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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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Perfection

Will Graham x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: the need to be perfect, the reader drops something glass and gets cuts on her hands as she tries to pick it up

Author’s Note: ah yes. My own problems seeping into my fics. I hope you enjoy love <3

Requested: by anon, Aaaaa request are opennnnnnnn may I request a Will Graham X reader fic where the reader is always super careful and proper and like- never mess anything up but they accidently drop something or make a mess and get really upset about it because they're "never supposed to mess anything up" and Will comforts them and tells them it's okay?

Summary: the request

Genre: comfort

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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Will was observant. It was a curse and a blessing sometimes when he thought about it too hard. But he was only observant to a fault. That was what you had noticed. He knew a lot of things about you that you didn’t even know about yourself. But some things that you had been pouring yourself over, that had stuck in your mind like a piece of gum, were things he never really realized were even there.

To be fair, he always had a lot going on with him. You couldn’t expect him to realize when you were slowly losing your mind when he was also quickly losing his own.

He had been taking a lot of classes this semester. You weren’t sure why. He was staying there later too, for tutoring. You trusted him completely but it still felt like you were being abandoned in a way. You stayed at home with all the dogs but they couldn’t offer you kind words when you fell down.

Every single night, you made Will’s lunch for the next day. He never asked you too and sometimes he even insisted that he do it himself to give you a break but you swore you liked to do it. It gave you something to do, someone that needed you.

You cut Will’s sandwich in half diagonally, quietly. He would be back soon, you said to yourself. You should probably take the dogs out before he got home so they didn’t pee all over him in excitement. Those dogs loved him like no other. You put some grapes in a bag for him, putting them aside for a moment while you went to grab a glass bottle for him. You slid across the ground and toppled down onto the ground, shattering it all over the ground.

You stared at it for a moment in dismay, in utter devastation truly. The dogs came running to see what all the commotion was about and you quickly raised your arm to warn them away. Tears pricked at your eyes.

You had been messing up at work. You had been messing up in every conversation you had it felt like. You had to do everything perfect and now…now this.

“Stop,” you said and were surprised to hear your voice breaking as you spoke to the dogs. “Stop,” you said desperately. You shoved them aside as gently as you could, subsequently gliding knees first onto the broken glass. You winced, the pain only causing you to want to cry more. “Please,” you said, the force in your voice losing its edge with the emotion.

The door opened. You closed your eyes quickly, trying to scoop everything up, cutting your hands in various places in the process.

Will saw you on the ground, his lunch half made on the counter, and you clearly having some sort of moment. The dogs were at the edge of the kitchen, watching you until they saw him and started to run over in excitement.

“Y/N?” he said. He tossed his keys down on the table and walked up to you. “What is all this?”

“Glass,” you said weakly.

“Why is there glass on the ground?”

“I dropped it,” you said, voice slipping into a sob. It was all just bubbling over, simmering at the top of your emotions. “I’m sorry.” “Why are you apologizing?” he asked, kneeling down beside you. He could see the cuts on your hands which caused him to grab your wrists quickly, staring at you. “Stop. Hey, stop.” Defeated and not really willing to fight, you did as you were told. “What happened?”

“I broke it,” you whispered. “We’re gonna have to buy a new one.” “Okay?” He was on his knees now too, holding your hands with his, staring into your eyes. You refused to meet his gaze. “What really happened?”

You retreated into yourself. There was a moment of long silence that hung in the air as you tried to decide what words you wanted to pass your lips.

“I’ve been messing up a lot lately. And I shouldn’t be.”

Beside the fact that that didn’t make any sense, Will was heartbroken seeing you like this. How had he not seen it? How was he able to live with you and not realize that everything you did needed to be perfect otherwise you would cry like this.

“You’re human,” he said. “We’re all just human.” It wasn’t much but it was all he could offer at the time. He was too heartbroken seeing you sitting there, trying to keep yourself together in a time you could have just broken apart.

“But I keep…doing things that…” You couldn’t find the words.

“You keep doing things that make you human. I know it’s cliche but everyone makes mistakes.” He held your hands between his, putting his forehead gently against yours. You finally looked into his eyes. “I’m going to clean this up before the dogs get into it.”

You nodded, sliding away. You watched him as he did it.

When he was done the dogs rushed over to the two of you, licking your face, leaning against you, begging for pets. You couldn’t help but smile a bit. They had no idea what you were feeling. They just knew they loved their parents.

“Clearly, those guys don’t think you messed up,” Will said honestly, sitting back down. “Am I allowed to make my lunch?”

“No,” you said. “I’m almost done anyway.” He had brought some bandages. He held out your palms, trying to make sure that the dogs didn’t lick off any of your injuries. He started to wrap the bandages around your hands carefully so it didn’t hurt you.

“I love you. You truly don’t deserve to put yourself through this,” he said. He was kind of shy as he said it. He trusted you completely but being open still wasn’t something he was super used to.

“I love you too Will,” you whispered, wiping your eyes with your arm.

“It’s okay,” he promised, “to mess up sometimes.” Though you didn’t completely believe him, it was hard to argue with those puppy dog eyes. And the dozens around you from actual puppy dogs.

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maladaptivebb · 2 months

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OFMD/Hannibal? 👉👈🥺I mean, would it even work or?

OMG Hannibal and Will as Cannibal Pirates. They definitely work with Blackbeard off and on, Izzy likes them better than Ed sometimes and I could absolutely see Roach preferring their ship to the others.

You're brilliant!

Hannibal would have the time of his life, looting art and eating high class individuals he captures at sea. Will would probably fish a lot, wanting to ignore Hannibal's escapades, but too intrigued by whatever description Hannibal painted to not go see if he's lying. Like how exactly are we going to steal a 15foot oil painting...and why?

Hannibal would have the art equivalent of Stede's library on his ship, they'd surprisingly bond better than you'd imagine Ed and Hannibal to bond, which of course Ed secretly loves.

Izzy has the hots for Will. All that dark angsty fire, he can't help but try and bond over their captain's ridiculous adventures.

Thank you for this beautiful idea, I'm absolutely going to write this fic now lol

#ofmd #hannibal #hannigram #stede bonnet #edward teach #izzy hands #ofmd imagines #hannibal imagines #hannibal pirates #gay pirates #izzy fanfic #ofmd fanfic #hannibal fanfic #hannigram fanfic #blurbs

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fruityspaceboy · 1 year

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* Begin stuck in a small cottage in the middle of the woods during a snowstorm* Hannibal: You know, when the food runs out, we still have each other.

Will: The Fuck?

#hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannibal imagines #hannibal x will #hannibal lecter #hannibal the cannibal #murder husbands #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen x hugh dancy #hannibal lecter x will graham #hannigram #hannigram ship #snowstorm #blizzard

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multifandomfanfiction · 3 months

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I'm Gonna Show You Crazy Part 2

TITLE: I’m Gonna Show You Crazy Part 2 PAIRING: [Malcom/Cassie Lector (OC)] RATING: T CHAPTER: 2/? SUMMARY: Malcom and Cassie have their date and it doesn't go that well.

[A/N - So this a sort-of sequel/continuation of "I'm Gonna Show You Crazy" that I wrote back in 2019. I had a whole series of fics I was gonna write, but of course I never wrote them down so I have no idea where I was going with it. So now we're gonna do something different with the same ending I was planning.]

For their date, Malcom came down to Baltimore. That had at least earned him some brownie points from Hannibal since he was apprehensive of letting Cassie travel all the way to New York City without him or Will.

Sometimes Hannibal’s over-protectiveness bothered Cassie, but she understood. She knew that she reminded him of his little sister Mischa, so naturally he worried about her.

Well that and he was a serial killer, so he knew what kind of things could happen to her. Even though he knew Cassie could fend for herself if needed.

Like she told Dr. Whitly, there had been some…unfortunately accidents. Accidents that Hannibal helped her cover up of course.

It wasn’t like she’d meant to murder people. She blacked out and it had just…happened. Even though she had taken people’s lives, she didn’t crave the blood and violence like she knew Hannibal did.

But every time she did, Hannibal would look at her with such pride. As if she was following in the family footsteps.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Malcom and Cassie met at a coffee shop (of Hannibal’s choosing) not far from the house.

She knew Hannibal would be watching, so she made sure to pick a seat where Malcom couldn’t possibly spot him.

Malcom came in wearing a denim button-up shirt, scarf, peacoat, and dark wash jeans. Cassie couldn’t deny that he was attractive.

She met him at the counter.

“Cassie, good to see you again.”

Cassie laughed. “There’s no need to be so formal, Malcom.”

Malcom smiled and looked down bashfully. “I’m sorry. Growing up…well you’ve met my father.”

“Yeah. Seems a little OCD and wanting things to be just so. Hannibal is like that about some things.” His murders.

They stepped up to the counter and ordered their drinks.

“Do you have any other siblings?” Malcom asked.

Cassie shook her head. “It’s always just been Hannibal and I. What about you?”

“I have a sister, Ainsley. She’s a journalist.”

“Ah.”

They picked up their drinks sat down in some chairs by the window.

“So I did some research into your cousin,” Malcom said.

That statement made Cassie stop drinking her coffee. She should have felt offended by him snooping, but she had done the same thing. She knew what Dr. Whitly was accused of doing.

“He’s my brother. Not my cousin. We may be cousins by blood, but he is first and foremost my brother. I know my brother’s past and it was unfortunate what happened to him and his family. I don’t ask him about what happened and we don’t discuss it. It was a deeply traumatic experience, but he’s grown and moved past it. I’d appreciate if you didn’t bring it up again.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.”

“Just…please don’t talk about it around Hannibal.”

That was a sure-fire way to get himself killed, which would in turn motivate Martin to retaliate and Cassie wasn’t interested in getting in the middle of two psychopaths.

“Why don’t you tell me more about yourself?”

Cassie smiled and told Malcom of how she had been accepted into art school right out of high school.

“Your brother must be very attached to you to follow you across the country.”

Cassie narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m not sure what you’re implying Mr. Bright.”

“He clearly needs you close to him which implies that there’s a level of unhealthy obsession.”

Cassie wanted to snap at Malcom, but she knew why Hannibal wanted her close to him. She was reminded of her first meeting with Will.

There have been many famous Cassandra’s in history, but none as famous as the daughter of Troy,” Hannibal said.

“Of Greek mythology?” Will asked.

“ She was admired by the God Apollo, however she refused his advances so he cursed her. Her prophecies would no longer be believed. She was written off as insane and a liar.”

“I think this meeting is over,” Cassie said. She stood up and stormed out of the coffee shop.

“Cassie! Wait!” Malcom called after her.

Cassie was heading for the alleyway where she knew Hannibal’s car was parked.

Malcom grabbed her arm as she stepped into the crosswalk.

“Let go of me! I’m not going to just sit and listen to you insult the only person who’s ever truly loved me!” Cassie yelled.

“Please. Just come back inside,” Malcom begged her.

“No!”

It happened so fast.

One moment they were arguing in the street, the next she was on her back with Malcom on top of her.

There was the loud honking of a car and the screeching of tires.

Malcom’s bright blue eyes stared into her dark ones. The adrenaline rushing through her body gave Cassie the bravery to do something.

She grabbed the back of Malcom’s neck and kissed him.

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sexymuto · 2 years

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Can I ask for Hannibal Lecter (maybe yandere) with a kidnapped S/O who is a famous singer, actress and painter? Thank you in advance 💕

!Yandere Hannibal kidnapping s/o who's singer, painter and actress

Hannibal's taste in music is known to everyone, "classic", so him getting interested in your music is, quite surprising.

And art.

Don't forget art.

God he loves your paintings.

He even brought few of them.

Too many for his walls.

Either you're a theater actress or movie actress, he doesn't care, he Loves watching you.

You are meant to be his.

You woke up in a strange room. One that screamed elegant. Trying to get up, you felt awful pain, going through your head. "How you feeling love? Y/n froze, then slowly looking to their left.

"who are you, a-and where am i?!" Before Hannibal could even open his mouth. You realized who he is, well known psychiatrist, and the man you saw on every music concert or theater/movie premiere. "It's you, that stalker!" Coming closer, smirk wider than before. He knew you know.

"well? It's not nice ignoring questions dear. Although i understand, you might be in shock. I'll try giving you space, though making you mine, was a big challenge honey"

" I deserve a reward right?"

"You are mine y/n, you will only love me. No matter how hard they try, they won't find you. Your voice sings for me, your hands paint for me, your body belongs to me."

I'm on sleeping medication lately so sorry if what i write making no sense. I wanted to include a little smutty but it's for diff story.

#Hannibal #Hannibal lecter #slashers #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal imagines

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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The Consequences of My Actions

Hannibal Family Pt. 7: @charliedawn @iloveslasher

Morgan’s POV:

Dinner had been interesting last night. Peter’s little friend was quite the character. They spoke in an odd way, almost like they weren’t afraid to speak their mind. Not even about confrontational subjects, just anything that came to mind. They seemed to think a lot, their brows almost always knit together in a confused display.

They were younger than Peter, that much was obvious, but they were in the same class. So they must be somewhat intelligent. Otherwise my little cousin would not hang out with them. He didn’t bring many students home, unless they were to become dinner guests. Hannibal called Peter away for help with something nearly half an hour ago. I watched Newt from the shadows as they stayed in the living room.

They where laying on the their stomach on the carpet, rubbing small circles into the plush fabric with their palm. Everyone few seconds or so they would shiver. It would start at the top of their spine and roll all the way through their toes. I could see them scrunch their nose each time it happened, as if it made them uncomfortable. Yet they continued to do it. How odd.

I watched a little while longer, entranced by their odd behaviour. No wonder Hannibal found them intriguing. They were no Will Graham, but they hadn’t seen the things that man had. They weren’t quite haunted in the same way. Instead they held an hier of naivety. Normally I’d be disgusted by it, but I sort of pity them.

Danger is lurking quite literally right under their nose, and yet they’re none the wiser. Of course, we all loved Peter. But if it came down to it, Newt would be disposed off if they became a threat. But this was possibly the most non threatening human I’ve ever observed. Even toddlers have more devious intentions.

They had a peculiar way of moving as well. Their movements were stiff, instead jagged. But not with pause like someone in thought, instead disconnected like someone who’s checked out. Mentally ill, I’m sure. They have to be, everyone else knew to stay away from Peter. Despite his shy demeanour, others could sense his sinister undertones.

They were kicking their feet to some uneven beat. Changing rhythm haphazardly and with no reason. I suddenly realised, I had no idea what they were even meant to be doing. Why were they hanging out in the living room with Peter? The television wasn’t on, they didn’t have a book in front of them, no puzzles… they were just playing with the carpet and completely content. I moved a bit closer, still staying out of their peripheral.

They began to hum a tune, their voice low and soft. It was gentle at first, almost timid. But it grew louder seemingly the more impatient they got with waiting. Until they began to mumble the words.

“Forget you’re apart of me, I know that you’re fond of me. But when I ask you if you love me, forget like lobotomy.” They sang.

It was unlike any song I’d heard before. Kevin liked to keep up to date on the latest music trends. But this sounded nothing like the type of thing he enjoyed. Hannibal and I had more refined taste, of course.

“I wish I could take a piece of my heart out. Make you leave. But even if they cut out my whole brain, feelings will always be.”

Their feet kicking became more rhythmic as they got into the song.

“Make me forget who I am. Say you’ll make me understand, you’re just taking my personal power.” They finished.

They ended the song with a dramatic sigh, turning to flop on their back. They shivered once again, yet this time it was more violent, almost like a small jerk. It caused them to sit up suddenly. Their eyes were screwed shut, I tilted my head curiously.

“Peter?” They asked?

It was so soft, I almost didn’t hear it. They must have noticed my presence so I stepped forward into the light. I wasn’t expecting them to jump as much as they did.

“Oh! Morgan.” They said.

“Peter is still with Hannibal, did you need something? I was passing by and I heard you call for him.”

Their face scrunched up.

“No, it’s fine Morgan, thank you.”

The frowned deeply. The kind that tugged at the corner of their eyes. I was going to take my leave, not wishing to over stay my welcome, I could always go back to observing later. They still needed a proper threat assessment; to be tested. To see if they could be trusted.

“Are they ok?”

“Hmm?” I hummed.

“Just- well, they’ve been gone awfully long time…” they said nervously.

A small bead a sweat formed where their throat met their clavicule. I watched as they swallowed thickly. They were nervous all of a sudden, but was it because of me, or something else? I took a step forward.

“I’m sure everything’s just fine, perhaps Hannibal got a call from Mr. Crawford and didn’t have time to drop Peter off back at home.”

This only made them more worried. They shook their head, hugging their body.

“I Hope not, Peter doesn’t belong at places like that.”

What a strange statement. Peter thrived in the realm of the dead. We all did, killing was our specialty. He wouldn’t be disturbed by a measly criminals sloppy murder scene. They were all amateurs, which is why they got caught. Of course I knew where they were. They were dealing with a particularly nasty piece of shit. The more I observed Newt, the less I could understand how their father could abuse them as much as Hannibal seems to think he did. He didn’t tell me much, and I didn’t pry. If it was pertinent, I’d be the first to know.

But I couldn’t tell them that. That we kidnapped their father and we’re torturing them. That Peter requested to do most of it himself. He wanted to make that man hurt for every bad thing he did to his best friend. And I respected that, seeing him take initiative for once was thrilling. It’s a shame I had to be here instead, babysitting. Making sure they didn’t run.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

They tilted their head, brows furrowing much more. Almost as if nobody had ever asked them such a question. Perhaps no one had.

“We shouldn’t eat until everyone’s back home.”

Interesting, they called this place their ‘home’, not Peter’s, not mine, just home.

“Nonsense, a snack never killed anyone. I won’t tell if you don’t.” I offered.

I had to get them to trust me if I was going to test their loyalty. Scaring them away would do no good, not this time. Not when Peter seemed to actually care for this one. He would be devastated and I cannot have that clouding my conscious. I held my hand out for them to take, which they excepted.

“Thanks.” They mumbled.

They trailed behind me to the kitchen. I thought about what I could cook them. I knew for a fact, Hannibal had yet to serve them anyone yet. I don’t know what he was waiting for, it’s not like they would know. He’d done it many times, with Miss Lounds, Alana, Jack… Will. They’d all eaten someone without knowing. Even Abigail had, so Newt being a minor wasn’t what was stopping him. But I shouldn’t go behind his back, he had his reasons. As tempting as it would be to watch them devour someone, and see them break when they found out.

That was always the most fun, watching them break. The men were more satisfying, they always tried to me ‘manly’ about it. But they’d resort to puking and tears in no time. And the women, the women grew hysteric and would plead to whatever god they believed in for forgiveness. But Newt, how would they react? They belonged to neither classification, not fully. Despite looking like a girl on the outside, their brain was much more complex than that. I wondered what it would taste like. I shook the thought from my head, and looked back when a hand was placed on my shoulder. I raised a brow at them.

“Lost you there for a moment, where did you go?” They asked.

“Go?”

The gave me a nod, chuckling softly under their breath.

“In here.” They pointed to their head. “Your eyes went dark, like Peter’s do when he’s thinking.”

They too were observant, interesting. Maybe they would be more useful then I originally gave them credit for.

“Nowhere you need to worry yourself about.” I answered plainly. I knew they didn’t mean to pry, but they didn’t seem to understand we were still strangers. They shouldn’t pretend to know me because they knew Peter.

“Kevin doesn’t disappear in his head much.”

I raised a brow once more, daring them to continue.

“He hides in someone else’s instead. Poking around in whatever hole he can find. Digging deeper until they’re to confused to question his motives.” They started.

Bjr it didn’t sounds scared, or judgmental. It was like they were stating a simple fact. It wasn’t harsh, nor soft, just spoken plainly, with utter disinterest.

“You make my brother sounds like a narcissist.”

“With a tendency for sociopathy actually. He doesn’t like me very much.”

I frowned. Had they read Hannibal’s folders? I knew he kept files on each of us, his own way of feeling in control. He was in charge while Hannibal Sr. was in jail after all. We’d have to break him out soon; he’d been locked up for far to long.

“You believe Kevin is a sociopath?” I questioned.

I took some cheese from the fridge; grabbing the proper knife to cut it into cubes. Cheese and crackers would be a simple snack they would enjoy. They didn’t seem to be the type for a broad pallet. Their taste were quite childish.

“Is that what I said?” They asked back.

It wasn’t quite challenging in tone, more defensive.

“But you believe he had a tendency to be so.”

“He’s cynical, charming, arrogant, impulsive, irritable, presents as having little empathy and frequently gets in trouble in school. Often times, dragging Peter with him.” The concluded.

Fascinating. Yet they dared to challenge him last night at dinner. I continued to make their snack. They sat at the counter, fidgeting with their nails.

“You’ve paid attention to Kevin’s behaviour at school, before you were intimate with Peter?”

They scrunched their nose.

“Please do not use that word. There is nothing going on between Peter and I. Intimate suggests… unsavoury things, we’re familiar, harmonious, but not intimate.”

I raised my hands in mock defence. There was that shiver again, a visceral reaction.

“But yes, Kevin has been called down to the office 47 times, been reprimanded in front me 24, but I’m sure there’s been countless more, he’s gotten in 7 fist fights, two of which he didn’t initiate and he’s been suspended 3 times. All since the beginning of the year when I got here.”

They picked at the skin of their fingers more harshly, clearly becoming worked up. I knew I should step back, Hannibal wouldn’t be pleased if I started to wear down Peter’s new toy so quickly. But I couldn’t help myself.

“And what do you think of me?” I asked.

They looked up for the first time since they sat down, a bewildered look crossing their features.

“I don’t know you Morgan… I won’t pretend to.”

“Assume me.” I pushed.

They sighed heavily.

”You seem to have compulsive tendencies…” they poked around their head for more descriptors.

“Oh?”

“You’ve readjusted your grip on the knife 9 tiems, three for each time you’ve had to pick it up again after pausing. You did the same thing last night at dinner. You also spin your fork twice before eating. You tap for times on the table with your left forefinger once you’ve set a utensil down. And you adjust your sleeves between each action, which doesn’t come off as a nervous behaviour. In fact you don’t seem to be a nervous person in the slightest. You’re quite confident in all your actions.”

They cleared their throat.

“I could have declined your offer for a snack, but you would have persisted. Which suggests to me your obsessive need for control. You’re a perfectionist. If I had said no, it would have ruined how you pré-planned this whole interaction in your head. You wish to get to know me because your protective of your family, but more importantly Peter. Because you’re paranoid, a symptom of your PTSD.” They finished.

My grip on the knife tightened, my knuckles turning white. Now I knew why Hannibal’s patients felt uncomfortable when he read them. It was like being splayed open on an autopsy table for all the buzzards to pick and chose which sort of you they bore into. Their eyes trailed down to my hand. I expected them to react, pulling back in fear, and I would have to think quickly how to handle this. But I was stunned at what they did next.

Their hand felt gently on top of my own.

“I’m not going to hurt you, or Peter, Morgan. I answered because you asked. Don’t read to much into it.” They said, giving me a gentle smile.

I relaxed my hand a little.

“And Hannibal?” I questioned.

They were coming too close to figure us out, I would have to call a family meeting later. They didn’t retract their hand until they felt me pull my own away. They dropped their hands in their lap.

“Hmmm. He’s difficult to read. He doesn’t leave much time during our sessions for me to observe him. He asks too many questions. And outside of his office, we only meet during meals. He’s a very busy man. Possibly afraid of being alone with his own thoughts for too long. Perhaps Peter’s narcism was learned from Dr Lecter. He doesn’t mean to, but he’s not great at hiding his prejudice. But he judges with the best of intentions. Some Doctors join the feule because they like the sense of control, but he wouldn’t have become a psychologist if he didn’t want to help, right?”

Now this was interesting. A real question. A little intonation of hope at the end, they wanted a real answer.

“I do believe Hannibal enjoys his job, yes.”

They smiled at me.

“He too is low on empathy, which isn’t a bad thing. He makes up for it in showing sympathy, at least I can feel it. I’m sure his other patients do to.”

“So you’re officially a patient?”

“We’ll, no, no more than you are, I suppose. Perhaps I should be, I think Dr Lecter thinks so. He thinks our chats are useful, I find them boring. But it makes him happy, which in turn makes Peter happy, which-“

“Makes you happy”

I slid the plate to them.

“Peter makes me very happy.” They said.

I could tell it was sincere. The first statement they’d made this far that wasn’t flat. It held a type of warmth that I couldn’t rightfully describe. It was nice to know they didn’t have any sinister intentions with my cousin.

“Did I answer all you questions Morgan?”

“For now. Unless there’s anything else you’d like to share. Or I could leave you be until dinner.”

“No, I think I enjoy the company. Unless, of course, that was just your polite way of telling me you have better things to be doing. Thank you for the snack.”

I sat beside them on the counter, and watched a small smile grow on their lips.

“Your turn.” They said.

“You wish to know what I think of you?”

They nodded as they took a bite of the cracker. It was odd how happy they got from such a simple meal. It was so bland. They offered me one, but I pushed the plate back to them.

“We’ll, I’m not quite sure.”

“You don’t think you understand me, do you?“

“Does anyone understand anyone?”

They chuckled.

“I won’t be offended if you’re wrong. I’m sure I got a lot wrong earlier. My analysis was quite brutal, at least form a normal societal standpoint. Narcissism, and other personality disorders aren’t something that are taken lightly. People demonise them far to much. The people suffering with these conditions are still people, and society conveniently forgets that.”

No wonder they feel for Peter’s charms. They held all the cards to see the red flag, yet chose to wear rose coloured glasses. I pity them.

“We’ll, you care deeply, you show it with your actions rather than words. Acts of service are your love language. You’re adverse to touch most times, but you’re more comfortable when you initiate it first. And you do so when you’ve decided the other persons feelings are more important than your own.”

I watched as they chewed at their bottom lip, squirming in their seat. It was fun to watch.

“I don’t think you live in reality. You’re in heavy denial about something which is why you focus all your energy on being a people pleaser. You try your best to fit in, but not because it’s what you want to do, rather as a survival technique. You know your ship is sinking, so you desperately cling onto the most stable thing you can find, which happens to be my cousin. You idolise him, wrongfully so.”

They tore into the skin of their nails this time, little droplets of blood, beading at the surface.

“You don’t think Peter is worth looking up to?”

“Nobody ever is. Your attachment to my cousin is unhealthy, which is probably why Hannibal insists on making you one of his patients. He can stop you from taking things too far.”

They pushed out their chair.

“Thank you for your analysis Morgan. I think I’m done with snack time.”

They quickly left the room. I could tell they were fighting back tears. Sure, it was harsh, but was I wrong? Their interest could quickly turn to obsession. And I didn’t want to see Peter her his heart broken when Hannibal and I would have to put them down. They couldn’t stay long, it would be better to convince them to leave on their own. I took out my phone and called my uncle.

“How’s Peter doing?” I mused.

“You didn’t call just to talk about Peter, Morgan, spit it out.”

“The child is getting too close, you’ll have to work harder on your manipulation. They know you’re trying to sway them in some way, they just aren’t sure of what, or why. I’ve planted a seed of doubt, be sure to water it, won’t you?”

I hung up the phone. Hannibal and I were quite sparse in our communication. It wasn’t rude, just not laced with all the bullshit embellishments. Poor little Newt walked away with their tail between their legs. This should be fun.

Newt’s POV:

I felt stupid, utterly stupid. I promised I wouldn’t get upset, and like a cry baby, I went and ran away. How pathetic. But he wasn’t right. Peter was my friend, my normal friend. Sure, I’d never made one before, but this is how they described them in books.

My danger sense had been going off all day. But not strong, just a mild buzzing. And the longer it went in, the more I grew concerned. What the hell were Hannibal and Peter up to. The feeling grew in the pit of my stomach, and I knew I had to swallow my pride. Morgan knew where they were. I went around looking for him, finding him in the library. I stood at the entrance, debating if I should come in.

“Do come in Newt, I believe I owe you an apology for earlier” he said smoothly.

His tone of voice made me uneasy.

“No matter, it’s a nonissue. It’s late, I’m worried.”

“I spoke with Hannibal only an hour ago, everything’s fine.”

“No offense, but i don’t believe you. Not about this, not this time.”

He put down his book and slowly walked towards me.

“Are you accusing me of lying?”

“No, I- I can’t explain it. I just have a feeling something is wrong. It’s making me sick.”

He tilted his head at that.

“Fine, I’ll take you to them. Then you’ll learn to trust to take my word.”

I nodded. Something told me not to follow him into the car, but I pushed it aside. Making sure Peter was fine was my first priority. Everything about Morgan’s body language screamed instability. He was upset, but I don’t think he’d hurt me. He’s too smart, too proud. But as we made our way further from town, towards the woods, my stomach twisted further.

“Morgan”

“They’re just a little further, old family cabin.” He stated.

We indeed arrived at a cabin, which calmed my anxiety a bit. But I was still on edge. It reminded me of when my father would take me out of town for our hunting trips, and we’d stay in cabins liek this one. He took the keys out of the car.

“We’ll go on, they’re just inside.” He said.

I frowned.

“You’re not coming in?” I asked suspiciously.

“I don’t need to, I know they’re here.”

I squinted at him, scrunching my nose before hesitantly opening the car door. I slowly made my way to the cabin, knocking a few times but not hearing a response. I turned back to look at Morgan, who just shooed me forward. I tried the door and it was unlocked. Weird, that seemed unlike a man like Hannibal.

Most of the cabin was pristine, just like the house. This was definitely one of Hannibal’s properties. It was also fairly quiet. What were they doing out in a cabin by the lake all day? The sun was almost setting and Peter hadn’t checked his phone since he left. A little mouse scurried across my foot, and I looked after where it went. There were little red foot prints leading to a hole in the wall.

I followed the mouse to the little hobbit hole and held out my hand, waiting. It peaked it its nose out after a minuet or so, and I let it sniff my hand. It slowly climbed onto it, and I brought it close to my face to observe. It was covered in some sort of red substance, perhaps they were painting? I set the mouse back down and let it go back into the wall. I pushed forward, noticing a latch in the floor near the back of the house.

I thought for a moment, knowing it would be rude to enter. Morgan was probably just setting me up, getting back at me for earlier. But that bad feeling didn’t go away, so I opened the latch. I could see a light in the distance, they were down there. I could go, but, something urged me to push forward. So I carefully made my way down the later and slowly rounded the corner. I didn’t want to sneak up on them, but talking didn’t seem right, right now. My voice would come out too shaky.

I stepped in a small puddle, but shrugged it off, until I looked around the corner. My heart nearly stopped. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Hannibal and Peter where here alright, but so was my father. Despite everything yelling in me to run, my instincts betrayed me.

“Daddy?” I asked.

All three men turned to me. My father looked shocked, but could barely react from how swollen his face was. I thought I saw a glimpse of anger appear on Hannibal’s face, but I couldn’t care less. My eyes were trained on Peter. He held a knife in his hand, and his jumper was covered in blood, so was his skin. His perfect, welcoming, skin. It was tainted now. Marred with the blood of my father.

“Newt.” Hannibal started.

Peter opened his mouth multiple times to speak, but it was clear he couldn’t come up with anything to say. I didn’t dare take my eyes off him though. Hannibal took a step forward and I took a step back.

“Peter?” I asked.

I watched his eyes shift to Hannibal, like he was looking for some kind of confirmation. Hannibal moved forward again, but I moved back.

“I won’t run.” I stated simply. “So please, stop trying to chase me.” I said calmly.

Hannibal looked hesitant, but agreed to my request.

“Morgan brought me. I was worried you weren’t well. You didn’t answer your phone.”

“Morgan called an hour ago, he should have told you we would be home shortly.”

I chuckled dryly.

“And leave a job unfinished? That’s seems unlike you Dr Lecter.”

“You aren’t upset?” Peter finally spoke.

God, his voice broke me. Actually hearing him speak made this all the more real. He sounded scared. Of me?

“Oh, I’m livid right now Peter. The only thing stopping me from making and rash decisions right now, is the fact that you’re holding a knife, and I know Hannibal won’t hesitate. And I’m sure Morgan’s behind me right now.” I finished.

As if on cue, he gabbed me from behind, holding me tightly to his chest so I couldn’t flee.

“You we’re getting too close.”

“I told you not to read to much into it.”

“Reading into things is the Lecter specialty” he quipped.

“You weren’t meant to see this.” Peter brought my attention back to him.

He stepped forward, and due to Morgan’s hold on me, I couldn’t budge.

“Any of this.”

“So you were going to leave me to wither alone in the dark, forever? We’re meant to light each others flames Peter, not smother them. You promised.” My voice broke.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He was at arms reach now, knife still in hand. But I didn’t dare look at it, I held eye contact dispute how uncomfortable it made me.

“You think your lies do not hurt?” I was quickly becoming enraged.

This wasn’t Peter, my Peter. This Peter was ugly, and cold.

“He just wanted to help. Your father is a monster. The things he did to you-“

“To me! This isn’t your call to make!” I was yelling now.

I was never one to raise my voice, but I couldn’t help myself.

“He’s my father… MINE!” I screamed.

My body was shaking with rage at this point, my vision growing blurry with frustrated tears. I could hear Morgan chuckle behind me, he was enjoying this.

“Not yours Peter.” I tried to calm myself.

“Despite all this, have I given you any reason not to trust me Dr Lecter?”

He thought for a moment.

“No. You have not.”

“Then when I said I wouldn’t run, I meant it. Please tell Morgan to let me go. I don’t like being touched, let alone manhandled.”

Hannibal gave him a nod and he let me go. I adjusted myself, brushing off the icky feeling that cling to my skin. Peter tried to approach but I pushed past him. I approached my father, and the three men watched, on edge. I grabbed his face In my hands, looking him in the eye before ripping out his gag.

“Speak.”

“You vindictive little bitch, I should have let your mother smother you with that pillow when you were an Infant.”

He spat in my face. A mix of salvia and blood hitting me, the warmth of it made me want to vomit. I used my sleeve to wipe it away.

“Huh. No apology?” I asked.

“The only thing I’m sorry for is raising a bastard child like you. I forgave your mother for the affair, she paid for that. But she grew attached to you, that was her mistake.”

My eyes widened. I wasn’t even his blood? This whole time I felt disgusted being related to someone like him. And my mother, she- it didn’t matter now. I started laughing, the kind of laugh the final girl gets when she escapes the killer at the end of a movie.

“We’ll, if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions. To think, I brought some poor stranger into my family problems. Poor you, the husband of a cheating whore, and the surrogate father of an innocent child who loved you unconditionally.”

I scoffed.

“I cried for you, you know. Every-time I’ve thought about telling the school, or the police. The thought of you rotting in jail made my stomach sick. Mother would never forgive me, and I’d be the outcast who put their own father in jail. Cause what you did to me wasn’t that bad, right? Everyone’s father lost his temper sometimes, it was normal. I was just being dramatic, and a baby. Well guess what dad, I’ve grown up!”

I grabbed an ice pick from the table of tools and quickly plunged it between his rib cage, narrowly missing his heart.

“I’m not that naive little kid anymore, who thinks daddy just wants what’s best for them. You can’t order me around anymore.”

I twisted it in. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I flinched back, pulling my shoulder out of the way. In turn taking the weapon with me. Something clicked when I looked down at my hands, seeing the red, feeling the hot sticky sensation of his blood on my hands. I was going to be sick. I dropped the ice pick and stumbled back in shock.

“What did I-“

Peter pulled me into a hug, I crumpled to the floor, a sobbing mess. He shushed me, rocking me back and forth gently.

“It’s ok Newt, he’s never gonna hurt you again. And I don’t have to lie anymore, I promise.” He said.

“Morgan, get them home. I’ll clean this up.”

The rest of the evening was a blur. I was too stunned to have any coherent thoughts, or hear any of what they tried to say to me.

An: I was having a bad day, and this fic made me feel better lol. Hannibal is my OG comfort character.

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willgrahamscock · 3 months

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I can’t believe one of the plot points in Hannibal was that he couldn’t get Will pregnant so he baby trapped him with a teenager? I feel like he could have asked him to dinner before he tried all that.

#alex says things #Imagine me giggling while I type this #hannibal #hannigram #nbc hannibal #murder husbands #will graham #hannibal lecter

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multific · 10 months

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Who Are You

Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Summary: Humans are born with milky white blood. The more crimes they commit the darker their blood gets. One day, you meet your soulmate, and everything is amazing. A couple of years later, during dinner, he cuts himself only to expose black blood.

A/N: This idea is NOT mine! I just found it while browsing, credit goes to the owner.

Everyone was pure at one point. And as they went on with their lives, and did bad things, their blood got darker and darker.

It was extremely rare for people to have pure white skin at an old age.

Many people hid their blood, avoiding cutting or hurting themselves at all costs.

There were many criminals who were discovered thanks to a simple papercut.

Many tried to find a reason as to why this was happening. Many tried to cheat it and even the after the worst acts, they tried to reverse the darkening of their blood.

But it wasn't possible.

And scientists had no idea why this was happening.

But you went on with your life as normal. Met many new people amongst them Will Graham, who quickly became like a brother to you. And through him, you met Hannibal Lecter.

You swear that day, when you picked up Will changed your life and you met your soulmate.

Hannibal and you quickly found each other. And your love bloom.

Soon, you were married to him without a question and you have even forgotten about the whole blood thing.

When Will began to spread all those lies about Hannibal, you were honestly concerned for your friend.

"One day, you will see." is all Will said when you last visited him.

You threw your bag to the side as you let out a huff, arriving home, you found Hannibal in the kitchen, cooking something that smelled way too good.

"How was the visit?" he asked without turning to see you.

"The usual." you said with a sigh.

"Let's just eat ad forget about it." he said as you walked over to him, hugging him from behind.

He suddenly let out a hiss.

You immediately let go and as you saw the blood you grabbed his arm and guided him to the sink, letting water onto his cut.

"I'm sorry," you said as you rushed to find the medkit.

When you arrived back, Hannibal was staring at you with a blank expression.

"What? Is it really bad? I told you your knives are too sharp." you looked down and opened the box.

"Y/N," the way he said your name sent a shiver down your spine, not the good kind, you never heard anything like this before. You looked up and your eyes met him, he looked like a predator, a lion ready to jump, he didn't look like the man you married.

He scared you.

You opened your mouth to say something but then your eyes trailed to the cutting board which was covered in blood, blood so dark you could see reflection in them.

You felt the shiver once more, a shiver starting on top of your head that went all the way down your spine and ended in your feet.

Will was right.

But something in your mind clicked.

You fell in love with him as he was. There were many many signs which you chose to ignore, so who were you to get scared now?

You let out a sigh.

"You might need stitches. Looks like a lot of blood so the cut must be deep but you are the doctor, not me." you handed him the box. "I'll get the... chicken... out of the oven." you moved to the board and then to the sink to wash it.

Then five minutes later you found yourself in the dining room, eating in silence and now, not even music was playing. Complete silence. Only the sound of the utensils against the plate.

"Is it... really beef?" you asked as Hannibal looked at you with a smirk. You smiled to yourself and shook your head. "Was it ever?" you asked but you didn't need an answer. "Well, they do say you are what you eat..."

You knew that now that you knew who he was, he will keep an extremely close eye on you. If he didn't already. "I'm okay with it, by the way. Just wanted you to hear it. I still love you and you are my husband, this doesn't change a thing."

"You shouldn't visit Will anymore."

"I shouldn't, he might pressure me to go to Jack." you nodded. "I won't tell anyone."

"I know you won't." he said, "I believe you knew long before Will did. You just ignored the signs." you nodded in agreement as his hand found yours. "I would never hurt you, I do love you." he said with a reassuring voice and you did believe him.

"I love you too." you said with a smile before you dug into your food. "Does this make my blood darken too?" you wondered and for a moment Hannibal also stopped.

"I'm cutting you to see." he said.

"It's not what I meant by any means, I was simply wondering." you let out a sigh.

"I was only joking." he said with a smile. A smile so wicked, so dangerous, yet you absolutely loved it.

You kept your promise and never went to see Will again.

He would know instantly and you loved Hannibal too much to go to Jack.

But late at night, while he was out, you decided to head into your office and picked up a pin.

Pushing it into your skin, you stood in the window, letting the moonlight reveal your secret.

And now, even your blood was pure black.

You could only stare at it as you stood in complete silence.

You should be terrified.

You should run.

But it was all over now.

It is who you were.

Hannibal's wife and now, his partner in crime with your black blood matching his.

And somehow, you were okay with it.

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chubbyreaderchan · 1 year

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Meeting Will Graham because one of his dogs got out and just jumped into your car.

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hannibalspubes · 3 months

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If Will saw Hannibal dressed like this I’m convinced he would faint

#gonna be honest this is kinda how I imagine Hannibal post fall #he’s so attractive #sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo attractive #hannibal #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannigram #hannibal lecter #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen

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Hannibal 3x06 - “Dolce”

"This is a big Hannigram scene that is a favorite among Fannibals. I just wanna say, first draft, his shirt came off. Totally. I'm always pushing [my homosexual agenda]. I did it to Chucky, why not Hannibal?" -Don Mancini (audio commentary)

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gemstone-roses · 5 months

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Keep me warm

Summary: reader is terrified of storms, soaking wet, she shows up at hannibals door, terrified and needing comfort. Size kink. Cock warming.

Warnings: 18 plus only. NSFW, descriptions of a panic attack, cock warming, size kink, smut, hurt/comfort. You know the drill.

A:N- thankyou for requesting this I have been thinking about this scenario ever since! Hope your okay! Much love ❤️. I know you said you'd be fine with hc but you get a whole fic instead🥰 also I got rained on so much last week and now I'm full of cold I HATE this time of year ugh. I hope you like this I really do 🥰🥰

This might be one of my favourite things I've written.

You regret every decision you've made leading up to this point.

Grey clouds gather above you, you look up, wincing.

You thought you could make it home before the rain. Only wearing a light jacket, definitely not equipped for the kind of weather about to unleash on your head.

Fuck you whisper, hands clenching as thunder rolls in.

You shove your jacket off and hold it above your head in a pathetic attempt to retain at least a bit of dignity. You know you can't make it home with the storm, your anxiety already heightening with every crack you hear.

But you can make it to hannibal.

He's the only one who knew of your fear. Having to reveal it one day when you were both on the way to a crime scene.

The rain falls hard on the front of the car, wipers working overtime to clear it, your amazed hannibal can even see through the haze of rain. Your breath hitches as you hear the beginnings of a storm. You hoped he didn't notice. But this is hannibal. Of course he did. He glances over at you, sees your chest heaving and pulls over.

"Y/N" he says softly, shifting in his seat to face you.

But the rain is coming down so fast and hard and it's like you can feel it, in your soul. Your head spins as you try and take a deep breath. Hannibal places his hand on your thigh and squeezes, once again calling your name. When you don't look at him, he reaches out and grips your chin gently.

His face is flooded with concern

"I- can't

You push your hand into your chest, trying to ease the weight that's settled there.

"I know, I know, y/n, keep your eyes on me, okay?" Hannibal soothes.

You force yourself to keep looking at him, his big hand still rests cupping your chin, applying a slight pressure.

"Good" he smiles, hannibal weighs up the options in his head. Getting out of the car is out of the question, and he asks "do you trust me?" And you nod, so hannibal unclips your belt and says "Come here" before pulling you onto his lap. He immediately holds you tight, pushing you into his chest. "It'll be over soon my love" he soothes as he holds you against him. You can hear his heart beat as you lay on him, and eventually it calms you.

By the time you knock frantically at his door, your positively soaking wet, teeth chattering, tears blending in with the rain running down your face.

Hannibal opens the door and your hit instantly with a wall of warm. His brow furrows in concern as he takes in your state.

"S-storm" you mutter, looking down at the floor before you feel two hands wrap around your waist and pull you into the house.

Hannibal immediately pulls you into his embrace, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You shrink into his embrace, his presence beginning to melt away the fear you felt.

Shivers rack your body, cold setting in, hannibal holds you tighter.

'I've got you' he says.

"Come on, let's get you warmed up hm?" His hand comes to cup your face as he speaks.

He leads you to the lounge, where the fire is roaring.

"Let's get out of those wet clothes my love" he says, his hands rest lightly on your waist. Waiting.

You look at him, his eyes blown wide, hannibal swallows visibly.

"Would you like me to leave while you change?" He asks.

"No" you whisper.

Hannibal lifts your soaking shirt over your head. His breath catches in his throat as he does, lips parted slightly as he takes you in.

You slip out of your pants just as hannibal places the dry shirt over your head. It falls just below your knees.

Hannibal runs his fingers over your neck "you, are exquisite" he says, slightly breathless.

Heat rises to your face, warming you. Your still shivering slightly though, and hannibal of course, notices.

"Come here" he whispers, sitting down on the sofa and pulling you on top of him.

You let out a moan as you feel his cock against you, sitting deliciously against your core.

Hannibals cock hardens even more at the noise you made.

"Your still colder than I'd like darling" he says seriously, running his hands up and down your exposed thigh.

"Mm" is all you manage to say.

"I was working on my memory palace, when you knocked"

"M sorry" you mutter, ducking your head.

Hannibal tuts, lifting your chin to look at him.

"No, do not apologise, but, I do need to finish my thoughts" he says as his cock twitches.

"How about we stay like this until I'm done hm? And then I'll cook and you can spend the night?" He asks.

You nod.

"Words, darling" hannibal says sternly.

"Yes" you breathe out.

You shift slightly, his clothed cock pushing against you making you drip with need.

Hannibal grips your hips and stills you.

"Not until I'm finished" he grins. Before pushing you back slightly so he can free his cock from his pants.

You watch in awe as his thick cock springs up against his stomach.

Hannibal places his hands back on your hips before guiding you to sit on his cock.

You close your eyes, pleasure overtaking you as he sinks inside.

"No my love, you keep your eyes on me" he says, his voice gravelly.

"Hanni, please" you whisper, his cock filling you stretching you so good.

He ignores you. Continuing his thoughts as he twitches his cock every now and then inside you.

He keeps one hand gripping your chin, looking at him as you warm his cock.

"You feel so good, sitting on my cock like this, so perfect" he says.

Your chest heaves at his words.

"M so full, please, I need you" you choke out, feeling every ridge of his cock inside you, he pushed himself up on the couch slightly, causing him to hit another spot inside you.

"Fuck" you cry out.

Hannibal smirks, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. He begins to trace small patterns on your back.

"Hanni, it feels so good" you whisper into his chest, clenching around him.

"I know my love, just a bit longer I promise, your doing so well for me".

You whine at his words, and hannibal keeps talking to you like that, you relax into him, his cock still snug inside you as he holds you, warming you up, as you warm his cock.

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