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gallavichsreddie1128 · 1 month

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Just One Date (Hannibal Lecter)

Description: Y/N hates Hannibal but he wants to go on a date with her.

Warning: Making Out

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“Hey I’m heading over to Hannibal's, I'll be back later.” She rolls her eyes at her best friend’s words. “Okay come back in one piece.” She said with a monotone voice. Will rolled his eyes at his best friend’s comment. “I know you hate him but I highly doubt he will kill me.” She looked back at him with a “really?” expression and he sighed. “We are the only ones that think he killed anyone Y/N/N.” “Doesn’t mean we are wrong.” She points out. She knew Hannibal was the killer. It wasn’t a think. She found the man creepy and odd. Sure he was charming but Y/N saw right through his bullshit. Will did too but couldn’t stay away from him.

She never wanted to come home and see Will dead or hear it because he keeps hanging out with Hannibal the cannibal. “I’ll be fine. You have to trust me.” He tells her. “Of course I trust you Will. It’s him I don’t trust. Jack could be eating you tomorrow.” She exclaims. He sighs and hugs her. “I’ll be back later in one piece.” She pulls away and looks at him. “You better be Graham.”

Hannibal and Will sat in the office as Hannibal was taking notes. “Tell me about Y/N.” Will looks at him confused as to why he’d even ask about her. “Y/N? She’s my best friend.” He tells the man. “Just best friend?” Will nods not seeing a point in the question. “Good then. I guess you wouldn’t mind me asking her out.” Will’s jaw dropped. Hannibal was into her? It almost made him laugh because Y/N hated him. There wasn’t any way that Hannibal would get her to go out with him. “Yeah good luck with that.” Will says, trying to hold back a laugh. “Why do you say that?” Will shrugged. “She’s hard to get.” Hannibal sat the notebook down and looked up at the man. “Well I love a challenge.”

Y/N waited and waited for Will to get home. Each time he went she became nervous. Her foot was tapping as she stared at the door. Where was he? As if on que he walked through the door and she let out a mental sigh of relief. He was okay. He greeted the dogs one by one and sat on the couch next to Y/N. He turned to look at her and laughed. She raised an eyebrow at him. “What’s so funny?” She asked. He shook his head. “You wouldn’t believe it.” He tells her. “Yeah well we can’t be sure until you tell me.” He nods and clears his throat. “Hannibal wants to ask you out.” He says holding back his laughs. She stood up so fast it almost made her dizzy. “What?” She asked. “Yep, he wants you.” She wanted to puke. The man she hated most wanted her. “Well you told him I’m not interested right? That I hate his fucking guts.?” She asked hopefully.

Will laughed and shook his head. “No, I told him you were hard to get.” She looked at him in disbelief. “Will are you fucking kidding me?” He looked up at her and saw how mad she looked. Wow she really hated him. “Oh come on Y/N/N just turn him down.” “I shouldn’t have to say a damn word to him.” She yelled. He stood up and turned to her. “It’s kinda funny if you think about it. You hate him, he wants you.” She was fuming. “Will that is not funny you ass.” She yelled. “Ok listen, just reject him and don’t say anything else.” He says. She sighs annoyed that she has to even do that.

Will was already at work when Hannibal knocked on the door. He saw another car in the driveway he assumed was Y/N’s. She opened the door and her face dropped at the sight. “Look, whatever Will told you was a lie. I’m not hard to get, I just don’t like you.” She says. Hannibal’s face dropped. Wow. “May I ask why?” She chuckled. “Besides the obvious point that you’re the killer?” “I am no killer Y/N.” She nods. “Right, sure.” She says and goes to close the door. “I won’t quit asking you on a date until you agree.” She opens the door back up. “A little creepy no?” “Well you think of me like that anyways.” He was right but Y/N wasn’t saying yes.

“Wait, he actually came by here and asked you out?” Will asked her as they sat on his couch talking. “Yes Will. Thanks to you.” He held up his hands. “I didn’t tell him to ask you out.” “You didn’t tell him not to either.” He sighed and looked at her. “Look maybe this could be good for you.” She looked at him with wide eyes. “Will he’s a killer and he eats people.” Will shrugged. “We don’t know that.” “Yes we do!” He stood up. “I just think you should accept one date with him. Get him off your back.” But she wasn’t going to.

Will woke up the next day to find flowers at his door. His best friend’s name on them and the hand writing matched Hannibal. He chuckled and set them on the counter for Y/N to find when she woke up.

She sighed as she walked into the kitchen and saw roses on the counter. Why did Will get her flowers? She picks them up and notices a note of her name. The handwriting was too pretty to be Will’s. She rolled her eyes as she realized Hannibal sent them. That man could not take a hint. Though they were beautiful. She put them in a vase and left for work.

“So you kept the flowers he sent?” Will asked as he saw them on the counter. She sighed over the phone. “Yes, because they are nice.” He hummed at her response. “Thought you’d throw them out since you hate him so much.” He joked. “Not the flower's fault he’s shitty.” Will laughed at her and told her he’d see her when she got home.

Day by day Hannibal would send Y/N gifts. Each time Will would laugh and Y/N would sigh but keep them. She wasn’t used to a man doing this for her and she couldn’t lie. It was kinda nice. She wouldn’t tell Will that for the simple fact that Will would make fun of her. She almost wanting to go out with him just for him to stop but she liked the attention. “You’re coming with me today.” Will tells her. She sighs and looks at him. “Will it’s my day off, i’m not going anywhere.” He shakes his head. “Nope. You are coming to Hannibal’s with me.” “But why? He keeps giving me things.” She whines. He chuckles, “You enjoy it.” She wasn’t denying that.

His house was huge. Who was she kidding? It was a mansion. “By the look on your face you’re impressed?” Will teased. She flipped him off and he knocked. Hannibal opened the door and lost his breath at the sight of Y/N. He could tell Will forced her here. “Nice place.” She says to him not even looking in his direction. He nods and smiles. “What am I gonna do?” She asked the two. “Think about my offer.” Hannibal said as he closed the door. She sighed and sat at the chair by the office. She played with her hands and debated on what to do. Maybe he’d leave her alone if they went out. Will wouldn’t let her live if she didn’t. He really thought it would be best for her even though they both thought he was the killer.

They were finished an hour later and she stood up as they came out. “So did you think about it?” Hannibal asked her. She looked down and sighed. “I’ll go on one date with you but that’s it.” She says to him. He nods and smirks “Be here at 7.” It was currently 4 so she had time.

“I can’t believe you agreed to go out with him.” Will said as they drove back to their house. “Yeah well you both wouldn’t shut up about it.” She shrugged. He looked at her. “You can’t wait, don't lie.” “I just want him to stop. I hope this works.”

She knocked on his door at 6:50. She knew the man was cooking and hoped he'd be done with the food by then. He opened the door and lost his breath. Y/N was in a pink dress that went down to her feet and her hair was down and curled. She had red lipstick and eyeliner on. She looked amazing. He stuttered over his words. “Y-You look amazing.” He tells her. She smiles and takes in his appearance. He had on a tux and his hair was like it always was. He didn’t look bad himself. “You don’t look bad yourself Lector.” He lets her in and they walk to the kitchen. The kitchen was huge and it smelled amazing. She saw the food on the table with what appeared to be wine. “You’re a wine guy?” She asked. He nodded. He pulled out a chair for her and she sat and thanked him. He sat in the chair that he usually sat in.

They began eating and it was some of the best food she had ever had.He watched as she ate the food. “You enjoying it?” He asked with a small smile. She nodded and looked over at him. “You’re a very good cook.” He thanked her for the compliment. “Just think you could be having this for the rest of your life.” She almost choked at his words. “Hannibal I was really hoping this would have been a one time thing.” She said to him. “You don’t even know me. I want to prove to you that i’m not the monster you think I am.” She couldn’t believe he wasn’t even if he could prove it. “That’s great but I don’t think we’d work out.” “Is it Will?” He asked. “No Will is my best friend.” “Then there isn’t a reason you can’t let me prove it to you.” She stared at him as he tried to reason with her. The man seemed set on having her around here more often. “Okay let’s get through this date first.”

She was a little drunk off the wine he had. She was laughing and giggling as they talked on his couch. He was laughing too. “Will actually did that before?” He asked her as she giggled. “Yep. He has no game when it comes to women.” He shook his head and set down the glass. “He should really bring this up in our sessions. I would love to help him.” They both laughed. “Yeah you certainly could.” The laughing died down a bit and they looked at each other. “You look like an angel tonight.” He said softly to her. She felt her face heat up and she had to look away. “I’m serious. There’s never been a woman as beautiful as you. “ She looked at him after he said that.

They both started leaning in slowly until their lips touched. They both tasted of the wine Hannibal had. The kiss was soft and passionate as he moved closer to her. His hand went to her neck to deepen the kiss. Her hands placed themselves on his chest. She moved over to sit in his lap and his hands held her hips. They both pulled away breathing hard. “Hannibal, I am so sorry.” She said, trying to get off his lap. “It’s okay dear. I liked it a lot.” She smiled at his words and cupped his face. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.” She whispered. “I hated you at first but now I-I think I like you alot.” He smiled . “Well that’s not such a big thing is it?” “I don’t know.” “Would you go on a second date with me?” He asked her. She bit her lip and nodded. “Yeah I would.” She leaned in and kissed him again. Maybe she was wrong about him but little did she know that Will would be arrested the next day and things would go down hill.

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #hannibal imagine #hannibal x reader #Hannibal imagine #hannibal lector x reader #Hannibal lector imagine

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allis-tblr-i-guess · 10 months

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Did anyone else catch this in Hannibal (2001)?

Raw ambergris base, Tennessee lavender, and fleece were the top notes in the fragrance Lecter had specifically crafted for Clarice and scented his letter with.

Raw ambergris base - very expensive product banned in most countries save a few in Europe; ends up being a clue 💛

Tennessee lavender - Like Memphis, TN? As in, the last place they saw each other and where they first touched?! 🪻

Fleece - need I even explain? Lambs. 🐑

The significance of each scent, including the clue he placed, makes the fragrance a love letter in and of itself.

The scents could represent an idea or a nuance between the two. For example, the raw ambergris (rare and hard to find, expensive, a clue to Lecter's geographical whereabouts) = Lecter himself, the lavender = Memphis, their last meeting, the touch, and the fleece = Starling's lambs, the screaming, possibly asking if she still hears them, the fact that he knows about them.

Going off of symbolism alone, one could argue the wording of said letter through its symbolism reads:

I remember that night in Memphis when you told me about the lambs.

Or...

I fondly recall our last meeting.

Or he is simply asking...

Are the lambs still screaming?

And that just makes the scene where he answers the phone before killing Pazzi and Starling speaks just *sting*. He asks her, "Did you like the skin cream, I had it made especially for you?". He could be asking, "Did you get my love letter, Clarice?" And she just ignores it like he's just being an ass. Ugh 😩❤️ And technically he was by bringing it up then so it's not as if she completely lost it's meaning but still.

It's great because he does reference the lambs in the books (obviously there is SO much missing from the movie that's in the books).

But just like how we have the Burning Heart line and Hopkins hinting at the romance, we have this too. This beautifully snuck in little bit for the SOTL fans.

Even if we can't go as far to say it was a message, the fact that he used those items to make a "Clarice Starling" fragrance is still beautiful and their parallels to the first film are still there.

A lot is up for interpretation and that is another thing I just LOVE about the 2nd film.

#clannibal #hannibal lecter #silence of the lambs #clarice starling #hannibal x clarice #happyendingforclannibal #hannibal 2001 #clarice x hannibal #aaaahhh just the blatant symbolism

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filthyslashertoad · 2 years

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Slashers being horny headcannons

CW: NSFW, talk of being horny/aroused, sex, cursing, oral, bondage, masturbation, spanking, talk of lingerie, brief mention of rough sex(Very brief)

Part 1, character requests open for Part 2

Michael Myers

Since he doesn't talk, he will show you the way he feels through his actions.

When you're standing somewhere around the house he'll come up behind you, pressing his erection into your ass. He won't let you go, so don't expect him to, even if you try to pull away because he has an iron grip squeezing your hips.

If he's feeling more direct he will most likely just pick you up and take you to your shared bedroom, throwing you onto the bed and ruthlessly fuck you.

Danny Johnson

Leaves you polaroid's all around your house of him masturbating or doing nasty things.

If you're out in public he'll whisper in your ear about how much he wants to fuck you and tell you about how much of a tease you're being for ignoring him.

Totally wants to tie you up with some rope and fuck you in the Ghostface outfit.

Gets turned on at the thought of finger fucking your while wearing his leather gloves.

Hannibal Lecter

Is very much into spanking, especially when he gets to use it as punishment.

Although he prefers to fuck you slowly and sensually, part of him can't help the fact of thinking about how loud you'd moan while he fucks you fast and rough.

Hates creating mess but wouldn't mind fucking you all over his office.

Amanda Young

Loves giving oral, does it both for your pleasure and because she enjoys it.

Moans super loud whenever you praise her during sex.

Likes to surprise you with lingerie, so she'll wear it underneath a robe or baggy t-shirt.

#Michael Myers #Danny Johnson #hannibal lecter #amanda young #slashers #hcs #michael myers x reader #danny johnson x reader #hannibal lecterx reader #amanda young x reader #smut #dbd #Michael myers smut #Danny Johnson smut #Hannibal lecter smut #Amanda young smut

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69-toojay · 4 months

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Psycho Gay people will do the some far fetched crazy ass Batman gambit equivalent of emotional manipulation to bag the object of their affection and we'll all be like i don't think,, that will work. And then it does because the object of their affection thinks the same insane fucked up way they do.

Seo Moonjo making a bracelet out of teeth and going heehee wonder how jongu will feel when he sees this? Im like uh... Not gay love for sure, like I don't think he's going run into your arms and gay kiss you because you strung dead people's teeth on a metal wire for him, and then he did.

Dr. Lecter being like Will likes Alana??? Over me?? Gonna fuck her to make him jealous like sir with all due respect I don't think he's going to be jealous in your direction, and then he was.

Wilgram will be like I need to break up with Hannibal so he goes to prison, and I was like what? Why would he-

🤦‍♀️

Like yeah they're doing absolutely insane things but all of those insane things are absolutely working so who's really insane?

#strangers from hell #hannigram #Mjjw #Nbc Hannibal #Yoon Jongwoo #seo moonjo #hannibal lecter #Will Graham

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bliss-is-in-blood · 2 months

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Random (cute) thought on Hannibal and Mischa

The Lecter's Manor/Castle is still around and since Chiyoh is off and is not protecting the properties anymore (I do believe she sent the curious away and the few that wanted to make some urban exploration, off while she stayed). I'm sure some people went looking around.

Especially after Hannibal case resonates worldwide since he's one of the biggest and most impressive Seral killer of the century, whose finally been caugh, it's sure some are going to go looking around the Manor/Castle for fun and investigation.

You probably find video on youtube of people exploring, Lituanian autorities actually have to regulate that but surely some pass in the cracks of the net.

And what if Hannibal familly had a camera and films. That some of those trespassers would ultimatly find and post on the net too. Some would be very damaged but some other are in better condition.

One of the video is filmed by Hannibal's mother who hide at a corner, or at half the stair, it shows Hannibal and Mischa about a year before the tragedy, playing on the floor. Hannibal is literally lying down on the carpet, a book discarded at his side and a very expensive painting between them.

Hannibal took the painting from the wall to show it to her more closely, so she can see the details more clearly, because she was interested by it. He explains some stuff to her and she listen attentively, asking question, engaging with her brother. She has chalk on her hands from studying math on those small blackboard slate / or was drawing some stuff on it, and she's actively putting chalk print on the painting. And it goes on for a while until their mother interrupt their little moment with "Shouldn't you two be studying?" she says it with a laugh. But Hannibal immediatly look up, and with the quality of the video you can't really tell if he's worried, surprised or upset to have been interrupted but he gets up quickly and trot away calling Mischa to get up and follow, which she does without question and follow her brother. Their mother follow them right to the main door where you see Hannibal helping Mischa with her coat and scarf and gloves and Mischa laugh as if she don't understand they could be in trouble. Then they disapears outside, and it's so bright and exposed you don't see much but you guess it's snowy outside. last thing you hear is the mother telling them to get back before dinner.

Another one is just Hannibal and Mischa building a snowman outside and messing around.

Another one, this one it's Hannibal who hold the camera while he and Mischa tries to bake a cake, there's flour everywhere and while trying to hold the camera and mix eggs and flour and sugar the bowl rip away from his grip and fall and Mischa is laughing her ass off in the background, the camera turns to her her fingers covered in blueberries juice she's not sorry to not have been of any help.

Another one is in a more stern setting where Hannibal plays at the piano, he's very focused and it's clear he is observed by a small crowd. Mischa comes around and sit at his side and mess up with some piano keys. He shoo her away and other people are calling for her to stop bothering her brother but when she start to cry and their parent tries to bring her somewhere else, Hannibal call for her to sit back at his side on the bench, which she does, escaping the adults grasp. Hannibal show her a few keys to play, and when she get it correctly start resuming his own play, everytime he can free a hand in the music sheet he show her something else, it's all simple but it goes well with what he is playing.

There is a compilation too, it always start with Hannibal coming home, he's passing the door and you have a young girl screaming and crashing into her brother sometime violently enough Hannibal stumble, but Mischa always ignore the other people around even if it's her parents and welcome her brother first. Sometime he pick her up, always when she a bit less energetic or in a mood. She often tell him she missed him even if Hannibal was away for less than a hour (or so he says) or she ask him what he brough her and those time you see Hannibal pull out a feather or a rock or candy or whatever, and Mischa is always delighted.

You have another one that start at the high of an argument where Mischa is screaming, evidently upset saying "I don't like you, you're not by brother anymore !" and slapping the door of her room. Hannibal calmly return to his own room after looking at the camera with a bit of disdain or indifference. it keep rolling for around ten minutes, nothing happens, until Mischa gets out of her room and goes to knock on Hannibal's room. The door open.

"Can you play with me."

"I'm not your brother anymore, I'm not playing if I'm not your brother anymore." Mischa is clearly upset/frustrated by his comments

"That's not true you're my brother, you're always my brother stop lying !"

"If that's the case then what game do you want to play ?"

"The monster" She says happilly.

"The monster? then you better be ready because it's comming."

and a few seconds later you have Mischa running, happily screaming and laughing while Hannibal run behind her making noise and making sure not to be too fast so she can flee while he pretend he's going to catch her. as if the argument that happenned ten minutes earlier didn't happen.

All those video (and some more) are very cute and now everyone is wondering if they should warn Hannibal those video exist, that they exist for everyone to see, wondering if they should show them to him.

Bedelia tell them they should keep it secret, because even her doesn't have a clue how Hannibal could react to them. She know Hannibal lost the memory of his sister face during his trauma, it's locked away with it and recovering the memory of her face might unlock things nor Hannibal nor anyone dealing with Hannibal would be able to deal with. It's also a bit of a punition, because it might be the only way Hannibal could recover the full memory of her.

Now imagine post-fall, Will inform Hannibal of the existence of those video and when he is ready he can look at them. And he does, feeling safe even if he break down because Will is there to understand him and actually support him and help him deal with some door Hannibal hasn't dared to open, ever.

#HANNIBAL #NBC HANNIBAL #HANNIGRAM #MURDER HUSBANDS #WILL GRAHAM #MISCHA LECTER #HANNIBAL LECTER #sorry if this is a bit cheesy but my brain have been entertaining the idea h24 for two weeks at least #it was requiered to be put out in the world

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writeshite · 2 years

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I absolutely love the homelander x therapist smut! Can I request a part two where John wants the reader to top him? Fluffy smut too

One Look And You’re Hypnotized

Summary:

“You’re hot when you’re threatening people,” John murmurs. You sip your drink with a smile, “She’ll be back,” you place your hand on his chest, sliding it beneath the side flap, “In the meantime, why don’t we go see how many orgasms I can fuck out of you.”

Pairings:

Homelander x Male!Reader

Tags:

Smut | Fluff | Brief Possessiveness | Praise Kink | Slight Threat Of Violence

Words: 2482

Author's Note:

I will not explain the thought process behind this other than Reader is once again inspired by Hannibal Lecter (excluding the cannibalism). Do I know where this went? No. But did I enjoy writing it? Yes.

John takes having sex as the final boundary to cross before he dives all the way into his infatuation, you fuck twice more on your kitchen floor, and you doze off after, waking in his suite at Vought Tower. You’re no longer in your usual sleep attire, instead draped in a long sheer robe - the fabric around your torso is near see-through, but the bottom half is slightly more opaque. You sit up in bed and find Ashley standing off nervously to the side, biting her lip and scratching anxiously at her nails.

The room is decked out with more of your possessions, all waiting for you as if you’d just moved into a new apartment. When you look to the side, a vase of flowers awaits, and beneath it sits a card - Congratulations to the happy couple - Ashley clears her throat and hands you a singular piece of paper. “What….”

“Vought sends its happiest regards on your marriage,” she says, “sir.” She blurbs out the title after, and you turn to her with a look of confusion; she just points to the paper. Now genuinely looking at it, you realize it’s a marriage certificate; the details are all filled out, and at the bottom are spaces for three signatures, the first two - John and Vought’s President - the third space is for you.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” you both turn to the door. Homelander stands there, all happy smiles. “Pretty neat, huh?”

“Could you…give us a moment?” You ask, but Ashley’s already rushing to leave; once the door clicks shut, you hold the paper up, “John, what is this?” He moves towards the bed, sitting beside you before he pecks your temple; when you press for an answer, he distracts you with another kiss, “John, I need an answer….”

“You don’t need an answer,” he interjects, “you’re home.”

You turn your head and trail your fingers on his cheek, “Darling, I’m your therapist —”

“Exactly, you’re mine, so you need to be with me; besides,” he pulls you close, your legs across his lap, one hand between your legs, “you said I was a good boy, and good boys get rewards.”

“Ah, so I’m a reward then?” He nods enthusiastically, “Is that what the marriage certificate’s for?” He smiles wider, happy that you seem to be going down the same thoughts as he no doubt is with this; he’s caressing your inner thigh and gripping your waist. There’s a hint of uncertainty in his eye as he tells you all this; mild panic surrounds him as he awaits your verdict on the matter.

You tilt your head, moving your legs to straddle him, “If I marry you,” you begin, “it means I’m yours, but it also means you’re mine. That means no one else gets to have a piece of you, no intern, no other supe, no one,” he moves up, chasing you for a kiss, you bring your face close to his, mouths inches apart, “not even Sitwell.”

He stops at the sound of her name, eyes locked on yours; you move your body closer and grind down onto him; he grunts, but you don’t stop. His hands push your robe up as he adjusts your position, hands gripping your ass painfully as he moans out your name. A wet patch forms on his crotch, the tent of his hard-on causing him to groan. His eyes flutter as he loses his concentration, his mind buzzing as the lust wraps around it. “No, no, sweetheart, don’t go just yet,” you lightly slap his cheek, “we’re still talking.”

He mutters something incoherent. You take his face into your hands, pushing aside the haze so he can speak more clearly, “...love you…you…love….” It’s the closest you’ll get to an answer at this point, so you take it; he whines when you move from him, then grumbles when you call Ashley’s name. She returns to the room, congratulating you as you sign the paper.

“There’ll be a press conference next week to announce it to the world; until then, enjoy your…uh…honeymoon.”

When she’s gone again, you return to the bed; John looks mildly irritated; you stalk up to him on all fours, and he slides down a little. He pulls you onto him, the outline of his dick pressing against you; you unbuckle his belt and help him shed the suit, chuckling when his cock springs up eagerly. He doesn’t waste any time lining it up, and you have to stop him when he gets half of it in before you can prepare. You hiss as you slide in the rest of it. John’s hands run along your lower torso, gaze facing up; he smiles at the slight scrunch of painful pleasure in your expression. He moves the robe off your shoulders but doesn’t toss it aside, leaving it on you; when you’ve adjusted to him, you glance down, clenching around him.

“That was a dirty move, dear,” you mutter; there’s a dull pain on your lower back, “I might not be able to walk after this.”

John thrusts into you; you lower your face to his, close like this again, “Good,” John mutters before his lips are on yours. It’s not as fast-paced as the first time; he moves slow, hands stroking every inch of you as if mesmerized, passion coils between you, and you push your own emotion into it. John hums at your delight when you part for air, his mouth holds open as his eyes close in bliss - his head tits back, and yours follows suit - the robe flies in the air as you bounce on his dick. You use his shoulder to balance yourself, your hands wander higher, settling around his neck - you don’t have the strength to strangle him, but John still enjoys it - his thrusts slow down, but you don’t. Riding him hard and reveling in the choked sound that leaves his mouth, he grips your hip hard, no doubt leaving an indent of a bruise, but you don’t care.

Your hands migrate from his neck, then down his chest, nails barely grazing his skin as you spear yourself on his dick. “Look at my pretty boy…,” you say. John’s hair curls around his forehead, gathered like a halo, the pillows beneath surround him like clouds, and the sounds he makes ring like music in your ears. When John comes, he tries to thrust further and manages a few, he draws his legs up, and you lean on them, still sat atop him as the come rushes in.

You shower together after, and John carries you into the bathroom, hands never quite leaving you; he holds you above the ground as the water runs over you. And you leave the bathroom, lips swollen from making out. John still has hero work to do, but he rushes back after, snuggling into your arms the second he returns.

“How was work?” You’re lying back on the couch; the TV sound falls into the background as you card your fingers through John’s hair.

“Shitty,” he grunts, “had to save a bunch of cocksuckers today….” He rubs his face on your chest; ever since your marriage, he’s liked keeping you in sheer robes and as less clothing as possible, “....missed you.”

You kiss his forehead, “Missed you too.”

Ashley is the only other face you see in between now and the press conference; she tries not to be around much, treading lightly when John’s about.

The press conference is loud, cameras flash at you as reporters clamor for your attention, and the room is arranged to mimic a church altar - with the podium at the front surrounded by flowers, and you and the people present sitting in rows. You stand hand in hand with John as the speaker drones on; the Seven sit at the very front, half on one isle, half on the other. The dress code has everyone around you donned in white, and various shades of cream - including the supes - John had grimaced at the sight of his ‘wedding suit’ earlier.

The speaker, Madelyn Sitwell, puts on a facade of joy, but there’s a bubble of irritation, you think, around it; when she turns to you and John, you note the strained smile on her face. The reporters nearly swamp you at the mock reception.

“How did you meet?”

“How long have you known each other?”

“Is your husband a supe too?”

John’s PR smile is on full blast; he takes one of the mics being shoved in his face, “Look, all you need to know is that marrying this man was the greatest thing to ever happen to me….” He goes on, laying in the sweet sappiness, and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from outright laughing. Over the flashes and heads, you see Sitwell again, a glass of something in hand; she’s not smiling anymore; her lips are drawn into a frown as outright envy bursts from her. There’s a dash of vexation there as well, and a part of you almost feels smug; leaning your head onto John’s chest and placing your hand there riles her further.

She looks about ready to snap her glass in half. “Anything else to add?” the reporter who asks does so timidly, a nervous smile on their face as they pass the mic to you.

“Not much,” you say, “but I do want to express how lucky I am to have found such an amazing man to be my husband.”

Oh, she doesn’t like that. Stalking off in a huff as John tilts his head for a kiss, the cameras go off tenfold, and you hold him softly; you send him off to fetch you refreshment after to give Sitwell a chance to saddle by. “I’m amazed at how well you handle him,” she starts, holding out her hand, “Madelyn Sitwell, Vice President of Vought, as you know.”

You shake her hand, introducing yourself, “Husband to Homelander, as you know.” You both stand there, eyeing the other up, “so Miss Sitwell, come to offer your happiest blessings?”

“Something like that,” she replies, “I just wanted to meet the man who stole Homelander’s heart….and mind.”

You grin, “Well, I guess I’m just that good,” you shrug, “but that’s not really why you’re here, is it? Go on then, ask away; what do you really want, Sitwell?”

“I’ve never had to struggle keeping John’s attention, it took me a while, but I got there,” she says, “now you show up and, in less than a year, manage to do what I did and keep him in line. What’s your goal here? What are you planning?”

“Well, tonight, I’m planning to fuck my husband,” you respond slyly, “see, he likes it when I —”

“I don’t,” she holds her hand up, “I don’t need to know the details, thanks. Still doesn’t answer —”

“Oh please, don’t pretend to care about John’s wellbeing,” you interrupt, “you’re just mad you can’t make him do what you want anymore.” The resentment she’d been holding in flares up, and she glowers at you, “Struck a nerve then, have I?”

She takes deep breaths to calm herself, “I’d think twice about crossing the line with me.”

“I should say that to you,” you tell her, “who knows what John will do for me.” It’s not a threat per se, at least not in the most blatant way, it does the trick, and Sitwell steps back, resentment fading into fear, then slight panic when John returns; he hands you a glass of champagne with a kiss, then turns to greet her. She smiles as she offers her good wishes; you toast to her words, and John follows suit, “Thank you, Miss Sitwell.”

“You’re hot when you’re threatening people,” John murmurs.

You sip your drink with a smile, “She’ll be back,” you place your hand on his chest, sliding it beneath the side flap, “In the meantime, why don’t we go see how many orgasms I can fuck out of you.”

You slide away from the events, John flying you back to his suite; he doesn’t bother to lock the door as you pull him inside. Most of your clothes get discarded on your way to the bed, and shoes and gloves fumble together by the bedroom door - John falls onto the bed, head on the bottom half with you on top of him. He’s happy to toss the white suit aside; you sling one of his legs over your shoulder as the other curls around you, heel digging into your backside. You kiss him giddily, “Put it in already, will you?”

“Impatient, aren’t we?” You utter by his lips, you’ve still got your shirt on, and he pulls you by your tie. He moans when your dick goes in; his other hand grips your shirt as he pulls the tie, “You like that, don’t you?” Thrusting into him, you kiss him again, biting his lip when you move back - there’s content and cheerfulness around you; John drags you back in every second for kisses.

When you do get some semblance of a pace going, John tosses his head back, eyes shut, and you hold onto his hips, the sound of skin on skin in the room, as you pound into him. There’s a sound somewhere in the background, but you ignore it; when you recognize the sound of heels, you glance up from John’s face - Sitwell stands by the door; she’s got one of her dress sleeves draping off her shoulder, a bottle of wine in one hand and her clutch bag in the other. You tilt your head, smirk on your face, John’s still unaware of her presence, and you doubt he’ll come down from the high anytime soon. You don’t stop, gaze locked on hers as you fuck John, “Are you mine forever, John?” you ask smugly.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes….” he repeats the word like a mantra. Sitwell looks like a deer in headlights, and you laugh - something wicked, something mocking - you pull her mind into the haze, and she flinches at the overwhelming feeling of it, dropping the wine bottle; it shatters as she clutches her head, it’s too much for her, and she whimpers as it strangles her thoughts. Distress bursts from her, and a trail of it drifts behind her as she runs from the room.

“....what….what was that?”

“Nothing you need to worry about,” you reply, kissing his nose. You hover closer to him, John’s arms wind around you, and he locks his legs around your waist; you kiss along his neck, reveling in the small whimpers that come from him. John maneuvers you around so he can lay on your chest, nudging his head into your chin until you run your hands through his hair; you fall asleep that way, hands loosely tucked in the strands of his hair.

End Note:

At this point, my FBI agent is probably rolling in their grave. I gotta admit, the idea of Reader and Sitwell just ready to fight entertains me. Stay Hydrated.

#homelander x male reader #homelander x reader #shiterequests #my fbi agent must be rolling in their grave 💀#Homelander has a praise kink i said what i said #therapist reader

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 8 months

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Yandere Professor Hannibal Lecter x Female Reader

Chapter 3

Melting her frozen heart

What is wrong with you? Again.

Itch. Itch. Itch.

Your shin and foot skin were driving you nuts.

This was new. You never had this problem before. You recovered from your flu. For good behavior, Lecter let you roam around his massive garden.

But, it was odd.

Your leg was making you scratch it.

"What are you doing!? You're making yourself bleed!"

Lecter slapped your hand away from your leg. He sat down on the lounge chair next to you.

The streaks of chaffed skin and little blood made him frown in disappointment.

He gave you a pointed look. " Why are you itching? Are you allergic to certain plants?"

"No."

Lecter told you to stay then went inside the mansion. He came back with coconut lotion.

Then he applied it to your rashes.

You felt your cheeks turn red. The white liquid made you think of it as something else. You had a strict father who didn't let you date yet. He said when you become twenty.

As you watched your ex Professor rub your leg, you studied him.

He was rather handsome despite being kind of old.

His lips were thin and gray. Cracked too. As if he needed to drink more water. Bagged eyes from lack of sleep. Despite all his flaws, he still looked like a beautiful man to you. You wondered why

He had ugly qualities yet you weirdly find him attractive.

If it were not for the fact, he kidnapped your ass, you would have a crush on him. But, he bullies you in class. Maybe that is why you never noticed him before.

Did he kidnap you just to get your attention?

You frowned in confusion. Why didn't he just asked for you instead of bothering and humiliating you at school?

Oh, well.

You didn't mind now .

The woman part of you began to wet herself. It was now ego boosting that you were loved by this older gentleman.

Rich, older, oddly handsome, and intelligent. The whole package. A great cook too.

You loved cooking too and sewing. After showing manners, Lecter allowed you to cook your own meals and bought some fabric for you.

Then a knitting kit. You began to practice the basics. It was fun despite not being good at it first. You want to knit some stuffed animals.

At least Lecter allowed YouTube.

Lecter on the other hand was worried. How could you hurt yourself? He was scared you would get an infection, get sick and be back to square one. He cannot bear the thought of you dying and leaving him.

Lecter couldn't live without you. He was miserable and lonely before he met you.

Drugs and alcohol helped but not for long. He needs you

But, your stupidity surprised him sometimes. You were so reckless! You almost fell down the stairs by not paying attention and almost burned yourself with the hair dryer. Clumsy brat of an idiot.

But you were his brat. Lecter hid a grin.

Normally, the women he dated of course had flaws. It would bother him and he would soon break up with them.

You had the worst flaws of all. Yet he loved you still. How you ruined and corrupted him.

That is what true love is. He wasn't dating you but actually loving and living with you.

Oh, well. Lecter didn't care. He hid a grin from you as he finished up rubbing the lotion.

He looked up to see you ogling at him. Lecter looked away to hide his blush. It was time!

You were finally his!

Lecter straightened his face and then picked you up bridal style once again.

This time, he led you to his bedroom….

You couldn't believe what just happened. You were no longer a virgin.

You felt Lecter grab your arm to hold you close to him. He was sweating and slick as butter.

Despite knowing it will hurt the first time, it hurt as hell.

You assumed the man would go easy on you. Did he know it was your first time?

Lecter was a beast. He didn't show you mercy even after the evidence of bleeding. He had an arrogant smirk when he saw that and continued pounding you hard.

He didn't give you time to adjust or recover.

His kisses were slobbery and wet too.

You assumed he was experienced with women due to his age. But, he felt like a child who didn't have his candy for a long time. Was it a long time since he dated?

Snapping you out of it, he made you place your head on his chest.

In a ragged breath, he whispered. "You are mine."

You were too scared to say something.

"I love you."

Lecter frowned at your lack of response and squeezed your breast a little hard.

Wincing you said "I love you" back.

Smirking, he let his eyes drop shut.

Dear Readers

I had a good day today. I went on a field trip with my debate class to another city at a college. It was fun. That is why I was motivated to write some fanfics of smut. Check them all out on my blog. Thank you.

#yandere hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal #yandere x reader

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suchawrathfullamb · 3 months

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LAMBIE I HAVE A NEW BRAIN FART FOR YOU, and it's pretentious A F...... and it's also so so so *so* out of left field that it works in my brain:

Clarice should have turned out to be Bedelia's kid.

For the purposes of this thing, I will prolly refer to Clarice as they/she, because I would very much like Hunter Schafer to play Clarice if they were to ever bring her into the narrative. But onto my theory, which is completely SUBMERGED in the one fact that they used du Maurier for Bedelia's last name.

They gave her the last name DU MAURIER. I AM SORRY, BUT DU MAURIER WROTE 'THE BIRDS', which was then turned into the Hitchcock film in which Hitch was creepy af towards Tippi, but ANYWAYS--the writers' room has already put forth this tiny seed here: Du Maurier, birds, Starling.

LIKE IM SORRY BRYAN FULLER BUT YOU HAVE MADE THIS TOO EASY FOR ME TO CREATE THIS FARFETCHED THEORY JUST BASED OFF OF GOTHIC LITERARY/FILM REFERENCES.

I have transplanted some of Bedelia to be based on Rebecca de Winter, cold and callous and cruel and probably fucked around and found out and also would have cruelly and coldly had a child to prove a point and then dispose of it (she and Mama!Graham should have tea some time).

Also Bedelia, stylistically and character wise, she's very much a Hitchcock blonde. She brings a lot of that aesthetic vibe and demeanour--ice cold, smart, deceiving. It's all just set up right there, like this Hitchcock vibe there okay bye.

(Also, can I say that I wish Daphne du Maurier would stop haunting my head on Hannigram vibes, because for some reason, Will going to the Lecter castle gave me such 'last night i dream of Manderley' vibes.)

10/10 totally think that Clarice's father is irrelevant and unknown and DEFINITELY NOT HANNIBAL, and that she would have come into the narrative as an adult human being who would start out the story as the narrator of Rebecca does, oblivious at first to the dark mess she has stepped into but then embracing the secrets and the murder and prolly being like 'oh so you ate the woman who birthed me, wow that's...... very unfortunate'. Maybe she was one of those people that sat in Will's snarky ass lectures and was like ??? wait, so do we pass or fail this class bc he disappeared before giving out final grades.... or who knows, maybe she was living in some gothic estate with a Miss Havisham type figure who has frozen all the time or something.

idek this is my recent weird design.

wait this made me think about will hating bedelia so much bc it subconsciously reminds him of mama graham lol

#brainrots?#headcanons #theories #hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #ask the lamb #tell the lamb things

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charliedawn · 9 months

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Hello! What would yandere!Morgan Lecter do if the woman he was in love (who didn't know he was in love with her) got cheated on by the man that she was with and Morgan found out about it?

Also, how are you doing? ☺️

(Here you go. Hope you’ll like it ! And I’m fine. Thank you for asking. 💜)

Morgan had been chasing his prey all afternoon and smiled as he finally caught up to her and tackled her to the ground. She screamed and struggled—but the chase was over. He closed his eyes and as the smell and taste of blood filled his senses…He felt alive.

"Hey ! Not fair ! I had my eyes on that one !", Kevin complained behind him and Morgan chuckled.

"So sorry. Next time, I’ll make sure to label it. ‘Property of Kevin Hannibal.’"

Kevin shook his head before looking down at the prey at his feet. He had been so close to catching her…Morgan sighed as he started carrying the body with Kevin.

"Come on. Y/N is supposed to come today. Don’t want her to see the body…"

Kevin nodded, but rolled his eyes. He had met you when Morgan had first brought you to the house. It was obvious you both liked each other, but Morgan had been too stupid to tell you before you git with your terribly boring boyfriend. And now, Kevin had to suffer being the only member of the family aware of Morgan’s feelings…

"Did you tell her ?", Kevin finally asked and Morgan frowned in incomprehension.

"Tell who what ?"

Kevin rolled his eyes.

"Y/N. That you like her. Duh. She’s the only girl you ever brought home in the history of forever. You gotta tell her, mate."

Even though he hated to admit it, Kevin was right. He knew he should tell you. And, he wished he could. He had waited too long. But, for a reason. He had wished you to see him as a whole instead of the well-crafted mask he had spent years shaping. He wished you knew all of him. His gentle side, as well as the monster with its bloodlust and hunter skills. He wished you’d accept him as he was. The good and the bad. If he could be honest with you about that, then maybe he’d be able to be honest about his feelings as well.

"Try telling her today. Maybe she’ll even have the guts to dump her douchebag of a boyfriend for your stupid ass ? Who knows ?", Kevin insisted with a small mocking grin. But, deep down ? He genuinely wanted you two to get together so Morgan could start being happy…And Morgan knew and was grateful for it.

Morgan was about to answer him when he heard his phone ring and looked down to read the message you had left. His eyes widened as it said that you were at the manor and needed to talk. He wiped his face carefully of all traces of blood before running back to the manor—leaving Kevin to bring the body back to the cabin by himself. But, Kevin didn’t complain. He even laughed as he saw Morgan trace back to the manor.

"…What a dork."

At the manor :

Morgan was surprised to find you waiting at the door. You looked ill. You had dark circles under your eyes and puffy eyelids due to exhaustion and tears.

"Y/N ?", he gently called you and you swiftly turned around to face him. You had promised yourself not cry anymore, but the moment you saw Morgan’s worried face…You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You ran to hug your best friend before sobbing against his shoulder.

"He cheated on me ! He was with another woman and I…I…" Your tears were making it harder and harder to speak and he held you before bringing you inside. He then asked you to tell him everything and it shocked him to learn that your boyfriend had had a secret affair for months. You had caught the two of them together and Morgan was speechless for a few seconds.

The fool didn’t know what he had done by breaking your heart. He had signed his own death warrant. However, Morgan first took care of you and made sure to comfort you and soothe you to sleep…

"Ssh…It’s okay, darling. I’m here. Everything is going to be fine. He’ll pay. I promise you that…", hé shushed you softly while stroking your hair soothingly. He held you close and rocked you back and forth. He promised he’d stay with you while you slept…

But, as soon as your eyes closed ? He grabbed his coat and walked out.

He had someone to kill.

A few hours later :

Morgan had finally caught the man responsible for your misery and had dragged him all the way into the forest. Your ex tried to struggle, scream and fight…but it was no use. He was tightly attached and his eyes widened in fear when Morgan placed his pocket knife against his throat.

"You know what’s funny ? I would have done ANYTHING to be the person she loves. Anything. And you—poor excuse for a human being—screw it up. Now, I am going to enjoy watching you bleed out like the pig that you are !"

He then thrusted the sharp edge of the knife into the soft flesh and stared as the life of the man before him slowly left his eyes. He felt the adrenaline rush course through his veins and smiled as he proceeded to drag the body back to the manor. He would have to use the old incinerator. He wouldn’t let his family eat this garbage…However, he didn’t think of the possibility of getting caught. He was just too eager. And maybe, did he want to get caught ? He wanted to see the joy in your face once you would understand what he had done for you—what he was willing to do for you…

"Morgan." He heard your soft voice call to him.

He turned around and here you were. But, Hannibal Sr. was also with you. The two people he cared about the most were now staring at him. However, their reactions weren’t the ones he expected…You seemed terrified and Hannibal Jr. seemed disappointed for some reason.

"Morgan…What have you done ?", you asked with an horrified expression. But before he could answer, Hannibal Jr. added.

"And why ?"

He looked between the both of you before he giggled maniacally and replied.

"Why ? Why did I do it ? Isn’t it obvious ?" He turned towards you and smiled tenderly. You had never seen such a bittersweet smile on him. "It is because of you. It has always been about you. I love you. I love you so much that I would do anything for you. Absolutely anything."

You brought your hands to your mouth in shock and your eyes watered as you recognised the body. You wouldn’t have imagined…Morgan was your friend. Yes. But, it had never been more than that. You thought it would never go beyond it because he was acting so cold and distant most of the time. But, now you understood why…Your eyes lowered to the body of your ex surrounded by blood and you shook your head. You would have never imagined…He was a doctor. He was supposed to love saving lives. Not take them.

But, Morgan seemed to be blind to the conflict inside of you as he reached out for your hands—warm blood staining your hands as well.

"And since he’s gone…You’re going to love me. And you’ll be a part of our family…right ?"

He squeezed your hands and you gritted your teeth. This was all too much.

Hannibal Jr. was the first to realize that things wouldn’t go Morgan’s way as he stared at your horrified expression. He opened his mouth to stop the blow before it was too late…But, he didn’t need to. When Morgan looked you in the eyes, he saw what he feared would be in there. Fear. He released your hands and you took a couple of steps back.

"Morgan…I…I didn’t want this."

"I understand. You are afraid. I didn’t want you to learn it like this." He ran a hand through his hair and tried to explain. "But, now you see me. All of me. I’m still Morgan. I am your friend. The one who always cared for you and you…you care for me."

He took a step forward with a smile he hoped looked convincing, but your backed away.

"…I’m so sorry, Morgan. I can’t."

The sight of blood. The insanity gleaming in his eyes. The desperation in his voice…It was too much. And it scared you. You turned around and started walking away.

"…Y/N ?"

You heard him call after you and your whole body started shaking as you kept walking away. You weren’t strong enough for this. You were upset. Of course you were. And it wasn’t even about the fact that he was a killer. It was for the fact that he had lied to you. Everything was a lie. The only person you thought would always be true.

"Y/N !", he called for you once more, but when he tried to chase after you…Hannibal Jr. intervened. He stepped between the both of you and grabbed Morgan’s arm.

"Come on, my boy. It is time for us to leave as well."

Morgan shook his head and looked at you until you were out of view. Wishing…Believing you would look back at him. But, you didn’t. It hurt more than he cared to admit. At the end, he let Hannibal Jr. lead him back to the manor.

Back inside :

Both Hannibal Jr. and Morgan stated silent as they stared at the fire burning bright in the hearth…Finally, Hannibal Jr. cut the silence.

"…Morgan. I think it would do you some good to leave town for a little while.", Hannibal Jr. told him and Morgan seemed distraught by the suggestion.

"Why ? Because I killed this insignificant insect and his lover ?", he asked and Hannibal Jr. nodded.

"Yes. Partly. But, most of all ? Because you did it for her. You are the oldest, Morgan. You will one day become the person your brothers will look up to. We cannot allow you to give in to such emotions. And we cannot have you put the family in jeopardy."

Morgan lowered his gaze in shame and took a deep breath before muttering.

"I thought she’d be family…"

Hannibal Jr. stayed silent for a moment before suddenly embracing the young man.

"I know you did, my dear boy."

Morgan wouldn’t normally accept such an embarrassing display of affection…but, he would accept it this time. He hugged him back and held him close as he started to cry against his shoulders. Morgan was still young, and Hannibal Jr. related to him more than any of the three brothers. He understood…

He wasn’t banishing him. He just wanted Morgan to understand a very important lesson.

"It is hard to let go of the people you care for…even when it is necessary. It is always best to leave the people who do not belong to our world. Because even if they accept us, they’ll end up hurt."

He had learnt that lesson long ago.

Morgan took a shaky breath before finally nodding.

"I understand…I’ll take some time for myself. For the family. And for me."

Hannibal Jr. smiled and nodded. He was proud of him.

However, both were unaware of the third person present—hiding on the stairs.

Kevin sighed before closing his eyes and muttering to himself.

"…Fucking idiots."

A few days later :

Morgan had packed his things and was now staring out the window. For the past few days, he had been waiting for police cars to show up at their doorstep…But, no one did. He guessed you hadn’t reported him yet.

Hannibal Jr. knocked at his door.

"Are you ready, my dear boy ?"

He looked out the window one last time before sighing and picking up his suitcase. He went downstairs and got in the car next to Hannibal Jr. They then drove away and he sighed again while they drove past your neighbourhood. The way you had looked at him that night…He closed his eyes. So much fear. He was almost relieved to be leaving…But then, Hannibal Jr. stopped the car abruptly and when Morgan opened his eyes once more, he was surprised to see you in front of the car. You were out of breath and your bike was at your feet. You must have jumped in front of the car.

He immediately got out and shouted.

"Are you mad ?!"

You ignored his question and replied with another instead.

"Did you really mean it ?!" He frowned as he looked you up and down quizzically. You quickly added. "Do you love me ?!"

His face went livid, but he quickly regained his composure and shook his head.

"No. I was lying…Hannibals do not love."

Your eyes widened at his response and it was your time to shake your head.

"No…No please, Morgan. I know you don’t mean that."

His jaw twitched.

"I am leaving, Y/N.", he told you before proceeding to get back in the car. But, he stopped dead in his tracks when you confessed.

"I LOVE YOU TOO !" You then quickly explained. "I know I screwed up ! I left you when you needed me ! I wanted to be with you…but I was scared. I am so scared. But, please. Please. Don’t leave me, Morgan."

Hannibal Jr. could see that you meant it and your tears were real. But, his eyes then glanced at Morgan. He didn’t know what would be his response…But, he was pleasantly surprised when the young man didn’t even look back at you. He wordlessly got back in the car and asked Hannibal Jr. to start driving again.

However when he drove past you, he finally looked at your crestfallen expression and offered you a sad smile.

"…Too little too late."

When they started driving again, you were left shocked and heartbroken. But then, you wiped your tears away and quickly got back on your bike. There was no way you were going to let him go. You understood why he was doing this…You had hurt him. But, you wouldn’t commit the mistake again.

"Wait for me, Morgan…"

At the train station :

Hannibal Jr. dropped Morgan off and drove away. But on his way back, he saw you cycling your way to the station.

He took a deep breath.

‘Forgive me, Morgan.’

He started driving faster—straight towards you.

Fortunately, you were expecting it and went through the trees instead. You started cycling a lot faster as Hannibal Jr. started driving after you through the main road towards the station. He was determined on beating you there.

Your lungs felt on fire, but you smiled when you saw the station ahead. You sped up and were almost there when…

Hannibal Jr’s car hit you.

You were sent flying and felt excruciating pain in your shoulder. You screamed. Hannibal Jr. stepped out of the car and crouched next to you—blocking the view to the train station—as he shook his head.

"You couldn’t just leave the boy alone, could you ?"

You didn’t look up at him as you extended your hand towards the train station and shouted.

"Morgan !"

Hannibal Jr. shook his head again before proceeding to drag you away. He was planning on finishing you off in the woods and hide your body. Morgan would be upset of course when he’d come back. But, he’d eventually understand. But, Hannibal Jr. was stopped. An arrow lodged itself in the tree next to his head and he looked up to see Kevin standing there.

"Kevin…What are you doing ?", Hannibal Jr. asked with a displeased expression. However, Kevin didn’t answer before stepping forward with his next arrow aimed at Hannibal Jr’s head.

He then looked down at you and tilted his head toward the station.

"Go. I’ll hold him off."

You nodded and suddenly jumped to your feet and started running as fast as you could. When you entered the station, Hannibal Jr.’s jaw twitched as he glanced back at the boy before him.

"Why ?"

Kevin smiled and shrugged.

"Hannibals help each other. You taught us that. And as far as I am concerned ? Morgan and Y/N are family too…"

Hannibal Jr.’s expression softened as he finally sighed and smiled.

"…Curious how you seem to listen to me only when it conveniences you."

Kevin laughed before lowering his weapon.

"What can I say ? I love messing with you…"

Inside the station :

You ran inside the station and your eyes widened as you realised that it was about to leave.

"MORGAN !", you called for him once more.

You started running and calling for him again and again. Morgan—who was sitting in one of the wagons—finally heard your scream his name and looked out the window. His eyes widened when he saw you.

"Y/N ?"

He stood up and ran to the door. As soon as you saw him, you ran to get in. The doors were about to lock and you knew you had but a few minutes when you heard the familiar whistling. The door started automatically closing and—out of time—you jumped in.

…And Morgan caught you.

You both stayed in each other’s arms for a while—unwilling to let go. You were out of breath, your shoulder hurt and your knees were shaking. But, you were glad to have found him. Morgan knew he ought to be mad…but he couldn’t.

"…I cannot believe you just did that. Now, I have no choice but to bring you with me…"

You tightened your grip on him.

"Good."

There was another long silence.

"Aren’t you scared of me ?", he asked—remembering your words. Why would you chase after someone you were so scared of ? But, you tightened your hold on him as you clarified.

"I was never scared of you. Not really. I just saw another side of you and I…I was scared that it was something I couldn’t handle. I was just scared that everything I felt for you was fake."

His grip tightened.

"…And ?"

You sighed before smiling up at him.

"I am here, aren’t I ?"

He smiled back before leaning forward and you closed your eyes. When he kissed you, there was no doubt anymore…

You didn’t care if he was a monster.

You didn’t care if he was mad.

You’d follow him anywhere.