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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Hannibal With Disabled S/O:

@myers-meadow-selfship

These are specific to story me, but they can apply to anybody who reads this 🥰

Frances was never the same after they fell off that roof. Their body never fully recovered and they were left with chronic pain. But their high pain tolerance makes them unaware of just how bad it is sometimes. Hannibal is frustrated at first because he thinks they’re trying to be brave, but they genuinely don’t know when they’ve pushed themselves too far until it’s too late.

If Hannibal saw their hands shaking while doing a task, he wouldn’t silent to walk over and remove whatever it was from their hand. If it was a book, he’d offer to read it to them, knowing how exhausted they were. If they were in the kitchen, he would finish whatever they were cooking. He tries to let them be Independent but the kitchen is his domain after all. If they were working on a project, he’d try to convince them to stop for the night. And if they said no, he would go as far as to physically remove them and take them to bed, or cuddle them on the couch so they can’t go back.

If they were having a bad leg day, he’d notice right away. Wether they were limping and trying to hide it, he has a keen eye. He’d subtly try to get them to sit. Now if they were in the house it’s different than in public. They would specifically try harder to appear able bodied in public. Hannibal probably keeps their cane on hand, even if they insist they didn’t need it. He always brings it just in case. But if they were in the house, he’d be a little less subtle when trying to get them to slow down and take care of themselves.

If they started the day by crawling around the house, he will not be amused. It’s kinda hard to miss someone crawling across your house, attempting to act normal. He stare at them over his book and see if they would ask for help first. But if it went on for too long, he’d be afraid they would bruise their knees. Cue him picking them up again.

“Hannibal I’m fine”

“Darling, you are aware you can ask for help, right?”

“What do you think I do when you aren’t home?”

This would stress the man out. He doesn’t see them as helpless, he knows their capable. But he’s always afraid they’ll get hurt because of their stubbornness. Her understand they want to be independent so he won’t always just step and and do stuff for them. Instead he’ll offer his assistance. Perhaps standing behind them in the kitchen as they cook, to make sure they don’t fall. Or sitting them down and handing them things they need so they don’t have to get up to get them.

Hannibal is they type to make sure they have the best mobility aids available. And would make them understand that they shouldn’t feel bad for using them. If they thought it was stupid to use them around the house, because they shouldn’t have to. He would encourage them to push past that thought. And if they were nervous about using them in public, he would glare at anyone who dared to stare or say anything. He’d think it’s adorable if they insist on decorating their aids. It would show they are more comfortable with using them.

Hannibal’s house is more than one floor. He’d probably give them a room on the bottom floor just to be safe. So they’d have an option on low energy days. But if his room was upstairs, he’d quickly realise that they would have to climb the stairs to greet him. Which is fine on good days, when they’re legs are working better or they only need their cane or crutches. He knows they’re capable and wouldn’t be overly worried about their skills.

But if it was a wheelchair day, and they tried to crawl up the stairs to get to his room, or office. He would panic. He would feel awful for not being down on the lower level with them. He’d probably inscrit they text him, he can answer text when he’s working from home. He would March down the stairs and scoop them up bridal style and bring them to wherever he was if they asked. He’d let them sit on his lap on his office, or under the desk if they wished. He just liked the closeness. And if it’s the middle of the night and they wanted to sleep on his room, he wouldn’t even be upset if they called his phone waking him up. He’d rather that then they crawl all the way up there, he’d feel terrible. If they’re sleeping downstairs, he will check on them throughout the night, or sneak into their bed if he’s in need of cuddles.

If their fainting issue was acting up, this man would be stressed as hell. Hannibal is good about keeping calm on the outside. But he can tell when they begin to feel more tired or sluggish, or if they start zoning out. If they were at dinner with everyone, and they began to feel faint. He would just calmly catch their head in his hand so they wouldn’t hit the table. After they woke, he would also if they wanted to continue the meal, or excuse themselves to go lay down.

If it’s a frequent pass out day, he’ll cancel his appointments and just hold them the whole day. He doesn’t want to risk them hitting their head on anything. This way he can also make sure they aren’t trying to push through their bodies natural reaction. Because he knows that’s not how to works, you can use will power to suddenly force oxygen back into your brain. And he would remind them of such.

If they’re about to pass out when standing, he will cross the room so quickly to catch them. He would beat himself up if he was ever not fast enough. So on days he notices they’re a little off, he sticks closer just in case. He’d worry on the days they’re out of the house, or hanging out with William. He wouldn’t know if the man would be observant enough to read their tells. He would be angry if they got hurt when out with Will.

William is better about the physical aspect of their illness. He will give them a piggy back ride if their legs begin to hurt while they’re out. If they’re in the house, he’ll sit them down with the dogs, to distract them from their pain. William is more in tune with them than Hannibal gives credit for. Sometimes they might feel a little smothered with Hannibal, but they know its just because he cares. But Will makes them feel more laid back about their chronic illness and disabilities.

Will is very touch averse, but he will hold them if they’ve passed out, so that they won’t be alone when they wake up. Or if it was a high pain day, he’d let them lean on him.

On the mental health aspect, Hannibal is obviously better at it. It’s quite literally his job, and as questionable as he is with some of his patients, he doesn’t care about them. Let alone love them. I’m depression days, he’d help them do simple tasks, like brush their hair, brush their teeth, or help them to bath. He’d make them something easy, and not daunting to eat, just so they have something in their stomach.

On anxiety days, he’d let them be clingy. Secretly these are his favorite days, because he gets to hold them close. With no fuss whatsoever from them. He’d be the best equipped to handle panic attacks or meltdowns. He takes their autism very seriously. He’s memorised their likes and dislikes, and will try not to keep anything that would cause sensory overload in the house.

We’ve already discussed that some of his suits aren’t exactly the most friendly of textures and fabrics. But Hannibal has taste, that’s not something he’d be willing to give up. But he’s learned to not take it personally if they avoid him when he’s wearing wool. He’ll take his suits off when he gets home and switch into a soft sweater so that he can get hugs from them. He also buys William soft sweaters so he doesn’t accidentally send them into a meltdown.

He’ll keep ear plugs and headphones with him at all times, and just casually hand them to them if he sees them become more fidgety and aggravated. He made a playlist of all his favorite classical music to calm them down. And it’s very effective. If he notices their biting habit, he’ll keep gum on him as well, and get them one of those necklaces that’s safe to chew on. He wouldn’t want them biting themselves. Autistic people are more prone to self harm, so he tries to be very cautious about objects that could hurt them.

He can and will restrain them during a meltdown so they can’t hurt themselves. He doesn’t really care how much they struggle or cry, he’ll do his best to calm them down. He’ll give deep pressure therapy if needed, and just lay on top of them. He’s the type of man to rather have them hit him, then themselves. As well as with the biting thing, if they really can’t stop the urge, he’ll allow them to nibble on his fingers. Only if it’s in the house though, never in public.

He always encourages stimming, no matter where they are. But if they are at a fancier event, he’ll escort them to a private room so they could stim in peace. Not because he’s embarrassed, but because he knows people can be judgmental. And a round of questions could cause a meltdown. He adores their happy stims, and could watch them for hours. If they’re executed about something, he’ll let them talk until they run themselves dry. Then pull them to his chest for a well deserved nap after. He finds it funny how sleepy they can get.

He will buy things involving their special interests or hyperfixations, just to see them happy. There’s nothing better in the world to him than the moment their face lights up. But again, he is stern and cares for their health. If a hyperfixation is stopping them from taking care of themselves, he will take it away from them. It tough love, but he needs them to be healthy. If they won’t sleep, he’ll make them a midnight snack and some tea, and talk to them until they tire themselves out.

Hannibal doesn’t have all the answers, but he does learn from his mistakes. He probably has an entire file on them so he’ll never forget anything he deems important. It’s a little obsessive, but he’s trying his best.

#Frances lecter #meadow lecter #hannibal imagine #Hannibal lecter #hannibal headcanons #disabled reader #chronic illness #chronically I’ll #physical disability #autism #mental illness

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dragonsareverycool · 8 days

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A Brothers Reunion

The small summoning circle lit up, casting a soft green glow, as two eyes watched it with weary hope.

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Two demons argued violently about a soul, and Danny sighed from his spot on the throne that fully claimed him a month ago. While he still found it hilarious how thoroughly this guy managed to swindle so many of the high ranking demons, it had started to cross into annoying territory. Danny was seriously considering making a whole office dedicated specifically to hold all the paperwork one ‘John Constantine’ was seemingly generating with his very presence. Suddenly, Danny felt a soft tug on his core, much gentler then the summoning rituals of all those crazy cultists that keep popping out of nowhere used. More like the circles he gave to Sam Tucker or Jazz. But he could feel the summoner’s emotions, and the poor guy on the other end felt like he was about to cry.

Danny mentally went through everyone he’s given his personal line to. Then, he shot up and called for Fright Knight to send the demons away while Danny quickly allowed himself to be pulled through the summoning circle to where his brother waited anxiously.

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The circle flared, and a large eldrich like figure quickly crawled through. Then, a very familiar voice muttered

“Man I wish these things weren’t so dramatic. I already scared the shit out of the justice league because of it” as the being’s form shifted to the more familiar form he took when seeing Damian for the first time in a decade. His white hair looked a little longer now, and his eyes a less toxic green.

“Danyal” Damian said stiffly. Danny looked up, making eye contact with Damian before responding

“Damian” in response Damian lunged, pressing a blade to Danny’s neck before asking a question only Danny could answer.

“What’s the last story you told me?” Danny simply smiled nostalgically,

“There’s the Damian I know. I told you about Canis Minor 16 days before I died the first time.” Damian heasitated before putting away his weapon and paused before he quickly started to hug Danny, who returned the hug.

“… first time?” Damian asked, still in Danny’s arms.

“Mother didn’t tell you what happened to me after, did she?” Danny asked into his twins hair. Damian didn’t even bother to say anything and just turned his head to look at Danny balefully, before Danny sighed and said

“Of course she didn’t. I was dunked into the Lazarus pits, before mother dropped me off in the middle of nowhere America, where she forbade me from ever talking about my old life or ever attempting to contact you.” Damian paused to process this, before saying

“And the second time?” Danny sighed at that, his face set into a grimace. Damian started to move, bringing Danyal over to his bed, where Danny realized Damian had summoned Danny in his room. Damian sat them both onto his bed, and curled further into Danny’s arms, while gesturing to continue.

“I was adopted by a couple who claimed to be ‘ectobiologists’ who already had an older daughter named Jazz. She’s my sister.” Damian nodded solemnly at that, mentally adding ‘Jazz’ to his list of siblings. Danny pulled out his brick of a phone and started showing Damian pictures of his adoptive parents, his sister and everything else as he spoke about it. “They’d been working on a project in their lab since before they adopted me, longer then they’re had Jazz even. When I was fourteen, they finally tried to turn it on. It failed. It was a portal to what they called ‘The Ghost Zone’, but that realm is much more. The Infinite Realms are the glue that holds all universes together, and its a kind of afterlife. They didn’t know half of that, only that some souls of humans who died stay there, and even then, they thought that these ghosts were only a husk of their former selves, and couldn’t feel pain.” Damian started to connect the dots at that and asked

“You’re one of these ghosts?” It was almost a statement, but Damian wasn’t going to make many assumptions. Danny nodded before continuing

“I had two friends who convinced me to show them the failed portal. I walked inside of the portal we assumed was completely defunct, and I tripped over one of the many wires on the floor. When I tried to stabilize myself, I hit the on button.” Damian’s eyes widened, and he froze while Danny paused. After a moment, Danny continued, saying “My adoptive parents had connected the portal to the towns power grid, and the portal opened up on top of me. Electricity and ectoplasm, what ghosts and the Infinite Realms are made of, clashed inside my body, killing me and reviving me repeatedly until the portal finally spit me back out. I only half died that day.” Danny put his phone away and focused on playing with Damian’s hair. Damian reveled in his brothers affectionate touch like when they were small.

“Half?” Damian asks after a minute or two.

“Half. I technically have several ghost forms, and I have a human form” Damian looked up from Danyal’s arms, his eyes asking the obvious question he was a little afraid to ask, though he’d never admit it. Danny smiled at the unasked question, and rings of light formed around him, before dissipating and revealing a very much alive eighteen year old Danyal Nightingale. He grabbed one of Damian’s hands and pressed it against his neck, allowing Damian to revel in feeling his former dead brother’s pulse. Damian tested Danny’s wrist, and put his ear against Danny’s now warm chest.

Damian will deny the appearance of tears to his death, but Danny didn’t say anything, he just held Damian closer. After a while Danyal started to talk about the stars. Filling the silence with quiet but passionate rambling about stars and space. It was familiar. It was safe and warm and then Richard ruined the moment by slamming open Damian’s door yelling about a ‘Family Game Night’ and got a knife for his troubles. Of course he dodged with practiced ease, but then he realized Damian wasn’t alone in his room. Time seemed to freeze at the stand off. Dick had frozen, as the joy on his face seemed to leach away at the realization that there was an intruder.

#sorry for the cliffhanger #I have no idea what else to write #You can tell who’s pov is being focused on by how people are referred to #didn’t even realize I was doing it till like half way through #dpxdc #demon twins au #demon twins #be fed foul creatures #seems y’all like what awful concoctions I make so here #feel free to use as inspo #I would like credit if only so I can tell and be so happy that my work has inspired more #I am chronically online so I’ll probably see it #unless it’s on twi- I mean X #it’s a disease and I don’t have my shots #also yes Dick is indeed jealous of this rando being able to hold Damian and give him affection without the threat of bodily harm lmao

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