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a minute more, chapter 4
pairing: L/Reader
readerâs pronouns are he/him; race is ambiguous and no physical descriptors are used.
summary: Keeping to yourself was pretty easy to do. No one at school wanted to be your friend, on account of your âdemonicâ eyes. Teachers never made eye contact; most other kids shied away from you, while the brave ones shoved you into lockers and tried to trip you up on the stairs. Even as you grew older and went to college, you still felt like an outsider. You knew a few people, but they were closer to acquaintances than friends. You preferred your solitary lifestyle. Sure, it was a bit lonely sometimes, but it suited you just fine. Even in working life, as you graduated from big lecture halls to a cubicle for a full-time job, you were always on the outskirts. As a working adult, you tended to get more basic decency and respect, if only because you worked with other adults who knew how to behave. But you were still aware of how they whispered about you, how the room fell silent the moment you walked in. Yeah. Red eyes werenât exactly a blessing for your social life. Or, well, your life at all.
Your Shinigami Eyes have caused you nothing but stress and heartache across the years. At least, until your eyesâand you, by proxyâattract the attention of a certain world-renowned detective.
word count: 18k | chapters: 4/? | ao3 version | death note playlist
start reading from the beginning here! :3
NSFW HC'Sâ Shelley, Skips/xxXShadowlord420Xxx, Dirk/Clarence, Curt&Rod (MDNI)
A/N: Formatting and tagging is harder than the actual writing part I swear... I combined a bunch of requests with this one, it was long, and I did my best to not be repetitive, I hope it's to your liking. Sorry for any mistakes as English isn't my first language:-]
WC: 3K
Hannibal with a quiet artist reader who asks him to model for him all the time as an excuse to see him? And hanni knows, so he suggests nude portraits to see how he'll react (spoilers: extremely well)
Hannibal Lecter x Artist male reader
â ď¸Warnings!!â Suggestive and slow at first, Hannibal jerks off and talks reader through it, nudity, calculated and seductive Hannibal and etc.â ď¸
Hannibal with a quiet artist reader who asks him to model for him all the time as an excuse to see him? And hanni knows, so he suggests nude portraits to see how he'll react (spoilers: extremely well)
Hannibal Lecter x Artist male reader
â ď¸Warnings!!â Suggestive and slow at first, Hannibal jerks off and talks reader through it, nudity, calculated and seductive Hannibal and etc.â ď¸

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Thinking abt m!reader getting sandwiched between vampire! Hannigram while they feed off you..
Legs draped over Willâs thighs, leaning back into Hannibalâs chest as he held your hand in a gentle yet firm grip.
Their heads on either side of your neck, Will lapping at the flowing blood like he was starving while Hannibal let it stream into his mouth, licking the occasional stray drop. Once the initial sting subsided, it was actually rather ticklish.
He felt your grip falter in his hand and informed Will that you were done for the night, to which he nodded and began bandaging your wounds. They both knew youâd sooner pass out from blood loss than cut them off (which they made sure to scold you for), hence the hand system.
Barely conscious by this point, they carried your dizzy self into bed; Will cuddling and kissing you while Hannibal cooked an iron-rich meal for when you woke up :)
A STATEMENT IN RED
hannibal lecter x gender neutral reader
synopsis: After breaking up in Hannibal's kitchen, he's certain youâll crawl backâno one could match him. Two months later, he discovers youâve âmoved onâ and, enraged, kidnaps both you and your new boyfriend to teach you a lesson.
You broke up with Hannibal in his own kitchen. No other room in that townhouse carried as much ritual, as much intimacy, than between copper pots and chef knives. Ending it there was sacrilege, which is exactly why you chose it.
âIâm leaving.â
The lamb reduced to a glaze behind him; he didnât turn off the burner. Hannibal drew himself taller, the faintest twitch in his left eyelid betraying the ripple underneath the surface. âYou are upset. We can discuss it after dinner.â
âWeâre done.â
At that, he finally faced you. The look he gave wasnât disbelief; it was assessment. You could almost hear the doors in his mind palace opening and indexing the pattern, precedent and probability of return.
âDarling,â he sighed condescendingly. âYou may wander, but you will not go far. What you and I share is irreplaceable. Youâll try to fill the cavity but you will fail. Not because I demand it, but because there is nowhere else to go that will understand you. All of you.â
heyyyy!!! i was wondering if you could write either will or hannibal x reader who bites to sooth themselves? maybe like theyre in bed, and she gets overstimulated and he lets her bite him to calm down. or maybe even something upsets reader, and when hes comforting her the only thing that stops her tears is having something to bite? anyway, im curious to hear your take on this, but no worries if you arent interesed.
btw youre the best will graham writer on here!!!
did this with hannibal because...obvious reasons haha. here you go luv! hope you like it âĄâĄ
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ŕłŕź* hannibal lecter x reader ŕłŕź* mind palace;đ đ đ
it wasn't that you wanted to hurt anybody or yourself with your habits. it was simply a coping mechanism you had relied on since you were ten, and were never quite able to grow out of it.
the habit began quite harmlessly. you'd bite the dish sponge by the sink till your mother found out and delivered a lecture on hygiene. you shifted to your plushies after that, but you decided the cotton fluffing out into your mouth wasn't any more comfort. you tried out several other things after thatâ soft things that wouldn't hurt your teeth. you tried chewing gums. but none of those helped much. you started biting the insides of your cheek, tearing off little pieces of flesh with a few bites till you bled. the pain turned unbearable after prolonged repetitive biting. it was bound to.
so, you started biting your palm. the fleshy part of your palm. it was what stuck with you. it didn't hurt much, and neither was it particularly unconventional. you liked the feeling of your canine's sinking into your hypothenar eminence. you liked the slight pain it caused, soothing your frayed heart in moments of overstimulation or distress.
DRUNKEN DISARRAY
Hannibal Lecter x Gender Neutral Reader
synopsis: You left the house due to a disagreement between you and Hannibalâjust a few days to clear your head and not make things worse. However, when you return, you find Hannibal...well, drunk.
You hadnât meant for the misunderstanding to escalate the way it did. A careless word, a sharp retort, and the silence that followed stretched too long. Hannibalâs brand of composure often made you feel like you were the only one burning, so this time you left. For space, for clarity.
Three days passed before you returned to the house. However, the usual curation of Hannibal's world was missing the second you stepped inside. The air was thick with an unfamiliar scent. Whiskey. A half-empty bottle glinted on the side table, something he normally would never leave out.
And then you saw him.
Hannibal, in disarray. His waistcoat gone, shirt untucked, hair slightly mussed. He turned at the sound of your footsteps, and the mask he always wore was fractured.
â(Y/N).â he breathed, voice slurred at the edges. He stumbled toward you, and before you could react, his arms were around you, iron-tight, his face pressed into the crook of your neck.
You froze.
Hannibal Lecter did not stumble. Hannibal Lecter did not reek of liquor. Hannibal Lecter did not cling.
thinking about hannibalâs incredibly sensitive nose and the communities general headcannon that he loves the way his partner smellsâŚ
so:
hannibal with reader who loves to wear fragrances. like has a different one for ever occasion or even just one signature scent they wear constantly. and it drives hannibal insane because he wants to smell them. and theyre not letting him.
they know what theyâre doing of course and find it hilarious to see his hopeful expression as they walk in a room smelling of something new, then his disappointment as he realized it was once again artificial. it gave them a thrill to piss him off. it pulls him to them and he, who was already interested in them from before all this, becomes obsessed. they have this man wrapped around their finger.
on their wedding day they wear their natural scent, and he damn near cries at finally being able to detect his love.
you just grin because you know he shouldnât be feeling so relieved. now that you have shown him something so beautiful, you can with hold it.

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âYouâre quite sensitive to my touch.â Hannibal murmurs, a gentle sound while he watches your stomach flinch away from his wandering hand. Your hips jolt at the smooth and deliberate contact and it sends a shock down your body. You pant, your mind momentarily dazedâ your head is still reeling back from the intense orgasm he ripped out of you with just his skilled fingers.
âA-Ah..â You whimpered out, squirming when his thumb rubs over your hip bone, holding you into place. Embarrassment choked up into your throat, the vulnerability burned like a hot knife throughout your chest. You can feel your face flush, and he admires the rare sight of you losing your typical composureâ your mind submitting to the pleasure only he could provide. And it boosts his ego immensely.
You look the most like prey when youâre like this. On your back, exposed to himâ trapped within his clutches, no one and nowhere else to turn to but him. He liked it this way. The way you looked at him with heavy lidded eyes that tried to fight against himâ but couldnât find the strength to tear away. It stirred a great temptation to ruin you beyond belief, till pretty tears streamed down your face and till his name fell out like a desperate prayer from your sweet lips that trembled so easily.
The idea dangled itself in front of him like a wounded rabbit trying to burrow in the snow from a starved wolf, and he was hungry. But Hannibal was a patient man, he did not rush thingsâ he only adjusted them accordingly, so that they could fall into the right place at the right time.
âD-Donât. Please.â You whisper under your breath, your wrists tied above your head with his own tie. You spoke as if you knew exactly what he was thinking of.
âDonât do what?â He prompts gently, his eyes savoring the sight of you beneath him.
âYouâre looking at me like youâre gonna eat me alive.â You answer. Your voice is shaky but someone would have to be a fool to not notice the way you sounded like you needed him to breathe.
He smiles, and itâs a rare, genuine smile. The kind that reaches his eyesâ itâs warm and fond. Itâs scary. âOh my dear,â He leans close to your lips, pressing a small and soft kiss, itâs startling. âI think youâll let me.â He doesnât pose it as something to be questioned. Itâs a simple fact. His fingers run up your sides, sinking back down to grip the flesh of your thighs, making sure they stay apart. âAnd that scares you more than me.â
Hey,
may I request a Hannibal one-shot, where he meets a teenaged reader at a classical music concert or the opera?He is really fascinated by how interested she is in it and how much knowledge she has?
Musical Connection
Hannibal X Teenage!Reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 796
You settle into your seat in the grand opera house, the rich scent of polished wood mingling with the soft hum of excited conversation. The air is thick with anticipation, the velvet curtains drawn in front of the stage. Youâve been to many concerts and operas in your life, but thereâs something uniquely magical about this eveningâthe elegance, the atmosphere, the music that promises to sweep you away.
As you scan the program, preparing yourself for whatâs to come, you feel a presence beside you, a slight shift in the air. You look up, and there he is: Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Itâs difficult not to notice himâhis impeccable posture, the sharpness of his features, the aura of controlled confidence that surrounds him like a perfectly tailored suit. Youâve seen him before, of course. He was quite well known in the Opera community. A man whose love for the art was left clear to whoever observed him during any performance.Â
For a brief moment, he glances at you, then returns his gaze to the stage, as if his attention was momentarily captured by your own. The thought crosses your mind that heâs perhaps one of those people who thrive in the background, quietly observing everything around him.
His voice, smooth and velvety, breaks the silence between you.
âBeethovenâs Violin Concerto in D major, isnât it?â he asks, his tone more of a statement than a question. He doesnât need your confirmation, heâs merely trying to make conversation.
Aaaaaaah, a fellow Hannigram enjoyer! So nice to make your acquaintance!
May be a dick, and ask what would your thoughts be on Hannigram with a child who suffers from chronic migraines be, that is really messing with their quality of life on a normal bases?
i bid thee adieu! Until next time!
Ooooh this is a good thought.
This ended up being very long and kind of a ramble, so sorry, but I hope you like it. I should preface that I do not personally suffer from chronic migraines, so most of my info is going off of research articles.
I feel they would be very accommodating, especially Will since I would say he's experienced similar antics where his illness became a hindrance on himself and others around him.
I feel like Will cares would come off as overwhelming, he'd always have the medications on him and ready, and he'd definitely go to bat for you if schools treated your condition like it was fake(i.e. how the schools treated every kid that had asthma during PE). He'd be opposed to you skipping classes, though he would quickly come to realize that you simply couldn't function in such a stressful environment surrounded by so many possible triggers.
As a young kid this type of care and comfort would be welcome, embraced even knowing your father would always be there for you. As a teen though, I feel they'd start to get pretty annoyed with Will, perhaps starting to feel like his coddling was more akin to condescension, believing they needed someone to take care of them. It'd cause some strain on the relationship, Will would rationalize that you are maturing and want some autonomy, but at the same time his brain is stuck on the illogical thought that you no longer need him.
Hannibal is a medical professional, he'd certainly be the person behind the scenes reading up on the latest research, medications and their side effects, as well as how to simply be there for you. He'd be the sturdy calm to Will's manic concern, calming his partner when it feels like the stress is too much, that being especially helpful during the prolonged times where it seems as if anything could set you off. You were tired and a weight that both of them felt on a daily basis, but they never once dared to believe you a burden for you offered them love and affection, something they'd both been hesitant and scarce to experience through most of their lives'.
As a child he'd always be there for you, though perhaps a bit sidelined to Will's more direct worry. He would be the problem solver, noting what triggers are present during days when your migraines are severe, linking up what your most common triggers are based on the flare ups, thus allowing him to plan and schedule ahead of time to ensure you can put your best foot forward.
As a teen, when you started branching out, feeling suffocated by the overbearing care of Will, Hannibal would be there. He would be the silence, the father you could simply exist near without needing a reason to seek him out. You knew he still cared, hearing it his voice when talking about you to Will in the early of the day, when they'd still think you to be asleep. Those moments often elicited guilt over your outbursts, knowing you medical issues affected them too often caused you to get angry with yourself, usually resulting in the verbal lashings towards Will. Hannibal would be a gentle reminder that it's okay to be overwhelmed by emotions, that sometimes they can make you enraged, but he always stressed that cruelty was not the outcome you should stick with; forgiveness felt like a shame on your shoulders, knowing you'd hurt your Father's due to your emotional volatility, but Hannibal would help you control them, help you realize in the moment that you can control that agitation, that you are not controlled by them.
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What If...Random Snippets Part 2
Some scenarios are canon to storyline, some are non-canon
What if Sprout landed in Luciferâs castle when they went to Hell? (Requested by Angel_Thursday on ao3) (Non-Canon)
If Sprout had careened down to Hell and landed in Luciferâs castle, things would go very differently than the first season
I think Lucifer would be like âwhat the hellâ because he, canonically, thinks sinners are the worst
But Sprout? Well, theyâd be just as scared of him
Religious trauma can be a tough one to crack
So when they meet Lucifer? Theyâre freaking out, terrified
And Luciferâs left with facing this sinner that seems so small and innocent compared to the mangy souls heâs used to seeing
And he is a sucker, so he would soften up
Hands them a duck to calm them down
That makes Sprout kind of realize that maybe Lucifer isnât all that bad
Itâs definitely an uphill battle for both, Lucifer doesnât really like sinners and, again, hasnât been the best father figure at points, but Sprout also doesnât react well to Lucifer a lot of the time
But theyâre both good for each other
Luciferâs depression can be helped by feeling like a good person, which he does when helping Sprout and seeing them open up
Sprout starts to get a bit better with their religious trauma and dealing with what happened in life because they can see the nuance of reality
Of course, Lucifer keeps Sprout away from OTHER sinners
He knows what they would do to an adorable, sweet soul like them
That being said, he does bring them to the Hotel when his daughter invites him because theyâre moral support
Is the Hotel shocked to see a sinner with Lucifer? Yes
But does Charlie react badly? No! I think she would be excited and think it was a positive change for Lucifer
From there, the more Lucifer is involved, the more Sprout is
I donât think their magic would show for a while since they arenât in difficult situations
But in season 2, when Lucifer gets taken?
Sprout loses it
Beware all the Vees, weâre about the see the Wrath that Sprout is capable of
They deserve it
And Lucifer deserves to get protected!

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Dad's Got Your Back
Pairing: Father!Hannibal x GN!Teen!Reader
Warnings: mentions of violence
Words: 594
Your dad was going to be so mad when you got home. Â
The fact that your clothes were torn in places and your face was bruised over your right eye and cheek. A split lip and a small scrap at your hairline had a bead of blood that was dried on your forehead. There were also bruises lining your right jawline and scraps on your elbows from when you fell. Â
You hated the kids at school. Especially the ones that didnât like how quiet you were and barely showed emotion... very much like your father. And so, some of the other students thought that was weird. And some students can be cruel. Â
Your father was also more than likely going to retaliate with your help if he asked for it. Just like your father, your anger was quiet and came when they least expected it. Very unpredictable. Â
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Getting off the bus at the drop off corner, you walked down the street to the house with your bag on your shoulder. One of your arms was across your stomach as it twinge with pain every time you moved a certain way. Â
Walking the block and a half to the house, you sighed as you realized that your dad was going to be pissed. Your head was down as you took your key out and unlocked the door and walked in. Â
You kept your head down as you took your shoes off and put your bag down on the hallway hook for your bag. You started to head towards the stairs but you were cut off by your father in the kitchen entrance way with a towel in his hands, cleaning them. Â
You didnât greet him like you usually do... which made him suspicious. Â
âY/N...â his tone of voice made you freeze with your foot on the first step of the stairs. Â
âHi, dad.â You spoke softly as you took your foot off the step and turned halfway to him. Your head was tilted down. Â
You heard his footsteps as he walked to stand next to you. Without saying anything, he took your chin and tilted it back up and towards him. âNever lower your head to anyone.â He told you as he examined your face. You looked into his eyes for a brief moment before looking at his forehead, never fully able to look into his eyes for very long. Â
But you did notice his eyes turning hard and cold as he took in the damage. Â
You sighed as he chucked your chin. âBathroom. Iâll have to clean it. And while Iâm doing that, youâll tell me all about what happened.â He told you as he turned your body to head to the dining room, putting his hand on your shoulders to sit you down before going to get the first aid kit. Â
Sighing, you stared at the wall. Â
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He came back with the kit and set about cleaning you up. He stayed silent, knowing you will eventually talk about it. Â
Which you did. Â
And his mask slowly got harder and colder as you explained the other teens at school not liking the fact on how well behaved or stoic you were.
As he finished cleaning you up, he sighed and nodded. âI believe itâs time to stock up again, Y/N.â he smirked and chucked your chin again. âYouâll help me, wonât you.â Â
You gave tight grin and nodded. Â
He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, at your hairline where the injury was. Your eyes closed and you smirked internally. Â
Like father, like child. Â
Helloooooo
Since U asked for whimsical requests, I got an idea? Maybe?
Like what about an established Murder family baking together or something and Will or reader accidentally giving the wrong ingredients and either it goes wrong or Hannibal just barely notices and prevents disaster. Hot chocolate and dogs involved?
Or maybe reader and Will pull Hannibal into their snowball fight somehow, maybe cause a snowball lands in his face. Reader might make snowmen and steal clothes from inside to put on them.
I hope you are doing well <3 lots of love
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Something in the Air
Dark PLATONIC Hannigram (Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham NBC) x Reader
Minors, do not interact
Author's Note: I amalgamated a little <3, and I think I'm figuring out how to formulate my fanfic writing? I've only just re-started and it's like re-learning how to ride a bike.
Description: After a deluge of snowfall, you are permitted to venture out into the open if only for a short while. Will, the only one in your favor seems happy to diffuse your anger at his husband.
Word Count: 1,104
Warnings: implied confinement
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