#yandere will graham x reader

[differentlovelover]

I would never hurt you

Hannigram x reader

A/n:I'm finishing up this show and I just adore these two characters alot- I mean who doesn't love them?!!!

Prompt- reader got a glimpse of Hannibal's actual meat he cooks. Will and Hannibal having to calm her down easing her mind.

Cw: mentions of frozen body part,cussing, breakdowns,passing out

You find yourself wondering how you really got into this situation. You Hannibal and will are now living together and now you three are in a polyamorous relationship as well. Well for starters you and will met from the murder of your ex boyfriend, you soon grew a interest in him only because of his psychic powers you called it at first but he was more then that. Soon he asked you if you needed therapy for the trauma and that's how you met Hannibal! The rest is History really. But today was the day your realized...do I actually know my lovers?

You found yourself mopping then you got to the door. The door Hannibal told you don't worry about nor touch because it's his private room. You looked around then at the door as you reached in the lamp next to it and get the key out then opens the door. You walk in to look around as you see a freezer and some cutting instruments too. You walk over as you look at it carefully then at the freezer as you open it and pick up the packet. You stare at it in fear as you drop it and back up fast to run out only to run into Hannibal's chest face first "what are you doing in here Y/n?" His calm face stayed put but his eyes glimpse of anger. You look up at him as you shake your head panicking as you run past him and out the room.

"y/n let's talk about this darling what did you see?" Hannibal followed after you. You shakily go into the study "w-will w-we need to go! Please I'm begging you!" You cry to him as you grab his hand. He narrows his eyebrows "what? What happened" he stands "h-he has h-he has a heart-" you blinked as you look behind you to see him. Will sighs "y/n..hey hey" he pulls you into his arms caressing your head. Hannibal looked at will then at you as he observed. "I know your scared y/n..but why would he hurt you after all this time?" Will raised his eyebrow. You look at him as you mumble "w-what?" "I mean come on" he sighs gently wiping your tears "he would of been killed you." "W-will I dont-' i- don't understand?" You shake your head. He mumbles "how about you rest and we will talk when your more calm" he nods at hannibal.

You turn as Hannibal grabs you and push a cloth over your face. You fight it until the sleep takes over you. Hannibal stares down at you as he sighs gently "to soon darling."Hannibal says as Will walks over and rubs your cheek gently. He picks up your legs as Hannibal lays you down in there shared bed. Hannibal looked over at you as you rested. Will mumbles "she will be okay. I'm sure she would understand..just like Abigail did" he watched you as you layed there. Hannibal nods gently looking down at you as he rubs your cheek.

"I would never hurt you."

[6lostgirl6]

Can you do an headcanon about Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Yandere Will Graham x Reader,please? (Poly relationship)

Yandere!Hannigram HCs

TW: yandere-trope, kidnapping, forced-cannibalism, Stockholm Syndrome 

Mentioned previously in Will’s yandere headcanons, he would feel extremely guilty about the obsessive feelings and dark thoughts he had of you. 

Hannibal is quit the opposite, he doesn’t see anything wrong with what he feels and doesn’t mind doing anything he can to make sure they had you. 

Therefore, Hannibal would heavily influence Will and encourage his obsession. Will’s guilty conscious would practically melt away quicker than if he wasn’t in a relationship with Hannibal already.

Telling him that it was natural and keeping the one you love locked away is simply because you want to make sure they were safe.

And there's nothing wrong with wanting your loved ones saved, correct?

With Will taking pictures of you while stalking you and Hannibal keeping notes about you, they basically make their own little (y/n) scrapbook.

They would team up when it's finally time to kidnap you and bring you to their home.

Hannibal is not afraid man-handling you if things went south. If you struggled or fought against them, he would quickly take you down.

Will still feels guilty of the bruise you had on your head. He hates having you hurt, especially when it's caused by him and his husband.

Hannibal's love languages are gift giving and quality time but that doesn't mean that he cannot be affectionate.

Even though Will is the most affectionate between the two, however, Hannibal is more subtle about it.

Lingering touches and quick forehead kisses are Hannibal's way of displaying affection.

Will would feel horrible about giving you punishments when you try slipping away.

Therefore, Hannibal would be the one in charge of disciplining you properly.

Most of them would be spankings and no, he is not gentle about it.

Will would definitely comfort you afterward while Hannibal would leave the two of you alone to make dinner.

Will would pull you close and whisper softly in your ear, stroking your hair while you sobbed into his shoulder.

Speaking of which, you will be following Hannibal's diet.

Will has gotten used to it already by this time, but he didn't want you traumatized by you seeing Hannibal cook.

Therefore, you are not allowed in the kitchen until everything is done.

Hannibal wouldn't tell you that you were consuming human flesh.

He's smart and knows that you would be more than freaked out if you found out the hard way.

However, he wouldnt deny it if you began to grow suspicious.

After being in captivity for almost a year, you have finally developed Stockholm Syndrome.

Hannibal and Will would be thrilled when you finally began returning their love.

However, Hannibal would know that it's simply because you have nobody else to be around and you were simply adapting to your situation.

He wouldn’t like it that you weren't naturally and truly in love with them but he would make do.

Will wouldn’t care.

They finally have your love and that's something he wouldn't waste.

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[aphroditelovesu]

Hi! I don't know if you are taking any requests, if you don't, just ignore this

Can you do headcanons of platonic yandere hannibal (2013 TV show) with a darling that looks like abigail hobbs? Can you add will Graham as well? Thank you!

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❝ 🍽 — lady l: I should have posted this yesterday but it ended up not being possible as a practical class in the laboratory, but here it is! I hope you like it, anon. Forgive me for any mistakes and good reading!! ❤️🥰

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, manipulation, kidnapping, forced cannibalism and mention of death.

❝🔎pairing: platonic yandere!hannigram x gender neutral!reader.

After everything that had happened between them and Abigail, Hannibal and Will had no plans on trying to care for someone else anytime soon, if ever. They were starting their life together after Red Dragon and in a calm place where there was no danger of being found by the FBI when they met you.

When Hannibal and Will first met you, they initially kept a cautious distance. Still reeling from the events with Abigail, they were reluctant to make room for someone else in their lives. However, over time, you proved to be a comforting and intriguing presence. It didn't help that you remembered her in some ways. Maybe it was your looks or your personality, but they couldn't help but find it refreshing and bizarre at the same time how much you reminded them of her.

As the days passed, you showed a unique understanding of the complexities of the human mind, something that fascinated them deeply. Your calm presence and ability to adapt to your surroundings intrigued them. Will felt comfortable around you, something few people had the ability to do and Hannibal found himself drawn to the way you thought more and more.

Your presence brought a sense of normalcy to them, something they had long lost. You brought a good feeling to them, something they had lost along the way. It was Hannibal who convinced Will to "adopt", to bring you to live with them. Will, although a little reluctant to take you away from your family, eventually accepted. That was how you became part of their family and they had no intention of letting you go.

Hannibal was the one who brought you in and Will covered for him. Although they wanted to make you part of their twisted family in a "normal" way, plans quickly changed. The initial plans were to get close to you and manipulate you, make you hate your family so that you would realize that they were the only ones who could truly care for you.

But when it became clear that you didn't seem to respond to the manipulations, they decided to take another course of action. During one night when you were walking alone, much to their disapproval, Hannibal quickly knocked you out and brought you with him. You would finally be safe with them. Will placed you on the bed prepared for you, covering you as he tended to your sleep.

You would have to accept your place quickly or there will be consequences. Hannibal is a psychiatrist, he knows that what they did can inflict trauma on you and he will be patient with you for as long as you need, but if you are too stubborn or don't respond to the mandatory therapy he will give you, he is not against using other means to make you accept your place.

Hannibal will try to be patient with you and he will, will tolerate stubbornness to a certain extent, as he understands that it may be due to the stress of being taken away from your old life, but if you are too stubborn and even rude, he will have to teach you good manners. Hannibal does not tolerate rude people at all.

Will is more compassionate towards you, he knows and understands that it may be difficult for you to accept this new reality, so he will try to be understanding with you and he is. Will will always be by your side and although it seems like a kind action to him, in reality it becomes overwhelming. There will be no privacy, because he wants to be close to you and he believes he is helping you by not letting go of you.

He will try to cheer you up, spoiling you and even making you escape punishments that Hannibal might try to apply to you. Will is no saint, but he cares about you, a lot, and he doesn't want to see you hurt, whether physically or emotionally, so he will try to help you as much as he can. But he has his limits and if you don't cooperate, Will won't interfere with Hannibal's punishments.

As the days passed, you found yourself trapped in this new reality, surrounded by Hannibal and Will, each with their own motivations and methods. Hannibal, with his sharp and manipulative mind, tried to shape your perception of the world and your own identity, while Will, with his peculiar empathy, sought to comfort you amid the chaos that had become your life. It wouldn't be long before you gave in to Hannibal's manipulations, he'll be sure of that.

They like to think that they are great parents to you, better than your family ever was. Hannibal and Will love to spoil you and take care of you, the former being the one who buys you the most material things and the latter being quite clingy. Do you want something absurdly expensive and ridiculous? You got it, but only if you are a good child to them.

You will follow the Hannibal diet and there are no arguments about it. If you are vegetarian or vegan, however, he will not force you to eat meat but he will try to induce you to do so. He might cook separate portions for you, but there's disappointment evident on his face. But if you eat meat, you will try his favorite delicacy, lamb. Will isn't exactly the biggest fan of Hannibal's eating habits, but he has no problem eating and is pleased to see you eat. It makes you more close to them when you eat human flesh, you know?

They are extremely overprotective and possessive of you and will not tolerate potential love interests. Hannibal doesn't believe there is anyone good enough for you and Will hates the idea of ​​you being taken from them. Friends they can tolerate, but only if they are thoroughly analyzed by them and if they are a good influence on you.

Any injury that would be inflicted on you by someone, even if it is a chipped nail, will not be treated lightly. Hannibal will make sure whoever dared to hurt you is dealt with slowly and painfully and perhaps served to you later and Will will stay by your side, comforting you. No one can hurt you, no one other than them.

Once you became their child, someone they truly cared about, you would be doomed. They may care for you and even love you in their twisted way, but in the end, you will truly find yourself trapped. Hannibal and Will believe that the best way to take care of you is to keep you trapped, safe with them. And you can't run away because they will catch you and if that happens, you will never see the light of day again.

It's in your best interest to get used to them, to your new family. Hannibal has no problem breaking you down for this and Will will be there to pick up the pieces. After all, family always takes care of each other, right?

[jokingmisfit]

Their Little Girl

Hannigram x Reader

Prompt- “Let me kiss it better.”

Warnings- Drugging, Forced Regression, Implied Kidnapping, Mentions of needles, Yandere Behavior, Dumbification, Use of Daddy and Papa, Breakdowns

Hannibal sat to my side holding my arm lightly while holding a needle in the other hand. Will held me gently in his lap. His arms wrapped around my waist and his head rested on my shoulder. They both paid me little mind. Will was busy watching Hannibal fix the medicine, probably worried he’ll “hurt me”. Hannibal is busy making sure he got the right amount, and that he was doing everything perfectly.

Hannibal injected the liquid into my arm and I let out a quiet whine. After a while the area is getting sore. The tears sprung from my eyes and there was nothing I could do to stop it. It felt terrible. Everything I am is being stripped from me, all for their sick pleasure.

It wasn’t that the needle actually hurt. No, but the knowledge of what they were doing was enough. They already gave me several doses. They just want me to stay like this. Stay their “little girl”. I don’t even know what’s in those syringes. All I know is that it takes any will to fight and all my defenses from me. Sometimes they give me something that makes me feel weird. Will said he likes that one the most because I actually am like the little girl that they know I am inside.

Will held me tighter and cooed in my ear. “Poor thing. I know it hurts. You know Papa and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I hate both of you assholes.” It came out as a shaky whisper, but the only thing that I found really pisses them off is me acting like an adult and ignoring their rules. The only way I can really stick it to them is when I talk in all the ways they don’t want me to.

Hannibal pauses his movements.Though he looks calm his eyes are angry.  “Perhaps it would be better to give her the other dose now rather than to wait.” He says looking at Will.

I didn’t mean to do this. I didn’t think he would suggest that. I was just trying to gain some control back. This is so unfair. I can’t do this.

I started to thrash in Will's arm. I tried to plead with the men. “Please! I’m sorry I won’t do it again! Please don’t! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I screamed as I cried.

WIll is overtly stronger than I am, and he flips me around, pinning my arms behind my back and keeping me trapped in his lap. The drugs had already started working so my movements weren’t that sporadic anyways. I know it must look pathetic, but I’m just so scared.

I didn’t hear them agree on the drugging, but I found often they can share their thoughts with only a look. That’s how I knew that when Will kept me straddling his lap that it meant that he was keeping me from seeing the new needle Hannibal had gotten out. I knew even as he whispered to me and rubbed circles on my skin that Hannibal was about to give me a new dosage of that horrible drug.

As I continued to wither and writhe, Will whispers to me. “Shhh you’ll be okay.” He kisses my face and tears as I try pulling away. “You have to relax baby, you’re only going to make it feel worse.” He frowns as I whimper out a plea for them to stop. “I know, you can’t wrap your little head around what’s going on, but we’re helping you.”

Hannibal chimed in. “If you can remember, you never were good at caring for yourself, little one. Even now, when you think you know what is right you’re wrong.”

I can feel Hannibal run a hand through my hair brushing it off my shoulder. I can feel the prick in my arm. I can feel the slight pull Will gives me towards his chest. I can feel my breath hitching and my eyes blurring with more tears.

Will pulls me into his chest completely, hiding my face and keeping me there. Hannibal and Will exchange a few words I can’t quite hear because of the way Will held my head. 

It didn’t take long. Whatever drug was in that syringe it kicked in faster than the other “medicine”. My eyes felt funny and my brain turned mushy.

Hannibal was the one who pulled me from Will's arms. He sat me on his lap. He looked stern and caring. Of course he was upset, but that doesn’t mean he loves me any less. 

I keep my eyes down. I stare doe eyed at the floor. I couldn’t meet his gaze. I truly felt like a child. I moved my hand to rest on the area he kept giving the shots to. I couldn’t see either of the men’s faces, but I know they hate when I seem hurt. If only they understood that it was mental not physical. Maybe they do, but don’t want their fun to end. I really don’t know

Hannibal moves my hand and looks at the area, gently massaging it in an attempt to make the not so existent pain go away. Will moved closer. Now sitting closer he rubbed my legs with a frown.

Will seemed genuinely upset at my reaction. Even still, in his mind it was just another reason he needed to step into that role to care for me.

Leaning in and taking the arm gently from Hannibal he whispered. “Let me kiss it better.”

His lips were soft and my skin seemed to tingle. A light giggle from the ticklish feeling.

Both Hannibal and Will perked up at this reaction.

“See this is much better, yes, Mažasis?”

[untitled-writer-013]

how about yan!hannigram with a sick s/o and will is kinda freaking out because their sweet s/o is sick </3 and hannibal’s the one coddling both s/o and will now :D love ur work!

Feverish Kisses

Yandere Hannibal Lecter x Sick!Reader x Yandere Will Graham

warning(s): yandere themes, sick reader, tooth rotting fluff, slight hurt/comfort, mentions of vomiting

Hannibal and Will had fallen in love with how sweet and loving their significant other was. She always made Hannibal smile and Will feel comfortable in his own skin for the first time in a while. They made sure to return her loving attitude tenfold, spoiling her and praising her for her accomplishments whenever anyone asked about her during one of Hannibal’s dinner parties. 

Eventually, the two men wanted to take (Y/n) out on a date, and decided the newest restaurant that had just opened would be perfect. After helping each other get ready for their outing, Hannibal and Will patiently waited for their darling to finish up as well. She looked absolutely beautiful once she came down, and both men made sure she knew it before they left. They had made a reservation for the three of them, making sure they got a good seat before Will and Hannibal began catching (Y/n) up on how their work had been going as of late. 

The three enjoyed the food and wine the restaurant had to offer, and (Y/n) had decided to enjoy dessert before they returned home. (Y/n) made sure Hannibal and Will knew how much they had enjoyed their night out with them, and hoped to be able to do it again. It made their hearts warm as they got ready to turn in for the night, wishing their darling a good night’s sleep before they fell asleep themselves.

The next morning, (Y/n) woke up with a headache and slightly overheated. She forced her eyes open, spotting Will who was cuddled into her side, while Hannibal was nowhere to be seen, although the smell of eggs and toast gave away where he was. (Y/n) let out a small whimper, she felt like she was on fire with how hot she was. She managed to unwrap Will’s arm from her waist, making him wake up as he noticed her slight distress.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong?” Will asked, his brows furrowing as he cupped her face, noticing how hot she felt as she leaned into his touch, his hands felt so cold compared to how warm she was.

“Everything is too hot..” (Y/n) mumbled, making Will frown as he sat up, pressing his free hand to her forehead and confirmed that she had a pretty bad fever. He got up and threw on a shirt, telling her to not move before he went downstairs, looking for Hannibal as he stepped into the kitchen.

Hannibal was cooking breakfast for his two lovers when Will called for him, making him turn the stove down to the lowest setting before he faced Will.

“Will? What’s wrong, did something happen at work?” Hannibal asked, his tone calm but his expression held a bit of concern.

“It’s (Y/n), she has a pretty bad fever. I don’t know if she has any other symptoms, I wanted to let you know first.” Will explained, too worried about their darling to wait and see if she was feeling anything else.

Hannibal seemed to understand, turning off the stove since breakfast would have to happen at another time. He went back upstairs with Will, pausing slightly when he saw the bed was empty, Will looking around for a moment before they heard her in the bathroom. Hannibal let a small frown rest on his face as he walked into the bathroom, spotting (Y/n) throwing up into the toilet. He crouched down behind her, holding her hair back as he turned to face Will, who was standing in the doorframe of the room, gently asking him to get (Y/n) a glass of water. After a minute or two, Will returned with a glass of water, and Hannibal waited until (Y/n) seemed to finish before he had her lay against his chest. He held her in his arms, while Will gave her the glass of water, telling her to take small sips so she wouldn’t make herself sick again. They didn’t know how sick she was, but they wanted to be sure.

They stayed with (Y/n) for a while, not wanting to make her move until she at least finished drinking the water. Once done, Hannibal slowly and carefully scooped her into his arms, holding her bridal style to his chest and carried her back to bed, Will following close behind as Hannibal laid (Y/n) down, making sure she was comfortable with what she was wearing before he tucked her in, wanting her to lay down and not get up again for a while. Will couldn’t help but watch, having no idea what he should do as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, grimacing when he felt how hot she still was. Hannibal went on ahead and turned on their fan, making sure to adjust the AC as well so it wouldn’t get too cold, but it would help (Y/n) cool down a bit.

Before leaving (Y/n) to rest, Hannibal had her take some medicine, mostly for the nausea since he knew the fever was a good thing, it was her body trying to fight off whatever it was that was making her so sick. He left a bin for her by the bed, just in case she needed to vomit again. He pressed a kiss to her cheek before he left with Will, letting their darling rest as he had Will follow him downstairs.

Will couldn’t help but give Hannibal a slightly pleading look, he wanted to help their darling so badly, but he knew he couldn’t rush the process of her getting better. Hannibal saw this, a slightly sympathetic look spreading across his face as he brought Will into a gentle hug, rubbing his back as he reassured him that their darling would be alright, after all she was under the best of care. He offered to finish making breakfast for the both of them, and Will begrudgingly accepted. The two men eventually finished eating, Will helped with the dishes while Hannibal decided to check up on (Y/n).

(Y/n) seemed to have just woken up, looking over at Hannibal as he walked into their shared bedroom. He cupped her face, smiling gently as he ran his thumb against her skin.

“Are you feeling any better, cara mia?” Hannibal asked, his smile growing slightly as (Y/n) nodded, placing her own hand over his as she leaned into his touch, finding it comforting as her fever seemed to finally be coming down. Will soon joined them, worriedly asking (Y/n) if she was alright before he pressed a kiss to her forehead, glad to know that their darling was feeling better. Hannibal offers to make (Y/n) something light to eat, wanting to see if her stomach would be able to keep it down. She shook her head, making Will frown, worried about her not eating but decided not to push it.

Will thought back to the night before, wondering what could have made her sick. They had eaten most of the same things, sometimes sharing food with each other so they could try whatever it was that their lover was eating. He then realized that (Y/n) was the only one who had the dessert, making him frown as he looked to Hannibal, explaining to him what he believed to be the reason for (Y/n)’s sickness. Hannibal nodded, deciding to 'take care of it' later.

In the meantime, the two men went about their day while checking in on (Y/n) every now and then, mostly Will since he was paranoid about her health. They both even called it an early night, joining their darling in bed while not worrying about becoming sick themselves. Hannibal had (Y/n) sleep against his chest, while Will snuggled into his side and draped an arm over her. He pressed a kiss to Hannibal’s lips before pressing a kiss to (Y/n)’s, smiling as he wished her to feel better tomorrow. Although he had mostly been worried over her, he enjoyed taking care of her, he wished that next time it would be under different circumstances.

~fin~

author’s note: i am so glad that you sent in this lovely little request! it warms my heart to know that you enjoy my work, so thank you so much! someone else requested something very similar to this but with henry creel, so i may release that as well. <33

[pinkslashersimp]

Hii it’s your local selfshipper trash, me again (bc I caved and am sending in a request/prompt)!!

Anyways! I was wondering if we could get some polyship yandere headcanons for Hannibal and Will with an anxious/nervous reader? Like the reader is easily intimidated and flustered but grows more comfortable as time goes on with them, that sort of thing! Or really just poly Will/Hannibal/reader yandere content in general ahaha!!

Thank youuu and sending you all the best!! <33

aww tysm!!! sorry it’s taken me ages to do these i’ve been ridiculously busy and burnt out (autism is hard) and my phone broke T-T

TW: GN reader, yandere behaviour (controlling, toxic,) implied false imprisonment and kidnapping,

Yandere Hannigram with an anxious s/o

Will is more worried than Hannibal about this, he believes they may have both scared you too much and now you’re too terrified of them, and the only way to win you back is through stockholm syndrome.

Hannibal on the other hand is much more calm, he’d been watching you for a while and realised that your anxiety was mostly caused by others, he’d taken note of how overly polite you always were to strangers and how much you’d overcompensate niceness when having conversations, and your anxiousness wasn’t at all caused by he and Will.

Will is much more likely to try and make himself seem likeable. Bringing you tea without asking, buying you meaningless little gifts, and grabbing things from shelves that he sees you reaching for before you have a chance to take it for yourself.

It disheartens him a little when he sees you shrink away from him and thank him with a flustered expression, but after a while he realises this is simply shyness and not anxiety caused by them, which makes him feel heaps better.

Hannibal attempts to build your confidence by seeming more friendly and approachable when you come to him for something, giving you a warm smile when you ask him to make you some food or to get something you cannot find. Answering “Of course.” to reassure you that you can ask whatever you’d like without feeling shy about it

They’re both overjoyed when your confidence around them grows over time and you become less of a blushing mess. Giving them surprise hugs from behind (that sometimes scare the living daylights out of will when he’s deep in thought) or sitting beside them when you’re both indulged in your own things.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

W: yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, disturbing actions such as kidnapping, stabbing, abuse, ooc etc+

Sorry there wasn't much "be their little girl" thing. And i just pulled whatever i could out of my ass because i absolutely did not know how to write this. I might make a better version of this in the future.

Yan! Hannibal & yan! Will x fem! Reader

What will you do?

You awokened sitting across the room as the two men who you thought you knew are talking so lovingly to each other as if they didn't have someone bound to a chair by ropes.

Your most logical instinct is to try to pry away the ropes but you knew better than that when they're right there in front of you. that would be stupid. Now the most logical thing you could do is just sit there and look pretty in order not to anger the two men considering what they're capable of.

As terrifying as it was it was quite funny as they had set up a small tea party for the three of you, although the cups were wine glasses. Calling you pet names and discussing small talk almost like acting as a family.

And looking down you realised a disturbing change of clothes. Your clothes looked similar to that of a little girl.

"Will and I have discussed our opinions of this but never thought of asking about yours, what colour of wallpaper would you like your new bedroom to be?" hannibal turned to look at you.

"I wished I would've asked you before hand so it could be a surprise but Will thought it would be rather be a peculiar question for you."

You glanced at Will who has a smile on his face and waits for your answer.

"... Uhm.. (C/N-"

"(C/N)?"

"see I told you!" Will's small laughter almost makes you forget the whole situation. Hannibal takes a sip from his glass, he has a slight look of defeat but smiles.

"well then, (C/N) it is."

You don't know why you were so calm, was it because the whole situation seemed so light hearted? But you didn't want to be here atleast you knew that and they did too.

You don't even know where to begin to start planning for an escape, you subtly positioned yourself in a way you'll feel the items in your pockets but you felt none in either of them. They kept asking questions in order to keep the awkward silence at bay, you didn't find the energy to answer them.

"Y/n, you haven't taken a bite out of your food, why's that?" hannibal asked you, almost tauntingly. Where would you find the need to eat in a time like this? Will looks a bit guilty.

They both know what you're thinking, that look on your face says it all. They're not delusional and you're not sure if it's bad or good, but they'll try anyway.

"try it, it's gonna get cold." Will smiles one more time to convince you.

You weren't in the mood nor have an appetite for this but you certainly didn't want an upset Hannibal near you. Forcing yourself to chew down the piece of food Will has fed you, it wasn't dry. It had flavor and juice but it didn't quench the dryness of the inside of your throat.

Despite the piece of meat having a soft texture, you found it difficult to swallow.

Just as Will was about to ask a question to break the silence, you found yourself unconsciously building up the courage to go and ask a question.

"why am I here?"

The already thick tension now doubled now suffocating probably all three of you at the same time. Should they just say it? Would it be a good idea to tell you it's basically a forced adoption? You looked at them. Cautiously but swiftly grabbing one of the sharp silverware placed near your plate of food with your free forearm. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, terrified they were going to hear it.

Hannibal proceeded to look at you and ask, "why are you so scared y/n?"

He probably smelt the fear and sweat in your body. At this Will stood up "can we talk privately?" Hannibal complied and moved to the kitchen.

It was a stupid decision but all you were more concerned about was getting the fuck out of here. You used this opportunity to cut the ropes around your elbows, and the ones on your ankles. It was cliché but you were glad it was.

You were about to burst tears of joy when you successfully sliced off the last rope. Your wrist was hurting from the constantly pressure and movement but you couldn't care less. Your heart dropped down to the floor when you heard their voices getting closer, you wasted not a single second and went sprinting straight to the front door.

Will and Hannibal became highly alert when they heard the dashing of footsteps. And to their horror, finding your seat empty.

Will ran after you but Hannibal stayed behind. Looking calmly at your seat and the missing utensil. Then he started walking to where you were.

You were running as fast as you could've but your body started feeling heavy and light at the same time. At the worst possible time. Until you couldn't even stand straight anymore. And you felt the frightening hands of Will.

"Y/n what were you thinking!?"

Will tried to drag you away and out of panic you pulled the knife from your pocket and rammed it into his hand. As Will yelled out in pain you heard Hannibal call out Will's name in concern.

You were absolutely scared shitless now. If you get caught you know they are not going to go easy. Adrenaline was rushing inside you but your body couldn't keep up for some reason. You were right in front of the door when a hand wrapped around your mouth and arm, ultimately stopping you so. This was it, you couldn't help but let a tear drop fall down.

"I don't like rude people. And i definitely do not like a rude brat."

You were struggling to pry yourself off of the man's grip, the hand on your mouth was removed but before you could make a noise, your vision blacked out.

When you awoke, you were greeted with the sight of an angry Hannibal and Will. That was the day and night you were the most emotionally and psychologically fucked up. Hannibal only held back because Will told him if was enough.

You never even thought of escaping again. That's okay, just behave like a good daughter and maybe Hannibal might be even nice enough to remove that memory from you.

[the-fo0l]

Being Yandere Will Graham's darling would inculde:

Notes: i love him so much so i hope this did Will justice, even if it's a bit out of character

Warnings: kidnapping, otherwise it's just pure fluff, Will is a simp

It doesn't really matter how he met you. You could have been a coworker, a witness at a crime scene, a cashier at his local supermarket, friend of a friend, dog groomer- it's not important

Will's love grows more and more obsessive over time and soon enough he can't handle being away from you

He will most likely kidnap you

But he'll feel so bad about it (as he should)

He knows how wrong it is, both to you and to the law but he can't help it

Being his darling isn't all that bad though, since he's taking your freedom away he wants to make everything as nice as possible for you, and all he asks for in return is that you don't try to leave and don't push him away when he's cuddling up to you

His house has always had a basement that he didn't ever use until he began renovating it to the perfect room to keep you locked up in while he's at work. We're talking a TV, books, a soft bed, a bathroom and a mini fridge for when your hungry and he's at work

Speaking of which, he gets really anxious about leaving you to go somewhere, he might even install a camera in your room if you're more defiant

He was never the best cook but learns cause he wants to be the perfect partner for you, so that you'll always be happy with him

Because his work is so intense when he's already plenty unstable he needs at least a little comforting nearly every day after work

It's hard to not feel bad for him when he looks so pathetic with that kicked puppy look

And let me tell you, every ounce of a affection you initiate is euphoric for him

Even something as simple as smiling when you see him automatically makes him wants to climb into your embrace and never leave

He unlocks the basement door and finds you laying in bed, surrounded by soft pillows and blankets as some show you've been binge watching plays in the background. You take notice of his sunken tired eyes and stiff stance as he comes over to sit next to you. He tiredly greets you and after a moment you respond by gently pulling him in to lay on you chest, knowing it's one of his favorite ways to relax. Almost immediately he wraps his arms around you and snuggles up as close as physically possible, as if trying to crawl inside you

He does his best to make sure no one finds out about you, especially not Hannibal. (Even though Hannibal would most likely help keep you a secret, might fuck around and fall for you himself idk)

He definitely would not keep you locked up for long though, as soon as he feels comfortable you won't run away he starts bringing you outside hand in hand with him. You get more and more freedom overtime, well, as free as you can be with him constantly following you like a lost puppy

You're everything to him, his world, his god/ess, the only person he can truly rely on and the one he wants to start and end every day with. Please let him, he can't live without you

[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.

[rose-lunaire]

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

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

pairing: wiill graham x reader, hannibal lecter x reader

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

(Y/B/T - your blood type)

hannibal lecter

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

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

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

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

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

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

he collapsed on the hospital floor

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

“you gave us quite the scare, doctor lecter”

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

torn between slumber and awareness, he groaned quietly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to protect and worship it like gods of ancient times

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

for them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

will graham

he was losing a lot of blood

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

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

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

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

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

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

he finds himself attached to a blood transfusion set

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

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

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

he’s deeply moved by their dedication

he can’t seem to draw his eyes away

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

“don’t worry about it”

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

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

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

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

after he left the hospital, he often called them

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mo0nfairy]

Ughhhh I neeeeeed part 3 of our guard puppy leon😭😭😭

That was so so good.

Like are you an angel??? How can you write so beautifully??

part 1. part 2. part 4.

tw :: re4 spoilers, obsessive!leon, yandere!leon, guns, explosions, being knocked out, parasites, some obsessive!ashley too.

⸺ eeeek !! ur too sweet! i've been having lots and lots of thoughts about this batshit-insane puppy dog. so, ask and you shall receive ~~

through trial and error (and leon's incessant suggestions to just go home together. you disagree with his suggestion and he can never say no to you, after all), you find ashley hiding in the church. and the immediate liking she takes to you is bridging on the cusp of creepy. what's even creepier is your guard-dog's reaction to such. you appreciate the sweetness the two have for you and how it helps keep you afloat in this absolute hellhole, but something still stalks in the back of your head...

you can't trust leon. you have no idea why, but with every ledge he helps you over or with every drop he catches you from, there is that looming shadow that lurks within you. it's a sense of dread that hangs heavy in your stomach, almost like hanging over the hill of a rollercoaster. there's alarms that blare whenever he gets too close, all that seem to be warning you to get as far away from this man as you can. and for why, you cannot tell. he is kind-hearted, brave, and has saved you from practically every abomination known on planet earth. so, why don't you trust him?

maybe it's the look in his eye. how his gaze for you is practically seeping with sunshine, but whenever he looks at the squeaky mouse on your hip, there's an uncanny shift towards something much darker. (ashley breathes within a mile radius of you and leon literally becomes the gif ^^). his perceptible distaste towards her goes further than his expressive eyes, unfortunately. it's "accidentally" dropping her when she jumps from the ledge, stifling a laugh at her pain only to immediately go red with rage when you help her from the ground. "falling over" and nearly knocking ashley head-first off a ledge; tending to a splinter you got while she tries to avoid being kidnapped by literally 73 los ganados.

ashley's dislike towards the man her father sent to retrieve her is perceptible, too. and her liking to you is even more evident. she'll cower in your embrace when leon shoots his gun a little too close to her ear, smirking at him over your shoulder when she sees how enraged it makes him. she'll interlock your fingers with hers due to being “afraid,” outright refusing to let go from thereon out; she'll ramble about her awesome life as the president's daughter, how astonishing she finds you to be, and how many riches she has (and how she can provide for you *cough, cough*). it's all so bewildering — you have all somehow managed to survive countless near-death experiences and yet, both of them are nothing but daisies and rainbows when your attention is on them.

most importantly, it is so fucking overwhelming. you wonder if their suffocating clinginess is the worst thing you'll actually face in this hellhole.

you're so caught up in avoiding the affections of these two and surviving in the process, you almost completely forget about your memory loss. you have history with this man, whomever he may be. and during trips to the merchant and the shooting range, you think he'll enlighten you on these forgotten pieces while you take a second to breathe. but, he never does. he either glares daggers into the girl at your hip or thoroughly checks your body for wounds you fruitlessly assure him don't exist. so, you guess you only have yourself and your goldfish-like memory to rely on.

all you can remember is his sweet soul, baby-face, and, rather, unconventional displays of affection. and you assume that this is how far the iceberg goes. just you and this lovesick boy in raccoon city. together. but oh, how wrong you were.

the three of you later find yourselves in the amber storeroom. you trace your fingers upon the crevices of the large hunk of amber in front of you, watching in disgust as the parasites within squirm like dying cockroaches. the topic of escaping this nightmare soon arose. you want to make it to luis' laboratory for the purpose of curing ashley of her infection, despite having to separate for a short period of time to retrieve the proper materials. leon just wants to get himself and you out of here, to where you'll live happily ever after in each other's arms.

"it's not too to turn back, you know. if we make it to the lab, we can save ashley, leon. we'll only have to seperate for a second, it's no biggie!" your suggestion falls on deaf ears, much to your dismay.

"not a chance. you're stuck with me to the end." you feel your heart drop at leon's response. the saying unlocks something within you, something you knew you never wanted to come out. it hits you like a train; dread permeates your entire being. you're stuck with me to the end.

an unfamiliar voice then fills the room. before you even have a picosecond to process the additional presence and leon's previous statement, you feel his hand on your arm, to where you're then swung behind him. you see the saddler from your stance over leon's shoulder, giving his whole villain monologue. you managed to derive only one piece on information from the cloaked creature before you: we are all fucked.

black veins travel up the neck of the blonde in front of you. he then falls to his knees, gun clattering onto the floor. ink-black strings spread upon ashley's face, the white of her eyes morphing into a sinister red. the color stiffly frames the green hue of her irises. sobs rack through her body; you hear a whimper of your name escape her mouth. an unseen force causes her to bend down and grasp hold of the gun, the atmosphere overwhelmingly intense. and as if she were a doll, the force pushes each foot in front of the other. closer to you.

you take a cautious step away from her, only to feel your back hit a surface. you turn to meet the chest of someone adorned head-to-toe in white cloth, ragged ropes tied around their waist and neck. their purple, ghastly hand the clutches onto your wrist like a lifeline, the pain causing you to hiss in response. you try and pull away with all of your might, but their inhuman abilities overpower your own. before your bones can crack beneath the sheer force of their strength, a gunshot permeates. your ears ring, thus using your eyes to identify the sudden intrusion of sound. the figure before you is now adorned in blood as it cascades down their once-white cloak. ashley persevered and fought through the infection seeping through her veins to save your life, but you’re too busy staring at the scene before you to realize.

"no... please! please, don't make me!" the force of the saddler returns, however. and the devastated voice of ashley only comes out in a quiet hum, with your hearing still disoriented from the gunshot.

this leaves you here, where you never thought you'd be. while you're gaze is locked on the body ashley brutalized, you're taken by surprise when you feel your body whipped around completely. her arm snakes around your neck as if you were prey, the other pressing the cold surface of the gun's barrel to your temple. you thrash and fight, but your efforts are merely pathetic in comparison to her newly supernatural power.

"we don't need another foolish lamb in our way. sweet child, do not resist!" his voice feels like a chill traveling up your spine. faint and ghostly, but all-too terrifying in the same breath.

you can feel ashley cry in your ear, begging the monster in front of you to let you both go. closing your eyes, you pray to whatever almighty being truly exists that you'll soon wake up back in your bed. then, you'll enjoy your breakfast and pantomime to your cat about the insane dream you just had. but, ashley's hyperventilated breaths still fan against your face and her grasp on you is still air-tight. as much as you wish it wasn't, this is your reality. and, inevitably, you will most likely die in the embrace of the girl you fought tooth-and-nail to save.

leon still clenches his body in agony; his gaze remaining locked to the ground beneath him. his attempts to fight against the pain with every sliver of strength in his body were futile. but, in a flare of clarity, leon is fortunately able to overcome the immense pain momentarily. his blue eyes, wide as dinner plates, frantically search around for you. and the scene he finds behind him causes his heart to sink into oblivion.

"no!" the sheer anguish in his cry is enough to grasp the attention of every presence in the room. 6 years. 6 years. he has been waiting over 2,190 miserable days to be with you. and as i stated before, like hell will he let you slip from his grasp again.

leon scrambles to his feet. but, before he can bring you into his tenacious embrace, kill everything that moves, and vow to never ever let anything like this happen to you ever again, that same force stops him within his stance. his hands halt inches from your face, so, so close, as he desperately reaches out to you. leon fights and resists, despite the agony swimming in his black-colored veins from doing such. he must get to you, no matter how much pain and suffering he must endure.

you are everything he could ever need; you are the very definition of his existence. his sobs rival those of someone overcome with grief and he is terrified of the fact that it may be him momentarily. so close to happiness, but now all alone. once again and forevermore. you can only watch in trepidation as he shakes with pure terror, muffled cries of "take me instead" and "please, anyone but them!" escaping through clenched teeth.

with the faint click of ashley's dainty finger, she pulls on the trigger. there is nothing.

silence hits the room like a tsunami. you're alive, but you don't dare let yourself hope. waiting for the other shoe to drop, it never falls. ashley's grip on you relaxes, to where you rip her arms off of you and practically throw yourself across the room. anywhere far from the insanity caused by this horrid infection. the two people you survived hell with are still under the trance, however. miserable cries protruding through the quiet; bodies shivering like someone who has been thrown into a winter lake. their eyes peer to their side, desperate to move their heads to look at you and ensure your safety.

you're still attempting to process what had just occured when you suddenly hear rumbling echoing in the distance. something soars through the sky, landing right at the feet of the saddler and his minions. chaos pervades as an explosion waves through the room, causing every piece of matter to ascend into the air, including yourself. you’re flung into the wind, where you then land harshly against the unforgiving ground. you cough into your arm in an attempt to rid your body of the smoke satiating your lungs.

"sorry, bad traffic! one combat chopper, compliments of hunnigan!" you hear the eccentric voice, the mention of hunnigan, the whirring of a helicopter and finally smile to yourself for the first time in what feels like years. help! it’s finally here!

a substance trickles down your forehead and down the expanse of your face. you bring your fingers to your skin, only to find the digits to be adorned with warm blood. following the trace, you soon realize during the pandemonium of the eruption, something had hit you square in the skull. fuck.

you hear a shout of your name before everything goes dark.

[6lostgirl6]

Yandere!Will Graham HCs

TW: mentions of stalking, kidnapping, drugging, hints at Stockholm Syndrome

Starting off, we already know Will is unstable. You just happen to be that final push.

He's classified as a protective yandere and he's definitely not delusional.

He knows what he's feeling is wrong, when you love someone you shouldn't think about locking them away and keeping them to yourself.

He'll go through inner turmoil between his morality given his occupation and his obsessive love for you.

He just wants to keep you safe and he wants to be the person to provide that for you.

He's also a paranoid person, potential harm against you is the main reason he will fancy the idea of kidnapping you.

From his line of work, he understands perfectly how horrible people can be and something happening to you is that final push he needs.

He just can't allow something to happen to you. He would rather die.

Therefore, this is where the stalking will start.

Inevitably, he will find out everything about you regarding your schedule, the places you visit frequently, the people you speak with, etc.

Trust me, this man will basically have everything on file.

Stalking you will further enhance his obsession love for you.

He starts fantasizing about a life with you including taking you on fishing trips with him and showing you how to properly cast and how loved you will be with him and his multitude of dogs.

Eventually, this will lead towards actually kidnapping you.

He would sneak into your home in the middle of the night where he knows you're already asleep.

While you're asleep, he will sedate you to make sure you wouldn't fight him when he finally took you from your home.

After he kidnaps you, he will do everything he can to make sure you were comfortable and taken care of.

When he arrived home with you, he carefully placed you on his bed and secured you with handcuffs on one of your legs.

You would be comfortable yet unable to reach for other things that would be a danger towards yourself and him.

He made sure that his bedside tables were out of reach.

While you were still heavily sedated from the drug, he stayed beside you until you woke up. He kept a hand on yours, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles.

He's honestly the best yandere to have fall for you because your comfort and happiness is his number one priority. Anything you want, he will get. Besides freedom but you get the gist.

You won't be restrained for long, if you behave he will remove the cuffs from you.

However, don't try to run from him or fight him. He's not afraid to restrain you again.

When he needs to work though, he will restrain you again in case you try to run while he's gone.

If you don't try anything, Will's not against giving you more freedom. He will begin to trust you and trust that you know better than to try and run.

Some restrictions will be lifted. For instance, allowing you more free reign around the house and even outside.

However, when you want to go outside he will need to go with you, holding your hand the entire time.

He's an affectionate yandere.

He loves spoiling you in kisses and cuddles because it's been practically ages since he's been in a relationship and you're the love of his life.

His favorite moment is when he gets to walk with you and the dogs around his property. It makes him feel incredibly domestic and that everything is normal.

When you start to become more docile and allow him to act as your significant other, he will be enthusiastic.

He's too paranoid to try taking you out in public. The risk of you running away or people recognizing you as a missing person is the last thing he needs.

He still has night terrors. Some of which include you not loving him and being scared of him for the monster he is.

When he woke up drowning in sweat with you rubbing his back, he will grip you tightly and sob into your chest.

That would be the only time he would feel guilty about what he's done.

However, after you calming him down and helping him feel better that feeling will start to vanish.

Seeing you finally falling for him and giving him equal affection would make him feel like taking you the way he did was righteous.

If someone managed to find you and/or God forbid hurt you, Will's going to snap.

He will literally drag this person to the ground and beat them to death, he doesn't play when it comes to protecting you.

After he disposes of the body, he will pull you into him and comfort your fearful cries, shushing you and stroking your hair.

[frickingnerd]

yandere felix fathom

pairing: felix fathom / argus x gn!reader

tags: yandere themes, implied murder of rivals, isolation, loneliness inducing, power imbalance

felix is an obsessive yandere!

you are his entire world and he loves you more than anything else! 

he would do anything to protect you! 

felix has a tendency to eliminate people that get too close to you, such as any boys you might show a romantic interest in

when he first met you, there was this one boy you were in love with, but he quickly died in an accident, after which felix comforted you and managed to grow even closer to you

though usually he usually just attacks or blackmails people, but that guy really was an exception, since you were in love with him

felix is very manipulative and he has an easy time to mold you into whoever he wants you to be

though he doesn't want to change you too much, just make you a bit more dependent on him~ 

he often induces loneliness in you, making you believe nobody but him cares about you, just so you'll start to believe that he's the only one you need

felix also reveals his secret identity argus to you right away, since he doesn't want to have that kind of secrets from you

though he does like the power dynamic this brings as well, knowing he has powers while you don't, making you weaker compared to him

he would never threaten you, but he wants you to know that he's stronger than you and that he could protect you with that strength, but that he could also turn against you, if you were to leave him or fall for someone else…

[jokingmisfit]

I’m (Not) Scared

Hannigram x Reader

Prompt- “You think you can control me now? You never could.”

Warnings!!- The Reader is a serial killer, Graphic Violence, Manipulation, Mentions of Self-harm and Suicide, reader doesn’t like Jack or Chilton and imagines their horrific deaths, (this is honestly so rancid lol)

I sat in the middle of the one person cell. All the other cells in all the other rows were empty. I pulled my legs to sit criss-crossed as I waited for my apparent visitor.

Though, it may just be Chilton trying to have a session again. He never does learn. Chilton is dense and egotistical. He is fun to mess with, but too idiotic to understand the actual meanings of my words. It’s only a matter of time before I have a slip of the tongue and send this pathetic toy spiraling. That wouldn’t be favored, I’m sure, by either of us. 

I’ve been precise, distinct. I haven’t done anything truly worth punishment. It’s not like it’s my fault every therapist I had off’d themselves. They simply had weak minds, and they should’ve known better. No one actually thinks I’ve had a large presence in their suicides. After all, once I was hospitalized, I became mute. How would someone who doesn’t talk convince anyone to kill themselves? Guess they’ll never know.

Despite this knowledge I couldn’t wait anymore patiently for the day I could rip him to shreds. When I get the chance I know it won’t be himself holding the knife. 

I’ll remove his eyes from their sockets letting the organs pull and pop. I’ll jar them, they'll make a beautiful gift.

I’ll cut his vocal cords so I don’t have to listen to his arrogant voice. I’ll cut small divots into his neck just big enough to the cords before severing them. He won’t die then, no, that wouldn’t be any fun.

I’ll poorly patch his eyes, and I’ll poorly stitch his neck. Then, I’ll cut into his arms and use them as a canvas. I’ll carve him into a beautiful work of art.

All that time he’ll be awake and focused. He’ll feel every cut, scratch, and burn. Chilton will die painfully. He’ll die knowing he will be a perfect piece of art and a very sad rotting corpse.

It wasn’t the steps that brought me from my thoughts, it was the man clearing his throat. Switching my gaze from the side to meet the man's face. Jack Crawford. I haven’t seen that face in a while. I straighten up and smirk. It was hard to hide my giddiness. There were only two reasons he could be here. Something written on his face told me exactly why.

I look at him with intrigue as he glares back. Jack, always so stiff. Looking over, I notice two other men. Both faces make no connection to anyone I’ve met before. They’re incredibly handsome, the pair, but there is something lingering behind the coal and lazarus eyes.

Looking at the two he has roped along with him I catch something I truly haven’t seen in so, very, long. A black shoe box painted completely black. Purple and blue accents painted up the side blend and pop against the background. I knew this box well. It held the few items that always meant the most to me. Everything I truly love lives in that box.

I stiffen and look back to Jack. I tilt my head to the side.

He huffs a sigh. “Don’t tell me you’re going to play your silent game with me. You and I both know you love talking.”

I stared narrowly at him. Angering him is the goal, and I’d be lying if I said his evident irritation wasn’t satisfying.

“I’m not playing games with you Y/n. This situation is very serious. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.” Jack said, stepping towards the cell.

The man in the suit butted in. “If I may, Jack, there is a possibility that they genuinely do not feel comfortable speaking.”

What the? It was stated oddly, but did he just defend me?

I noticed that Jack was saying something but I couldn’t stop looking at the man in confusion. Even the nicest, most smart people haven’t ever defended me… Why would he do that? Who the hell is he!?

“Okay…” The third man interjected. “We should start over,” He looked at me with raised brows. “Right?”

Frowning I nod back, letting him continue.

He said. “I’m special agent Will Graham and this is Doctor Hannibal Lecter. Obviously you’ve met Jack.” Will steps closer. “We’re working on a peculiar case and the killer is, well, from what we’ve seen, they’re obsessed with you. We would like your help in finding the killer.”

He talked slowly and kindly. It was an odd comparison to everyone else. It made me feel… Something. I just don’t know what it is. It makes me actually want to help them. Or more particularly those two. They’re so different.

He held the box up a little. “We were thinking we could find a common ground. We give you something that's important to you in exchange for something that's important to us.”

Sternly Jack cut in stating. “They’re going to help us and they don’t have a choice in it.”

A darkness swirled in my head. I gathered my thoughts and spoke, holding back a smirk. “You think you can control me now? You never could.”

“You’re going to listen because if you don’t everything in that box is gone.” He said waving his hand and scrunching his face.

“Oh, did you forget who I am?” I laugh. “Do it. Go on. Burn the box, tear everything in it to shreds, donate it to an orphanage, recycle it, sell it to the highest bidder, I really don’t care!”

I shake my head, smiling. “Well go on! Burn the pictures, Jack. Tear apart every little seam of that stupid bear, sell the necklace to a pawn shop, throw the little mp3 on the ground so it breaks into a million pieces! I can’t wait to see them go!” I couldn’t hold in my laugh at his mortified face.

“Jack, it should be noted the quick change in demeanor. You must know Y/n is an unstable person, threats do nothing but cause disarray.” Dr. Lecter spoke to him calmly.

It wasn’t anger that gathered like clouds in my head, it was violence. A desire to see the things I held tightly torn apart for no real reason. A need to watch heads roll and blood spill on the ground.

Like the flicker of a switch, the passiveness the doctor and agent made me feel shut off. 

I wanted to see him slit his own throat and watch it spray. To see the horror as everyone watches on.I wanted to watch him dig into his own stomach and pull out his most vital organs. To watch his skin bloat and then decay into a pile. I want to see every single piece of flesh be ripped from his body. To watch his eyes go lifeless after endless hours of suffering, but not feeling a light or peace. I want to be the one to send him diving to the divine, if there is one.

I no longer cared to listen. Why should I? I could rip his jugular out with my teeth. I could tear everything he worked for to the ground. I could, I could-

Why does my hand feel warm?

I look at my hand, but it’s not mine I see. Wills made his way over to the cell and placed his hand on mine through the bars. Is this man nuts? I could seriously do damage with this little space.

He moved his thumb over my hand. “I know what you’re seeing.” He whispered. “I know you’ve gotten so numb to it that you act them out, and that sometimes it’s the only time you really feel anything.” Will looks me in the eyes. They’re piercing and hold me in place. “I understand you, Y/n, and I know deep down you’re terrified.”

I took in a shaky breath. I try to pull back, but he holds my hand tightly. “I’m not scared, and I don’t need you to,” I hold my one hand to make quotes. “Understand me.”

He huffed a laugh and shook his head. “No, no you don’t, but I do understand you and you are scared.”

“I am NOT scared.” I state, but I couldn’t hold back the shaking.

“People who experience intrusive thoughts may sometimes give into them, but that does not take away the fear they have of these thoughts.” Of course the doctor had to chime in.

“I’m a serial killer. I murder people for the fun of it. Ask your boss over there about my case and maybe then you’ll notice I really DON'T care enough to be frightened by the big bad scary thoughts.” I state aggressively mocking a child towards the end of my statement.

I looked over to Jack to see if he could convince these two that I’m not that type of person, but when I looked over he wasn’t there. He seriously left. Why would he think that's a good idea?

“We agreed it’d be better if he wasn’t here.”

I’m not scared.

“Why don’t we make a new deal hm?”

I swallow.

I’m not scared.

They’re just two men. That’s not scary.

“You help us and we’ll help you.” He held my hand in both of his rubbing them gently.

I’m not scared.

I can’t breathe.

I’m not scared.

“Stop staring. I could kill you. Break your arm. Scratch you eyes out too”

The doctor smiled eerily. “You wouldn’t do that, you only say that because you’re frightened by us.”

I’m not scared. “I am not scared of you.”

I’m not scared.

“It’s okay Y/n, we’re going to help you.” Will emphasized with a squeeze to my hand.

I’m not scared.

“I don’t need your help.”

Why do they make me feel weak?

I’m not scared.

They both share a look with each other then look at me. Those looks.

Fine.

I’m scared.

[untitled-writer-013]

Hannibal x Reader x Will where either Hannibal, Will, or both pissed off the wrong person, so Reader gets attacked for revenge, only for the two men to save her. Thanks!

Pig Meat

Hannibal Lecter x Fem!Reader x Will Graham

warning(s): obsession, cannibalism, violence, detailed murder, break in, intruder, unmerciful Hannibal

Hannibal and Will were both very intellectual men on their own. They rarely found anyone that they genuinely liked talking to. That was, until they met (Y/n) (L/n). She didn’t really keep her conversations professional, and yet Will would find himself laughing at the jokes they’d say. And it wasn’t because he felt like he had to laugh, but because she was genuinely entertaining.

Hannibal had taken notice of this, and decided to start a conversation with her when it was appropriate. Most of the time, Hannibal may let the corners of his mouth twitch up while talking with someone, but that was as much emotion he would let himself show. But around (Y/n), it was completely different. He couldn’t help but sweetly grin whenever she would comment on how lazy one of the many copycats of the Chesapeake Ripper had been. He couldn’t hold back a single reaction when it came to talking with her.

Hannibal and Will were having one of their usual sessions, when somehow, (Y/n) had come up in the conversation.

“I can’t wrap my head around it, but there’s just something about her that draws me to her. Whenever I see her laughing with someone else, it’s like there’s a heavy weight against my chest. Usually I can comprehend these kinds of things, but with her..she confuses me.” Will stated, walking through his thoughts with Hannibal as he let out a sigh. 

Hannibal seemed to mull over what Will had said, even after the session ended and he had returned home. He wondered why what Will said stuck with him, trying his best to focus on fixing his dinner. It wasn’t until he had laid down that he realized why, making a chuckle leave him as he smiled. Because he felt the exact same way about her.

The two men eventually had come to an agreement, they would keep an eye on their lovely (Y/n), and wouldn’t nearly kill each other over her. Besides, the two actually liked sharing. They began to court (Y/n), first inviting her to one of Hannibal’s infamous dinner parties, and then they gradually took turns taking her on dates. 

Hannibal and Will took their time with her, waiting until the time was right before they both asked her to join their relationship. At first she had been a bit reluctant, having never been exposed to the concept of a polyamorous relationship before. But with time, she accepted their offer and happily began to date them both.

Since then, the two men felt quite at peace. Will and Hannibal would do their work while (Y/n) spent her time mostly in Hannibal’s library. On most days, the two men would return home and find their darling lamb napping in the library. Though, because of this, they began to let their guards down.

Hannibal had strictly banned a patient of his from coming to see him again, since he clearly needed more serious help that he couldn’t personally offer. The patient, Ryan Louis, had taken this very personally. He began to obsess over how he had been rejected by Hannibal. Ryan had made his sessions with Dr. Lecter a part of his routine, and to suddenly be turned away had angered him.

Most would feel dejected, but Ryan felt challenged. So, Hannibal thought he was better than him just because he was some guy with a degree? Well, he’d be sure to prove him wrong. He desperately would try to get glimpses of the dinner parties Hannibal would throw, and during one of these instances, he spotted her.

(Y/n) (L/n), this was the name he learned to belong to the woman. He watched as she had one hand rested around Will’s waist, while Hannibal had rested his hand against the small of her back. It clicked pretty easily for him, figuring out that (Y/n) (L/n) was their shared significant other. He had been planning on getting back at Hannibal for daring to reject him, and this was the perfect way to hurt not only Hannibal, but those he loved as well.

Ryan had asked someone how he could contact (Y/n), pretending it was for a business inquiry, and had managed to get her place of work. He would take trips to try and catch her leaving work, and one night, he got lucky. He knew from keeping an eye on Hannibal and Will that the two would be out later than usual. This meant that there would be a period of time where (Y/n) would be home by herself, and he knew he couldn’t let this rare opportunity pass up.

A few hours later, (Y/n) had finally returned home. She let out a gentle sigh, locking the front door behind her before she took off her shoes and coat, the noise of the rain outside seemed to fill the silence in the house. She had been told ahead of time by her lovers that they would be returning home a bit later than their usual time, having found an important piece of evidence for a case they were working on. While she hated being by herself in their shared home, she decided to take the opportunity to clean up the home a bit.

She passed the time by cleaning up the few places Hannibal had missed when cleaning the home over the weekend, soon deciding to get some work done since there was little to clean anyway. As she worked at her desk upstairs, she heard a small ‘crash’. (Y/n) paused in her typing, feeling a strong sense of unease and alarm fill her. She knew she couldn’t just ignore the sound, so she took her phone and a taser she had been given by Will, he had always been paranoid about her safety. (Y/n) knew she’d have to thank him later, holding it out in front of her as she made her way downstairs. She looked around until she found the back door open, the chilly wind outside making the rain land on the wooden floor. 

(Y/n) froze slightly, her fight or flight senses kicking in as she remembered distinctly checking the lock on it. It had been locked, so who the hell was in the house with her?

She soon got her answer when she felt an arm wrap around her neck, while their free hand tightly gripped onto her taser. She let out a frightened gasp, struggling to breathe as she quickly fought for her life. She kicked and headbutted whoever was attacking her, making them quickly move her hand, activating the taser as it connected with her other arm. She shook as electricity surged through her, but managed to roll out of the way of a harsh kick.

(Y/n) looked up to see a man, someone she recognized as one of Hannibal’s more rude clients. She let out a gasp as he swung at her again, coming back to her senses as she ducked, running up the stairs as she stumbled, still recovering from being shocked. She went to her shared bedroom, immediately slamming the door and locking it. She quickly moved the dresser in front of the door, and went to hide in the closet. She wasn’t taking any chances, she really didn’t want to get shot through the door in case he found the gun Hannibal and Will kept in their study.

She scrambled to get out her phone, tears blurring her vision as she called Hannibal, too freaked out to attempt calling 911. She bit her lip, holding back a sob as she heard the intruder begin to slam against the door. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding when Hannibal had finally picked up, keeping her eyes on the closet door.

“Darling, do you need something?” Hannibal had asked, his voice as soothing as always as (Y/n) let out a quiet whimper.

“Hannibal, someone g-got in. They have my t-taser, and they’re trying to break down t-the door.” (Y/n) quickly explained, keeping her voice hushed as it shook with fear. The other side of the line seemed to go quiet, only being able to hear muffled noises.

“We’re on our way, sit tight and don’t make any noise. You’re going to be alright, I promise.” Hannibal stated, causing (Y/n) nod, even if he couldn’t see her. She flinched as she heard a large ‘bang’ shudder against the bedroom door. Her eyes widened in fear, he must have found the axe they kept in the garage. 

She did her best to stay quiet, tears spilling down her face as she heard the front door finally open, and she could hear Will threaten the intruder at gunpoint. Meanwhile, she almost screamed when the closet door opened, sudden relief washing over her when she recognized Hannibal.

Hannibal gently reassured her, helping her up as he held her close. He asked if she was injured at all, and looked over where she had been choked and tased. Although it would bruise and likely be sore for the next few days, it was nothing permanent. He pressed a kiss to (Y/n)’s forehead, telling her he would be right back. She was reluctant, but was reassured when Will entered the room. He rushed over to her, kneeling in front of her as he looked her over.

“Are you alright?” Will asked, concern laced in his voice as (Y/n) nodded, bringing Will close to her as she held onto him, and he gladly returned the gesture. Hannibal left the room, calmly making his way downstairs, to find Ryan restrained to a chair, just as he had asked Will to do. 

Hannibal frowned, walking up to him as Ryan struggled and cursed, landing a sharp punch on his nose. Ryan yelled as his nose broke, and Hannibal tightly gripped the collar of his shirt.

“You have been incredibly rude to my darling tonight, I think it’s time I took care of that.” Hannibal stated, eerily calm as Ryan shook in fear, expecting to be arrested or roughly beat up. But nothing prepared the foolish man as Hannibal picked up a knife he had nearby, immediately cutting into him as Ryan screamed and struggled for his life.  

Soon, Ryan was completely unrecognizable, his face torn with stab wounds, and his torso ripped open, his entire front drenched in blood. Ryan was somehow still alive, although only small squelches and rasps left his mouth, staring up at Hannibal through the blood in his eyes with complete fear. Hannibal tutted, glaring down at Ryan as he landed the final blow, twisting the knife as he dug it into his open chest. His body went limp, and Hannibal made sure to clean off the knife, using hydrogen peroxide to rid any traces of blood. 

Hannibal knew that this man wasn’t worth being made into a work of art, seeing him as nothing else but a rude, disgusting pig who dared to target one of his darlings. He had made sure his death was slow and painful, and he would make sure to make him into a meal for one of his more..rude clients.

“It’s been a while since I’ve cooked pig.”

~fin~

author’s note: so, the ending was pretty much very light gore, so i hope that wasn’t too upsetting to anyone! plus, i found it funny that i was sitting in a panera bread smiling and laughing while writing about full on murder. if you have any requests, don’t be shy! i promise i won’t bite <33

[pinkslashersimp]

Will Graham

masterlist

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dark/Yandere

ʚ Yandere Hannigram with a ditzy, oblivious, angelic s/o

ʚ Yandere Hannigram with an anxious s/o

ʚ Base Hannigram headcanons

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Fluff

ʚ Making Will play Animal Crossing and Minecraft

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Misc

ʚ Hannigram with a Fem!Venom!Reader