#hannibal + vampire reader

[legallygemini]

[softieekayy]

In the dark of the Night

Hannibal x vampire!reader

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: the reader is characterized with having a mole under her left/right eye and brown/black hair. (She also comes from greek origins and I sincerely hope I don’t offend anyone.) reblogs and comments are always appreciated 🧸

Biologically, vampires were impossible. Their immortality and survival on blood didn’t make any sense, in the scientific and medical sense. At least that’s what Hannibal Lecter believed for the majority of his life. Until he stumbled upon one, in the dark of the night where in an alley there stood a creature of the night, blood thirsty, sucking on the neck of a lifeless man.

Hannibal paused, he didn’t know if it was in shock or intrigue, perhaps it was a mix of both. But at this moment, he didn’t care what it was. He was taken so dearly by this bewitching creature. Oftentimes, he wondered what vampires looked like, in his head, they were ugly beings with protruding teeth and rotten grayish flesh from the lack of sun. Not once in his life did Hannibal ever think that they’d be so beautiful. This woman who stood in front of him was bewitching with hair that cascaded beautifully down her back in perfectly done curls and makeup done with perfection and down to the outfit she wore. She was perfection.

“I wonder if I should let you live or die.” The woman in front of Hannibal smirked, snapping him out of his momentarily trace while discarding the corpse as though he was nothing. To her, he was nothing more than a blood bag. Hannibal noticed her fangs, sharp canines that looked nothing out of the normal.

“I believe my death will bring you peace for your secret.” Hannibal responded breathlessly, stil so taken by the beauty in front of him. He watched as she moved fluidly, quick and fast, he observed how the moonlight beamed on her skin making her look ethereal. In a quick moment, she was in front of him, gripping his chin between her fingers as she observed. Hannibal didn’t know why nor did he care why but his breath hitched, not allowing air flow to get to his lungs. He couldn’t breathe but he didn’t care to, if he could die in this moment, he’d die a happy man. Death at the hands of a death Angel.

“I can hear your heart, are you scared?” The woman whispered in his ear, giving a slight lick on the shell of his ear as she huffed out a small laugh.

She pulled back, watching him curiously.

Something about him drew her to him. She didn’t want to kill him. However, her soul was drawn to his, something that she could tell was as old as she was. Older than life itself.

“Do as you please.” Hannibal whispered, closing his eyes, awaiting his death. Upon feeling nothing, Hannibal was confused, he wondered why she didn’t kill him. He opened his eyes, eyes that were the colour of rum and a slight tinge of maroon, eyes that held warmth hurried deep within. The woman in front of him was observing him, similar to a cat observing its prey, her blood stained mouth pulled into a slight frown.

She took one step forward, sauntering like a cat and in a moment, before Hannibal had known what happened, she stood next to his ear, whispering “Find me when you have time, we need to have a long chat.” Before leaving a small kiss on his jaw, leaving behind a red lipstick print, the only thing he’d have to hold on to for a long while.

Time passed quickly and before Hannibal knew, it had been decades since he’d seen the beautiful beast in that dark alley. He was a young boy then but a grown man now and somewhere deep in his soul, he missed her. He didn’t understand why and he won’t for a while, fate has decided to play a cruel game on him. He still remembers the inquisitive look that she held in her eyes and the way the moonlight made her look like an angel from the highest of heavens.

Even as he stood now, in the dark street, his face being lit by the moon, he thought of her.

His eyes were closed and his head tilted up, as if he was long awaiting death. She thought he looked like a fallen angel, craving for the touch of heaven again. Unbeknownst to him, the immortal beauty had been keeping up on him. She watched him grow from a 20 year old boy in medical school to the man he was now. A beautiful man with the appetite for something so dark.

“Hmm, you look as delectable as the night I met you.” She hummed, voicing her thoughts. Hannibal snapped his eyes open, looking towards her direction, bewilderment coating his face. Calling her a young woman would be quite the irony for she was as old as time itself.

She sauntered forward like a fox, her black lace skirt flowing down her legs seamlessly, lips stretching into a foxy smile with fangs protruding onto wine red lips. Even at night she dressed like a beauty and Hannibal could not stop staring at her, his soul wanted her, no, it craved her.

“You’ve developed quite the palette, love. A very interesting one at that.” She told him, leaning against the wall, a respectable distance still between them.

“You told me that we’d talk when I find you, it seems that you’ve found me instead.” Hannibal mused, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“It seems that I did.” She smiled up at Hannibal and he smiled in return. He may not know her in this lifetime, but their souls are well versed, knowing every inch of one another. The two walked forward to each other, two hunters coming together for the hunt of a lifetime.

“I believe we can have that talk now.” She told Hannibal, her lips almost brushing his own as their noses touched. Hannibal hummed in slight agreement.

“I believe that we can do the talking later.” He told her before kissing her, his lips twisting with hers in a passion that cannot be recreated. His hand gripping the back of her neck as her hands gripped Hannibal’s shirt, in an almost desperate manner.

She pulled back, giving Hannibal the chance to catch his breath, she didn’t need to breathe.

“Oh my dearest heart, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” The young woman told him, laughing a little when Hannibal pulled her close to his chest, resting his cheek on her head laughing a bit as well.

“So tell me now, why is it that you never killed me back then.” Hannibal asked her, leading her into his home and looking back at her. Despite the way her beautiful eyes glimmered in the warm light, they held a deep sadness within them.

“I’ve lived a long long life, my love.” She told Hannibal, caressing his cheek as she smiled. Hannibal leaned into her touch, wanting more.

“I’m here to listen to your pain.” He told her, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. Her body wasn’t warm, it hasn’t been for over a thousand years. It was cold, like a dead one.

“I was born in 487, in Ancient Greece, during the Hellenistic period, I was a priestess of the great goddess Artemis, a goddess of the hunt. A young woman who was to spend the rest of her days living in the temple of the goddess. Of course, back then I hadn’t known what life would hold for me. I was young and naive, wanting to help anyone who came to the Goddess’ temple.” She told Hannibal, her eyes closed and head tilted back as she reminisced the days of her early youth. Even though it had been over 2,400 years ago, she remembered it clearly.

Hannibal observed her closely, her hair that was once up nearly now lay in curls down her back as one hand held a glass of red wine he had kindly poured for them. Her nails were long and sharp, like claws but nothing out of fashion. She truly looked like a temptress, and maybe, just maybe, many stories of vampires being beautiful stemmed from her.

“There was this one night, it was cold and rainy all day, an indication that a storm was about to come. Many thought that the great god Zeus was upset hence why everyone stayed home that day. Women that came to pray for their daughters didn’t come, pregnant ladies hoping for a safe birth didn’t come and men who prayed for a good hunt did not come.” The old vampire told Hannibal and to him, it seemed like a myth. Her life, her humanity was so long ago that it seemed impossible to Hannibal yet it was. She was living proof of it.

“Yet there was this man who came, seeking shelter in the temple.” Hannibal listened to his companion continue her story.

“A young man in his 30’s I assumed. But he was beautiful, more beautiful than any creature I had ever seen. His hair was long and blonde and he was dressed in the richest of robes. I, being the young lady I was, allowed him in. I trusted him, fed him and gave him shelter from the rain. And he betrayed me.” She told Hannibal, the glass that she had been now shattered as broken shards embedded themselves into her skin.

Quickly Hannibal took her hand, eyeing for any injuries yet finding none.

“Are you hurt, my dear.” He asked her and she simply pulled her hand away before shaking her head no.

“What happened? What did this man do to you?” The older man asked her, running his hands through his slowly graying hair, worried about what she might say next.

“He betrayed me. That night, after feeding him and giving him a place to sleep, I went to pray to the goddess, to pray for the safety of my community and the children and for the families to never starve. I was just setting up her altar after praying when he attacked me. A growling creature with teeth as sharp as a sword and glowing red eyes, he turned to me and smiled and said “you’re a stupid little lamb aren’t you. Letting strangers you don’t know into your sanctuary.” Those words were the last I heard before searing pain and finally, darkness.” She sighed deeply, as if she had just breathed out the pain she held in her heart.

Hannibal felt pain for her and the way her life ended. She may be alive but she’s a walking corpse, she doesn’t breathe nor does she sleep. She’s not warm and she’s not alive. There’s no beating heart in her body.

“What about your family?” Hannibal asked her, making her smile slightly and look up at him, she stood up and walked over to him, running her hand through his hair and Hannibal leaned into her touch like a cat.

“I believe they simply thought I died in the storm, and I believed that it was best for them to believe that. My sister went on to have kids and so did my brother. However, my mother and father never really moved on from losing me.” The old vampire told Hannibal, and he nodded, understanding her reasoning for not going back.

“Come my love, you have work tomorrow and I have things to do.” The brunette told him, leading Hannibal up the stairs to his room and he followed behind her as if in a trance. Once reaching his room, he took out his nightwear and sat it on the dresser as the young woman watched.

“Are you going to leave again?” He asked her, not recognizing the voice that came out of him. He sounded like a small boy asking for someone to stay. He sounded pathetic to himself.

“Only to get my stuff. Unless you’d like me to leave.” The young woman winked towards the end of the sentence and laughed. Hannibal laughed when he came up to her and leaning down to her level, he placed a kiss on her lips and she returned it with just as much passion.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” She told him after pulling back from the kiss, and kissed his cheek.

Their one morning turned into another and another and sooner than later, they moved in momentum. One could not function without the other, a flowing river.

Hanniabl proposing to her wasn’t very secretive, he did it in their kitchen, while she marked work of her students, the pair had decided to settle in Baltimore, Maryland where Hannibal worked as a psychiatrist and his wife as a teacher. She always had a thing for children and teaching. Unfortunately due to her being physically dead, she could not have any children of her own.

“What are your thoughts on marriage?” Hannibal asked her one day, not bothering to look up from the veggies he was cutting. His lover smiled at him, putting her hand under her chin in faux thought, fangs poking her cherry lips.

“I have never really thought of it. I’ve had lovers, yes, I’ve been a mistress and everything in between yet I have never thought of marriage. Why do you ask?” The smile never left her face as her attention was fully directed towards Hannibal. She sat up straight, dark hair cascading down her back in Hollywood curls as she crossed her legs one over the other before pulling up the sleeves of her sweater.

“If you’ve had lovers, you never thought of marriage?” Hannibal questioned, a small hint of laughter in his voice. He looked up at her, hair disheveled from the long day he’d spent with patients.

“They were lovers, not someone I’d consider spending the rest of my life with.” She told Hannibal in a nonchalant tone. Her eyes held warmth when she looked at Hannibal, he noticed the way her body lost its rigid posture around him and the way she let herself become more loose.

“Would you marry me?” Hannibal dropped the question, his breath hitching in his throat while he anticipated her answer. Anything other than a yes would kill him, physically and emotionally.

“Without a doubt.” The dark haired woman told him as she hopped down from her place at the kitchen bar and made her way towards Hannibal. He looked over his shoulder at her, smiling at her.

“If you’d said anything other than a no, I think I would’ve died.” Hannibal told her, standing up to his full height, towering over his lover. He pulled her into his embrace as she rested her hands on his chest, looking up at Hannibal with a love drunk look on her face.

“When should we start planning?” She asked him, elated beyond means yet not letting an ounce of it slip through her voice. Hannibal let out a laugh before bending down to kiss her passionately.

“You can do the planning, I can assure you that money will be no issue.” Hannibal informed her as he went back to continuing their dinner.

“Sweetheart, I've more than enough money to last us for generations. I’ve been alive for so long and many of my lovers have transferred their assets to me as well. So yes, I agree, money will be no issue.” She laughed and Hannibal laughed with her.

It was not long after this dinner that the wedding planning began.

(Y/n) had a famous dressmaker that she had turned into her kind to forever make her dresses. A polish woman by the name of Olg, a fiesty woman. No matter how grumpy she may seem, the older woman had always thought of the brunette as her own daughter ever since she lost her own.

“Olga! It’s good to see you!” The young woman greeted the older lady with a tight hug and a kiss to the cheek. The older one returned the hug before pushing her back to take her in.

“Still the mournful colours you wear. Reds and blacks and grays. I see that nothing has changed.” Olga told (Y/n) with a distasteful tone. The younger one never listened to Olga when she told her to wear more colourful clothes. The only colours she had in her pallet were blue and red.

(Y/n) laughed fondly before hugging the old lady again and dragging her to the car. The ride home was filled with chatter about everything and nothing. Olga pestered the brunette about Hannibal and to know more about him. She was excited, her daughter, not by blood, finally found love within her life. Someone whose eyes light up when she enters the room and the one person who looks at her as if she hung the stars specifically for him.

“Have you thought about wedding dress fabrics?” (Y/n) hummed in thoughts the question. When she was born, it was a plain white fabric wrapped around you. Although she was very fond of the dresses that were worn in the 1800’s. The puffy dress with off the shoulder sleeves, ugh, (y/n) loved them so much. She liked to think that they were the height of fashion, Olga liked to disagree.

The ride home went by faster than the two ladies expected yet they were not disappointed. Olga was happy to be here to judge the groom in person.

“Do you smell that?” (Y/n) sniffed the air, smiling as she straightened out her dress and fixed her hair before bending down to pet Lucius, a fluffy black cat that wandered the grounds of the Lecter home. Olga indeed did smell that, she smelt meat with a tinge of blood and she was absolutely starving.

While the young brunette cooed at the cat who was now spread out on his back, Olga examined her surroundings. The home was nice and modern, it was a large home with a glass front.

“Do you like it?” (Y/n) asked Olga before guiding her into the home. It was just as beautiful on the inside with a blue coded interior.

“Hm, it’s quite nice. However it compares nothing to the estate that one Lord gave you. Madly in love, he was.” Olga reminisced, pointing her finger at the younger woman who laughed boisterously. The younger woman led Olga into the kitchen where Hannibal was just finishing up the dinner.

“Oh hello, my love.” Hannibal perked up at the greeting before turning around to greet his wife to be. (Y/n) kissed him on the jaw and hugged him and he returned the hug.

“Hello Angel.” Hannibal smiled, caressing her cheek before kissing it in greeting. (Y/n) pulled back before walking back to Olga and introducing her.

“Hans, this is Olga, my mother in all but blood.” (Y/n) enthusiastically introduced the older woman who was busy sizing up the tall man. He had charm and was good looking. He could also cook. However, all that mattered was that he loved her daughter and that she loved him.

“It's a great pleasure to finally meet you, (y/n) has spoken greatly of you.” Hannibal smiles at the woman who nods slightly at him in acknowledgement. He gestured for all of them to take a seat and they did, Hannibal sitting at the head of the table with his fiancee on the right and Olga on his left. Dinner was a silent deal, Olga didn’t know how to feel. There were many times in the past where (y/n) had come close to marrying yet never did. She only hoped that this couple would last for eternity and beyond. Olga knew deep down that it will, she could see it in the way they both looked at each other. Hannibal looked at her as if she was the breath of fresh air he’d been looking for his entire life while (Y/n) looked at him as if he was the only thing that she lived for.

Dinner was a silent affair and Hannibal was an excellent cook. After dinner, (y/n) wandered off into her study to mark the remaining work of her students as Olga cornered Hannibal in the kitchen.

“She’s loved men greater than you, many Kings and Lords who were willing to lay their lives down for her beauty.” Olga informed Hannibal who listened intently, trying to ignore the clenching feeling in his heart. He knew that his lover had many before him yet he never felt insecure, not until this moment that is, the words from Olga’s mouth put that into perspective. If great kings and lords were willing to die for her, then who was he to deserve her love?

“Yet she never married any of them.” Hannibal retorted looking up at Olga, maintaining eye contact as some form of dominance.

“No, she almost did though. A man, a lord really. A widowed man, he was. His wife had succumbed to the chills and (Y/n) was new at court, quickly catching the eye of the young lord.

Their love was pure and young, like a freshly bloomed flower. However it did not last unfortunately, the young lord succumbed to a strange illness that (Y/n) would never die from.” Olga told Hannibal who listened closely to a piece of his fiancée’s history. Olga stood leaning against the counter, watching Hannibal, waiting for a reaction.

“Well, that’s unfortunate. However, she has me and I have her, I am not succumbing to any illness soon.” Hannibal smiled at Olga in a sarcastic manner who just smiled back at him, glad that he hadn’t let the jealousy overcome his conscious mind.

“You, my boy, will do just fine.” Olga pat Hannibal on the back and wandered off, leaving the older man to his own thoughts. Hannibal himself wasn’t less than royalty, he was the Count of Castle Lecter in Lithuania, his mother was a descendent of a family that ruled over Milan for 290 years.

He was on par with any king or lord that would die for his wife to be. She was beautiful, perhaps even the most beautiful creature to walk this earth.

Lost in thought while doing the dishes, he didn’t notice his lover walking in. The slight touch of her hand on his back caught Hannibal off guard as he let out a sigh of relief once he saw it was only his lover.

“Are you alright?” She questioned him, a worrisome look on her face as her eyebrows furrowed together, wondering what made him so panicky. Her hand travelled from rubbing his shoulder to caressing his face. Hannibal sighed gently before allowing himself to lean into her touch, cherishing every moment.

“I’m quite alright, dear.” Hannibal told the young brunette in a soft yet tired voice. She muttered a quiet “oh Hannibal,” before encasing him in a hug. Hannibal hugged her tightly, afraid that she was just a dream that his mind had conjured up before burying his face in her neck, allowing himself to breathe in her scent.

(Y/n) pulled back from the hug, bending her neck down to look at Hannibal as a frown overtook her beautiful face. She carded her hands through his hair before they settled on his face.

“How will you tell me what’s wrong?” She asked him gently and Hannibal, just for a brief moment, lost control over himself.

“Olga told me about your past.” Hannibal barely whispered out in a bitter tone. “She told me about the man who you nearly married and the kings and lords who were willing to lay their life down for you.”

“Oh my dear heart, that man was someone I loved years ago. But you, my dear, you are my love now. My star and my moon.” Hannibal relaxed at her words of reassurance, fully pulling away from their embrace.

“Let’s head up to bed now, I’ll start a fresh bath for you. It’ll help you relax.” She smiled at him and patted his cheek before heading upstairs.

Hannibal stole a quick kiss from his girlfriend before going back to doing the dishes. Once he finished, he wiped his wet hands on a towel and removed his apron and hung it on the hook before heading upstairs. Halfway up and he can already smell the scent of jasmine and sandalwood beginning to drift through the air. Hannibal tilts his head up and takes in a deep breath, already feeling a bit relaxed.

“There you are my star.” (Y/n) called out to Hannibal as she got up from the bed. “I’ve been waiting patiently for you, truly had half a mind to go and grab you myself.” She tells him, Hannibal laughs as he makes his way to their bathroom.

Even at the end of the day she looks like an Angel. His beautiful angel, crafted by god just for him. He removes his clothes, putting them in the hamper and then getting into the bath. Sandalwood and Jasmine, the scent that comforted him the most simply because it belonged to his wife. He remembers the first time he saw her, in that alley way, smelling like freshly bloomed jasmine with a hint of sandalwood.

“Take your relaxing bath, I’ll see you in bed.” The young woman told her lover before kissing him on the corner of his lips and strutting into the room. Hannibal relaxed fully now, lowering himself into the extremely hot water. It felt nice to have someone care for him like this. Sometimes he let his mind wander and wonder if this is the type of love Mischa felt when she was being cared for by her elder brother. He missed his sister, his little star in the sky. Now she truly was a part of the sky. Shaking his head, Hannibal closed his eyes and drifted off a short sleep.

Once he woke up, 35 minutes had passed and his body had already pruned. Quickly getting out, he moisturized and put his night suit on. His wife, although they weren’t married legally, was on the bed, reading a book that was centuries old. She was there when it was written, hence her copy is an original.

“I thought you weren’t coming out of that bath today.” She joked, smiling up at him.

“It seems like you made it too relaxing.” Hannibal joked back, poking her side making her laugh. Sweet laughter that sounded like wind chimes. She set her book aside, arranging the pillows so that she laid down properly on them.

“Ready to sleep?” Hannibal asked her, moulding himself around the shape of her body.

“With you? Always.” She tells her husband, moving closer to rest her head on his beating heart, allowing it to lull her to sleep. Hannibal moved his cheek atop her head, breathing in that familiar scent of metallic blood and jasmine, allowing the scents to send him to a dreamless sleep.

The next morning was usual, Hannibal woke up first, made breakfast, woke up his wife and Olga, ate breakfast and then got dressed and headed off to work, he was now consulting with the FBI.

(Y/n)’s routine was the same as well. She ate, came up, got dressed for her teaching job, grabbed her papers and headed off to school.

Olga, well, she didn’t exactly have a job however, she had decided to get a head start on the wedding fabric. She knew that (Y/n) wanted something that was classic and elegant yet also wanted lace. She headed to multiple fabric stores and picked up multiple fabrics, allowing her surrogate daughter to pick one she liked the most. She wouldn’t admit it but Olga was excited, her daughter had happiness once, yet it was snatched straight out of her hands and now, she has a second chance at it with a great man.

The day came and went, by the time she reached home, it was 3pm and two hours later, (Y/n) returned home.

“Olga! What is all of this?” She asked surprised, shutting the door and taking off her gloves and coat, (y/n) put them on the couch and sat beside Olga.

“I brought fabric. The sooner you choose the type, the sooner I can begin the design.” Olga told her. The younger girl looked at Olga for a moment before hugging her tightly and kissing her cheek.

“You shouldn’t have!” She told her once, pulling away from the hug.

“Nonsense child. Now choose your favorite fabric.” And with those words, (y/n) began to finger the fabric and examined them closely. Some were beautiful crème coloured fabrics with a pearl sheen and others were decorated with gold threads and white coloured flowers embroidered. It was simply beautiful. However, the one that truly caught the young woman’s attention was a beautiful ivory coloured fabric with beautiful lace detailing and the fabric was woven with silver, causing it to have a beautiful shine in the sun and light.

“That one is it.” Hannibal called out from the door making his wife jump. She glared at him for a moment before running her hands through her hair. He laughed and shed his coat jacket, sitting next to his wife.

“It's beautiful, isn’t it.” She told him and Hannibal nodded. The fabric truly was one of a kind, however, his wife was more beautiful than any fabric or creature.

“I agree but I think that you’ll make it shine even more.” He tells her, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and kissing her. (Y/n) raised his hand to his cheek, deepening the kiss a bit more.

“So that’s the fabric I assume.” Olga guessed.

“Well then, I’ll get started on the dress.” Olga kissed (y/n) on the cheek and headed to the sun room that was converted into her studio.

4 months passed by and their routine continued. Hannibal and (Y/n) headed off work while Olga worked on the dress, keeping it a secret from the bride. A month later, the dress was ready.

“The flower arrangements are beautiful, aren’t they.” The brunette gushed over the flowers, clutching onto Hannibal’s arm as he agreed. They truly were beautiful. Baby’s breath paired with lilac coloured flowers.

“Have you sent the invitations?” Hannibal asked the wedding planner who nodded. Hannibal nodded in acknowledgement and placed his hand over his wife’s.

“Everything will be perfect, my love.” Hannibal tells her normally, kissing her forehead before muttering a soft “And anyone who messes it up will be our dinner.” (Y/n) smiled at that. They weren’t innocent, Hannibal supplied her blood and the rest ate with her.

Their wedding date was in a week and good lord did that week come fast. At work Hannibal had made good friends with Will Graham and that man was his best man. Hannibal had friends, many friends, yet Will Graham was surprisingly his closest.

“Are you ready?” Will asked Hannibal who looked at him through the mirror.

“To marry her? Any day.” Hannibal replied in confidence, making Will laugh.

“I just went to see her, she looks like a vision come true. Now I see why you call her angel.” Will laughed, running his hands through his unruly curls. Will hadn’t only become friends with Hannibal, he also became friends with his wife. Will reminded (y/n) of her brother, one that she never got to see grow.

“Are you ready?” Maya asked (y/n), straightening her veil before grabbing ahold of her hands.

“Maya, I’ve been waiting over 9 centuries for this, I am ready as I'll ever be.” (Y/n) tells her long time friend, squeezing her hands in confirmation.

“Alright then, let’s get you married.” Maya said, linking their arms together.

Will was right, his wife to be was a beautiful vision. Olga did so wonderfully designing the dress, it was reminiscent of fashion during the Tudor period, with a beautiful ivory bodice decorated with the most beautiful blue and gold birds and flowers, the skirt was simple and trimmed with lace as well as the arms. It was a heavy skirt with multiple layers of fabric. A true Tudor wedding dress. Her hair was done up and a few loose curls framed her face, the makeup suited her well, dark eyes with a dark lip and the finishing touch was a dark blue lace choker, with a pendant depicting the goddess that she once served.

“You are stunning.” Hannibal sighed out in disbelief, still looking at his wife and took her hands in his bigger ones.

The priest officiated the wedding and they said their vows, sealing the ceremony with a kiss.

Maya cried at the Vows while Will teared up a little, praying to whatever god there was to find a love like theirs.

“I’ve waited a thousand years for you, Hannibal. I’ll wait another thousand if it means to have you in my arms.” She tells him, placing her hand on his cheek as he leans into it.

“I’d wait a thousand years to feel your touch and your love again, my beautiful, beautiful wife.” Hannibal tells her, tilting her chin up before kissing her again. They are finally married now, after centuries (Y/n) found someone to love for centuries to come and Hannibal found someone to love.

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A Feast of Blood

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Pairing: Vampire!Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham x Vampire!Reader (fem)

WC: 3.5k words

Summary: An AU in which Hannibal is a vampire. // Shortly after turning you into a vampire, your sire, Hannibal Lecter, teaches you how to feed, using Will Graham as subject. Things just get really horny from then on lmao

Warnings: Dead dove DO NOT EAT, SMUT (18 + ONLY), Fem!Reader, lots of body fluids being swapped (saliva, blood, cum // don't read if it makes you queasy), vampirism, blood drinking (consensual), blood mentions, biting, raw p in v (DO NOT DO IT), slightly subby Will?, very slight enemies to lovers if you squint, let me know if anything else!

Tags: @the-devils-littlegirl

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"Well fed devils behave better than famished saints." -D.L. Smith.

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The night drew closer to the hour between the dog and the wolf, shadows deepening. It had been quiet for the most part, as if the house was also holding its breath in anticipation.

Then the doorbell rang, loud as a death knell, announcing his arrival.

“Dinner time,” Hannibal said with a grin, his tone almost playful. 

He got up to open the front door, but you stayed put, smoothing out the hem of your dress. It was nothing fancy since you knew you would very likely ruin it, but you still wanted to look presentable.

You were more curious than nervous about tonight’s lesson, especially since it wasn’t with a complete stranger. 

For a week after Hannibal had turned you, he fed you only the blood that he’d procured. He’d wanted you to regain your strength first, but he had stressed the importance of learning to feed by yourself as soon as you were able.

As it were, Will, his most consistent donor, had been called in as the subject. You had met him well before you were turned, though even then Hannibal was well established as your sire. 

Will was always reserved, if a bit prickly, towards you. You wondered if he’d thought of you as just another one of Hannibal’s human playthings, gullible enough to believe he’d actually turn you.

It was true enough that Hannibal had fed on you a few times, but it was unlike his other feedings. You had watched him a couple of other times, oscillating between unbridled carnage and self-possession. 

The latter was more like bonding for him — The brutal intimacy of the bite, the unspoken trust that no deadly harm would be inflicted, the decadence of your life’s essence flowing through him. Sustaining him. 

But of course, he had kept his word, guiding you into the eternal night. And these were pleasures you would get to experience anew, just from the other side of things. You wondered what Will thought of the sudden turn of fate. 

He followed Hannibal into the living room, absentmindedly undoing the top buttons of his flannel shirt. You raised your eyebrows at Hannibal, who seemed equally amused at Will’s apparent eagerness. 

“A simple hello would be enough of a greeting,” you said lightly, tone just teasing enough for him to know you weren’t sneering. 

Will let his hands drop as he became conscious of his actions. “Force of habit.”

“Sit, please, Will,” Hannibal said, gesturing towards an armchair. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Will snorted at the irony of trying to relax around not one, but two bloodsuckers, but he sat regardless. His posture was tense, arms rigidly placed on the armrests, shoulders squared. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve started getting nervous now,” you said, feeling bold enough to continue testing him. “This isn’t your first rodeo.”

“Well, I trust Hannibal possesses enough self-control not to kill me. You, on the other hand…” He grimaced as if remembering himself, looking down. 

You sniffed, offended. “I didn’t pounce on you the minute you walked in, did I?” 

Hannibal put a placating hand on your arm. “Don’t take it to heart, my love. I have had years to harness myself, and it has not been an easy journey. And you, Will, must also understand that patience goes both ways.”

Will inclined his head in acknowledgment. “True, I apologize for that.”

Still, Hannibal could understand his spike in anxiety, but he’d decided to be polite and not mention it outright, as you did. 

“Something to drink for you, maybe? I’ve got that scotch you like,” he offered, and Will accepted.

As Hannibal went to get it for him, you and Will stared at each other for a tense moment. Perhaps his animosity stemmed from envy at you being a newly minted vampire. You weren’t sure if Hannibal had ever promised him anything, but you were sure your sire would have mentioned it if that was the case.

“Think you’ll be able to stand having me close to you?” You asked, tone mild once again. 

Hannibal returned, handing Will a glass of the amber liquid. He raised it in your direction, as if toasting to you. 

“After one of these, I’ll be loose and relaxed for you, don’t worry,” he said wryly, taking a swig. 

Your eyes were drawn to his throat as his Adam’s apple bobbed. You briefly wondered if you’d be able to taste the scotch in his blood, and if it would warm you the same way it did him.

“Better?” Hannibal asked, one eyebrow raised. 

Will nodded, flexing his fingers. Then, with a more determined look on his face, he turned to you. 

“Can I sit next to you?” He asked. “Seems like a good place to start.”

You slowly nodded, shuffling to the side to give him as much space as you could. You unconsciously glanced over at Hannibal for reassurance, and he gave you a serene smile.

“That’s better,” he said. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

This time, Will was sensible enough not to react. His head turned towards you, but his eyes didn’t meet yours quite yet. 

“That’s a nice perfume. What is it?” He asked, actively trying to soften his tone. 

“Oleander,” you said. 

“Deceptively sweet, but ultimately deadly,” he said, referring to the flower’s poisonous effects. 

He looked up then, eyebrows raised, and you let out an amused huff. “I suppose you’re gonna say it’s fitting.”

“That’s a given, but take that as a compliment, please.”

Hannibal chuckled. “There it is, Will. Flattery will get you much further.”

“Why don’t you sit on his other side?” You asked Hannibal. “Maybe he’ll be more comfortable that way.”

He complied, making Will scoot closer to the middle, his leg lightly brushing yours. That first contact made you tense, hunger stirring curiously within you.

Warmth emanated from him and your sensitive ears registered his heartbeat, loud as a drum. You could see the pulsing blue veins underneath his pale skin, branching out like the roots of an ancient tree. He was deliciously alive, and it filled you with longing. 

There were many things in your new, preternatural state that you were still getting used to. Nostalgia was a sheen on your mind you knew you had to shed, but it would take some time. You found yourself leaning closer to him, wanting to be near that spark, but both men misinterpreted this move.

“Easy now, we’re still warming up here,” Will said, but he didn’t move away. “Unless you’re just absolutely famished, then I don’t want you to torture yourself anymore.”

“I’m fine,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Do you need another drink, Will?” Hannibal asked, sensing the tension returning.

He shook his head. “I’m good for now. Do you think it might be a good idea to try with my wrist first?”

“Yes, great idea,” Hannibal said. “Though not too much. We’ll save it for the next part.”

Will unbuttoned his sleeve and rolled it up to his elbow. He offered you his arm, the inside of his wrist facing up. You took it gingerly, your fingers lightly following the patterns of his veins. The touch was so gentle it tickled him a little, making the hairs on his arm rise. 

You brought his wrist up closer to your face, looking over at Hannibal as your lips were mere inches from making contact. He nodded encouragingly.

“There is more room for error here, but not by much. Don’t fully sink your teeth in, it’s enough to just break the skin,” he said, making sure you were listening by holding your gaze.

This time, your eyes flicked over to Will’s face, and he also nodded. Your sharp, slightly elongated canines pierced the soft flesh and blood bubbled right into your mouth in a burst of flavor.

You let out a sound akin to a whimper, latching onto the wound. Will sucked in a sharp breath at the sting but stayed put. 

“That’s enough now,” Hannibal said firmly, bringing you back to the present.

You painstakingly reined yourself in and lapped it up with your tongue, closing the small wounds. Your lips were smeared crimson as you straightened, panting, chin dipped in slight embarrassment.

“Sorry…” you murmured, licking your lips. 

“Don’t apologize, you did good, Mieloji,” he said reassuringly, the Lithuanian endearment making you smile. “Now, how about we get to the good part?”

Hunger lashed your insides like a whip at the prospect of more. They could both see the feverish glint in your eye, and Hannibal knew you were trying your hardest to prove Will wrong. He wasn’t sure, however, of how long you would last before giving in to instinct.

He pressed a little closer to Will, knowing he would have to be more careful this time around. You, on the other hand, hesitated.

“Do you… need a break or something?” You asked Will slowly.

“No. Do you?” He said evenly, undoing a few other buttons on his shirt and pushing it off one shoulder.

You shook your head embarrassingly fast. He chuckled, and it was the first time you had seen him break out into a smile that night. It set you more at ease, encouraging you to draw closer as well.

His breathing hitched as you leaned against his arm. Your face neared the crook of his neck, and you gently nudged his jaw upwards with your nose.

“That’s it, my love, tilt his head just so,” Hannibal instructed patiently, his voice like a purr. “See the line of his artery, how his pulse surges at your nearness.”

Your mouth watered, your pupils blown wide with a beastly desire. Before you could help yourself, you traced the tip of your tongue over his skin. You could taste the adrenaline in his sweat, but a hum of pleasure escaped Will’s lips.

Hannibal chuckled, letting you indulge a moment longer.

“Now remember, the bite must be precise. A single fluid motion, otherwise it can get messy,” he continued, tangling his fingers through Will’s curls, keeping his head in place. “He will whimper, but the pain only lasts a moment.”

“What if he moves?” You murmured, voice low and slightly hoarse, conscience fighting through the fog of your bloodlust.

“He won’t, he’s very well-behaved. Isn’t that right, Will?”

Will nodded his assent, eyes heavy-lidded. “I promise I’ll be good.”

Angling your head to one side for better access, you didn’t let yourself hesitate. Once your teeth tore into the side of his neck, his body went rigid at first, but then it slowly started to relax. 

You clasped him against you, lost in the rush of blood his heart was suddenly pumping down your throat. Without you noticing, you hooked a leg over one of his, your body trying to envelop him like a serpent. 

It didn’t matter that you’d been bickering mere moments ago, bristling at the mere thought of being in the same room together. All of that melted away as soon as your lips touched his skin. Will’s breathing had turned shallow, the barest of sounds occasionally escaping his lips. 

His taste was indescribable, like pure starlight, crackling like electricity within you. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and all you wanted was more, more, more. You could perfectly understand why Hannibal would occasionally give in to savagery.

“Slow down,” Hannibal instructed, taking hold of one of your arms. “Slower. That’s it, good girl.”

You peered up at him through your lashes, your eyes bloodshot and utterly inhuman. He caressed the back of your head gently, proud of you for fighting so hard to keep control of yourself. He was on the same boat as you, the metallic scent like a siren’s lure.

“Now stop, before you take too much,” he said, looking over at Will. “Are you doing okay, Will?”

“Dizzy, but I’ll live,” he said weakly, groaning softly as you closed the puncture wounds with your tongue once more. “Do you need me, too?”

“Just rest for now,” Hannibal said absently, eyes fixed on you. “I’ll get myself a taste.”

You disentangled yourself from Will, slowly coming back to reality. The lower half of your face, your neck, and your chest were stained crimson, adorning you like macabre jewelry. 

Hannibal immediately drew you to him, kissing you like he was trying to devour you whole. The blood smeared messily between you, tongues swirling in each other’s mouths. When you separated, an obscene, pink string of saliva hung between your lips.

He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself some despite the desire glazing his eyes.

“I… I will get you some water, and something to eat,” He said to Will in a daze, standing up from the couch slowly. “Just— one second.”

You watched him leave the room, your mind still whirling from the whole thing. Then suddenly, you scented fresh blood once again and looked over at Will in surprise. He had bitten his lip hard enough to bleed, and it was starting to swell. He was breathing hard, and there was a plea in his striking blue eyes.

You let out a desirous, pathetic sound, your body moving on its own accord. Your lips slid over his in an almost kiss, your faces inches apart, breaths mingling.

“You really want me to kiss you?” You panted, eyes heavy lidded. “I thought you hated me.”

He shook his head. “It was envy, and it was want. It was always want.”

You kissed him then, trembling eagerly. It was slow and tentative at first, but intensity built quickly. You were still riding the high of feeding from him, but a languorous heat was also spreading through you; Burning everything else away.

You didn’t hear Hannibal returning, but you felt him take his place back on Will’s other side. One look at him, and you could immediately tell he was just as restless. You broke the kiss for a moment to meet Hannibal’s lips, enticing him further.

And when you returned to Will’s lips, Hannibal’s face drew close, too. Then all three of you were kissing, a mess of lips and tongues and an ever-growing voracity. 

You left them to it for a moment and practically tore the rest of Will’s shirt off, exposing more of his warm skin. You trailed open-mouthed kisses all over it and Will moaned into Hannibal’s mouth.

“Please,” he pleaded, as if it was the only word he could say. “Please.”

“What do you need?” You rasped, kissing his neck and making him shudder. 

“Have me, use me,” he said as Hannibal pulled back. “Leave nothing behind.”

Hannibal raised his eyebrows in delighted surprise, watching you slide onto Will’s lap, straddling him. 

“Careful what you wish for,” he said, smirking. “She just might make it come true.”

He stood and helped you pull your dress over your head. Will’s brows furrowed and he let out a small, agonized sound as he took you in. His hands roamed over you reverently, like a worshiper praising his goddess. 

You did quick work of his belt, pulling off his pants as much as you could. You reached down and felt the velvety underside of his erection with the tips of your fingers. His hips bucked into your hand and you shushed soothingly, gently, promising to ease his torment.

And then, holding it by the base, you slowly sank down on his cock. His grip tightened on your hips, helping you move as Hannibal dipped down to kiss you. His fingers stroked up and down your throat, keeping your head tilted back and your chest exposed.

Will’s lips latched onto one of the hardened peaks of your nipples, and you felt his stubble graze the soft skin as he rubbed his face against your breast. He repeated his motions with the other one, grunting when he felt you clench down on him slightly. His teeth added an edge that made you buck and writhe, but neither let you move too far.

You palmed Hannibal’s growing bulge over his slacks as you dragged your tongue over his. He covered your hand with one of his, pressing your palm tighter against it. Your hips rolled against Will’s faster, your free hand buried in his hair, tugging slightly.

“Fuck me,” you could hear Will breathe out in tempo with your movements, like a hypnotic chant. “Oh, yeah, fuck me… just like that.”

“Katinėli, let me get a better taste of you,” Hannibal murmured deliriously, tilting your head to the side and biting into your shoulder.

You cried out, eyelids twitching as your eyes rolled back into your skull. It was that overwhelming rush that made the first orgasm violently slam against you. Momentarily, you became nothing but pure sensation, held aloft by the two of them. 

When you came back into your body, Hannibal was mending the skin of your shoulder, undoing his slacks. You collapsed against Will, trying to catch your breath. He clung to you, in the last throes of his own release. As it turned out, the intensity of your climax had milked out his own. He smiled beatifically, his eyes heavy-lidded, long lashes fanning close to his cheekbones.

You couldn’t help a weak chuckle, lightly kissing his jaw. “Now you might need a break.”

“When I get my strength back, you’ll see… but for now, yes,” he said, also chuckling.

“All the better for me,” Hannibal said from behind you. Your back bowed as he planted a ticklish kiss on the base of your spine. “It’s my turn to reward you.”

Your gluttonous desire flared back to life, and you were pliant as he helped you off of Will, bending you over the back of the couch. Hannibal extended his hand towards him and said, “A little help?”

Will spat in his hand, and Hannibal slicked his saliva over his cock. You heard him suck in a breath as he pushed into you, stretching you slowly. Will offered you his hand and you threaded your fingers through his, keeping eye contact with him as Hannibal’s hips began snapping into yours. 

Your mouth was slackened by wanton moans, your body pressed flat against the back of the couch as Hannibal bent over you. One of his hands was on the back of your neck, pinning you in place, while the other gripped your hip.

“Such a good girl for me,” he panted. “You did so, so good tonight.”

“Please, let me taste you too,” you begged, already losing yourself once more to the hazy oblivion.

He could deny you nothing, so he presented his wrist to your wanting mouth. The pain of your teeth was exquisite, and you drank with the greediness of the famished.

Drinking from each other was like falling in love all over again. Like the deepest embrace, beyond carnality; Beyond even the physical. More of his weight leaned on you as he slid in and out of you, faster and faster, the collective euphoria between you growing. His grunts and moans were like a savage melody to your ears, indicating that he was getting close.

Will was whispering praise and sweet nothings near your ear as you gripped his hand tighter. These soft coaxings, along with the soothing feeling that Hannibal’s blood brought, and you felt yourself dissolve once more like seafoam under the sunlight. The ecstasy was almost religious, a glimpse of the heaven you might never see beyond moments like this. 

But if it meant your nights would be filled with such encounters, then you were more than okay with that. 

With one last, triumphant growl, Hannibal came inside of you. His cock was fully sheathed in your cunt, his last few strokes short and tight, riding out every last wave of pleasure alongside you.

He slipped out of you, withdrawing his wrist from your mouth. You sat back down next to Will, leaning against him. With the last of your strength, grabbed the glass of water and helped him drink from it. The three of you shared sated, conspiratorial smiles, like you instinctively knew all along things would lead to this moment.

“How about a bath?” Hannibal offered, kissing your shoulders as he hovered near you. “We could all use some cleaning up.”

“That’s a good idea,” you said. “And then we can take better care of Will here. I want to make sure he recovers his strength, after all.”

Will couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, you’re so kind to think about me.”

You smiled a Cheshire cat’s grin. “See? I can give as much as I take.”

“I’m never doubting you again,” he said, glancing up at Hannibal. “Either of you. Hannibal was right about you all along.”

You nuzzled his neck. “Hmmm, if only you’d realized sooner, we’d have been much more amicable before this.”

“But I’m yours now too, aren’t I?”

Yes, he was, and neither you nor Hannibal had any plans to let him go any time soon.

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[madisonwritesstuff]

heyyyy how are you? im here for a hannibal x vampire reader where hannibals victims blood gets drained and he gets curious(and a little mad because his design is getting ruined). After he kills somebody again he acts like he leaves the crime scene but hides in reality then reader comes out and just does what a vampire does 😊💕

★ ; bloodsucker. -------------------

Hannibal Lecter x Vampire! Reader.

LIVE LAUGH LOVE HANNIBAL 😫😫

Tags ; fem! reader, tw! syringe, mentions of drugging, mentions of dead bodies, hannibal kidnapping reader (but like idm bbg u can kidnap me 😏)

There was no blood anywhere. Yet the body was drained. Every artery, vein, organ, drained of its blood. Yet no gash, wounds, or anything.

Just a bite mark on the neck of the victim.

He had specifically wanted to keep this one alive, tied to a chair in an abandoned shed. He had plans for this one, it was going to be his best design yet.

He's not mad though, he's intrigued. He's never seen anything like this before. And he hasn't heard Will say anything about someone reporting a body in the forest, meaning whoever did this didn't intend to tell anyone.

Or it wasn't human, which is likely. Due to the fact a human can't possibly drain the blood from another human being this cleanly.

Now he's definitely intrigued.

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It was night time, he was finishing up the binds on the dead woman. Same shed, same chair, same ropes.

He made a cut on the woman's arm, the smell of blood strong to him. He made sure to leave the door just a teensy bit open.

Then he hid, he made sure to cover his own smell by rubbing the leaves on his wrists and neck.

And then he waited. He waited for what seemed like hours, crouching behind some bushes. It was silent, except for the sound of crickets chirping and the rustling of leaves from the wind.

Then It happened, he heard it.

The faint footsteps, the sound of leaves being stepped on. It seemed like whatever was out there was so sure that nobody would be here that they're walking while making that much noise.

He was excited, he'd waited this long so he'd better get something worth the wait.

A person walked out from behind the trees, wearing a large cloak to cover themselves. Which intrigued Hannibal, do they know he's here? That's why they're hiding their identity? That wouldn't make sense, they were walking while making a lot of noise before.

He watched as the person walked into the shed. Hannibal slowly creeped closer, wanting to get a better look. They pulled their hood down, and Hannibal was completely taken aback.

An ethereal woman, beauty beyond compare to any goddess. Her skin shining under the moonlight.

He watched as the woman took a closer look at the dead body in the shed, walking closer to it and leaning down, her face meeting the dead woman's neck.

Then she bit down.

He watched as the color slowly drained from the woman's face, leaving nothing but an empty husk of a body.

“What are you?” He abruptly spoke up, stepping out from the shadows, which in turn startled the woman.

She jumped a little, pulling away from her meal and starting at Hannibal. “Where the hell did you come from?” She retorted back.

“You can't really expect to find a dead body in the middle of nowhere by itself now can you? I did that.” He pointed to the body. Now it was her turn to be intrigued. “So what, you're a serial killer?” She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms.

“Aren't you one as well?” Hannibal argued back, leaving the woman silent for a minute. “What do you want from me?” She finally spoke up.

Hannibal took a step closer, which in return made the woman take a step back. “I want to know what you are.” He spoke, walking closer, while she kept walking backwards, until her back hit the wall of the shed.

“Isn't it obvious? What I am?” She questioned. “It is, but I want to hear you confirm it.” She rolled her eyes, sighing. “I am the infamous bloodsucker, what you like to call vampires.”

Hannibal smiled at that revelation. “You could come in handy for my design.” He though out loud. “Excuse me? What makes you think I would help you with whatever murderous ideas you have?” He smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I never said I would care for your opinion darling.” She was taken aback, her mouth opening to threaten him.

But just as she opened her mouth, she felt a sting in the side of her neck, looking down to see a syringe. “What did you?...” The world around you began spinning a little, his face contorting as well as the scenery around you. “Goodnight.” He leaned down and whispered against the shell of your ear, watching as you passed out.

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[takincareofbusiness]

From Me'n Elvis by Charlie Hodge,

"Elvis never liked to talk too seriously during a meal if it might lead to an argument. One night in Hollywood, Elvis and I got into a little spat at supper. He got up and walked out. When he came back to finish eating, he said, "Charlie, let's don't ever argue like that again when we're eating. I just went back there and lost what I ate." When Elvis got a little bored with making Clambake. I walked out on the set one morning. It was the original Phantom of the Opera movie set. A bucket of water hit me from way up on one of the high catwalks. I looked up and another bucket hit me. My shirt was soaked. I took it off and neatly placed it in front of a heater to dry out. Then I went to the wardrobe department and got a dry shirt to put on. Every 20 minutes or so, I'd go back and feel my shirt to see if it was getting dry. It felt as wet as ever. I couldn't understand it. At the end of the day, I checked it again. Still soaking wet! I walked away from it, then sneaked back and peered around the corner. There was Elvis, sraying it with a fire extinguisher. He had been doing that all day long. As soon as I felt it, he'd come back and spray it again. Then Elvis came out of his dressing room to do a scene, Richard Davis, his valet, hit him from the same catwalk with a ballon filled with water. Elvis looked up and said quietly, without anger, "I'll get you for that." Elvis went back into his dressing room and came back out a few minutes later in a dry costume and did his scene. Then he found a heavy fire hose, and blasted Richard off the catwalk. The movie director, Arthur Nadel, had been hit by firecrackers so much that he started coming to the set wearing an old Nazi helmet. In one scene, Elvis goes to answer the phone, he says, "Hello." Just Then Nadel lit a huge round firecracker and rolled it across the set floor at him. He dropped the phone and yelled, "Oh he#$, and fled. In another scene Bill Bixby was acting in front of the camera and Elvis simply walked up to him and pushed a cream pie in his face. Pies started flying everywhere. Everybody came in for our practical jokes, from the director on down to the coffee man. Movie crews loved to work with Elvis and they asked to. Everyday was different from the last one and you never knew what to expect when you got up in the morning. With Elvis, life was great."

[rottngdeer]

Bloodsuckers — 2

Pairings || Hannibal Lecter x Vampire!Female!Reader

Part 2/?

Contents/Warnings || Blood drinking, manipulation, talks of cannibalism, murder, and starvation

Part 3 is here

Hannibal took notice of Will's behaviour around you. He was attached; especially attentive when you spoke, stood by your side wherever you went, eyes on you constantly. He decided that he would invite the two of you to his latest dinner party to observe a little closer. He needed to see if Will knew about tour secret, or if this was something else he had to deal with. The two of you arrived together around 7. Will was wearing one of his grey suits, looking uncomfortable being around so many people already; and you, wearing black heels and a long black dress that hugged your body just right.

“Always nice to see the two of you outside of work,” Hannibal approached. Will didn’t say anything, too busy looking around at the food with a look of faint disgust. You smile at Hannibal, “Same to you.” You and Hannibal hadn’t been alone since a few nights ago when he declared that he knew your secret, and he confessed that he was the Chesapeake Ripper. You wondered if he invited you to this party to talk to you about what he wanted to do next. Unfortunately you didn’t get much time to speak to him since several people approached you to say hello and have small talk throughout the night.

But Hannibal was watching you. Will didn’t leave your side, and you did the usual mingling and pretending to eat solid food when in reality you just mushed it around and only took small bites to not seem suspicious. When Will walked off eventually to use the bathroom and you were finally alone, Hannibal took his chance.

You felt his hand on your lower back, “Is Will aware of your… age?“ He asked quietly in your ear from behind, asking the question in a simple way in case anyone heard. You sigh in reply, “As far as I know… Will thinks I’m turning 33 next month. 33 and no older. Then again, you found out and I didn’t know until you told me.“

“Do you plan on telling him?”

“Do you think I should?”

“No. But judging by the way he doesn’t leave your side, I wouldn’t be surprised if he found out somehow. Are the two of you dating? I should be aware of any relationships you may have. “

“No, and you have no right to know about my— “

Hannibal cuts you off, “We can’t let anything effect our arrangement.“

“I barely know what our arrangement is. You haven’t exactly explained much yet.”

“I will explain it soon enough.” With that, he walked off to talk to other guests. You set down your plate of food and walk upstairs, knowing no one else would be there. Will had just come out of the bathroom and saw you, so he immediately went after you. You had found and sat down in an empty room and stared out the window. What the hell did you get yourself into?

“Are you okay?“ Will asked as he closed the doors behind him.

You sigh, “I’m fine.“

Will sat down beside you on the small couch, thigh to thigh touching. “You can talk to me about anything, you know.”

You smile weakly at him, “I’m fine. Just… stressed I guess.”

“Because of Jack pushing us about the Ripper cases?”

“Yes,” You lied, “ I’ll be fine, I'll probably just go back downstairs and get some food. Whatever weird French thing Hannibal whipped up.”

“We both know that neither of us really like that stuff.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can tell you only push around your food no matter what it is. You just poke around with food so it looks like you did. And if you actually eat some, you never seem to like it.”

You smiled a little, “ Yeah, I guess that’s true. I’m… picky.”

Will nodded a little, “Right.”

“Well… we should head back down before anyone misses us.”

Will followed you back downstairs, and the two of you mostly just wandered the party talking quietly to each other until people trickled out.

“I’m going to stick around for a little while, I need to speak to Hannibal about something,” You told Will.

���Do you want me to wait outside for you?”

“No, I’ll be fine. I don’t know how long it’ll take anyways. “

“See you soon then?”

You nodded and gave him a small smile before he left. You let out a small sigh as you walked into the kitchen, finding Hannibal pouring himself a glass of wine.

“I have something for you,” He said, without even looking up at you. You watched as he took out a bottle of crimson red liquid. As he opened it and poured it into a wine glass, your pupils dilated and your senses heightened. Blood.

Hannibal walked up to you holding his wine and your blood. “Enjoy it,” He handed you your glass. You took the glass, taking a shirt sniff of the blood before drinking it. You eyed Hannibal as you did. When you finished a few gulps, you stopped. “Thank you… for whatever kind of bribe this is.”

“It is a small look into what I could give you all the time.”

“You think I can’t feed myself.”

“No. But I also know that you can’t keep swiping people off the streets or you’ll get caught. Especially if you leave the bodies around and don’t hide them properly.”

“Would you rather I set them up like art pieces as you do?”

“I’d rather we work together finding people— and you help me with my little ‘art pieces’. And in return you get your fill of blood as I get my fill of meat. There’s less of a possibility you get caught if you work with me.”

“Why do you suddenly need help? Seems like you’ve been doing fine all on your own.”

“I can see something in you. There’s more urges that you hide behind your basic instinctual need for blood. I want to help you, you just have to let me.”

“What if I don’t agree to any of this?”

Hannibal gave you a small smile, “Then you can guarantee the next time the Ripper kills, you’ll be framed for it. I’m sure you’d be very bored in prison. And I’m guessing eventually you may die of starvation. If you were to survive the entire prison sentence people would be suspicious on how you haven’t aged. Then you’ll spend forever as a science experiment, wasting away. Unless of course, you agree to help me.”

He took a sip of his wine while keeping eye contact with you, waiting for your agreement.

“When do we start?”

[wendigo-volturi]

Rules + characters

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I will write for twilight, Harry Potter, MHA, Hannibal (series), rise of the guardians, hazbin hotel, helluva boss, and any horror movies

Any character you ask for from the list I will write, I just got to lazy to write all of them.

If you request something I'm not comfortable with I won't write it but most of the time I will write it, but if you break ANY of my rules I will block you.

What I write:

Character x male reader

Character x female reader

Sad shit

Self harm

Sibling reader

OCs

What I will NOT write:

Character x character

Smut (I'm just terrible at it)

Abuse

R*pe

Incest (it's gross)

Any shit with umbridge or Lockhart

Characters

Volturi kings: Aro, Caius, Marcus (separate or poly)

Volturi guards: Jane, Alec, Felix, demetri

Side characters: Carlisle, Edward, Emmett, Esme, Jasper, Alice, Rose (don't know her full name) , bella

Harry potter: anyone from Harry potter

MHA: Anyone from MHA

Hannibal: anyone from Hannibal

Rotg: anyone from rotg

hazbin hotel: anyone from hazbin hotel

helluva boss: anyone from helluva boss

Horror: any slasher

[terr1ble-lie]

I beg your dearest of pardons

But your telling me

YALL CAN SEE MY LIKED POSTS?😭

Oh Lordy Mary on a cross please help me god for I am in no way going to heaven after what I have read

In all seriousness I had no idea that shit was public, I have no desire to turn that setting off however cause I don’t think people care that much. And anyone who knows of me on this platform probably reads smut to tbh. over all knoCk yourselves out if you fancy some snooping <3

[rebelliousstories]

25 Days of Ficmas

Welcome to the 25 Days of Ficmas Masterlist! I’m really excited to be bringing these fics to you. Please enjoy 25 stories to help get you in the holiday mood.

Traditions (December 1st) Corey Cunningham

Corey has been invited to his partner’s parents home for Christmas, and he gets roped into doing fun family traditions that he didn’t know even happened.

Snow Days (December 2nd) Lestat de Lioncourt

Another Christmas had come and gone, but not without Lestat telling his tales of his favorite, and least favorite, holidays of the past.

Lonely (December 3rd) Elvis Presley

When Elvis tells his family back at Graceland that he couldn’t be home for Christmas, his wife has to quell their children’s tears all on her own.

Blankets (December 4th) Will Graham

Snow in Virginia means cold. Cold means a need for warmth. Warmth means cuddles. Preferably with a human but dogs are a nice addition.

Hot Cocoa (December 5th) Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Tom just received bad news about his throat. He’s holed himself away in his office, but his wife won’t stand for that behavior.

Gifts (December 6th) Poly! Lost Boys

The lost boys haven’t celebrated a proper Christmas in decades. They don’t put up a tree, no carols, and no gifts.

Friends (December 7th) Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Friends-mas. Or the Dagger Team gets together and Mrs. Bradshaw has to convince Bradley to go.

Cabin (December 8th) Elvis Presley

Christmas in the South wasn’t known for its blankets of snow, but it’s still too cold for Mrs. Presley to enjoy the holiday.

Movies (December 9th) Austin Butler

He’s finally home for Christmas, and there isn’t a place in the world he’d rather be.

Fireplace (December 10th) Miles Miller

California and Nevada. How does one celebrate the holidays in the desert?

Cookies (December 11th) Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Hangman takes his lady home for the holidays and she gets to experience a Seresin Christmas, with all the nieces and nephews.

Gingerbread House (December 12th) Paul

It’s just making a gingerbread house. How hard can it be with a ADHD, weed smoking, man-child of a vampire? Oh no.

Candy (December 13th) Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

As the resident mom and dad of the Dagger Team, the Mitchell’s host the team for a festive night.

Music (December 14th) Hannibal Lecter

A connoisseur of all things high class in a relationship with someone more rustic and simplistic. It’s a clash of Christmas styles.

Charity (December 15th) Louis Pointe du Lac

As Christmas rolls around in New Orleans, Louis reflects on those less fortunate that him.

Cider (December 16th) Dwayne

Seasonal tents at the boardwalk are her favorite this time of year. Dwayne is along for the ride.

December (December 17th) Will Graham

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

Celebrate (December 18th) Marko

If anyone can convince the boys to put in a little effort for the holiday, surely it’s Marko?

Family (December 19th) Poly! Interview with the Vampire

Claudia has requested that everyone get along for one night. Hopefully, they can make her Christmas wish come true.

Ice Skating (December 20th) Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Having your own personal licensed pilot around Christmas time means you end up in interesting places.

Christmas Dinner (December 21st) Rhett Abbott

The Abbott family might not be close, but they try to at least have one nice dinner a year.

Sweaters (December 22nd) Marko

Marko loves perusing through the local stores for new patches to sew together. And even now, he loves finding things to make into a custom sweater.

Christmas Tree (December 23rd) David

He hated to admit it; the tree made the late night snuggle session more magical.

Christmas Eve (December 24th) Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Christmas Eve is spent inside, curled up with a blanket, and some hot cocoa, in beautiful California.

Christmas Day (December 25th) Corey Cunningham

This was the Christmas he dreamed about as a kid.

[house-of-slayterr]

sorry for being in your inbox again, but about our vampire! Hannibal AU, it's Hannibal who is the vampire, but what if it was a more normal AU, where only you (for example) were a vampire? How would he react to that?

So every bodies normal except me? Of this could be fun!

There was someone new in town, something that piqued Hannibal’s interest. A new toy for him to play with, to break. And oh what a pretty little thing they were. It’s wasn’t often single people moves to the town. It was always family’s or couples. Better yet, he met them at a crime scene.

“Who is that?” He asked Crawford.

“That’s Frances, our new Forensic Entomologist.”

Hannibal knew them in there that he wanted to weasel his way into my life. Get to know me. Get inside my head and twist everything around. Make me hate my job, and hate everyone but him. Will was able amazing candidate but he needed a bigger challenge. And I was exactly what he was searching for.

(Ok short blurb about how we meet over, headcannon time)

He’d gain my trust by being the gentleman that he is, but little does he know it’s actually him who shouldn’t be so trusting.

He seems be different than will, of course he wants to mess with my psyche a little, and normally he reserves his meals for those who are rude, but I can imagine him fantasying about what I would taste like

It would drive him insane, dreaming about it and trying to hold himself back

But I’m doing the same with him, he smells so good, and I just want to sink my fangs in. But it would be foolish to ruin something so good.

He cracks first. Finally snapping after a dinner party and inviting me to stay late. Which isn’t smart on his part, of course if he was successful everyone would know he was the last person I was around

He’d block me from leaving the room pinning me against the wall. If I hand an inkling of his cannibalistic tendencies, I could probably dodge. But if I didn’t yet, I’d think something was going on.

If I kissed him as a distraction I don’t think it would be that effective. It would just make him want to taste me more. So much so I don’t them think he’d wait to kill me to get a taste, he just bites into my neck.

At first I’m confused because he didn’t smell like a vampire, he smells human, he manages to rip a chunk off my neck but I don’t even flinch, which confuses him

“You done?” I ask.

He’d stand there baffled. Surely I wasn’t that delusional that I wouldn’t even react to him ripping out my jugular. He watches in real time as the wound closes before his eyes, and he debates for a second if perhaps I drugged him somehow when he wasn’t paying attention

I just smirk at his pretty confused little face. Dumb Hannibal is so hot when he’s not one step ahead of everyone. He gets so desperate and you can see it in his eyes. How cute.

“I think it’s my turn, I mean it’s only fair”

I pin him to the wall using only a quarter of my strength, and he can’t manage to writhe his way out of my grip. I kiss him again just to taste my own blood on his lips. I couldn’t kill him, then he’d turn, with my blood in his system. But it didn’t mean I couldn’t have a little fun.

None of the towns folk were on vervain, which made it easy for me to feed and even easier for me to compel people. But I didn’t want to compel him. He was too interesting.

“What are you?” He asks, sobering up a little.

“Oh sweetheart, I could be your best friend if you let me. I see we share a simple diet. I knew that meat at dinner tasted familiar.”

He’d still look confused, so I’d flash him my fangs with my best smile. Then it would click for him. Of course he read about vampires, but he never imagined they were real. And foolish him, he invited me into his home. I could come and go whenever I please.

“Tell you what Doctor, I’ll let you have some more of my blood, I know you loved it. But you gotta promise me one thing.”

“Anything.” He said, suddenly more confident.

“Don’t die on me.”

With that I’d bite into his neck and savour every drop of blood that courses through his body. His skin is soft and his blood is sickly sweet, curtesy of his customary diet. The best blood I had in a while. I’d have enough self control to stop, pulling back when his knees got weak, and carrying him over to the couch.

I’d lay him down with his head on my lap and bite into my wrist, letting him drink. I’d watch hungrily as he greedily drank it in, staring at me with those desperate, blood lust filled eyes.

He looks so pretty like that, all sweaty and disoriented and blood drunk. Such a good boy. My mind wanders to what it would be like to have Will on my lap as well, would he be just as sweet? I’d be able to taste the fear on his blood, something that was absent from Hannibal’s.

I’d stroke his hair with my other hand as he continued to drink. It would make me weak but it would be worth it. Forming a bond like this wasn’t something a vampire took lightly.

He’d pull away and I’d lick the dribble of blood off his chin.

“What happens if i die?”

“You’d be like me silly. And it’s not time for that. You’re perfect just the way you are little cannibal.”

“How old are you?” He asked, totally fascinated and wanting to learn everything he could

I would chuckle. “It’s not polite to ask a vampire their age Dr Lecter”

He would blush. Only such a strong creature could bring the Hannibal Lecter to a blushing stuttering mess.

“Will you keep my secret?”

“With my life, my people eating friend. As long as you keep mine.”

That’s how I think it would go if I was the first vampire he ever met. I would enjoy being able to overpower that man. Let me tell you 😍

[softieekayy]

Vampire reader x hannibal fic in the works!! Should be out sometime next week!! Oh y’all are gonna love this. (I hope)

Let me know if any of y’all wanna be tagged! Mwah 💋

Here’s a snippet !

Edit: im at 3.4K words and no where near done. This is a long one babes

[ihavemanyhusbands]

if you still want requests for will graham, how about will x vampire reader feeding of him and he is realy into it, almost addicted to the felling which is a very good thing for him, considering he is the mate of vampire reader. just him almost begging for it even tho he needs time to recover.

if not, or your not comfortabel, just ignore this.

thx xoxo anyways

Omg this sounds so good!!!! Thanks so much for requesting! <33

Tw // blood mention

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“You always look so radiant after feeding,” Will’s voice was dreamlike and soft, his languorous posture like that of an opium den’s patron.

His head was resting on your chest and your fingers were tangled up in his dark curls. His forehead was slightly slick with sweat and his eyes were heavy lidded.

You, on the other hand, were warm and sated with his blood. The coppery tang of it lingered in your palate, the echo of his groans in the forefront of your mind.

There is nothing like the savage ecstasy of your teeth sinking into my flesh, he once said. To know that I sustain you, that I flow through your veins… How could I ever be anything but yours?

“Did you have enough?” He asked, ever eager, craning his head back and exposing the pale column of his throat to you.

You traced a delicate finger over his perfectly sculpted jaw. “Yes, my love. I think it was enough for you, too.”

“Never enough,” he said with a small grin. “Even if you wanted to fully drain me, I would let you. It’s all for you to have.”

“And then? What would I do without you?” You held his gaze, raising an eyebrow. “You should know I wouldn’t let you go that easily.”

It had definitely crossed your mind in the past, but you knew the satisfaction would be ephemeral. In truth, you were his as much as he was yours. So enmeshed that one without the other could never possibly work.

“Let me take care of you now, so you can be good and strong for me tomorrow,” you murmured, kissing the top of his head.

He nodded, holding onto you tightly, the only one that could ever keep him steady even while he was toeing the edge.

——

[jon-mcbrine-author]

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[coryosbaby]

You fog up my brain, you make me insane… Hannibal Lecter x fem! Reader

Synopsis: examining your shared obsession

content warning . 18+, MDNI oral fixations, codependency, heavy biting kink, mentions of cannibalism. Blood, teeth, and body worship

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Hannibal opens his mouth for her whenever she asks. Nimble, soft padded fingertips touch the tip of his tongue and move even further. Over his teeth, the expanse of his gums. She rubs her tongue over her own canines in retaliation. The urge to bite into him is so incredibly chastising.

She almost does it, a few times. When his throat is close, she leaves a few marks. Her teeth sink into him and leave a clear indent, though she vows never to reveal muscle, blood, or bone. Her hands run through his hair, and she douses her own in his shampoo when she’s in the shower. His nails are clipped short; she bites hers clear down to the nub. He tells her to kiss him, and she does— teeth biting his lip, tongue roaming that mouth she loves oh so much. Close to drawing blood, but not quite.

Until he tells her to. One mindless, rainy night, her body is sprawled out on top of his, thighs on either side of his hips. The ribbon in her hair is the only thing you could consider covering her. And him, the rings adorning his fingers. His bare chest is enticing, and she leaves sweet lipstick prints along the skin. He soothes her heated neck with his hand, proving coolness and relief. She runs her blunt nails through the hair peppering his chest.

“I want to crawl inside your skin and never leave.” She mumbles, her face nuzzling him.

He doesn’t find this to be scary, or vile. He feels exactly the same way, and nods along. He trails a finger up her hip and back down again.

“I would let you,” and then, as his nose moves up to nuzzle her own, “you’re special.”

Her lashes flutter and she sighs in content. His arms wrap around her back and he pulls her down to his lips. When he kisses her, it’s on the cheeks, forehead, and nose.

“My special girl.”

A small smile, pouty lips kissing him right back. She grabs his much larger hand into her own, presses his wrist to her lips and feels the heartbeat underneath the skin.

He licks his lips and guides her hand to his torso, settling right above his navel.

“Bite me here,” he murmurs, and she lets out a tiny squeak.

“What?”

“Here. Bite me here, I want to feel your teeth.”

She can never deny him, and she would never dare question him. She moves lower so her head is face to face with his waist. Her teeth scrape against his flesh, tasting sweat and skin.

Hannibal. She tastes Hannibal.

She bites, hard. The older man below her lets out a groan, feeling her break the skin and draw red rivulets of blood, finally.

She’s no vampire, of course. But his blood fills something in her— a completion. A promise.

When she pulls away, her teeth are red. The large indentation on his skin makes her rut down against his thigh. Her fingers slip against the wound as she adjusts— a happy little accident. She presses them into his mouth and feels the soft expanse of his tongue and his teeth. He stares up at her as he sucks them. He releases them from his mouth with a lewd pop, inhaling through his teeth. She tilts her head, almost in awe of him.

“You’re beautiful.” she says timidly.

He smiles softly.

“And you’re perfect, you know,” he replies. “Anyone would be a fool not to worship you, darling.”

Heat creeps up her neck, and when the man reaches up to tug the pink ribbon out of her hair, she whines.

“It took me forever to do my hair like this!” she exclaims.

“Mmm..” Hannibal replies, and looks at her hair, as if examining. “I already ruined it when I was fucking you, don’t you think?”

She flushes. The man below her begins wrapping the ribbon around her head. Her brows furrow, but not before they’re raising as he slips the ribbon into her mouth and gags her with it.

“Need to muzzle you good, don’t I? Since you love biting me so much.”

He watches the way her drool begins soaking through the fabric. Seeing her distraught face, he coos, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweet girl. But you need to be controlled, disciplined,” and then, “You know I only want what’s best for you.”

She whimpers, hips grinding down onto his crotch. He’s hard now, leaking and ready to slip inside her, and that he does. Spreading her cheeks apart, his tip probes her already filled hole. He had fucked her an hour before, filled her to the brim with his seed, and now he intends to do it again.

He sheathes inside in one go. Her eyes roll back, clit throbbing as he flattens his feet on the bed and thrusts up. Her body falls forward, causing him to bury his face into her collarbone, and he grunts against her. She feels something sharp against her shoulder— teeth.

He bites down, hard. She lets out a yell, feeling him sink into her skin. He has surely drawn blood, because when he pulls away his lips are stained red.

“See?” He asks her, licking his lips. “Now we match, lover. It’s perfect, isn’t it?”

Tears fall down her cheeks, and she nods. It is perfect.

It’s even more perfect when Hannibal uses the strength of his hips to turn the girl onto her back. She lets out a mewl, and with his cock still in her, Hannibal grabs her roughly by her thighs as he’s on his knees. Her back arches as he pulls her legs over his own, fucking her down onto his thick length. He grabs the soft expanse of her waist, grunting as he watches her tits jiggle with every thrust.

“That’s it,” he breathes, as she squirms underneath him. “Such an obedient girl for me.”

She doesn’t know where to put her hands, so with her most basic instinct she presses them on top of Hannibal’s own. He grabs them, holding them against her skin and cooing.

“I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

These words comfort her, bring a relief to her fuzzy brain, and she needs him closer. Closer, closer, closer.

She pulls his hands towards her, signaling for him to move. He moves forward, pressing himself against her body.

“I don’t want to crush you,” he says, and she bites her lip.

“I do.”

He does anything she asks, really. He puts all of his weight on her, lets her nails rake down his back and draw blood. She sinks her teeth into him more, rubs the blood on her lips and kisses him. He licks into her mouth and when he pulls away it’s so he can spit onto her tongue. She swallows it greedily, her heels pressing into his hips as he pounds her mercilessly. One hand moves to her clit, rubbing it deftly between his fingers, and his other hand goes to her throat, which he lightly squeezes.

“Look at you,” he praises, watching her lidded eyes. “So pretty and pliant for me. So beautiful.”

“Hanni—“ she starts, but it’s cut off as her orgasm rapidly approaches. “I’m gonna cum—“

“Cum for me,” Hannibal growls. “Cum for me, gorgeous. Fucking soak me.”

That’s all the command she needs. She seizes up, whimpers loudly as she reaches her peak, her eyes rolling back as she cries out his name. Hannibal watches with a small smile, but not before the clenching of her orgasming cunt has his mouth falling open as he gives two final, harsh thrusts. He spills into her with his teeth on her neck, fucks his cum into her, warm and wet.

She milks him for all he has. Her cunt takes his spend greedily, spilling over the rim of her hole and onto the sheets. Hannibal stays inside for a moment to catch his breath, deciding to collapse onto her. Not that she minds; he isn’t that heavy, and she likes the weight of him. He buries his face in her neck and sighs, absolutely spent.

“My darling girl.” he murmurs, as if in a trance. She hums a timid reply, her fingers curling into his graying locks. He kisses her on the jugular. She kisses him on the forehead. He means everything to her.

“My darling boy.” She replies. He chuckles, lifting his head and kissing her on the mouth again. She bites his bottom lip teasingly and worries the skin in between her teeth. It draws more blood, and she licks it up with her tongue.

When Hannibal pulls away, his cock slips out of her. She feels his cum dripping out of her entrance, but she ignores it. Instead, she opts for curling up on his chest again, her leg slung over his hip and her hand rubbing over the bite mark she had given him. He grabs her wrist, slipping her index finger into his mouth and suckling. She runs the pad of it over his teeth, a little crooked but absolutely perfect to her.

When she falls asleep, fingers in his mouth, she’s never been more satiated.

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↳¸•.↑✿cited song: fake love by BTS.

➷°.[✩] BTS ╭⟡;💜

➷°.[✩] BLACKPINK╭⟡;🖤

➷°.[✩] ITZY ╭⟡;🧡

➷°.[✩] Stray Kids ╭⟡;💙

く く く EXO: Yandere Baekhyun (Romantic), Yandere Suho (Romantic). く く く TWICE: Imagine as Classmates.

➷°.[✩] Greek Mythology ╭⟡;⚡

➷°.[✩] Egyptian Mythology ╭⟡;𓂀

➷°.[✩] Historical Characters ╭⟡;📜

く く く The Lost Queen | Yandere!Alexander the Great ❝You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn't understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren't safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won't let you go so easily.❞ The Lost Queen Series Masterlist

➷°.[✩] The Vampire Diaries // The Originals╭⟡;🧛

➷°.[✩] House of the Dragon╭⟡;🐉

➷°.[✩] Game of Thrones╭⟡;❄️

➷°.[✩] The Sandman╭⟡;⌛

➷°.[✩] Outlander╭⟡;🗿

➷°.[✩] Wednesday╭⟡;🎻

➷°.[✩] Brooklyn Nine-Nine╭⟡;👮‍♂️

➷°.[✩] Bridgerton╭⟡;🐝

➷°.[✩] Shadow and Bone╭⟡;☠️

➷°.[✩] Outer Banks╭⟡;💰

➷°.[✩] K-Dramas╭⟡;❤️

➷°.[✩] Reign╭⟡;👑

➷°.[✩] The Tudors╭⟡;🗡️

➷°.[✩] Hannibal╭⟡;🍽

く く く The Bloody Viscount | Yandere!Anthony Bridgerton ❝You had fallen in love with Viscount Bridgerton and he had fallen in love with you. The marriage seemed perfect, but then why did Anthony Bridgerton always come home late and bloodstained?❞ Prologue; Chapter 1; Chapter 2;

く く く The Shadow of the Golden Dragon | Yandere!ASOIAF/GOT/HOTD ❝You have always been an avid reader and your greatest passion was delving into the pages of "A Song of Ice and Fire" by George R.R. Martin. You knew every character, every twist and every detail of the Seven Kingdoms as if they were part of your own life. But what you never imagined is that an unexpected encounter with a mysterious antique book seller would change your life forever.❞ The Shadow of the Golden Dragon Masterlist

➷°.[✩] Percy Jackson╭⟡;🌊

➷°.[✩] Harry Potter╭⟡;🔮

➷°.[✩] A Court of Thorns and Roses╭⟡;🌹

➷°.[✩] A Song of Ice and Fire╭⟡🔥

➷°.[✩] Attack on Titan╭⟡⚔️

➷°.[✩] Naruto╭⟡🍥

➷°.[✩] One Piece╭⟡👒

➷°.[✩] Death Note╭⟡📓

➷°.[✩] Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir╭⟡🐞

➷°.[✩] How To Train Your Dragon╭⟡🐲

➷°.[✩] Marvel╭⟡۞

➷°.[✩] Love Letters╭⟡💕

➷°.[✩] Love Letters II╭⟡💕

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く く く A Black Rose | Yandere!Ian Daerier ❝A cruel and narcissistic reaper falls in love with the woman he was supposed to take the life of.❞ Oneshot;

[rottngdeer]

Bloodsuckers — 1

Pairings || Hannibal Lecter x Vampire!female!reader x Will Graham

Part 1/?

Contents/Warnings || Cannibalism, blood, decapitation, light gore

Part 2 is here

Hannibal had found out your little secret before you found out his. You only took late-night calls, never went out during the day, and you rarely ever ate, even at his dinner parties. These little things made a little more sense the moment he saw you rip into the flesh of a man in the woods and suck all his blood out from his neck. Funny that you were both out tonight on a similar base. He stayed still and hidden, not wanting you to know he was there. You thought that you could smell him nearby, but you also knew that you were close to a murder sight you had been with him to last night. You composed yourself and left the scene, leaving the body behind.

Hannibal had used that body in his latest creation, which Jack called both you and Hannibal about the next night. Since it was 8 pm and past sunset, you headed down there. You were surprised to see the man you had drank from as part of the grotesque scene, and even more surprised to see that his head was gone. He was completely decapitated, but his head and hands were gone. Hannibal and Jack walked over to you and Jack immediately started to ramble about the body and how the Ripper was back at it again. You glanced at Hannibal, who was looking at you. The look in his eyes was different than usual, and you couldn’t pinpoint the emotion. Understanding? Curiosity? What was it?

“I’d like to invite you over for a nightcap, “Hannibal stated once you were beginning to leave about an hour after you had gotten there.

“You should get your sleep, Hannibal.“

“I insist. Don’t have me ask you twice.“

You were slightly confused, expecting him to have dropped it or made some sort of remark about your sleeping schedule. You hesitated but sighed, “Alright. I’ll follow you.“

You followed his car in yours, arriving at his house. He had you take off your coat and shoes, offering you wine and a seat. Once the two of you were settled with glasses of wine and a soft instrumental tune playing in the background, Hannibal began to speak.

“So, how old are you, Y/N?“

“32. You knew that.”

“32… so, 132? 232?“

You chuckled nervously, “What?“

“Sorry, is it older? 432 perhaps?“

You stared at him, hoping he didn’t actually know, and he was just messing with you.

“I suppose it’s rude of me to ask your age so bluntly. I apologise.“

“Where— where did you get those numbers from?“

“Well, considering that you’re a vampire, I assume that you go based off of the tens in your age as it would be the easiest.”

“A… vampire? “

“Yes. You must have known I was there last night, right? Sensed it?”

You began to stand up, but he put his hand on your knee and kept you sitting, “I won't say a word to anyone else.“

“I don’t know that for sure.”

“I’ll tell you something of mine then. A secret.“

“Nothing you tell me could possibly-“

“I’m the Chesapeake Ripper,“ He stated. “All of the missing organs, I cook for my parties and myself. I noticed that you always looked at my food like you were confused, but never ate any. I suppose your sense of smell was messed up by the number of people at the parties and all of the meat I serve. “

You laugh, “You’re lying.”

Hannibal sighed and stood up. He set his wine glass down on the table and took yours from you, also setting it down, “Follow me, my dear.“

Hannibal led you to his kitchen. He opened the freezer, pulling out a frozen chunk of meat. The neck. The neck of the man you killed last night and that was displayed in the Ripper's design. You could smell it; you could see your teeth marks.

A long silence occurred between the two of you. You were processing everything. Figuring out what to do next. Hannibal being the Chesapeake Ripper would be a lot more believable to the FBI and everyone else than you being a vampire.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t turn you in right now, “You said in a low voice.

A slight smirk appeared on Hannibal’s face, “Your saliva is all over this. Tell me why I shouldn’t hand it over to Jack, tell him I found out in your home. Frame you for the crime, which Jack would use to connect you to more Ripper crimes if he can find a loophole. And he would.”

Another silence.

“You and I would work perfectly together, don’t you think?“ He added, tilting his head slightly. You were silent, calculating if you should kill Hannibal right now.

“I know what you’re thinking. I think that you know an alliance could benefit you. And that if anything happened to me, Jack would do everything to figure out what,” He gently took your hand after putting the meat back. He led you back to where the two of you had been sitting previously, and sat down closer to you this time, almost thigh to thigh. “You’re a smart woman. I suggest you make the right decision. The only option, really.”

You knew that you would outlive him, obviously. Or you could move, leave the FBI. But you wouldn’t know how Hannibal would react to you up an leaving, taking his secret with him.

“I really don’t like you right now,” You mumbled.

“I think you’ll get over that. We’ll work well together. Too well for you to resent me for long.”

Silence for a minute before you finally spoke, “I’m actually 332. You guessed wrong.”

“My apologies. May I ask how you’ve been feeding yourself all these years? It will be helpful for me to know how you pick people out.”

He listened to you intently as you answered his question. He wanted to learn everything about you, about your life, about vampires, about your eating habits, your living conditions. And he would keep you around in any way that he could.