all, she was their head biologist, and Will was their reconstruction specialist. 

But the dead body in front of them sent a small shiver down the woman's spine.

Will noticed and placed a gentle hand on her back. "You alright?"

She nods, "M'fine."

Jack nods at the two, "Do your thing, Will." And he walks out of the house, leaving the two Grahams alone.

Y/N bends down to the body, "This girl drowned on her own blood. That gives you something to go off of." She stands and gives her husband a sweet kiss on the cheek, "I'll be just outside."

He reaches out and grabs her hand, "Stay?"

Her eyebrows furrow, "I thought you do this best alone?"

"I do, but you help me think. Just… you being near helps me. It… brings me back to reality when I get too lost. Just promise me you'll stay?"

She was at a loss for words, "I… yes… of course."

He nods and closes his eyes, taking deep breaths.

…

"You said that to her?" Hannibal asks Will.

"Yeah, and I meant it too. I've been so worried about not coming out of the daze. She… she keeps me away from making my own design."

"And what happens when she can't help you anymore?"

Will sits up, "what do you mean?"

Hannibal blinks, "There may come a day that she can't help you anymore. What if you hurt her?"

Will loses color in his face, "No, I wouldn't do that."

The doctor shrugs, "How do you know?"

"I just won't." He looks up unsure, "Hannibal, that won't happen, right?"

Hannibal sighs, "I can't guarantee it, Will. You and I both know that."

Will sits back and runs a hand over his face. How could he be so stupid to not think about that? What if he wakes up from his daze to be covered in her blood?

He doesn't think he'd be able to live.

"Just promise me, Will. If something happens, anything, that you'll come to me. I can protect you. And her."

Will nods like it's obvious. 

…

Hannibal had a plan in motion. He always does.

And he wanted the Grahams.

He knew that they were attached at the hip, practically an extension of the other. So in order to gain their trust, he'd have to break them apart. 

But he knew he could always get them back together once they were his.

So, getting under Will's skin was the first step.

And it was too easy.

Hannibal was beginning to spin his little web.

Now, to get Will's wife.

…

"Y/N, may I speak with you?" Hannibal asked the biologist.

She looked up from her microscope in the lab, "Hannibal? You're the last person I expected to see. I'm pleased, don't get me wrong."

He smiled, "I understand. I'm just worried about you."

"Me?" She scoffs lightly, "Why are you worried for me?"

He steps up to her, letting his voice drop, "Has Will ever… laid his hands on you?"

She blinked, "What?"

"Has he hurt you?"

Y/N stepped away from his in suspicion. "No. Will would never. Why are you pointing fingers, Hannibal?"

Hannibal sighs as sets his blazer over a chair. "I'm worried that he's become unstable."

She nods, "He is but he's getting better. That doesn't put me at risk."

His eyebrow raised, "It doesn't?"

Suddenly, she wasn't so sure.

"No, it… Will… he… um… Hannibal, I don't understand."

He steps a bit closer now, their faces inches apart, "If he lays a hand on you, or hurts you in any way, I want to be the first to know. I would never let him touch you."

She tilts her head, "Hannib-"

"-No more. I need a promise, Y/N."

She shakes her head, "It won't happen."

He reaches forward and brushes hair behind her ear, "Your promise, Graham."

"I promise?"

He nods, "Good girl."

And with that, he grabs his jacket and leaves.

…

Now, the Grahams were avoiding each other. 

Neither wanted to talk out their recent feelings with the psychiatrist. 

And Hannibal could not be more pleased. 

Both came practically crawling to him.

And he welcomed them with feigned surprise and open arms.

…

A few months and many manipulative talks later, he had them trained exactly how he wanted them.

Hannibal came home and set his bag down gently, "Y/N?" His voice rang out.

She floated down the stairs happily, "You're home early!"

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, "I wanted to see you two as quickly as I could."

Will rounded the corner, "Oh. I didn't hear you come in, Hannibal."

Hannibal's smile only grew, "When you read, you're in another world, dear Will."

The two share a gently kiss. 

Will pulls Y/N away from Hannibal's arms to wrap his own around the girl.

"I've been thinking," Hannibal says. He states it as if it's a new thought, and not one he had planned since the day he met the pair, "I feel a bit left out. You're both the Grahams."

Will places a kiss on the woman's neck and then looks up at Hannibal, "Oh, did you want to be a Graham, too, Hannibal? We can make that happen."

"No," Hannibal said with a smirk as he stared at the beautiful couple in front of him- the couple that lived in his home, ate his dinners he created, and slept beside him every night. The couple that belonged to him. "I believe the Lecters are more elegant. Don't you, darling?" He looks at Y/N.

Her lips pull into a line and she looks up at Will, "The Lecters? Will?"

Will was already beaming, "The Lecters. I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Hannibal."

Hannibal smiled.

…

He had spun his web slowly and meticulously, paying attention to every detail. 

And the two little bugs known as the Grahams had landed right in it unknowingly.

After all, the spider was very charming.

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Will Graham x reader - non traditional family

Will with a reader who loves dogs just as much as him and brings home a rescue dog that had been treated really bad in its previous home and them just trying to get the dog to trust them, if you’re willing to write for it that is <3 - @panic-in-the-multiverse 💜

Sitting in the doorway to the bathroom, you smiled a little to the dog that was sat in the far corner of the room, head down watching you from the corner of his eye.

“Here Hugo.”

You placed a treat on the floor and slid it over to him, and he shuffled back a little bit, cautiously sniffing it.

You had set up a barricade to stop the other dogs from coming over, but you did get up, closing the bathroom door and made your way over with some treats for them.

You scratched behind their ears, giving them all treats, not bothering to look up as the front door was opened.

“Why is half the house sectioned off?” Will asked.

“I did a thing. And these guys can’t come into the area yet.”

Will looked at you as he shrugged his jacket off, petting all the dogs as he made his way through them all.

“What did you do?” He asked.

He stepped over the stairgates that you had put up around the place to keep the other dogs away from the bathroom.

You placed your hand on his chest, making him stop in his tracks, and you brought your hand up to his head, touching the bandaid that was on his forehead.

“What’s happened love?” You asked.

“Suspect charged at me, he hit my head of the wall. It’s fine.”

You slowly nodded your head, brushing some hair away from his face.

Will stared into your eyes for a moment before he leant down, and you met him halfway to kiss him.

He placed his hand on the back of your head to hold you in place before he moved away, pressing his forehead to yours.

“It’s fine..” he mumbled.

“I worry…”

“I know. Are you going to tell me what you did?”

You kissed the corner of his mouth and held out your hand to him, letting him decide if he what he wanted to do, and he placed his hand in yours.

You led him over to the bathroom, hovering your other hand over the door handle.

“Gotta keep quiet, he’s scared.”

“He?”

You slowly opened the door, and you sat back down in the doorway.

Will looked at the dog that had laid down, still facing the door.

He crouched behind you, resting his arms on his knees.

“What’s his name?”

“Hugo, he’s a rescue from work, he came in today. He was caged constantly, and was being trained as a fighting dog, we believe he’s a German shepherd but we can’t be sure until his coat grows back properly, but he’s got all the features of one.”

Will nodded his head.

“His health?”

“A little malnutrition, some wounds that need healing, and he was covered in ticks, but we vaccinated him today, he doesn’t have fleas, and he’s not aggressive to other dogs just scared.”

Will reached down into the pocket of your sweater, pulling out a couple a treats.

He sat against the other part of the doorframe, sitting opposite you, his legs over yours.

He leant over, setting a treat on the floor and pushed it over slightly while you just watched, taking mental notes of Hugo’s behaviour.

Will glanced over at you, watching as you studied the new addition to the pack, and he turned back to Hugo.

“How long has he been here?”

“Since this afternoon. He came in this morning but couldn’t handle being in the kennel.”

Will nodded.

“Have you eaten?”

“No, but I did bring some food home. I forgot to make dinner though, sorry.”

Getting up, Will brushed his hand over your shoulder, making his way into the kitchen.

“I can’t see you.”

You moved to the side he was sat on, and sat further into the hallway so he was able to see you from where he was stood.

You smiled softly at him.

“So, what did you do today?”

“You don’t want to know.”

You laughed softly.

“I do, you know I do. I like hearing about your day.”

Will glanced up from where he was stood and went back to preparing the food, telling you about his day.

He went front start to finish, leaving out anything that seemed a little too intense, and you just sat there listening to him, occasionally checking on Hugo.

You ate there, and when it came to going to sleep, you closed the door again, making sure the other dogs couldn’t get in.

Making your way over to the bed you stood at the side of it and Will looked up from his book, smiling slightly at you.

“Are you coming to bed?” He asked.

Will knew full well what you were waiting for, and he just sat there waiting for you to say it and you stood there stubbornly for a few minutes.

After being stubborn your finally sat on the bed next to him, lifting his arm so you were able to get under it, resting your head on his chest.

Will dropped his arm over your shoulder, putting his book in his other hand, resting his hand on your head.

“Are you staying home tomorrow?”

“Do you want me to?”

You nodded a little.

“Okay, I’ll stay. What do you have planned?”

“Nothing really, we both have the day off, and I’m lazy and don’t want to go anywhere.”

“Well, how about ice fishing? Will you come with me if I go?”

“You know I will love.”

Will smiled a little to himself, turning his attention back to his book while you just laid over him, moving every so often.

Now you were laid with your back on his chest, his hand in yours resting on your stomach.

Will was asleep, and you were still awake, unable to sleep, you hadn’t been able to sleep for a few hours, so you finally got up.

You kissed the side of Will’s head, making your way off the bed and grabbed one of his jackets, pulling it on and you made your way towards the bathroom.

Opening the door, you stepped inside and laid down on the other side of the room to Hugo who was watching you.

You smiled at the dog, and rested an arm under your head to try sleep in there.

Thankfully you did after a short while.

Will wake up from a nightmare, and he searched around the bed for you and he shot up when he couldn’t find you.

“(Y/N)?”

Will stood up, throwing the sheets from the bed.

“(Y/N)?!” He whisper yelled.

He checked the couch to see if you went to sleep on there, knowing sometimes you would go there if you couldn’t sleep.

You weren’t in there so he turned to the kitchen, making his way over he stopped by the bathroom and opened the door.

He turned the light on and Hugo shot up from being laid in the middle of the floor and went back over to the other side of the room.

You grumbled a little bit and he turned the light back out.

Will laid down next to you, his arm over your waist.

“Sorry…” he whispered.

He touched his forehead against yours, closing his eyes again and you brought your hand up to run it through his hair.

“Nightmare…?”

He nodded his head, you rolled on to your back, lifting his head to rest it on your shoulder.

“It’s okay…” you whispered.

You and Will went out the next day, leaving a shirt that belong to you both in the bathroom for Hugo, and you carried on sleeping in there with the dog.

You did everything you needed to earn his trust, slowly letting him meet the other dogs, letting him explore every so often.

“I think we should get another dog.”

“Really?” Will asked.

“Yeah, you can never have too many dogs.”

Will looked at you from where he was stood at the other end of the bed.

You grinned at him.

“You’re only saying that because you’ve all taken over the bed.”

You ran a hand over Hugo’s head as he laid next to you, holding your other arm out for Will.

“There’s always room for you.”

“It’s fine, I’m going for a walk. Will you be alright here?”

“Have you seen our dogs? Of course I will.”

Will walked over, leaning down to gently kiss you, and he walked over to the door, whistling and all the dogs aside from Hugo ran after him.

“Will that’s not fair!”

You got up, walked over to where he was already holding out your jacket for you.

You pulled your shoes on and slipped into your jacket, calling for Hugo who nervously came padding over.

“I knew you’d come.”

“You took my dogs…”

“Your dogs? I didn’t know my dogs were your dogs.”

Will opened the door for you.

“What’s yours is mine love.”

He hummed a little bit, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he trailed behind you.

“Does that mean that whatever you have is mine then?” Will asked.

“Yup.”

You carried on walking, occasionally throwing a snowball for the dogs to chase and will just kept a close eye on you and Hugo

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Please could you do Will Graham x fem reader where she's kidnapped by him but he treats her so well? Like he is madly in love w her and even tho she doesn't like being kidnapped, she accepts her reality and starts to get along well with Will? And he's happy because maybe she can start feeling the same that him.

Smut and fluffy/angsty please! I love your work

►PAIRING: Will Graham X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Hannibal ►WORDS: 1.1k ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. ►SONG INSPIRATION: Obsessed by Elle Lexxa ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Angsty Reader | Fluffy Will | Unprotected Vaginal Penetration | Acceptance of situation - Stockholm Syndrome | I may be missing some, but you get a general idea, so please proceed with caution if there is anything in there that is overly triggering please let me know politely and I will make sure it is added to the list. ►NOTE: Hello Anon Requester and Reader. So in a previous post I had stated I will no longer be taking on Hannibal and Hannibal character requests until further notice. However, this request would finish up my series of Obsession. So for you and for the sake of finishing my series, I will fill this request and make it my third and final part of Obsession. You can read part one and part two in the links next to the masterlist. Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Hannibal Masterlist | Obsession Pt. 1 Obsession Pt. 2

You were just as lost then as you are now. You had no idea what was happening, but you were feeling it. You were feeling it deep, this sense of acceptance over everything. Maybe Will wasn't so bad, maybe there was good to him, after all, you never wanted for anything, you never needed anything, and anything you ever desired besides escaping you've gotten. The way you take your toast with a little extra jam on the bottom corner for your first bite, or how you take your coffee with a little pinch of cinnamon in the grinds before brewing. He took note of all of this, and you never felt unsafe with him. He never hurt you. All he's ever wanted was to love you, and for you to love him and here you are questioning the very same thing.

Knocking at your door he peeks in and looks at you with such a kind loving smile. "Good morning. How did you sleep?" He asks you.

Nodding you give a small smile tucking some hair away from your face. "I slept alright, thank you. Coffee? Maybe I can, I don't know, join you for breakfast this time instead of eating in here? The room is starting to smell like breakfast lunch and dinner." You give a small smile and a soft chuckle.

Will's eyes light up and he looks over you and with an eager nod he looked over you and gave you a genuine loving smile. Swallowing your pride, you give him a smile back and search his face. He seemed kind, caring even. You didn't want to judge but it was like you couldn't help it. He kidnapped you after all, but there was just something so soft and somber behind his eyes. You could feel that he could really do damage if he chose to, but he didn't. He didn't hurt you; he didn't want to. He's been nothing short of sweet with you.

You reach for him and look over him and give him a sweet smile and he takes your hand and kisses your hand gently before he unlocks your ankle from the chain and leads you to the kitchen. Sitting you down he smiles.

"Coffee? What would you like for breakfast?" He asked.

"Coffee sounds perfect. Breakfast... blueberry pancakes? With sausage on the side and an egg?" You ask with a small smile. "I can help if you'd like." You offer.

Looking at you he tilts his head and smiles nodding. "I'd like that."

Making your way over to the counter, it felt good to stretch your legs and do something other than reading, or sketching, even pacing your room was growing exhausting. You would attempt to see if he can take you out back to his beautiful garden later. But right now. Right now, you just wanted to enjoy doing something different after what seemed like days.

Taking a moment to watch him, you feel this urge to reach out and touch him. Looking up at him you smile. He looks over you, but it was this urge to reach out a little more. Pushing past, you start to realize a little more about him that was deeper, it was a deeper acceptance of things, you realize you're really not going anywhere.

"I want you to make love to me Will..." You state, almost hesitant, but genuine. "In your bed..." you add.

He stops and looks at you, tilting his head, a little concerned, but there was something in your eyes that spoke truth. He knew what this was, but he was also blinded by his own wants, needs, and desires. His utter infatuation with you.

He pulls you close and kisses you deeply. In a fever you wrap your arms around him and pull him even closer, your hands in his hair. Bending slightly, he picks you up, wrapping your legs around him as he takes you to his room.

Laying you upon his bed he looks over you as you toss your night shirt to the side and you sit up, reaching forward and pull at his pajama pants as he strips his shirt off and tosses it to the side. Dropping his pants, he scoots you further up on the bed, so your head rests on the pillows.

"Are you sure?" He asks. The first time he's asked for consent, but you know what, you were willing this time.

You look at him and nod. "I'm sure." you whisper as you press your lips to his and pull him closer.

Pressing your hips up toward him, you feel his member against your flesh, and you let out a soft whimper and a heavy breath. The kiss deepens. Feeling him stiffen against your warm, damp, needing core you whimper again and roll your hips against the stiffing flesh and with a small adjustment he slips his member between your heavenly folds, and he lets out a groan.

Feeling the way he stretches you, you let out a soft moaning whimper as you arch into him, your nails rake across his back up to his shoulders. His lips press against yours in a small fit of fever. With each thrust the grunts and groans matched.

He made your body feel hot, tingly, wanted even. Why did you not see this before? Maybe it was because it wasn't under your terms, but now, now this was your terms and it felt different. You could get more used to this than what you are now.

The roll of your hips matched the press of his in perfect unison, the moans from your lips bounced off the walls and it only fueled him even more. The way he filled you caused you to want more. You were absolutely lost in this moment, craving more you widen your hips and lose yourself completely to him.

While the act itself was intoxicating, what fueled you more was feeling that pining for a finish, feeling it swell within your core you clench your legs around him pulling him deeper into you. Letting out a seductive lustful scream in raw pleasure you feel this orgasm consume you. But it was when you felt him press deeper into you releasing his hot ribbons of seed, feeling them coat your walls you let out another trembling fluttering moan that fills the room.

After a few moments you both look at each other and you smile a somber calm loving smile. "Breakfast?" you ask.

With a chuckle he nods and carries you to the kitchen, setting you on the counter, his seed oozing from you as he smirks. It was this moment you realize that this man, you were going to enjoy the company of a little more than before. This moment right here that he knew you were going to be with him forever.

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Hannibal saying this to Will... <;3

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