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HAHAHAHA Hannibal is trending once again !

Hannibal "accidentally" splashing some wine on Will's shirt so he can be like "Forgive me, Will, that was unintentional. I insist that you take a shirt from my wardrobe. I promise to wash yours."

He never gives it back.

Will doesn't return the shirt either.

#why does this happen #I swear every few months Hannibal is on the trending page

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Will Graham's romantic gestures, please.

Will isn’t exactly the most romantic guy.

He struggles with being affectionate sometimes.

But even he’ll admit that.

He knows how to do caring/loving things for his dogs? SURE!

Does he know how to do caring/loving things for you? Not always.

He tries.

He really does try.

When the two of you first started dating, that was one thing he knew he’d struggle with.

In the beginning, in Will’s mind, he had to go big or go home.

He thought that his shows of affection had to be huge, grand, and unforgettable.

 I’m talking HUGE bouquets of flowers.

A vast array of snacks.

Gifts that were really rather ridiculous outside of the holiday season.

Make no mistake, you appreciated all of these things.

But as time went on, they just became crazier and more extravagant than the last.

And you were seriously worried he was going to break his wallet over it.

So, you kindly let him know that (as wonderful as it was) all of that wasn’t necessary. 

That really only seemed to confuse him, but it did suddenly make sense that what he had been doing was a bit much.

He was determined to get it right on his own.

He stressed himself with it for a while.

And then it hit him all at once on one random evening.

Will had been standing at the sink, washing your and his dishes after dinner one night when he felt you press a kiss to his cheek.

He felt a tinge of pink spread across his cheeks.

It made his heart flutter and brought a small smile to his face.

He felt a sense of calmness...a sense of adoration both from you and for you.

"What was that for?"

You smiled back, leaving another kiss.

"Just because."

He understood then that love didn't have to be big and bold.

It could be sweet and genuine...even the small things counted.

Then he learned that soft and caring touches made you feel loved.

Sharing kind words and compliments made you smiley and happy.

He managed to find a balance after awhile.

He would still get you little gifts and things that he knew you liked whenever he came across them.

But he also was sure to fulfill your physical and verbal needs.

And it finally clicked that he was doing it not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

Big emotions were hard for him no doubt.

But learning how to express his love made him feel fulfilled

And loving you was so, so easy.

#will graham #will graham x reader #will graham headcanons #will graham fanfiction #will graham fluff #detectivehannibal

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Soft Spot

Hannibal Lecter x Fem! Reader

Tags: Fluff

Word Count: 0.9k

“Are you ticklish, Dr. Lecter?”

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More rain drops raced each other down to the base of the outside window sill as another crack of thunder rolled off in the distance. 

It was an early and rainy Sunday afternoon, buckets pouring from the sky with no sign of stopping anytime soon. It was a rather chilly day, considering that the rain cooled everything off significantly. It was a perfect day to stay in and have a lazy day around the house. 

Hannibal was in the kitchen putting on a kettle of water to make tea. You were curled up on the sofa with a book in hand and being warmed by the fire crackling in the fireplace. Your eyes scanned from line to line, deeply invested in the storyline. It was some romantic drama that you had selected from Hannibal’s collection of books in his study. Honestly, you were just so surprised that he even had a romantic novel hanging around.

Your reading was interrupted, however, at the sound of Hannibal’s footsteps. He was clad in a navy sweater and gray pants, the most comfortable clothing he’d probably ever wear during the day. He entered the room with a mug in each hand, giving one of them to you.

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#remastered!

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imagine when making out with Hannibal, he bites your lips so hard it causes you to bleed.

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Hnnnng…

Kinktober Day 22: Mirror Sex

Hannibal Lecter x GN! Reader

Summary: Hannibal making you look at yourself while fucking you.

Warnings: Smut, Hand on throat, Looking at yourself, Punishment, Hannibal being greedy

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Eyes rolled back as Hannibal's hand wrapped around your throat as he fucked your form behind in his beautiful bathroom counter. Feeling him lean in while moving your head, then whispered, "Look at yourself," following his orders with his hand guiding.

Seeing yourself a mess, cheeks were flushed with eyes watered, ready to spill over, sneaking a glance at Hannibal, unknowing that you would meet.

In punishment, his hand pulls you down, drilling into you with no mercy. His hand holds your head up from your throat, making sure to show you the state of feeling nothing but him. Moaning out filling the house, it sang a loud song to Hannibal, feeding into his greed to hear the song more.

In holding your punishment long under his greed, making your brain turn to mush letting pleasure take over, rolled eyes that spilled clouded the vision of yourself being fucked raw by Hannibal, who had a small smirk.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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Remastered!

Dance Lessons (pt. 2)

Hannibal Lecter x Fem! Reader Tags: Fluff A/N: First part here! “Put your head on my shoulder, if that’s more comfortable.“

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What is the definition of a gala?

Your fingers swiftly typed into the Google search bar as your scanned over the screen. It took a millisecond to load before the result came up.

(n.) Gala: a social occasion with special entertainments or performances.

Even after two hours of Hannibal’s exclusive dance lessons, you still felt unprepared for this dinner event. It wasn’t even a "dinner party” technically. Hannibal later revealed to you that it was actually a gala.

Your simplistic and humble lifestyle unfortunately never granted you the pleasure of going to a gala…or even knowing what exactly a gala was.

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Remastered!

Dance Lessons (pt. 1)

But when the time came where Hannibal asked you to join him at a dinner party he had been invited to, and there was a nervous coil in your belly. This would be the first time you would be attending an event like this with him, but you knew exactly what it would entail. Wealthy participants, dazzling tuxedos, stunning dresses, delectable food, and a more than impressive ballroom dance floor.

On top of worrying about damaging Hannibal’s esteemed image, you also had to worry about possibly falling on your face in the middle of the room. Hannibal’s world was different than what you were used to, so it had taken you some time to adjust. The designer suits and his refined palette were far out of your wheelhouse. It was something that you worried would deter Hannibal from you, but he was understanding of it. It didn’t bother him in the slightest. 

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So I've started remastering my old fics...here's the first remastered work !

The Third Dates

Hannibal Lecter x Fem. Reader Tags: Fluff. Subtle references to cannibalism but only if you know that Hannibal is a cannibal. Word Count: 1.3k “A third date doesn’t automatically mean I have to take you to bed,”

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Hannibal Lecter was a mysterious guy.

Perhaps that was putting it too plainly, but it was certainly true. He was serious all the time -- you had yet to see a laid back side to him. Something was different about him, which was something you had known the moment you met him.

The eloquence in his speech, his lavish appearance, and his undeniable charm all played into it. Of all the aspects of him, his chilling confidence within himself was what really caught your attention.

He was so sure of himself in the way he spoke and presented himself. It was attractive no doubt, but could be slightly off putting. With all that being said, none of it stopped you from accepting his first invitation to have dinner with him at his home...or the second time...and now the third date was approaching quickly.

His home was exactly as you expected -- clean, organized, and elegant. The living room was stunning. The dining room was exquisite. His study was enticing. While his entire home was as you had imagined it, his kitchen stopped you in your tracks. The hair on the back of your neck stood straight up the moment your shoes hit the tiles.

The vibes you were getting from his culinary sanctuary were unfamiliar to you. So much so that the discomforting confusion was evident on your face, prompting Hannibal to question it.

“Is there a problem?” He asked from behind the long counter.

You shook your head, dismissing it as first date jitters.

“Nope. Not at all.”

The evening went on without a hitch. Dinner was delicious as ever, although the main course he served seemed slightly different than any rabbit you had ever eaten. The second dinner date followed suit, to which he asked if you’d be joining him soon for a third. Now, it was that time to take him up on your promised yes.

The third date was intimidating. For the last several years, you had found it personally difficult to make it to the third date. You had to gently let your eager suitor down by denying a third date for the simple reason of fearing sexual intimacy due to a prior relationship.

You hadn’t quite pinpointed why Hannibal was the sudden exception. It was prevalent to you that the general rule of dating was that the third date meant sex was more than likely on the agenda.

Considering that Hannibal was a bit older than you, you were sure he was well aware of this unspoken rule. Which is why you were more than nervous as you sat across from him tonight. Your anxiety was through the roof as your mind racked over all the possible outcomes. You knew it would be indecent to just blurt out that you weren’t ready to take that step yet, however, you didn’t want it to get to that moment before you said something at the last possible moment.

Keeping your composure despite the fact that you were a bundle of nerves was difficult. Hannibal was a more than skilled psychiatrist, and it didn't take him long to identify your behavior.

"You're quiet tonight," Hannibal said gently to catch your attention. "Is something wrong?"

You reached for your wine glass to attempt to appear nonchalant. You were not prepared for this conversation whatsoever.

“What makes you say that?” You asked, taking a long sip.

His dark eyes remained locked with yours as he spoke.

“You’ve barely touched your veal,” He replied. “Plus, that's your fourth serving of wine you’ve had this evening."

That explained the tingling in your arms and legs. Your long sip turned into a slow sip, avoiding a response as long as possible. Maybe with enough alcohol you could relax and get through this night. Unfortunately, the truth was that there wasn’t enough alcohol in the world to ease you. You cleared your throat as you set your glass back down gently onto the dark table.

“I’m sorry," You apologized. "I'm just a bit...on edge."

It felt stupid saying that you felt nervous. There wasn't any reason to be nervous. Hannibal looked at you with an intrigued look, setting down his fork and knife to focus on this conversation. You were preparing to explain yourself, but as always, Dr. Lecter was one step ahead.

"Nerves are normal on the first few dates," He said. "Especially the third."

Your already racing heart skipped a beat and your blood felt like it went ice cold. If you had to guess, you looked nothing short of ghostly at that moment. You tried to come up with the right words to say...but nothing came forth. Hannibal watched you fiddle with your napkin in your lap and struggle to come up with something to say.

“[Y/N], I presume you know me well enough by now to know that I tend not to rush things if it’s not necessary,” He explained. “A third date doesn’t automatically mean I have to take you to bed."

A heat crept onto your face at his choice of words. This was an inevitable conversation, but it didn't make it any less uneasy.

"I shouldn't have been so quick to assume," You sighed. "I guess now is the time to tell you that I want to take things slow."

His lips upturned into a soft, somewhat amused, smile.

“Of course. I think it’s only fair to let you set the pace. I won’t question it,” He said, picking his fork back up. “I would never intentionally make you feel uncomfortable."

It was a relief to hear him say that. This was one less pressure you had to endure.

"It's just difficult for me," You confessed. "The whole dating thing is scary now."

Hannibal knew a little about your last relationship. It made you guarded and skittish -- and it made anything physical regarding a romantic relationship extremely anxiety inducing. It made you uptight and standoffish -- something that he could see clearly.

“That’s something that can be corrected, for lack of a better term,” He replied. “It doesn’t have to be scary. Not if you do it together."

You understood what he meant. It wasn't something that you had to avoid...it was something you were going to have to face at some point.

Dinner returned to a casual pace, the conversation drifting into a more normal topic. You didn't stay long after dinner...even with the reassurance and understanding, your nerves were fried. Hannibal escorted you out, not seeming ill in the slightest that the night didn't end in the conventional way.

“Dinner was great. I really appreciate it." You smiled.

“Of course. I can only hope you’ll join me again soon." He said.

You both knew that you would, so an affirmative response wasn’t necessary. A silence fell over the both of you as you stood at your car. You felt like something needed to be said.

“Again, thank you for understanding. Not many people do." You admitted.

“Certainly, but if I may,” He added. “Would a kiss be too much for your idea of a third date?”

To anyone else, his question would seem so incredibly awkward and almost mood ruining. However, it made your heart soar that he would ask before doing. That really showed you that he respected you that much. You accepted his request with a grin.

He kissed you gently, not wanting to startle you or trigger a fight or flight response of some sort. You melted into it after a moment or so. He felt experienced (no shocker there) and calculated.

He felt so incredibly homey and comfortable that it was almost frightening. His hand was warm on your face as you pulled away. He smiled sincerely, before you opened your car door to leave. You were beaming with joy and he could see it.

“Have a good rest of your evening.” He spoke.

You smiled.

“Goodnight, Hannibal.”

You went home that night with a fuzzy feeling all over. For the first time in a while, you felt safe. There was just something about him that was different to you.

Something that you had yet to put your finger on.

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Originally posted: July 15, 2020

Remastered: March 8, 2024

#remastered #this will hopefully inspired me to write new stuff

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me reading a hurt/comfort fic and one of the characters gets hurt and the other comforts them:

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HAHAHAHA I have to laugh at my own neglectful behavior towards my other blogs.

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What fanfic writers say vs what they mean. Btw.

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Thank you so much for the rec !! 🤍

I love your Hannibal fics, they’re so good! Who’s your favourite writer and for which character?

Hi! Thankyou so much thats so kind of you to say!! 💓

I have lots of talented writers who I read so I'll list the ones off the top of my head here! But I read lots of fanfic and I love everything I read so if you check out my #fic recs tag on my blog there's some amazing fics there.

Please remember this list is not extensive at all and I am truly sorry if I missed anybody off I ❤️ all my fellow writers!

@my-head-is-an-animal including some amazing original stories/poetry!

@ajokeformur-ray for hannibal, and Eddie munson!

@afriendlyblackhottie for marvel!

@targaryenvampireslayer for marvel!

@detectivehannibal for hannibal!

@specialagentlokitty for many fandoms, especially some small fandoms which don't have many fics around for them!

@ddejavvu for many fandoms!

@olyvoyl for marvel!

@bullet-prooflove for many fandoms!

@sserpente for loki!

@storiesofsvu for svu!

@wheredafandomat for loki!

And many more!

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I just discovered your page and I’m in love 😩

Awh thank you <3

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god I’m not gonna lie I’m not even trying to be normal about that old man anymore

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if covered in blood why so sexy??