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#look me in the eye and tell me u can't hear hannibal saying this
madisonwritesstuff · 6 months
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heyyyy how are you? im here for a hannibal x vampire reader where hannibals victims blood gets drained and he gets curious(and a little mad because his design is getting ruined). After he kills somebody again he acts like he leaves the crime scene but hides in reality then reader comes out and just does what a vampire does 😊💕
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Hannibal Lecter x Vampire! Reader.
LIVE LAUGH LOVE HANNIBAL 😫😫
Tags ; fem! reader, tw! syringe, mentions of drugging, mentions of dead bodies, hannibal kidnapping reader (but like idm bbg u can kidnap me 😏)
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There was no blood anywhere. Yet the body was drained. Every artery, vein, organ, drained of its blood. Yet no gash, wounds, or anything.
Just a bite mark on the neck of the victim.
He had specifically wanted to keep this one alive, tied to a chair in an abandoned shed. He had plans for this one, it was going to be his best design yet.
He's not mad though, he's intrigued. He's never seen anything like this before. And he hasn't heard Will say anything about someone reporting a body in the forest, meaning whoever did this didn't intend to tell anyone.
Or it wasn't human, which is likely. Due to the fact a human can't possibly drain the blood from another human being this cleanly.
Now he's definitely intrigued.
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It was night time, he was finishing up the binds on the dead woman. Same shed, same chair, same ropes.
He made a cut on the woman's arm, the smell of blood strong to him. He made sure to leave the door just a teensy bit open.
Then he hid, he made sure to cover his own smell by rubbing the leaves on his wrists and neck.
And then he waited. He waited for what seemed like hours, crouching behind some bushes. It was silent, except for the sound of crickets chirping and the rustling of leaves from the wind.
Then It happened, he heard it.
The faint footsteps, the sound of leaves being stepped on. It seemed like whatever was out there was so sure that nobody would be here that they're walking while making that much noise.
He was excited, he'd waited this long so he'd better get something worth the wait.
A person walked out from behind the trees, wearing a large cloak to cover themselves. Which intrigued Hannibal, do they know he's here? That's why they're hiding their identity? That wouldn't make sense, they were walking while making a lot of noise before.
He watched as the person walked into the shed. Hannibal slowly creeped closer, wanting to get a better look. They pulled their hood down, and Hannibal was completely taken aback.
An ethereal woman, beauty beyond compare to any goddess. Her skin shining under the moonlight.
He watched as the woman took a closer look at the dead body in the shed, walking closer to it and leaning down, her face meeting the dead woman's neck.
Then she bit down.
He watched as the color slowly drained from the woman's face, leaving nothing but an empty husk of a body.
“What are you?” He abruptly spoke up, stepping out from the shadows, which in turn startled the woman.
She jumped a little, pulling away from her meal and starting at Hannibal. “Where the hell did you come from?” She retorted back.
“You can't really expect to find a dead body in the middle of nowhere by itself now can you? I did that.” He pointed to the body. Now it was her turn to be intrigued. “So what, you're a serial killer?” She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms.
“Aren't you one as well?” Hannibal argued back, leaving the woman silent for a minute. “What do you want from me?” She finally spoke up.
Hannibal took a step closer, which in return made the woman take a step back. “I want to know what you are.” He spoke, walking closer, while she kept walking backwards, until her back hit the wall of the shed.
“Isn't it obvious? What I am?” She questioned. “It is, but I want to hear you confirm it.” She rolled her eyes, sighing. “I am the infamous bloodsucker, what you like to call vampires.”
Hannibal smiled at that revelation. “You could come in handy for my design.” He though out loud. “Excuse me? What makes you think I would help you with whatever murderous ideas you have?” He smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I never said I would care for your opinion darling.” She was taken aback, her mouth opening to threaten him.
But just as she opened her mouth, she felt a sting in the side of her neck, looking down to see a syringe. “What did you?...” The world around you began spinning a little, his face contorting as well as the scenery around you. “Goodnight.” He leaned down and whispered against the shell of your ear, watching as you passed out.
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SHIP BINGO FOR THE GUYS U WANNA TALK ABOUT. CELLTW I THINK . gimme the cannibalism rundown king
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MAC. looking u dead in the eyes. getting into celltw has almost convinced me to start watching hannibal i guess i just really like gay cannibalism and i need more of it. ANYWAY listen listen listennnn. ok. qcellbit and qpac are my little fucking guys alright. my favourite boys. i'm gonna give you their whole fucking backstory here ok. ok. infodump time. i apologize in advance
so cellbit was a child soldier who didn't even have a NAME. resorted to cannibalism to survive. badboyhalo was there. both stuck in a war. killed thousands of people. AWFUL TIMES!!! goes from child soldier to domestic terrorist somehow. he gets arrested and thrown in FUCKING ALCATRAZ. HE'S STILL A CANNIBAL. somehow manages to sneak a cell phone in and uses it to threaten prisoners and people start calling him cell because he literally didn't have a name before. right. ENTER PAC E MIKE. they're robbers for a living. the sillies <3 they robbed a top security museum and got caught and thrown in alcatraz. cell has gone bonkers and fucking yonkers. weird habit of licking his lips. i'm in love with him. protects pac e mike from other prisoners. they are wary of him (understandable). pac e mike make a friend named jv who tries to help them escape. cell kills him right in front of them and tries to escape himself. gets thrown in solitary. pac e mike go to the solitary cells just to mock him. lots of lowkey gay tension in that scene???? eventually pac e mike escape with the help of another friend but cell tags along because he threatens them with a gun he got from a security guard he killed. THIS MAN IS UNHINGED!!!
they end up on a deserted island. the boat they used to sail there needs repairs and four people can't fit on it at all anymore. cell decides one of them needs to die and tells the others they can decide which one has to be killed. cell is the only one who manages to find food on the island, which happens to be apples. he hoards it from the others and I SHIT YOU NOT THERE IS SOME WEIRD FUCKING RELIGIOUS IMAGERY GOING ON HERE. OK. pac seeks out cell, and CELL, WHO IS SITTING IN A TREE, OFFERS PAC AN APPLE IF HE KILLS ONE OF THE OTHERS. PAC SAYS HE'LL THINK ABOUT IT AND CELL GIVES HIM AN APPLE. I'M GOING TO EAT DRYWALL. I DON'T KNOW IF THEY DID THAT ON PURPOSE BUT THEY SURE FUCKIN DID IT ALRIGHT. at some point cell eats pac's leg but we have no idea when that canonically happens bc it was only canonized in qsmp and wasn't shown in Fuga Impossível where he and mike met cell, but IT'S STILL FUCKING CANON AND I LIKE TO THINK IT HAPPENED SOMEWHERE ON THAT FUCKING ISLAND. ALRIGHT. IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED IN PRISON BUT IT HAPPENING ON THE ISLAND JUST MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE 2 ME.
they trick cell and trap him, telling him to use the last bullet in his gun for himself. the three of them leave the island and hear a single gunshot. they think he's dead. SIKE!!! somehow years and years later, pac, mike, and cell, plus two others are all on the same ship together and end up on a new island. cell now goes by cellbit??? and really likes mysteries and is a pretty chill person in comparison to how he used to be??? he went through copious amounts of therapy and is actually somewhat well adjusted. he's a pretty cool guy.
he's changed. mike has changed. pac has changed. they're all so different. he and cellbit get stuck in a cave and they kiss. it's weird. they don't do it again after that. cellbit starts talking to another guy, roier. they get married. pac is disappointed but he doesn't talk about it too much. why is he disappointed? he doesn't really know. pac has changed but every time he looks at cellbit he's back in that prison. one day, everyone's furniture goes missing, including cellbit's. pac's first instinct is to grab his son by the shoulders and tell him to pack his things because when cellbit sees that someone has robbed him he will go on a rampage the likes of which no one has ever seen. that doesn't happen. cellbit snaps and demands public execution of the culprit so they can drink his blood. he's holding a knife. he's easily placated and puts the knife away. cell is clearly somewhere in there. this is the first glimpse pac has gotten of him in the five months they've been here. pac licks his lips the same way cell used to. it's a habit.
their son goes missing. the president is put on drugs by the federation. pac has lost everything. he takes the fed's medication so he can try finding a cure. he sits in cellbit's castle panicking for a solid five minutes, debating with himself over whether he should leave some of the medication for cellbit to find in hopes he can help them. he tries to find a cure on his own while still hopped up on pills. there's blood on the floor. he leaves notes for his loved ones. he knows cellbit well enough to know he will come looking and find this. the thought is as terrifying as it is relieving. cellbit develops a cure with pac's notes. cellbit yells at the president, the fellow father of their son. pac only hears cell. he takes the antidote he helped develop. cellbit guides him home and tells him he's not alone anymore and never will be again. they hug. it's terrifying. it's comforting. it's weird.
cellbit clearly left that prison behind. pac never has. he probably never will.
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hannigram as that one twitter interaction i can't stop thinking about
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voxmortuus · 3 years
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plss bestie hannibal x f reader! if u can do it, the reader is a young hanninal patient, who was first kidnapped by someone who was inspired by him, but she doesn't know that lol. Hannibal can feel that he has an obligation to protect her, she confuses her feelings and I asked her parents not to go there? a black reader perhaps? no smut plss, i love your work 😼
Ps: i don't have the creativity to ask for something, sorry, I understand if I don't do it thanks
PAIRING: Hannibal x Black!Teen!Fem!Reader
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SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3
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"Mum, I don't want to go... I will be fine."
"I'm sorry, honey, but you're going. It will help with these feelings."
"I don't know my feelings. I don't want to go."
"I'm sorry. I will be right here when you're done."
You mutter, getting out of your car with your journal in hand. You let out a heavy breath and head inside. Looking around, and let out a soft breath. You head deeper into the home and head his office. Knocking, you looked down and fidget a bit.
"Come in." He responds.
Walking in, he looked up and smiles, glad to see you, excited even.
"Y/N! It's nice to see you. I see you brought your journal." He smiled.
You nod your head softly. Your tight locks bounce as you make your way and sit down in the comfortable chair.
"I didn't want to be here today." You tell him.
Searching over your face, he tilts his head and joins you, taking a seat across from you.
"You didn't, huh? And why is that?"
"I don't know. I just feel so strange here. It feels so familiar." You state, reliving that moment in the man's house that took you.
Tilting his head, he looks over your face and gives you a soft nod. "I see. Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. I do hope that you don't feel that way anymore. I'm here to help you, to protect you. You're safe here." He reassures you.
Since the kidnapping, your mother and father felt it best you see him, knowing what you didn't. Knowing that your kidnapper was obsessed with Hannibal, inspired by his work, his killings, and you were going to be just like his previous victims. Hannibal knew this; your mother knew this. If anyone could understand you and protect you, it was going to be Hannibal.
"Have you been writing in your journal more?" He asks you.
You open to a random date, and you let out a soft breath.
"February 8, 2016.
What happens when a young lady
writes thoughts to paper and pen
pages of feelings like dark clouds
silent nightmares that won't end
some say the young can't be wise
but never look behind their eyes
not hearing when a storm rages
the damage wrought by careless lies
sitting on a windowsill pondering
about the world that's down below
crowds of people milling around
not a single place for them to go
if they could fly, would they notice
broken wings and a missing halo
cold shadows are circling around
black vultures that will only grow."
Hannibal looks over your face. He thinks a moment and tilts his head. "You feel like your innocence was taken from you... You felt like everything was taken from you. I see." He nods and leans forward.
This urge to protect you more so than before. This urge to make sure you would never hurt again. Looking over your face, Hannibal looks at your file in his hand and lets out a soft breath- looking back up at you, he gives a kind smile. It was going to be difficult, it was going to be very hard, but you were going to be safe, you were going to stay safe as long he was around.
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