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msilwrites · 11 months

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Sequel to: ASCENT - Defying Desire (ODD WOMEN Series) a 3AM update - FOUR

A/N: Hello, EVERYONE!! I have an exciting revelation for those who have been following the stories. Sage's journey intersects with the world of Ingrid Hawkes, where they exist in the same odd women universe. Not only that, but Sage and Ingrid are close friends, sharing a deep bond. As the plot unfolds, Sage will come to learn about Henry's past connection with Ingrid and the pain he caused her. Henry's character has much to learn and grow from in the upcoming chapters. On another note, we also introduce Kieran Sorensen from DARK KNIGHT, who resides in the same universe. However, at this point in time, Kieran has retired from his government agency life and is now a fascinating Angel-investor. Face Claim Cast - Kieran Sorensen - Mads Mikkelsen

Defying Desire

FOUR

That night, Sage ventured out of her home, ready to banish Henry from her thoughts and find solace in her beloved lounge. This wasn't her first time going alone; the bar had become a sanctuary where she felt safe and understood.

As she entered the lounge, a sense of relief washed over Sage. The familiar surroundings embraced her, shielding her from the outside world. The staff, who had known her so well, greeted her with warm smiles, aware of her desire for solitude.

This is one of the particular lounge held a special place in Sage's heart. It was not only conveniently located, but it also provided a comforting atmosphere. The skilled bartenders knew her drink of choice without her needing to speak, and the carefully prepared canapes satisfied her cravings.

Surrounded by the soothing melodies and enchanting ambiance, Sage allowed herself to unwind. She cherished her own company, finding freedom in her solitude. The lounge walls seemed to whisper encouragement, urging her to let go of the memories that burdened her.

Taking her place in a favorite corner, Sage observed the interactions of fellow patrons. The lounge was a microcosm of stories, with each person seeking solace or connection in their own way. Sage hoped to momentarily divert her attention from her own emotional turmoil by surreptitiously immersing herself in the stories unfolding around her. She became an inadvertent eavesdropper, capturing snippets of conversations that fueled her curiosity and momentarily distracted her from her own thoughts.

And then, in that very moment, her eyes were drawn to him! He sat across the bar, a silver fox in a well-tailored suit, with salt-and-pepper hair that added a touch of distinguished charm to his appearance. His deep-set eyes and chiseled face exuded an irresistible allure. Sage couldn't help but notice the striking similarity between his citrine eyes and her own, a captivating blend of green and brown.

A mischievous thought crossed Sage's mind. After all, she had promised herself to let loose and flirt with a handsome stranger. And who better to capture her attention than the dreamy silver fox she had often glimpsed, sipping his drink alone? It seemed like the perfect opportunity to indulge in a little harmless fun.

As Sage's eyes lingered on the handsome silver fox, she couldn't help but recall the numerous times she had noticed him before. His striking appearance and impeccable taste in drinks had always caught her attention. She had even ventured to try some of his preferred beverages in the past and found them to be delightful.

As Sage's eyes locked onto the captivating silver fox, a surge of courage coursed through her veins. This was the first time she had ever dared to make a move on a stranger, especially someone as alluring as him. Despite her introverted nature, she felt emboldened by the decision she had made earlier in the night.

Seizing the opportunity to make a move, Sage called the bartender over and discreetly instructed him to prepare a drink of her choice for the mysterious silver fox, on her tab. It was a subtle gesture, a way to capture his attention and pique his curiosity. As the bartender nodded with a knowing smile, sharing in her excitement and anticipation. Sage couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, wondering how this playful act would unfold.

With her heart racing, Sage eagerly awaited the moment when the drink would reach the hands of the silver fox. Would he accept the gesture with a smile? Would it spark a conversation and open the door to a new connection? The possibilities swirled in her mind, and she couldn't help but smile, feeling a glimmer of hope and excitement for what lay ahead.

As Sage observed from her corner, her heart skipped a beat when the bartender approached the silver fox and presented him with the drink she had ordered. The handsome stranger seemed momentarily puzzled, his gaze scanning the room before landing on her. In a subtle gesture, the bartender discreetly gestured in Sage's direction, and the silver fox followed the cue.

Their eyes locked, and a spark of recognition ignited between them. A slow, seductive smile curved his lips, revealing a hint of intrigue. It was an unspoken invitation, a green light beckoning her to approach.

Sage's pulse quickened, and a surge of anticipation surged through her. Emboldened by the silver fox's response, she gathered her courage and gracefully made her way toward him. Each step brought her closer to the possibility of an exhilarating connection, a chance to explore the allure of the unknown.

As she neared, her heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The air crackled with an electric energy, drawing them together like magnets. Sage's mind raced with anticipation.

As Sage plopped down next to him, she flashed a sly grin and extended her hand, introducing herself with a mischievous charm. "Well, well, well, look who's in luck tonight! I'm Sage Lennox, the designated troublemaker of this fine establishment. They even have a plaque with my name on it!"

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I've been observing your drink choices, my mysterious silver fox, and I must say, you have impeccable taste. Either you're a connoisseur or you've been spying on my drink diary. I haven't decided which is sexier yet."

She winked, her eyes twinkling with humor and audacity. "So, I thought it's high time we break the ice and share a drink. Don't worry, I won't judge you if you spill it all over your shirt. That's reserved for special occasions."

With a playful nudge and a devilish smile, Sage left him pondering the absurdity and irresistible allure of the moment. It was a bold move, fueled by liquid courage and a desire for a memorable encounter.

As he chuckled, his eyes sparkled with amusement, and he played along with Sage's playful gesture. Taking her outstretched hand, he brought it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss upon her skin, as if playing the role of a chivalrous knight. With a twinkle in his eye, he introduced himself in a tone dripping with charm. "Ah, my lady, I am none other than Kieran Sorensen, a mere mortal captivated by your wit and audacity. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Sage couldn't help but burst into laughter, delighted by his theatrical response. The air around them seemed to crackle with a blend of humor and intrigue.

As their playful banter continued, Sage couldn't resist the urge to investigate Kieran's relationship status. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she glanced at his hand, searching for a ring. To her delight, there was none.

Sage let out a dramatic gasp. "Oh my! I don't see a ring on that finger. Are you a single man or just really good at hiding the evidence?"

Kieran's lips curled into a playful smile as he leaned in closer. "Ah, my dear Sage, I must confess. I'm a widower with two rambunctious adult children. But don't worry, I promise I won't bring any ghosts to our conversation tonight. My ex-girlfriend dumped me long ago, so you won't have to worry about any spirits haunting our budding connection."

Sage burst into laughter, the carefree sound filling the air. "Oh, Kieran, you had me worried there for a moment. I can handle exes, but I draw the line at spirits!"

Kieran joined in her laughter, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Fair enough, my lady. No ghosts or exes to spoil our night. “ he smiles charmingly.

Sage couldn't contain her mischievous grin as she leaned in closer to Kieran. "Well, Kieran, I have to admit, besides your handsome face, there's something about those salt-and-pepper locks that awakens my inner rebellious streak. And let's not forget, I have a slight case of daddy issues, which makes you the perfect target for my mischievous intentions."

Kieran's eyes widened, caught off guard by Sage's audacious proposition. He coughed, trying to regain his composure, and then chuckled nervously. "Are you not concerned that I might be Hannibal Lecter in disguise? You know, luring unsuspecting ladies with my refined palate and questionable taste in dinner companions? After all, I do enjoy a nice Chianti."

Sage burst into laughter, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and then leans in. "Well, Mr. Silverfox, if you turn out to be the legendary Hannibal Lecter, I have a proposition for you. How about we skip the pleasantries and dive straight into the meaty part? But don't worry, I have a condition: you must ensure I have plenty of mind-blowing orgasms before you decide to take a bite. After all, as the real Hannibal Lecter would say, the meat tastes best when it's tender and tenderized. And what better way to go and meet your demise than being a tantalizing treat for your sophisticated palate?" She winks playfully, causing Kieran to almost spit out his drink in a mix of shock and amusement. He shakes his head, unable to contain his laughter at her audacious and wickedly witty proposal.

With his head resting against his palm, Kieran's gaze lingers appreciatively on Sage's stunning presence. Her petite frame and medium olive skin glows, beautifully complemented by the orange backless midi dress that showcases her tasteful and elegant style. The carefully chosen jewelry and accessories add an extra touch of charm. To him, It's undeniable—Sage is a true beauty.

However, being the considerate gentleman that he is, Kieran wants to make sure that Sage's judgment is not clouded by the effects of alcohol. He looks at her, his eyes filled with sincerity, and asks, "Darling Sage, forgive me for prying, but I must inquire: How much have you indulged in the pleasures of the drink tonight?" It's important to him that their connection is built on a foundation of clarity and genuine attraction.

Playfully frustrated, Sage lets out an exaggerated sigh, accompanied by an amused eye roll. "Oh dear, Kieran, have you suddenly transformed into a law enforcement officer? Should I expect handcuffs and a breathalyzer?" She leans in closer, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm. "Or is it that you're afraid I'm seeing you as the knight in shining armor, courtesy of those alcohol-tinted lenses? Fear not, my friend, I assure you, I have 20/20 vision when it comes to handsome silver foxes like yourself."

Kieran bursts into laughter at Sage's quick-witted comeback, impressed by her sense of humor. He leans back, a wide grin on his face. "Well played, Sage, well played," he says, his voice filled with amusement. "I must admit, I do have a uniform hanging in my closet, but it's strictly for costume parties and dance-offs with the neighbors." He chuckles, enjoying their lighthearted exchange. "But don't worry, tonight I'm just a humble silver fox enjoying your delightful company, no badge required."

"Alright, Mr. Silver Fox, enough with the chit-chat. Let's cut to the chase. When are we busting out of here?!”

With a charming smile, Kieran extends his arm towards Sage, a gesture of gallantry. She glances at the bartender, who gives her a knowing wink and a heartfelt wish for good luck. Feeling a surge of excitement, she intertwines her arm with Kieran's.

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Sage can't help but express her humorous frustration. "I thought we were heading straight to the bedroom, not to a fancy restaurant!" she complains, amused by the unexpected detour. As they settle into their seats in the elegant surroundings of the posh restaurant, she wonders what surprises await her in this unexpected turn of events.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Kieran leans back and feigns innocence. "Oh, Sage, my apologies for the confusion. You see, I thought we could start with wining and dining before we proceed to the more... intimate activities." He winks playfully, causing Sage to burst into laughter. "Don't worry, my dear, we'll get to the bedroom eventually, but let's enjoy this fancy dinner first. Consider it a teaser of what's to come!"

Sage arches an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm and playful self-deprecation. "Well, Kieran, I must say I'm flattered by this extravagant dinner. Is it because I'm so irresistible that you just had to take me to a fancy restaurant? Or is it just your way of telling me that I'm not worth a simple Netflix and chill session?" She feigns a dramatic sigh. "I mean, who needs candlelight and gourmet food when we could be munching on potato chips in our pajamas, right? But hey, I'll play along. I won't say no to some fine dining. Just don't expect me to transform into a Victoria's Secret model after dessert. I'm more of a 'dad bod' enthusiast myself." She bursts into laughter, her infectious giggles filling the air as she embraces her own playful humor.

Kieran's perceptive gaze lingers on Sage, recognizing the hints of insecurity masked behind her witty banter. He leans back slightly, his playful smile never leaving his face. "Sage, your sense of humor is a delight, but let me set the record straight. This fancy dinner has nothing to do with any perceived worthiness. It's not a test, and you certainly don't need to transform into a supermodel. You're already captivating in your own unique way. In fact, I'm here because I genuinely enjoy your company. So, let's indulge in this fine dining and allow our connection to unfold naturally. No judgments, no expectations. Just one laugh at a time." His words bring a glimmer of comfort to Sage, melting away her insecurities and leaving room for the possibility of something truly special between them.

Sage leans in closer to Kieran, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Listen, Kieran, I need to give you fair warning. I come with a full package deal of crazy. Daddy issues, therapy sessions, meds, and a knack for becoming clingy faster than a gecko on a glass window. If you show me a bit of kindness, I might just attach myself to you like a GPS tracker. You'll find me lurking in the bushes, singing love songs under your window, or you'll find me hanging around like a persistent monkey, swinging from tree to tree of your attention. It's not pretty, trust me." she warns.

Kieran bursts into laughter, struggling to contain his amusement at Sage's hilarious warning. "Oh, You certainly know how to paint a vivid picture. A gecko on a glass window and a persistent monkey? You've just described a full-blown circus act! Daddy issues, therapy sessions, and a talent for clinginess? I must admit, I've never been courted quite like this before!" He wipes away tears of laughter from his eyes. “ But let me assure you, my dear, your craziness only adds to your charm. In fact, I find your honesty and quirky sense of humor rather endearing. Just promise me one thing: no throwing bananas or sticking gecko stickers on my car, alright?" He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "In all seriousness, Sage, you're worth every bit of trouble. And who knows, maybe I'll surprise you with my own set of quirks. Deal?"

Sage leans in closer, a sly smile playing on her lips, a glimmer of naughtiness in her eyes. " You know, Kieran, since we're on the topic of quirks, I can't help but wonder what yours might be. What kind of quirks do you have hidden beneath that gentlemanly facade? Are you secretly Hannibal Lecter, ready to serve me a gourmet meal? Or perhaps you have a dominant side, a closeted Dom waiting to unleash his desires?" She raises an eyebrow suggestively, her voice laced with playful innuendo.

Kieran's eyes widen in surprise, at her innuendos and chuckled. “Ah, Sage, you certainly have a wild imagination! Hannibal Lecter and a closeted Dom? Well, I must say, my culinary skills are impressive, As for my dominant side, let's just say I'm more of a master chef in the kitchen than a master of... other domains. But who knows, perhaps I have a hidden talent for taming unruly soufflés and whisking naughty batters into submission. But who knows, let's just say I have a few surprises in store for you. You'll have to wait and see, won't you?" He smirks, matching Sage's suggestive tone. “

Sage leans back in her seat, and sighs as she looks at Kieran. "Hey, Mr. Sorensen, remember when I warned you about my red flags? Well, I didn't say I didn't warn you!" She shakes her head with a playful sigh. "But here's the thing, Kieran, you're being too nice, and it's making it hard for me to stay true to my warning. So, could you dial down the kindness a bit? I've got a reputation to maintain, you know?" She chuckles and nudges him playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Kieran's gaze softens as he hears her words. He reaches out, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Sage... I understand. I'll try to rein it in a little. Just know that my kindness comes from a genuine place. But I'll respect your boundaries. Deal?" He gives her a warm smile, reassuring her of his understanding.

Sage lets out a sigh, her voice tinged with both defeat and amusement. "You know, Kieran, I don't think I stand a chance against your kindness." She shakes her head, a playful smile on her lips.

Kieran chuckles, his laughter filling the air. "Well, Sage, it's not a competition. I'm just here to show you that you deserve kindness and affection. So, let's call it a tie, shall we?" He winks, enjoying their playful banter.

Sage's playful smile falters for a moment, a hint of vulnerability seeping into her voice. "Kieran, let's hope you're not harboring a secret alter ego as the Bipolar Bandit. I've had enough rollercoaster rides in my past relationships to last a lifetime. One minute they're so nice showering me with ‘kindness’ or declaring undying love, and the next they're out the door faster than a cat chasing a laser pointer. So, please, spare me the emotional whiplash, will you?" She flashes him a wry smile, hoping he catches the humor in her cautionary tale.

Kieran chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Sage, actions speak louder than words. And let me tell you, I've got a few surprises up my sleeve. You might just discover that I'm not as predictable as you think."

Sage raises an eyebrow, her tone dry. "So you're really bipolar, huh? Keeping me on my toes with your unpredictable nature?"

Kieran's eyes sparkle with warmth as he takes Sage's hand and raises it to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on her skin. He looks into her eyes, his voice filled with sincerity. "Sage, sometimes actions can say more than words ever could. And in this moment, I want to assure you that my intentions are genuine. Time will be the judge, and if you're willing to give me a chance, I'll show you the genuine person I am, step by step, day by day.” He gives her hand a comforting squeeze, emphasizing his sincerity.

Sage takes a deep breath, her confusion evident on her face. She looks directly into Kieran's eyes and blurts out her question without hesitation.

"Are you going to sleep with me tonight? Or are you really intending to date me? Because I can't quite figure you out, Kieran!"

Her words hang in the air, a mix of vulnerability and frustration. She awaits his response, hoping for clarity amidst the swirling emotions inside her.

Kieran meets her gaze, his eyes steady and resolute.

"I want to date you," he declares, his voice firm and filled with genuine intent.

Sage's eyes widen, caught off guard by his direct response. She locks eyes with him, the weight of his words sinking in.

"No!" she exclaims, her voice tinged with surprise.

Kieran's eyebrows shoot up in disbelief. "Why not?!" he responds, his tone filled with curiosity.

"No way!" she exclaims, feigning shock. "If I date you, that means I won't be able to sleep with you tonight? I'm a woman of efficiency, Kieran. That's way too long to wait and cruel! "

He bursts into laughter, his amusement contagious. "Oh, Sage, you never fail to amuse me. I appreciate your straightforwardness, but don't worry, I promise it'll be worth the wait.” he assures, and then winks at her.

They share a light-hearted moment, their banter creating a connection laced with humor and anticipation.

As their food and drinks arrive, Sage remains engrossed in conversation with Kieran, savoring the lightheartedness of their evening. However, her smile falters as she catches the sound of approaching voices, drawing her attention away from their intimate bubble.

Turning her gaze, Sage's eyes widen as she spots a group of individuals—Henry's friends—approaching their table. A mixture of surprise and anticipation washes over her face, and she quickly thinks on her feet, seeking a way to navigate this unexpected encounter.

Sage’s eyes dart to Kieran, a hint of worry in her gaze. She leans closer and whispers softly, "Kieran, do me a favor, would you? Act like you're absolutely enamored with me. Kiss my hand, my cheek, whatever you fancy. Just to throw them off. Consider this your official permission slip to engage in shameless acts of adoration”

Kieran's eyes widen in understanding, sensing the urgency in Sage's request. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he nods subtly. As the group of people reaches their table, Kieran smoothly takes Sage's hand and brings it to his lips, planting a gentle kiss. The unexpected display of affection catches Henry's friends off guard, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity.

As the group of people reaches their table, Sage's eyes light up . "Oh, it's so wonderful to see you all!" she exclaims.

Henry's friends, James and Alex, approach Sage with warm smiles. James extends his hand for a handshake, while Alex nods in greeting. Sage reciprocates their gestures, a genuine warmth evident in her demeanor.

"James, Alex, it's been a while! How have you both been?" Sage asks, genuinely interested in their well-being.

James chuckles, giving Sage a friendly pat on the back. "Sage, always a delight. We're doing great, thanks. Didn't expect to run into you here tonight."

Alex nods in agreement, a friendly grin on his face. "You have a way of brightening up any room, Sage. It's good to see you."

Sage blushes slightly, appreciating their kind words. "You guys are too kind. Let me introduce you to my... um..."

"Date," Kieran smoothly interjects, rising from his seat and extending his hand to James and Alex.

James and Alex's eyes widen in surprise as they recognize Kieran Sorenson, the renowned Angel Investor. They exchange quick glances, their astonishment evident.

James extends his hand to shake Kieran's, a mixture of respect and surprise in his voice. "Mr. Sorensen, it's nice to see you here! We're familiar with your work in the industry. What a pleasant surprise to have you join us."

Alex nods in agreement, a polite smile on his face. "Indeed, Mr. Sorensen. It's a pleasure to meet you. We've heard a lot about your accomplishments. Sage certainly has good taste in dates." Alex winks at Sage.

Kieran accepts their greetings with a polite nod, a touch of amusement playing in his eyes. "Thank you, James and Alex. I appreciate your kind words. It's a pleasure to be here with Sage. She's a remarkable woman."

Curiosity piqued, Sage couldn't help but ask, "How do you guys know Kieran?"

James chuckles, briefly glancing at Alex. "Oh, we work in the same industry. Kieran's reputation precedes him."

Alex nods, adding, "When we saw you two together, we couldn't help but be a bit surprised. You've got quite the catch, Sage." he winks.

Sage blushes, feeling a mix of pride and embarrassment. "Well, I consider myself lucky. Thanks for the kind words, guys."

With a final exchange of pleasantries, James and Alex excuse themselves, realizing they may have interrupted a private moment. They make their way back to their own table, leaving Sage and Kieran to enjoy their quiet and intimate evening together.

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At their table, James and Alex couldn't help but discuss their friend Henry and the turn of events with Sage. They exchanged knowing glances, their expressions reflecting a mix of concern and curiosity.

"You know, we've told Henry multiple times that Sage was one of the best things that happened to him," James remarked, shaking his head slightly. "But he just couldn't see it."

Alex nodded in agreement, a touch of regret in his voice. "Yeah, we warned him not to mess it up. Sage is an amazing woman, and she deserves someone who appreciates her."

Their conversation shifted to the current situation. "Now she's dating Kieran Sorenson," Alex said, his tone filled with surprise. "I wonder how Henry will react when he finds out."

James let out a sigh, his concern evident. "I hope he handles it well. Sage deserves happiness, and if Kieran can provide that for her, then I'm all for it."

They continued their discussion, contemplating the possible outcomes and hoping that their friend would understand the significance of what he had lost.

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you're enjoying the story so far.

I wanted to take a moment to address a small matter. Upon reviewing the previous chapters, I realized that there may have been instances of incorrect grammar, redundancy, and repetitiveness. I apologize for any inconvenience caused and want to assure you that I will be editing and improving the writing moving forward. Your understanding and patience are greatly appreciated.

Now, onto more exciting matters! How do you find our new Male Lead, Kieran Sorenson? Is he living up to your expectations? I'm also curious about your predictions for Henry's reaction once he discovers the situation between Sage and Kieran. Will it be explosive?

Your feedback and suggestions are always valuable to me. If you have any thoughts on what you would like to see happen next in the story, please feel free to leave a comment. Your input helps shape the narrative, and I'm excited to explore the possibilities.

Thank you for your continued support, and I appreciate your understanding as I strive to enhance the quality of the writing. Your engagement and enthusiasm mean a lot to me.

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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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rocktheholygrail · 2 months

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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)

#*imagines this scene with will's shirt completely off* 👀#hannibal #hannibaledit #tvedit #hannibal lecter #mads mikkelsen #will graham #hugh dancy #hannigram #don mancini #horroredit #horror #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #murder husbands #hannibal gifs #hannibal 3x06

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tobiasinthehawk · 4 months

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would just like to point out that the ugly curtains in hannibal’s office are the same pattern as the police tape in florence. another one of hannibal’s silly little jokes :]

#can just imagine him stumbling upon those curtains in a shop and giggling to himself like a schoolgirl #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy

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multifandom--mess · 2 months

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babygirl was having the worst day of his life 😭😭

#look at his EYES #his man just broke up with him and he turned himself in to the authorites bc of it #like imagine being him #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #digestivo #murder husbands #mads mikkelsen

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softieekayy · 5 months

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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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suchawrathfullamb · 2 months

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I love how unapologetic mads is about his crush on hugh like "yes he's so tiny, he's the dessert, handsome man, cute ears, I would keep him in a small fridge and cherish his body for a long time and smoke those ears" *stares at the dancy-ass so much bryan decides to change the plot and make the show gay*

#yes king thank you for your services #also he's so relatable like yes me too mads me fucking too #imagine the things we didn't see #i need the full bts of that show i feel like we're missing a lot of gems #and I stand by my theory that we hardly got madancy gag reels bc they were too incriminating #hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen

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puppydoggraham · 2 days

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Laughing at the different things they listed for them

#hannibal #mads mikkelsen #Hugh Dancy #c2e2 #should’ve listed tempo/j #IMAGINE LMAOOOO

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gothicwill · 5 months

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Comparing yourself and your crush to Achilles and Patroclus while staring up at him hopefully is such embarrassingly whipped behavior like I understand why Hannibal went feral in mizumono

#like imagine doing fhat then getting betrayed #insane #hannibal #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannigram #nbc hannigram #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #mizumono

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gyllenhaux · 3 months

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things i think would kill hannibal lecter

- nicki minaj or any music of that genre

- the state of any teenage girl's depression room

- mcdonalds

- mountain dew

- reality tv

- acrylic nails anywhere above the 1 inch mark

- will grahams dogs SPECIFICALLY when they shed in the summer

- being vulnerable without turning it into a metaphor

- social media in general especially twitter snd tiktok

- mirror pics or selfies

- mitski

- action movies

#hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannigram #mads mikkelsen #hannibal lecter #hes actually such a pussy #hannibal lecter its on sight #imagine ur watching an action movie with ur man and he just keels over and dies #LMFAOOOOOO #😭😭😭#i make myself giggle

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voxmortuus · 11 months

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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 · 11 months

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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

#hannibal x reader #hannibal imagine #nbc hannibal #will graham #will graham x reader #murder husbands #yandere hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal reactions #bedelia du maurier #hannibal preferences #hannibal headcanons #hannibal fluff #hannibal #mads mikkelsen

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fluffy-little-demon · 2 months

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Hannibal Lecter x Female Reader

Warnings: baby trapping, manipulative behaviour, obsessive behaviour

Imagine you're one of Hannibal's patients, but you're close because he's obsessed with you, and so Hannibal constantly invites you for dinner and almost always ends up in bed staying the night. Until one day, when you find out you're pregnant.

You're stressing out cause there's no way you can look after a baby. You can barely look after yourself. You don't have the money for baby supplies, medical bills, or any of it. The only reason you could afford therapy in the first place was because it was court ordered, and they paid the biggest part of it.

Hannibal steps forward and places a hand on your cheek, gently pressing a kiss on your forehead to stop your rambling. He tells you that you don't need to worry about anything he will pay for everything and suggests that you move into his house so he can help and make sure you're ok. He's so excited to be having this baby with you.

You realise that the only reason you've been taking care of yourself is because you've been going to his house for every meal. You pretty much already live here already, so why not make it official.

I am begging someone to turn this into a full fic please 🙏 I would love you forever 🩷

#hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal x reader #hannibal imagine #hannibal lecter imagine #hannibal lecter x female reader #mads mikkelsen #hannibal

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allthingsobrien · 7 months

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hannigram + eye sex

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shegatsby · 8 months

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Not sure exactly what you’re okay/not okay with as far as requests go, but I’d like to request a Hannibal x AFAB reader (or gn if you prefer) where the reader has a crush on Hannibal and discovers that he’s a serial killer and tells him she’s more attracted to him because of it. I’d prefer it ends up in the bedroom (wink wink) but it’s up to you :)

A/N; Hello love, thank you for this request I certainly enjoyed writing it. Enjoy!

Warnings; Hannibal killing a man, a little smut

First time you saw him was something else. You almost became a victim of a serial killer but thankfully a team of FBI agents and Dr. Hannibal Lecter saved you. Turns out this killer was on the loose for months and you dropping your phone in his car made them catch him, you were forever grateful. Dr. Lecter was a psychiatrist who was helping the FBI with their serial killer cases and he was also collecting data for a research of serial killers and he offered free therapy sessions in exchange of information. Seemed like a good deal.

It had been few months since you started the therapy and it was going smoothly for him but for you, you had to keep pressing your thighs together every time he played with his pen or grabbed something. Over the weeks you saw and observed tiny changes in his behavior. He started to loose his tie around his neck, rolled up his sleeves, gave your lingering looks. You also had minor changes, such as; wearing clothes that fit your body perfectly and showing your womanly figure, curves and all. You knew that revealing clothes won’t make him come to you so you started to dress elegantly, just like him.

One time you mentioned how much you like baking and he asked you to bake something for him and you did. The next week you brought chocolate chipped cookies and he opened a bottle of wine.

He surprised you by having a cabinet in his office dedicated to all kinds of wine and you surprised him by fulfilling your promise of baking something for him. Hannibal Lecter never relied on anyone ever since he was a child, he never believed promises of people, even the ones he who are close to him because life thought him that people are deceitful animals. However, you managed to surprise him, it felt like a date but neither of you said anything about it.

Weeks went by and you kept surprising him with small things. One day, you baked a cake, it was the anniversary of you meeting him. You went to his office without telling him, it was suppose to be a surprise. Before you knocked on the door you heard some noises, a man coughing and things falling to the ground so you quickly opened the door to see the scenario.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter was on top of a man who was equally tall and strong as him and Hannibal’s big hands wrapped around that man’s throat, you halted in your steps. Your hands which were holding the container of the cake were shaking, your fight or flight response was triggered. You didn’t know what to do, in that moment you could feel everything and see, hear everything that was happening such as your soaked panties sticking to your core. You could feel your cheeks heat up, your heartbeat rising, Dr. Hannibal Lecter was murdering someone right in front of you and all you could think about or fantasies about how would you feel if his hands were wrapped around you, on his table..

When the man stopped breathing and struggling Hannibal bolted to his feet and turned to face you. His maroon eyes were startled at first but you could see his dilated pupils roaming on your body.

He didn’t say anything, his chest heaving up and down, he closed the door and locked it, he came to you and held your shaking hands, put the container aside, ‘’Shh, I’m here, calm down.’’ Now that he was close you could see the bruises on his face, dry blood on his plump lips, blackened left eye, scratches here and there. His fingers went to put a strand of hair behind your ear, even under this strange circumstances, his eyes were soft as they addressed you.

He guided you to the couch. He sat next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. ‘’Now,’’ he breathed, ‘’What shall I do with you, little dove?’’

You didn’t respond, you were a deer caught in the lights. ‘’He attacked me, you saw what happened. I was defending myself.’’ He was so calm a sudden thought crossed your mind;

‘’This isn’t his first time.’’

Your body shivered, you knew what he wanted. He wanted you to tell Jack Crawford and others what you saw but an altered version of it, all you could do was to nod and let things happen.

It had been few weeks since that incident and you avoided your sessions with him. You made up excuses, one week you pretended like you had the cold, the other week you said you were out of town etc.

Every week he sent you a present, the week you were supposedly cold he sent you soup and warm bread, it was handmade. There was also a note; ‘’Get well soon, dove.’’

Your knees went weak with that note and gesture, the other week he sent you flowers, elegant and pure white bouquet of peony. Last week you’ve made up a lame excuse of not being in the mood and he called you on the phone.

‘’Hello Dr. Lecter?’’ you answered in a calm manner, ‘’Hello dove, I was wondering-‘’ he paused for a second ‘’why are you avoiding me. Well, I know the reason but I want to hear it from you.’’ You felt your heart go faster, subconsciously your thighs were pressing hard, ‘’It is best that I don’t join the sessions anymore Dr. Lecter.’’ You said out of breath, hearing his voice after a long time did something to you. He let out a devastatingly long sigh, you felt it in your core. ‘’I was hoping it doesn’t come to this.’’ He sounded tired and defeated.

You imagined him sitting in his office, sleeves rolled up, playing with his pen while talking to you. You wanted to rush to his aid, he was a busy man with a hectic schedule, you wanted to give him something to come home to. The thought of it made you get wet.

‘’Thank you for testifying on my behalf.’’ He sounded genuine.

At first he thought you would tell the truth but when you told everyone exactly what he told you he was impressed. There was something about you that he couldn’t put his finger on. He sometimes had this urge to pull your brain out and study it because you fascinated him profoundly, but then the thought of physically hurting you made him feel disgusted, which was rare in his case.

‘’You saved me,’’ you said remembering the night, he was the one who wrapped you in a blanket and carried you to the ambulance, he was the one who sat and waited by your side in the hospital.

‘’and I saved you, the debt is paid.’’ Your free hand slowly went to the waistband of your pjs, sid in and found your aching core, he cannot possibly realize can he?

‘’My little dove, hearing you say this breaks my heart, your life is not a burden.’’ He knew how you feel about yourself, a freak, a burden..

You loved the way he said ‘’dove’’ his accent thick, you wondered what else is thick about him. You wanted him to keep talking to you.

‘’Where are you right now? And be honest.’’ His tone had a warning, such dominance.. ‘’H- home.’’

Hannibal wasn’t a stupid man, he admired your boldness, talking to your therapist while touching yourself.

‘’Good girl.’’ He loved your honesty, maybe you were the only person who was honest to him from the start ‘’What are you doing?’’ he asked, even though he knew it.

Your panties were soaked, ‘’Laying on my couch.’’ You managed to say, his hand went to stroke his clothed member, he swallowed, ‘’I was asking as in.. action wise.’’ He teased. You were rubbing your wet cunt slowly, you let out a sigh. A pornographic one to be exact. ‘’Nothing-‘’

He didn’t let you continue, ‘’Tell me, do you always dream of me when you touch yourself? His question shocked you, at first you thought you heard him wrong, but the silence continued. Cat was out of the bag, he caught you. ‘’Yes.’’ You said. Hannibal could feel himself getting harder. He stood up, locked his office door, you heard it. He sat back and unzipped his pants, he never thought he would be doing this in his office, well, he also never thought he would kill someone in his office but here we were.

‘’What are you wearing?’’ he asked, feeling like a school boy but it excited him. ‘’Nothing.’’

It was right, the second you heard him lock the door you took off your clothes, ‘’Clever girl. I assume you’re dripping wet, I have neglected you for so long, keep touching yourself.’’

Hannibal leaned back, stroking himself, his tip leaking, ‘’How do you dream of me?’’

One hand in your core the other touching your boob –he was on speakers- you spoke, ‘’Sometimes on the table, sometimes on the couch or in your bed. Pushing me down and taking me..’’

You remembered the scene, he was on the ground on top of a man and choking him. It made you moan. Your soft whimpers and divine voice made him stroke himself faster, ‘’Put two fingers inside sweet thing.’’

You could feel the shift in his voice. You moaned louder than before as you inserted your fingers, you were so wet he could hear it clearly. ‘’Every time I come from your office I touch myself.’’ You confessed, which made him growl, he was regretting that he didn’t take you before. He knew that you were interested in him from the beginning, he thought it was because you were in shock –due to your unique condition which is almost being murdered- and you were seeking shelter. He assumed over the weeks your fascination with him would disappear but he was wrong.

He was about to lose his mind because of the sounds you were making ‘’Stop!’’ he ordered and you followed. ‘’Wait for me.’’ And he hung up.

Never in a million years he would think of sleeping with a patient but you changed his mind, he got into his car and drove.

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