#Hannibal Lecter x nurse!reader

[ihavemanyhusbands]

High Risk

PART ONE: STAR PATIENT

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Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x Nurse!Fem!Reader

WC: 3.5k words

Series Summary: You, a nurse at Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, are assigned to the newest inmate -- none other than the Chesapeake Ripper, otherwise known as Hannibal Lecter. He is nothing short of charming, but the dangerous mysteries that lurk beneath are equally alluring. So much so that you can barely resist the urge to uncover them all.

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, canon typical violence (mentions and some descriptions), slight canon divergence (here frederick is still director of the hospital), corruption, manipulation all around, eventual smut, secret affair(ish?), sort of power imbalance, ongoing murder investigation (the red dragon), cursing, not-so-slow burn, hannibal being hannibal pretty much, aaand that’s all I can think of but lmk if something should be added!

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“A woman being never at a loss…. The devil always sticks by them.” — Lord Byron

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Much like the Minotaur’s labyrinth, Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane was designed never to let one escape. At least, that’s how you viewed it, even if you were a worker and not a prisoner there. 

Still, you weren’t sure that was any better.

The place’s immaculate cleanliness was almost unnerving, but it was fitting. The walls were a glaring white, and the floors were always polished until they shone. The hallways were meant to confuse those who hadn’t actively tried to memorize them, every corner seeming the same.

Your uniform had to be impeccable too, lest you made the place look bad. It was absurd how much laundry you had to do, and how much time you had to spend on your appearance. All for it to go to waste whenever things got messy with rowdier inmates. 

But despite it all, there was a certain allure to the place that made you want to return each day. Something morbid, almost sinister, like a secret waiting to be uncovered. It was irresistible, and it would be until you found it out.

Doctor Chilton had just given you the rundown about the new inmate, stressing the importance of following protocol when dealing with him. He’d handed you his file to look over and on the very first page, there was a picture of the man they called the Chesapeake Ripper — Hannibal Lecter. 

You were taken aback for a moment, not expecting him to look like that. Luckily, the Doctor did not seem to notice your reaction, and you quickly made sure your expression was neutral once more.

Despite having worked there for a few years, witnessing all sorts of things, you were a little rattled by the way he spoke about him. Especially after mentioning he didn’t want to lose any more nurses, alluding to the incident with a former inmate, Doctor Gideon.

As it turned out, Hannibal was also a doctor, and you couldn’t help but shudder at the prospect of some macabre pattern forming. 

Of course, none of the other nurses wanted to be assigned to him, but Doctor Chilton trusted you to handle things well. You did what was asked of you and never caused any trouble. Truthfully, it wasn’t because you were particularly driven, but you wanted to fly under the radar and take it day by day.

And yet, it had still led you there, despite your efforts. 

You took the elevator down from the top floor, reading the file as you went. It was noted that the risk of him being violent was quite high, but he had thus far been cooperative with the staff. In fact, he had even turned himself in to the police, which was a detail that stood out to you. 

Considering his numerous horrific crimes, along with Doctor Chilton’s psychological assessment of him, he did not seem like a man who would let himself be apprehended so easily. It would gnaw at you, but you weren’t sure if you’d get the answers you suddenly seeked.

You left the file at your station to finish reading later, trying your best to ignore the looks of fear and pity some of the other nurses shot your way. Hopefully none of them would try to give you shallow words of affirmation, knowing you’d be the subject of gossip for the next week or so.

The maximum security cells were on the basement floor, but you stopped by the kitchen first to get his meal tray. You steeled your nerves as you passed through the extensive clearance, continuing down the hallway until you reached the very last cell, which was behind a set of double doors.

Was the light dimmer there, or were you imagining things? You could see shadows lurking in the corners of the room, an ominous feeling curling in your stomach. A cool gust from one of the AC vents made you shiver, but otherwise, you willed yourself to stay composed.

Finally, you dared to look into the actual cell. It was much nicer than most of the other cells, equipped with two bookshelves, a large mahogany desk, and some elaborate sketches that were taped on the walls. Perhaps part of a bargain struck with Doctor Chilton based on his cooperation with the authorities. 

Then again, he was the new star patient, so that probably earned him a few more privileges. Despite those small luxuries though, you knew it’d be hard for him to forget that he was incarcerated.

Hannibal himself was lying down on his cot, reading, but he sat up as soon as you entered. He was even more handsome in person, almost rakish, and you allowed yourself the smallest pause to continue looking at him. 

He had a fine nose, dark eyes, and an aristocratic air to him. Not to mention, a full, obscene mouth that was surely meant to cast impure thoughts. 

Somehow, you had to admit that even his slate gray jumpsuit fit him quite well. If he truly was the Devil, then word of his burning, unholy beauty was not a lie.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted with a smile that you were sure had charmed many in the past.

“Good afternoon. Stay where you are, please,” you said firmly but politely, returning the smile just slightly. “I’ve brought lunch.”

He obeyed, hands resting on his knees. Slowly, tentatively, you made your way to the slot in the glass where you could deposit the tray. 

“Please don’t retrieve it until I’m gone, and let a guard know when you’re done so they can collect it.”

He nodded, smile still in place. “Thank you.”

You began to retreat, feeling his gaze fixed on your back. It wasn’t until your hand was on the door knob that you realized your heart was racing. Adrenaline was dancing beneath your skin like little bolts of electricity, but at least your breathing was even. 

What was it that had affected you so deeply? Was it the thrill of looking into the eyes of pure evil? 

No, that was far too simple, and therefore what you had expected… but that wasn’t all you’d been able to see. It was hard to decipher just at first glance, but you hadn’t been brave enough to hold eye contact for long. And you certainly weren’t any braver when you returned to deliver his supper later that evening.

He was still all smiles and charming obedience, but you noticed his eyes wandered a lot more. It might have been a little amusing, if you weren’t so nervous. If anything, to have his attention was both intimidating and bewitching.

It made you want to say something more, but you weren’t sure what. Still, you knew better than to engage too much outside of protocol.

Or at least you thought you did. 

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Moonlight slipping through the foliage, anointing the darkened world in silver. A deer silently drank from a stream, unaware the hunter had spotted it. Head bent, throat long. It would be an easy shot, arrow cleanly piercing the jugular. 

It ran, but it did not get very far.  Its wide, ink-black eyes were looking up at the beautiful face of the moon, silhouetting the hunter. Its weakening heart leapt at the sight.

The last thing it saw was his knife.

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You woke up with a start, panting and confused. Sleep slid off you slowly, like a veil uncovering your eyes. Your hand unconsciously went to your throat, but unsurprisingly, you found no arrow’s fletching.

Two weeks had passed with nothing especially of note. You had read the entirety of Hannibal’s file, the details of his brutality leaking out into your life beyond Baltimore State Hospital.

It was hard to peel off all the misery embedded in its walls, especially being exposed to it daily. It was easier to compartmentalize instead, letting your mind go blank at the end of the day. But the dreams were an inevitable torment, nonsensical and intensely vivid.

You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes and sighing into the silence of your small bedroom. You stared into the middle distance for a few minutes, mentally preparing to start your day. 

In the time that had passed, you had exchanged a few more words with Hannibal that were not part of protocol. He had asked your name, his tone kept carefully casual, and you thought it only fair to tell him. 

After that, he had ventured to ask more innocuous questions about yourself, perhaps trying to test the limits of your interactions. You had answered most of them truthfully but vaguely, worried about him psychoanalyzing you.

Something told you he'd also know if you were lying, so you figured it’d be mostly useless to try. But you were entitled to your secrets, too, and you preferred keeping your cards close to your chest.

Yet you were also aware that it would not deter him, but unbeknownst to him, you were just as headstrong. 

Later, after having slipped on your mask of cool indifference and clocking into work, you brought down his breakfast. You found him at his desk, sketching. He glanced up without moving his head, pencil still moving.

“Good morning,” he greeted. “Is it nice out today?”

“Depends on what you consider ‘nice’,” you said mildly, making slow work of depositing his meal tray. “It’s been intermittently raining since last night, and I don’t think it will stop any time soon.”

“Not bad at all,” he said, his tone ever so slightly wistful. “I do quite enjoy rain. I hope you didn’t forget your umbrella.” 

Strangely, you couldn’t help but feel a little sympathy for him. The sudden loss of freedom was an unbearable thought to you, and you didn’t really wish it on anyone. But that wasn’t to say he didn’t deserve to be in the position he was in.

He noticed you hovering but not saying anything. Finally, his pencil halted and he looked up at you, leaning forward slightly. His assessing gaze pinned you in place, but your body was tense and ready to flee.

“You sound tired. Did you sleep poorly?” He asked.

You blinked in surprise, the question snapping you back to the present. Lowering your gaze, you inclined your head.

“I’m fine, thank you for asking,” you said politely. “I should get going, I’ll be back in an hour.”

He pursed his lips in what seemed like irritation, but he didn’t press you. Instead, he stopped you once more by changing the subject. 

“Before I try to talk to Frederick about it, there’s something I’d like to ask you,” Hannibal said.

You looked at him with apprehensive curiosity. “I cannot promise you anything, but you may ask me.”

“I would like to draw you, if you’d model for me,” he said. “Simple stuff, all of it appropriate. I promise. I’m just in dire need of a muse.”

“What makes you think he will say yes to such a request?” You asked, not yet processing everything in your state of shock. 

He smirked. “He needs my help with certain things, so it’s only fair I get something in return.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “And… Why the interest in me, specifically?”

“It would be a sin not to immortalize features like yours.”

Heat crawled up to your face and your arms tightened against your torso, but you kept a mostly neutral expression on your face. You weren’t sure if he was being serious or just toying with you to unnerve you, but you had a feeling it was a mixture of both.

You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of a bigger reaction, but it was likely he could still tell he’d rattled you. The worst part was that deep inside, you also took his interest as a compliment, but there was no way you would let that show.

“I’ll give it some thought,” you said slowly, unsure why you were even considering it. “Pending Doctor Chilton’s approval, of course.”

“Of course,” he said with a nod. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be here.”

With that, you left, floating down the corridor as if detached from your body. The whole situation had a feeling of unreality to it, and you kept expecting to wake up once again.

As you got to the nurse’s station, another nurse told you that Doctor Chilton had summoned you to his office. You blinked at her in surprise. Impossible… Had Hannibal really been so fast?

Next thing you knew, you were knocking on the door to his office, turning the knob when you heard him grant you access.

“There you are,” Doctor Chilton said, one hand resting on his cane. “Close the door behind you and take a seat, will you?”

You dipped your chin in compliance and mechanically followed instructions. For what seemed like an eternity, he said nothing, studying you instead. You shifted slightly in your seat, instinctively returning the favor if only because you didn’t want to be the one to look away.

He himself had been a victim of Hannibal’s more than once, and his body bore all of the evidence. Still, the Doctor had an undeniable obsession, using any and every opportunity to brag about Hannibal’s capture.

Clearly, the impact had been more than skin deep. No one ever dared to outwardly gossip about it, but it was well-known regardless.

It wasn’t often that you dealt with him directly, and you were being painfully reminded of why you preferred it that way. 

“Did…” you began, but he interrupted.

“I watched it all through the cameras. He knew I would be when he asked you that.” He leaned forward on the desk, hands clasped. “Wise choice not to give in just yet.”

You couldn’t help but balk at this. “I beg your pardon?”

He raised an eyebrow. “It must have been a tempting offer, to be the Devil’s muse. I would not blame you if you were at least a little flattered.”

Your eyes, just like your resolve, were like steel. “Why have you called me here, if I may ask?”

His smug, easy grin faded as he let out a long sigh, his patience wavering for a moment. 

“Hannibal is right about my needing him, though I am not the only one who does. The reason why is classified, as you can imagine, so I cannot tell you much,” he said, keeping his tone bored as if he couldn’t be bothered to explain it to you. “What I’m trying to understand now is why he wants you in return.”

“I’m just as confused, trust me.”

“From what I have observed, you don’t speak much, even if he has tried. I wonder if the challenge interests him…” he drifted off thoughtfully for a moment. “Though I suppose he’s always liked to surround himself with pretty things, too.” 

You stiffened, taken aback by the strange compliment. “And so you are expecting me to say yes?”

“I’m not expecting, no, but I’m sure you’ve gathered that this goes beyond Baltimore State. Of course, should you choose to assist us, you would not only be generously compensated, but I would be immensely grateful, as well.”

You thought about it for a moment. The additional income would definitely be helpful, but you had to admit you were also growing more and more curious about the whole thing. What else did you have going on, otherwise? 

Still, you had to try and cover all your bases first. You couldn’t make it too easy for him, after all.

You slightly tilted your head to the side.“Grateful… so you could call it a favor, then?”

He raised both eyebrows. “A favor?”

“Yes, Doctor. He’s a highly dangerous patient and you are asking me to spend longer periods of time – I’m presuming alone – with him. The safety of all staff should be your top priority, right?” you said pointedly, crossing your arms over your chest. “What use is money if no one’s alive to collect it?”

His green eyes narrowed as he seemed to weigh his options. Your face remained implacable, though there was also a challenging shade in your features that he did not miss. Otherwise, he could not get a very good read on you, and that suddenly intrigued him. Perhaps you’d be more useful than he’d originally thought.

“Right… You make a good point,” he finally conceded. “Well, I am a man of honor, after all. Anything you might need, you can always ask.” 

You smiled as genially as you could. “How gracious of you, Doctor Chilton. Thank you.”

His false smile was more like a sneer. “Of course. You don’t have to give your final answer now, but…”

“I accept,” you said, cutting him off. “I am honored by the opportunity.”

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“How close are you able to get to the glass?”

“Up to ten paces away,” you said, taking your cardigan off and draping it over the back of the chair you’d brought. “Should be close enough, no?”

“Not nearly,” Hannibal said with a small, flirtatious smile that you did not return. 

Still, he could see a flicker of amusement cross your face, softening you infinitesimally. It only made him ache all the more to see you up close. He felt a sudden thrill that warmed his extremities — a feeling he recognized but had not felt for some time.

“Doctor Chilton has given us two hours, so I’d advise you to use the time wisely,” you said, slightly lifting an eyebrow and setting your hands on your hips. “How would you like to start?” 

“Just as you are, at your most natural,” he said, picking up his pencil. “Let’s see…”

It was strange at first, to have him stare so intently at you. You, who were seldom cowed by anything, could still barely keep eye contact with him. As an excuse, you offered your profile, turning your body to face the wall. 

He complimented the elegant swoop of your neck and you rewarded him with a demure glance and soft words of gratitude. His grip on the pencil tightened, his heartbeat spiking. You caught the way he shifted slightly in his chair, swallowing hard. 

Despite your icy exterior, you felt a thrill at the effect you seemed to have on him. 

You hadn’t been instructed to do anything but show up, but you knew instinctively that it would take more than that to keep Doctor Chilton’s favor… and Hannibal’s interest. Luckily, you were well versed in the art of slow seduction – giving just enough, but then withdrawing in equal measure.

Not to mention, it felt safer to do so on the other side of the glass.

Once or twice, he gave you brief instructions on how to pose your arms or which way to angle your head. You fell into a sort of meditative state, the reality of the whole situation slipping away from you, as well as the passage of time. 

When your watch’s timer went off, he seemed to snap back into focus at the same time as you. You looked up, startled at the sight of all the sheets of paper strewn about the desk. You noticed his hands were stained with graphite as he set his pencil down.

Curiosity got the best of you, and you took a step closer if only to try to get a glimpse. There was an almost frantic quality to the sketches, as if he was worried he might not be able to trace all the lines he wanted to in time. You weren’t able to gather many details from that angle, but you did not doubt his talent. Something about those hands…

“Productive first day,” you said, lightly teasing him to distract yourself from other thoughts passing through your mind.

A smile and the faintest dip of his chin. “I have not been so inspired in a while.”

“You flatter me too much. I’m sure it wasn’t just due to me,” you said, looking behind him at his bookshelf. “What are you currently reading?”

He seemed momentarily surprised at your interest, glancing over his shoulder and slightly raising his eyebrows. 

“Byron, actually.” He chuckled as he saw your reaction to the poet’s name. “The irony of it is not lost on me, trust me.”

You looked away. “You’re finding beauty where you can. I understand.”

“I always have, in my own way,” he said. “I have a feeling you might relate.”

“In places like this, there is no other choice,” you said, noncommittal. “Not if you want to survive it.”

“The great object of life is sensation,” he quoted. “To feel that we exist, even though in pain.”

You let out a short exhale as you slipped your cardigan back on. How curious that he would be a romantic, but you supposed, in a way, it made sense. 

Free of being a so called muse for the day, you withdrew back into yourself. He’d gotten the barest glimpse of another side of you — softer, more open — and that had to be enough for the time being. 

Had to leave him wanting more, after all.

“I will see you bright and early tomorrow, Hannibal. Get some rest.”

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[rose-lunaire]

Hi!! How you think Hannibal and Will (separate) in a situation where the reader is a nurse and for some reason she finds with them and both falls madly in love with her? Like they follow her, admired her and simply adore her??

brace yourselves, ‘cause it’s gonna be a long one! thank you so much for this idea, i had a great time writing this, enjoy <3

pairing: wiill graham x reader, hannibal lecter x reader

warnings: stalking themes, a lot of blood and inaccurate medical descriptions

(Y/B/T - your blood type)

hannibal lecter

it was a really nasty case, bodies carelessly abandoned in a forest, like a beast haven’t finished feasting on them

by the time hannibal and will arrived, it had already turned into a bloodbath

the culprit, ambushed in his agony, shot at the fbis weakest link: the two consultants

the older man suffered a concussion and wills leg was repeatedly pierced by bullets

it was jack who rushed the to the hospital, knowing damn well it would take hours for any ambulance to arrive

hannibal kept insisting he’s fine, but the policeman was having none of it

he collapsed on the hospital floor

the man woke up to the rhythmic sounds of the operational room: monotone beeping, a clock idly signaling its presence

“you gave us quite the scare, doctor lecter”

a soft timbre brought his closer to consciousness, but an excruciating headache soon followed

torn between slumber and awareness, he groaned quietly

“doctor lecter? can you hear me, doctor lecter?”

the voice soothed his aching body, poured life and yearning into his soul

he squinted his eyes, as from a blur of white light came to life an angel

hair of raphael’s venus, rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes worthy of rubens’s paintbrush, steady and powerful pose of velasquez’s infants

they were perfect like doryphoros or artemis of versailles, sculpted by apollonius himself

the stoic warmth radiating from their eyes couldn’t compare to debussy’s finest works

hannibal felt the sudden urge to take this light with him and never let go

to protect and worship it like gods of ancient times

his killings are not in vain, they are a token of adoration, a promise for a better world

for them

for so the angel wouldn’t have to suffer existing in between such impure souls

he’s always on the lookout for any people in their environment who might have foul intentions

he’s eternally great full to have met them and shows his feelings in subtle ways, like leaving home-cooked meals for them, a note full of gratitude always attached to the gift

he once used his connections to move them to a different department, so that they wouldn’t have to work so hard

they’re his muse, his god(ddes) and he’s just a lowly apostle

he wouldn’t dare bring them into his world, it was too cruel, too dangerous for such a radiant creature

but believe me, he’s always there, a loyal knight guarding their safety and happiness

will graham

he was losing a lot of blood

one of the bullets came through his leg, cutting through his aorta and no amount of pressure could stop the bleeding

his mind was getting fuzzy, but still stuck in painful awareness

he remembered having been sat on a bed, the sting of a needle and helplessness in the voice of a surgeon

“we don’t have enough type y/b/t blood for the operation”

as the anesthesia was wearing out, will felt an unfamiliar presence next to him

calm and unsuspecting, a nurse was sleeping in the corner of the operation room

he finds himself attached to a blood transfusion set

will rested his head in his hands, tired and almost ashamed

the nurse had their sleeve harshly tugged on the forearm with a welt straining their delicate skin

he perceives himself as repulsive and unworthy, yet they gave up their own blood without any hesitation

he’s deeply moved by their dedication

he can’t seem to draw his eyes away

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to stare” - he panicked

“don’t worry about it”

they were graceful even in exhaustion, it send chills down wills spine

maybe it was a crease they a smile painted on their face or the eyes scrunched in kindness and warmth, he didn’t know but in that moment he fell in love

he would ask a million questions about the equipment and the surgery, then their daily life and work

it brought him peace and reassurance and the conversation seemed to flow naturally for hours

after he left the hospital, he often called them

a confusing wound? he calls. a drug found on the scene? he calls. hannibal is hosting a dinner party? he calls every time

his heart is desperate for closure and they provided it, never asking questions, just being there for him

there was one time when a dog got severe diarrhea and vomited a lot, and will was scared it may be parvo or other dangerous dog disease

he called almost immediately, for help and comfort of his favorite person

after this incident he became paranoid when they weren’t around, so he does everything in his power to keep them at arms length

will means no harm, but he simply can’t imagine his life without them

[abbyfmc]

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Yandere topics i want to do:

-Yandere soldier!

-Yandere angel!

-Yandere demon!

-Yandere police!

-Yandere killer!(type… slasher).

-Yandere doctor!

-Yandere nurse!

-Yandere alien!

-Yandere astronaut!

-Yandere teacher!

-Yandere idol!

-Yandere artist!

-Yandere ex boyfriend! Vs Yandere husband! X wife! Reader.

-Yandere cannibal!(like Hannibal Lecter or Leatherface).

-Yandere hitman!

-Yandere naga!

-Yandere pirate!

-Yandere merman!

-Yandere ghost!

-Yandere kitsune!

-Yandere werewolf!

-Yandere vampire!

And more....

[ghoastixx]

Hey,

do you still write for Hannibal Lecter? If you, could you write a yanderw Hannibal x fem!nurse one-shot, where she was one of the few nice people in the hospital. She helped him/showed sympathy for the way Chilton was treating him. After he broke out, he searches for her, but she is still a little afraid of him.(maybe with nsfw?)

Hannibal x fem!nurse reader

Synopsis above

Notes: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!!! I'm so excited to write for this??? I am hyper fixating HARD on all of the Hannibal series right now.. movies, show, and I'm waiting to get the books. Currently I'm still on season one of the show. I'm so happy to write this!? I probably won't do nsfw in this because my account is a relatively safe place for minors, but I will do kissing and teasing etc. Just not straight smut. But thank you so much for requesting!??!?!

Author's note: I have never written for Hannibal before so I'm sorry if this isn't very well done. By the request mentioning he's already locked away and he gets out, I'm going to write this as "The Silence of the Lambs" time line, which is great because it's my personal favorite of the Hannibal movies.

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You..are quite the interesting thing.. aren't you? You work in this hospital full of crazy people, you tend to them, hell you care for them. You treat them with humanity. Why do you do it? Don't you understand where you are? Who these people are? Maybe you're too innocent, little lamb. Or maybe you are just too stupid and naive to understand.

Hannibal thought you were interesting. He watched with sharp eyes as you worked, as he waited his turn in your presence.

"Come on Lecter, you're up." A guard mumbles as he walked him in. With the guards around and the doctor's muzzle on, his hands restrained.. no one viewed him a threat at the moment.

As he was walked in, his eyes fell on you again. You were putting away bandages and rags, working quietly.

"Ma'am," The guard spoke up, causing you to turn and look at the pair.

"yes, sorry- please sit him down on my table." You finished what you were doing as you walked over, the guard standing in the corner. Not getting in your way.

"Doctor Hannibal Lecter, am I right?" Your words were soft as they fell from your lips. Something he was not used to.

"Yes. You are?"

"Nurse L/N. You may call me Y/N. Less formal, but more comfortable." You smiled as you checked a clipboard. "So, you have hurt your arm, doctor? Can you tell me what happened?"

"Cut it on the tray passing notes with a detective."

"I see," You mutter as you lift his arm. Your skin is soft..if only he couldn't smell the metal of his muzzle.. he can only imagine what you would smell like...taste like. "I understand your 'room' is made of glass.. so your tray is pure metal.. yes, I see how this could cut you." The way you called his cell a room instead of what it was was curious to him.

"More of a cage than anything," He states as he watches you gather materials. "Are you going to stitch me up, nurse?" You hummed as you walked back over.

"Yes, hold together the wound. It will be less likely to get infected.. But you probably already knew that-" You answered sheepishly. So you knew of his past and what he used to do for profession. You didn't diminish his knowledge. He liked that. "Please tell me if it's hurting you. I can give you pain killers." And you began. You worked with precision. You weren't sloppy with your work, it seems you actually cared about healing his arm.

"Thank you, nurse." he would say once you were done.

"You're very welcome, doctor Lecter. I will see you in two weeks to take the stitches out. Until then, the guards will supply you with painkillers to try and help with the irritation." Very polite.

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He didn't think much of the encounter with you, not with agent Starling trying to get information out of him. Doctor Chilton had been holding the pain killers hostage, claiming he didn't deserve them as some sort of torment. He didn't have reason to think about the mere nurse.

That was until he heard footsteps coming down the hallway with coos and catcalls. Disgusting behavior, he thought. How they treated agent Starling was disappointing. This was his thought until he noticed that the woman who stopped infant of his cell was not agent Starling, but a nurse instead..You.

"Hello Doctor Lecter," your sweet voice was pleasant to his ears.

"Nurse Y/N," he remembered, "It has not yet been two weeks."

"Yes, I am very aware. But it was recently brought to my attention that Doctor Chilton has not been giving you the pain killers I proscribed. I am very sorry, Doctor Lecter. I was not aware until now," You spoke, as you pushed the pills into the tray with a small cup of water. He looked at them and then took a step closer to the glass, breathing deeply.

"You wear a sweet scented lotion, flowery perfume. Citrus shampoo." You looked up at him a little sheepishly.

"Ah- yes. I like..sweeter smells.. I suppose." Hannibal looked down at the pills you had come all this way to give him before he took them. They were mediocre, of course. Not enough to overdose on.

"Thank you, nurse Y/N. You are a very kind soul. Tell me, do you know why I am in here?"

"Well- yes, doctor Lecter. I am aware."

"Then why have you treated me with such kindness?"

"You're still a human, are you not? You have done despicable things, but I would not feel right letting you suffer under my watch."

As you left, he heard the disgusting things thrown at you from men down the way.

He decided right then that you were worth keeping around.

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Hannibal waited patiently to see you again. You never came back with the pills again, they were now delivered regularly by a male guard. The two week mark came by when he was allowed to see you again. He asked you questions as you worked. He wanted to get to know you. Wanted to know what made you tick. And blessed you.. you answered every question oh so sweetly.

You, of course, didn't think much of these interactions at all. You were in you apartment one evening, pouring some water in a glass. It had been a particularly tense day at the hospital since the Buffalo Bill attacks were so avid in your mind. Everything had been fine until you had gotten a phone call stating Doctor Lecter's escape. You were worried of course. He was a dangerous man, who knew what he could do and would do to people while he was roaming the world, free of his cage?

These thoughts plagued your mind as you watched the water flow into the glass. You pulled yourself away from your thoughts when you heard a chair being pulled out from behind you. You turned around, quickly turning the water off, to see Doctor Lecter, wearing civilian clothes and his mouth still stained red.

"Hello, nurse Y/N." His accent as charming as ever. He smiled as he watched you pale, shrinking back, pressing yourself against the sink. "Now now- do not scream. I am not here to hurt you."

Thinking quickly, you threw the glass of water at him as you turned to the phone, picking it up and dialing with trembling hands. Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist rather gently, pulling the phone away and throwing it to the other room. It fell with a smash. He was covered in the water you had thrown as he looked at you, "Can't have you calling for reinforcements. Not after I made the risky journey back to visit you."

"Please- please don't hurt me- I'll do whatever you want-" You were scared, of course you were. He put his hand on your cheek, caressing it.

"I'm not going to hurt you, angel. You have been so good to me." He leaned down and his lips brushed your face, which made you shiver. "It's alright to be afraid of me. I know." He mumbled as he touched your hair. Seemingly fascinated and love bombing you. "You're a good girl, are you not?"

You nod weakly. Terrified.

"Good. We'll make sure you stay that way. Yeah?"

You were his now. And there was no going back.

[dominantslasherking]

Slashers x Male S/o Masterlist 1

Hello, my devilishly handsome readers, Here is my Master list.

MASTERLIST PT 2.

Btw, Dominant Male reader FOR all of them.

Warning emoji⚠️⚠️ With the one that has smut.

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal x Male reader PT 1 Backstory: Hannibal has an Animalistic urge to make you his, god how possessive this cannibal is and he wants everyone to know who you belong to, He invites you to dinner. POWER BOTTOM HANNIBAL. Hannibal x Male reader PT 2 Backstory: Hannibal has an Animalistic urge to make you his, god how possessive this cannibal is and he wants everyone to know who you belong to, He invites you to dinner. POWER BOTTOM HANNIBAL.

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Hannibal x Male reader⚠️ (Requested): How about Power Bottom Hannibal Lecter from NBC riding male reader

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Hannibal x Male reader

(Requested): i really like the addams male reader idea! do you think you could do it with another character? maybe hannibal? i feel like that'd work well together (reader x hannibal to be clear)

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Hannibal x Male reader ⚠️ (Requested): hhhhhhh sorry if this might be annoying since you just did an ask with him (but reading it got me feeling some type way 💀) but could you write something with hannibal that includes smut? likeee not to be dramatic but ur a godsend for male readers tbh

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Hannibal x Male reader (Requested) Can I request Hannibal x reader where reader is like Michael Myers and doesn't speak much they met one night where reader was hunting he's victim and hannibal saw him and taken an interest in reader

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Hannibal x Male reader [Requested] Okey what about a reader with Hannibal Lecter who is his patient who have anger issues, and Hannibal is helping him building some patience with cockwarming.⚠️⚠️

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Hannibal x Male reader [Requested] In which, you get kidnapped by Hannibal Lecter, as he could no longer hold himself back for his desirable and insatiable love for you.

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

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Hannibal x Male reader [Requested] Tooth rotting fluff with any slasher you have in mind

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Hannibal x Male reader [Requested]Hannibal with a boyfriend (reader) who is js like...absolutely smitten and is so in love with him and will do anything for him -- Hannibal x Male reader [Requested] the reader is so big that when they are doing the nasty Hannibal stomach is bulging a bit because of how big the reader is ⚠️⚠️

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Hannigram/Hannibal and Will

Hannigram x Male reader You save the Murder husbands and nurse them back to health, with them falling into a possessive love for you not knowing that you were a sort of an anomaly yourself, being that you are a blood-sucking vampire some called you count Dracula, but you adored the name which was (Name).

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Hannigram x Male reader You're a famous murder investigator and you are on the case of the Chesapeake ripper, in your alone time you figure out who they are...However they know that you know...and well, you are too entranced by them to let anyone know, and maybe they also have caught a deep interest.

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Hannigram x Male reader you're an android assigned to hunt deviants in Minnesota, However, you soon realize you are also becoming a deviant because of these feelings for two certain killers

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Hannigram x Male reader [Requested]Could I request Hannigram x a demon s/o? I think it would be really interesting to see how they would interact

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Billy and Stu

Billy and Stu x Male reader You find out about Billy and Stu, your closest friends being scream after they decided to reveal themselves to you, And have a little fun. POWERBOTTOM BILLY AND STU. SLIGHT NSFW.

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Billy and Stu x Male reader Billy, Stu, and you are at school when they start getting jealous when the new girl hits on you, they try hard to contain it around Sidney and Tatum because they still have to kill them later and are still in a "relationship" with them.

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Billy and Stu x Male reader You see Billy and Stu playing around with Sidney before they kill her, but she grabbed a knife and suddenly escaped, Right into your arms, oh god what you would do for these men.

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Billy and Stu x Male reader Everyone in the school, knows About yours, Billy, and Stu's relationship after Tatum's and Sidney's body being found dead in the woods, with some other bodies. The cops question Billy and Stu, but they have their alibi.

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Billy and Stu x Male reader You're the loner at school, and so when the two scream killers target you, they get too invested in their liking for you.

-- Billy and Stu x Male reader You're a famous well known Slasher, Billy and Stu are big fans so once they see you in the asylum they take the opportunity to be around you much to the other slasher's annoyance.

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Billy and Stu x Male reader (Requested) Ok all I need at this moment is billy and Stu being bratty to reader in bed and reader punishing them.⚠️

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Billy and Stu x Male reader (Requested) Billy and Stu were out killing, and see you feeding/killing someone, they are completely enamored with you.

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Billy and Stu x Male reader Billy and Stu with a greaser boyfriend

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Billy and Stu x Male reader (Requested) More Billy and Stu x Vampire Male Reader

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Billy and Stu x Male reader (Requested) I think a big dumb farm boy reader with billy and stu or billy lenz would be so fun. Like himbo dumbass cowboy and his slasher boyfriend

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Stu x Male reader You get a video from Stu...(I don't own the video, I found it on Pinterest and thought it was funny, credit goes to the TikTok user who uploaded it .)

Billy and Stu x Male Reader (Requested) More Addams family based male reader x billy loomis and stu macher

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Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen x Male reader (Requested) Power bottom Danny Johnson 👀

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Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen x Male Reader

[Requested](whatever character cause i can't think of anyone rn lol) who's obsessed with and obsessed with pleasing the reader? like would absolutely do anything to worship him

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Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen x Male reader Danny is getting possessive once these idiotic copycat killers try to come after his man--(you)

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Michael Myers

Michael Myers x Male reader Moving into a killers house wasn't to bad, until the lights suddenly turn off and you run into, the killer himself.

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Michael Myers x Male reader (Requested) Like imagine dragon male reader blowing Jason or Michaels back out⚠️

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Michael Myers x Male reader (Requested) Michael Myers x Childhood Friend Male reader Basically Michael had only one friend which was Male reader and he ends up meeting Make reader after so many years and becomes obsessed with him Love you And your work&lt;333

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Michael Myers x Male reader (Requested) hello! could i request michael myers x a reader who's like hannibal? (seggsy smart cannibal type shit 😛) maybe they would've met in the psychiatric hospital and then worked together (eventually as lovers) when they escape

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Michael Myers x Male reader (Requested) Michael Myers x Idk Two Faced Male reader Basically the Reader portrays himself as a kind person bit is really a evil,cunning asshole. -- Michael Myers x Male reader/ [Requested] Being friends with Michael since childhood, breaking out of Smith's grove with him, all the while Michael is developing feelings for the reader. After they break out Michael decides to ride the reader for being so good to him and helping him escape⚠️⚠️

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Michael and Jason

Michael and Jason x Male reader (Requested) Poly Relationship Michael Myers and Jason x Emotionless Male reader. Basically Michael and Jason becomes interested in Male reader due to Male reader not reacting to a victim running to them for help and just ignores the victim. You can add smut if you want &lt;3

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Jason Voorhes

Jason Voorhes x Male reader⚠️ Imagine Jason dating a tall dominant Male reader and gets jealous of a camper flirting with Male reader and ends up having jealousy sex So basically Power bottom Jason Ig sorry not good at requesting

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Chucky and Tiffany

Chucky and Tiffany x Male reader Chucky and Tiffany with Dominant male vampire S/o.

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Chucky and Tiffany x Male reader (Requested) Imagine Chucky and Tiffany meeting Demon Male reader who was in the middle of a kill and Chucky and Tiffany witnessing it and becomes interested in Male Reader

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Chucky and Tiffany x Male reader (Requested) Human Chucky and Tiffany threesome orrrrrr just Chucky getting railed whatever you’re comfortable with⚠️

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Chucky x Male reader Chucky falls into an obsessive type of love with Andy's adopted older brother which is you.

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Chucky x Male reader [Requested]Okay okay hear me out; in the flashback from Curse of Chucky we find out that Charles was obsessed with and wanted a family with Sarah Pierce, right? So what about Charles Lee Ray with a breeding kink?

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Pennywise(2017)

Pennywise x Male reader You are mates with Pennywise.

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Norman Bates

Norman Bates x Male reader You ask norman on a date, and you hate how the people of the town treat him

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Norman Bates x Male reader [Requested]hiiii, could you do another norman bates oneshot? i really liked your first one! if you're up to it can you include some smut? if not then how about a sort of peephole scene?

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Norman Bates x Male reader [Requested] hey can i ask a norman bates x reader with the addams reader? i totally understand if you're tired or something or writing that kind of reader so if you are then all i ask is basically anything with norman bates (though i do think a peephole scene would be mmmm)❤️

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Norman Bates x Male reader [Requested]Hi! So I adore all of your Norman Bates fics but sadly there is not enough! So I would just like to request another smut one with a really seductive dom male reader who manages to seduce Norman and whatnot- does that make sense? Kind of like a succubus I guess but a male? Also if you could throw in a heap of praise kinks that would be fantastic!⚠️

Part two of this one ^^ Norman Bates x Male reader [Requested] Hi hi! I'm so grateful for all your fics because your writing is immaculate and I can never get enough about how talented you are! If it was okay with you, could I request another Norman Bates fic (once again haha) where it's sort of a continuation of the last fic with the really seductive reader but this time everytime he walks by Norman he whispers something rlly flirty/dirty in his ear ("Hey pretty boy" or "what a pretty neck you have, would look better with my lips on it" ect up to you). Just assuming Norman reaches his limit of flustered and just snaps eventually 🤷‍♂️

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Patrick Bateman

Patrick Bateman x Male reader At first you thought your boss hated you with the way he acted, but it seems Patrick Bateman was just distant because of his rapid feelings for you, which seems to become more obvious as the days pass.

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Patrick Bateman x Male reader [Requested] hello! may i please request a Patrick Bateman x reader with smut? something like him getting jealous and the reader -reminding- him that he only has eyes for him i think it might be fun to see Patrick still trying to act bitter while they're fucking but probably couldn't keep up the act for long 💀⚠️⚠️

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Patrick Bateman x Male reader [Requested] can i request patrick bateman x reader where they are mutually kinda obsessed with eachother 😛 i don't really mind if you make it fluff/smut/a yandere sort of thing just whatever you're comfortable with!

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Patrick Bateman x Male reader Patrick realizes how much he thinks you are much more perfect then him, he's practically obsessing over you, and if he can't be you, he wants to be with you.

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Patrick Bateman x Male reader Just on a date with Patrick with some mild interruptions. --

Patrick Bateman x Male reader [Requested]Imagine railing the fuck out of Patrick Bateman after catching him flirting with one of his co-workers. Just railing him till he's a sobbing mess, begging for release knowing you won't give it to him until you've finished first.⚠️⚠️

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Pinhead

Pinhead x Male reader Just some fluff

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Brahms Heelshire

Brahms Heelshire x Male reader [Requested] Would it be possible to get some more Charles Lee Ray content or perhaps some Brahms Heelshire? Brahms has the perfect personality for some good bratty bottom content (and most likely he has a praise kink let’s be real) but for some reason people only seem to write him as a dom :(

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Brahms Heelshire x Male reader [Requested] So I was kind of thinking like….. reader catching Brahms fingering himself and reader just goes absolutely feral when he sees Brahms Subby Brahms maybe? Idk it was just a thought⚠️

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Brahms Heelshire x Male reader [requested] id like to request a oneshot with brahms since he's definitely my fav <3 something with like y/n being a sexy husband and brahms like totally obsessed with him not rlly smut but maybe like some thoughts about y/n from brahms lol

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Brahms Heelshire x Male reader [Requested]Imagine: walking in on Brahms humping/grinding against a pillow, trying and failing to not moan your name too loudly; and getting railed ruthlessly after being caught⚠️

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Joe Goldberg

Joe Goldberg x Male reader You meet Joe at a bookstore, god Joe would do anything for you, you weren't like Beck or Candace, you were so much better, you weren't his normal type, but he can settle for this, for you.

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Joe Goldberg x Male reader [Requested] I just read your Joe Goldberg with Dominant Male S/o and I really like it so how about male reader blowing Joe's back out⚠️

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Joe Goldberg x Male reader

[Requested] Imagine Male reader body worshipping Joe Goldberg in bed ⚠️

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Joe Goldberg x Male reader [Requested]i was thinking something to do with him taking the readers stuff (like clothes or whatever) and getting off with it ⚠️

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Joe Goldberg x Male reader [Requested] If you want to can you please do Joe Goldberg x Addams reader? Either first meeting the reader or meeting the family or both? I'm curious how Joe would react to being with a Addams family member

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Joe Goldberg x Male reader [Requested] (sorry if requests are closed at the moment, feel free to ignore!) but i need more joe goldberg x addams! reader please. Joe is obsessed when you speak french to him especially in public when he can barely contain himself from jumping on you.

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Male Carrie White

Male Carrie white x Male reader [Requested]You're a transfer student, to this school and see a boy getting bullied, but you notice something remakable about him, and you can't help but take an interest.

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Male Carrie White x Male reader [Requested] the reader is a part of the Addams family, Carey takes an interest and so do you.

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Male Carrie White x Male reader [Requested] Can I request more male!Carrie x reader? It's such a good idea and I just love Carrie &lt;3 thank you! It can be smut or just fluff either or I don't really mind!

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The Collector/Asa Emory

The Collector/Asa Emory x Male reader [Requested] Hi! Can I request Asa Emory or Jesse Chromskull with a cannibal reader who cooks for them? Like he's a househusband and they always have a meal for them when they get home? Thank you, have a nice day!

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The Collector/Asa Emory x Male reader [Requested]Can I request The Collecter/Asa Emory with a cannibal male reader smut? Thank you!⚠️

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The Collector/Asa Emory x Male reader [Requested] Smut! Asa Emory x His Favorite Collection Male Reader. Basically asa was obsessed with male reader but was pissed at male reader being married so he killed his wife and 'collected him' ig Idk if it makes sense⚠️

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The Collector/Asa Emory x Male reader [Requested]Smut Asa Emory x Possessive Male reader⚠️

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Leatherface(s)

Bubba Sawyer x Male reader Bubba just chilling with his fiancee, but some victims just have to always hit on his man!

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Dracula(2020)

Dracula x Male reader You tell sister Agatha the tell of your stay with Dracula, but oh, it doesn't end there, Dracula wants his husband back.

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Dracula x Male reader [Reqested] Could I request a Dracula fic pls, if you still write for him. Maybe a fluff and smut all romantic like but still rough? Imagine yourself as the reincarnated Husband of Dracula, and his lust in his every movement seems through and throughout, after all, he is a rather jealous creature who doesn't like to share what's his. ⚠️⚠️ -- Dracula x Male reader [Requested] if you can just make fluffy moments. No smut or anything like that but just Dracula and his lover enjoying each other’s company. Dracula prepares a soothing bath with rose petals and scented oils. He and his lover soak in the warm water, talking and enjoying each other's presence.

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David Mccall

David Mccall x Male reader You're Nicole's big brother adopted of course, What happens, you meet David? He seems to be a little bit obsessed with you...well a little bit would be an understatement...⚠️ Part 2 ^^⚠️

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Arthur Harrow

Arthur Harrow x Male reader He thought Ammit was the one he needed, but he was so very wrong. Arthur found a new god, he was going to worship, whatever it takes.

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Arthur Harrow x Male Reader Falling and beginning to worship a god, that is Khonshu's close friend...wasn't a part of his plan. And somehow being able to kidnap the god in his human form, make it so much easier for Arthur.⚠️

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Arthur Harrow x Male Reader

[Requested] i can I request for Arthur Harrow with a really possessive and rough reader]

Imagine, having Arthur as your Avatar(You're a god) and you find out he's trying to bring back Ammit, you are not pleased. Yandere S/o but also Yandere Arthur as well. Arthur is like a masochist in this one. Btw Kinda fluffy---But in a good way that it fits with the story

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DARK!Edward Scissorhands

Edward Scissorhands x Male reader [Requested]Edward goes a 'little' psycho and ends up killing a lot of people, comes to realize that he was jealous because the towns people kept taking up your time.

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Xenomorphs

Xenomorph x Male reader The world is being attacked/invaded by Aliens, called Xenomorphs, what happens when a group of male species of these aliens makes you their King after they find out you're their mate?

Kurt Kunkle (Spree 2020) Kurt Kunkle x Male reader [Requested]i had a dream u posted kurt kunkle fic thing and tbh now that's what i've been thing about all day 😭my skrunkly little virgin streamer &lt;;33

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Kurt Kunkle x Male reader [Requested] Can I request a Kurt Kunkle story where reader gets picked up and starts hardcore flirting with him and like leaning in closer and putting his hand on Kurt’s thigh as Kurt gets more and more flustered. He eventually puts a poll up to the chat asking what to do and everyone votes fuck, and he leans over to suck readers dick. I feel like he’d sound good gagging as we praise him for how good he feels as his chat is going crazy as this is happening⚠️⚠️

PART 2 OF THIS REQUEST ^^ Kurt rides the [Name]⚠️⚠️

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Homelander

Homelander x Male reader You are a part of the Eight under the hero allies The Scarlet Warlock, and the most dangerous superheroes want you, even if it means revealing his feelings on live television in front of millions. Yes lol, powers of the scarlet witch from Marvel

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Homelander x Male reader [requested] Can you do something smutty with Homelander plz??⚠️⚠️

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Homelander x Male reader [Requested]More homelander fics pls: Vought recently presented their new Supe, and Homelander at first wasn't cheery about it...But it seems deep down Homelander carves his attention.YANDERE Homelander. VAMPIRIC READER

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair x Male reader [requested] Hi Hiii Can I get some Vincent Sinclair x Male Reader maybe smut?⚠️⚠️ -- MORE COMING SOON Black Noir Black Noir x Male reader [Requested}hiya i really liked your homelander fic and i wanted to request another one with him (or really any other character from the boys that you'd like to do lmao)

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Black Noir x Male reader [Requested]could u make another part to that black noir one 🫶 idrc as far as nsfw goes i just love noir. You were a villain, a threat to Vought, but Noir just couldn't bring himself to kill his hunky villain.⚠️⚠️ MORE COMING SOON

Art The Clown Art The Clown x Male reader pt 1 After finishing up from a house party [Name] and his two female friends head to the diner where they meet a certain Clown, who seems to be infatuated entirely with You. And to say the least, Art the clown really wants to mate with you, he wants you to breed him. Not full on sex but leads up to it, Wanna part 2? DM me and we shall see

Art The clown x Male reader PT 2

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Jerry Dandridge[1985]

Jerry Dandridge x Male reader You are Charley's older brother, who returned home from college just in time, to meet the new...vampiric neighbor. but you not only have a past but you are also connected to one another.

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Predator/Yautja

Predator/Yautja x Male reader Male Yautja wants to breed with his human mate. ⚠️⚠️

Walter Deville

Walter Deville x Male reader [Requested] Hii would you write for Walter De Ville? getting married to Walter after killing his bride who was going to betray him..

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Screw Scary Movies

Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley x Reader

Words: 2234

Summary: The reader and her best friend make the mistake of going to a Halloween party with her ex-boyfriend. Given her friend’s traumatic experience a year ago, things get out of hand rather quickly. 

Notes: This is just something kinda fluffy and silly (with a little angst, I mean it’s me we’re talking about) for one of my favorite horror characters. For some reason, the Scream movies have become oddly comforting for me. Probably because of Dewey. 

More 90s/80s Imagines HERE

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The party was supposed to be fun. You should have known better.

Chuck had a tendency of being a douche, especially when it involved beer and Halloween costumes. Even more so when it involved Dewey. 

Still, you only had yourself to blame. You’re the one that invited Dewey to a Halloween party a year after… well everything. 

“Deputy Dork!” Chuck exclaimed through his creepy Hannibal Lecter mask. He roughly smacked him on the back as if he was still on the football team. Dewey laughed through his wince, but you could tell how much that hurt. 

“Chuck,” You hissed. 

“Oh right,” Chuck laughed, “my bad, man. I forgot.” 

He definitely had not forgotten. 

You rolled your eyes. “Why don’t you go get me a drink?” You gave him a deadly glare before he could protest and he shuffled off into the crowd. You turned to Dewey, putting a hand on his arm. “Are you okay?” 

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” He gave you a small smile. “It’s just a little sore sometimes.” 

“He’s such a jerk.” Taking his hand, you lead him across the room, shoving your way through the sea of sexy nurses and half naked firefighters. Nobody really had the decency to move for the guy with the limp. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought you were at a party full of high schoolers. Then again, Chuck never really did grow up, so why should any of his friends? “I really didn’t think there would be this many people.” 

“That’s okay. It gives me a chance to get out of the station, you know?” He laughed nervously. You found a spot on the couch that wasn’t too crowded and motioned for him to sit. 

“Can I get you anything? Beer, soda, water?”

“I’m fine, thanks.” 

An awkward silence fell between the two of you. God, this was such a bad idea. Why did I think he’d want to come to a Halloween party? We aren’t 16 anymore.

“So, you and Chuck…” Dewey started, but his voice trailed off like he was still thinking of a way to word the question. 

“He thinks he has a shot of getting me back, but I’m really just here because we work together.” You sighed with a shrug.

“You guys broke up?” His eyes widened. 

You snorted. “Are you surprised?” Dewey just blinked back at you. “Come on, Dewey, do you really think I could’ve stayed with a guy like that? I’m surprised we were together for as long as we were.” 

“I was surprised you were together at all.” He muttered, his smile turning sheepish. 

You looked down at your lap and started to regret your costume choice. A generic witch outfit you’d picked up at the store. You only really grabbed it so you would blend in with everyone else. 

You thought about the costumes you used to wear as kids. One Halloween, you and Dewey went as Princess Leia and Han Solo from Star Wars. Even his little sister made fun of the two of you, but neither of you cared. 

Oh god. Tatum. Thinking of her was like a punch to the gut. You couldn’t imagine how he felt. 

And I’m the genius that brought him to an event just like the one she was brutally murdered at. 

“Maybe we should just get out of here.” You said, standing up. A guy in a football uniform drunkenly stumbled into you and you lost your footing, falling right back onto the couch and into Dewey’s lap. He stared at you for a second with an expression of mild panic.  

“Um, yeah, sure. Sounds good.” He squeaked. He helped you get back on your feet and you helped him off the couch. A scream made both of you jump. 

“Somebody help! I think he’s dead!”  

Your stomach dropped and your limbs went rigid with panic, but it was nothing compared to the terror on Dewey’s face. You could see everything come rushing back in his eyes. He swallowed hard and tried his best to hide the fear in his expression. 

He rushed towards the commotion in the kitchen. You followed, but got stuck behind a pair of ‘naught nurses.’ 

Sure enough, laying on the kitchen floor was one of Chuck’s buddies with a pool of blood beneath him. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped. This couldn’t be happening. Those kids from last year were dead. It couldn’t be happening again… could it? 

“Everybody get back!” Dewey called out. There was a shaking in his voice. 

You finally got through the crowd of partygoers, but stayed back like he said. 

“Is he…?” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. 

Not that you had the chance. As Dewey stood up, the cabinet door creaked open and a cloaked figure stepped out. 

No.

The look of horror on your face made Dewey freeze. Slowly, he turned around and-

“Who’s ready to finish the job, deputy?” 

Dewey’s gut wrenching scream almost hid the lack of a voice changer. 

“Chuck?” 

The whole room erupted in laughter. Everybody except the man in front of you. He was still locked in place, face contorted with fear and arms spread out to protect you. 

Chuck took off the mask. “Oh come on. Lighten up, Y/N. We’re just having a little fun, right Deputy Dork?” 

You didn’t give Dewey a chance to respond. You shoved the people surrounding you out of the way and lunged. You got a few good hits in too, before Dewey pulled you off of Chuck. 

“What the fuck?” Chuck wailed, nursing the bleeding scratch you’d left on his cheek. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You screamed. Dewey was pulling you away, but you kept reaching for the bastard. “You think this is some kind of joke? Do you have any idea how sick this is?”

“Relax, baby, it’s not like you were there.” 

“You think this is about me?” 

The anger growing in his eyes made everything clear. 

You scoffed. “Did you seriously think this party would make me want you back? That this-” you held up the mask you’d ripped out of his hands, “would make me ever want to be with you again?” 

“Hey, it’s not my fault you can’t take a joke on behalf of your new boyfriend,” Chuck seethed. “I mean, come on, Y/N, the guy came toe-to-toe with a couple of highschoolers and lost.” 

You jumped at him again, but Dewey held you back. 

“Y/N, just stop,” Dewey pleaded, turning you around to face him. “I don’t need you to fight for me.” 

While the trembling in his voice made you want to tear Chuck to pieces, the look in his eyes begged you not to. 

You took a deep breath and took his hand. “Let’s just get out of here.” 

Dewey nodded and mustered a small smile as if to tell you he was okay. The crowd parted around you, probably because you looked like you were ready to kill someone. You just reached the closest exit when you heard Chuck yelling. 

“At least I would have stopped it!”

Now, Dewey was the one who stopped. 

Chuck emerged from the sea of costumes with a stupid, angry look on his face. 

“I would have figured out Stu was a freak before he even had the chance to pick up that knife. But you didn’t, did you Dewey?” He smirked. “Everybody’s talking about how Sydney fucked Loomis, but we all seem to forget about Stu’s girlfriend.”

“Chuck, don’t,” you spat. Dewey kept his grip on your hand so you couldn’t go around him. 

“But then again, it’s kinda hard to keep track of all of Tatum’s flings, isn’t it, Dewey? Who could blame you for not realizing that your sister had her tongue down a killer’s throat?” 

Dewey’s shoulders tensed. He spoke through his teeth. 

“Come on, let’s go.” He turned back to you and you started to open the door to the garage. 

“I wouldn’t go out that way, Y/N,” Chuck sneered. “I hear garage doors can be pretty dangerous when you’re a loser-fucking-whore.” 

You watched Dewey’s face change from anguish to rage. Before you realized what was happening, his fist was colliding with Chuck’s nose. Chuck collapsed back into his now not-dead buddy.

 You both just stood there in shock- especially Dewey. He kept looking down at his fist like he didn’t know what just happened. 

“You little shit!” Chuck screamed. “I’m gonna kill you!”

“Come on.” You took hold of Dewey’s arm and pulled him through the door. 

-

He winced and another bought of apologies fell from your lips. You tried to press the ice gently on his knuckles. 

“It’s okay,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “I mean, leave it to me to mess up my good hand, right?” He laughed. God, even now, he was trying to make you feel better.

“That was quite the punch,” you said. You remembered the shock and fury on Chuck’s face with a fondness you wouldn’t soon forget. 

“I could say the same for you.” He took the ice and held it to his hand, finally adjusting to the soreness. “I’ve never seen you so angry.”

You scowled. Your fingers picked at the splintering wood of your porch steps as you tried not to look at his sweet expression and puppy-dog eyes. “What kind of sicko does something like that? After everything that happened to you and to…” You shook your head. “Hell, if you hadn’t been there I could have killed that fucker.” 

“Hey, I meant what I said back there,” he started with a sigh. “I don’t want you getting stuck in the middle of things. We aren’t fighting off lunch money thieves or schoolyard bullies anymore. I’m a man now. I can handle myself.” His tone held a determination that you couldn't help but admire. All he wanted was to be taken seriously. “Besides, I don’t want you getting into trouble for my sake.” 

You stood up, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Stop being so nice to me, Dewey. This is all my fault. I knew that party was a bad idea, I knew Chuck would be an asshole, and I should have known he would do something like this. But bringing up Tatum is a new low.”

Dewey flinched. He didn’t talk about Tatum. Ever. Even with you. Just saying her name felt wrong on your tongue. 

You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle the cry escaping your throat. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t stop the tears from choking you. 

“I-I’m so sor-sorry Dewey,” you could barely get the words out. 

“Oh, Y/N, no, no, no, please.” He got to his feet as quickly as he could and moved so he was directly in front of you. “Please don’t cry. I’m okay, really. I promise. Chuck may be a jerk, but I had fun with you.” 

“Right, sure, right up until they turned the worst thing to ever happen to you into one big joke,” you sniffed. 

“I don’t care about that. I just want to be with you.” 

You wiped your eyes. “W-what?” 

His hand reached for your cheek and wiped away a stray tear. He was shaking, he was so nervous. 

“I just always want to be by your side. Ever since we were kids, I couldn’t imagine myself going through life with anyone else. And after everything that’s happened, everything that’s changed… I think I know that more now than ever.” 

“Dwight, I-” you didn’t know what to say. Dewey had been your best friend since you were kids. You’d bottled up so many feelings throughout the years for the sake of that friendship, finding out he shared those feelings was almost too much for you to handle. 

So you didn’t say anything. You just put your arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss. At first he just seemed shocked, but after a moment he kissed you back. 

Holy shit, when did Dewey become a good kisser? 

You stayed like that for so long you almost forgot that the two of you needed to breathe at some point. When you finally pulled apart, you had the biggest grin on your face and he still looked like he was trying to process what happened. 

“Hey Y/N,” he started, out of breath. 

“Yeah?”

“You want to go catch a movie or something?” 

You nodded, still grinning, and held out your hand. “As long as it isn’t scary.” 

He smiled and brought your hand up to his lips before lacing his fingers with yours. You started down the path, but Dewey stopped suddenly. His expression turned into something you couldn’t quite place. An odd mix of grief and acceptance and content. 

“What is it?”

He cleared his throat. “I was just thinking…” His eyes lifted to the sky, as if looking for something among the stars. “I was thinking about what Tatum would say if she saw us. You know, together.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. “What’s that?”

Dewey looked back down at you and smiled. “Finally.”

You brought him in for another kiss, all of those years of keeping it a secret finally resolved. With your head on his shoulder and his hand holding yours, you continued the walk to the theater to watch anything but a horror movie. 

[latenightartist-author]

Green Green Dress

Pairing: Fredrick Chilton x reader

Summary: Y/n worked for the FBI. She often came in to discuss a profile with Dr. Chilton. They had grown close. Fredrick was invited to a dinner party at Hannibal Lecter's home. Due to the invitation He was required to bring a date and he asked Y/n. He arrived at the Her home and is blown away.

Warning: None, unless you count Hannibal

Y/n walked down the hall of the Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally insane. She was sent to get a 'formal statement' from Will Graham since he kept insisting he didn't do it. The sound of her heels rang though the hall will could hear her coming. Will was currently in a 'session' with Dr. Chilton. Y/n pushed the door open and saw Will in a cage the way it was shaped reminded her of a caged bird. She waved at him then looked at Dr. Chilton. He was writing something down on his clip board not noticing Y/n came in yet. She walked behind him signaling Will to be quiet.

"Doctor your favorite crazy persons here," She said in her most nurse like voice.

"Hello Y/n, it's good to see you again." he said looking up from his clipboard as she walked around him to stand between him and Will.

Now Y/n had always like Fredrick, from the moment they met they got along. Y/n found herself trying to get excuses to come see Fredrick. She had come to question a few inmates once and wanted to make sure she was dressed nice in case she saw him. A couple time during the month she brought him lunch. She would never admit it to anyone but she thought she was falling in love with him. Today she knew she would run into him so she wore a his favorite color shirt that one of her friends helped her pick along with her favorite jeans and her black heels.

"So how's my favorite psychopath collector?"

"Well a certain patient isn't cooperating."

"Yes I know I'm here to take a statement about Hannibal from him," She said and got her recorder out, "Hannibal has assured me he has done nothing."

"That reminds me. I've been invited to one of his dinner parties and I'm supposed to bring a date so I was wondering if you'd like to join me?" He asked standing up and Will rolled his eyes.

"I'm pretty sure he asked that the only way he could without saying 'will you be my date' cause god forbid he ask that." Will said his voice heavy with sarcasm on the last part. Y/n shot him a glare.

"Well either way I'd be happy to join you Fredrick." Y/n said

"I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow." Fredrick said before he left the room. Y/n watched him go and when she was sure he was out of earshot she smiled.

"Finally, now maybe you two will be able to focus on the fact that Hannibal is a murderer." Y/n signed and recorded Will's statement.

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

It was the day of the dinner party and Y/n was excited. She had got off early so she could do her make up and had went out and bough a dress special for the occasion. The dress was a satin green floor-length along with her black heels. She turned on the music and started signing with it as she got in the shower.

She change into the dress and spun around in front of the mirror. She smiled and ran down stairs and danced around her living room while singing or screaming the lyrics along with the radio. While Y/n was messing around Fredrick was approaching her door and could hear her through the door. "so let this drout come to an end and may this desert flower again I'm so glad you found me stick around me!" Fredrick laughed softly at hearing her. He knocked on the door and heard her scramble to shut the music off. When she opened the door he was speechless, "Hi Fredrick sorry about that and anything you heard." she said moving so he could come in. He walked in and looked her up and down

"Y/n, you look...beautiful," He managed to get the words out finally.

"Thanks. Just let me get my shoes and we can go." she said disappearing down the hall. Fredrick looked at the pictures on her shelf. When she came back Fredrick found himself to still be speechless, "Fredrick are you feeling okay?" She set the back od her hand against his forehead.

"Y-yes. Sorry I just. I didn't know you could look more beautiful than you usually do."

"Thank you, Fredrick," she smiled and grabbed a small purse, "You look handsome but we should go before Hannibal considers us rude." She pulled him out of the house and got in his car. They arrived at Hannibal's party and Alana pulled Y/n aside. Hannibal looked between Fredrick and Y/n.

"I think you should steal your girl back before these business men see her."

"She's not my girl."

"Yet." Hannibal said and went to greet other guests. Fredrick went to Y/n. When people started dancing to the classical music Y/n grabbed Fredricks hand and pulled him to dance with her.

"I didn't you expect to be a dancer." He said and Y/n smiled.

"I'm able to dance more than this my father taught me to waltz and my aunt taught me to a faster for of the Waltz I forget what it's called."

"Shall we show off then?" He asked and she nodded. The next song came on. Fredrick and Y/n waltzed around the room. When the night ended Fredrick walked her to the door and she kissed his cheek before saying goodnight and going inside.

[ikea-employee]

Hello lovelies!

Thats right… I’m back!!

Over this hiatus I’ve joined lots of new fandoms and lost interest in quite a few as well.. Nonetheless, new and improved pinned post!

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For all of the new visitors… Hello and welcome!

I’m Nyx, I’m 19, I use any pronouns, I’m an ENFP and I’m here to cater to all of your fandom needs!

On a side note; roleplay on my blog is allowed, as well as just sending me friendly asks! (I’ll make a list of taken anon names & characters if any occur)

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What I write

Matchups (Closed)

You can ask on anon!! Just know that I am trusting you are not a minor.

Be as detailed as you want! The more detailed the matchup is = easier it is for me to match you with someone! (If you give me a character you want for a matchup, I'm just going to give you them. No surprises there)

I will do matchups for ocs! Same rules apply!

Stuff to add to your matchup: Appearance, personality, hobbies, likes, dislikes, love language. Please add what fandom you want and preferred gender! I don't want to write a matchup you won't enjoy!

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I'll write for any gender reader, any sexuality, canon ships, ocs × character(s), s/o x character(s), non-problematic ships, and for singular characters.

Be as detailed as you want with your headcanons, that way I understand what you want easier!

You can ask for as many characters you want with your given scenario! All I ask is that you keep it to four characters maximum! (If I like your prompt or find it easy, I might add more!)

I will write headcanons for you and the character you get from a matchup, just ask and you shall receive!

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Fandoms & Characters I Write For

If a character isn’t on my list, just ask! I won’t bite!

Dead By Daylight

Killers

Killer Masterlist

Albert Wesker / Mastermind

Artist

Demogorgon*

Doctor

Dredge*

Ghostface

Hillbilly

Huntress

Knight

Legion (Only Frank & Julie can be matched and written NSFW)

Micheal Myers / Shape

Nurse

Oni

Pig

Pyramid Head / Executioner

Spirit

Trapper

Trickster

Wraith

Survivors

Survivor Masterlist

Ada Wong

Cheryl Mason

Claudette Morel

Chris Redfield

David King (only matched with guys)

Dwight Fairfield

Élodie Rakoto

Feng Min

Haddie Kaur

Jake Park

Jill Valentine

Jane Romero

Kate Denson

Laurie Strode

Leon Kennedy

Meg Thomas

Mikaela Reid

Nancy Wheeler

Steve Harrington

Vittorio Toscano

Yui Kimura

Yun-Jin Lee

Destiny 2

Destiny 2 Masterlist

Ada-1

Amanda Holiday

Banshee-44

Caiatl

Cayde-6

Drifter

Eris Morn

Elsie

Ikora Rey

Lord Shaxx

Mara Sov

Osiris*

Saint-14*

Shaw Han

Crow

Uldren Sov

Zavala

Stranger Things

Stranger Things Masterlist

Alexei

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson

Eddie Munson

Jane Hopper “Eleven”

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

001 / Peter Ballard

Robin Buckley

Steve Harrington

Will Byers

Misc.

Misc. Masterlist

Bruce Wayne (Batman 2022)

Edward Nashton (Batman 2022)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal Tv Series)

Will Graham (Hannibal Tv Series)

Any character with an asterisk will not be put in matchups

Any characters who are bolded will not be put in matchups or written NSFW

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My OCs

Masterlist

Feel free to ask about them!

Zephyr

Evil lettol guy

I made him in 7th grade, I just keep updating him.

Tag: OC: Zeph

Sabbath

Kind of my sona

Idk what inspired him

Tag: OC: Sabbath

Syn

Destiny Awoken Warlock OC

Solar

Tag: OC: Syn

Curse-4

Destiny Exo Hunter OC

Stasis

Tag: OC: Curse-4

Foxx

Destiny Awoken Titan OC

???? (Switches constantly)

Tag: OC: Foxx

Kit “Kitty” Archer

DbD & Stranger Things OC

I love her <3

Tag: OC: Kitty

Asher “Ash” Montgomery

I also made him in 7th grade… (Remade him and hes better now)

DbD & Stranger Things OC

Tag: OC: Ash

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DNI

DNI if you are underaged, a proshipper, TERF, trump supporter, anti-abortionist, transphobic, pedophile, homophobic, or racist.

Will not Write

I will not write about anything racist, homophobic, transphobic, or pedophelic. I also don’t feel comfortable writing about child abuse, animal abuse, or suicide.

NSFW Writing

I am willing to write nsfw requests as long as the character requested is not a minor and the kinks involved are not bathroom related.

Enjoy your Stay!

- Nyx

[darling-i-read-it]

Sangiovese

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham

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

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: miscarriage, death, blood, injuries, dismemberment, grief, drowning

Author’s Note: AHHHHH SEASON 4!!!!! I’m screaming, crying, sobbing lol. I really am happy with how this first part turned out and I hope you all are too! Please please let me know your thoughts, feel free to drop those theories lol. I have the first half of the season planned out but not the second lol. I really hope you guys enjoy!!

Summary: You wake up in a hospital under a new name that Hannibal has given you. Freddy searches for answers. Jack deals with his newest loss.

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

Tag List (is always open!) : @llperfectsymmetryll @ericacactus @vlightning95 @sweetgoodangel (i hope you guys dont mind that I tagged you for this! If you wanna be taken off just let me know)

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All you could feel was the cold. It prickled at your very soul. It felt like you were feeling the entirety of the ocean in your mere human body. The waves crashing against the rocks felt like they were part of you. Perhaps it was your body hitting the rocks. You didn’t have the consciousness to tell. It felt like you had nothing at all, except this trivial, awful, cold.

No air in your lunges.

No soul in your body.

Exactly zero thoughts running through your head.

Icy, crisp, cold.

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Your eyes opened and you breathed in deeply, making an attempt to sit up but was quickly stopped by something tugging on your arms. You looked around, or tried to. The light seemed to engulf your senses, immediately overwhelming you.

“Don’t try to sit up.”

You finally met the eyes of an unfamiliar woman. She was not clear. She was only a blur in your vision, something that you were fairly sure was a woman but not one hundred percent sure. Her voice sounded so far away.

You opened your mouth to speak but when you tried, nothing came out. You wanted to ask for Will and Hannibal. You were still dreadfully cold, all the way down to your bones. Your throat was dry. You looked down at yourself. Hospital gown. There was a pain in your abdomen that you couldn’t distinguish. It was a dull sort of pain.

For a blissful moment you forgot all about the life you had once lived. You forgot about the moments before you were in that cold and the years before it. No worries plagued you. All at once the years came back and your hands raised shakily over your stomach, though you didn’t dare touch it. You looked up at the woman who was becoming clearer now.

“My,” you said, voice dry. “My baby,” you whispered. You felt her hand on your arm and was able to make out the creases in her face as they turned down.

“I’m sorry..” You took a deep breath. You shook your head, looking down. There was no blood on your hands but you felt like there should be. This was your fault. You knew what you were getting yourself into by that cliff and yet you did anyway. You had not paid the price, your dear, innocent child had. You felt yourself starting to cry. The tears felt like they were coming from another person. Maybe it was your baby, crying through you. You looked up at her again, gripping her arm tightly. “Will. Where’s Will?”

“You were found with two other men, neither named Will.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Will was your husband's name, you were sure of it. You had to be the one to tell him the news.

The door opened and you and the nurse turned around.

“Please no visitors,” the nurse said quickly.

“I’m family,” the voice explained. You met the eyes of Hannibal Lecter, whom was not your husband but may as well have been. You reached for him, wanting to share in this grief with someone familiar. For the moment you didn’t care about if you were going to jail. “Darling, it’s me, Mateo.” Your eyebrows furrowed again.

“She’s had quite a shock, as you all have. It may take her a moment to remember everything, especially in such a delicate state,” the nurse whispered. Hannibal sat beside you. He was wearing a suit. You put your head on Hannibal’s shoulder and he held you.

“Where is he?” you said, crying wistfully. You couldn’t bring yourself to sob yet. That would come soon you felt.

“He’s alright,” Hannibal promised. “Agnello is alright my dear Bella.”

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Freddie Lounds sat at her desk. She was not writing, though she wanted to be. She wanted to have something to write about. She had already written the thrilling extra to the saga of Hannibal Lecter. She wished it was ongoing but nothing seemed to be coming up.

She looked out the window. Her fiery red hair hung at her shoulders peacefully, unaware of the turmoil going on in her head. The last time Hannibal had done this she had gotten a book out of it. A decent book, if she said so herself.

But this time was going to be different. This time, she was going to get the inside scoop. Jack Crawford had to be down for the count after his untimely silencing. She had gone this long taking in information from the outside.

No more.

She had had you and Will at her disposal not long before. How she had let that opportunity slip away.

She looked out the window at the trees, biting her lip and thinking. On her desk was a one way ticket to Florence and a picture she had taken at yours and Wills wedding.

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Hannibal pushed to have you released but would not let you leave bed. Apparently all of your injuries had been decent but not life threatening. The gunshot to the side was the worst one. Your fall had been broken by one Will Graham, who got the brunt of the pain.

Hannibal, of course, had barely any injuries at all. Stab wounds from Francis, a broken rib. That was it. Things that would heal in due time as long as he nursed them well.

“Where are we going?” you asked Hannibal, sitting up.

“You seem to have healed quickly from the emotional wound,” he said. “I have seen you heal from less longer.”

“Don’t speak of that,” you hissed. “You will never speak of that again.” You met his eyes and held his gaze. His hair was slicked back, unlike him. He looked rugged. Very odd for Hannibal. Your lip was curled into a scowl. You were being quite serious. “It is not your grief to speak on.” Hannibal looked at the wall.

“The Yucatec Mayan woman think of grief as an illness. The abandonment of a loss and the anger they feel is so painful they have to think of it as a sickness.”

“You will never speak of my grief again.”

He nodded once, curiously.

“Where is he?” you asked.

“I’ve obtained a home for us. We leave in the morning.”

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Chiyoh had her hair back in a bun. She wore a larger coat than usual with fur on the linings. She walked forward briskly, her feet crunching on the gravel ground. She stepped onto the porch of Will’s home and opened up the unlocked door.

The dogs ran toward her quickly, rushing to her feet. She kneeled down and petted each of them individually, smiling as they licked her face. She had never had something nice to take care of. She had taken care of a human before and he was not very nice.

These dogs were a nice light in the dark.

She walked past the fridge that had pictures on it. Various occasions. Fish pictures, pictures of you, pictures of the dogs. Will had written down each dog's birthdays on the calendar. Chiyoh made sure to celebrate as he would have.

The house did not feel foreign to her.

It instead felt like a home she never had. She couldn’t live in a place like this before. Hannibal was going back to Florence, she could feel it. But she would not return, not yet. Her place was here with the dogs.

She wanted a job that was easy for once. She deserved that much.

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Hospitals were odd at night. Too still for the amount of people going in and out. Hannibal had gone. The nurses were going in and out of each room, making sure everyone was alright. You could see the lights outside of your room.

You wanted to cry. Now that Hannibal was gone you wanted to sob. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, not yet.

You slipped out of bed and tried to stand. It felt like your insides were being torn apart as you hoisted yourself up. You shuffled bare feet on the hard ground to the door. A nurse stopped you quickly, her hand held up to your chest.

“Agnello?” you asked quietly. “My husband. He’s in one of these rooms, please…” Upon further inspection you noticed it was the same woman from this morning. The one who had been there when you woke up. “Please.”

She nodded gently and grabbed under your arm to help you walk. You let her lead you just three doors down. She opened the door and then left you alone.

Will was asleep on the hospital bed. It wasn’t the first time you had seen him like this but you hoped it would be the last. You walked up to him, wincing as you sat down beside him. You reached forward and finally, you cried.

Gut wrenching, chest heaving sobs.

You didn’t notice but Will woke up as you were crying. He didn’t move much. He looked at you, confused. He hadn’t woken up since the cliff. No one had explained to him what had happened. But laying there in the darkness of the room with only his sobbing wife, he could guess. He closed his eyes again, this time out of pain.

He tried to sit up. Your head shot to him.

“D-don’t,” you said through a moment of clarity. “You’re chest..and…” He sat up anyway, wrapping his arms around you. You put your head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” you sobbed. “I’m so sorry.”

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Jack Crawford sat at his desk, shaking his head very slowly.

“It would be smart not to move your head,” Kade Prunell said as she walked into his room. He looked up at her and could barely stand the sight of her. He was repulsed by it all, repulsed by her and the situation but especially his gouging neck that still bled from time to time. “I told you not to come back to work.” “I am the Director and this was my mistake. I intend to clean it up.” “Y/N Graham cut your neck so that you could still speak. Do you think that was intentional? Making you live out your working days in pain?” Prunell questioned. Jack pursed his lips and looked down at the multiple papers on his desk.

“Probably trying to get me to understand what her dear husband felt,” Jack muttered, annoyed. There was still pain when he spoke. A constant reminder of what you had done to him, what he had allowed you to do. The very nature of his words were taken by you. “You need to let me go to Florence.” “They aren’t in Florence. Hannibal is far too smart to go to the same place twice,” Prunell said, walking over to Jack’s desk. The papers there were receipts from wine sellers, pictures of Francis Dolarhydes dead body, past crime scenes of Hannibals, Abigail Hobbs cold on a platter. Pictures of you, pictures of Will. “You’re not leaving this country.”

“I didn’t find them in any nearby hospitals. No Jane or John Does, no Hannibal, Will or Y/N. They’re toying with us because they can, because we let them.”

“You let them if I remember correctly. You let Hannibal out. You allowed the Graham girl to slit your neck. Now they’re finally going to have their perfect little family with a baby and everything,” Prunell said.

“What do you suggest I do? Let them live their life out there, killing and eating more people?”

“No. I suggest you go home and get some rest. I have capable people here to do this job that aren’t as close as you are.”

“They won’t do the job like I will,” Jack argued. “They’ll go for Hannibal.” Jack shuffled in the pictures and pulled one out. It was a still from when Will had been in prison. Will was sitting on the ground and you were sitting at the yellow line as well, posture perfect, face forward. Jack tossed the picture forward and jabbed his finger over your still self. “I’ll go for her.”

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Hannibal helped Will into the house. It was extravagant. You had no idea how he got it in such short notice, though you had no idea how Hannibal Lecter did many things. This must have been what life was like with Bedelia all those years ago. It felt like ages ago, decades maybe.

You wore an awfully uncomfortable dress but it was the one Hannibal had gotten you. You imagined Will felt worse. You had your hands on both of their backs, helping each of them into the home.

“Do you already have dinner prepared?” Will joked dryly.

“As a matter of fact,” Hannibal said. You were astounded at how much he sounded sane. Like everything hadn’t just gone wrong. Like nothing was different. You entered the dining room together. “I do.” At the end of the table was Bedelia Du Maurier. There were three plates other than hers, one at the other head of the table and two across from each other on the sides. The table was large and prepared. There was a large piece of meat in the middle of the decadent display. You realized with a start that it must be a leg.

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[prurientpuddlejumper]

Hopelessness of Wanting

Part 2 ->

Frederick Chilton x Reader

remember that request on @raulesparzaconfessions​ asking for Chilton being evil & angst??? and I said I would never do that to my poor Frederick darling? WELL I DID. 

Warnings: Darkfic! NSFW. Noncon (nonconsensual blowjob), doctor-patient sexual abuse, past child sexual abuse, angst, self-loathing Chilton. Part 2 will contain suicidal thinking. This is honestly so melodramatic. I apologize to everyone on my tag list.

1k words

If anyone had been outside women’s wing cell 4B, they would have heard a wet choking sound. If they were among the less jaded of the staff, they might have investigated, but that sort of altruism was quickly extinguished here.

The occupant of this particular cell was named Julianne Barker. From three to fourteen years of age, she was sexually assaulted by first her father, then her brother, and then by dozens of men who paid fifty dollars for the privilege. At fourteen, Julianne picked up her father’s shotgun and shot him, her brother, and two other men in the house point-blank as they slept.

That was how she came to live at the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

A blue light flashed rhythmically from inside the cell. The choking noises, slurping and gurgled, seemed to almost follow the rhythm of the lights.

Julianne was a docile patient. Without access to firearms she was harmless, and for the last ten years claimed to have no memory of the violent act at all. Her entire memory and very sense of self was a scrambled mess.

That was why Dr. Frederick Chilton began treating her with hypnotic therapy, to pull those buried memories out of her. It was meant to help her recovery. That was his intent, at the outset.

Wet noises were now accompanied by rustling fabric, audible if one were to stand just outside the door. Shaking breaths grew steadily louder. The brief screech of chair legs on the floor as a hand gripped it for support. A low moan rose above it all, a guttural cry that faltered and trembled in time with the steady, wet sucking. Choking. Slurping.

It was an accident—that was important for you to understand!

Dr. Chilton’s voice cracked as he lost control, his hips driving forward—an unconscious mistake—to be met with gagging, sputtering, as his broken scream echoed off the cell’s bare walls. And then the only noise was panting. The screech of the chair again as he slumped back down upon it and wiped his brow. Finally, he cleared his throat and tucked himself back into his pants. Sat up straight.

In a smooth, authoritative voice, he said, “Waking now. You’re waking in a quiet room. Safe. Calm.”

It was an accident—the first time it happened. Julianne did not only relive her memories when put under hypnosis, but fell into a full regressive dissociative state. Chilton had not been expecting the willowy young woman to suddenly get on her knees and begin unbuckling his pants.

And yet, when he realized that he was alone… that he had sole access to the security tapes and the guards would look the other way… he did not stop her. Neither did he do anything to force her! Never wove his fingers through her yellow hair or bucked into her mouth. Everything she did was her own volition.

That was how he justified it to himself.

Acting out traumatic memories could be therapeutic in many circumstances. It allowed her to take control of her past. It was exposure therapy. At best, he was helping. At worst, she never remembered or knew what was real. Always enjoyed their “sessions.”

That was how he justified it to himself.

He knew it was sick. But what did it matter? He had given up ever finding a real relationship. Hannibal Lecter turned out to be a serial killer. Will Graham was running around Italy chasing him. Neither man ever returned his admiration. Chilton had given up entirely on love, himself, and the dull pretense of morality.

He would never get to fuck the mouth he truly wanted—never see the lips he pretended were parted around his cock anywhere but his imagination.

You would never desire the old, scarred doctor—the autocratic, pompous Dr. Chilton, twice-maimed and hated by his own staff.

Might as well take it where he could.

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As he opened the door to the cell, his heart leaped into his throat and he barely caught a yelp before it burst in its humiliating high pitch from his mouth.

“Oh! Dr. Chilton! S-sorry, I didn’t know you were in a session!” you stammered.

The perfect lips he had been picturing now parted in surprise. Your eyes shone like the sun. He forgot to breathe. Then the shame of what he’d done came crashing back, and the way you, in your perfection, avoided looking at his face—his scar—pierced him.

“You forgot to check schedules? Again?” he chided, voice cold as the dead thing in his chest.

“No, sir! I mean—”

“It’s fine, Dr. Chilton. You’re the one who’s supposed to be in his office right now, according to your own schedule.” Nurse Clerval strode into the hallway behind you, white sneakers silent on the stone floor.

Your face lit up for your rescuer—that bright, innocent smile that was almost always present (the exception, of course, being when he was around). Clerval had a soft spot for protecting you. All of his staff seemed to. Who could blame them? The newest nurse, like a lost puppy, who hadn’t yet lost your shine as everyone in this dismal place eventually did. It only drove home his own loneliness, and the hopelessness of wanting you.

“How careless of me,” Chilton said before rolling his eyes directly at you. “Fortunate you have friends to speak for you.” He got a twisted pleasure from watching your smile fall again.

It was the best he could do, he thought as he limped away, the tension on his abdominal scar acting up. If he couldn’t have your light for himself, he could at least stomp some of it out so it wasn’t taunting him all the time.

He knew that was no justification, but what did it matter?

He was filth. The only reason he survived Miriam Lass’s bullet was to suffer more on this Earth—he knew that was the truth, because he didn’t deserve to be spared. It wasn’t a miracle. It was justice.

He simply hadn’t suffered enough yet.

You were everything he was not, thrown in his face to torment him. Always so kind, and full of life—a sunflower standing tall above a garden of thorny roses. Loved by all. And he coveted you for himself. Needed you like rain. But beautiful creatures always turned their faces toward the light. You would never cast an eye down to him—the thorniest vine whose petals had all been stripped away, never to bloom again. He was lost in a place of shadows you would never see.

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Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

Genre: Romance, Slow burn, Smut in the future.

Warnings: None.

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Summary: Y/N Hobbs an opera singer and also the eldest adopted daughter of The Minnesto Shrike, and her entire life changes after what happened. She will be the object of affection of a certain psychopath, whether she likes it or not.

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Chapter 7

The next day Hannibal decided to visit his therapist friend. Her name was Bedelia Du Maurier, she was a blonde woman with slim body and calm voice. Her blue eyes always saw through her patients except Hannibal. She had to retire at an early age because a patient attacked her and she decided it was time for her to say goodbye to her job. They were sitting across from each other, ''It always goes better if I'm honest with you.'' she said observing him, ''I'm honest to you Bedelia.'' 

''No, not perfectly.'' her eyes were trying to catch something on Hannibal, ''As honest as anyone.'' he said looking at his watch for a second, ''Not really. You are wearing a well tailored person's suit, or maybe it is a human veil. It must be lonely.'' weary look was upon her face. ''I have friends and I added two more. I'm not that lonely.'' The house was silent, ''You mean Abigail and Y/N. I've heard Y/N performed at a museum. How was it?'' with her question something sparkled in his eyes an died in the exact moment. ''Her voice is divine, she will be singing in my dinner parties, you should come.'' Bedelia noticed the way his voice changed, ''Do you like her?'' 

''Of course, she is my friend.'' his reply was quick. ''You know what I mean Hannibal.'' She said shifting in her seat, ''What you mean takes time, I have to trust her first.'' she decided to stood up, ''But she is the right candidate, I can see that you fancy her. I want to see where this goes, wine?''  she started to walk to her big kitchen, ''Something pink would do just fine.''

   Early in the morning Y/N went to see Abigail, she told her about last night and how amazing it was. ''Was Hannibal there too?'' young girl asked, ''Yes, he liked my performance and asked if I could sing in his parties. I hope you'll get to see one day.''she was brushing Abigail's long brown hair, it was wet because she took a shower before Y/N came. ''I was in a group therapy and it was helpful, my doctor and Alana says I might leave in 6 months.'' She said while playing with the candy Y/N brought. ''6 months, not long and not short. I want you to stay with me when you get out of here, I will take care of everything.'' her phone rang, ''It's Hannibal, I'll be quick.'' she left her room. ''Hello Hannibal?'' He could hear the nurses on the hall, ''Are you at the facility?'' he knew the answer but asked anyway. ''Yes, I wanted to see Abigail.''

''I'm throwing a dinner party tonight and wanted to invite you. Your presence would brighten my mood. What do you say?'' Hannibal was at his office, he was holding a pencile because he was drawing Y/N on the white paper. Last night was something he didn't want to forget so he was drawing her in her baby pink dress. ''Tonight when?'' ''Guests will arrive at 8.30  but you can come earlier.'' He could hear her breathe, ''Alright, see you later.'' Such an innocent voice, he couldn't wait to hear her sing again so he decided to threw a dinner party but Y/N didn't have to know this detail. Y/N knew his party could be fancy so she tried to choose something classy. Last year she bought an emerald green dress, it was mermaid shaped with a long tail, it was shining under the light because of it's paillettes. She had black stilettos. Her dress was showing a little cleavage, she had a white pearl necklace.

(This is the dress)

When she was ready she left her home and it was exactly 8.00 pm when she arrived at his house. A tall servant  opened the door, ''Dr. Lecter is in the kitchen Madam. May I take your coat?'' he had a French accent, ''Thank you.'' she walked to the kitchen. Hannibal and 3 chefs were very busy but with the scent of her entering the room Hannibal looked up to see her. ''Beautiful...'' was his first thought, ''You came.'' for some reason he sounded surprised, ''Said I would. I will escort myself to the living room.'' she didn't want to disturb them so she left. She was having a long conversaiton with the tall servant when guests started to arrive. Y/N felt intimidated at first because it was strange to be in the same room with these rich people. A gentleman approached to her while Hannibal was taking care of the dining room. ''I was at the museum last night, Daniel Salvatore.'' They shook hands, ''Y/N Hobbs, I hope you enjoyed it.'' his green eyes landed on hers, ''Yes, it was spectacular, such a talented woman.'' Y/N's cheeks got pink, he had circular shaped glasses, looked like a professor. ''I would love to hear your voice again.'' He said looking at her up and down, ''You’ll be hearing it soon.'' she kindly smiled and saw Dr. Alana Bloom talking to a group of people, ''Excuse me Mr. Salvatore.'' she went to talk to Alana. Hannibal didn't have time to talk to Y/N or tell her how ravishing she looked in that dress, ''Maybe after the party.'' he loved her choice, it looked perfect on her, he almost made a mistake while thinking of her, almost. He remembered his conversation with Bedelia, ''Do I really fancy her? Or she is a tool for me to use?'' he came to inform his guests and they walked to the dining room. He watched them taking their places, when they sat down they all applaused because the dishes looked tasty and aesthetically pleasing. ''Before we begin you must all be warned, nothing here is vegetarian. Bon Appetit!''

''I see you brought the opera singer Hannibal.'' Old lady from last night said, ''I kindly asked her to join us and performe after the dinner.'' Guests applaused again, Y/N smiled at them kindly. ''Can't wait!'' Old lady said. Alana was happy becaus she got a chance to her Y/N sing, ''Did you visit Abigail today?'' she asked, they were sitting across and others were having seperate conversations. ''Yes, she looks fine. I'm happy that she might be leaving after 6 months.'' Alana loved the way Y/N was taking care of Abigail. Hannibal was talking to his guests but his eyes usually were on Y/N, she was enjoying the dinner and it made him satisfied to see it. She was glowing in emerald radiance. After the dinner they walked to the living room, servants were bringing wine and chamgane. Hannibal got a glass and made a thin sound with a knife, ''I present you Y/N Hobbs!'' guests applaused loudly, some were standing and some took places on the couch and chairs. Y/N started to sing Hildegard von Bingen's O Euchari in Leta Via.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctx5fo-8DTI

Before she began she was nervous but now the latin words were leaving her mouth like honey, sweet and fluid. Hannibal was standig with a glass in one hand, he felt the same feeling again, his heart felt heavy and his stomach twisted. ''She is choosing the songs I like. Is this coincidence?'' He liked the way she sang, there was boldness to it, they locked eyes for a second. There was a pleasantly warm connection between them. When she was done singing a wave of applause was heard, a chill went through her. ''Thank you!''

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High Risk

PART TWO: SILVER TONGUED DEVIL

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Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x Nurse!Fem!Reader

WC: 3.1k words

Chapter Summary: In order to form a deeper connection with Hannibal, hoping to keep him complacent, Doctor Chilton allows you to have dinner with him…. Mostly unsupervised.

Warnings: MINORS DNI THIS FIC IS 18+, slight canon divergence (frederick is still head of baltimore state hospital), manipulation all around, some jealousy, corruption, smut, handjob, kinda audio voyeurism but not really?, also kinda exhibitionistic but not really??, some alcohol consumption, aaaand thats all i can think of rn but lmk if i missed anything!

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You waited outside of the double doors with a guard, patiently carrying Hannibal’s meal tray. He had a visitor, a mutual acquaintance of Doctor Chilton’s, and they were not to be disturbed.

You couldn’t understand why you had to be standing there, but you figured it was a power move on Doctor Chilton’s part. Reminding you of your place. 

Your eyes flicked up to the security camera in the corner, suspecting he was watching more than one of them at a time. More than half an hour had passed, the silence stretching on infinitely. The guard had briefly tried to engage you in small talk, but he had quickly realized it was pointless. You already knew what sort of questions he would ask if he felt like he had any leeway, and you were not in the mood for it.

Already there were rumors speculating the sort of favors Hannibal was asking of you. You’d felt the gazes on you, caught the murmurs behind your back. You couldn’t deny that the more animal part of you, the one that had no such regard for personal safety, hadn’t thought about him that way. 

A few times, he had slipped a folded piece of paper for you to find when you retrieved his meal trays. Always sketches of you, symbolic renditions meant to convey messages. His attention to detail was astounding. Almost… devoted, in a way. 

Every time you posed for him, you found yourself enjoying his focus more and more. The thrill of it all was narcotic, but you only hated that it had brought other people’s attention to you. 

The doors suddenly opened and a tall, well dressed woman stepped out. She was strikingly beautiful, with icy blue eyes and neatly styled dark hair. Her lips were painted ruby, which further accentuated her features in an elegant but almost severe way.

Doctor Alana Bloom was her name. You’d heard of her from both Doctor Chilton and Hannibal, but you hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting her in person until then.

“My, you’re a looker,” she said, inspecting you as if you were an insect under a microscope. “No wonder.”

You only smiled politely, internally seething. She could see right through you, smiling in return.

“He’ll charm the pants off you if you’re not careful.”

With that, she walked away, heels clicking down the hallway. The guard next to you let out a huff and you shot a glare in his direction.

He pushed off the wall and followed her, while you turned the other way and slipped into Hannibal’s cell room.

“Sorry, it might be a little cold,” you said as a greeting, making your way over to the slot. 

“You were waiting for me?” He asked.

“I was told to wait until you were done, yes.”

He noticed you were avoiding looking at him, though the displeasure itself wasn’t directed at him. He smiled a little to himself with satisfaction.

“Doctor Bloom is an old colleague of mine, but our history goes a little further than that,” he said. “A futile affair, that was.”

“No rekindling the flame then?” You asked before you could stop yourself. 

Of course that wasn’t what the visit was about, you knew as much. But you were still bristling from her words, and the smugness in them.

“No,” Hannibal said. “I’m afraid we are mutually uninterested, though we have some business left over.”

You hummed in thought, composing yourself. “I apologize for asking, it’s none of my business.”

“You may ask me whatever you want. I won’t mind telling you.”

You tilted your head to the side, where another camera was perched up in the corner. 

“We don’t have such liberties,” you said pointedly. “Though who knows? Maybe there’s an argument for our case.”

With that, a small, coquettish grin and a glance in his direction. Hannibal sat up straighter, licking his lips.  He glanced up at the camera, also well aware that Frederick was listening.

If anything, the two of you had been enjoying toying with him in any small way you could. It drove him crazy, but he mostly seethed in silence, knowing he was equally matched in this game.

“Perhaps dinner might be a good place to start,” he said.

“Oh yes, I would like that very much,” you said, exaggerating a wistful sigh. “But we shall see.”

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“You know, you’re getting a little bold with all these requests,” Doctor Chilton said, arms crossed over his chest. 

“I know you have your methods of trying to get information out of him — or at least you think so,” you said, unbothered. “I mean, he has been much more forthcoming because of me, hasn’t he? I have my methods, too.”

He let out a sardonic chuckle. “Clearly. Others seem to think so, too, no?”

You didn’t give in to his goading, changing the subject instead. “Much luck with Doctor Bloom?”

“Some, actually,” he said, his sneer faltering. “But that shouldn’t really concern you. You’re still his favorite little doll to play with.”

And you mine, you thought to yourself, containing a grin.

“I’m aware,” you said instead, raising an eyebrow. “So it’s not too unreasonable to have dinner with him, especially with the glass still separating us.”

“Oh, but you’d be so much more useful if you were up close and personal. I could put you in one of the interrogation rooms and keep him handcuffed... But the problem is, he asked for total privacy. No cameras and no audio recordings,” he countered. “I cannot possibly do both. You know that’s not how it works.”

You pretended to think about it for a moment, but you already knew what the obvious answer was.

“No cameras, then,” you said. “I would say that’s fair, no? You might not care for the video footage, anyway, not without sound.”

He narrowed his eyes but nodded in assent, knowing it was the best he would get. The ghost of a self-satisfied smile was on your lips, pleasure at getting what you wanted dancing in your eyes. 

As long as the rest of the team was getting the information they needed, by whatever means necessary, he supposed he couldn’t grouse too much. Regardless, that didn’t make him any less annoyed at being backed into a corner.

“You get an hour and a half tops,” he said with finality. “Work your magic. And wear something nice, why don’t you?”

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The table had already been set for you when you arrived. A mediocre attempt at something romantic, with a few little tea lights and a half-dead flower in a plastic cup. You supposed the guards couldn’t be bothered with such nonsense, but it was also more mockery on Frederick’s part. 

But at that very moment, you couldn’t care less. In fact, you found yourself… excited for the night's events. 

It was nice not to wear your uniform for once, your nicest black dress in its place. It was nothing too special, but you only wore it on certain occasions, such as dates.

And while this may be the macabre version of a date, it was a date nonetheless.

You’d styled your hair differently, put on a little make up and even wore perfume, which you were rarely able to do. It was liberating in a way, as if granting you permission to step out of bounds a little more. You wouldn’t waste such an opportunity.

Your heels clicked softly on the linoleum floor as you slowly paced the room, anxiously waiting. You glanced down at your watch, and right as it hit eight o’clock, the door opened. Hannibal was led in by a guard, his hands cuffed in front of him. He smiled at the sight of you, his eyes roaming up and down to better appreciate you. 

Your heart immediately started racing, both from nerves and giddiness. You focused solely on him as he was led to the table, the situation becoming less surreal by the second. Despite the fact that he was in his usual jumpsuit, you could tell he had meticulously groomed himself as best as he could. 

Another guard came in to place two trays on the table, but the food wasn’t from the cafeteria. Apparently, Hannibal had been allowed to cook a two-course meal, dessert included. There was even some wine, but you had to settle for plastic cups instead of glasses. Not that either of you seemed to mind, too busy sizing each other up. 

It felt strange, not seeing him through a thick panel of glass, but it was even stranger to sit right across from him. You only had to reach out your arm and you’d be able to touch him… if it wasn’t forbidden, of course.

“I’m surprised Doctor Chilton did not join us for dinner,” he said as the guard cuffed him to the table.

“He’ll be here in spirit,” you said, briefly nodding at the two guards before they stepped out of the room. “But I think it’s better this way, don’t you agree?”

“Much better,” he agreed, pausing a moment until the door finally shut. “You look beautiful, by the way… And you smell good enough to eat. Just as I thought you would.”

You grinned at his dark sense of humor, suppressing a shudder as you crossed your legs and leaned back. “Well, flattery will get you anywhere.”

“And wine?”

He grabbed the already uncorked bottle of wine and raised his eyebrows. You nodded and he poured for both of you. 

“We shall see,” you said, taking the cup from him and holding his gaze.

“Well, a toast to our very gracious host,” he said, raising his cup. “For making all this happen.”

You tapped your cup against his with a soft cheers before taking a sip. He proceeded to give you a detailed explanation of what you would be eating, nearly putting you in a trance. His voice had a hypnotic quality to it, managing to soothe your nerves. Without really noticing, the two of you were leaning forward, the conversation taking on an almost intimate quality – even if the subject matter was anything but. 

Before he touched his food, he encouraged you to try first. He watched you eat, his amber eyes lingering on your lips as you licked them. You had never tasted anything so complex or refined, but knowing it was put together by him made it even more of a delicacy. You let out a pleasured hum, barely holding back from getting another bite.

“My compliments to the chef,” you said, taking another sip of wine instead. “It’s almost enough to convince me to eat anything you cook.”

He chuckled. “Oh, if we were not within these four walls, I would have made a whole feast just for you. I’m sure Frederick has told you of my dinner parties.”

“But then it’s likely we wouldn’t have met outside these walls,” you said, not wanting to talk about Doctor Chilton. “Unless, of course, you frequent this sort of place.”

“I am not unfamiliar, I will give you that,” he said. “But our meeting has been the only good thing about this whole situation, and for that, I am grateful.”

You put a hand on your chest, teasingly pretending to be touched. “How sweet, are you going to quote more Byron for me next?”

He laughed, finally digging into his food. Conversation flowed with surprising ease as you continued to eat. Perhaps it was partly due to the wine, but it also helped that you were eager to listen to his thoughts on things. You were well aware of his intelligence, and it was stimulating to finally talk to someone that had so many layers to uncover.

By the time you got to dessert, he was bold enough to spoon feed you the first bite, awaiting your reaction. The taste was just as amazing, but you were more interested in the gesture. The way he was gazing at you with ardor, kindling your insides – A hunger of a different kind. 

“Tell me something,” he said, clearing his throat. “If it weren’t for Frederick, would you have accepted an invitation to dine with me?”

“Depends, if you’d played your cards right, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it would’ve been possible.” You tilted your head to one side slightly. “But you’re much too valuable, are you not? They have to keep you happy.”

“You certainly have.” 

You let out a huff of amusement, propping your elbow on the table and resting your chin on your hand. Briefly, you thought again of all the rumors circulating about the two of you. This time, though, it didn’t really seem to matter all that much anymore. They’ll keep talking anyway, so why not just do whatever the hell I want?

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Do you always manage to get what you want?” 

He shrugged as if he couldn’t help it, making you chuckle. “What’s your secret, hmm? How do you do it?”

“You aren’t able to come any closer, are you?”

“Of course not, Hannibal.” You pretended to scoff. “We’ve got to keep our hands to ourselves, too.”

There was a devilish grin on your face as you slowly got up from your seat. You slipped your shoes off and brought a finger to your lips to indicate silence. It was titillating, truth be told, to be straddling the fine line between reckless abandon and caution. Especially when you were clearly leaning more towards one side.

“Pity,” he said, watching your every move, smile mirroring your own. “I would have liked to whisper it in your ear.”

You slid onto the chair next to him and he turned his body to face you. You looked down at his jumpsuit, locating the zipper, before looking back into his eyes. He slightly dipped his chin in assent, and you reached a hand up to his chest.

“Tell me something else, then,” you said, dragging it down slowly so as not to make much noise. 

“Like what?” he asked, holding his breath as more and more of his body was revealed. 

His blood was quickly flowing south, the consequences of this becoming apparent as the zipper reached the end of the line. Your mouth fell open in both surprise and eagerness, exhaling a shuddery breath. He kept his hands off as you carefully eased his erection out of his underwear, fingertips brushing the velvety underside.  

“Anything at all,” you said, trying to keep your voice even. “You’re a romantic, aren’t you? I want to hear your ideas on love.”

You stood up and slid your panties down your legs without lifting your dress too much. You watched him swallow hard as you sat back down, letting the fabric fall on his lap.

“For the mess,” you whispered in his ear, your body pressed close to his. “And a little souvenir for you to keep after.”

He nodded, spine straightening as you planted a kiss just beneath his earlobe. You held his gaze as you spat in the palm of your hand and reached down to curl your fingers around his shaft. His hips immediately bucked into your grip, and you heard him suck in a breath.

“Love, hmm?” He cleared his throat. “You want to know what makes me tick?”

“Absolutely,” you purred, hand moving up and down slowly, wrist flicking slightly when you reached the tip. “Though I may already have a few ideas...”

As much as you wanted to tease him, elongating his pleasure, you didn’t have much time to spare. Your faces were close together, but you fought off the urge to kiss him. His breathing became more labored as your hand continued its rhythmic movements, the heady scent of you – and of your arousal – enveloping him.

He’d had his fantasies about you on many late nights, but your actual touch was another thing entirely, better than what he could have imagined. And knowing he was affecting you in the same way… the chain of his handcuff rattled against the table a little as he strained, trying his hardest not to touch you back. He would want you to be loud, anyway, and that was not an option there.

“W-well, I certainly like to be surprised,” he said haltingly. “And I admire boldness. But to love in itself is a bold a-action, wouldn’t you agree?

“I wouldn’t know much about that,” you said, slicking his pre-cum around the head of his cock with your thumb. “But I do know how to be a lover.”

The light graze of your teeth on his earlobe made his body jerk, his cock pulsing in your hand. You picked up the pace, his chest heaving as his hips almost involuntarily rocked to meet each stroke. Your lips moved to his jaw and down to his neck, and you listened to him babble about something else, trying to fill in the silence. 

Your attention was on his body’s reactions and you could tell he was dangerously close to the edge.  You silently warned him not to stop talking as his cock began to twitch, and you had only seconds before you quickly had to cover your hand with your discarded panties. He bit his bottom lip as he spilled all over the fabric, little noises of pleasure stuck in his throat, one hand gripping your arm. 

You smiled against his skin, lavishing his neck with some more attention as he faintly sighed your name. And when he was done riding out his high, you turned his face towards you and planted a small kiss on his lips as if to reward him. 

He was panting, still lost in the dizzying aftershocks of his orgasm, but you helped clean him up some and zipped his jumpsuit back up, your panties still hidden within. You glanced down at your watch, seeing you only had twenty minutes left. 

You slipped back to your side of the table as if nothing was amiss, but the devious glint in your eyes was undeniable. He was lost and he knew it, already wanting – no, needing – more. So much more. Luckily, it was as you had said; He’d always been good at getting what he wanted.

“I’ve had a really good time tonight, Hannibal,” you sighed contentedly, already aware you would be carrying this with you for the rest of the night. “You sure are good company.”

“As are you,” he said, his voice calmer, though something was lurking underneath. “Perhaps… we might arrange for it to happen soon.”

A thrill danced over your skin at the prospect of it. “Perhaps. Only if you’re on your best behavior.”

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Hi!! I have been a lurker for a while and now I am feeling brave enough to request!

Can you do a headcanon for the reader being Hannibal’s assistant? Will and Hannibal both are interested in the reader 👀

shout out for all the silent lurkers and avid likers, all inspiring asks and lovely followers! we’ve hit 500 likes! thanks a lot, you can expect so much more pieces in the coming time. this is an excellent idea, i got to work as soon as i read your message, hope you enjoy it as much as i did, have a great day! <3

pairing: hannibal x gn!reader, will graham x gn!reader

warnings: mention of mental illness, obsessive behaviour

you came to know hannibal while working night shifts at baltimore hospital

you were supporting your family through a rough time and nights just payed better

it was rather depressing: nurses were catching naps and doctors counting minutes to the end of work day (or rather work night)

and there was you: giving out coffees and words of encouragement, always happy to help

it would take a keen observer to notice how miserable in fact you were

abnormal amount of pills and concealer in your desk, the faces you made when seemingly no one was watching

towards him you were perfectly professional yet warm, greeting him with smiling eyes and polite nod

he wanted to help you get out of here, find a place for you to get better

so when months later hannibal was setting up his own practice, he immediately thought of you

you seemed like a perfect candidate for an assistant: organised, punctual and your presence was warm and comforting

this was the quickest job interview

when you picked up the phone and heard lecter’s voice, surprised would be an understatement

he was a man of a few words and you could count the times you spoke to him on the fingers of one hand

yet you were touched by the offer and accepted it the same day

the hours were much better and wage way beyond your qualifications, but you were just happy to quit your crappy job at the hospital

this time hannibal was the one greeting you with hot coffee in the morning and if the sessions extended into the evening, you would drink tea together

of course, the job had also its downsides

offering smiles to troubled souls, often comforting them after an especially rough meeting

one time a guy stormed off from the office, yelling insults left and right

you tried calming him down, it wasn’t the first time it happened, but all efforts seemed to angry him even more

he was getting dangerously close, threatening to kill you, when hannibal punched him in the face and shut the door in his face

“i assure you, he won’t step his foot here ever again”

still shaky, you hugged him tightly

that’s when he promised himself to keep you safe

soon many patients started to disappear, filling your days with long conversations with hannibal

the only person he paid attention to besides you was will graham, a detective and hannibal’s patient

not long after you three became inseparable

eating meals together became a daily routine, hannibal insisted on gifting you dresses every time he was having guests

when the host was entertaining the crowd, will kept you company

you were both outsiders and having him by your side was warm, comforting

he would always joke about running away from the party together

eventually hannibal would break you away, scolding will for denying others the pleasure of your company

by “others” he meant himself

he hated the way you looked at the other man, how he clasped your hand sneaking off from the party

the soirées always ended with an elaborate toast, during which he never broke eye contact with you, making you feel like the star of the evening

will was fuming inside but kept smiling till it was time to walk you home

they insisted you needed both of them just in case something would happen

they never let you out of their sight

just in case, you know

[issamhysa]

Énouement

Pairing: Will Graham x Reader

Summary: After the fall, Will believed he would never recover. Time proves him wrong.

Warnings: Rowdy girls, fluffy situations, dad Will Graham, and obviously, SPOILERS!

A/N: Ah, hyperfixation.

Five years. It had been five years since Will left his old life behind. The FBI, Jack Crawford, and Hannibal Lecter were now but fleeting memories he no longer acknowledged. Memories he swore he would never allow to hurt him again.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself. And you.

He knew you trusted him enough to believe him. You had known Will when he found himself at his lowest point. Back when he was in therapy with Hannibal Lecter, coming to you at three in the morning after a nightmare and forcing himself to strain his empathic abilities for the sake of Jack Crawford. You knew about the atrocious acts Hannibal coerced Will into doing. You knew about Garrett Jacob Hobbs, Randall Tier, and Francis Dolarhyde. You knew about what had happened between him and Alana, and you knew about Margot and Mason. He had told you everything.

And despite it all, the nurses and doctors told him you refused to leave his side when they found him after the fall.

The two of you had only been going out casually back at the time, although, later into the relationship, you confessed you weren’t sure if Will loved you as you did him. It took months of recovery with you by his side for him to finally come around and admit how he truly felt about you. 

You and Will decided to leave Wolf Trap. He left everything, took the dogs and moved as far away from his haunted past as he could. Months later, he married you in Switzerland.

It wasn't a big wedding, it didn’t need to be. Your wedding consisted of a few of your closest family members, Alana Bloom, Margot Verger, and their son, Morgan. They were the only people Will allowed back into his life after everything had happened, and so they became part of your little family.

You and Will had never planned on having children. Of course, you talked about it and you both agreed that it could be something you would both want eventually. But after seeing how Will interacted with Alana's son Morgan, you did find yourself wanting to see Will interact with a child of his own. A couple of years later, you had two beautiful girls.

Now, Will found himself sitting outside in the backyard on an embroidered quilt with your head on his lap and your feet flat against the soft green grass. The sun shone brightly upon the both of you, and Will inhaled the fresh air before exhaling in a contented sigh. His toes dug into the dirt under his feet, and his hands worked on slowly feeding you wild strawberries he and the girls had picked in the morning. Will watched you turn your head away from the kalimba between your hands and towards the woods. Upon seeing the smile on your face, his eyes turned to gaze at the sight before him. The smile that spread through his lips was a prideful one.

The oldest of your daughters, Thora, was chasing the little one, Cashmere, all over the edge of the woods, a toad held between her delicate little hands. Their favorite sundresses were stained with mud at the bottom, as were their bare feet. Wildflowers, twigs, and green leaves decorated their wild curly hair, courtesy of Will’s own genes. Their eyes were bright as they ran around, screaming and giggling in pure joy. Will's dogs chased after them, tails wagging faster than Will had ever seen them wag. They barked at the running girls, who paused to pet them with muddied hands. Ever so loyal, Winston sat by Will, watching over the girls as they ran around and played. Will scratched behind his ear gently, causing Winston’s paw to thump almost rhythmically against the dirt.

Never in a million years did Will Graham imagine this is how his life would turn out.

Will couldn’t help but chuckle fondly at the thought before turning to look down at you. He found you smiling up at him, and for a second, Will was awestruck. Your smile was one of the things he loved most about you. Something that never failed to make him stop and wonder how the hell he got so lucky to have you. 

He leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. As usual, your lips tasted of the sweetness he became addicted to from the moment you shared your first kiss on that stormy night in Wolf Trap. Reluctantly, he pulled away, his thumb gently brushing a fleck of dirt off your cheek. 

The girls returned to the two of you, panting and grinning and holding something behind their backs. They shared a look and brought their hands forward, holding two daisy chains. 

“What’s this?” You asked, setting your kalimba down and sitting up straight to look at the girls, who giggled with glee and plopped a daisy chain on his head and yours.

“Flower crowns! One for mommy, and one for daddy! Now, you can be the king and the queen of our kingdom! Right, Mere?” 

“Uh-huh! King and queen!” The little one nodded her head wildly, her little cheeks flushed from exertion.

You smiled, “Thank you, little loves. These are beautiful crowns, aren’t they, Will?” You looked at him, the flower crown sitting at an angle on your head.

Will’s smile softened as he cupped his daughters' cheeks, leaving soft kisses on their foreheads. “Fit for a king and a queen. Thank you, my little princesses,” he answered, gently tucking a strand of hair away from Cashmere's little face.

“Now,” you spoke up. “Go wash up, it’s almost time for dinner, and we’re making your favorite tonight, Thora.” 

The girls lit up, bouncing on their heels, and clapping their hands together. Cashmere even started spinning around, which rendered her a little dizzy, as she stumbled for a second. Will had to reach out and grab her to keep her from falling.

“It’s spaghetti night!” Thora cheered, her blue eyes wide. “Wait, can we have dessert tonight, too?”

“Dessert! Dessert!” Cashmere squealed, hearing her sister’s question and looking at you expectantly.

“Hmm, well, I do have a black forest cake sitting in the kitchen! You best wash up before Winston finds it and gobbles it up!”

While Winston tilted his head in confusion at the mention of his name, the girls squealed with delight, and after taking Cashmere’s little hand in her own, Thora bolted towards the shore to wash the mud off her hands and feet.

He was lucky, oh so lucky to have ended up with you and his gorgeous girls. They had your curiosity, your stubbornness, but they had his wit and cleverness. They were perfect, and Will had you to thank for that.

Will wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and connecting his lips to yours. He almost shivered when your arms wrapped themselves around his neck to deepen the kiss. After the two of you pulled away, you pressed your forehead to his and nudged his nose with yours, making him chuckle.

“I love you, Y/N. Thank you for giving me my life back,” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose.

You smiled in return, brushing a curl away from his eyes and holding a hand under his chin. “You did that yourself, Will. But I love you, too, and I’m glad I was here to help.”

As the two of you pulled apart, Thora and Cashmere bounded back towards the both of you. You grabbed Cashmere and tugged her onto your lap, and Will wrapped his arms tight around Thora, tickling her and reveling in the sound of her sweet laughter. Next to him, you were peppering Cashmere’s face with kisses, causing her to squeal and laugh as well.

At that moment, Will suddenly wished he could go back in time. He wished he could look down on his old self and tell him that everything he’d go through, all the pain he’d be forced to endure would lead him to the woman of his dreams, to two beautiful girls that made him feel as though the world was brighter than it had ever been. 

To the life he had never expected he would have, but would never let go of.

[the-avengers-ate-my-tongue]

I’ll Be Ready

Summary: You’re tired of living with the ghost of Hannibal Lecter between you and Will after the infamous cannibal killed Abigail Hobbs and almost killed Alana and him, disappearing afterwards. Will sees some of the darkness he brought in you, and he couldn't help to think maybe it's his fault.

 Pairing: Will Graham x reader

 Warnings: angst, pregnant!Reader

 Word count: 2375

I entered the kitchen, my baby bump heavy as an anvil. I held the bottom of the bump while I poured myself some coffee with the other hand, breathing hard. It wasn't far, now. Two more weeks. Two more weeks to see the apple of my eye, the little person I already loved the most. It was a strong connection, so strong it scared me sometimes, to love someone I hadn't even seen yet. I carefully drank a few sips of the strong, black and hot liquid, moaning low in pleasure. Damn, good coffee. Will makes the best coffee. Strong, tasteful. Just as I liked. 

He was sitting in his armchair, his eyes blank while he drank his coffee. I sighed, walking to the living room and avoiding the dogs so I wouldn't step in any of them since I could barely see the floor because of the bump. 

“A penny for your thoughts?” I asked, bringing him back of his reverie, sitting at the arm of the armchair. He caressed my bump, still a little drifted away. 

I knew what he was thinking about. He had that look on his face. The blank, empty look that made shivers bite the back of my neck.

He was thinking about Hannibal Lecter.

“Will…” I lifted his chin with my finger so he could stare at me. Every time I realized the glow in his eyes no longer existed, that made me want to cry. His eyes seemed opaque, cold. “Please, stop thinking about him. You promised you would let him go. We can't live our lives with the ghost of Hannibal Lecter among us.”

There were no words to define and describe how much I hated Hannibal Lecter. How much I loathed him for what he put Will through in the last months, the prison, the trials. How it hurt to see Will behind those bars as if he was some cold-blooded murderer. In addition of all that, Hannibal killed Abigail Hobbs and almost killed him and Alana. I almost had a miscarriage when I found out, and all because of him. All because of that monster. Will took a lot of time to recover, could barely enjoy the pregnancy. Every time I thought about that man near my daughter, I felt so much ire that my face would turn hot and bright red, I would close my hands so hard my nails would hurt my palms and I just didn't feel like myself. That was the most animalistic feeling I've ever experienced in my whole life, and I… Truth is, I wanted Hannibal Lecter gone. Because he wasn't gone yet. Not with Will keeping him present with his thoughts. I could feel his presence, a black aura making the air cold and heavy. Sometimes when I was alone in my room and thought about Lecter coming back to hurt us, I would gasp for air, I would try to cry, but I couldn't bring up any tears. I didn't cry anymore. Something in me was different. Something broke that night Will almost died. I wouldn't let that monster near my baby. Ever.

Will seemed surprised, and looked at me, trying to read my face. Currently, every time he would try to read me he showed this confused and sad look on his eyes, but soon tried to hide it, like I was a damaged doll that could never be mended. That would break my heart even more. To think I was so damaged I was beyond repair. 

“You know I couldn't do that even if I wanted to” Will said in a husky voice, avoiding my eyes. “I feel like… I'm Janus and Hannibal is my other face. He's my past, my present…”

He stopped talking, and I felt my mouth dry. I couldn't believe it.

“And your future?” I asked abruptly, getting up and standing in front of him “Is that what you want to say to me? He's your future?”

He didn't answer, clenching his jaw. I covered my face with my hands for a few seconds, and he might have thought I was crying, but I started to laugh. A creepy, cold laugh that made my chest vibrate.

“I have to find him, Y/n. It's up to me. I have to end this.”

“What do you have to end, Will? Him? Or us?” I felt my nails hurting inside my hands again, but I didn't stop pushing them. “It's what you've always wanted. Him. You've always wanted to go with him.”

“You don't understand. No one does.” He replied, his eyes staring at the floor. 

“You better have the guts to look me in the eyes while you say you're leaving me to play serial killer with that, that… That thing.” I snorted, pulling my hair back. Will slowly raised his eyes to look at me, as if he had all the time in the world to do so. He got off the armchair, staring at me, so close he could kiss me. I could feel his breath touching my mouth, but I didn't back down, I kept staring at him. I felt hurt. Betrayed. And I wanted him to see that. All that heartache. How much it was tearing me apart. I felt the baby move in my bump; certainly, she was feeling something was wrong. I took his hand, putting in my bump so he could feel it. 

“If you leave, Will… If you leave to find that monster, I assure you, you will never see us again. And if somehow you find us, if you bring that thing with you, if you dare to put my daughter at risk… I will…”

I couldn't say the words. I knew I was crossing a line that had no point of return. I could see in his eyes he was heartbroken as well, all the coldness vanishing. 

“What are you going to do, Y/n?” He held my shoulders, his touch so soft I sighed. “What?”

I clenched my jaw, staring so deep in his eyes he might had thought I was staring at his soul. 

“I will kill him. If you bring that monster near my daughter, I will kill him and whoever dares to try to stop me. Because I won't allow him to hurt anyone I love anymore. You want to go after him, follow him like a pet?” I practically spitted the last word in a sarcastic tone “Be my guest. Leaving us is your choice. But I'll be gone, Will. I'll disappear from the face of the earth. You will never see us again. And I will repeat, if in any case you find us, and you bring that thing near my daughter, I'll bring hell to him. I'll do what you couldn't, what Jack couldn't, what Alana couldn't. I will kill him.”

I felt my lips retracted, showing my teeth in a savage look. And at that moment, I knew he could see it. The void. The rage. The black spot Hannibal left in me. He thought he could keep me away from all that darkness, but it found a home in me as well. I knew I would do anything in my power to protect my child, and he knew that too, now. 

“I love you, Will. Madly. Deeply. But I can't watch you destroy yourself. I won't. I won't allow that darkness to steal my baby's innocence. She will know only kindness and protection. Always. As much as I can provide her.” My voice was cracking as I said those words, knowing they wouldn't make him stay. Will's eyes were filled with tears.

“I can't give you what you need right now, Y/n. There isn't much left for me to reach.” He kissed my forehead, stepping away from me. I knew he didn't love me enough to stay. And that hurt more than anything at that moment.

An excruciating pain in my womb made me curve my body, holding my bump. Shit. 

“Y/n?” Will helped me, holding me by the waist. I stepped away, getting rid of his touch, touching the wall to sustain myself. I started to breathe hard. It wasn't the time yet! I still had two more weeks.

“It's the baby.” I said, holding the bottom of my bump. The pain stopped for a few seconds, coming back in a moment seeming to be even worse. I growled, clenching my teeth “The baby is coming. The baby.”

Will didn't even hesitated, taking the car keys from the table. My suitcase was already packed for the hospital, so I just put it in the car, waiting for him. I was wearing a dress, thank God, and he went inside to grab me a coat.

One more wave of pain, and this time, I felt a warm liquid run through my legs. I cursed in a low voice as Will left the house, closing the door with my coat in his shoulder. 

“Hurry, I think my water just broke” I said. “We might need a towel or something so I won't mess the car up.”

He stopped walking when he looked down my legs, his eyes wide. 

“No time for that, Y/n. You're bleeding.” He rushed me to get inside the car, and I felt my heart skip a few beats. No. No, please God, don't let me lose my baby. I tried to stay calm because I knew it would be worse for her if I didn't but, after a long time, I felt my eyes wet. I closed them for a few seconds, and tears wet my face.

Will drove like the wind, and after a few minutes, we were almost there. I was still bleeding, it wasn't much, mostly a pink color in the amniotic fluid, but I was desperate. I tried to hold my breath so Will wouldn't realize I was crying, hiding my face while I stared at the window, but he knew. He always knew. 

“Everything will be fine” He tried to calm me down, holding my hand. I pulled mine away, turning to face him.

“If something happens to her, I will never forgive you” I replied with coldness in my voice, cleaning my face with my hands. He didn't answer, but I saw how much it hurt him.

Finally, we arrived, and we rushed to the reception desk. A nurse sat me in a wheelchair, and I was directly to the labor room.

Xx

I was thrilled. Five days passed since the meaning of my life had changed entirely. She was a healthy baby girl and, despite the bleeding I had, everything went relatively well. We just had to stay a few more days in observation, because I've had preeclampsia and had a cesarean. I was breastfeeding her, looking at those dark blue eyes, her daddy's eyes. She looked so much like him. 

Will didn't leave me for a minute. He was there from the moment I went in labor, until he saw her for the first time. His eyes glowed, and suddenly, just for a moment, he looked like the man he used to be before Hannibal Lecter. The man I loved. He stared at us in awe, making me feel like a madonna with her baby. 

The phone rang. Will got up to answer it, allowing the call. 

“Who is it?” I inquired, seeing his smile disappear. I felt like I was being punched in the stomach. That face. Would he dare?

I quickly gave the baby to the nurse, getting up the bed with enough care to avoid breaking my stitches. 

“Give me the phone.” I practically commanded, taking advantage of the element of surprise, pulling the phone from his hand. “Of course you had the nerve to reach us in a happy moment like this. You're used to misery and you want to make everyone as miserable as you can.”

“Ah, Y/n. I wanted to congratulate both of you. A baby is always a blessing” I realized how much his voice tone had changed, simply because he didn't had to pretend anymore. He sounded malicious, cold. That was the real Hannibal Lecter. How the fuck did he know? My mouth felt dry all of a sudden. “I've sent a gift for her. I'm sure it will arrive in no time.”

“A gift?” I practically yelled, holding the phone so hard my fingers started to hurt “We don't want anything from you, Hannibal. We want you to leave us alone. We want you to disappear for real. That's all we want.”

“Ah, Y/n. That's very rude.” He said in a cynical voice, making me blush in anger. “How is Will? You barely let me speak to him. He's always in my thoughts, you know. Such as all of you.”

“He's fine. We're all fine. Living our lives without you to feed on our anguishes and torments.”

“Tell me, Y/n. Are you nursering your little one yourself?” He asked calmly. I was took by surprise, my face turning pale.

“Excuse me?”

“Amputate a man's leg and he can still feel it tickling. Tell me, Y/n, if someday your little girl disappears, where will it tickle you?”

My eyes filled with tears, and I felt like something was pressuring my chest. For a few seconds, I couldn't breathe, but my voice was still cold, even though it trembled a little.

“If you ever come near my daughter, you'll regret it. I assure you, Lecter. I'll make sure you never harm anyone else again. If I see you again, be sure, I will kill you.” I replied, the tears wetting my face.

“Y/n. How pleasant to see how I've changed you. We will meet again. Be sure of that.” The line turned mute.

I kept holding the phone, a little shocked from what I just heard. Will took it off my hand, hugging me and kissing my forehead. I hugged him back, hiding my face in his chest. I felt protected, despite everything. 

“You shouldn't have said those things. He won't forgive it, and certainly won't forget.” He said, caressing my hair.

“Let him come.” I replied, my voice tone cold and empty. “I'll be ready.”

[salemwolfgang]

All Dressed In White

Request: “Could you do a Hannibal (movie) x reader where she worked in the hospital and he becomes obsessed with her? Like drawing her etc and when he escapes, he stalks her? With a lil smut”

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x Nurse!Reader

Warnings: Obsession, Smut, and Stalking

A/N: [NOT EDITED] If you like this story then I’d recommend my other story Song Bird and Lone Bird it’s a two part series :)

Ever since you signed your name on the dotted lines and been hired at the Baltimore Hospital, your life had changed in a way you never thought possible. Firstly, you were instructed to only take care of a select few patients, which you didn’t mind, unlike the others. Second, after weeks spent getting to know your patients as much as you legally were allowed to, the hospital changed your shift and moved you to have only one patient. Third, the hospital never told you who your new patient was, only that you would have one rather than seven like last time.

At first you were confused. Was it something you did? Did you, perhaps, know too much about your patients? Or maybe this was a good thing. Maybe you’d get a raise and you did. It was quite high, almost double your last pay. Shortly after, you discovered why they gave you such a high raise; rather than dealing with a “normal” patient who had schitsorpherinia or insomnia, you were now told to deal with a murder. Hannibal Lecter. to be more specific.

A shiver ran down your spine when you first met the infamous Dr. Lecter. He stared at you and made remarks about how you looked or what he thought of you. No thought was kept to himself. Every word caused your body to grow stiff and your breath to catch in your throat. 

This went on for weeks.

Eventually you found yourself becoming adjusted to his ways. You had gotten so used to them you no longer flinched when he talked about the way your skin would taste or when he’d lunge at the bars and call you names to frighten you. None of it scared you s much and this just made him like you more. He even began to draw you on your visits to him. 

Upon seeing the changes in his behavior, the guards saw no need to stay whenever you showed. They knew Hannibal no longer threatened you the way he used to. They also knew you weren’t as afraid as before. Sure, some things still got to you but you didn't run out in fear or stand completely still. You simply just walked out now with your hand over your heart and a quickness in your breathing.

This was a mistake.

One slip up. That’s all it took and today, it happened. You called off from work due to your lack of sleep last night and your uneasy stomach. Thinking you had the flu, the hospital understood and told you to stay home. They said they would have a substitute come in for you and that was that. 

The guards were not told of this and mistakenly left their positions, thinking you would be there to show up for Hannibal. When they retuned you were not waiting by the door to be let out like normal. Rather there was no one there at all but someone had open the door. When the walked into the room there was no other word to describe the scene before them. Blood... blood was everywhere. The poor nurse told to give Hannibal his food and pills was found mutilated in his cell.

Hannibal had escaped. And he was hungry.

Somehow, someway Hannibal had gotten to the front desk where all the files the doctors and nurses were kept. He got into your file. He had your address. He left.

You sat calmly flipping through tv channels trying to find one to use as background noise. You planned on reading book then going up to bed so you could try and get some more sleep. After finding nothing suitable, you turned the tv off and just decided too just read in silence. Everything was going well, your book was finally getting to a good part but suddenly you heard a knock at the door. 

Turning your head you saw a silhouette of someone, possibly a man, standing in front of your door. Slowly you got up and wrapped your sleeping robe tighter around your body only covered in a silk nightgown. Once at the door you looked through the peephole and fell back upon seeing who it was. 

Hannibal was at you door.

He was bloody and held a smile on his face. He looked as if he was a married man returning home to his wife. The way he stood made it seem as if this was a normal occurrence for him.

“Honey. I know you’re in there. Why don’t you open the door for me? Let me in.” He paused and you could see him slowly walk over to your window. “It’s awfully cold out here. Let me in before I freeze to death.”

His words terrorized you. So many thoughts ran through your mind. If you let him in he’d kill you but if you didn’t he’d get mad and would break in anyway. He could kill you either way. You found that your only solution was to let him in and play into whatever fantasy he wanted. If you went along with what he wanted, the police would find out where he was and could get to you before he did anything. 

Slowly you made your way to the door. Each step cautious and each breath slow and uneven. As you opened the door and took in the full sight that was Hannibal, he noted one thing about your appearance. Your fear was obvious but he said nothing and just smiled.

“Wow, you look just like a wife in waiting. You’re even all dressed in white just for me.” You couldn’t help the shiver that waved through your body.

You backed away from the entrance and hesitantly opened the door allowing him access to your home. He happily took it and walked in without care. Almost as if he owned the place and was returning. Hannibal took a look around the room and then to you.

He walked to you and grabbed your hand. You tried not to flinch at the feeling of the wet blood on his hands. He smiled when you held onto his hand. “Come my darling. I would like to shower with my wife. After all I’ve had such an oily long day and would just love to wash up with you.”

You simply nodded your head. 

Hannibal pulled you along your home and to your bathroom. You were scared on how he knew where it was but said nothing. He must’ve been watching you for a while if he knew where it was. 

When he opened the door he released your hand and went over to turn the shower on. You stood there and watched as he did it all with ease. When he found the shower to be at a suitable temperature he then moved over to you and smiled.

“Now let’s get undressed dear.” He whispered to you.

You found yourself blushing in embarrassment. For some odd reason you were no longer scared but shy. You didn’t know why but you just couldn’t find out what changed in you. You no longer saw him as a blood soaked murder and you a captive. At this moment you were a blushing school girl and a flirty stranger.

“Come now, don’t be shy.” Hannibal smirked at you. “Here I’ll go first.”

He slowly stripped himself of his clothes and then reached his hands out to you. You couldn’t find it in yourself too top him and just allowed him to touch your body like this. All of your common sense flew out the window and your natural instincts along with it. You were now being controlled by something deep and carnal.

“There we go.” He said as he finally undressed you. 

You once again allowed him to guide you into the shower with him. For a moment you stood there and watch him. You watched the blood flow off of him and down his body. You watched him as he watched you. You held eye contact with your captive.

Then he kissed you.

You didn’t push him away like every fiber in your being told you. You didn’t try and run like your fight or flight response urged for. You instead opened your mouth and kissed back. You knew it was wrong. All of this was but you wanted his touch so bad. 

He grabbed a hold of your hips and pulled you against him until your chest pressed against his tightly. He didn’t pull away for a few seconds but when he did it left you gasping for air and wanting more. Rather than giving you what he knew you wanted, he trailed kisses along you neck and down to your collar bone where he harshly bit down and sucked.

You whined in pain but stopped when he pulled back to lick the wound. This was him marking you, tasting you, just like he said he would. The bite was expected what wasn’t has how soft he glided his tongue along the mark. He pulled back you to look at you and then pushed you softly against the tile wall of the shower.

Slowly he lifted one leg up and set it on the side where the tub lifted to form a bowl. His handed glided down from your waist to your heated entrance. If you weren’t in the shower he would be able to feel how truly wet you were. You blushed more, if possible, at the feeling of his hand over you.

Slowly he inserted one finger into your entrance and you moaned loudly. You hand’t been touched in so long and it caused you to be so sensitive to touch. While your mouth was still opened Hannibal leaned in and kissed you once more. Your tongues moved against one another. Each moan caused by the movement of his finger was blocked out by his mouth.

He added in another finger and the started to rub his thumb against your clit. This sent sparks up to your stomach and you felt it coil inside of you. He rubbed in circular motions and then up and down. Each brush of his thumb sent another wave of pleasure through your body. 

Suddenly it stopped and you whined out at the loss. Before you could ask why you felt something much larger near your entrance. And with one thrust he entered you. He pulled his mouth away from yours and aloud you to make as much noise as you pleased. 

He continually thrusted into you, some came with a pattern others spastic and fats. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten more and more until finally when he added the thumb back to your clit. 

“Hann... Hannibal... I’m gonna.. ahh cum!” You practically screamed out the last words as your orgasm came flooding through you.

“I’m... close as well... darling... ah ahh.” He thrust twice and then pulled out and came on your body. 

You fell against him as your legs were to shaky to support your weight. Hannibal washed the two of you off and once you were dry; he then carried you out of the bathroom. Both of you wore nothing but a towel rapped loosely around your bodies. You couldn’t find it within yourself to app your eyes open and fell asleep once he laid you on your bed.

You felt the bed dip and a hand caress your face softly before rubbing the bite on your collar bone. “Such a good lamb.” You heard him whisper. Something about the tone made your brain quiet down and finally you fell asleep.

When you awoke the next morning you found your house empty and a note on the living room table. It said only one sentence and though you din’t fully understand it, something within you knew what it meant.

“I’ll be back for you, my darling; when I return please do wear all white again.”