#no he hasn't seen hannibal yet

[palatial-monstrosity]

“I really appreciated Bones and All. As a cannibal, i can say it was really well made!” - my will graham coded colleague today at work

#he's driving me insane #he said he was joking #no he hasn't seen hannibal yet

[a-pigeons-soliloquy]

saw some gifs and now i'm thinking about the way hannibal listens to music with his whole body

whether it's swinging his head to follow a crescendo or simply swaying as he plays the harpsichord, music is almost a religious experience for him, and he doesn't just hear the music - he feels it with his very being

but we only see him allow himself to experience it in this way when he's completely alone

because he knows that reacting in such a way isn't considered 'normal' by general society, and especially not by the high society he tends to surround himself with, who all seem to believe that music should be enjoyed politely, solemnly, emptily.

so he forces himself to stay still in public events, lets the music wash over him instead of through him. it's still wonderful, and he can often move a finger surreptitiously with the rise and fall of the music regardless of his surroundings, but it's nothing compared to when he can allow himself to feel the music within him.

he has his own box at his favourite theatre - a perk of being one of their most generous patrons - and here he can feel more free to move with the music. still, however, the box does not guarantee complete privacy, and so he doesn't always feel he can utilise it the way he'd like.

this is all to say that the only place that hannibal can truly listen to music is in his own home, and so now imagine a scene after the fall:

will walks past hannibal's office, and as he glances through the crack in the door his eyes catch sight of hannibal lost in the music flowing out of the room, body swaying, feet tapping, head nodding and hands moving as if to conduct an invisible orchestra. there is a classical piece playing on the antique gramophone they'd picked up one morning at a local market; one will has vaguely heard before but can't name. he doesn't think much on it, however, as the small smile on hannibal's face is the most genuinely joyful expression that will has ever seen on his face. never before has he witnessed hannibal more at ease and content than at this moment, and the beauty of it stops him in his tracks.

he feels so honoured to have seen hannibal in this state, though he's also struck by the creeping sense that he's seen something that wasn't for his eyes. something that even now, after everything they've been through together, hannibal hasn't yet felt comfortable sharing with will.

and so he slowly backs away, traitorous eyes still trained on hannibal as his head sweeps upwards with the climax of the music

and maybe hannibal doesn't see him. maybe he's so absorbed in the music that he doesn't notice will as he moves past the doorway, and will keeps the memory locked away in the depths of his mind palace, safe in a small room with a gramophone where he can return when he wants to feel at peace.

but maybe hannibal does. maybe not even the music can cover the creak of the floorboards as will backs away, and all of a sudden hannibal's motions cease, eyes opening and staring at will, face unusually open and vulnerable before a neutral mask quickly snaps over it. for a long moment there is a tense and fragile silence, filled with unspoken questions, until will finally asks what the piece of music is called.

after a moment of hesitation hannibal tells him, and soon they are sat together, hannibal explaining the story of the piece and how the composition tells it, his hands dancing through the air to demonstrate his points, while will nods and listens and, after a little while, understands.

seemingly without his noticing, hannibal starts to sway again, and his eyes flutter closed, and will stares at him, completely and utterly in love, before his own eyes slip closed and he sways to the music with hannibal, the two of them swept away in a sea of music together.

#nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannigram #hannigram fic #kind of #my writing #look i'm having feelings about this okay

[madisonwritesstuff]

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 😊💕

★ ; bloodsucker. -------------------

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 😏)

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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#hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x fem reader #headcannons #fem reader #female reader #hannibal #hannibal lecter x reader #vampire #vampire reader #hannibal lecter x vampire reader

[tethered-heartstrings]

I’m rewatching the show for the 473858393929th time and I don’t have anyone to soundboard off of so I pose you this question: When do you think was the first time in the show that Hannibal understands that he has real feelings for Will? I’m at the end of season 1 and I feel like it hasn’t quite hit him yet but there are inklings.

On the other end of the question, when do you think is the first time Will understands his feelings for Hannibal? It’s very obvious that it’s always there but like….when in between seasons one and the last episode of season two does it really happen in your eyes?

I think Hannibal seeing Will in "Aperitif" is the closest to love at first sight that I have seen. As far as him realizing/accepting his love for Will, I would say that happens in "Fromage". Hannibal is very much a "fuck around and find out" at someone else's expense. He sent Will to a known serial killer. He probably assumed a GJH 2.0 would happen, and that Will would come back needing more therapy/comfort from another fatal encounter.

But when Budge showed up at his office alive, there is a noticeable panic on Hannibal's face. He had no way of knowing that Will was accompanied by two officers, so when Tobias says he killed two officers, Hannibal's first thought is that Will is dead. And that hurts. More than he anticipated. He has killed plenty of people, but hasn't felt this level of loss and sadness in a long time.

When the ordeal is over, his expression and heart nearly shatters when seeing Jack come in, eyes begging that Will would follow. For a few seconds, his fear that Will was actually gone encompassed him. He visibly relaxes upon seeing Will actually alive. Hannibal saying "I was worried you were dead" was genuine; he really thought Will was killed and he was hurt.

That love continues to develop, making Will's betrayal that much more painful in Mizumono. Hannibal loved Will, and opened himself up to him, something he had never truly done with someone else. Yes, Hannibal framed Will for his crimes and sent him to prison in his stead, but that doesn't mean Hannibal didn't love Will. But Hannibal is very "preserve self at all costs". I think it is something he regretted, but also something he believed had to be done. Going to prison was not an option for him, and he knew Will would survive. Even the way Hannibal commits violence against Will is distinctly different than how he commits it against others, because he does truly loves Will.

Will's situation is a lot more complicated. I think in the back of his mind, deep down, he loves Hannibal somewhere in season 2. He cares for Hannibal, which is why he told Hannibal to run, why he still went to Hannibal's house, why he leaned into the knife and let himself be hurt and held. But I don't think he really acknowledged that love, not until s3. He called Hannibal his "friend" to Jack, which is true. He did consider Hannibal his friend, but it was so much more than that, too much for words, and not something he would want to admit to Jack. (hi, sorry boss, i love the cannibal teehee <3)

He forgives Hannibal in the catacombs, and I do believe that to be a genuine forgiveness. He even tells Hannibal they are blurred, and he isn't sure they could survive separation. That is a pretty roundabout way of saying "I love you". However, I think Will may not want to love Hannibal in that moment. Will makes an attempt on Hannibal's life, and I think Will associates love with violence. If he killed Hannibal, it wouldn't be out of malice, but a desperate attempt to free himself from Hannibal. Perhaps even to fulfill the promise of intimately killing him with his hands (knife is cheating, but shh). And the violence+love connection is perpetuated when Hannibal saws his head open to eat him, because to cannibalize is to love. Hannibal was planning to kill and eat Will even before he knew Will was planning to kill him, because that is how he knew how to love (apparently talking about your feelings isn't a possibility lol).

But still.... I don't think Will really acknowledges his love for Hannibal until near the end of the show. Because I think part of accepting his love for Hannibal is realizing Hannibal loves him, too. And once Will understood Hannibal loved him, his own love for Hannibal burst forth, unable to be contained.

And once Will realizes this, he gives Hannibal the best thing he can, given the circumstance. He pulls them both off the cliff, to be together, unified, into death or into the next life. Truly blurred and beautiful.

#i have written uh. a lot about their love so sorry for plugging other posts but I didn't want to make the post 5000 words #i hope i answered your question <33 #ty for this ask i love talking about those little freaks #anonymous #the curious clown #hannibal #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter

[slasher-male-wife]

Poly relationship with Hannigram head cannons

So like I've said before I haven't seen all of season two yet so this is going to be more like Will and Hannibal are living together in Baltimore and the reader joins them in their happy relationship. Reader is as usual gn.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, murder, cannibalism, reader unknowingly eating people

I'd like to think that you first met Will while out one day. Maybe you're into fishing too and you're asking for advice on supplies or you started a conversation with him while picking up groceries but either way he's very attracted to you.

He'll ask for your number which you'll happily give him and he'll go tell Hannibal about you. Both men are open to having another person join the relationship so after Will talks with you more and the two of you meet up together a few times he invites you over for dinner.

Of course he'll drop hints that they're not exclusive and that you can join them but won't outright say it just yet. At dinner you'll finally meet Hannibal. He'll find you attractive and will keep his normal composure like he always does, but this time with a small smile.

Any dietary restrictions you have would have been talked about with Will before hand and if you do have any Hannibal will be upset but after meeting you it won't seem as bad.

If you do eat meat he won't feed you human meat on the "first date" so to say, but he will make it his normal fancy kind of food. He'll ask questions to get to know you like he hasn't been reading your texts with Will and Will hasn't been telling Hannibal every detail about you.

After the first time eating together you'll be invited over more and more and eventually they'll outright ask you if you want to join them in their relationship. You'll of course say yes which earns you a smile from Hannibal and a kiss on the cheek from Will.

Now that you're dating Hannibal will slowly introduce human meat to you if you do eat meat. They'll pass it off as some kind of "uncommon" meat if you question the taste by saying it rabbit or veil.

Oh and now you're going to be spoiled by them. Hannibal is rich so he's not going to hesitate to get you whatever you want. Will, will also be happy to get you whatever your heart desires.

I feel like Hannibal will try to influence you to start dressing more "classy" if your normal style is more casual. He'll slowly replace graphic t-shirts with button up shirts and sweaters saying that your old clothes were starting to wear down. But these will all of course be to your liking.

Along with spoiling you your boyfriends are going to get you a few nice suits/dresses tailored to your measurments for any dinner parties Hannibal throws.

Now with physical affection Will is your man. He's happy to hug, cuddle, kiss, whatever you want to do all day long. Hannibal of course is ok with holding hands, hugging and an occiasional kiss but he's not going to be too big on physical touch.

Hannibal's love languages are more geared towards gift giving, acts of service and words of affirmation. He won't hesitate to compliment and praise you any chance that he gets. He wants you to know how proud he is of you.

Will's love languages are Physical touch and quality time. Quality time doesn't even have to be something fancy, it could just be the two of you watching a movie or going fishing together.

Will is going to try to get you to go out fishing with him at least once. Just once then he'll stop bugging you. If you catch any he's going to be so proud of you and the fact that he finally has a fishing buddy to join him. Hannibal will of course cook the fish you catch when you're out together.

For pet names Will is more into it than Hannibal is. Will is going to call you baby, honey, darling, sweetheart, dear, etc. Hannibal will stick to classic names such as love, dear, darling, angel, etc. He won't say it very much in public or in front of other people but if he notices someone hitting on you he might just ask, "How's the food, love?".

But Will is more free to call you pet names whenever and wherever he wants to. Especially if someone is hitting on you. He won't let you see that he's jealous but he's going to make it known that you're his.

Now as for dates it depends on if it's just you and Will, you and Hannibal or the three of you together. Will is going to indulge you in more classic date things like eating out or going to see a movie. While Hannibal will take you to the opera, art museums, etc.

Now if it's all three of you, it's safe to assume that Hannibal is going to be choosing where you go. Probably because he doesn't want to be seen somewhere "low-brow". So it's most likely going to be going to another opera or an art museum. Maybe even just staying home and watching a movie together. Most likely something more "classy" but I'm sure if you and Will work together you two can make Hannibal let you watch something stupid.

Now when it comes to mental health Hannibal has you covered. He can see when you're struggling and will make attempts to try and talk to you about it. He won't judge you if your mental health gets so bad that you're so focused on staying alive that you forget to do basic things. He'll also get Will to understand that you're dealing with crushing mental health issues.

But you won't have to worry about cooking or forgetting to eat ever again. Hannibal and Will, will insist you eat three meals a day and won't let you make excuses. If your job makes you work late and you get home at ungodly hours then Hannibal will have food waiting for you to heat up in the oven because I know this man doesn't own a microwave.

Your interests are now their interests. Will is going to show it more outwardly, like talking about it with you often, learning more about your interests, getting you things related to your interest, etc. Hannibal will be more on the down low about it.

He's going to memorize your interests and just so happen to find things related to it somehow. Oh you're really into gardening? He's been meaning to start growing produce why not help him make a garden. Oh you really like astrology? He just so happens to have several books about it, why not give them a read?

Now if anyone gives your trouble or anyone has hurt you really bad in the past? They're going to take care of it for you honey don't worry. That ex of yours abused you? You'll see their murder on the news the next day. Doesn't matter what it is, if it's bad enough than they're going to kill them for you. They won't make you eat their meat but that won't stop them from enjoying some "cow" liver for dinner.

#hannigram #hannigram x reader #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal fanfiction #hannigram fanfiction #murder husbands

[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 Gold Panel Nolacon 2023

We start off the panel with Jensen making a dirty joke because the stage reminds him of a lecture hall. It goes: A sex education professor comes into his lecture hall, he’s carrying a banana, and he says today class I’m going to teach you how to put on a condom. I have this banana here because I have a hard time getting an erection on an empty stomach. 🤦‍♀️ This makes Jared laugh and come up with his own joke: Did you hear about the serial killer professor? He always gave a Hannibal lecture. I can’t with these men, let’s get into questions.

Jared is asked about his ACL surgery, he hasn't gotten it yet but says he needs it at which point Jensen makes a knee pun. Jared’s brother has been helping him, and he does need surgery but it's a 4 to 6-month recovery period so until they find out about Walker he can’t risk doing it because he doesn’t want to do it and then get the call that they’re ready for him to film when he can’t move. Unless the season is gonna come back to Walker in the office playing wordle which sends them into a little sidetrack because Jensen mentions he got the wordle of the day in two so Jared asks him if he saw the hat picture at 2:30am he sent to the wordle group that they have, and Jared is so cute because he wants Jensen to look at it at that moment, it was something that had made him laugh but Jensen doesn't have his phone on him but after Jared explained it to him he did remember seeing it. It was just a little moment but I found it cute. Back to Jared's ACL, he’s hoping to rehab it and his brother thinks that maybe if he gets some intense physical therapy he might be able to avoid surgery. 

So when the fan was asking Jared about his knee they said that family should not help you in situations like that meaning if you have a family member whose a doctor they shouldn’t be the one treating you, and Jensen asks why, and says Jared’s doctor is one of the best orthopedic surgeons in Austin. Jared answers that he has asked his brother about this and explains why, for those that don't know, it’s because it's a conflict of interest. Because if you're treating a loved one there's an emotional investment that makes it difficult to be objective, and doctors and surgeons have to be objective in order to do what is best for their patients. x

Jared says some dad jokes, so Jensen mentions that he started watching The Last of Us, and the young girl, Ellie, has a dad joke book and when she says one of the jokes and it cuts to Pedro Pascal's character, Joel, going god, that's so stupid, and it makes him think of Jared 😂 That one of the jokes that got to him was: did you hear diarrhea is hereditary? It runs in your jeans.

Jared makes another joke: sex is hereditary if your parents didn’t have it you probably won’t either. I'll admit that one got a chuckle out of me. x

Continuing with the questions did they steal anything from the set?  Jensen says some things may have made their way into his suitcase. Jared replies that a few times when it was their last day shooting at a specific location for example Bobby’s house, there was a bronze owl paperweight and he wanted it so when it was their last day on that set it “got lost” and then after they said that’s a wrap he went back in to see if there was anything else he wanted to take or wanted to help find a happy home and Jim Beaver was in there and told him he was looking for the owl paperweight so Jared went back and gave it to him. Jensen shares that Jared has the cap of the steering wheel of the Impala that got totaled at the end of s1, that Jared just popped it off, put it in his pocket and it was never seen again. And when he's saying this there's a little in sync moment between the boys: x

Jared says they got some stuff and there were things they wanted but understood they might need for a reshoot but the set dec, props, and wardrobe would do them the solid of checking with WB if they would ever use something again so for example Jared has his white Lucifer suit and au!Sam's purple outfit, Jensen has the lederhosen and the duster from the western episode and he also has the OG Samulet, the original heavy metal one that would try to chip his tooth. Jensen says that one had gotten retired because it was so heavy and dangerous, so they did a mold of it and cast replicas in a lighter metal. But he took home the OG one, and actually included it in the Winchesters pilot. x

The next fan just wants to let them know that fans would love for a picture of them in the Bridge scene to be included in the stuff that is auctioned by Creation. Jensen mentions that scene was an alternate ending because of covid so he's glad that it worked so well. x

There's a character in Days of Our Lives called Marlena that gets possessed, and Jensen was in Days of Our Lives, does he think Dean would have been able to exorcize Marlena? Jensen answers that he believes the priest on that show is Jim Beaver so he should have been handling this a long time ago (that character has gotten possessed more than once). That it would have been interesting to see Dean show up and yeah it’s something the brothers could have knocked out in a weekend. x

When is Jensen going to play Batman? And was it liberating to play Soldier Boy? Jensen doesn’t think you’ll ever hear any actor complaining about playing the bad guy because it is a lot of fun. He says that if you ask Jared what one of his favorite versions of Sam is in SPN he’ll say soulless!Sam because when you get to play the bad guy it’s honestly more cathartic cause Jared is a really good guy in real life so when you get to find your inner asshole it can be cathartic. That Soldier Boy was a lot of fun, and the interesting thing, and he loves talking about this because people will ask how he could play such a horrible character and how did he prepare for it, the thing is Solder Boy doesn’t think he’s horrible, he’s the hero of his own story. 

And that’s something he took from Lee Marvin who answered years ago when asked why he made a career playing bad guys that he’s never played a bad guy in his life. And he thinks if you look at it through that lens it makes a whole lot more sense, Soldier Boy doesn’t think he’s a bad guy he thinks everyone else is in the wrong so that makes for really layered character work, and scene work, it was a lot of fun not to mention the way it was written and the way he related to the other cast memebers and characters on the show.

Asked if he got to improve any of it, he answers that yes. He gives as an example that Soldier Boy pops up for a brief moment on the new spinoff and his little bit was heavily improved. He had Kripke with him on set that day so they were spitballing ideas and coming up with different takes that it's a lot of fun to work at that level with that kind of mind that can throw something out and you're like 'oh! okay I'm gonna do that one' so it's a beautiful collab on that set much like SPN and that’s a testament to Kripke and the kind of worlds he builds and the type of people he puts in them. As for the Batman thing, he doesn’t know but if he gets the phone call he’s in. x

What is something they learned while working on SPN that they’ve since applied to their future projects? They’re kind of struggling to answer and Jared starts to try but he's having trouble so Jensen steps in to give him more time to think. And he answers confidence. Confidence on set, in front of a camera no matter who he is working with says that if he didn’t have the ten thousand hours that he had playing Dean he doesn’t think he would have the confidence he has now to go to a completely foreign set like The Boys or Big Sky or a movie set. He gives as an example when he was on Rust and working alongside Alec Baldwin, who is a legend in the entertainment industry, and shares that there was a moment on set where Baldwin dropped the line and got really upset and was screaming what’s the line and Jensen was just like holding up his phone going this is cool but he thinks had he not gone through what he went through with SPN that would have shook him a bit; he has a certain confidence, not arrogance but confidence that helps him do what he needs to do and that’s something he learned and earned on SPN.

Jared seconds that, and in his head went slightly different the fan asked about projects but he'll say life in general, he’s had a lot of highs and lows in his life and it doesn’t have to be something mental it can just be that he’s tired or physically beat down. They had a great time on SPN but there were times that just sucked like it being 5am and having to do a two-page emotional scene and having only an hour to film because the sun is coming up and just wanting the day to be over those were the days they’d get home and take a shower and get in bed and realize that it felt really good, so just realize there's another side of it. There’s a saying he likes: no feeling is final. When you're feeling beat down whether physically or mentally there's another side to that, you can get through that and he thinks SPN helped get that into him. x

Did Jared have fun doing his Walker Independence cameo, and are we going to see more of that? Jared replies that he had an amazing time there, it’s an amazing cast and crew that build a family over there in Santa Fe and he had a lot of fun. That he was riding horses in between takes and horsing around, and he has an absolute blast on Walker; he hopes he gets the chance to go back to Walker Independence and hopes the show comes back, he thinks if they were shooting in the same place he would have done it more often.  x

Favorite song on SPN outside of Carry On? Jared says he will probably forever love Renegade by Styx (saaaame!) and Space Oddity by David Bowie that those two music cues he’s watched more than a lot of the other clips of SPN he’s watched. Jensen says Eye of the Tiger but he'll also throw in Night Moves by Bob Seger. x

And that marks the end of the panel and as they walk away there's a mini butt pat! x

J2 Gold Panel Nolacon 2023

#j2 tinhat #j2 #noniwtv #mine

[ineffably-graham]

the way hannibal is looking at his lips. like he expects to kiss him, but hasn't convinced himself to do it yet. because he's afraid he'll scare will off, especially after everything they've been through.

disclaimer: i'm actually fine with the kiss being cut. i think their relationship is beyond normal standards of romance and intimacy, and their interaction was just as powerful (if not more) than a kiss would be. kisses are not the only form of intimacy, and that scene was the most intimate thing i have ever seen.

although i would enjoy to see them kiss.

#this was meant to be a little post abt the look in hannibals eyes #and how it makes me absolutely feral #but it turned into my views on the cut kiss #so #hannibals expression still murders me though #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #murder husbands #twotl

[titleleaf]

@rocket-eighty-eight mentioned you on a post “The real saw trap is reading an incredibly wrong...”:

@titleleaf WHERE did you see this red dragon take?!?!!

​Why, here on Tumblr Dot Com, of course! I thought I had it screencapped but I managed to restrain myself from engaging with the original post -- the OP was all of 20 and God knows I made absolutely boneheaded Tumblr posts when I was 20, I make some pretty stupid ones now. Regardless, it had pretty hardcore "hasn't actually read Red Dragon" energy. As you might also expect it was a post gassing up the NBC Hannibal s3 finale, framing Will's participation in the killing of Dolarhyde as him embracing queerness and aligning himself with his true love, Hannibal, rather than his fake comphet love, Molly.

Paraphrased, their interpretation was: "the end of Red Dragon, the book, has Will triumphing over Dolarhyde and successfully saving his wife and child, reaffirming the integrity of heterosexual marriage and exorcising the queer threat that Lecter poses to Will's identity of himself as straight, while the show's s3 finale has the better and more affirming depiction: Will leaving behind his wife and child and going to be with Hannibal and embrace his nature as a killer, showing that he's accepted his true self and what he holds in common with Lecter." Which... all of that aside, that's not remotely what happens in the book Red Dragon!

The ending of the novel is so notoriously downbeat and ambivalent that I have read multiple pieces of academic writing commenting on it, and it's something both film adaptations have felt the need to change. It's a fucking downer. You can't even feel good about Molly killing Dolarhyde because you've seen enough of Dolarhyde as a sympathetic wounded beast to wish that outcome, however inevitable genre conventions make it, could be different. Will's relationship to his stepson is already fatally wounded before Dolarhyde shows up, and Will's marriage is fucking toast -- even as Will's lying in his hospital bed he knows this, that Molly will leave him because of what's happened, and by the time SOTL takes place it certainly seems to have come true. Will's physical and mental well-being have been burned through, and by the next time we hear about him he's a deeply traumatized alcoholic whose face looks like damn Picasso drew it, and, we can assume, very single. Heterosexual love is not enough in this book to save anybody! Not Dolarhyde and Reba, not Will and Molly, not the Leedses, not the Jacobis, not Dolarhyde's mother and her new husband, not even Freddy Lounds and Wendy. Will comes to a fuller understanding of the "vicious urges" within him that humanity more broadly struggles with, not just outliers like Dolarhyde and Lecter, but it's not a comfortable exorcism of the destabilizing threat of violence, the emotional tone remains uneasy and weird. It's a bummer. Nobody is living happily ever after and it's Lecter who gets the last word. (And he's such a bitch about it, too, I'm obsessed.)

My own feelings on how the show does the RD plotline with Dolarhyde in s3 aside (short version: badly) I think people have a tendency to back-project the show's framing of Will and Hannibal's relationship onto the first novel when it doesn't apply. Their relationship in the book is interesting and imo very fun but it's very different because the rest of the canon from which the show will draw to pad it out just does not exist yet -- the show sort of Frankensteins together parts of Clarice's plotlines to make up the difference and while I enjoy the results in isolation Will and Hannibal's relationship dynamic in the show isn't remotely a straightforward translation from book to screen or some kind of more correct, uncensored version of what the book was too timid to show. (Clarice's whole perverse union with Lecter in Hannibal the book follows its own different trajectory, and I can see how people read it as liberating and/or affirming, but uhhhh I'll get back to them on that later.) I don't think the show does the fusion of those two relationships particularly elegantly (or the distribution of other aspects of the Hannibal-Clarice relationship onto other characters' relationships to Hannibal, though it did bring me one of my favorite parts of s3 with Bedelia) but I think it's really muddied people's ability to talk about the actual books (and films) on the merits of what they actually contain versus what they assume they must contain or would like them to contain. It's a hot mess express.

#rocket-eighty-eight #ska reads a thing #ska watches nbc hannibal

[sunnydreams17]

(( hey guys! So this is part 4 of " Hannibal: A Heart That Bleeds Gold"

I hope yall enjoy and if you've not read part 3 here is a link to it!

If you find it easier to read on Wattpad here is a link to the story on there!

Anywa here is the story!!! Enjoy! ))

A whisper.... at first very soft and gentle but then it grew into something louder. Something Will hasn't heard in a long time..... the screams

...............

Blood soaked the floors of the little cottage house. Wills mother laid there half gasping for air and half choking on her own blood. Wills father laid there unresponsive, most likely dead from the huge wound on his head. The pool of blood going all around the floor as the priest knights stood over there bodies.

Will remembered thinking one thing

why did he see something so evil around these priest knights?

" you're coming with us "

No..... no Will didn't wanna go with no one. He wanted to stay right here. He wanted to stay in his little cottage home with his mother and father. He was a child....he was a child not more then 10! So why was this happening!? Was the gods damning him!? " who are you?" Will backed away slowly " my mother....my father.... their dead" his voice broke " why? "

" because of what you are "

It was as if the whole world has split open and Will for the very first time ever saw the stag. It had beautiful white fur and its eyes a red color " because of how special you are boy.... you are the reason they are dead. If you wish to make up for your parents deaths then you will listen to me and come "

The stag changed from an animal to slowly a human. Will blinks his eyes fast wondering if he was seeing things. This man was human the whole time so why did he see an animal before? " what am i?" Will whispers and looked up at no other then the priest himself. The priest that was like a bridge between the reds and the golds

" a curse "

.............

Will gasped and sits up fast on the cot. He grabbed at his chest taking deep breaths as he looked around. His body was soaked in sweat and his hair damp as well. His wild blue eyes looked around trying to understand what had just happened

" Will? " a voice calls from the side of the room and Will looks over fast seeing Hannibal

" are you ok? Did you have a nightmare?"

A nightmare? So that was a dream? That's right.... it was... after so many years why would Will dream of his childhood? After so long....why did that damn white stag appear to him? The priest was long gone. After the priest was gone his never seen the stag again so why did he dream of his past? Of the priest? Of that damn stag

" no, it was just hot that's all " Will gets up slowly from the bed still trying to calm down " sorry I shouldn't have slept in your bed "

" hot? It's rather cold outside I think" Hannibal was dressed not in his suit but an actual military uniform. The uniform was a black color and nicely ironed. There was a few medals on the left side of Hannibals chest and on the right was a few stars " I told you that you could sleep in here, no need to apologize at all to me " Hannibal gets up walking towards Will " I'll be gone for most of the day "

" cold? It feels hot to me and gone most of the day? That's fine I'm sure you're a busy man" Will glanced at the uniform slowly. He wouldn't deny that Hannibal looked good.....maybe a little to good though he also couldn't help but notice the smell of blood on Hannibal. It was very very very faint but yet Will smelled it enough. After working for the Royal FBI for so long he knew the smell of blood even the faintest of it " I'll be staying here then"

" unfortunately so, you will have to stay here but I know you'll be safe " Hannibal pats Wills shoulder feeling the soaked shirt under his hand. If it was anyone else he would be grossed out but since it was his Wills he didn't mind at all " you do have work to do, that body I want you to look at it one more time before we do away with it. I would love to stay and see how you work but I can't. The military does call and as the commander I have a duty to answer. You'll be ok without me yes? "

Will stiffens at the touch at his shoulder. God he hated when people touched him out of nowhere but his body responded to Hannibals touch a little to much " duty? " he pushed down his feelings right away. He didn't understand what the hell he was feeling at all. Was it disgust? Fear? Regret? Or maybe a feeling of wanting more " did something happen while I was sleeping?"

" ah~ smart boy " Hannibal turns away grabbing his hat " yes, i can't go deep into it but as you should know war is war and we have a battle to be won. I will see you later on in the evening " he gave a small bow to Will " until then my dear Will" and with that Hannibal left the room

..................

It had been a few hours since Hannibal had left and the camp was mostly empty because most of the soldiers were out fighting in the war.

Will walked around the almost empty camp as he takes in the fresh air. He moved aside for some wounded soldiers as he walked towards the tent he was in when he met Hannibal yesterday.

Pushing the tent flap open he spotted a woman near the body. She had black hair and a doctor coat on as she examined the body. She only looked up when she felt much colder from the wind that had blown inside the tent

" you must be Will Graham! I'm Beverly! It's very nice to meet you " Beverly held her hand out smiling " Commander Hannibal said you would be working with me for now on till the end of your contract?

What contract was Beverly talking about? When had Will ever make a contract with Hannibal? " yes, Hannibal said I should come here and look at the body while his away. " he shakes Beverly's hand softly " nice to meet you" he pulls away and looks at the body. It was the same as last night that was a good sign " what does Hannibal want to know about this body?

" it's not what he wants to know" Beverly smiled " it's what you want to know. Hannibal told me to tell you that he wants you to think for yourself."

" are you implying that he thinks I don't think for myself? " annoyance filled Will as he glanced over to Beverly

" you don't have to get so bothered" she waves her hands around " everyone knows how hard headed Jack can be. I feel sorry for you that you have to work so close to him. Jack always does put his work before other peoples safety "

" you know Jack? When? How? " knowing someone knew of Jack made Will feel just a little better

" back in college, I was studying in a red city and Jack was the only other gold I knew that was there. We got close and that's how I know his a hardhead. Either way I think we should focus on the main reason we're here " she pointed to the body " that" she says and flips through her notes " I examined the body for 2 hours and found all over his skin something that is band in most kingdoms..... do you know of ' Resurrection?'

Wills attention snapped when he heard the words resurrection come out of Beverly's mouth " yes, it's something known to make the dead come back to life, or that's what everyone thinks but there is no proof it can.

" that's right that's why it was band because it failed to do its main use and it was used for something completely different..... it made the body stop decaying....it made it fresh like it had just died yesterday." Beverly closed her notes " it also makes someone go highly crazy to the point they could kill themselves "

" if you're trying to point that the victim killed themselves then you're wrong. The killer did this as a sorry. He didn't finish his job and because of that he wanted to say sorry. Resurrection was used to stop the decay, it wasn't used to make him go crazy " Will said

" thats weird because I got a test back showing that resurrection was in his stomach for at least a good 3 hours before his death. " Beverly handed over the notes to Will and allowed him to look them over. The more he read the more shocked he got till he felt a cold breeze. He glanced to the side and saw it....the stag.... but it wasn't white like the priest stag....this stag was black. Will tighten his grip on the notes and takes a deep breath. What the hell was happening? Why? Why was a new stag here? This meant trouble. This meant very bad trouble " I'll have to tell Hannibal about your notes then. They seem to not follow what I looked into yesterday. " he says softly to Beverly. " until then let's get this body out of here and I'll worry about the rest "

...............

The next few hours were a blur. Will and Beverly dealing with the body before carrying it off to burn it. The burning took a good chunk of their day and by the time it was over there was horses riding towards camp. It was Hannibals horse and the rest of the army. Which meant they were back though did they win the fight?

" seems like Hannibal is back, you should go greet him! I'll finish up the cleaning here " she waves Will off and he couldn't feel happier then to leave the smoke filled air. He walked towards the camp but the closer he got the more he started to slow till he got to a complete stop and felt his body go cold because there laying on the floor around the soldiers was a bunch of red soldiers. Hannibal sat on his horse in the front as he looked down at the new batch of prisoners " go ahead and put them in that tent over there " he shouted and pointed to a small looking tent that could hardly even fit 5 people let alone 10 " I want soldiers guarding that tent day and night. Roughen the prisoners up if you want but don't kill them. If even one of them is dead then you know what will happen "

The warning was clear and the soldiers nodded shouting " YES COMMANDER" before they grabbed at the red soldiers yanking them along to the tent. Each was wounded pretty badly and red blood dripped down onto the grass.

Will felt sick to his stomach as he watched this. He may act like a gold but he was a red to heart and seeing his people suffer..... it was like a gut punch. He should be with them suffering right along not like this watching as they suffered. Seeing red blood is what reminded Will what he was and what he had lost so long ago.

What did it mean to be a red in a world ruled by the golds? What did it mean to be something lower then something higher?

Will couldn't help but feel anger as he looked at Hannibal. He should have known this man would have done this! Hannibal only acts nice because he thinks his a gold. If Hannibal found out who he really was then he would be killed point blank

" will? I didn't expect you to greet me " Hannibals voice is what brought Will out of his thoughts " are you ok?" Hannibal said as he climbed off his horse and lead it to one of the stables " you seem distressed"

" I'm not distressed at all" Will followed after Hannibal but stopped when he heard a scream from the tent that had the prisoners. Will felt his heart beating faster as he looks over to Hannibal " why are red soldiers here? Aren't they supposed to be killed on the battlefield? "

" you are distressed " Hannibal turns fully as he looked at Will " what did I tell you about lying?" He whispers and heard about the reds. Hannibals eyes darken a little as he smiled softly " I don't see why that should be any of your concern why they are here. Your job is to focus on what is happening to my men. "

" and I said I'm not distressed! How many more times do I have to say it!? " The shout is what shocked Will. Will had to step back a little to understand what he did. Dear God, why did he lose his cool? Maybe it was the fact reds were here and he could hear them being beat not even a few feet away. Maybe it was the fact Hannibal made him feel like some damn child! He was a man! Not a child! And maybe it was the fact Hannibal just pissed him off " I know what my job is! I don't need you reminding me!"

All eyes were on Will and Hannibal. Each soldiers that was around was watching what Hannibal would do. I mean Will had the balls to yell at Hannibal!? Was Will asking for a death wish?

" I think we need need a reminder on who is who in this camp" is all that came out of Hannibals mouth before he grabbed Will by the arm and yanks him into his personal tent. Hannibal held Wills arm tightly as he turns and pulls Will close

" I don't think you've gotten it through your head who is the boss here " Hannibal pressed his forehead against Will and made direct eye contact with the other " I'm the commander here..... I give the orders.... I do what I think is best. I don't like when people question me dear Will " his grip got tighter on Wills arm

The pain around his arm was intense but Wills eyes widen at the eye contact. His whole body going cold as he looked into Hannibals eyes and he saw something swimming in those orbs. Will knew right then and there that Hannibal was a man not meant to make angry....but god Will felt that anger still even if there was fear he was angry still " I don't like when other people are treated differently " is what came out his mouth. His tone of voice was laced with rage " just because their reds doesn't mean their meant to be beat like dogs! " he shouted not caring if Hannibal was face to face with him. He tried to hold the eye contact he really did but the more he looked into Hannibals eyes the more he felt like he would never come back the same man so he glanced away.

The excitement that rose through Hannibal was full forced. His heart swelled at the fact Will wasn't backing down. He could smell the fear on Will but he could also smell the anger as well " such a treasonous mouth you have. You speak as if the reds are humans~ as if you've spoken to one and lived with one.... like you know them on a personal level. If word comes back to the king you're a red lover then even I won't be able to keep you safe " he whispers and missed Wills beautiful eyes looking into his.

Hannibal smiled softly and let go of Wills arm slowly moving his hand up and touching Wills cheek " I should have you hit for speaking such words " he whispers " but I'm a gentleman~ I wouldn't want to hurt you " slowly Hannibal pinched Wills cheek " now would I?" He leans in close and brushed his lips against Wills ear. It sent shivers down Wills spine as his legs started to shake a little

" I'll allow you to speak treason my dear Will but only to me, no one else is that understood? " Hannibal pulls away and acted like normal " I'll be with the prisoners now " he pushed passed Will and let him be

When Hannibal had left and Will was sure he was not being watched he let himself fall to the floor. His heart beating so hard as he felt so off. Why did Hannibal have such a strong aura around him? Will felt like prey.... he knew he wouldn't be able to take Hannibal at all. That man was a wolf in sheep's clothing

" now I understand what the priest meant by monsters being the ones you least expect " Will whispers and dug his nails into the floor

Hannibal was a beast and Will was in his trap.

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannigram #will graham #fanfic #murder husbands #jack crawford #beverly katz

[b1oodandchocolate]

In this post:

About the Muse (Dr. Frederick Chilton, NBC Hannibal)

About the Mun (Hi, I’m Casper!)

I’ll Write...

I Won’t Write...

Character Headcanons (HC’s and Canon-Divergent Ideas) 

RP Rules

This is my secondary RP blog! Freddie Lounds (NBC Hannibal) is my main character. You can find my blog for her here, @thegreatestjournalistofalltime​ , on which I would also be thrilled to write with you if you’d like! Both are independent and selective.

All dividers used below were made by saradika​. Please go check out her work. It’s all lovely.

Dr. Frederick Chilton is an arrogant, self-absorbed man who desires nothing more than to be admired and recognized in the world of psychiatry. He had initially attempted to achieve this notoriety as a surgeon, but he lacked the skills necessary and thus switched to a different medical field. He always seems to be in Hannibal's shadow, and it bothers him. So much so that he attempts to imitate the man more than he may even realize.

Like Freddie Lounds, he resorts to shady means to attain his desired status. However, he always seems to fall short, regardless.

Here’s Chilton’s Wiki Bio for more information if you haven’t seen the show ❤️

Hello, there! My name is Casper. I’m transmasc non-binary (my pronouns are they/them/theirs or he/him/his) and I’m over the age of 30. I’m neurodivergent as fuck, and, despite writing for shady characters, I’m a soft boi  😅 

I’m kind of the stereotypical introvert, so I know I can sometimes come across as standoffish (especially online), but I promise that I’m friendly! I just have a super low threshold for socializing, especially with people I don’t know or don’t know very well yet, which sometimes makes it seem like I don’t want to talk to someone, when the reality is that I just can’t at a given time. Especially since it’s super easy for me to hit “burnout mode.”

Anyway, I’m hoping that I can actually do something of substance with this blog and stick around a while lol. Please don’t be afraid to say hi! Just please keep in mind that I may not be able to respond right away.

Lastly, this is my Ao3, which has been collecting dust and pretty much only has Chilton stuff on it (except for that one Nevada fic) lol: casperlounds on Ao3

Fluffy stuff

Platonic relationships

Consensual NSFW stuff (please see rules below)

Violent or Dark Themes (please see rules below)

Canon-Compliant OR Canon-Divergent Stuff

RP with Non-Hannibal Characters from Other Shows/Movies

RP with OCs in OR Outside of Hannibal

And more...

NonCon/Sexual Violence

Various Kinks (please see rules below)

Varying Degrees of Gore (please see rules below)

Burned Chilton (please see character headcanons below)

And more...

His arrogance and superiority stem from deep-seeded feelings of not being good enough (though, is this even really a headcanon? It's implied canon lol).

His father was a surgeon and incredibly tough on him growing up. His mother was a history professor and, though she was more encouraging, she wasn't too much better.

Only child. Didn't have very many friends growing up.

In RP where it's in his history that he was kidnapped by Dolarhyde, Chilton was rescued before the Dragon could maim and burn him. The details can vary based on RP (if it makes sense), but my HC is that he was being tracked and Jack and Will expected that Chilton might become the target instead of Will. This is the one canon-divergent thing I won't budge on because it fucked me up way too badly when I saw it in the show and I have to skip over it any time I do a rewatch. I don't care who was in that chair, that was brutal and nobody deserves that.

Bisexual.

Hasn't had a romantic or physical relationship with anyone in a really long time. He gets lonely in his ostentatious house by himself, but he'd never admit it. He's also the kind of person to try to ignore it if he starts developing feelings for someone because he fears rejection.

Please read these rules before requesting to roleplay.

This blog is 18+ ONLY. Therefore, I will also only write with people over the age of 18. Minors, please DNI.

If you want to RP with me, please PM me and let me know what you had in mind. Please do not post a starter without discussing things with me first. That way, we can also decide who will start things off!

I will only accept random starters from certain people. If I get comfortable enough, I’ll let you know if I’m OK with your doing that. However, please don’t take this personally! As I stated in the About the Mun section, I’m both neurodivergent and have trouble with social spaces.

That said, if I post an Open Starter that reads “(anyone may reply),” I mean anyone, even non-mutuals. Any Open Starters meant solely for mutuals will be clearly marked to avoid confusion. However, for those who do reply (thank you!), please be aware that I may not get to yours or it may or may not turn into a longer RP.

Please understand that I often struggle with burnout and extreme fatigue, as well as other symptoms stemming from ADHD. Therefore, there will be times when I write more and times that I write less. I also might find it easier to work on one thing over another at a given time, but that doesn't mean I don’t value the partner or the RP I’m not working on. If this doesn't work for you, that’s totally understandable, just please don’t start writing with me if this is something you think will be a problem. That wouldn’t be fair to either of us.

On that same note, please be aware that I will not be writing page-long+ replies. Some of my starters/replies may be longer than others, but I generally write two or three paragraphs. If you’re looking for someone who writes lengthy replies, I’m not your guy. Realistically, I also know I wouldn’t be able to read those lengthy posts, so it wouldn’t be fair to you, either.

Despite not writing ultra lengthy replies, I do put a lot of thought and effort into them. I’ve been made aware that some people have started to use AI generated responses in RP (what a time to be alive). This is a hard no from me. I may take a while to respond, but when I do, I do so to the best of my abilities. I’d hope my partners do the same.

If you want to drop or rework/restart a thread or idea that we’re working on together, please let me know!

Please don’t message me asking when I’m going to get to your response. All that does is make me anxious. I’ll likely let you know, myself, when I can get around to it if you’ve been waiting.

Likewise, please don’t spam message me, especially if I haven’t responded. That makes me incredibly anxious and less likely to respond at all.

However, please do message me if you have questions or want to discuss an idea in the RP we’re working on!!!

I will not have exclusive partners for a given character (i.e. a single Hannibal Lecter that I write with and no other Hannibals). There may be people I write with most frequently for a given character, but I won’t exclude other people.

If you aren’t sure if I’ll be comfortable with something, please ask. This includes NSFW themes, dark themes, violence, and gore. I will do the same for you!

As a general rule, I’ll likely not be comfortable with most kinks. You can ask in PMs while we plan our roleplay, but please know that the answer will likely be “no.”

In the event that you want to RP NSFW stuff, please let me know at the start that this is something you'd like to explore. However, also keep in mind that if I’m not feeling the connection, if it it doesn't make sense for our muses after we get into the RP, I won’t force it. Likewise, I’m also aware that sometimes things will gradually, naturally lead to romantic or sexual places, so it’s fine if that happens organically as we go.

This post and all its sections are subject to change or revision. If that happens, I’ll post that I’ve updated it.

#Casper's Rules

[jasonmyers13]

Fredrick chilton X Fem oc

Part 3.

***

A few days later Addison and Chilton were sitting in the living room playing with Holly. And Holly refused her mother's attention and went to Chilton.

"Hey!" Addison laughed.

"What?" Chilton said "Obviously I'm the better parent!".

They all laughed with each other and Addison never wanted this moment to end. Her and the two favorite people she knows.

She loved chilton so much and she wished her parents would be happy for her instead of not talking.

She hasn't seen her mother in five years and it hurt to think about. But Addison was happy with him and nobody was going to change how she felt.

Everyone said that Chilton was a horrible person, but if they could only see how good of a father he was maybe they would change their minds.

Later that night Chilton went to dinner with Hannibal and Alana to talk about Gideon. But while chilton was gone holly cried and spoke a little.

"Dada!" She cried.

But Chilton was gone longer than expected. So Addison started to get worried for him.

And Holly continued to cry but eventually she fell asleep in her crib. So after Holly went to bed Addison tried calling chilton. But he didn't even answer. Chilton never ignored her calls before.

So she waited a little longer for him to call back but he never even did, Where was he?. But eventually Addison fell asleep on the couch with tears in her eyes.

***

In the observatory, Freddie Lounds watches in horror as Dr. Gideon operates on his newest victim, a still conscious Dr. Chilton. Chilton is heavily drugged, yet terrified of Gideon's intentions.

"It's alright" Gideon said.

Gideon calmly tells his old psychiatrist that he'll be using Chilton's body to make a gift basket for the Ripper full of Chilton's vital organs.

But little did they know that will and Jack were coming along with SWAT.

When Will and Jack make it to the observatory, Jack runs in with SWAT.

Jack finds Freddie Lounds standing over Chilton's body, keeping him alive. Chilton holds all of his organs in his own hands. Jack calls for medics.

"Medic!" He yelled.

***

The next morning Addison woke up and took care of holly by herself. Unfortunately Chilton was still gone and she had no idea what happened to him.

When suddenly there's a knock on the door of the house. Addison was carrying Holly when she opened the door. It was Jack Crawford.

"Hello, Miss Chilton" He said.

"It's not chilton yet but soon" She smiled "Is there anything I can help you with?".

"Well may I come in?" Jack said "I need to speak with you about your fiancé".

Addison was a little scared and confused but she let jack in the house. Addison placed holly in the playpen while she watched cartoons.

"So what about him?" Addison asked "He hasn't been home since yesterday..".

"Well I'm here to tell you why" Jack said.

Addison was freaking out inside her mind. What happened to him?

"Abel Gideon had performed some sort of surgery on him" Jack said "He had Chilton's organs placed in Chilton's hands. He was trying to make a gift basket for the Chesapeake ripper".

Addison didn't know what to do in that moment. Chilton was hurt and she couldn't do anything about it.

"But he should be alright" Jack said "He's in the hospital right now".

Addison felt relieved that he was okay but also scared for him. She knew this would happen when Gideon killed that nurse.

"So Gideon's not the ripper?" Addison said "I thought he was".

"Well chilton thought he was" Jack said "But the real Chesapeake ripper is still out there".

"Well can I go see Chilton?" Addison asked.

"Of course" Jack said "I hope he gets better. Have a good afternoon, Addison".

Jacks left and Addison didn't know what to do. She was still in shock because of what happened.

So she went to the hospital to see chilton and she took Holly with her. It took a while but they got there safely.

"Hello. How can I help you?" The woman at the desk asked.

"I'm here to see my fiancé, Fredrick Chilton" Addison said.

Addison waited in the waiting room for a few minutes and then they told her what room Chilton was in. So she went and used the elevator to get to his room.

When she walked in he was asleep.

"Da?" Holly said.

Holly pointed to chilton and smiled.

"Yeah" Addison said "That's dad".

Addison sat in the seat next to Chilton's bed and she put her hand on Chilton's.

He was asleep until he felt her touch. He could tell it was her.

"Hello, My love" He said.

He slowly opened his eyes to see her and holly. Chilton was in pain but he was feeling a little better.

"Da!" Holly laughed "Da!".

"Yep" Chilton laughed "It's me".

Addison smiled and she didn't let go of Chilton's hand. She would never leave Chilton' side.

"Will you stay with me here?" Chilton asked Addison.

"Of course I will, Darling" Addison said.

So Addison stayed with chilton all night and she fell asleep with Holly on the couch.

But Chilton was still awake. He felt happy that he had someone liked Addison who would always be there for him no matter what.

But eventually he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

#nbc hannibal #fredrick chilton

[vampacidic]

hi sage!!!! I've never seen Phantom of the Opera so please tell me about it!!! ^-^

FUCK i accidentally. deleted my original response. okay. this is gonna be lengthy. sowwy. i'm uhhhh gonna give you the ALW musical plot first. the novel isn't exactly like the musical (id say the musical sexyman-ified the phantom) but it's where i started and it's near and dear to my heart. also ALW stands for andrew lloyd webber. he's the guy who wrote it.

okay. basically the start of the musical features the opera house changing hands to new owners. they're cool. they're watching the stage rehearsal for the opera they're putting on tonight (hannibal) and the primadonna (carlotta) is singing her big solo when BAM a stage set falls on her. and everyone is like fuck!!!!! and all the ballerinas think the phantom of the opera did it (he did btw) and so carlotta gets pissed off and fucking QUITS. and so everyone is panicking until madame giry (a woman who works at the opera house. she helps the ballerinas) is like hmm. christine daaé should be the lead. and everyone is like but christine fucking SUCKS but then christine sings and everyone is like oh? how does she not suck now? and so she gets cast as the lead. everything's great. opening night goes off without a hitch! in fact, christine's childhood best friend raoul is in the crowd and he falls for her!!! woah!!!!

anywya. after the show christine's good girlbestie meg is taking christine back to her room and is like. hey christine. how'd you improve so quickly. and christine is like "my dead dad sent an angel to teach me to sing" and meg is like haha good one christine! ok but how did you though :) and then the scene cuts.

in her dressing room raoul shows up and is like christine! hey! haven't seen you since you were a kid! also sorry about your dead dad. wanna get dinner? and christine is like yessss oh wait. the ghost isn't gonna like that. and raoul is like haha funny! i'll see you at dinner :) (he does not)

anywya. phantom shows off. he's fucking pissed. calls raoul a "slave of fashion/basking in [christine's] glory". and that makes me fucking lose it. anyway. he's mad. christine placates him and is like Please don't kill him. phantom is like ok. but you have to come to my sewer home <3 and she's like fine! i guess! and raoul hasn't quite left yet (he's outside the locked door) and hears this and is like. hey christine What are you doing in there! but it's too late!!! she's been taken!!!!!!!

and then they sing an absolute BANGER duet i like to analyze the lyrics of. i can overanalyze the shit out of "the phantom of the opera" from phantom of the opera. interesting dichotomy between christine's beauty and the phantom's voice. ough. it's so fuckin good. i can play it on my violin actually. anyway. phantom takes her to the sewer dungeon. there's a horse there. it's cool. he's like "ok now you are in my Dungeon i'm going to reveal my emo anime backstory" and he sings music of the night (also a banger) about how christine should embrace the darkness (him) instead of the light (raoul). i love media analysis. also she fucking passes out i guess? (tbh i would too if i got kidnapped to the paris opera house sewers) and he lays her in a bed. also depending on the show he has a wedding dress made for her. maybe he's a bit too excited about the marriage

anyway. christine wakes up and he's composing some music and she's like. huh. wonder what he looks like under his half face mask. and she yanks it off and reveals The Horror. which has a couple ways of showing itself depending on the show. sometimes he has brain showing. sometimes he just looks like todoroki from my hero. anyway he's fuckign MAD and yells at her before calming down. and then he just takes her back so she can "find the man behind the monster". this makes more sense in the book. anywya

cut to the next day. the new owners are Not having a good time because primadonna 1 (carlotta) quit and primadonna 2 (christine) is missing. and they get a note from the phantom saying not to worry and that christine is safe and won't be coming back. until carlotta shows up and she's MAD and she's like "i got a NOTE telling me to QUIT? so i won't quit <3" and raoul shows up and is like. hey guys where the fuck is christine. and then madame giry and meg show up with the final note from the phantom (he sends a lot for the record. mostly asking for money) where he says he's giving christine back but she needs to be cast as the lead or "a disaster beyond your imagination will occur". the directors ignore this and cast carlotta because carlotta threatens to quit. again.

anywya opening night is going fine until the phantom starts yelling. and he's MAD cause there's someone sitting in his booth. so he makes carlotta croak like a frog cause he thinks it's funny. and also he crashes the chandelier. also because he's mad. and also he's killed someone. oops. he's got some issues

christine gets freaked out and drags raoul to the roof to confide in him about what happened when she went missing (the phantom secretly eavesdrops on this). and raoul promises to take christine away and they sing about love and like. this song genuinely makes me cry. it makes me fucking lose it. "love me, that's all i ask of you" GRBRGGRRBRRGGRRRBRRRR. ok. they go back inside. and yknow how the phantom was listening. well he's a little mad christine doesn't want to kiss him. so he vows to make them "curse the day [they] did not do/all that the phantom asks of you" Do you see the parallel. raoul and christine's relationship is ultimately selfless; they ask only one thing of the other VS the phantom and christine where he expects her to follow his rule Shakes you like a bag of beans. Do you get it.

okay intermission. comes back and a few months have past. christine and raoul are engaged to be married. they got a new chandelier. masquerade is a fucking banger. and basically everyone's having w good time till the phantom shows up and is like. heyyy bitches. i got another note for you. and he makes a vague threat about christine

they read the note. phantom demands they play his don juan (opera about a guy that basically catfishes every girl in town for sex because he's rich. very large oversight. but you get it) arrangement. and then raoul is like. okay but what if we Kill the phantom. and everyone likes this idea except christine who's like. i miss my dead dad. so while everyone is rehearsing she sneaks off to visit her father's grave and like. kaoru hakaze song Kaoru Hakaze Song. "wishing i could hear your voice again/knowing that i never will" Crying. Wailing. Waugh. anyway turns out the phantom followed her and he's like yesssss i am the ghost of your dead father you should come with me to the dungeon again and raoul is like hey christine Don't. and christine is really fuckin sad but she returns to raoul and they go back to the opera house

anywya. plan to kill the phantom is for christine to play one of the women who don juan gets a little 😏😏 with. and so the phantom will be like I want to do that witch christine. and they have guards with guns. and it fuckin works. they sing a really horny song that slays o think. top 10 moments where i want to be the phantom (i long for the touch of a woman). anyway. they finish its chill until christine rips his mask off on stage. and like. he's a little angry. and he takes her to the basement dungeon again. also it turns out he's killed more people again.

anywya raoul is freaking out cause they were supposed to kill the phantom not let him kidnap christine again. and the opera house is in a panic. then madam giry shows up and gives him advice on how to survive the phantom ("keep your hand at the level of your eye") and meg is like i wanna help! and madame giry is like NO

anyway. now there's a mob after the phantom cause he just kidnapped a girl. and he's currently trying to get christine to marry him. remember that wedding dress? yeah well he's making her wear it now. and she's like. hey can you please let me go home. and he's like NO i have mommy issues. ("the fate which condemns me/to wallow in blood/has also denied me/the joys of the flesh" goes fucking hard though. fucking great line) anyway raoul makes it down and tries to save christine and things go Terribly wrong and so now the phantom demands that christine "start a new life with me/buy his freedom with your love/refuse me and you send your lover to his death". and eventually christine offers the phantom kindness, something hes never been given before, via a kiss, which causes the phantom to realize the error of his ways and let christine and raoul go and leave them to live their lives. also the angry mob is here now but somehow the phantom vanished before they reach his lair! the end <3

all the songs are on spotify/youtube/etc id definitely recommend listening to it. the music is fucking AMAZING and you can follow the plot pretty well just by listening. watching it is super fun but just listening sometimes. ough. Ough. also do NOT watch the 2006 movie/listen to that soundtrack it's BAD sorry i'm a POTO gatekeeper. it's the first one i watched and the uh. the singing is laughably bad sometimes

now the ALW musical is good but also funny if you think about it. because (1) the phantom is a very obvious self insert for ALW (christine was originally played by his then-wife, for instance) and (2) after ALW got divorced he wrote a uh. sequel (love never dies). in which the phantom now runs a new york freak show (mind you he spent his childhood in a freak show where he was the main attraction) where madam giry and meg work under him. and meg has a crush on him. anyway the plot of THAT is lengthy and ultimately fucking hilarious (lindsay ellis has a very good video about it) but my favorite parts are uh. 1) the 8 minute ballad about christine and the phantom having sex 2) the actor for christine's son was originally supposed to be incredibly musically gifted (hence how the phantom realizes that gustav is his son and not raoul's) and that realization was supposed to happen after gustav plays his own composition that is reminscient of the phantom's. yadda yadda. well the actor for the kid in the version lindsay ellis covered was really bad at music so they just had the kid play chopsticks and it's laughably bad. and 3) the part where uh (checks notes) meg giry, minor character in POTO, kidnaps gustav at gunpoint to commit double suicide so the phantom has to negotiate a hostage crisis ("give me the gun meg") and it ultimately leads to meg shooting christine. this makes me fucking lose it. love never dies has a less cohesive plot line that some really shitty fics i wrote when i was 12. and i adore it.

now the original novel (phantom of the opera) was written by gaston leroux. and the order of events slightly shifts but most of it is the same. and i enjoy that one even more. personal favorite events include a) the phantom stealing a horse b) raoul seeing christine get kidnapped and having to think really hard about whether she's a whore or not while sobbing uncontrollably c) the part where the persian shows up at the phantom's lair and is like "please stop kidnapping people" and the phantom is like HAHA ID NEVER DO THAT. ALSO LEAVE MY TORTURE DUNGEON. d) the very fact the phantom has a torture dungeon e) the fact christine tries to kill herself 3 separate times (once by beating her head into a wall repeatedly!) f) the many times raoul and the phantom sob uncontrollably at christine's feet while she just stares at them g) the time raoul shoots a cat while thinking it's the phantom (it's not). ALSO you may have noticed: the persian is not in the ALW musical. well that's cause webber wrote him out. and instead madame giry does what he did in the book. in the book madame giry is a comic relief character

#ask #good LORD i can talk about poto #genuinely my favorite musical. it's gorgeou #s #THANK YOU FOR ASKING LEO!!!! #god. the music is so good. i really can't overexaggerate how much i love it #long post #leo 🌸

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For the authors ask: 🍔, 🍭, 🥑, 🥠, and 🌮! Any and/or all

Thanks for the ask! These are going to be kind of hard.

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

This one is really hard! Uh...

That would be a Fantastic Beasts one (this was before SOD came out) and is that Credence/Aurelius is the magical love child of Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Through highly magical means, Dumbledore gave birth to Credence, sent him off to America with his aunt, and then thought he died when the ship went down. Grindelwald doesn't know this.

🍭What's been your most challenging story to write, and why?

That's a tie! That would All Night or a Hundred Years, and For Remembrance (Holes in the Floor of the Mind).

All Night or a Hundred Years is giving me the challenge of writers' block right now, because I know how it ends but I don't know how to get it there. It's an FB one about Percival Graves and Leta Lestrange being alive but held captive by Grindelwald. It needs to take place over the course of five years, and is confined to one POV and one room, which makes it extra challenging. I don't know what could happen for five years locked in a dungeon by Grindelwald. I'm thinking of laying a few things out and then doing a time skip.

For Remembrance was a challenge to incorporate a plant from the language of flowers and its meaning, and it was challenging to write because the initial story, told from the POV of Abigail Hobbs, was not satisfying me. It needed to be something more, and I had a self-imposed deadline to meet. It grew into a post-fall amnesia fic, and writing how that would change Hannibal's relationship with Will and Abigail was a challenge. It was also the first time I had ever written directly from Hannibal's POV, which was intimidating to me. I had a few meltdowns about it, but luckily some lovely mutuals allowed me to talk to them and give them pieces to read, and helped me get it to a place where I am just so happy with it.

🥑What are you currently working on?

Technically six stories right now, but three are on hiatus.

They would All Night or a Hundred Years, my Percival and Leta story, and it's on hiatus indefinitely at the moment.

Caraval, a Hannibal AU of the book Caraval by Stephanie Garber, where Will and Hannibal team up to play a magical game and track down Abigail. They need to win.

Untangled, a FB Tangled AU where Newt is in the roll of Rapunzel, and Tina is Flynn Ryder. Grindelwald kidnapped Newt as a baby because the flower magic Newt has fixes his magic, which was broken in a duel with Dumbledore.

The Third Day, a Hannibal AU based off the HBO show The Third Day. Currently on hiatus, because I haven't actually seen The Third Day and that's making things difficult.

Han+SPN, a Hannibal/Supernatural crossover co-written with Sarc. Sam and Dean team up with Will, a half-ravenstag, who is being pursued by hunters and needs to rescue his mate, Hannibal. Hiatus because I forgot to come up with the outline.

And The Great Red Dragon, a Hannibal knight AU where Francis Dolarhyde teams up with Will and Hannibal to save his love from a dragon.

🥠What's your approach to world-building?

If it's an AU based off something else, I lay it out how it was laid out in the source material. Otherwise, I just try to stick it in the front and lay out the facts to get that out of the way.

🌮How do you balance the desire to write for yourself versus the desire to write for an audience?

Uhh... I've never felt compelled to write for an audience. I write what I write and HOPE there is an audience. I experienced this with a critically endangered rare-pair I wrote fore. About an audience of 10 there, but I write the stories I want and get inspiration for.

Thanks for the ask! This was really difficult, but also really fun!

#ask games #ask answered

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im just so sad that my crowley/aziraphale guy crush hasn't seen s2 yet because he's deep into a hannibal obssession 😭😭

#is it normal to be deeply in love with your friend of 6 years #but known for most of your life #but so deeply repressed you'd rather tell him about your other lesser crushes to gauge if he also likes you back?

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Bloodsport

Part VII

Hannibal Lecter X Reader X Jim Moriarty SMUT!!

Warnings: SMUT, abuse, manipulation, vulgar language

This one is a looong one, also includes strong smut. You have been warned.

You were curled up in a ball on your bed. You had spent the entire night crying. Nightmares plagued you, the mans life leaving his eyes.

You didn't want to leave.

Would Will would truly hate you?

The thought caused your heart to break in your chest.

What was happening to you?

These men were sadists, criminals, heartless. You felt your mind and will swiftly shifting into submission. They were bending you against your morals and you cursed how easily it was.

You were finally able to pull yourself out from under the covers and slugglishly go down the stairs.

You sat at the table, Hannibal and Jim acknowledged your presence and handed you breakfast, sitting beside you.

"Good morning, dear," Hannibal smiled at you.

"Morning Dr. Lecter."

"What have we talked about Y/N?" His tone was playful, yet threatening.

"Right, right. Sorry, Hannibal." The name tasted foreign on your tongue.

When they sat down for breakfast you nervously began twiddling your thumbs.

"What's troubling you, kitten?" Moriarty quirked an eyebrow.

"I-I wanted to ask if I would be allowed to speak to Will or Sherlock?"

You didn't dare meet their eyes at this request, out of fear of whether this would spark anger in them.

"Y/N, look at me, please." Your gaze met Hannibal's, he placed his hand over yours.

"You may converse with your brother."

Your heart soared and a smile broke across your face. He smiled with you and you flung yourself forward, arms wrapped around his shoullders.

"Thank you," you breathed and he returned the hug.

James placed the phone in front of you, a hint of jealousy in his eyes. You waited for the voice to answer, when it did, your heart leapt with joy and guilt.

"Hello?"

"Sherlock!"

"Y-Y/N?"

"Yes, brother mine."

"Where are you? How are you calling me?" You spared a glance up at the two men who were gazing between you and the phone intently.

They were testing you.

You cleared your throat. "I can't say . . ."

"Lovely then, so this was a courtesy call? A 'how's everything been with you?' "

You hardened at the sheer audacity.

"Is Will with you?"

There was a long pause when you knew something was wrong.

"No, I haven't seen him in a couple days. Sure he's attending to his needs and such." You nodded to yourself.

"Since I'm sure Moriarty and Dr. Lecter are listening, I shall make this brief. Mycroft and I are close and we know. You will not succeed."

"What do you know? Sherlock, where is Will and how is John?" Your voice was desperate.

"Oh, Sherlock, we already have," James said before hanging up and crushing the phone.

You sat in silence for a long while, taking everything in.

"Where is Will?" Your eyes were pleading to the two men who caused all this.

"Will has been . . . busy," Hannibal said. "Him and Dr. Bloom have grown rather close lately."

If this were a movie, this would be the part where your heart shatters, where you break down into sobs in the rain.

You did in-fact feel heartbreak, but no tears were shed. Instead, you stood and went up to your room, placing the armchair in front of the door for the rest of the evening.

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James entered later on, easily pushing the door open to examine your form on the bed. You were sitting there, staring at the wall.

He sat beside you, you made no movement to acknowledge his presence.

"Why was I really roped into this?" You asked after a moment. His eyes seemed to going and he shrugged. "We all must setup our pieces. You were special to Sherlock."

Were

That phrase made the need to cry more urgent, but you halted it for a moment.

"I still am, he is my brother."

"Then why hasn't he come for you yet? Why wasn't he happy to hear from you? Sherlock only cares about the chase. Would you like to see how naughty Will has been? I can show you the cameras-"

"Stop." Your tone was hard, cold, and pleading. You could only take so much.

He continued to push you.

"It is hard, learning sentiment is only temporary. The people who promised to stay with you were only using you as a means to make themselves feel something."

"As if you aren't keeping me around for entertainment," you snapped. You stood and went to walk out, but he mirrored, blocking your path.

"I admit, you are fun to watch and observe. But I merely want to show you the truth, that's all we've ever done, bring to light what is hidden." You could subside the tears no longer, they fell heavily.

"Come now, the quicker you come to terms with the fact they don't love you, the easier."

"Shut up!"

"You were an inconvenience to them, a project to take care of. Not here, you aren't." He reached for your arms and you yanked them away.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Anger consumed your hysteria.

Something changed in his gaze and he lunged, slamming you against the wall, your wrists pinned above your head, bodies pressed together.

James smiled as you gasped in fear.

He leaned down so your lips were barely brushing.

"Why don't we have some fun, kitten?"

His lips met yours and your insides were set on fire.

His kiss was full of hunger. He dropped one hand down to dig his fingers into your hips, you gasped, he took the opportunity to shove his tongue in and explore your mouth.

You whimpered at the confusing feeling.

You didn't want to want him as much as you did.

He pulled away and kissed your jaw. He gripped his hands under your thighs and pulled you up so your legs wrapped around his waist.

His erection rubbed into your core making both your breath quicken. He rubbed more against you for a moment, then stopped.

"Let's take this elsewhere."

He carried you to his room where he threw you down onto the bed, you pushed yourself up on your elbows, trying to crawl backwards. He grasped your ankle and yanked you back, crawling on top of you, straddling your waist to keep you pinned with his weight.

He grabbed your face and resumed kissing you while his hand massaged your inner thigh. You involuntarily whined, causing him to smile in the kiss. He moved his mouth down to kiss your neck. Your core vibrated in pleasure as he started sucking more and more, leaving hickeys all over your neck.

You were biting down hard on your lip to keep the noises from escaping.

He looked at you, amused.

"Playing the quiet game?" He chuckled, then leaned in again. "Honey, I'll have you screaming my name by the time I'm done with you."

"Wanna bet?" Your gaze was challenging and his grin widened.

The door opened and you both turned to see who entered.

Hannibal stood there with a smug expression.

"Good, you're here!" James laughed. "How would you like to help administer a punishment?" Hannibal removed his shoes and jacket before pulling off his tie as he walked towards you.

James caught on and gripped your wrists, forcing them above your head. You tried to struggle but Hannibal grabbed one wrist, using the tie to bind your wrist to the headboard.

James did the same with your other wrist and you struggled against the restraints, glaring up at them.

Hannibal leaned over you before kissing you.

His kiss was softer than James's, more torterous. Then he bit your lip and you gasped. He ran his tongue along your bleeding lip, while James made work of your thighs, massaging them and making his way up to where you craved him most.

Then you heard the tear of fabric and tried to pull away, but Hannibal grabbed your throat, keeping your head in place as his tongue explored.

His hand trailed over your now exposed tummy, tracing patterns up and to the peak of your boobs. He caressed the bra, his finger trailing teasingly around the area before slipping into the bra and rubbing your nipples.

You yanked on the restraints again and he squeezed the sides of your throat, pulling back to gaze at you.

"Naughty, naughty."

You grew lightheaded at the pressure on your throat and he released.

James got to work, he started sliding your pants down your legs, then discarded them to the side.

You now sat before them with nothing but a bra and panties.

They both stepped back and just stood there, surveying your body head-to-toe, like predators.

You shifted slightly and they both met your gaze.

Hannibal was the first to move, sliding over you and reaching his hand down to start tracing over your clothed clit. Your body tensed as he reached under the fabric and pushed your lips aside starting to trace circles within it.

"A little excited, aren't we?" Hannibal teased.

Your chest rose up and fell down rapidly, you gripped onto the bonds harshly to keep yourself from squirming.

He added another finger making your back slightly arch. He was focused on your face intently while quickening his pace at a rate that made you react.

You were growing so heated, your body feeling its climax coming as his fingers pumped you deeply. His fingers withdrew before you could reach your peak and you whined at the emptiness. Your body ached at the denied orgasm.

Hannibal placed his fingers in his lips and retracted them with a hum of approval.

Your cheeks heated up in slight embarrassment.

Then Hannibal removed his clothes. Slowly. Your eyes scanned every inch of him. He crawled between your legs, situation himself.

He leaned down, brushing his thumb across your lip.

"Safe word?" His words sent a shiver down your spine and butterflies in your stomach.

"Caissa," you spoke gently.

He tilted his head in curiosity.

"The goddess of chess." He smiled slightly, leaning back to line up. He gave a look your way and you nodded. He slowly slid into you making you cry out in pain. Though your wetness helped the journey.

He allowed you a moment to adjust comfortably, then he started going in and out, slowly. The pain was overcome by pure pleasure. James walked by the headboard and leaned down to kiss you aggressively.

Your tongues fought for dominance, he curled his fingers through your hair, tugging. You whined, the feel of Hannibal pushing into you deeper. He was going much faster now and you were yanking so hard on your tied wrists. You felt it coming.

Hannibal saw it. "Don't come yet," he ordered. You felt tears form at the order and nodded, holding back your pleasure as best you could.

Both you and Hannibals grunts and moans echoed through the house. Which was only heightened when James reached down to rub your clit.

Hannibal leaned down to your ear.

"Cum," he whispered. You felt your walls clench in ecstasy and you grew lightheaded as you came, everything going blurry for a moment. Hannibal kept going and he soon followed you, moaning. He fell next to you, both breathing heavy.

"Very good," he murmered, stroking the side of your face. He reached up and untied your binds, allowing your arms to flop beside you.

"Y/N, kitten, come here."

You looked over at James in the armchair and nodded, getting up with wobbly legs to walk towards him, he held up his hand and you halted.

"Kneel," he said huskily.

You paused before obeying, getting on your knees in front of his form.

He leaned forward, tilting your chin up, gazing at you intently.

"I have a . . . discomfort that needs handled." You glanced down and immediately noticed the bulge in his pants.

You leaned forward, capturing his lips again, then pulled away, reaching for his trousers and undoing them. When you unbuttoned his boxers his penis sprung from it's confines.

"Who would have guessed the sister of my arch enemy would be on her knees before me, so needy." Chills ran down your spine and your cheeks turned a scarlet color.

You started at the tip, slowly licking it, then an inch at a time taking him in. He groaned above you and you felt a newfound confidence.

Your head began bobbing up and down, taking his length in full, only a slight gag.

You continued, testing out different speeds and methods, just as you thought he was about to cum, he grabbed your hair and yanked you up, you yelped as he yanked you forward so you were directly on his manhood and he slid in with ease.

You both moaned and how deeply in you he was.

"Daddy would very much like you to continue," he mused, fingertips gripping your thighs. You leaned up and felt your body slide back down, this hurt your thighs but fuck it felt good.

He groaned and you felt a hand reach around and grab your throat, Hannibal leaned above you, then bend down in order to kiss and bite down onto your shoulder, making you gasp loudly.

James met your motions, thrusting into you, your bodies smacking together. Hannibal merely traced his hand over your skin.

Both of you came with a moan and you collapsed onto his chest, panting.

Hannibal left and returned with a wet rag, cleaning up between your legs, you smiled weakly. James began running his fingers through your hair. He stood up, carrying you to the bed where he laid beside you.

Hannibal soon joined on your other side, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"You are ours from now on, is that understood?" James said. "You belong to us alone."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." He grinned at you.

"Good."

#bbc sherlock #hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x reader #james moriarty #jim moriarty #jim moriarty x reader #nbc hannibal #sherlock #will graham #Spotify #bloodsport

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Impure AU thoughts with large age gaps: Will is Hannibal's student in some university, and seduces Hannibal for better grades.

Oh, a fave scenario! 😈🔥 Thanks for blessing my Friday morning with such a lovely, inspirational thought. I did a little something...might expand it into a fic when I get a chance... [cw: Age gap, NSFW] Pretty 18 year old Will sitting in the very front row for every one of 45 year old Hannibal's lectures...batting those long, dark lashes, showing off those big, innocent blue eyes.

Swaying his hips and wriggling his gorgeous ass every time he leaves. Staying after class to ask questions, genuinely enamored by Professor Lecter's wit and dazzled by his sophisticated handsomeness, his sexy mystique intoxicating as that spicy, manly cologne.    More after the cut...

Will leaning way too far into the professor's personal space and feeling a naughty little jolt of pleasure seeing how Hannibal’s big, strong hands tremble slightly and his breath catches. This effortlessly cool older man who is never usually caught off guard or made nervous. Yet the formidable professor blushes whenever Will comes near, tries not to meet his eyes throughout every lecture and doesn't always succeed; one time, Will licked his lips and Prof. Lecter stammered, losing the thread of his ongoing philosophical review. Had to start over again from the beginning, but then Will started nibbling on the pad of his thumb, barely sliding it, slowly, in and out of his plush lips. Lecter went on lecturing successfully, but a burning intent with an overtly scolding blaze in his teacher’s molten-gold eyes told Will he would eventually be punished for the inappropriate conduct in class. 

Will could only wait with bated breath for that day to come, meanwhile accumulating several failed tests in the course and forgetting to complete his homework. Will was usually such a very good student, and such a very good boy for that matter. What was happening to him? Professor Lecter is right in the palm of Will's hand, and Will's not sure he hasn't been just as entangled, the snare in his heart feeling -- even in his youthful confusion -- far more like love than a prelude to a later-regretted affair. But the lust is there, alright, heady and buzzing, making him dizzy.  Soon, it’s nearly impossible for Will to think of anything else but his obsessive, embarrassing, irresistible fantasies of what the professor might murmur into his ear to flirt with him, what grunted, growled obscenities Will might be able to pull from him with unskilled, novice but desperately sincere acts of reckless lust. He needs help; he's going to fail the class because he's been so busy staring at Prof. Lecter and fantasizing about being fucked over the desk that he hasn't learned one damn thing since the semester began, except for how to barely hide being excessively horny and hard. Finally, one hot summer evening when Will's thin white t-shirt is sticking to his chest and arms like glue and his heart hammers outrageously out of control, Professor Lecter looks up from the desk in his elegantly decorated, tenure-level office and his mouth drops open.   The philosophy instructor’s usually stiffly buttoned shirt collar is loose, sleeves rolled up showing off powerful arms as the fan sputters insubstantially to break the wicked heat wave that’s made the whole campus sultry and sticky. Professor Lecter drops his pen on the floor with an awkward clatter, still forgetting how to form words, and Will’s never seen him clumsy or flustered except for when he’s around.  It’s so...flattering.  Forbidden and new.  Perfect. Of course, the professor has an open policy on drop-in consultations during his regular office hours.  But for all the fierce temptation sizzling between them, this is the very first day after several months of harsh longing that feels like entire upheaval.  The first time Will’s gotten up the nerve to show up here, and now he’s gone too far to run away. Will has a plan for how he might be able to pass Prof. Lecter's Philosophy 101 after all...so he closes the door quietly behind him.

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