#hannibal fluff

[softieekayy]

Intertwined

Hannibal Lecter x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Hannibal Lecter was a stoic man with stoic impressions. He did his job, he left and he came home. Not many people knew much about him and the one who did, Will Graham, was a mystery of his own.

Having said that, there was one person who knew his entire soul, for their souls were entangled with each other. Hannibal’s wife. She knew him and his antics like the back of her hand. It was to be expected, especially since they’ve known eachother since Hannibal was a young man in medical school and her a young teenage girl with a crush on him. He never entertained it through, no, he always taught her things that she found useful later in life. It was fate who decided that they would spend the rest of their lives together.

Hannibal would do anything for his wife, she was his sun, moon and entire universe. He worshiped the floor she walked on. Not to mention that the young Mrs. Lecter was a beautiful woman with shiny hair and satin like skin. She was ethereal and people often thought she was an angel posing as one of their kind simply because of her beauty. Her beauty didn’t end physically, not at all. The young woman was a saint. She wouldn't hurt a fly, in fact, she would nourish it and then set it free.

“Why is he so hard to cut up!” (Y/n) whined to her husband, stomping down her expensively clad feet in a tantrum, blood seeping into her satin, champagne coloured shirt, staining the material. In one hand she held a butcher's knife with blood coating it, the body beneath her indicating the frustration she very obviously felt.

“Well, darling” Hannibal grunted, “cutting people with knives like this isn’t easy.”

“Yeah I see that now, my love.” She muttered back, reverting to her former position on her knees and hacking away at Mr. Zaine Lammer’s arm. A disgusting man he was, objectifying Hannibal’s wife to him. The dinner the couple held was for charity. Just because they killed people didn’t mean they were monsters. (Y/n) still loved and cared about children and would never harm them, they can be tuned and molded into anything you’d like. Unfortunately the same cannot be said for adults.

Hannibal looked over to his, completely entranced by the pure and utter annoyance on her face. She knew Hannibal killed, it wasn’t a secret to her. She’s helped with the crimes. However, (Y/n) preferred the killing and setting up the scene part, she did not like the hacking away at the body. No, she left that to her dear husband to do. Not that Hannibal minded. He’d prefer for her to not get touched by the blood of filth.

“Ugh. I give up. I can’t do this anymore.” The young woman stated, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Hannibal laughed at his wife’s reaction, making her glare at him.

“Don’t laugh at me Hans!” She told him, a small smile threatening to break out on her face. Hannibal looked at her, not saying anything but rather just observing. His wife was the most beautiful lady to have ever walked the earth. An angel that was put amongst sinners. He put down his knife and walked over to her, putting one arm around her waist and tugging her closer to his body, her hands resting on his chest.

“Hi.” She whispered softly with an equally soft smile gracing her face.

“Hello.” Hannibal whispered back, leaning down to steal a quick kiss from his wife.

He remembers meeting her like yesterday. She was a young little thing, younger than him, about 8-9 years or so. Yet when Hannibal saw her, she was the most beautiful person he’d ever set eyes on. The young woman had just been coming into the book store, soaked from the rain outside, hair sticking to her face and yet she still had a smile painted on her dark red lips. Hannibal watched her as she greeted the older man who ran the shop warmly before shedding her coat to let it hang. She turned around and caught Hannibal staring yet she gave him a smile too. Her quick movements reminded Hannibal of a cat, yet when he looked into her eyes for a brief moment, he saw his own reflection.

“I’ve never seen you around here.” She tells him, running her fingers across the spines of books before pulling one out. It was an old book with a forest green cover.

“I don’t live here, I’m just here to visit my aunt.” Hannibal didn’t tell her that Lady Murasaki was long dead and that he was just here to visit her grave. His aunt was a crucial part of his life, she shaped him into the man he is today.

The young woman nodded in acknowledgment, her hair moving along with it.

“Well it’s nice to meet you..” She trailed off, waiting for Hannibal to introduce himself.

“Hannibal lecter.” The older man introduced himself, shaking her hand gently. It was as soft as she looked. In return (Y/n) introduced herself. The two grabbed their books and spoke about everything and anything. Hannibal learned that she went to medical school here and frequented this bookstore often, hence her close relationship with the owner. Hannibal told her of Lady Murasaki and how he’s in charge of keeping her home. Before they knew it, time had passed and it was the dead of night, Hannibal walked her home and from there it took them to now. A married couple.

“We should really clean up.” (Y/n) grimaced, pulling away from Hannibal’s embrace to look at the mess on the floor. Hannibal agreed with her, the blood won’t come out easily if it’s been too long.

Hannibal pulled away from the embrace and went back to chopping up the man while his wife began to mix the solutions for cleaning.

Within another hour or so they were done. (Y/n) stood at the entrance of the basement with her hands over her hips, heaving lightly from all the scrubbing she did. Her once neatly done hair was now falling out of its place messily. Hannibal disposed of the meat in the freezer before walking back to his wife and kissing her on the side of her head, gently leading her upstairs with his hand on the small of her back.

“With all that leftover meat, we ought to have another dinner party. There’s only so much we alone can eat.” (Y/n) grumbled to Hannibal as they both reached the first floor of their home. She walked into the kitchen and took out two wine glasses before pouring her and Hannibal some.

“I agree.” Hannibal nodded. “We should invite Will, Jack Crawford and Alana Bloom for dinner these days.” He finished, taking a sip of his wine, watching his wife’s stare on him harden.

“You know I don’t like her yet you keep inviting her. Don’t be surprised if she ends up as our dinner one day.” (Y/n) warns him, anger seeping through her voice. The young brunette clearly had a crush on Hannibal, everyone around her could tell. Hannibal used that crush to manipulate her. His wife on the other hand, wasn't too fond of another woman making heart eyes at someone who belonged to her.

“You worry for no reason, even in death my heart will belong to you. Alana Bloom can’t match your intelligence or grace.” Hannibal comforted his wife, running his hand up and down her arm and she tucked herself closer into him. The younger woman hummed in response, taking Hannibal’s hand in her own and playing around with his fingers.

“I still don’t like her. That smug little face she makes towards me whenever you talk to her. All I can think about at that moment is how nice my hair pin would look coated in her blood.” (Y/n)‘s hand clutched tightly around Hannibal’s as she thought about Alana bloom. The brunette woman never failed to enrage Hannibal’s wife.

“She’s not worth you pretty little thoughts.” The older man told his wife, dragging his nose from the back of her neck to the side of her head, planting a living kiss. (Y/n) smiled slyly, turning her body to face him fully.

“You think me wanting to feel Alana’s blood on my hands is pretty?” She asked him, still smiling and toying with his hair. Hannibal latched his arm around her waist and pulled her atop him.

“I think everything you do is pretty.” He tells her and she hums. The two sit in silence for a while, sipping on their wine. No need for mindless chatter, being by each other's side was all that they needed. Hannibal knew that his wife would never betray him under any circumstances and she knew that Hannibal would never do anything to harm her. However they both knew that to drag attention away from one another, they may need to harm each other. It wasn’t a pleasant thought, it ripped Hannibal’s heart apart to even think about hurting his pretty little wife. His pretty wife with doe eyes. His pretty wife with a sinister smile. The two were a match in every sense possible, both hunters who enjoyed the art of killing. They were skilled and under Hannibal’s expertise and care, his young wife went from an amateur to someone just as talented as Hannibal.

“It's getting late, moonshine.” Hannibal uttered into her hair, nosing her hairline. She was wrapped around him, like a cat. Hannibal thought that if reincarnation was real then his wife must’ve been a cat in her past life.

“Yes, honey, I know. However there are no plans set in place for tomorrow.” She grinned, turning around and crawling onto him fully now. Hannibal held his wife by the waist, grinning.

“Are you suggesting we stay up late tonight Mrs. Lecter?” He asked her, caressing her hair. The two smiled like a lovesick teen age couple. So in love that it made others sick. Jack Crawford was one of them, he’d known the famous Mrs. Lecter since he’d met Hannibal.

“Yes I am. In fact, I’m suggesting that we go out for some ice cream.” She tells him, running a finger down the buttons of his shirt. Hannibal gasps in faux shock.

“Scandalous. You’re so very scandalous.” He tells her, shaking his head in disappointment. They both know it’s just an act anyway, Hannibal would bend over back wards for her. (Y/n) giggled before getting up and grabbing her coat. She waited for Hannibal to join her giddily, like a child who had far too much sugar.

“Shall we go?” Hannibal asked her, offering his arm for her to hold. (Y/n)’s hand softly tucked itself into the crook of Hannibal's arm as they headed out. Into the dark of the night, like wolves hunting for prey.

Tagging my lovelies: @jake-g-lockley @shawty-writes-a-little <3

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[voxmortuus]

Yooo! Lol I’m here to make a small request maybe just to see how you think Hannibal would handle a situation lol like literally just a Drabble would be fine 🫶🏼

Alright, what would he say if his S/O (male pref) asked him “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Bonus points if his S/O asks stupid questions like this all the time so he’s used to it, LMAO poor Hannibal

►PAIRING: Hannibal X Male!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Hannibal ►WORDS: 1.6k ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: No warnings | I may be missing some, but you get a general idea, so please proceed with caution if there is anything in there that is overly triggering please let me know politely and I will make sure it is added to the list. ►NOTE: Hannibal and Hannibal Character requests are closed. All other requests are open. Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. ►DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa

"No. I gotta know! If I was a worm, would you still love me?" you ask.

Shaking his head with a chuckle he thinks a moment. "But what if I was a bird, I'd eat the worm."

"That's not the question nor a valid answer."

"Oh but it is, what if I was the bird that ate the worm."

"You're no fun." you pout a moment.

He chuckles and he watches you a moment. Putting some thought into it he tilts his head. "Well I'd make sure you'd have a nice little compost pile... only the best foods."

"That's better. So, how do you think you'd handle me if I was a puddle of putty?" you ask.

He tilts his head and shakes it again with a slight chuckle. "Where are these questions coming from?" he asked you.

With a rather proud smile. "They came from my brain place. Now. Back to the putty question."

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[rose-lunaire]

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

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

pairing: wiill graham x reader, hannibal lecter x reader

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

(Y/B/T - your blood type)

hannibal lecter

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

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

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

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

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

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

he collapsed on the hospital floor

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

“you gave us quite the scare, doctor lecter”

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

torn between slumber and awareness, he groaned quietly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to protect and worship it like gods of ancient times

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

for them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

will graham

he was losing a lot of blood

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

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

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

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

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

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

he finds himself attached to a blood transfusion set

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

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

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

he’s deeply moved by their dedication

he can’t seem to draw his eyes away

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

“don’t worry about it”

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

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

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

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

after he left the hospital, he often called them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[weekndluvsstarz]

sour library air and embraces.

— You find comfort in Hannibal after finding out your significant other was seeing someone else.

tws: mentions of cheating, and possessiveness if u squint. just teeth rotting fluff. enjoy!

(Super short fyi)

You stood outside with shaky legs, debating whether or not to actually go inside. Another clap of thunder close by made you pick your decision rather quickly. The lavender and sandalwood smell invaded your brain instantly comforting you.

You entered his office absentmindedly, knowing he had no other company due to the sound of silence. He was hunched over his desk drawing away, shoulders spread apart and relaxed to ensure detail and perfection.

“What a lovely surprise what brings you here?”

He hadn’t looked up to see you fully, but he tilted his head to see who you were.

“Are you quite alright? It looks like you walked here, I didn’t realize how hard it was raining outside.”

The state of your form and clothes made his attention turn fully to you.

“It’s uhm thundering and storming outside Dr. Lecter. I was wondering if we could talk?”

“Of course we can, Y/N is it important?”

“It is rather important yes,”

She interrupted her sentence to stifle a sob that almost escaped her lips.

“My husband cheated on me.”

Immediately rushing to her aide, he tsked and sighed, head shaking as he took your coat off your shoulders.

“I hate to say it Mrs L/N, but I was almost expecting this to happen. With what you told me about your husband in the first place. Him growing distant and whatnot. Either way however, I am still sorry. And I do appreciate you coming here almost right away.”

He looked down at her face with a soft look on his face, before noticing how half the raindrops on her face weren’t actually raindrops. His rough calloused hands came up to caress your face almost lovingly. Using his thumbs to wipe away the pesky tears all over your face. Small sniffles coming from your nose.

“It’s okay my love, you don’t need him. You have me. That’s all you need.”

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[cherryskyies]

Could you maybe write something for Hannibal Lector having a s/o that isn’t used to being taken care of? Like maybe the way he cooks for them or spoils them and they’re just not used to it? How would Hannibal act?

You’re writing is amazing btw!

Less than perfect

I feel like I got a bit carried away here gn BUT thank you <33 mwah there will be some headcanons at the end!! navigation || masterlist

He noticed, it was hard not to, considering his field of work — it is what drew him to you, he supposes. Hannibal had the urge to wrap you in his arms, pull you close, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear while you slept the moment he saw you. A being as precious as you, his little lamb, deserved all the love and he could see you were being starved of it. 

Hannibal decided, somewhere along the way, that you were now his. 

It felt similar to rehabilitating an animal that had never seen the outside world; you were so curious, watching him with wide eyes, hiding your face at every compliment and pet name — you were perfect for him, an open canvas to create whatever his heart desired. 

The morning it really clicked with you, that Hannibal meant every word he said, was in the middle of October: He had been invited to a halloween party and was allowed a plus one, which automatically meant you. You didn’t understand the costumes when he first presented the idea, but still you agreed, thankful for the extra warmth the wool provided. 

Small, black sheep ears glued to a headband sat upon your head, an expensive silk collar adorned your neck with the words “Little lamb,” engraved on the metal charm. Hannibal stood next to you in a shepherd's gown, smiling down at you whilst speaking softly, “I’ve raised you so well, my lamb.” He ushered you forward, looking off to the side. “Go on, go mingle while I take care of some business.”

Similar to a shepherd and his flock, Hannibal took care of the big bad wolf that had been giving you problems at work — no one would notice him missing and maybe if he was careful with his seasoning, the meat wouldn't be as tainted. 

Dinner that night was wonderful, “Thank you, Han. I wish I could cook this good.” You comment, laughing at the end. “I can do the dishes?” Hannibal eyed you, satisfied that you’d ask permission from him — so obedient, so perfect. 

“Of course, and I’m sure you can cook just as well,” he starts, trailing behind you with the rest of the empty dishes. “But if not, you still make a beautiful lamb.”

Your face is hot, heat creeping up your neck and reaching the tips of your ears. “Ah no, but thank you.” 

Hannibal is displeased with your response, turning to look at you as confusion settles into his features. “My lamb, you can’t possibly believe you are anything less than perfect?” and while it may have sounded rhetorical, he expects a reply — displeased once again when you shake your head softly. 

He falls silent, watching you with calculating eyes, racking his brain for ways to make you see how beautiful you are — “Can I kiss you, my lamb?”

You’re caught off guard, half expecting him to say it was a prank and move on, but when he doesn’t, you smile — if the little cottontail glued to your pants was real, it would be wagging fifty miles an hour. “You wanna kiss..me?” You clarify, pointing your thumb to your chest and when he nods, you laugh in disbelief. “Then kiss me.”

Hannibal can’t help but wonder if all of you tasted this sweet; if your meat would be as heavenly as your lips – but he’d never eat his little lamb.

To hannibal, you are a lamb at the slaughter, calling out to him for help and he can’t help but to spoil your cute little face — you’re his lamb after all, right?

Hannibal just... seems like he would absolutely adore the fact he is the first to love you like you deserve, to be the first to lovingly caress your cheek in the morning, make you breakfast in bed with cute little love notes on the side.

However, Hannibal is also absolutely livid at all your past lovers and family for not giving you the gift of kindness that you more than deserved.

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[strawberly95]

Sooo.....I finished Hannibal😀 Im not okey😭😭😭

aaaaanyways, theyre in love🤭

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[leyladoesntknow]

Mads Mikkelsen as Dr. Hannibal Lecter in “Hannibal” (2013-2015)

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[teeeheetummytums]

My iPad died and I lost all of my art before I had the confidence to post it anywhere. I took a picture of this quick Will Graham doodle so that’s why it looks kind of grainy.

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[qumeth]

Imagine being Will Graham’s younger sibling who also suffers from hallucinations and delusions and maybe Will brings Hannibal over and your just staring at him from behind a wall just to make sure he’s like a real person and shit. And Hannibal just invites you over and places a hand over yours. Idk maybe cause someone did this to me when i was out of it and it made me feel like comfortable.

Imagine Hannibal does this every time you and him see each other, it’s his way of showing a bond that you both sorta need. Maybe when the two of you get close you touch his face while you two talk, like you know he’s real but it’s always nice to have some sort of comfort in knowing your safe with someone.

Hannibal enjoys the skin touch contact the two of you have. He makes sure that his actually skin touches yours. His thumb rubs against your hand or cheek in admiration and softness. IDK I JUST LIKE SOFT HANNIBAL AND IM INSANE.

And maybe you two start a relationship and ever day he makes sure to brush hair out of your face or rubs your cheek in the morning as a little ritual gesture. RAHHHH IM AUTISM AND SCHIZOPHRENIC

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[softieekayy]

10 things Hannibal has said about or to his wife

(Enjoy the gif, it’s what Mrs lecter sees in bed 😉)

1) you are the fire that burns deep within my soul. Without you, I would cease to exist.

2) oh my soul, I love you more than anything on this planet. Even the greatest beauty on this world falls pale to you.

3)my heart only beats for you, my money is yours, my life is yours. Anything you do with it is yours.

4) there is only one god in my life and that’s my wife. She’s my creator and my universe. She’s the very essence of my being.

5) I would suffer through a thousand more lifetimes if it meant I get to be with you.

6) never will I love anyone as much as I love my wife. She is the one thing that keeps my heart beating. Without her, I would be nothing.

7) if her love is a thorn on the rose, then I’d gladly prick myself a thousand times to feel it.

8) my life would be colourless less without your presence. You are my moon and my universe. The sun that shines bright. The very essence of my existence.

9) if my death meant for her to live, I would die for her each time. There is no me without her.

10) I would die at her mercy if it meant I saw her face for the last time.

Tagging: @jake-g-lockley @shawty-writes-a-little @chchchcheni

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[voxmortuus]

Hi! Can I please make a request?

If yes: thank you!

Could you write Hannibal giving his male!reader a blowjob?

Thank you and I hope you have a good day!

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Never sloppy, this man was a professional even in intimate moments. However, the only reason why he was on his knees in front of you and not the other way around was because he lost a bet. He wasn't a sports fan, and you knew that you took advantage of the situation, and now you were being rewarded. It wasn't every day he lost a bet either, but, that being said, you were immensely enjoying what you felt was a well-deserved reward.

As the hot shower water adds to the pleasure, you look down, watching as his lips form perfectly around you, savoring the flesh, making sure you are well tended to. The stroke of his hand, the bob of his head, the attention to the little details. How you could feel the tension and tautness of the lips to add that perfect amount of pressure around, tight but not too tight.

You hang your head back as you enjoy this moment. The subtle stroke of his hand as his mouth glides along your slick stiffened flesh. Of course, he knew what he was doing, and you were bearing witness to it now.

Looking back down you watch as his lips move along the side of your cock, the length from base to tip, his tongue curled around the underside of your shaft, the way he moved along the side and wrapped around back to the tip only to press your head between his lips again and press you to the back of his throat as he picks up the pace.

You hang your head back and let out a long draw out moan into the bathroom as it echoes in the shower bouncing off those glass walls. Your body tenses with this intense wave of heat. Feeling it wash over you it's like prickles to your flesh. You let out another moan. Your eyes close as you reach down and grip the back of his head as your hips buckle in a rhythmic motion.

The faster he moves the faster your hips move in a perfect tandem motion. The perfect about of give and take. With a faster bob comes a tighter pressure, comes a quicker build of your own pressure but you're unable to hold back any longer. Before you could even get a word in edgewise you're letting out a loud moan of pure satisfaction. Your voice echoes in his ears.

As your cock twitches with your finish, like the professional this man is, Hannibal takes the load, proceeds to stand up with your cock in hand, pulls you closer, and looks down at you as he stands a fair bit taller than you.

"Next time, you're the one on your knees…" He stated with a small smirk.

"Whatever you say." You state with a soft chuckle kind of out of breath and in a daydream-like state.

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[rose-lunaire]

music box | hannibal with a musician!S/O

dedicated to all the beautiful artistic souls reading this, i hope you like it!

pairing: hannibal x gn!reader

warnings: yandere behaviour, unspecified age gap, my lack of knowledge of musical terms

you met in the backstage of your first recital

hannibal was mesmerised by your craft, such mature and fresh interpretation of his favourite piece

“that was an excellent performance you gave us”

you nearly dropped your music sheets from shock

“o, oh, thank you so much, sir. to be honest, i was worried the nerves came through too much and ruined it…”

“i assure you, the concerto was flawless. mahler requires this uncertainty and you portrayed that beautifully.”

the way he said it seemed to lift all the weight from your shoulder; there was no room for question in his voice, just pure respect

“pardon me, where are my manners. my name is hannibal lecter and i would like to become your patron”

and that’s how it started: your relationship emerged from this contract and eventually evolved into friendship

in the end blossoming into something more

you always appreciate his remarks while practicing until late at night

he’s your biggest supporter!

always carrying your stuff from practice, saying he can’t allow you hurting yourself

he would massage your hands after long practices, kissing the tips of your fingers like the most delicate of flowers

don’t be shy about your callouses, hannibal sees them as a token of your hard work and dedication

they’re beautiful, just like your mind and heart

he would do anything to protect you from critique

once upon a time someone dared write an unpleasant review of your performance and it was the end of their career

their body was found in the trash behind the opera house the next day and on their blog posted an apology to you, saying they were paid and coerced to say those abhorrent things to you

you never found out about this case, hannibal took you on a retreat to a national park, free of any distractions to “gain inspiration”

he admires you as a connoisseur but also as an artist

he was a bit shy to showcase his work for the first time

but then he fell for you all over again when he heard you playing his pieces

they sound so different yet so familiar, he can’t focus on the notes and instead stares at your hands, mesmerised

you’re his porcelain doll, the most precious treasure he will cherish until the end of his days

displayed only for his deserving eyes, inside a beautiful box, dancing to his tune, twirling around laughing, his applause is the only thing you can hear

too beautiful for others to truly appreciate, you’re hidden away in his study

bound to be perfect

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[wolverton]

VIRGIN MARGARITA

by tenderising & wolverton

T | Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter + Benoit Blanc/Phillip | WIP

SUMMARY:

Somewhere in Cuba at the height of summer, a man is missing and with him, a special cocktail recipe that divided the populace. The world-renowned detective Benoit Blanc is on the case with his part-time sidekick and full-time husband Phillip. On the other side of town, Hannibal Lecter—who does not yet know he is about to become a murder suspect, but would not find it all that surprising if he did—is beginning to experience the consequences of his actions in unprecedented ways. The love of his life, Will Graham, claims that karma waits for no one.

Summer domestics in the heart of Cuba, a murder mystery, and crack that is only occasionally treated seriously, brought to you lovingly in collaboration with @tenderising <3

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[writethrough]

hi!! i wanna know about your WIP’s!! 🗣️ and 💗 please and thank you!! :)))

Hello, my love! Thank you for asking!

🗣️Talk about your favorite WIP.

I could give the basic answer and say the one I'm working on at this moment is my favorite (an Evan Buckley fic). But I won't do that to you. My favorite WIP is one I currently have titled "The Evolution of Us."

It's a Billy fic. Slow burn, but he falls first. And I have this idea that "Fall for Me" by Sleep Token is the overall vibe I want it to have.

And the most important part is, I barely have anything written for it.😬

💗Is there a scene you can't wait to write for a WIP?

One that I'm really excited to write is for a different Billy fic where the reader and him reunite after Reader distances herself from him.

Another is for this Vampire!Hannibal idea I have where Reader busts into this big vampire meeting in need of Hannibal's help. And Hannibal has to settle his people and he agrees to talk with the reader.

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[goth1clee]

Hannibal x trans male reader with ADHD

Warnings: fluff, tickles

So I just had an idea that y/n is a patient who is basically adopted by Hannibal because of a traumatic event that happened in his life that orphaned him (similar to Abigail’s hobbs). So y/n struggles to open up and many of Hannibal more “unorthodox methods haven’t worked as well as he wanted them to. However, he notices that the reader is ticklish and uses it to his advantage, which seems to make the reader feel much better.

A/n: Hi everyone, this is the first fics I’ve ever posted, and I do appreciate any constructive criticism. However, if you could be kind about it, that would be much appreciated; I am a sensitive boi and can take things to heart <3 also I have taken the first “I” out of the t-word :).

Hannibal looked at you, examining your posture, actions, leg movement and how you, once again, tried to avoid his gaze. Ever since he had taken you into his care, Hannibal had taken it upon himself to be your therapist and guardian.

“So, how have you been feeling in yourself lately Y/n.” He finally began, with genuine concern in his voice.

You thought for a second on how to answer. You knew deep down that your dysphoria had not at all improved and that burn out and a lack of motivation had basically become your best friend, however you didn’t want to seem ungrateful or whiny. Ever since you had become orphaned, Hannibal had been an amazing parent and genuinely cared about how you felt. So you lied

“Fine, yeah..I’m doing better thanks.”

It was not very convincing as Hannibal could see right through you.

“Are you completely sure Y/n? You can tell me anything”

One part of you wanted to blurt out everything. The dysphoria, the ADHD, the insomnia and the night terrors. It was a lot to bear. But you bit your tongue, much to Hannibal’s dismay.

“You know I can see right through you Y/n, I can tell when you are not feeling yourself. So please, just tell me-you know nothing you could say will upset me.”

You felt as if you could cry, but you held it in, trying so hard to stay strong.

“Honestly Hannibal, I am doing ok. Thank you for being so attentive though, I am very grateful”

Those words worried Hannibal. He loved how polite and courteous you were towards him, however he felt as if you weren’t fully opening up to him; he just wanted you to talk to him.

For so long, he has tried many methods to relax you and to make you feel like you could trust him fully. Some of these methods were fairly “unorthodox”, but to him, you were his responsibility and he would go to great lengths to help you.

For example, he has asked you to cook with him to try and strengthen the bond between the two of you. During this, he noticed how you kept coming to him for advice on how to do things perfectly but the apologising profusely (most likely because you felt as if you were getting on his nerves and didn’t want to be a burden). This bothered him also. Hannibal hated how you saw yourself as hindrance, because he loved you and enjoyed your company, helpfulness and all round kindness. But he would rather you show kindness towards yourself.

“Hannibal, please could I grab a glass of water from the kitchen” you said, slightly shaking. You wanted desperately to change the subject, but Hannibal was having none of it.

“Of course,” he replied, “you don’t have to ask.”

You rose slowly from your seat and paced towards the sink. You swung the black cupboard door open and grabbed the first glass you saw. The water felt cold and crisp against your lips, bringing you back to reality. You felt as if your skin didn't fit your bones. the light-headed ache would not cease. but you tried to ignore it. When you finished the glass, you washed, dried it and placed it carefully back in the cupboard. As you turned around to go find a book or something to occupy yourself, you were greeted by Hannibal stood directly in front of you.

“Thank you Y/n,” he began, “I do appreciate your cleanliness, but you should give yourself a break sometimes. You are allowed to leave it on the drainer.” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

You tried to chuckle with him, but it was obviously forced. As you tried to dismiss yourself, Hannibal grabbed your shoulder, causing you to wince,

“I’m so sorry Y/n, did I hurt you?”

“No no, of course not,” you answered, “I’m not sure what that was to be quite honest.”

As you sat in the corner, looking content at whatever you were looking at on your phone, Hannibal thought about the exchange and why you reacted that way. We’re you surprised? Were you scared? He couldn’t figure it out. That was until he looked it up; then it clicked immediately. He stumbled across the definition for tckle: “lightly touch or prod (a person or a part of the body) in a way that causes mild discomfort or itching and often laughter.” He smirked at his discovery, for he had then decided on how he would make you relax.

He roamed the house to find you sat in the living room, curled up on the white cushioned chair, scrolling on your phone.

“Y/n, could you come here please.” He spoke softly as always, to make sure you felt secure.

“Are you ok Hannibal?” you asked, wondering why he looked kind of smug.

“I’ve noticed how tense you’ve been feeling lately,”

“Hannibal, I feel ok-“ but he soon cut you off.

“Please don’t deny it Y/n, you’ve been so incredibly rigid lately, and it is not healthy. Your muscles need to loosen or else they will knot.”

You listened closely, confused as to where this was going.

“I apologise Hannibal, is there anything I can do to stop this?”

“Don’t apologies, I can help.”

You nodded, encouraging him to elaborate further.

“I would like to, if you are fully comfortable with it, to give you a light massage. It will not take long, I just want to loosen the muscles that I believe to be knotted or in discomfort.”

You considered his offer for a few seconds. You knew that he meant well, but there was something in his eye that seemed different. Also, you considered you own sensitive news. You didn’t hate it but you were more concerned about the embarrassment it may cause. You weren’t massively keen on descending into a fit of laughter in front of Hannibal. What would he think of such a pathetic reaction? But you didn’t want to seem rude.

“Y-yeah sure, go ahead.”

“Brilliant. Now if you could just position yourself on the sofa, turned away from me, I can start.”

You sat down reluctantly, trying not to show your nervousness about the situation. You felt Hannibal sit beside you and placing his hands just above your shoulder. He started massaging your neck, which only seemed to make you tighter. You held back laughter, although it was beginning to become difficult.

“Is something the matter Y/n? You seems to be much more tense than before. Perhaps I should work on somewhere else.”

Before you could decline, he moved his hands down to your ribs, causing you to shriek and start to laugh properly.

“Hannibal what are you DOING-AHA”

He laughed at your reactions; your laugh was rare for him to hear, but it was quite adorable.

“I am merely trying to help you relax. And it seems to be working.” He laughed along with you.

“S-surely thihis is a bit fahahar” you tried to respond, but it was hard to do much when you felt as if you were going to melt.

“Right, I think that’s enough. Don’t want you to suffocate.” He said.

“It wasn’t to bad,” you hesitated. We’re you really going to tell him this, “ I didn’t…hate it. Not completely.” Hannibal turned to face you while you tried to avoid eye contact.

“Oh,” he was surprised at your reaction (pleased nonetheless), “so you want me to continue?”

You froze. “N-no no, if you’re done it’s fine, I didn’t mean anything by it I’m really sorry-“ but again, you were cut off.

“Y/n you are such a wonderful individual, and to see you so uptight and apologetic hurts me. It would be my pleasure to continue.”

His words were of great comfort and reassurance,to you, but you remained anxious regardless.

In response to your silence, he edged closer to you and sat you on his lap.

“Y/n, it’s perfectly natural to want affection from your guardian, there’s no need to be embarrassed.”

“I know, and I’m really sorry I can’t help it-,”

“If you apologies one more time, I shall have to do something about that.” He said in mock annoyance. However you didn’t quite understand his tone, so you responded with “oh god no I’m so sorr-wait no I’m so-Ahah Hannibal.” You felt his hand squeeze at your ribs as he pulled you into his lap.

“So,” he said in a sinister tone,”let’s make a deal.” He stayed completely serious while attacking your ribs and lower stomach.

“Every time I think you are apologising to much or rather when you I feel as if you need it, I get to tckle you. Is that a deal?”

You tried to answer, but all that left your mouth was gibberish and giggles.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.”

He started to slow down his tickling and soon you had you head rested on his shoulder.

After about five minutes sat in silence, you finally decided to speak your mind.

“Th-thank you Hannibal. I know it may sound strange, but I really needed that.” You went to go on, yet you hesitated again.

“Go on.” ushered Hannibal.

“Well, I just really haven’t felt well. Ever since you took me in, I feel as if I am not worth your time. I’m not exactly fixable am I? My gender dysphoria’s been a total pain in the ass and my ADHD and insomnia isn’t helping either. I wish I could be better to prove something to myself. God what am I saying, I’m sorry for dumping thi-HIS HEY.”

Hannibal poked you lightly in the side and reminded you of his deal.

“Y/n, you say there is no fixing you, but tell me this: how can you fix something that isn’t broken. You have been hurt in the past and that wasn’t you fault at all. But you are a person. Not a crockery plate. Scars and bruises heal, and they often make you stronger. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”

You nodded in response, and he smiled warmly.

“Shall I make you something to eat. I think that my tckling has worn you out a bit. I believe there is cake in the fridge still.”

“I’d love that Hannibal, thank you.”

He led you to the kitchen where he fetched two slices of red velvet cake he had made for you (he could see that you felt down so he made it in the hopes you would feel better).

“Hannibal.”

“Yes dear.”

“Thank you”

A/n: thank you for reading :)

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[homoerotic-murder]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter Additional Tags: Florist AU, Fluff, Alternate Universe, hannibal lecter owns a florist shop, hannibal is retired Summary:

Hannibal and Will meet but this time it includes flowers

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