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hannigram as various texts I’ve collected
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HANNIBAL 1.01 "Apéritif"
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semiweirdshipper · 10 months
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Slashers as fathers with a child/reader.
Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is less than ten years old (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile. (If you wanna ship Hannibal and Will together or view them as just friends, it's completely up to you).
Summary: The slasher fathers comforting their child/reader after they just got home from surgery.
Some of you are probably thinking "really, Weirdo? This is gonna be a thing now?" And my answer is absolutely! Hey, when you grow up in a rough environment, some times you just wanna immerse yourself into a reality where you're innocent, happy, safe, accepted and loved. And so thus I present these fatherly slasher drabbles. I hope they bring you peace and happiness.
Freddy
After you got home from your surgery, Freddy hadn't been prepared for just how emotional and clingy you would become, but he didn't mind, and he learned how to adjust straight away. He had already called into work to report a few days off so that he could provide you with extensive care.
Not once had you left his side. All day you had been attached to him, whimpering and groaning in small remnants of pain. It tugged at his heart and made him feel even more protective than what he already was. If only he could take your pain and fear away.
He had been tending to your needs all day. Fixing you sippy cups filled with broth since you couldn't eat whole foods yet. Holding you against his chest so that he could kiss your forehead and rub your back while mumbling loving reassurances to you. Coloring pictures and watching cartoons with you.
"Daddy... Do you love me?" You asked for what felt like the thousandth time.
Freddy, helping to make a wall of pillows around the edge of the bed, looked to you and said, "More than anything, sweetie. You are my world. You know that."
You whimpered, hugging a pillow against your chest. You were hurting, and you couldn't help but to seek reassurance from him. "You won't leave me... right?" You look to him sadly.
Freddy walked over to you and knelt down, cupping your cheeks and leaning in to kiss your head. "Never. Daddy will always be here for you no matter what. You hear me?"
Nodding, you frown a bit and stare down at the floor, "Yes, but I... I'm so scared, daddy, I-I don't wanna go back there again."
"I know," He spoke softly, gently squeezing your shoulder, "And you're not going to, alright? It's over. You don't have to go back. You're here with daddy now. Everything's gonna be alright, ok?"
"Ok," You whisper.
Freddy coaxed the pillow from your arms and pulled you in for a hug, "I love you, baby. More than anything. You know that, right?"
"I love you more, daddy," You smile big, soaking up his loving attention like a sponge.
Freddy pulled away and made a goofy thinking face, his eyes squinting at you, "Mm... Couldn't possibly. Now, let's get you in bed."
Smiling in joy at your giggles, Freddy made sure to be extra gentle with you while helping you to climb onto the bed. After shutting the lights off, he climbed in with you, barely laying on his back before you were snuggling right into his side.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, wrapping an arm around you, his fingers massaging through your hair against your head.
It felt nice and had you whimpering in soothing relaxation, "Hurts..."
"It'll feel better soon, sweetie," Freddy kissed your temple and pulled a blanket over both of you.
"Please don't let those scary people take me again," You mumble into his chest, your hands shaking a bit as you fought against crying, "Please."
"No one's going to take you, (y/n)," Freddy smiled a bit, fond of your adorable little fears. "You're home now and you're with me, and I'm gonna take good care of you until you feel better, alright?"
"Ok, daddy," You say softly, seeking comfort and safety by snuggling into his chest.
Freddy covered you up and cradled you against him. It broke his heart knowing that you were in pain, but he would always be there to comfort and love you no matter what.
Bo Sinclair + Uncle Vincent and Lester
Throughout the whole day after your dad brought you home from the hospital, you had taken turns latching onto him and your two uncles. You were very clingy and emotional, endlessly seeking their comfort, security and reassurance.
At work, Lester and Bo took turns running the gas station. Right now Lester sat in the bed of his truck, reclined against the side with you curled up in his lap, a blanket covering you as you both peacefully snoozed.
"Hey, Les? Hey, wake up," Someone demanded in a whisper tone, a hand nudging his shoulder.
Lester woke up with a groan, his arms tightening around you as he creaked open his eyes. When he saw who had interrupted his beauty sleep, he pouted and shook his head, whispering, "Aw, c'mon now. Don't ya got nothin' better to do?"
"If by 'better' ya mean spendin' some time with my child? Then yeah, I most certainly do," Bo reached in to pry his brother's arms off of you, "Now get your ass in there. Mans waitin' on his transmission."
"Lester do this, Lester do that," Lester mocked quietly, sticking his tongue out and glaring at his older sibling, "'I'm a killjoy who thinks he can boss everyone 'round jus' 'cause I got cool lookin' hair'"
"You don't shut your trap, an' I'm gonna-"
"Mm, daddy?" You roused from Lester's lap, your body immediately tensing as you practically jumped upwards in fear, "Daddy? Wh-what's going on? What's happening? Y-you're not taking me back, are you? Oww..."
"Whoa, hey now," Both Bo and Lester nearly bumped heads trying to hug you.
Lester was the one who won, sitting up straight with his legs hanging over the tailgate, "Hey now, critter bug, ya can't be movin' 'round like that. You'll hurt yourself."
"That's right," Bo stood in front of you and Lester, one hand reaching out to cup your reddened face, "An' quit thinkin' we're gonna take ya back. We ain't. Your surgery is over with. Ya don't needa' be worrying yourself no more, alright?"
You were teary eyed, one hand holding your stitched up, bandaged wound as you nod. "It was jus' so scary... And it hurts."
The little crackle of sadness in your voice broke both Lester and Bo's hearts. "I know, critter, I know. But you're gonna feel better soon, ok?" Bo went to pry Lester's hands away so that he could gently hold you against his chest, "Jus' focus on daddy's heartbeat, remember? It'll make everything better."
"My heartbeat could'a worked..." Lester grumbled, crossing his arms.
You whimpered while doing as he said, your little hands holding onto his neck as your head rested against his chest. You breathed in his comforting, familiar scent and listened to his heartbeat, feeling it thud against your upper body. It felt nice. You were safe and cozy. The pain from your surgery subsided.
"I... I wanna feel Uncle Les' heartbeat too," You say.
"Awww, thought ya'd never ask," Lester grinned and went to hug you from behind, his hands going to rest on Bo's waist.
"Eh-eh, wh-whoa-wait jus' a minute-I..." Bo's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he growled in frustration, but hearing the laughter it roused from you put a small smile on his face. He loves you more than anything, (y/n), and he'll always, always be there for you.
Michael + Aunt Laurie
Ever since you got out of the hospital, you had been attached to him like velcro. Off and on you would have emotional spells, complaining about pain and how scary the experience was. Michael knew that the doctors had technically helped you, but he still kind of just wanted to, you know... Throttle them. Just a little?
Right now he was sitting on the couch with you sitting sideways on his lap. You were reclined back against his arm, your head tilted forward a bit as he held your sippy-cup to your mouth like a mother would hold a bottle of milk out for her baby. Laurie had explained to him how some children who had surgery often acted younger than what they were due to the trauma of the experience.
But Michael didn't mind babying you. In fact he really enjoyed it. It comforted you and it was extremely endearing to him- reminding him of when you were younger. So helpless, small and vulnerable. He would do anything to protect you and keep you safe.
"Mm?" You tap on your dad's hand.
Michael pulled the sippy cup away and blinked at you, wondering what was wrong.
"I'm sleepy. Can we do the jacket thing again, please?" You ask, nuzzling against his chest and mumbling, "It's been forever."
Oh yes. The 'jacket thing'. Michael nodded, setting your sippy-cup aside and going to coax you off his lap. Because of your stitches, he didn't want to carry you around too much despite every overprotective cell in his body screaming at him to keep you as close to him as possible, and he held your hand on the way to his bedroom.
Fetching the very large jacket from the closet, Michael put it on and went to lay back on the bed after helping you climb aboard. Then you went to lay on top of him, your hands looping underneath his upper arms as your face lay comfortably against his chest. Once you were situated, Michael stretched the jacket over the top of you and zipped it up most of the way, clasping you both securely together.
This was a habit Michael had started ever since you were an infant. He would use jackets to hold you close to his chest, obsessed with keeping you safe and secure at all times. He couldn't help it. He had experience with so many bad people. The thought of leaving you unguarded for even a second drove him crazy with anxiety.
"Daddy?" You murmur against his chest, "Did I do something bad? Is that why I have to hurt?"
Michael shook his head. His hands quickly went to cup your face, his fingers brushing through your hair. No. Of course not. Why would you ask something like that?
"Then why? Why did I have to-" You hiccuped, pushing yourself against him as much as you could as if he were a safety fort of pillows.
"Because you had a blockage, honey," Laurie explained as she brought you your freshly made sippy-cup and Michael a glass of water, "And some times stuff like that happens to people. It doesn't mean that you did anything bad."
Michael looked to his sister with gratitude. Gratitude that fell into irritation when she pulled her over-stuffed camera out and quickly took a picture of the two of you. "Yep, that one's going on the fridge."
Rolling his eyes, Michael brushed your face before lifting his hands to explain to you through sign-language how he was sorry that you had to go through this, but him and Laurie were right here beside you and they were going to do their best to make sure that you were taken care of.
Hannibal + Will
Will knocked on the door. Whenever it opened he was met with a sight that had his mouth gaping. Hannibal stood there, his hair messy, his tie uneven, his vest crooked, and his shoes gone. His eyes had dark circles beneath them, but even then his expression was calm and full of understanding.
"Good evening, Will. Thank you for coming," He whispered, inviting him in.
"So... It's that bad, huh?" Will whispered back, eying your sleeping figure from where it was being held against Hannibal's waist, "They okay? And-uh... Are 'you' okay?"
"The surgery went well. (y/n) was released earlier this afternoon. Aside from some discomfort and pain, they have been... 'Attached'," Hannibal chuckled fondly, turning to give your snoozing self a loving stare, "As for me? Well, I haven't used the restroom in over eight hours, give or take."
"Wow, ok," Will nodded and went to lift his arms out, "Yeah. You go use the restroom and shower if you want- probably throw in a glass or two of wine while you're at it, and I'll just-yeah, I'll just take them for a bit."
"Thank you, Will," Hannibal said gratefully, carefully transporting you over to his best friend, "Be gentle with them."
"I will," Will nodded, gently holding you against his chest and rocking you softly, "We'll be waiting for you on the couch."
"Thank you," Hannibal bowed slightly in tremendous appreciation and politely dismissed himself to go use the restroom, shower and change. Thank goodness he had Will. Will was your second favorite person besides him, and he figured that if you were to wake up then you might not mind being not-attached to him for a bit.
And it's not that Hannibal minded you being attached. Not at all. He just needed some time to get himself cleaned up properly. He couldn't do that when you refused to let go of his arm.
This whole day had been a fiasco. You were unbelievably emotional after the surgery, constantly fearing being taken back, and complaining about the pain. You were so afraid and uncomfortable that you even apologized to him and promised to never do anything bad- even though you hadn't done anything bad in the first place- just as long as he never took you back there again.
And that's why you clung to him so strongly. You sought his constant praise, reassurance and security, and he had supplied it in generous amounts. All day he had tended to your needs; feeding you, reading to you, holding you close and watching movies. Anything to make you happy.
By the time Hannibal had showered, downed some beverage and changed into something more comfortable, he walked into his living room and felt his heart get struck with warmth by what he saw.
You were sitting in Will's lap, your tired eyes calmly watching the TV as you sucked your thumb. On the table sat some take-out from one of Hannibal's favorite restaurants- obviously ordered by Will. Buh-bye midnight cooking.
Will locked eyes with him before you did, and Hannibal took the chance to quickly mouth something to him.
When you noticed him, you gasped happily and reached out for him, "Daddy!"
"Hello my little lamb, how are you feeling?" He asked, sitting in the space beside Will. He was humbled that you didn't try to get out of his lap straight away.
"Okay," You say softly, looking up at Will who leaned down and peppered playful kisses against your head, "Will said you were stinky and that you needed to potty."
"Did he?" Hannibal cocked his head at his best friend.
Will laughed in fondness. Hannibal joined him, so very appreciative of him and his support. And he was also appreciative of you for listening to him and understanding. All three of you loved each other so much. It was such a beautiful family circle.
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I doubt anyone will answer, but it's just a fun question... Are there any other slashers that you would like to see be written as a father figure?
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30k follower celebration for Hannibal Lecter please prompt 3 “I never thought I would see you again.”
.⋆。Won’t Let Go Again。⋆.
Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader
implied Hannigram x plus size reader
Moving to Baltimore was supposed to be a fresh start, to escape the ghosts of your past but a budding new friendship with an FBI profiler leads you back to the man who left you behind
Warnings: european!reader, DARK, usual Hannibal warnings (implied cannibalism, kidnapping, drugging, manipulation), childhood lovers, needles
WC: 1.2k
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
Halloween Celebration
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America confused you, everything was big and moved so quickly, you considered it a miracle that you didn’t constantly get lost. But it was such a beautiful place, especially Baltimore. The mixture of old and new architecture that lined the bay was so reminiscent of your old home but also gave you a whole new world to explore.
With a paper map in your hands, you wandered down a mostly empty street, your small heels clacking softly against the pavement. You were determined in your search for a new coffee shop to try out on your day off but so far, you have been unsuccessful. Head down and concentrated, you didn’t notice an equally distracted man walking straight in your direction.
You bowled into each other and you both fell down. You winced and the man yelped as you crashed onto the cold sidewalk. “Oh god! I am so sorry, I should’ve seen where I was going.” You apologised quickly, ignoring the way the skin of your knees burned with pain.
The man shook his head at you, causing his brown curls to tumble over his forehead. “No it’s my fault, sometimes I just wander and forget my surroundings.” He pulled himself to his feet and offered you a hand, although he would not meet your eyes.
“I suppose we are both at fault then.” You chuckled and allowed him to help you to your feet. Your long skirt fell back over your legs, concealing the small cuts on your knees. You took note of the way he made sure that you were all right before he appraised his own body for any injuries. 
He suddenly ducked down and grabbed something from a puddle on the side of the street, and when he popped back up with your now destroyed and waterlogged map, he smiled sheepishly at you. “How about I get us some coffee as a sorry for ruining your map?”
He finally met your gaze with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you had ever seen. Then his stomach growled loudly and he looked away, pink dusting over his high cheekbones. “Then let me buy some sandwiches for us both.” You offered.
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Your friendship with Will Graham was like how you viewed the states, both nostalgic and brand new, filled with mystery and comfort. You learned quickly that he was not a very reliable friend given that he frequently disappeared into cases and his own mind but he was also an incredible friend when he was around.
He showed you all of Baltimore and taught you some tricks to navigating any city so you wouldn’t get lost. And now, he was inviting you to dinner- at his therapist’s house. 
“I would hardly call this romantic, Will.” His eyes flicked to you as he reached to ring the doorbell of the townhouse in front of you.
“I never said this was going to be romantic.” He snipped but he still squeezed your hand tightly.
You rolled your eyes playfully. “You said that you were taking me to dinner somewhere nice, I assumed it was a date.”
“You’re teasing me, I don’t like when you tease me.” He muttered but you could clearly see the way the corner of his lips turned upwards in a soft smile. 
Before you could retort that he did in fact love your teasing, the door opened and the breath was sucked from your lungs. “Hannibal.”
Amber eyes widened and the careful composure he possessed, fell away. “Mylimasis.” (Beloved) Your hand went limp in Will’s hold and suddenly your vision was blurry with tears.
“I-I have to go.” But your companion held tight, his own blue eyes staring at you with an apt fascination. You could see the way his brain was ticking over, analysing each and every part of you but you refused to give anything away. “Let me leave.” 
You tried to pull from his hold and instead you were pushed into another one. Hannibal was much stronger than you remembered and he easily pulled you into his home. Will followed close behind, shutting the door with a firm slam. You would later question why he so blindly obeyed Hannibal but in the moment, you were only focused on the way your heart was breaking all over again. 
His chest was firm beneath your touch as he tugged you fully into his arms. He was older, there was no doubt about that, but the longer you looked into those golden eyes you used to know so well, the more you saw of that boy who had stolen your very soul. “My mylimasis, I never thought I would see you again.” 
Your anger flared once more, setting your veins alight with a fire you thought you had extinguished long ago. “That tends to happen when you abandon someone.” He did not even flinch at your fight.
A large, warm hand cupped your full cheek as he gazed at you just the same as he had so many years ago- you wanted to punch that look off of his face. “Even more beautiful than I remember.”
Your eyes burned with unshed tears, memories unearthing from the deep graves in your mind you had buried them in.
The first time you saw him, you didn’t think he was real. He was so beautiful he had to have been some sort of fae. His regal features practically glowed in the spring sunlight as he smiled at you. You could never clearly remember what he said to you that day in the flower fields by your small home but you did remember the feeling of his words- love, comfort, warmth.
But the day he left, his touch only brought you pain. You could still feel the way that the gravel sliced into your palms as you fell at his feet, begging him not to leave. He promised you the world yet he took the world from you. His eyes were dark, his lips turned down in a vicious sneer.
No matter how hard you tried, you could not forget the expression of pure hatred and disgust he held on that day. 
“You know her?” Will finally spoke from behind you. Hannibal finally looked away from you and to his patient who still stood awkwardly right in front of the door. 
“She is my first love.” He answered simply as you scoffed under your breath. “It seems fate brought my two loves to each other and then to me.” 
Your eyes went wide. “Let me go!” You thrashed violently but his grip never faltered. “You’re fucking crazy!” Hannibal never even acknowledged your struggle, instead nodding over your head towards his lover.
So caught up in your struggle, you didn’t hear the opening and subsequent shutting of a drawer before the heat of Will’s body drew closer and his breath tickled the back of your neck. “Don’t fight it, it will only make this worse.” His voice sounded cold and so unlike the man who would call you in the middle of the night to talk about a new stray dog he rescued.
You tried to turn your head but Hannibal firmly gripped your jaw, keeping you still. There was a pinch in your neck then warmth suddenly flooded through you. “Fuck you.” Even as your words slurred, the malice in your tone didn’t escape either man.
“Just close your eyes mylimasis, we will never let you go ever again.” The darkness swallowed you whole.
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castielsprostate · 5 months
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it's not true love if they don't try to kill each other at least five different times for different reasons
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levbolton · 10 months
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1000 years of prison to anyone that depicts your ship as a heteronormal bs instead of owning up that people can have a much wider variety of dynamics in relationships
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tears-of-the-angel · 7 months
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BAHAHA I'm sorry I just wanted to make this so much right now...
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For their pleasure
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It was a very casual way for the three of you to end the night.
Hannibal Lecter x Female Reader x Will Graham
For mature audiences only (18+)
You lie there on Hannibal’s soft bed, hands gripping the silky sheets underneath you. Your chest rising and lowering in an accelerating speed as your legs are being pushed more and more apart by Will’s hands. His head has occupied the space between your inner thighs and his palms are practically compelling you to open up yourself more to him. And you do.
Will’s tongue, with a penchant for only your and Hannibal’s taste, is dancing with your folds. He loves doing this, first gliding his face up and down against your folds, spreading the dampness all over his mouth, then waiting until you buck your hips upwards a little, begging him to direct more of his focus to your clitoris. And when he does and the tingling sensation engulfs you, he can hear the gasps and panting sounds you make which only encourage him to indulge more into your clitoris.
You whisper Will’s name outloud here and there, asking him to never stop, praying for his tongue to forever continue the dance with your swollen, reddish clitoris. When you aren’t verbally pleading your wishes, your lips are beguiled by Hannibal’s, who’s laying there next to you, on your right side.
He’s holding you, one of his arms wrapped around you, this giving you access to ever so often hide your face in his chest when Will’s tongue licks those very special spots and you feel as if your soul is going to burn out of your physical existence. Hannibal caresses your bare body, his hand fondling your breasts and his thumb circling your hardened nipples one by one.
Hannibal is enamoured by the taste of your tongue on his, how you so desperately try to keep your lips connected on him while Will’s mouth is basically blemishing your clitoris by licking and lapping it with such pressure you know for sure it’ll feel numbed for the next few days. And when you do hide your face in his chest, he lays kisses on the top of your head, letting you cry out our pleasure to his sternum.
His hand, that was previously making love to your breasts, now travels down between your legs to find Will’s brown curls. He buries his fingers in Will’s hair and pulls slightly as he looks down at him and speaks:
“Her taste is remarkably exquisite, isn’t it Will?”
Will only nods, his face pressed against your pussy, too busy to raise his head to speak. Hannibal’s gaze is back on you.
”He loves your taste. I’m not certain which one of you is actually going to be more exhausted after this.”
It’s your turn to only nod. You close your eyes and crash your lips against his.
They both love having you like this, worshipping your very being, especially in such vulnerable state. They love making a mess out of you, turning your usually well put together self into a puddle of shaking legs and sweat. They enjoy it, having such control over you, making you implore mercy, making you beg for more.
You can feel your climax getting tremendously close. It’s almost impossible for you to keep your legs still. Will grabs your thighs even harder, his fingers holding your flesh so tight it feels as if he’s about to pierce right through your skin.
You look at Hannibal desiriously, your eyes eager for an approval to finally let go. He notices this eagerness.
”Don’t hold back…” he whispers and kisses your forehead. ”…you’ve done so well.”
The praise is all you need to hear. You hide your face in Hannibal’s chest and grip his bicep for the last time. Your legs quiver around Will’s head and he uses the advantage to press your thighs stronger around his head. His tongue laps faster, relishing you.
When your arousal peaks, every part of you feels so incredibly sensitive, so indescribable. The pleasure floods over you, making your muscles frail and your senses heightened.
It’s like Will is searching for something from your pussy. Like his tongue is destined to glorify you, savour your nectars and accept them as simple blessings. And Hannibal, he feels as if it his his duty to protect you, guide you through you orgasm, witness you crumble apart because of Will’s work on the most tender part of your body.
They do this to make you feel good, to make you feel like Goddess you are to them. But more importantly, they do it for their pleasure.
While your breathing becomes steady again, your face and neck are being peppered by Hannibal’s delicate kisses and your thighs and lower stomach by Will’s. Your grip on the sheets loosens.
You look down at Will, who’s now climbing up your body, his face lustrous, covered with your fluids. You can see how mesmerized he still is and oh, how much you want to kiss him. So you sit up and do. Tasting yourself on his mouth, you playfully slide the tip of your tongue along his lower lip. He takes this as an invitation to kiss you deeper.
”I could drown in your taste”, he murmurs.
You chuckle a little, still blushing from the previous experience. You feel Hannibal’s hand on your shoulder, guiding you to lay down again since he knows how worn out you are at this point.
You lie down, your back pressed against the soft silky sheets once again. The two men are lying on your each side, laying soft kisses on your arms and chest. Looking at both of them, you utter:
”Quite a way to end the night again, hm?”
Will looks at you.
”Quite a casual way, don’t you think? Hannibal?”
Hannibal turns on his side to face the two of you, partaking in the conversation.
”Casual. Beauteous, both of you.”
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awkwardbiseggsual · 11 months
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"I want what they have 🤭🤭" but it's a cannibalistic serial killer and a righteous reckless twitchy autistic little man
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tiny-pun · 8 months
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Fool-ish
Hero, surprised: You killed that person too? When? Villian: After you’ve met them and before now. Hero, gritting their teeth: Obviously. When exactly? And why for that matter as well! Villian: A foolish reason; now that I think about it. They threatened you. To expose you. To let your little secret slip out. Hero, shocked:...
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m-o-o-n-f-i-r-e · 3 months
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my favorite type of ship is 100% the ones where they have unending love and devotion and trust for each other. would do anything for the other. would do whatever the other said without question because they know that whatever it is, their partner knows what they are doing and they would trust them with their life. they could move mountains with their love. they would kill for their love. they would do anything for their love. everyone in the room can see that they are connected on the deepest level and will never be separated. nothing can break them apart. they are always on the same level, they know every thought that goes through their lovers head. when they are in a room together they control everything that happens. when they are apart they would tear up the earth to find each other. they would kill god for their love and give gods throne to their love. that kind of love is the best shit
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voids-ideas · 20 days
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I don't want them to kiss, whatever they're doing now is much more gay
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trashpidgeon48 · 1 year
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I love ships where it’s like *perfectly “normal” person, maybe a bit traumatized, wet dog vibes, feels like no one really can see them* and *Absolutely deranged person, commits homicide on the regular, is mildly obsessed with them, is the only person who can see them* and it’s a messy toxic relationship but it’s so intriguing. Won’t end well unless they both get a lot of therapy.
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rottngdeer · 1 year
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hii first of all i love your bloodsuckers fic- i cant wait for an update! May i request some hannigram headcanons with a reader who thinks gum and cola zero is a valid meal? Thanks!:)
thank you so much :) i’m really glad that people are enjoying bloodsuckers ! currently working on the next update right now.
Parings || Hannibal Lecter x GN!Reader x Will Graham
Contents/Warnings || Mentions of food, some mentions of cannibalism, food talk, maybe angst if you squint
Authors Note || funny you asked this because i’m a gum and cola for a meal kinda person lol. doing headcannons of them separately and headcannons as poly
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Hannibal
Is obviously used to finer foods and full course meals
One night while he’s over at your house, he asks you if you’d like him to make something for the two of you
Wants to make you something fancy
You told him you had already eaten
He was confused because he hadn’t seen you eaten anything since he had gotten there
You told him that you had had some gum and coke zero
Hannibal was confused, but didn’t ask you anymore about it that night
After that night he slowly begins to make you small snacks to replace the gum
Is trying to widen your palette in general
Instinctually tries to analyse you and figure out the reasoning behind your meal choices
Will
Doesn’t really notice at first
Takes him a while to notice a lot of your habits honestly
Eventually does notice
Starts to keep more food around in his house for when you’re over
He never really asks questions
Just wants to make sure that you’re doing okay and still eating and drinking other things too
Hannigram
Will, still, will be oblivious for a while until Hannibal brings it up to him that you’re having gum for dinner
Not that Will is always the biggest fan of Hannibal’s food, he agrees that he should make some snacks for you
Hannibal is actively trying to change both you and Wills palettes anyways
Promises that there’s no meat in any of the food that isn’t regular beef or chicken— Hannibal will only eat it himself (for now)
Neither of them will judge you for any reason
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Midnight Munchies
Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader x Will Graham
Hannibal is slightly fed up with his loves, even if they are utterly adorable
Warnings: drug use (weed), implied dub-con (only because both parties were high and thus unable to properly consent), food mentions, Hannibal having to be a dad to his partners, insults against chicken nuggets, overall fluff
WC: 1.3k
Minors DNI
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Something was wrong. Hannibal shot up in bed, looking around the dark room in a panic. His amber eyes scanned the bedroom as his gut curled with anxiety. The bed was cold, much colder than it should have been considering that his two partners, both of whom ran extremely hot, should have been sleeping beside him.
Sighing, he glanced at the small clock on the bedside table, noting it was a bit past three in the morning. He gracefully slid out from between the silk sheets and grabbed his robe on the way out into the hall. He had a sneaking suspicion as to where the other two members of the large house were.
And, as always, he was right.
The lights in the kitchen were on, giggles carrying through the halls that simultaneously warmed his heart and annoyed him. They knew better than to be in the kitchen without him this late at night. He dreaded to think what they had gotten up to without his supervision. 
He creeped silently around the corner and smiled at the sight before him. Y/N was sitting on one of the ornate counters, dressed only in Will’s t-shirt as said man stood between her thick thighs, conveniently shirtless, face buried in her heavy chest as his body shook with laughter. 
A spilled bag of fries was beside them, along with what must have been a mountain of chicken nuggets and two large shakes. “Ok ok try again.” Will gasped between rounds of giggles, prompting Y/N to pick up a handful of fries and signal for the man to back up.
His back hit the counter opposite her and he unconsciously released a throaty grunt at the contact. There was a moment's pause before they were laughing hysterically. Will’s face was quickly going red with the lack of oxygen which Y/N found hilarious, making her snort and causing Will to laugh even harder. A truly vicious cycle.
Y/N was able to catch her breath first, tears still rolling down her full cheeks as she cocked back her shoulder and raised her fist while tightly clutching a handful of fries. Hannibal knew what was coming next and was already mentally preparing himself to do a full sanitisation of the kitchen in the morning. 
Will’s mouth opened as large as it could go without dislocating his jaw and readied himself.
“What do you think you’re doing, beloved?” Her entire body seized in surprise, her e/c eyes widening, exposing how bloodshot they were. 
“Nothing.” She squeaked out, shoving the hand that was full of fries behind her back, a truly noble attempt at hiding the evidence. Hannibal’s face remained stern, raising a gray eyebrow at her as if to say ‘really?’. Will slowly turned on the balls of his heels, somehow, his eyes were even more red than hers, and as Hannibal was getting a good look at the pair, both of them stank of weed and, if he wasn’t mistaken, McDonald’s.
Y/N was the one that introduced the troubled man to the effects of cannabis after a particularly rough night. Under Hannibal’s watchful eyes, they indulged and Will discovered an easy way to relax and dissociate for a while. So, it became a tradition that whenever he had nightmares or she had an awful day at her own job, they would light up and snuggle for a few hours. Evidently, they did not think to wake their third for this precise excursion.
Now that he could see Will’s bare chest, he realised how long they had been alone and high together. Huge bruises discoloured his naturally pale skin, creating a path of purple and blue all the way down to the slight pudge of his belly and going below his pajama pants. Hannibal knew from experience how frisky Y/N got when under the influence and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
“Did you two have sex?” Being as blunt as possible in this situation was the best way to go considering the two of them could weasel their way out of any confrontation, even if they were high out of their minds. Will’s face flushed a dark pink and Y/N glanced away, embarrassed. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”
“Noooo, we just made out a bit.” She squirmed on the counter.
“Somehow I do not believe you, my precious.” Hannibal strode into the kitchen with all the confidence in the world, his maroon robe billowing behind him like a cape. He easily took the slightly shorter man into his arms, tangling his long fingers in his curls as Will nuzzled into his neck, sighing happily. 
“It’s true!” She protested and jumped from her perch, landing quite gracefully considering her state, and launched herself at the doctor, apparently also needing to be held. Will was easily moved to his left side as he extended his right arm to accommodate her. Will nodded against Hannibal’s shoulder, trying to back up her statement.
“Even if it is true, you two know better than to smoke without my supervision, you could’ve gotten hurt.” He felt their simultaneous frowns against his skin. “And I could have cooked for you so you didn’t have to eat such horrific food.”
“Hey!” “Don’t insult chicken nuggets like that!” They shouted at the same time, making Hannibal wince at their volume. The pair attempted to pull away, greatly outraged by a slight against their beloved food. But the older man held firm, squeezing them closer to his lean body.
Y/N gave up her struggle first, her soft arms winding around his thin waist, relenting to his affection. Will, however, was far more angry and managed to wiggle away. “Chicken nuggets are the foundation of this country. Every restaurant you go to has them!”
“Yes, I know dear. You order them every time we go out together.” Hannibal conceded, earning him an approving nod from the profiler and a kiss against the juncture of his neck and shoulder from the younger woman. “Now come along, you can tell me more about how great they are in bed.”
Holding out his hand, Will took it without a fight, and dutifully followed his partner like the little duckling he was. 
It was easy enough to get the inebriated pair into bed given the promise of Hannibal ‘taking care of them’. But keeping them there was another story. He left briefly to the en suite bathroom to fetch them each a glass of water and when he came back, both were gone, having wandered off into the large walk-in closet to critique his choice of wardrobe.
By the time he got them back into bed, tucked under the thin covers this time, their shared alarm was only about 3 minutes away from turning on and forcing them to get up. Slightly exasperated, the good doctor switched off the damn thing, knowing that his troublesome partners would not function properly today, he decided that taking one day of sick leave would be appropriate.
Will and Y/N tangled together in the center of the mattress, gripping each other tightly as their eyes grew heavy with sleep. Their foreheads were connected, keeping their faces close enough together that their lips brushed. “Is there room in there for me?” Hannibal teased, sliding into bed behind Will.
“No.” Came the muffled reply from Y/N.
“And why not?” 
“Cause you were mean to the chicken nuggets.” Will continued, shuffling closer to Y/N.
“I am truly sorry for that.” He said almost sarcastically, expecting Will to retort but was met with silence. Looking over his broad shoulder, Hannibal smiled. They were fast asleep.
Wrapping a long arm around both of them, he himself settled back into the soft pillows and joined them.
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Hi! I dont really now how requests work so I’m so sorry for any mistakes!! I was wondering if u could do a Hannibal x fem(or gn) reader where she gets kidnapped and he finds out and saves her(but she’s injured). Heavy angst to pure fluff!!
PS: I couldn’t find if ur requests r closed or open so if they are closed rn I’m so sorry!!!🌷🌷🌷🌷
A/N; Hi! Thank you for this request i hope you'll like it. Sorry for any typos. Enjoy! Let me know what you think :)
Warnings; Kidnapped reader, injuries etc.
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When she woke up from her nightmare her head was hurting her like a bitch.. only her nightmare was real. She was trapped in a basement, the last thing she remembered was that someone broke into her house and hit hear head, she was cooking dinner when the attacker came, her plan was to have Hannibal over for dinner, to thank him for helping her etc. She wanted to impress him so bad.. but now she was in a dark basement and her hands and feet were tied. She had to take deep breaths to calm herself in order to make logical desicions. The door of the basement was opened and soon her attacker hit the light, it was yellow and hurt her eyes, ''Rise and shine sweetheart.'' a man's voice was heard, ''Why am I here?'' she asked trying her best to not freak put, the man had a mask and he was wearing an expensive suit, he came close to her, holding a knife, obviously trying to scare her, ''You're just a pawn in my game little dove. It's your boyfriend I want.''
''Boyfriend? I don't have one, sorry.'' she rolled her eyes, what was he talking about?!
''Aww you haven't realized? Doctor Lecter is quite smitten by you. Even a blind person could see that.''
Well, she wasn't sure but she had been feeling a strange pull towards him, recently they've been seeing each other, bumping into each other, it was as if Hannibal was just standing where ever she goes... or was it not a coincidence?
When Doctor Hannibal Lecter walked into her apartment the door was wide open, only sound he could hear was the stove cooking something, he silently walked in, didn't close the door just in case if he had to run. Turns out, there was no one except the broken plates, he turned off the stove with his gloved hands and picked up the small piece of paper on the kitchen table.
''Come find us Doctor Lecter...''
This must be about the latest case Hannibal has been helping the FBI with, a murderer was loose, killing young women and dropping them in the forest, his heart skipped an awful beat when he thought of the possibility that his Y/N is being killed... if he alarmed the FBI Y/N most likely would be dead in a couple hours so he had to be alone on this case.
He quickly drove to the place where he had suspicions of, there was an abandoned house close to one of the victim's body, of course the FBI searched but couldn't find anything but Hannibal had to try and find her.
Meanwhile Y/N was on the ground, her right side hurt, ''If you let me go I won't tell anyone... please..'' she had to give..
The tall man with the mask laughed, punched her lower stomach, she coughed up blood. ''Shut up before I cut your face.''
She didn't dare to say anything else.
After a while the masked man went upstairs and she heard some noises, like two people fighting and then a gun shot... she almost jumped from the ground and started to pray to any god that's out there. Her back was turned to the door this time so she couldn't see anyone, but familiar footsteps approached to her.
She looked up to see Hannibal with few bruises on her beautiful face, he left a relieved sigh, ''I was so worried Y/N...'' he knelt to free her hands and feet, they felt numb. Hannibal started to rub her hands quickly, ''Hannibal,'' he wasn't hearing her, ''Hannibal,'' she stopped her, looked with her dove eyes, ''I'm fine.''
''No,'' he lifted her chin to take a good look at her face, ''I should've tortured that man thing before killing her. How dare he?!'' he was actually talking to himself than talking to her but she didn't mind, she was happy that he came to rescue her... for once in her life she had someone who would choose her.
Hannibal lifted her and carried her outside, ''You'll be living with me from now on. Understood?'' he asked with a dominant tone, ''Yes Doctor.'' she said sarcastically and it made them both laugh.
She had a new home and someone to spend her life with.
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