#yandere hannibal lecter x reader x yandere will graham

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hi there! I really LOVE your writings!! and I'd like to request too! It's okay if you're not able to do it ^_^

how about yandere hannigram react to their darling is engaged to someone else and about to move out somewhere else?

Thank you for reading this!! xoxo

You Belong To Us

Yandere Hannibal Lecter x Engaged!Fem!Reader x Yandere Will Graham

warning(s): yandere themes, hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of murder, hints of cheating, drunk fiancé

Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham were humble people. Anything they had, they earned. So, when (Y/n) (L/n) had announced her engagement, the two men knew they would need to work hard to gain back their darling. The two began to plan, making sure that their lovely coworker was none the wiser. Once the two finished planning, they merely needed to find the opportunity, and strike.

The two men invited (Y/n), her fiancé Alex, along with the rest of their coworkers to one of Hannibal’s dinner parties. Once the night of the party rolled around, Hannibal and Will were elated to see how their darling had dressed up for the event. Hannibal had made his main focus to entertain the guests, while Will made sure to separate (Y/n) from her fiancé for most of the night. Will would plant a few seeds of doubt into her, pointing out that he hadn’t seen her fiancé all night.

It eventually made (Y/n) try to find Alex so they could talk, making Hannibal and Will exchange looks before a coworker swept (Y/n) away, unknowingly making Hannibal and Will’s plan that much easier. Hannibal would have Will take over entertaining the guests before pulling (Y/n)’s fiancé aside, threatening him to break off the engagement and leave town before he had to take action. Alex, too drunk to take Hannibal seriously, shoved him away before leaving to join the others.

Hannibal let out a sigh, taking a hold of the man’s wrist and quickly dealt with the man, wrapping his arm around his neck as he choked out the man. He didn’t release his hold on him until he felt his body become completely limp. He made sure to check that the man was actually dead before bringing it to his kitchen, deciding to take care of it later long after the party had ended.

(Y/n) had spent the rest of the night trying to find her fiancé, but became more and more worried the longer she was unable to find him. She eventually asked Will if he had seen him, but Will denied seeing him except for earlier, which was the last time she had seen him as well. She then went to Hannibal for help, who silently told Will to run by (Y/n)’s house, making sure to buy him time as he comforted (Y/n), telling her that the last time he had seen her Alex, he was leaving with another woman. (Y/n) couldn’t believe it, but from how much he had been avoiding her to how drunk he had gotten, she couldn’t deny that it seemed to be the case.

As (Y/n)’s eyes began to water, Hannibal opened his arms slightly, pulling her close as she accepted his embrace. He gently reassured her, telling her that Will and himself would be there for her for as long as she needed them. He felt his phone go off, carefully checking it before seeing that Will had finished, making his soft smile grow slightly before he put his phone away, continuing to comfort her as Will returned to the party. The other partygoers asked what had happened, but had quickly been dismissed by Hannibal, who thanked them for attending and wished all of them to have a safe drive home. 

He watched as they all slowly left, while Will walked up to them, placing a comforting hand on (Y/n’s) shoulder. 

“Could we drop you off?” Will asked gently, his expression softening once (Y/n) accepted the offer.

Hannibal and Will helped her into the car, (Y/n) sitting in the passenger seat, Hannibal driving and Will in the back. The two men talked with her as they drove her home, lightening the mood of the conversation as they listened to her laugh, making them smile as they pulled into the driveway. (Y/n)’s carefree demeanor dropped as she spotted Alex’s car missing. She stepped out of the car, going into her house and began to look around, noticing that all of his things were gone. She began to panic as she finally checked the bedroom, noticing that all of his belongings were gone, and she received a text from him. She quickly opened her phone, her eyes wide as Alex threw curses at her, telling her that he had found someone else that was better than she could ever be, telling her that she would never see him again. She tried to call him but he had blocked her, tears spilling down her face as her breathing became fast. 

As (Y/n) began to have a panic attack, Hannibal called her, she answered out of desperation for some sort of comfort. He asked if everything was alright, having become worried after she had left the car so quickly. She stayed quiet for a moment before she let out a sob, all of her emotions releasing at once as she fell to the floor, setting her phone on the floor as she ran her hands through her hair, wondering what she had done wrong to deserve being abandoned by her fiancé.

Hannibal and Will joined her on the floor, Will pulling her into a close hug as he wiped her tears away, reassuring her that he and Hannibal would be there for her as he held her to him. Hannibal slowly sat next to them rubbing (Y/n)’s back in slow circles as he offered his support, watching as the girl clung to them. The two shared a look, knowing it would only be a matter of time before she would play right into their hands.

~fin~

author’s note: thank you so much for the request, these two men would do anything to earn back what’s rightfully theirs! i love reading all of your requests, so please don’t be shy to send any more ideas that you may have. thank you so much for being my lovely readers! <33

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[a-small-safe-place]

New Addition

Platonic!Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham w/ Child!Reader

You knocked on the door of the large house Hannibal had picked out for him and Will to live in. It was out of the way from the town, so it was odd to receive a knock. Luckily, it was Will that answered rather than Hannibal. The other kids in town said the men who lived in this house liked to kidnap badly behaving girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel. But this man didn’t seem scary. He seemed nice as he scolded their dogs for running out of the house.

“Hello, mister, I’m selling chocolate-covered pretzel sticks for my school and wanted to see if you would like to buy one?” You asked, trying to sound confident but sounding shaky instead. He didn’t seem to mind; he seemed happy you were there. “I happen to love chocolate-covered pretzels, but my husband thinks they are too simple to be a good treat. Let’s see what flavors you have.” He begins looking through the flavors you brought when his husband, Hannibal, silently walks up behind the other man. “Who is this?” He asks Will.

“Oh, this is… uh…” You stop him and introduce yourself and again explain why you are there. “This is quite a ways away from the town; surely you did not walk all the way here.” Hannibal questions. “No, sir, I rode my bike. I knew there were a few houses out this way, and I was determined to visit.”

Your determination pleases Hannibal but slightly concerns him. You’re an innocent child. You can’t be out riding your bike on these secluded roads. Will quits digging in the pretzel box, “I have to go get dog food anyway; I could bring you back to town. We will take the whole box of your pretzels since you came all this way out here.” Hannibal seems mildly annoyed by this. You remember that Will said Hannibal thinks they are too simple. Will leaves you alone with Hannibal to grab some cash. “Would you like to step inside? You’ll get sick out there.” Hannibal asks. You gratefully step in. “Your home is pretty.” You observe, earning a soft approving smile from Hannibal.

“Thank you, not many people your age appreciate style. Though you don’t seem like many people your age.” After he finishes talking, you try to stay quiet, and finally, Will returns, giving you the money for your entire box of pretzels. “Now I’m heading into town; would you like a ride?” Will offers. “Yes, please.” You tell him.

The ride back is quiet until he begins to talk. “Most kids avoid our house for their fundraisers. Do you know why?” You glance nervously, “I think it’s just too far.” It’s an obvious lie. “You don’t have to worry about being polite. I know there’s probably a crazy rumor about Hannibal and me.” You stay silent, but the silence is too loud to handle, “All the kids think you and Dr. Lecter like to kidnap and girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel.”

“Well, maybe that’s why I needed all those sweet pretzels, so Dr. Lecter and I could finish building our cottage made of candy.” He seems a little sad at the revelation of this rumor. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said anything.” He smiles and says, “Don’t worry about it. You could make it up to me by telling me how this rumor got started.”

“One of the boys that graduated high school last year told his little brother that he broke into your home on a dare and found human meat in the freezer, but he couldn’t go to the police because he was trespassing and he was high.” You finish explaining. Will smiles a bit, but it has a nervous edge this time, “Do you think we eat bad girls and boys?” You think about it, “no, because you had a bunch of times where you could have killed and eaten me.”

“Are you a bad kid?” Will asks teasingly. “I don’t know. I get in trouble sometimes. My house is in town away, in a trailer park.” Will knew which trailer park. It was “the bad part of town” he knew because he saw the crime statistics for that area and the number of times the cops are called out there. He had seen them the few times he and Hannibal helped with the local law. Hannibal had gotten close with the town’s political figures, and Will had basically been made into an honorary detective with the law enforcement. This town was corrupt to its core, but it was away from the prying eyes of the FBI, and it’s the only place Hannibal and Will could agree on geographically. Will’s only stipulation was that there were good places to fish.

Eventually, you make it to the trailer. Will waits until you make it inside. He cannot help but think about Abigail. He could have had a potential family with Hannibal if things had gone correctly. He was happy with Hannibal and the dogs, but something about you made him want more.

Weeks pass, and he does not bring the topic up to Hannibal. Little did he know Hannibal had been keeping an extra close eye on you. He did it under the guise of getting more pretzels for Will and then special ordering one of the unique flavors that you did not have so he could come back around to "check on the order." Will finds this all out when you see him in the store and give him the order Hannibal had placed.

"That kid from the other day gave me the order you placed," Will says placing the box on the table. "I thought you hated junk food."

"I do; they were a surprise for you. You seem to have taken a liking to the child." Hannibal observes. "They're a good kid. They kind of remind me of Abigail." The room becomes silent for a second too long. Hannibal hates it when Will brings up Abigail. "You seem to like the kid too. You went out of your way to find them to order the pretzels when there were plenty of easier options to order from." Hannibal knows he has been caught.

"They're a well-behaved child, very polite. Like Abigail." Hannibal says somewhat pointedly. "Have you thought about us expanding our family? Not with another dog, but with a human?" Hannibal asks before Will has time to respond to the first statement.

"I hadn't, and then that kid came knocking at the door, and since then, it is all I can think about. But I don't want any kid. Our kid from the trailer park seems to be the best fit; it has to be them." Will explains, hoping that Hannibal will understand.

"Then so be it; they will be our child for us to protect," Hannibal says as if this is a normal conversation.

As the two men begin to work on a plan to add you to their family, their fatherly love for you grows more into fatherly obsession. You're their kid; no one gets to hurt you. Once you're safe and comfortable in their home, no one but them will get to be around you until they know you love them just as much. Hannibal wastes no time putting your room together with all of your favorite things. They were going to make your room the same way it is in the trailer until Hannibal saw the state of your room and became disgusted by the idea of that kind of room being in his expensive house.

Will tries to make a plan to make your transition to their house easier. He finds all kinds of games and activities you are sure to love, even the ones that Hannibal is convinced are bad for your growing brain.

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[rose-lunaire]

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

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

pairing: wiill graham x reader, hannibal lecter x reader

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

(Y/B/T - your blood type)

hannibal lecter

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

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

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

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

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

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

he collapsed on the hospital floor

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

“you gave us quite the scare, doctor lecter”

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

torn between slumber and awareness, he groaned quietly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to protect and worship it like gods of ancient times

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

for them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

will graham

he was losing a lot of blood

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

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

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

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

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

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

he finds himself attached to a blood transfusion set

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

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

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

he’s deeply moved by their dedication

he can’t seem to draw his eyes away

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

“don’t worry about it”

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

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

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

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

after he left the hospital, he often called them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[differentlovelover]

I would never hurt you

Hannigram x reader

A/n:I'm finishing up this show and I just adore these two characters alot- I mean who doesn't love them?!!!

Prompt- reader got a glimpse of Hannibal's actual meat he cooks. Will and Hannibal having to calm her down easing her mind.

Cw: mentions of frozen body part,cussing, breakdowns,passing out

You find yourself wondering how you really got into this situation. You Hannibal and will are now living together and now you three are in a polyamorous relationship as well. Well for starters you and will met from the murder of your ex boyfriend, you soon grew a interest in him only because of his psychic powers you called it at first but he was more then that. Soon he asked you if you needed therapy for the trauma and that's how you met Hannibal! The rest is History really. But today was the day your realized...do I actually know my lovers?

You found yourself mopping then you got to the door. The door Hannibal told you don't worry about nor touch because it's his private room. You looked around then at the door as you reached in the lamp next to it and get the key out then opens the door. You walk in to look around as you see a freezer and some cutting instruments too. You walk over as you look at it carefully then at the freezer as you open it and pick up the packet. You stare at it in fear as you drop it and back up fast to run out only to run into Hannibal's chest face first "what are you doing in here Y/n?" His calm face stayed put but his eyes glimpse of anger. You look up at him as you shake your head panicking as you run past him and out the room.

"y/n let's talk about this darling what did you see?" Hannibal followed after you. You shakily go into the study "w-will w-we need to go! Please I'm begging you!" You cry to him as you grab his hand. He narrows his eyebrows "what? What happened" he stands "h-he has h-he has a heart-" you blinked as you look behind you to see him. Will sighs "y/n..hey hey" he pulls you into his arms caressing your head. Hannibal looked at will then at you as he observed. "I know your scared y/n..but why would he hurt you after all this time?" Will raised his eyebrow. You look at him as you mumble "w-what?" "I mean come on" he sighs gently wiping your tears "he would of been killed you." "W-will I dont-' i- don't understand?" You shake your head. He mumbles "how about you rest and we will talk when your more calm" he nods at hannibal.

You turn as Hannibal grabs you and push a cloth over your face. You fight it until the sleep takes over you. Hannibal stares down at you as he sighs gently "to soon darling."Hannibal says as Will walks over and rubs your cheek gently. He picks up your legs as Hannibal lays you down in there shared bed. Hannibal looked over at you as you rested. Will mumbles "she will be okay. I'm sure she would understand..just like Abigail did" he watched you as you layed there. Hannibal nods gently looking down at you as he rubs your cheek.

"I would never hurt you."

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[6lostgirl6]

Can you do an headcanon about Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Yandere Will Graham x Reader,please? (Poly relationship)

Yandere!Hannigram HCs

TW: yandere-trope, kidnapping, forced-cannibalism, Stockholm Syndrome 

Mentioned previously in Will’s yandere headcanons, he would feel extremely guilty about the obsessive feelings and dark thoughts he had of you. 

Hannibal is quit the opposite, he doesn’t see anything wrong with what he feels and doesn’t mind doing anything he can to make sure they had you. 

Therefore, Hannibal would heavily influence Will and encourage his obsession. Will’s guilty conscious would practically melt away quicker than if he wasn’t in a relationship with Hannibal already.

Telling him that it was natural and keeping the one you love locked away is simply because you want to make sure they were safe.

And there's nothing wrong with wanting your loved ones saved, correct?

With Will taking pictures of you while stalking you and Hannibal keeping notes about you, they basically make their own little (y/n) scrapbook.

They would team up when it's finally time to kidnap you and bring you to their home.

Hannibal is not afraid man-handling you if things went south. If you struggled or fought against them, he would quickly take you down.

Will still feels guilty of the bruise you had on your head. He hates having you hurt, especially when it's caused by him and his husband.

Hannibal's love languages are gift giving and quality time but that doesn't mean that he cannot be affectionate.

Even though Will is the most affectionate between the two, however, Hannibal is more subtle about it.

Lingering touches and quick forehead kisses are Hannibal's way of displaying affection.

Will would feel horrible about giving you punishments when you try slipping away.

Therefore, Hannibal would be the one in charge of disciplining you properly.

Most of them would be spankings and no, he is not gentle about it.

Will would definitely comfort you afterward while Hannibal would leave the two of you alone to make dinner.

Will would pull you close and whisper softly in your ear, stroking your hair while you sobbed into his shoulder.

Speaking of which, you will be following Hannibal's diet.

Will has gotten used to it already by this time, but he didn't want you traumatized by you seeing Hannibal cook.

Therefore, you are not allowed in the kitchen until everything is done.

Hannibal wouldn't tell you that you were consuming human flesh.

He's smart and knows that you would be more than freaked out if you found out the hard way.

However, he wouldnt deny it if you began to grow suspicious.

After being in captivity for almost a year, you have finally developed Stockholm Syndrome.

Hannibal and Will would be thrilled when you finally began returning their love.

However, Hannibal would know that it's simply because you have nobody else to be around and you were simply adapting to your situation.

He wouldn’t like it that you weren't naturally and truly in love with them but he would make do.

Will wouldn’t care.

They finally have your love and that's something he wouldn't waste.

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[aphroditelovesu]

Hi! I don't know if you are taking any requests, if you don't, just ignore this

Can you do headcanons of platonic yandere hannibal (2013 TV show) with a darling that looks like abigail hobbs? Can you add will Graham as well? Thank you!

<33

❝ 🍽 — lady l: I should have posted this yesterday but it ended up not being possible as a practical class in the laboratory, but here it is! I hope you like it, anon. Forgive me for any mistakes and good reading!! ❤️🥰

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, manipulation, kidnapping, forced cannibalism and mention of death.

❝🔎pairing: platonic yandere!hannigram x gender neutral!reader.

After everything that had happened between them and Abigail, Hannibal and Will had no plans on trying to care for someone else anytime soon, if ever. They were starting their life together after Red Dragon and in a calm place where there was no danger of being found by the FBI when they met you.

When Hannibal and Will first met you, they initially kept a cautious distance. Still reeling from the events with Abigail, they were reluctant to make room for someone else in their lives. However, over time, you proved to be a comforting and intriguing presence. It didn't help that you remembered her in some ways. Maybe it was your looks or your personality, but they couldn't help but find it refreshing and bizarre at the same time how much you reminded them of her.

As the days passed, you showed a unique understanding of the complexities of the human mind, something that fascinated them deeply. Your calm presence and ability to adapt to your surroundings intrigued them. Will felt comfortable around you, something few people had the ability to do and Hannibal found himself drawn to the way you thought more and more.

Your presence brought a sense of normalcy to them, something they had long lost. You brought a good feeling to them, something they had lost along the way. It was Hannibal who convinced Will to "adopt", to bring you to live with them. Will, although a little reluctant to take you away from your family, eventually accepted. That was how you became part of their family and they had no intention of letting you go.

Hannibal was the one who brought you in and Will covered for him. Although they wanted to make you part of their twisted family in a "normal" way, plans quickly changed. The initial plans were to get close to you and manipulate you, make you hate your family so that you would realize that they were the only ones who could truly care for you.

But when it became clear that you didn't seem to respond to the manipulations, they decided to take another course of action. During one night when you were walking alone, much to their disapproval, Hannibal quickly knocked you out and brought you with him. You would finally be safe with them. Will placed you on the bed prepared for you, covering you as he tended to your sleep.

You would have to accept your place quickly or there will be consequences. Hannibal is a psychiatrist, he knows that what they did can inflict trauma on you and he will be patient with you for as long as you need, but if you are too stubborn or don't respond to the mandatory therapy he will give you, he is not against using other means to make you accept your place.

Hannibal will try to be patient with you and he will, will tolerate stubbornness to a certain extent, as he understands that it may be due to the stress of being taken away from your old life, but if you are too stubborn and even rude, he will have to teach you good manners. Hannibal does not tolerate rude people at all.

Will is more compassionate towards you, he knows and understands that it may be difficult for you to accept this new reality, so he will try to be understanding with you and he is. Will will always be by your side and although it seems like a kind action to him, in reality it becomes overwhelming. There will be no privacy, because he wants to be close to you and he believes he is helping you by not letting go of you.

He will try to cheer you up, spoiling you and even making you escape punishments that Hannibal might try to apply to you. Will is no saint, but he cares about you, a lot, and he doesn't want to see you hurt, whether physically or emotionally, so he will try to help you as much as he can. But he has his limits and if you don't cooperate, Will won't interfere with Hannibal's punishments.

As the days passed, you found yourself trapped in this new reality, surrounded by Hannibal and Will, each with their own motivations and methods. Hannibal, with his sharp and manipulative mind, tried to shape your perception of the world and your own identity, while Will, with his peculiar empathy, sought to comfort you amid the chaos that had become your life. It wouldn't be long before you gave in to Hannibal's manipulations, he'll be sure of that.

They like to think that they are great parents to you, better than your family ever was. Hannibal and Will love to spoil you and take care of you, the former being the one who buys you the most material things and the latter being quite clingy. Do you want something absurdly expensive and ridiculous? You got it, but only if you are a good child to them.

You will follow the Hannibal diet and there are no arguments about it. If you are vegetarian or vegan, however, he will not force you to eat meat but he will try to induce you to do so. He might cook separate portions for you, but there's disappointment evident on his face. But if you eat meat, you will try his favorite delicacy, lamb. Will isn't exactly the biggest fan of Hannibal's eating habits, but he has no problem eating and is pleased to see you eat. It makes you more close to them when you eat human flesh, you know?

They are extremely overprotective and possessive of you and will not tolerate potential love interests. Hannibal doesn't believe there is anyone good enough for you and Will hates the idea of ​​you being taken from them. Friends they can tolerate, but only if they are thoroughly analyzed by them and if they are a good influence on you.

Any injury that would be inflicted on you by someone, even if it is a chipped nail, will not be treated lightly. Hannibal will make sure whoever dared to hurt you is dealt with slowly and painfully and perhaps served to you later and Will will stay by your side, comforting you. No one can hurt you, no one other than them.

Once you became their child, someone they truly cared about, you would be doomed. They may care for you and even love you in their twisted way, but in the end, you will truly find yourself trapped. Hannibal and Will believe that the best way to take care of you is to keep you trapped, safe with them. And you can't run away because they will catch you and if that happens, you will never see the light of day again.

It's in your best interest to get used to them, to your new family. Hannibal has no problem breaking you down for this and Will will be there to pick up the pieces. After all, family always takes care of each other, right?

#nbc hannibal #hannibal #yandere hannibal #hannibal nbc #yandere hannibal lecter #yandere platonic hannibal lecter #yandere hannibal lecter x reader #yandere will graham #yandere platonic will graham #yandere will graham x reader #yandere hannigram #yandere hannigram x reader #yandere platonic hannigram #hannigram x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #will graham x reader #platonic yandere #yandere headcanons #headcanons

[jokingmisfit]

Idk if he asks are open but if so I am on my knees BEGGING what would yan will and Hannibal do if darling moaned there name in their sleep

Ok, ok, ok, this is sooo good. I did use female parts, but if you want a male version let me know!

Moaning Sensually

It most likely happens because you all haven't found time to "play" in a bit and convincing Hannibal to deter from your sleep schedule is very, very, hard to do.

They both noticed it, but Will honestly thought he was just imagining it, and Hannibal thought it was just a once kind of thing. You've never done it before. However you kept moaning, and soon you were even grinding your hips into nothing.

God... It drove them crazy. They watched for a while. Eventually it was Will who couldn't take it anymore.

Will, will move you slowly trying not to startle you. He'll move his leg right in between yours. He positions it perfectly so your clit get stimulated with each grind you give. In your sleep you'll continue to practically hump his leg.

Hannibal was content to watch this all happen. He found it fascinating. Your reactions and Wills. However even he couldn't ignore his cock hardening in his sleep pants.

Soon Hannibal will also be playing with your sleeping body. He'll kiss and bites the back of your neck, while Will moves closer to finger your cunt.

They get so bold you'll slowly start to wake up to them having their way with your body. Your shock doesn't last but a few seconds.

When they become aware you're awake they take things one more step. Both burrowing their dicks in your holes. Despite the pain and pleasure they'll coax you to go back to sleep. Hannibal and Will will even agree to stop all attacks on your body till you drift off again.

They love the thought of you having no idea what's happening as they fuck you. If you try to move they'll hold you down.

Once you're asleep again they'll start slowly thrusting. They'll indulge in your sleepy moans and the disturbed thoughts in their heads.

The next morning you'll wake up still stuffed with their cocks. You'll be filled with their cum. You'll be covered in hickeys, bruises, and bite marks. You'll have very little recollection of what transpired.

Later Will and Hannibal will talk with (manipulate) you about this being a regular occurrence. In all honesty they just love you being so defenseless. And they love you.

#jesteranswers #hannigram #yandere hannigram x reader #hannigram x reader #hannibal lecter #will grahm #hannibal x reader #nbc hannibal #will graham x reader

[theredofoctober]

MANNA- CHAPTER TWELVE: FRUIT

Dark!Hannibal Lecter x Reader x Dark!Will Graham AU fic

TW for eating disorders, noncon, abuse, drugging, Daddy kink, implied child abuse

This is chronologically the twelve chapter

READ AFTER THE CUT...

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You ascend to your room alone, glancing back over your shoulder in the paranoia that one or the other man pursues you like night after the sun.

Neither have taken you by way of carnality since Will rutted you against the wall. It seems an unnatural strike of fortune, and one unlikely to last.

There is too much lust between these beings, hunger of such echoing depths that the sensual urge is but one chained within. Their eyes all evening have picked you to the bone like carrion set at by desert birds. Your cunt parts, empty, about the memory of Will’s fingertips; there is a sense of art unfinished, a crescendo in the crashing of keys only the hands of men can bring into violent birth.

In dread of missing the sound of their approach across the landing you lie quiet in your bed, no music nor comforting hum of the television as your night-time companions. Yet footsteps only halve the house when your captors go to bed, each in their own room, an anti-climax. 

You think of Hannibal, tossed amidst the curse of unsung ardour, then of Will, crushed under the density of an unsated sleep. Such lonely men, in their way, divided by what lies unchartered between them, and with you.

Though by now settled, the skin which Will has touched—struck—still seems to burn with him. Five fingers, the rounded oblong of a palm, a hand that feeds dogs, has fired a gun, has rocked you, fucked you. A hand that Hannibal Lecter reaches for across dead miles of darkness to know as you have, and to love what you have loathed.

Unsettled, you roll on your stomach, but the pulse you hear when overwrought seems to peal through your very bones in its jeering song.

Filth, sin, soil: you taste your shame in its salt, as you have each night since long ago. Yet before your taking for the purpose of this ritual science there had never been pleasure in it, only the experience of staring always at the edges of things. The corners of ceilings, the light at the top of a door, a wall torn to grain by the night, liminality your legacy of innocence.

With Will, with Hannibal, you cannot look away, are made to witness and to partake in every aggression and gentleness with the same focus of attention. For that is what they want, your immersion in the devil’s playhouse. For you to be a doll, a daughter, embraced after the most inclement incident into a state almost soothed.

You cry yourself to sleep, wanting such a practice of love from someone who’s never once hurt you.

*

Hunger wakes you in the night, a restless drumroll that compels you upright in its rallying beat. As you stretch, thinking morosely of the marvel it is to have gorged and still not be full, you hear someone stumble in the nearby hallway, thudding against the adjoining wall.

A fight? Some drunken struggle? An intimacy overheard? No—

There is but a sole pair of scuffing footfalls on the floorboards beyond, too unbalanced to be Dr Lecter’s.

In consternation you go to your door and try the handle. It gives way easily under your hand, allowing you to peer out into the black mystery beyond.

Will lists against the right-hand wall, his eyes glazed and rolling under twitching lids. As you stare, abashed, his limbs fall under him, and he sprawls thrashing in unconscious spasms of animation.

There is blood on his face where he’s bitten his tongue, ebony in the negation of light. An oil spill on a seabird, drowning. A splash of mud on a bog's sunken dead.

You should let him suffer, step over his convulsing form and dart for nearest open window or outer door, but horror shakes you senseless of the thought before it takes full form.

Will’s fit continues, throwing the young man’s slim frame about like a machine caught in the throes of grim malfunction.

God help you: you pity him. He is human, and you are, as well.

“Will?” you say, stepping gingerly towards him. “Daddy? Can you hear me?”

It occurs to you that Will’s death is also yours, your lifelines enmeshed, a symbiosis in which only he would survive your parting. You kneel with your palms hovering over him, recalling very little that you know of First Aid, and entirely terrified of making him worse.

Hannibal’s voice comes from your left, uttering your name with a softness that somehow bears all the authority of a bellowed command.

He steps up quickly behind you, his hair disrupted from its usual tidy arrangement.

“Will’s having a seizure,” you say, in despair. “I don’t know what to do.”

“I’ll help him,” says Hannibal. “Go back to your room.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded by his apparent calm.

“But—”

Again Dr Lecter says your name, without raising his voice, or with any particular emotion. Yet you scuttle back the way you came, jarred by the suggestion of temper in that subtle repetition.

You hear Hannibal calling to Will, the sound of him lifting the other man and carrying his dead weight back to the spare room. The door closing, the subtle murmur behind it of Will rousing, his friend's soft, reassuring reply.

Silence, as of an exhibition ended.

Half an hour edges by, and not once do you stop shaking despite the heat of the autumn night.

Presently a knock comes at your door, and the doctor enters, his eyes lowered in remorse.

“I apologise if I spoke harshly to you. I know that you weren’t being deliberately disobedient. It wasn’t my intention to imbue your evening with additional distress.”

“It’s not your fault,” you say, quite disarmed by the apology. “It’s nobody’s fault. I mean, I shouldn’t have left my room, but I couldn’t just not go out there and see what was going on.”

Hannibal’s expression is opaque, a mask of ivory.

“I detect a concern for Will that isn’t entirely manufactured for my benefit,” he says. “Could it be that such a little cynic loves something other than her hunger?”

“What choice do I have but to care about Will?” you ask, shrilly. “What’s wrong with him?”

Adrenaline runs so high within you that you see the room on a tilt like some demented circus mirror reflection.

“What’s wrong with him?” you ask, again.

This time Dr Lecter answers, his tone low and even so as not to incite further upset.

“I suspect that Will is suffering from a combination of stress and fatigue, although I can’t deny the possibility of a neurological disorder.”

“Jack said he was sick,” you mumble. “And the other night, when I— you know. He looked awful.”

Will's face is punched into your retina like a flash of light, all blinding awfulness.

“And he’s been getting so angry with me,” you say, in a panicked rush. “Even though sometimes he’s almost nice. Is that why? Because he’s not well?”

“Will’s health has certainly contributed to his recent outbursts,” says Hannibal, smoothing your rumpled coverlet with fastidious hands. “The absence of control he feels amidst his fever leads to acts of impulse, particularly when in an environment he’s uncertain of, or feels threatened in.”

“I’m not threatening him,” you insist, hotly. “How could I?”

“I don’t mean in the literal sense. Will has very few close confidants, and those he possesses he guards dearly— that, or it is he himself that Will defends against his competition.”

You look up sharply, and Hannibal smiles, all benign conspiracy.

“Yes, little one. Having considered your thoughts on Will's dislike of you, I suspect that he also fears you may supersede him, or else share intimacies with me that he alone would otherwise possess. Yet Will’s envy is more complex than mere romantic ire, for unlike other rivals he has contended with, Will finds himself in the position of dizzying power over you.”

Dr Lecter pauses, his head at a rueful incline.

“For my part, I admit that it was rash to elect Will as the disciplinarian between us without taking all factors into account. It seems that I underestimated how antagonistic your relationship would become as his immersion in your treatment progressed.”

This you do believe, at least in that the doctor’s dissuasion of Will’s most outrageous verbal lashings is clearly genuine. Your bickering, in its familial likeness, he enjoys: an outright skirmish, repellent it its indecency, he does not.

“As you’ve indicated,” says Dr Lecter, going about your room to address its customary disorder, “Will’s becoming aware that his resentment is not entirely warranted as he finds himself increasingly sympathetic to your case. Such feelings are at odds with his desire to be alone in my company— an intricate conflict for any mind, let alone one so fiercely ablaze.”

“Ablaze?” you repeat. “What do you mean?”

“If my suspicions are correct, then Will’s condition may have been agitated by the ingredients in various dishes served in my home these past few weeks. The symptoms are closely matched to Will’s behaviour— disorientation, loss of consciousness, personality changes, mood swings. It’s unfortunate that I didn’t notice this much sooner.”

There is something performative in Hannibal’s guilt, his unshed tears like the glass eyes of a taxidermy animal. He’s known of Will’s ailment far longer than he suggests, and as he turns his back to close your chest of drawers you feel relieved, no longer forced to entertain this show of lies.

“You mustn’t mention any of this to Will until he’s received a formal diagnosis,” says Dr Lecter. “It may be that he’s simply mentally unwell, which would be a far more complicated outcome to navigate. But what you’ve seen of him lately is merely a conjunction of symptoms and heightened territorial emotions. Will’s true self you’ve yet to meet.”

The assurance is of little comfort to you, being that the nearest you’ve come to perceiving Will at his most natural and honest is in his private conversations with Dr Lecter. Through these you’ve glimpsed a complex creature, one that approaches evil with a newborn’s chary exploration.

You want to believe, for your own sake, that the sensitivity you’ve received from him sporadically evidences the continued persistence of his soul. Yet you cannot decide if he began a good man, changed through Dr Lecter’s influence, or if he’s always been a hunter, each kindness a flash of marsh fire luring you to drown.

The image of Will—twitching, defenceless—ultimately overrides this dilemma of thought.

“So what do we do now?” you ask. “We have to help him.”

Pleased by your concern, Hannibal leans across the bed to kiss the downturned corner of your mouth.

“I’ll reschedule tomorrow’s appointments so that I can tend to him. Will needs rest, first and foremost. As for his role here, it would be safest for him to delegate the majority of his more strenuous duties until he's recovered. I’ll continue them, in his stead.”

Choosing not to linger on the implications of this, you ask, “What about me? What can I do?”

“Healing Will is not your responsibility, little one.”

“But I’m making things worse,” you say, fretfully. “I know it. How can I make him like me?”

Not without humour, Hannibal says, “You can begin by tempering that sharp tongue a bit. Like Will, you rarely attempt to sweeten your words. I’ll never encourage you not to bite, but it is important that you roll on your back when we bid it. You must be our good girl, above all else, or if not good then charming, at the very least.”

You roll onto your side, crushing your face into a valley of pillows.

“I guess I really haven’t been playing along enough,” you mutter.

Hannibal chuckles.

“Not nearly enough, for all your promises. But it’s early days yet, sweet girl. We’ll see how you are once we're used to one another.”

*

 

Morning comes rudely, stalling the excitement like an opera’s intermission.

You take breakfast with Hannibal, only distracted from the usual struggle of eating by the presence of Will’s vacant seat. Having thought of him without respite for hours you’re in state of nervous delirium, your flinching knee a seismic force under the table.

“I want to see Will,” you blurt out, at last. “I want to see if he’s alright.”

“I’ll be taking a tray up to him in a few minutes,” says Dr Lecter, scarcely bothering to hide his delight in this new interest. “Don’t ask him too many questions. No doubt he’s feeling somewhat delicate this morning.”

You watch as Hannibal prepares a separate meal for the other man, cutting fruit and stewing tea leaves with loving ceremony. When he puts a strawberry to your lips you take it, your tongue rasping the juice gamely from his fingertips.

The shock of the previous night has amputated your mulish declination to humour him; even the disgust that meets your every concession is hushed, made redundant by a renewed vow to leave this house on soft feet rather than screams.

Other women have befriended their keepers and lived, as will you, if you can bear to pander to Dr Lecter as long as they.

*

Accompanying Hannibal to Will’s room you find that you’re oddly excited, even gleeful in anticipation of the visit. You’re taken with the notion that his seizure will incur some unknowable change, though whether in Will himself or the dynamics of the households you cannot predict.

Never have you seen him so utterly fragile, the dilapidation of a man. You think of a child, foisted on a detached father by a mother Will had never seen fit to name.

Will he be ashamed that you’ve seen that self so clearly? Will he be angry, indifferent, or else fear the power his weakness allows you as though your thumbs press deep in the fluttering dell of his very throat?

There is another possibility, however, the one your morning-fresh hopes hang onto by their nails: that he’ll remember how you’d crouched at his side and called to him as he shook in the darkness.

“Wait here for a moment,” says Hannibal, as you crowd up behind him at Will’s bedroom door. “I’d like to speak to him alone first.”

You hang back as Dr Lecter goes in, pressing your ear to the door the moment it shuts at his back.

“You’re awake,” says Hannibal, simply. “How are you this morning?”

There is a pause as he sets down the beautifully arranged tray somewhere in the room.

“I feel like I could sleep for another forty-eight hours,” says Will, his voice thick and slightly nasal, a sickbed tenor. “I should probably get up and head home. I need to check on the dogs.”

“I called Alana and asked her to look in on them,” Dr Lecter replies. “It’s inadvisable to drive in this condition. Try to eat. You’ll revive much quicker if you line your stomach with something.”

“Yeah, well. I can’t make any guarantees of keeping it down.”

You hear the metallic scraping of a fork about Will’s plate and writhe in envy. Even unwell he eats without thought of the fat that disallows your enjoyment of any meal. You live vicariously through him, in that moment, imagining the liquor of fruit across his tongue, the forbidden pearls of white sugar.

What you’d give not to be a slave to thinness, the goal whose end will never form.

Hannibal says, "Present issues aside, I can't help observing that you've been conflicted, as of late, Will. One might even say confused."

"Have been since the start of all this,” says Will. “The clouds still haven’t cleared. A bilious forecast.”

"Yet you've no wish to abandon this project for brighter climes."

Will gives a little snort of derision.

"I'm too enmeshed in this household to extract myself now. The night I first touched her was my signature at the end of the page. Indelible ink. No taking it back."

You flatten your face to the door so as to better interpret Hannibal’s silence.

"You feel a genuine duty to our little one, for all your misgivings,” he says, at last. “I was beginning to question if I’d made a mistake."

"She's abrasive,” says Will. “Not exactly malleable. I believe you know what you’re doing, but on paper it seems like an ill-fitting adoption."

"Children are reflections of their parents, and so far she’s shown herself to be a mirror of you. Towards me she is cool, distant, and distrustful. With you, there is an attraction of sorts. Not sensual, nor even familial, but it’s enough that, in spite of your every rebuttal and harsh word, she’s beginning to develop something of a rapport with you."

Laughing tersely, Will says, "Not sure I see it."

"You don't allow yourself to,” says Hannibal. “But you’re aware of that truth, all the same. Each time you relent into even momentary tenderness you turn against her in savagery that is vastly unearned.”

“You asked me to punish her,” Will says, sharply. “Encouraged me to— relish it.”

The admission does not move you; these men have knifed ecstasies of you like oyster flesh enough times to have indicated their tastes.

It is the why you listen for, the object they skirt about with the same flirting avoidance of a tryst that cannot be.

“I’m not referring to punishment,” says Dr Lecter. “This I have openly supported. It’s how you address our charge that’s beginning to make her feel displaced.”

“Are you criticising me, Dr Lecter?” asks Will, with a smile in his voice.

“Certainly not. I’m merely observing a pattern of behaviour, and its impact upon my patient.”

To this Will says nothing, but the tension between the two men is as visible as the door that stands between you.

"If you yearn for the hours that you and I once spent alone, I'm able to accommodate by replenishing that time together,” Hannibal says, at last. “But the blame for that neglect is solely mine. I've foisted our little one upon you without consideration of what response such an abrupt change would elicit."

"You don't have to apologise,” says Will, as surly as ever. “It’s an adjustment. I’m getting used to it.”

Your ears catch the delicate action of him lifting the tea cup on his tray, then of setting it down again.

“I spoke to her alone last night,” he says, abruptly. “Told her of my intentions to stay part of this. For a moment it felt like we connected. Like that was the promise she was looking for. But when I refused her something she wanted, she accused me of being ‘like him’. I figured you'd know who she was referring to.”

“Yes,” says Hannibal. “I can make what I imagine is an accurate guess.”

“Whatever parts we try out here, I don’t want to become the unnamed shadow that stands at her shoulder. It made her the way she is. There’s a tastelessness to that kind of evil.”

"I know. It’s more than apparent that you repel her less through genuine hatred, and more through the necessity to protect yourself from what it would mean to know her, and for her to know you in return.”

As Will replies you hear the huskiness of genuine emotion forced out between gritted teeth.

“All this would be a wasted effort if she were ever taken from me.”

“That won’t happen again,” says Hannibal, at once. “The pillar of salt left when you looked back at Abigail will never form with our new charge. When our second daughter turns to me with the same thirst for intimacy she’s developed for you she’ll be, at last, our Chloris, the nymph turned mistress of flowers."

He speaks with such tender compassion that it starts an ache somewhere in the underwing of your ribcage. What necromancy he conducts here to wake your dead and mangled innards into a living heart you cannot guess, only fear the compassion you’re capable of towards such creatures as would destroy you.

"Our little one would like to speak to you, it seems,” says Dr Lecter, closing the previous subject with a seamless finality. “Should I let her in?”

Will shifts uneasily on the bed, creaking its springs.

“She asked to see me?” he asks.

“She did.”

You imagine the younger man scraping a tangle of hair back from his temples as he gathers his thoughts.

“Where is she?”

Thus your cue to enter announces itself: you open the door, peeping at its edge, oddly shy.

"Hey,” you say, in a semi-whisper.

Will is as grey and moist with feverish sweat as deep-sea stone. His vast eyes nest in violet shadow, the whites a thread work of capillaries.

You pity him, this shambling experiment of Dr Lecter's creation, one of many, no doubt.

"Hello,” says Will, dully. “Sorry about last night."

Edging into the room, you allow Hannibal to slip discreetly away behind you with a light pat on your shoulder.

"Are you okay?" you ask. “How are you feeling?”

"Tired, mostly,” says Will. “I'll get over it. Need to. I’ve got a case to work on."

He scrutinises the half-empty tray before him from under lowered lashes.

"I'm surprised you helped me. You could have run off. Hit me over the head with one of Dr Lecter's vases."

"I wouldn't do that,” you retort. “You even said so. That I— can't."

"No, but you could have gotten away. So why didn’t you?"

There is no surprise in his voice, nor even suspicion, which you’d expected. He merely sounds ill, and trying to be interested, in spite of it.

“I don't know,” you admit. “I felt bad for you, seeing you like that. I didn’t want to leave you."

A weary cynicism twists Will’s features into momentary ugliness.

"You were afraid of being alone with someone you could never hope to understand without me."

"Not just that,” you insist, alarmed by the truth of the insight. “I was scared for you. Really. You should go to a hospital. You need tests. Meds. Scans and stuff, maybe.”

Will searches your face with eyes like dull rain, and some of the guardedness falls away from them.

"If it gets any worse, I will,” he says. “Just not today.”

You see how much he detests his own weakness, the potential to be devoured like an animal fallen in a savannah. If you strike, he will struggle, and sick as he is, you will lose.

So you offer him the gift of submission instead, the cunning exertion of a child's mite power.

"Okay, Daddy.”

You feel rather than see Will straighten in response to the word.

"Don't think I'll ever get used to that,” he says. "It’s alright to use my name. There aren't any rules against it."

"No, but he wouldn’t want me to.”

“When have you ever cared what Dr Lecter thinks?”

Shrugging, you mumble, “I guess I’m just sick of fighting all the time.”

The sick man scrutinises at you for so long that you hop from foot to foot in discomfort, itching your sole against your calf.

“It’s going to be hard for me to trust you,” says Will. “You’re probably just going to pretend until you see an avenue to get out of here.”

“Everything’s pretend, here,” you say, smartly. “Nearly all the conversations in this house are about myths and dreams. Dr Lecter talks about them like they’re real, or something.”

Amusement lights the sunken dark of Will’s gaze.

“He finds their philosophies more valuable than the moral structures most people follow.”

“And me?” you ask. “Am I valuable to him?”

Being that you’re still convinced that your worth to Dr Lecter is entirely reliant on Will’s continued interest, you only ask to discern if he himself understands this, or if he believes Hannibal would love you of his own accord.

With a tired caution, Will says, “Right now, I think you entertain him. What else he feels about you I don’t know.”

“And what do you feel?” you persist. “Still don’t like me?”

At this the young man laughs and shakes his head.

“Ask me again once I’ve gotten to know you. If you can agree to a truce, that is.”

“Fine,” you say, and you put out your hand for him to shake. “Truce. Let’s try that.”

With a wry grin Will accepts, letting go almost at once with a sharp inward breath.

“You’re freezing!”

“Haven't you noticed?” you say, hastily stuffing the offending hand under one arm. “I always am.”

It’s an unfavourable symptom of your hunger, this blood and touch of ice. Under even the sweltering gasp of summer’s heat you’ll shiver, knock-kneed, and suffer at the slightest feather of a draught.

Still, that cold affirms you. Were you to be warm again you’d hate yourself, having regained enough of the weight your system craves to regulate its heat.

Glancing up, you notice Will examining his own hand as though he shares your temperature, his fist a twin to frost.

"Come along, little one," says Hannibal, materialising in the doorway again. "Will needs more rest. Perhaps you’ll see him later on.”

But by late afternoon Will has dragged himself home without saying goodbye, and as before his absence eats a crescent into the house.

*

Some days later you pass an evening with Hannibal like so many others, yet unlike for the new state induced in you through his medicinal enterprise.

You're accustomed to the concoction of drugs that regresses you to a needy youth, the sleepers, the stimulants, the tea that lowers you from the electric heights of righteous hysteria into something slowly numb.

Yet whatever element comprises the pill flushed down by water from today’s gently tipped glass elevates you to orbit a heaven above you, so removed from your imprisonment that you observe all below with an objective eye.

Dr Lecter has bestowed upon you the rare trust that you may eat without prompting or assistance, and you have done so, temporarily rescinding your disordered agitation to a mycelium half-dream.

Thus entranced, you watch yourself drape the tines of your fork back and forth across your half-eaten plate, enthralled by patterns on the porcelain that are not there.

Your eyes drift repeatedly to a painting on Hannibal’s wall, mounted coyly for any dinner guest to comment on.

Naturally, you’ve seen the piece many times before, and have been, in turns, startled and disturbed by its subject.

Now you find yourself dully intrigued, as you were by the Japanese prints. This attention does not go unnoticed by Dr Lecter.

“What is it, little one?” he asks, intently. “Do you have an interest in art?”

“I don’t know,” you say, confused by the banality of the question. “It’s just this picture. Isn’t it... rude?”

Hannibal smirks, eyeing the image with a fond appreciation.

Its focus is a supine young woman, draped, half-naked, on a rumpled bed towards which a curious swan approaches with its curved neck bowed.

Likely it is the original painting, procured at auction, its price unimaginable; all things in this house are ripe with expense, even you, its demanding charge.

“Artistic nudity is only considered rude by children,” says Hannibal, blithely, “or else by shallow and ignorant adults. Does the depiction of genitalia offend you, my darling?”

You gaze up at the cowrie of a cunt under its shadow cap of hair, pinkly presented on spread silk, and think how often your own has been arranged likewise for Will or Hannibal to admire.

“Why is it in this room, specifically?” you ask.

You struggle with the syllables of the words, spitting the sibilants in a manner unbecoming of so distinguished an event as dinner with Dr Lecter.

“Doesn’t it put people off their food?”

“I find it makes for an amusing conversation piece,” says Hannibal, pouring himself another generous glass of wine like the blood of some celestial giant.

You attempt to grimace, none of your muscles quite taking to the motion.

“I don’t think it’s funny at all. Just creepy. Sad.”

“Are familiar with the story of Leda and the Swan? Zeus, a virile and insatiable God, looked upon the queen of Sparta and desired her. So, in order to seduce her, he transformed himself into a swan so that she would be fooled by his beauty and appearance of vulnerability to take him to her bed.”

“He tricked her,” you say, quietly. “He didn’t seduce her, at all.”

Dr Lecter’s face scarcely moves, but there is something of laughter in the lines of his strange beauty.

“So it’s the deception that unnerves you,” he says. “The pretence that he was an innocent creature rather than the all-powerful and lustful deity he truly was.”

You nod, not wanting to admit that you see your own face mirrored in the brushstrokes of the damned queen.

Prophet-like, Hannibal interprets the gesture with flawless vision.

“You empathise with Leda. Recognise the parallels between her story and your own.”

“Is that why you put it there?” you retort, emboldened by the miles between you and the girl slumped in the dining chair. “Because you think you’re the swan?”

“The bird is a shield for the truth, remember,” says Hannibal. “So what would the swan be, in me?”

Dropping the fork with a discordant clatter, you consider.

“The polite, handsome doctor,” you say, at last. “You fool everyone: Jack, Alana Bloom. My parents. They would never have left me here if they knew what you really were.”

Hannibal turns his head at a slight angle, as though by doing so he might uncover some mystery in your face.

“And what am I, little one?”

“I... don’t know,” you admit; a killer, certainly, though there is more to him even than that. “There are a lot of things you’re hiding from me.”

“Tell me your perceptions, then. There’s no need to spare my feelings; after all, you so rarely do.”

Amidst your mushroom-made divinity, you are fearless in your answer.

“You’re a bad person. You’ve done things that would get you into a lot of trouble. Hurt people. Not just me. Not just Tobias. And you don’t feel bad about it. You think that everything you do is right, somehow. Like you should be allowed to do it. Like you’re the gods in all these stories.”

Hannibal absorbs this with the silence of having been sated by your answer.

“And what about Will?” he prompts, some moments later. “Is he, too, a starving monster under the cunning guise of a tender animal?”

“No,” you say, with less certainty. “He’s... sick. You're using him, making him think that this is what he wants.”

Your captor laughs over the rim of his wine glass.

“That’s where you’re wrong, little one. The Will you think you see is only one wing of a swan. Soon, you will glimpse beyond that fragile veil, and feel the mythic need of all immortals to plunder from the weak, merely for the pleasure of knowing that they can.”

A sudden sadness tugs you back to earth like a choke chain, iron-like the lump in your throat.

“So you don’t want to help me, after all,” you mumble. “It really was all a lie.”

Taking your hand across the table, Hannibal presses a thumb to the pulse at your wrist, a soothing motion.

“Not at all,” he says, firmly. “I’m quite fond of you. I wish you to be strong. Each time you find yourself resenting Will and I you must remember that Leda did not die after Zeus bedded her: she became a mother. In you, I seek another outcome. More than one, and not all of them so horrible as you imagine. There will be beauty in this conversion, as well.”

You gaze at him with disbelieving eyes, close to rejecting the hope he grooms in you.

“What other outcomes are you looking for, Dr Lecter? How can I become all the things you want if I don’t understand them? What’s really going on?”

Hannibal kisses your knuckles and places your fork back into your hand.

“Nothing you need to think about at the moment,” he says. “Now, finish what’s on your plate. I’d like you to move on to dessert.”

Just like that, you are his little girl again, the moon having passed across the sun.

#tw eating disorders #tw noncon #tw rape #tw fatphobia #tw anorexia #hannibal fic #yandere will graham #yandere hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x reader x will graham #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x will graham #will graham x reader #manna fic

[pinkslashersimp]

i had a request in mind!! yandere! poly! will & hannibal after the fall (in an au where they moved out of the country and start a completely new life) with a very ditzy/oblivious but angelic s/o? maybe they accidentally bumb into them and are smitten! how would they go abt courting them? would they end up taking them for themselves after their obliviousness towards their obvious feelings for them? i love your work sm!!!

Thank u!:)

Will wasn’t on my character list at the time this was requested but, for you, (and because i’d like a challenge) i will give you some quality hannigram drabble content <3

excuse me for any errors at all, i’ve been a little preoccupied but hopefully this is up to standard:) i’ve tried to write best i can for will

TWS: yandere behaviour, murder, kidnapping, reader is GN and lowk a fucking dumbass

Yandere Hannigram x ditzy oblivious s/o🌷💗

Okay so let’s say you meet in your local grocery shop, you’re completely minding your own business scanning the shelves for free range eggs when you accidentally bodyslam bump into Will, who was standing next to you the entire time (also mindlessly scanning the shelves for eggs). Which sends you straight onto the floor beside your trolley

Will, aside from being a little alarmed at the fact you bumped into him and fell down, is completely smitten by you. The way your facial features perfectly complimented you and matched your voice and attitude, both angelic, soft, and confident. Your gentle laugh almost had him lost in a trance as you apologised profusely, lifting yourself from the floor and explaining you were trying to find the free range eggs, then asking if he had seen any, then babbling about how you’ll only eat specific ones but you’ve always wanted to try something new and-

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! I’m y/n, I totally bumped into um-“

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! I’m y/n, I totally bumped into um-“

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! I’m y/n, I totally bumped into um-“

“Will.”

“Will, yeah! anyway sorry I really have to go, don’t want my ice cream to melt” you part with a friendly laugh, leaving the store content but a little embarrassed after your fall

Hannibal looks down at will with an annoyed look, granted, he thinks you were very polite and kind to apologise for the inconvenience, but the babbling and ditzy personality irritates him a little

Will, on the other hand, quietly pleads with Hannibal in the middle of the now empty aisle to please please let him court you and date as a three.

Hannibal begrudgingly agrees.

So they both begin memorising when you go to the shop, and when you leave, and where you live.

You see them pop up much more often than usual, giving you a warm smile and wave before one of them approaches and tries to make an alright conversation, in an attempt to flirt, for as long as possible before you have to leave them to head back home

After a few weeks it becomes apparent you aren’t picking up on their very obvious hints at all

Like, at all.

The final straw for Will was when he noticed another man approaching you on your way back home one night, obviously with ill intentions, yet you let him, a stranger, walk beside you and talk to you

To Will, the fact someone would dare attempt to steal you from him and Hannibal angered him greatly. They had to be dealt with.

So, he waits until you’re inside your home, away from the ghastly act hes about to commit, and he swiftly snuffs the strangers life out like a match after dragging him into an alleyway

Will knows he can’t take you and cover up the murder alone, so he calls Hannibal to help him take you and hide away the murder he just committed.

Hannibal is less than pleased to hear and see what Will has just done.

Hannibal obviously would’ve preferred courting you normally, your obliviousness would’ve made it much easier to manipulate you. But, alas, thanks to Will it was now too late for that.

Taking you wasn’t easy, but keeping you in the house was. Your ditziness and obliviousness made it easy to have you believe there was no chance in escaping.

Hannibal is much more distant when you first begin living with them, cooking the meals and offering you a hand on the back every now and again so you know he supports you and wouldn’t hurt you, but ultimately keeping his distance in order not to scare you off

Will, however, is much more clingy, apologising to you for what he did and explaining how much he likes and would never hurt you, kissing your hands and telling you everything will be okay

They both let you have freedom around the house since they both believe you won’t manage to escape them.

#slashers #slasher headcanons #yandere slashers #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal x reader #yandere hannibal #hannibal headcanons #hannigram #yandere hannigram #hannigram x reader #will graham #nbc will graham #yandere will graham #yandere will graham headcanons #will graham x reader

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

W: yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, disturbing actions such as kidnapping, stabbing, abuse, ooc etc+

Sorry there wasn't much "be their little girl" thing. And i just pulled whatever i could out of my ass because i absolutely did not know how to write this. I might make a better version of this in the future.

Yan! Hannibal & yan! Will x fem! Reader

What will you do?

You awokened sitting across the room as the two men who you thought you knew are talking so lovingly to each other as if they didn't have someone bound to a chair by ropes.

Your most logical instinct is to try to pry away the ropes but you knew better than that when they're right there in front of you. that would be stupid. Now the most logical thing you could do is just sit there and look pretty in order not to anger the two men considering what they're capable of.

As terrifying as it was it was quite funny as they had set up a small tea party for the three of you, although the cups were wine glasses. Calling you pet names and discussing small talk almost like acting as a family.

And looking down you realised a disturbing change of clothes. Your clothes looked similar to that of a little girl.

"Will and I have discussed our opinions of this but never thought of asking about yours, what colour of wallpaper would you like your new bedroom to be?" hannibal turned to look at you.

"I wished I would've asked you before hand so it could be a surprise but Will thought it would be rather be a peculiar question for you."

You glanced at Will who has a smile on his face and waits for your answer.

"... Uhm.. (C/N-"

"(C/N)?"

"see I told you!" Will's small laughter almost makes you forget the whole situation. Hannibal takes a sip from his glass, he has a slight look of defeat but smiles.

"well then, (C/N) it is."

You don't know why you were so calm, was it because the whole situation seemed so light hearted? But you didn't want to be here atleast you knew that and they did too.

You don't even know where to begin to start planning for an escape, you subtly positioned yourself in a way you'll feel the items in your pockets but you felt none in either of them. They kept asking questions in order to keep the awkward silence at bay, you didn't find the energy to answer them.

"Y/n, you haven't taken a bite out of your food, why's that?" hannibal asked you, almost tauntingly. Where would you find the need to eat in a time like this? Will looks a bit guilty.

They both know what you're thinking, that look on your face says it all. They're not delusional and you're not sure if it's bad or good, but they'll try anyway.

"try it, it's gonna get cold." Will smiles one more time to convince you.

You weren't in the mood nor have an appetite for this but you certainly didn't want an upset Hannibal near you. Forcing yourself to chew down the piece of food Will has fed you, it wasn't dry. It had flavor and juice but it didn't quench the dryness of the inside of your throat.

Despite the piece of meat having a soft texture, you found it difficult to swallow.

Just as Will was about to ask a question to break the silence, you found yourself unconsciously building up the courage to go and ask a question.

"why am I here?"

The already thick tension now doubled now suffocating probably all three of you at the same time. Should they just say it? Would it be a good idea to tell you it's basically a forced adoption? You looked at them. Cautiously but swiftly grabbing one of the sharp silverware placed near your plate of food with your free forearm. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, terrified they were going to hear it.

Hannibal proceeded to look at you and ask, "why are you so scared y/n?"

He probably smelt the fear and sweat in your body. At this Will stood up "can we talk privately?" Hannibal complied and moved to the kitchen.

It was a stupid decision but all you were more concerned about was getting the fuck out of here. You used this opportunity to cut the ropes around your elbows, and the ones on your ankles. It was cliché but you were glad it was.

You were about to burst tears of joy when you successfully sliced off the last rope. Your wrist was hurting from the constantly pressure and movement but you couldn't care less. Your heart dropped down to the floor when you heard their voices getting closer, you wasted not a single second and went sprinting straight to the front door.

Will and Hannibal became highly alert when they heard the dashing of footsteps. And to their horror, finding your seat empty.

Will ran after you but Hannibal stayed behind. Looking calmly at your seat and the missing utensil. Then he started walking to where you were.

You were running as fast as you could've but your body started feeling heavy and light at the same time. At the worst possible time. Until you couldn't even stand straight anymore. And you felt the frightening hands of Will.

"Y/n what were you thinking!?"

Will tried to drag you away and out of panic you pulled the knife from your pocket and rammed it into his hand. As Will yelled out in pain you heard Hannibal call out Will's name in concern.

You were absolutely scared shitless now. If you get caught you know they are not going to go easy. Adrenaline was rushing inside you but your body couldn't keep up for some reason. You were right in front of the door when a hand wrapped around your mouth and arm, ultimately stopping you so. This was it, you couldn't help but let a tear drop fall down.

"I don't like rude people. And i definitely do not like a rude brat."

You were struggling to pry yourself off of the man's grip, the hand on your mouth was removed but before you could make a noise, your vision blacked out.

When you awoke, you were greeted with the sight of an angry Hannibal and Will. That was the day and night you were the most emotionally and psychologically fucked up. Hannibal only held back because Will told him if was enough.

You never even thought of escaping again. That's okay, just behave like a good daughter and maybe Hannibal might be even nice enough to remove that memory from you.

#bruh this sucked so bad #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #yandere hannibal #yandere hannibal x reader #Yandere will graham #yandere will #yandere will graham x reader #slashers #will graham kin #mads mikkelsen hannibal #hannibal lecter x child! reader (platonic) #will graham x child! reader (platonic) #idk what to label this actually

[fruityspaceboy]

Will: You said some very hurtful things, which you can never take back… I don’t see how we can ever get over this!

Hannibal: Will, Im Sorry.

Will: *sorrowfully* Ohw that’s alright

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[untitled-writer-013]

how about yan!hannigram with a sick s/o and will is kinda freaking out because their sweet s/o is sick </3 and hannibal’s the one coddling both s/o and will now :D love ur work!

Feverish Kisses

Yandere Hannibal Lecter x Sick!Reader x Yandere Will Graham

warning(s): yandere themes, sick reader, tooth rotting fluff, slight hurt/comfort, mentions of vomiting

Hannibal and Will had fallen in love with how sweet and loving their significant other was. She always made Hannibal smile and Will feel comfortable in his own skin for the first time in a while. They made sure to return her loving attitude tenfold, spoiling her and praising her for her accomplishments whenever anyone asked about her during one of Hannibal’s dinner parties. 

Eventually, the two men wanted to take (Y/n) out on a date, and decided the newest restaurant that had just opened would be perfect. After helping each other get ready for their outing, Hannibal and Will patiently waited for their darling to finish up as well. She looked absolutely beautiful once she came down, and both men made sure she knew it before they left. They had made a reservation for the three of them, making sure they got a good seat before Will and Hannibal began catching (Y/n) up on how their work had been going as of late. 

The three enjoyed the food and wine the restaurant had to offer, and (Y/n) had decided to enjoy dessert before they returned home. (Y/n) made sure Hannibal and Will knew how much they had enjoyed their night out with them, and hoped to be able to do it again. It made their hearts warm as they got ready to turn in for the night, wishing their darling a good night’s sleep before they fell asleep themselves.

The next morning, (Y/n) woke up with a headache and slightly overheated. She forced her eyes open, spotting Will who was cuddled into her side, while Hannibal was nowhere to be seen, although the smell of eggs and toast gave away where he was. (Y/n) let out a small whimper, she felt like she was on fire with how hot she was. She managed to unwrap Will’s arm from her waist, making him wake up as he noticed her slight distress.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong?” Will asked, his brows furrowing as he cupped her face, noticing how hot she felt as she leaned into his touch, his hands felt so cold compared to how warm she was.

“Everything is too hot..” (Y/n) mumbled, making Will frown as he sat up, pressing his free hand to her forehead and confirmed that she had a pretty bad fever. He got up and threw on a shirt, telling her to not move before he went downstairs, looking for Hannibal as he stepped into the kitchen.

Hannibal was cooking breakfast for his two lovers when Will called for him, making him turn the stove down to the lowest setting before he faced Will.

“Will? What’s wrong, did something happen at work?” Hannibal asked, his tone calm but his expression held a bit of concern.

“It’s (Y/n), she has a pretty bad fever. I don’t know if she has any other symptoms, I wanted to let you know first.” Will explained, too worried about their darling to wait and see if she was feeling anything else.

Hannibal seemed to understand, turning off the stove since breakfast would have to happen at another time. He went back upstairs with Will, pausing slightly when he saw the bed was empty, Will looking around for a moment before they heard her in the bathroom. Hannibal let a small frown rest on his face as he walked into the bathroom, spotting (Y/n) throwing up into the toilet. He crouched down behind her, holding her hair back as he turned to face Will, who was standing in the doorframe of the room, gently asking him to get (Y/n) a glass of water. After a minute or two, Will returned with a glass of water, and Hannibal waited until (Y/n) seemed to finish before he had her lay against his chest. He held her in his arms, while Will gave her the glass of water, telling her to take small sips so she wouldn’t make herself sick again. They didn’t know how sick she was, but they wanted to be sure.

They stayed with (Y/n) for a while, not wanting to make her move until she at least finished drinking the water. Once done, Hannibal slowly and carefully scooped her into his arms, holding her bridal style to his chest and carried her back to bed, Will following close behind as Hannibal laid (Y/n) down, making sure she was comfortable with what she was wearing before he tucked her in, wanting her to lay down and not get up again for a while. Will couldn’t help but watch, having no idea what he should do as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, grimacing when he felt how hot she still was. Hannibal went on ahead and turned on their fan, making sure to adjust the AC as well so it wouldn’t get too cold, but it would help (Y/n) cool down a bit.

Before leaving (Y/n) to rest, Hannibal had her take some medicine, mostly for the nausea since he knew the fever was a good thing, it was her body trying to fight off whatever it was that was making her so sick. He left a bin for her by the bed, just in case she needed to vomit again. He pressed a kiss to her cheek before he left with Will, letting their darling rest as he had Will follow him downstairs.

Will couldn’t help but give Hannibal a slightly pleading look, he wanted to help their darling so badly, but he knew he couldn’t rush the process of her getting better. Hannibal saw this, a slightly sympathetic look spreading across his face as he brought Will into a gentle hug, rubbing his back as he reassured him that their darling would be alright, after all she was under the best of care. He offered to finish making breakfast for the both of them, and Will begrudgingly accepted. The two men eventually finished eating, Will helped with the dishes while Hannibal decided to check up on (Y/n).

(Y/n) seemed to have just woken up, looking over at Hannibal as he walked into their shared bedroom. He cupped her face, smiling gently as he ran his thumb against her skin.

“Are you feeling any better, cara mia?” Hannibal asked, his smile growing slightly as (Y/n) nodded, placing her own hand over his as she leaned into his touch, finding it comforting as her fever seemed to finally be coming down. Will soon joined them, worriedly asking (Y/n) if she was alright before he pressed a kiss to her forehead, glad to know that their darling was feeling better. Hannibal offers to make (Y/n) something light to eat, wanting to see if her stomach would be able to keep it down. She shook her head, making Will frown, worried about her not eating but decided not to push it.

Will thought back to the night before, wondering what could have made her sick. They had eaten most of the same things, sometimes sharing food with each other so they could try whatever it was that their lover was eating. He then realized that (Y/n) was the only one who had the dessert, making him frown as he looked to Hannibal, explaining to him what he believed to be the reason for (Y/n)’s sickness. Hannibal nodded, deciding to 'take care of it' later.

In the meantime, the two men went about their day while checking in on (Y/n) every now and then, mostly Will since he was paranoid about her health. They both even called it an early night, joining their darling in bed while not worrying about becoming sick themselves. Hannibal had (Y/n) sleep against his chest, while Will snuggled into his side and draped an arm over her. He pressed a kiss to Hannibal’s lips before pressing a kiss to (Y/n)’s, smiling as he wished her to feel better tomorrow. Although he had mostly been worried over her, he enjoyed taking care of her, he wished that next time it would be under different circumstances.

~fin~

author’s note: i am so glad that you sent in this lovely little request! it warms my heart to know that you enjoy my work, so thank you so much! someone else requested something very similar to this but with henry creel, so i may release that as well. <33

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[creepyyanderegirl]

Yandere Hannibal and Will Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Kissing,hugging,cuddling, holding,leaning against you

B=Bound (How much do they share with you) 

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you) 

Force feeding,ties you up,isolation, violence, spanking

D-Desire (How long until they take you) 

2 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant) 

Same level as you/Dominant

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you) 

Be together forever

G=Gifts (What do they give you) 

Anything and everything

H=Hell (Worst experience with them) 

Their killings,their punishments,dinner time

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you) 

10/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous) 

They make the person for dinner that night

K=Killing (How do they handle killing) 

Quick but painful

L=Language (What is their love language) 

All of them

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way) 

They can't be manipulated

N=No (To what strength would they go for you) 

They'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you) 

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)  

Love,sweetheart, darling,cutie,beautiful, sweetie,my love

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died) 

They kill themselves

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away) 

No chance

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you) 

9/10

T=Type  (What type of yandere are they) 

Obsessive,stalker,Possessive, insane,Manipulative, controlling

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes) 

Cannibalism

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back) 

Holds you down

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will) 

Force feeding and ties you up

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you) 

Nothing really

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you) 

4/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together) 

They hold you in the middle of them

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere boy #yandere hannibal lecter #yanderewillgraham #will graham #will graham x reader #will graham x hannibal lecter #will graham x you #hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x you #hannibal lecter x will graham #hannibal

[rose-lunaire]

music box | hannibal with a musician!S/O

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

pairing: hannibal x gn!reader

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

you met in the backstage of your first recital

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

“that was an excellent performance you gave us”

you nearly dropped your music sheets from shock

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

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

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

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

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

in the end blossoming into something more

you always appreciate his remarks while practicing until late at night

he’s your biggest supporter!

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

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

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

they’re beautiful, just like your mind and heart

he would do anything to protect you from critique

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

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

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

he admires you as a connoisseur but also as an artist

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

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

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

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

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

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

bound to be perfect

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

[ghostybat00]

Will Graham yandere swf alphabet.

(Situations mostly when you already was kidnapped by will, only to a to K).

(A)=Affection❤️(How loving would it be?) - Personally, I feel that Will hasn't had many partners as he's grown up, and his job prevents him from doing so even more. and also because of his autistic nature combined with yandere tendencies, he would be someone affectionate, almost all the time holding your hand, squeezing it or caressing it, clinging to you as if it were his last breath of life, I would be very nervous doing that, the PDA is also based on holding your hand or arm a lot.

(B)=Blood 🔪: (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?) Will is not afraid to fill himself with other people's blood if it is for you, he would not mind murdering or causing an "accident" to anyone who shows interest in you or hurts you, He would go and return to hell for you, according to his morals, when it comes to you he cares even less about others, no matter what.

(C)=Cuddles 💝 (How would they cuddle?)- After your kidnapping he would be very touchy, the man has spent his entire life living in fear and seeing horrible things that torment him, he needs love and a relationship to feel domestic, Thanks to this, at night he would hug you a lot, cuddling with him results in him having his face in the crook of your neck, while he hugs you tightly in a bear hug, If at this point you have already been affected by Stockholm syndrome he would like you to stroke his hair while cuddling, He also likes hugs while the both are lying in bed and one of his dogs accompanying the both.

(D) =Domestic 💍 (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)- I'm sure Will has no idea how to cook, the most he knows how to make is scrambled eggs, he almost always eats out or at home. But with you and being very paranoid to even let you out, he will try to learn more recipes and improve just for you. Like I said, he so badly wants a domestic life outside of watching crime scenes, then he tries his best to please you, I think he is clean but not obsessive about cleanliness, but still for doing everything to keep you comfortable and if you are very touchy with cleaning it will also improve that, just for you and for you to be comfortable. He only wants you, his dogs and his house in peace.

(E)= Ending 🔪 (In case you were his partner and his reaction that you want to break up with him.)- In a situation where you were already his partner and you wanted to break up, he would quickly break down emotionally, refuse and try to hug you or grab you while sobbing, if you refuse, Once again, he would end up kidnapping you.

(sorry here, we don't write angst lol)

(F)=Fiancé 💍 (What do they think about marriage? How they would propose?- Will never thought about marriage until you arrived, in general he doesn't care because he considers that the love he feels for you is already demonstrated without the need for something as social as a wedding. But if he sees that later on you have different opinion and would like a wedding, he wouldn't have a problem, probably seeing that if you would like, he would ask you to marry him at a dinner that he himself prepared.

(G)=Gentle 🌸 (How hard is it on you?)-

I wouldn't be too sure what to do in the first weeks of kidnapping. He would try to explain the situation to you in the gentlest way, the most he would do to hurt you is that if you tried to escape from the house he would pull you very hard, at most leaving a bruise on your arm, He would feel horrible seeing you but he knew that you left him no choice, other than that he wouldn't be a very hard yandere.

(H)= Hell 🖤 (What experience would be the worst for you being with him?) Seeing him angry or out of his mind, he wouldn't be the type to hurt you or kill you, but he would be capable of getting even more paranoid, killing someone close to you in front of you out of jealousy or fear, whether it's a friend or family member.

(I)= Love words 💋 (How romantic is it when it comes to sweet words?) He is not very experienced, but an "I love you" will never be missing, more comments about how lucky he is to have you, how you make him feel complete or praising your appearance. Sweet, honest words about how he would die for you, that you don't have to be scared because you have him.

(J)= Jealousy🔪 (Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?) He is very jealous, he is the type that tries to hide it but you can see in his eyes/expression how angry or jealous as hell he is. He would try to hold himself back from doing something but eventually he would end up doing something,Like a death threat or directly beating up the person That made him jealous, But in private.

(K)= Kisses 💋 (How do they much kiss You?)- Will loves kisses, especially the ones where he kisses your forehead, your hands or obviously the best, your lips, he is a sloppy kisser, he prefers to take the time to kiss you slowly and sloppy.

("why only to a to K?" Sorry i'm lazy💀)

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INTRODUCTION & OPEN REQUESTS

REQUEST STATUS: OPEN!

hello there! welcome to my blog! i used to own a slasher writing blog a while back (if yall remember a slasher lover & writer named clown, that was me!) but unfortunately lost the login. ive decoded to start writing again!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

- name/alias: clown/salem

- he/him pronouns.

- 20 years old & in university

- transmasculine & queer

WHO'S ON THE MENU?

- indigenous and disabled author

- my fav to write for is will and hannibal <3

- hannibal lecter (both SOTL and NBC)

- will graham (NBC)

- jason voorhees

- michael myers

- billy loomis

- stu macher

- charles lee ray

- tiffany valentine

- bubba sawyer

- thomas hewitt

- brahms heelshire

- feel free to ask for those not on the list too! theres more I'm happy to write for, just can't think of everyone at the moment

RULES

I WILL WRITE...

- smut/suggestive

-yandere! thats what this blog is mostly for

- dark/horror content

- any sort of mental health condition

- both femme and masc readers! unless specified the reader will remain gender neutral

- most kinks

- polyamorous or love triangles

- platonic yanderes

I WON'T WRITE...

- certain kinks (such as CNC, ddlg/cgl, anything that sexualizes age regression, anything with bodily fluids aside from blood or cum lol)

- r*pe/extreme violence to the reader

- proship content/underage reader

- anything homophobic, racist, etc

thanks for reading! i love any and all requests <3

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