#the hannibal family

[charliedawn]

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

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

"Do you know this man ?"

Morgan Hannibal Lecter :

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

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

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

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

One of the officers groaned while the other smiled.

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

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

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

A few minutes later :

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

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

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

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

Kevin Hannibal Lecter:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter Hannibal Lecter :

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

"I am sorry. Who is this ?"

The agents looked at each other before sighing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hannibal Jr. Lecter :

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

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

"This is it, my love."

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

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

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

"I love you."

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

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

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

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

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

Hannibal Sr. Lecter :

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

You couldn’t do it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He turned another page with a malicious smirk.

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

[rocktheholygrail]

2x04 || 3x09

#teaching their daughter important life skills like how to fish and how to fake her own murder

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

Hannibal/ Addams Family crossover where Hannibal is distantly related to Morticia and has tea with the family often

Morticia: Hannibal are you alright? You seem....conflicted

Hannibal: Will sent someone to kill me

Morticia: Oh that's wonderful!

Gomez: Stupendous!

Morticia: What's there to feel conflicted about?

Hannibal: I wish Will would attempt to kill me himself. And he practically seduced the man! Why won't he seduce me into killing someone for him?

Morticia: Because you framed and imprisoned him, dear-

Gomez: Remember when you framed me for that double homicide?

Morticia: -As if I could ever forget how you looked during your questioning. You mustn't be upset with the man for using the tools at his disposal. If he is trying to kill you, then he is thinking of you. Who cares what methods are used as long as it comes from the heart.

Hannibal: You're right as always, cousin

[sillylittleg00ber]

AWWWW WHY R THEY SO SCRUMDILLYUMPTIOUS 🥹

[mistikfir]

1X09 "Trou Normand"

[cannibalovers]

contemplating life

[agoraphobiaismyname]

WAIT- I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING

There were a series of experiments performed 1958 (because Psychological studies used to be FUN back in the day before MORALS and NOT FUCKING YOUR TEST SUBJECTS UP became important to people) by Harry Harlow. The experiments are commonly known as the Wire Mother vs Cloth Mother.

In experiment #1:

They would separate infant Rhesus monkeys at birth from their mothers.

And place them in a cage with two surrogate mothers.

A wire mother who provided nourishment.

And a cloth mother who provided physical contact.

The monkey would spend the majority of the time with the Cloth Mother even if they didn't provide anything meaningful beyond contact. They would be braver with the Cloth Mother present, they would explore more. When confronted with a frightening object they would take refuge with the Cloth Mother.

I love the Murder Family concept as much as the next deranged autistic weirdo on this website but let's be honest. Will was never going to make a good Father. As much as he wanted a connection he couldn't bring himself to form one with the kid served up on a silver platter to him.

Will was the Wire Mother. He would have provided for Abigail, taught her appropriately but never be there for her emotionally like she would have needed.

Hannibal was the Cloth Mother. He didn't really care about Abigail. She was a means to an end. He provided comfort but nothing else, not at least what we would consider as appropriate nourishment.

[iconsumethesoulsofthedamned]

I am currently obsessed with the idea of Abigail being a little bit younger than cannon and making sad kid drawings of them.

[af-queerart]

Domestic Intimacy

Colored Pencils 2023

I love thinking of Hannibal and Will in their home intimacy. Hannibal wakes up and puts on his elegant robe (because he is elegant even when he sleeps and wakes up) and Will is wearing his classic white t-shirt. Hannibal kisses him to start the day and then goes to the kitchen to finish making breakfast. ( Prints available on my shop. Link in my IG and X Bio )

[sabellart]

the Graham-Lecter family portrait

[hannigramslesbianhusband]

POV Hannibal suggested will (with encephalitis) try to write a poem; it can be therapeutic. This is what he wrote

[charliedawn]

Hiya Charlie! I missed ya! I’ve been busy with college. I finally changed my major to American history and I’m happier.

Anyway I have a request for you! Idk if you do AUs or anything, but I thought it’d be fun. How about a Hannibal royal family au? I’ve been reading a lot about knights and princes and princesses lately, and this idea wouldn’t leave my brain!

have a lovely day Charlie!

ROYAL HANNIBAL FAMILY AU:

You were but a villager.

In no way were you expected to attend any royal ceremony or to even set foot into the palace…but, you had still received a letter one morning—inviting you to the castle. You had believed in a hoax at first—a joke. Or maybe even a mistake. But, the letter had your name on it—written in pretty cursive.

You were hence invited to the castle of the royal family. Once confirmed, you began to be frightened. Many rumours went about that place…And some of them were gruesome.

Tales of man-eating monsters and bloodthirsty creatures hiding within the castle.

You didn’t know why you had been invited—but you knew that you had no choice but to accept the invitation or some misfortune might befall on you. You hence stepped within the walls of the dark castle where many had stepped in before—only to never return…

You knew you ought to bring a gift for the family, and hence chose to pluck flowers from your garden and bring them with you—hoping they would be enough to change your destiny.

HANNIBAL SR. THE KING:

Fleur de Lys.

For the king, you had brought magnificent fleurs de lys—the royal flower. It was said to bring peace and prosperity to a kingdom. You entered the throne room and sure enough, here was his majesty the king. Your knees started shaking as you made your way into the throne room and bowed deeply before none other than King Hannibal Lecter. His eyes seemed to bore into yours and he didn’t talk for a moment—until his eyes landed on the flowers.

"…Are those for me ?" He asked and you nodded before taking a step forward.

"Yes, my king." To your utter surprise, king Hannibal himself stood up and walked down the stairs of his throne to you. He then took the flowers in his hands and smiled.

"…Ah. Fleur de Lys. How thoughtful. A worthy gift. Such a lovely one at that." His eyes looked down at the unfortunate creature who had come into his castle for the sole purpose of being hunted.

"Tell me, my dear child. Why bring me flowers ?"

He was genuinely curious and you smiled before slowly looking back up at him.

"You and your family have been protecting this land and our way of life for as long as I can remember. And I knew that if I was to meet a king, then I was to bring a gift to show my gratitude as to this unexpected invitation."

Hannibal Sr looked at the villager curiously. It was rather odd. No villager had ever brought a gift with them before…But, it wasn’t unwelcome. He smiled. It was even quite touching in a way…He gave the flowers to a servant for them to put them in a vase. He then looked back down at the villager.

"What is your name, child ?" He asked—his voice authoritative and loud enough to echo all around the throne room like thunder.

"…Y/N. My king." You replied before looking up at him and he smiled as he looked at you curiously. You were intriguing. He hummed before returning to his throne to sit back down.

"How about I offer you a job, Y/N ? Would you like that ? Would you consider to work under my service ?" He asked and your eyes widened at the offer.

"Sir…I would love nothing more."

And just like that, you had now been hired by the royal family as a servant. And for the first time, the villagers saw one of their own return to the village. You quickly packed your bags and left—unaware the fate that you had miraculously escaped.

HANNIBAL JR. THE PRINCE REGENT:

Roses.

When you approached the gates, you could already see the guards staring at you with knowing smirks. You gulped. They seemed to know something about the purpose behind your visit and the way they looked at you made you involuntarily shiver…You looked at the roses in your hands. Perhaps your gift would spare you punishment, or even death ? You shook your head at the dark thoughts plaguing your mind before stepping inside and making your way to the throne room…You were expecting to meet with the king.

But instead, the Prince Regent was sitting there—his piercing gaze staring at you intensely as you approached.

"M-My prince…" You greeted him politely before bowing respectfully before him.

"…I was made aware that you had a gift for me, is that correct ?" He asked and you bowed your head deeply before offering the roses to his gaze.

"Yes, my prince. Roses." He scoffed before standing up to look at the roses closely.

"I have many roses within my kingdom, why would you bother bringing me such a gift ?" You stayed completely still and didn’t know how to answer.

"I…I just thought that his majesty would appreciate them. I have grown them myself and I thought that you would be able to appreciate a gift as this one because I heard you valued hard work and dedication. I only wished to prove myself to you."

Hannibal Jr smirked before grasping your chin and slowly tilting it up to look into your eyes.

"Very well…And what can you do for me then, little flower ?"

You started thinking about it before replying confidently.

"…Anything you want, my prince."

He studied your answer and smiled as his eyes didn’t leave yours for a second. He finally released your chin and seemed pleased by your answer.

"Anything you say ? Interesting."

Maybe…Would he keep that one ?

MORGAN HANNIBAL THE FIRST PRINCE: Pansies

Once you had entered, you followed your instincts to give you the path to the throne room, as no one seemed to be around to guide you. You started walking until you reached a magnificent door with lovely gold patterns. You thought it was the throne room and opened the door—only to end up in a library. You looked around curiously. The village didn’t have books such as these—not as many anyway…And besides, only a lucky few knew how to read. And they didn’t share their knowledge unless they were paid…

Then, your eyes landed on a book that was open on the table. You knew you better haste and find the throne room before your time was up but…Curiosity got the best of you and you slowly made your way to the book. You hoped there would at least be pictures for you to look at…Once close enough, you looked at the pages and found it rather curious to find the illustrated representation of a rabbit wearing a waistcoat and holding a pocket watch…How curious.

As the pages were flipped, more incongruous and confusing characters came in, all the more interesting as the pages went along…You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of a smiling purple cat. You then wondered who that book might well belong to ?

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you and before you could turn around—you felt the hand of a stranger at the back of your neck and forcing you to remain in the same position…bent over the book.

"…Do you like it ?" He asked—his voice merely a whisper in your ear and you gulped as you started becoming nervous.

"I…I didn’t mean to look at it. I am sorry, sir. Please. Forgive me."

He tsskd in disapproval before digging his fingers into your skin.

"Answer my question, little mouse…or your last words will be the apology."

And with that threat, your tongue started working on its own.

"Y-Yes. I like it. I love the pictures and the funny animals. I just…I would just like to understand more. I have trouble understanding the story. I am sorry."

He hummed behind you before sitting down next to you. That is when his face came into view and your eyes widened as you recognised the first prince…You wished to escape—but his grip hadn’t loosened as he took the book and opened it on the first page.

To your utter shock, he started reading it to you. His voice was cold, but poised and rich like cinnamon and melted sugar…After a while, you decided it was best to just listen and enjoy the privilege of being read to. You didn’t even notice when his grip on you finally loosened completely and he instead started circling the side of your throat with his thumb—seeking your pulse and wondering if you were afraid.

He searched for fear. He found none…His eyes settled on the flower pot you had brought with you…pansies. You had brought pansies to the castle and he held back a laugh before continuing reading to you.

You had no idea of the fate awaiting you.

KEVIN HANNIBAL THE MIDDLE PRINCE: Daffodils.

"HELLO, PRECIOUS !" You were stunned when the doors of the castle opened wide and none other than Prince Kevin came out with a big grin on his face. "Come in, luv’. Make yourself at home !"

He took your hand and before you could as much as let out a squeak of protest…You were already in. He dragged you all the way to—what you assumed to be—his bedroom. It was a great room with all the luxury one could afford…but what truly struck you wasn’t the fine furniture and incredible gold, silver and emerald green designs worthy of such a man…No.

It was the paintings.

Hundred of them. They were covering the walls and for a simple villager, it was like walking inside a great museum. You had never seen so many paintings, or even held a brush before. But, you couldn’t but to marvel facing all those reproductions of people you had met, people you had never met, places you had seen and other unseen…It put into perspective all the things you knew and didn’t in such a beautiful way.

The prince remained silent—observing you with a slight tilt of his lips. He was holding back a smile as he saw the admiration in your gaze…The middle prince was foreign by what the rumours said about him—from a country far away surrounded by water and where dark creatures resided. But, his smiling face was a complete contrast with what you thought your first meeting with royalty would be.

"Not bad, eh ?" He asked and his accent rolled off his tongue in such a way that it inwardly made you smile for some reason.

"Those are…incredible, my prince." He chuckled at your compliment before looking down at the flowers in your hands.

"Are those for little old me ?" Before you could answer, he took the flowers from you and smiled at the daffodils. He then did something unexpected and threw the flowers on his bed. You were about to ask the reason before he wordlessly guided you to the bed and laid you down carefully. He then started placing the flowers all around your head—as if putting together an art piece. When he was finished, he smiled.

"Don’t move." He then quickly grabbed brushes, colours and a canvas to start painting. You didn’t dare move as he put himself to work and silent fell all around you—except for the occasional sounds of the careful strokes of his paintbrush on the canvas and your breathing. After a while, you dared to glance at the prince and observe him as he worked. He was…quite handsome. His eyelids lowered and his eyes focused on his work. You didn’t know the reason for your summoning, but you would have never thought it was to be the model for the prince’s next art piece.

Suddenly, his eyes met yours and he smiled knowingly—for a moment resembling his own art in the perfection of his traits.

You smiled back.

PETER HANNIBAL. THE YOUNGEST PRINCE: Sunflower.

Peter was bored. His father and brothers were all busy with their duties and he wasn’t allowed outside the wall of his room. He sighed and was staring out his window. He wished for a friend…a friend to come and cure his boredom. And as if his prayers had finally been answered, someone entered his room—someone new. He had first expected Morgan or Kevin, but his eyes lit up when he realised that it was someone he had never seen before…

"Oh. My apologies. I…I am afraid I am a bit lost."

His mouth was about to speak up when they landed on the sunflower in your hand instead. A sunflower ? You had brought a sunflower ? He stared at it and you noticed. You smiled before giving it to him. He was surprised, but smiled at the gift that he eagerly received and stared at…

"Could you please tell me the direction of the throne room ?" They asked with an incredibly sweet voice and Peter was stunned for a few seconds. The throne room ? No…So, they were the next meal ? The next one to be served as dinner for his family ? He looked them up and down and in a matter of seconds—took a decision. He stood up and went to the door to lock it. He then remained with his back facing you for a while before slowly turning back towards you with the biggest grin on his face.

"C-Could you play a game with me ? Just the two of us ?" You blinked twice in astonishment at his request before chuckling nervously.

"Hum…I am not sure, my prince. I think I ought to go to the throne room now before I arrive late…"

"Just one. PLEASE !" He pleaded and you knew that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so you smiled and nodded in agreement. "Sure. What is the game then, my prince ?"

He giggled and his face got closer to you before he replied:

"Listen to me and do everything I say or…you die." You were taken aback for a moment before you huffed a nervous laugh.

"…What ?"

Suddenly, his jovial smile disappeared—replaced by darkness in his eyes.

"You heard me. Do as I say or…my papa and my brothers will find you and eat you. But, I can keep you safe. I can help you. All you have to do is promise to be my friend !" At that last part, he grinned again and you knew better than to ignore such words. They were no laughing matter—especially that you knew you hadn’t been the first to be summoned and to never return. You realised that he wasn’t kidding and you gulped. What choice did you have ?

You bowed.

"Yes. Thank you, my prince."

His grin widened before he hugged you tightly.

"You and I…we’re gonna be best friends. You’ll see. And I’ll love you and you’ll love and it is gonna be so great ! You’ll see…"

Indeed, you would…

You thought before a petal of the sunflower fell to the floor.

[rocktheholygrail]

Hannibal (2013-2015)

1x01 || 3x02 || 3x07

#when you literally try to invent time travel to fix your past mistakes and bring your family back together

[a-small-safe-place]

New Addition

Platonic!Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham w/ Child!Reader

You knocked on the door of the large house Hannibal had picked out for him and Will to live in. It was out of the way from the town, so it was odd to receive a knock. Luckily, it was Will that answered rather than Hannibal. The other kids in town said the men who lived in this house liked to kidnap badly behaving girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel. But this man didn’t seem scary. He seemed nice as he scolded their dogs for running out of the house.

“Hello, mister, I’m selling chocolate-covered pretzel sticks for my school and wanted to see if you would like to buy one?” You asked, trying to sound confident but sounding shaky instead. He didn’t seem to mind; he seemed happy you were there. “I happen to love chocolate-covered pretzels, but my husband thinks they are too simple to be a good treat. Let’s see what flavors you have.” He begins looking through the flavors you brought when his husband, Hannibal, silently walks up behind the other man. “Who is this?” He asks Will.

“Oh, this is… uh…” You stop him and introduce yourself and again explain why you are there. “This is quite a ways away from the town; surely you did not walk all the way here.” Hannibal questions. “No, sir, I rode my bike. I knew there were a few houses out this way, and I was determined to visit.”

Your determination pleases Hannibal but slightly concerns him. You’re an innocent child. You can’t be out riding your bike on these secluded roads. Will quits digging in the pretzel box, “I have to go get dog food anyway; I could bring you back to town. We will take the whole box of your pretzels since you came all this way out here.” Hannibal seems mildly annoyed by this. You remember that Will said Hannibal thinks they are too simple. Will leaves you alone with Hannibal to grab some cash. “Would you like to step inside? You’ll get sick out there.” Hannibal asks. You gratefully step in. “Your home is pretty.” You observe, earning a soft approving smile from Hannibal.

“Thank you, not many people your age appreciate style. Though you don’t seem like many people your age.” After he finishes talking, you try to stay quiet, and finally, Will returns, giving you the money for your entire box of pretzels. “Now I’m heading into town; would you like a ride?” Will offers. “Yes, please.” You tell him.

The ride back is quiet until he begins to talk. “Most kids avoid our house for their fundraisers. Do you know why?” You glance nervously, “I think it’s just too far.” It’s an obvious lie. “You don’t have to worry about being polite. I know there’s probably a crazy rumor about Hannibal and me.” You stay silent, but the silence is too loud to handle, “All the kids think you and Dr. Lecter like to kidnap and girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel.”

“Well, maybe that’s why I needed all those sweet pretzels, so Dr. Lecter and I could finish building our cottage made of candy.” He seems a little sad at the revelation of this rumor. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said anything.” He smiles and says, “Don’t worry about it. You could make it up to me by telling me how this rumor got started.”

“One of the boys that graduated high school last year told his little brother that he broke into your home on a dare and found human meat in the freezer, but he couldn’t go to the police because he was trespassing and he was high.” You finish explaining. Will smiles a bit, but it has a nervous edge this time, “Do you think we eat bad girls and boys?” You think about it, “no, because you had a bunch of times where you could have killed and eaten me.”

“Are you a bad kid?” Will asks teasingly. “I don’t know. I get in trouble sometimes. My house is in town away, in a trailer park.” Will knew which trailer park. It was “the bad part of town” he knew because he saw the crime statistics for that area and the number of times the cops are called out there. He had seen them the few times he and Hannibal helped with the local law. Hannibal had gotten close with the town’s political figures, and Will had basically been made into an honorary detective with the law enforcement. This town was corrupt to its core, but it was away from the prying eyes of the FBI, and it’s the only place Hannibal and Will could agree on geographically. Will’s only stipulation was that there were good places to fish.

Eventually, you make it to the trailer. Will waits until you make it inside. He cannot help but think about Abigail. He could have had a potential family with Hannibal if things had gone correctly. He was happy with Hannibal and the dogs, but something about you made him want more.

Weeks pass, and he does not bring the topic up to Hannibal. Little did he know Hannibal had been keeping an extra close eye on you. He did it under the guise of getting more pretzels for Will and then special ordering one of the unique flavors that you did not have so he could come back around to "check on the order." Will finds this all out when you see him in the store and give him the order Hannibal had placed.

"That kid from the other day gave me the order you placed," Will says placing the box on the table. "I thought you hated junk food."

"I do; they were a surprise for you. You seem to have taken a liking to the child." Hannibal observes. "They're a good kid. They kind of remind me of Abigail." The room becomes silent for a second too long. Hannibal hates it when Will brings up Abigail. "You seem to like the kid too. You went out of your way to find them to order the pretzels when there were plenty of easier options to order from." Hannibal knows he has been caught.

"They're a well-behaved child, very polite. Like Abigail." Hannibal says somewhat pointedly. "Have you thought about us expanding our family? Not with another dog, but with a human?" Hannibal asks before Will has time to respond to the first statement.

"I hadn't, and then that kid came knocking at the door, and since then, it is all I can think about. But I don't want any kid. Our kid from the trailer park seems to be the best fit; it has to be them." Will explains, hoping that Hannibal will understand.

"Then so be it; they will be our child for us to protect," Hannibal says as if this is a normal conversation.

As the two men begin to work on a plan to add you to their family, their fatherly love for you grows more into fatherly obsession. You're their kid; no one gets to hurt you. Once you're safe and comfortable in their home, no one but them will get to be around you until they know you love them just as much. Hannibal wastes no time putting your room together with all of your favorite things. They were going to make your room the same way it is in the trailer until Hannibal saw the state of your room and became disgusted by the idea of that kind of room being in his expensive house.

Will tries to make a plan to make your transition to their house easier. He finds all kinds of games and activities you are sure to love, even the ones that Hannibal is convinced are bad for your growing brain.

[dreamed-itself-waking]

[leon-0069]

just started watching hannibal i think this show is going to change the trajectory of my life for both the better and worse