Fandom list : https://charliedawn.tumblr.com/post/649827474499338240/hi-i-take-requests-if-some-people-are What I do ? Fanfics and character interaction. Slow update. Sorry. Also, here are the links for the face claims if you've just arrived. https://charliedawn.tumblr.com/post/685517990619398144/face-claims-part-1 https://charliedawn.tumblr.com/post/685519283197034496/face-claims-part-2 https://charliedawn.tumblr.com/post/685519851074306048/face-claims-part-3-final-part-the-hannibal
So yup. I’ll try to do stuff but…I am gonna be a little slow and take some time for myself. Because otherwise…I’ll go berserk. But, thank you for asking. And I hope you have a great day. 😄
It broke my heart reading the slashers x engaged!reader. What would their reactions be if she left her fiance for them and refused to go back? 🥹😭
Part 1:
Penny was waiting outside...He didn't want to come in. He was afraid of falling even deeper in misery at the sight of your wedding dress. He stayed outside. He thought it was over. You had made your choice.
But, he was surprised when the doors opened and here you were. You looked out of breath and he could hear multiple voices calling you back inside—but you didn't care. You bundled up your dress and ran towards him.
"PENNY !", you called for him at the top of your lungs.
He quickly understood what was going on as he saw your betrothed run after you and giggled maniacally. So...you had indeed made your choice. He vanished and reappeared in front of you—facing your fiance and family with a wide toothy grin. It was threatening and his eyes glowed yellow. They all took a step back and when he grabbed you and pulled you against his chest—he could hear your heart beat wildly in your chest. But, it wasn't fear.
Finally…you were his.
"Do NOT touch what is mine."
Pennywise didn’t enter the church. He didn’t want to. What would it change ? He was there to prove to himself that he didn’t need you. He didn’t need anyone…But then, the doors opened and when you came out…All he could see was you. You spotted him—even without the clown costume and makeup. You knew who he was.
When you ran straight into his arms—his eyes widened and his astonishment only grew as you whispered.
"Take me away from this place."
Pennywise took a couple of seconds before smirking and wrapping his arms around you. He now understood. He was foolish to think he didn’t need you…But now, he was certain that you needed him just as much.
"You're really bossy, you know that ?"
Suddenly, your dress burst into flames and was replaced by a dress he found...more appropriate. He knew red would look better on you…When your guests and betrothed ran out of the church, you were already gone. Pennywise had done his very best to keep you away from him, but he was tired of always being the reasonable one.
You wanted him ? And he wouldn’t be the fool to turn you down twice.
Freddy crashed the ceremony. Literally. He knocked the door down and entered with his hands raised in the air. Funny. You were pretty sure you hadn’t told him the date…
"Y/N ! Ya gettin’ hitched and didn’t think ‘bout tellin’ ya ol’ buddy Freddy ?!"
He sat down on front row and stared at you with a smile that didn’t match his eyes. His eyes were full of misery and you knew what he was doing. He was forcing you to confront the truth. You were pretty sure this was all a dream…
You sighed and ignored him. But, his face then replaced your betrothed and his infuriating smirk made you roll your eyes.
"Come on, sweetheart. Ya know am better. We understand each other. We know each other. You have seen me at my worst, and I saw ya for who ya really are. Dya really think your fancy-pansy fiance will get ya as much as I do ?"
He suddenly pulled you in his arms and then, it was just the both of you. You started dancing and Freddy sneered.
"Come on, sweetheart. Say I do to me."
He seemed so smug—as if he knew—as if he’d always known. And it was a dream. How bad could it be to comply this once ?
"I…do ?"
And with those words, you came back to your own world and Freddy was there—leaning over you with a knowing smirk.
"Here we go…Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it ?"
You frowned when you looked around and found yourself in your bedroom and let out a sigh of relief. Of course it was only a dream…However, when you tried to leave the bed…something held you back. You felt a as if your hand had suddenly turned to stone. You looked down and frowned as you saw a ring around your finger.
"Freddy…What is that ?"
You tried to remove it, but you couldn’t. And when you looked up, Freddy was smirking.
"Sorry…Did I forget to mention that EVERYTHING that happens in my world also happens in real life ?"
Your eyes widened at the realisation and you tried to move again…but found yourself unable to. And Freddy then showed his own hand with a matching ring around his finger.
"Surprise, sweetheart. You just took the BEST decision in yer life ! You got yerself a pretty great husband."
…Hell. You were in Hell.
Jason had given you his mother’s ring when he had heard the news. He wanted you to know how he felt. He had always seen you as the glue sticking all the slashers together. You were their caretaker. But, more than that for him…You had been the first human being to treat them with decency.
He knew he was a monster. But, you had never treated him like it…You had always seen him as a human being. You had never tried to judge or hurt him…
So, when he heard the news. He wanted to accept it. He truly did. But, he was devastated inside. So, he asked. He asked for you not to get married. He looked up at the sky and asked for you to realise and come back…
He came to the wedding, but not because he wanted to. He just wanted you to see him. So he may show you exactly what he wanted you to see. You gasped when you recognised him in the crowd…He wasn’t wearing his mask. You were the only one who knew what was underneath. It was the reason he had decided to remove his mask, to make you understand. You were the only one he had chosen to share this secret with. And when he smiled, your heart broke. He was the only one crying when everyone seemed so happy. A grotesque portrait. And worse part was, you couldn’t help but cry as well…
When it was time to exchange the rings…You surprised your betrothed by getting out the ring Jason had given you and put it on. Jason immediately understood what it meant and his smile turned genuine as you slowly turned away from your ex-to-be husband and ran into his arms. He caught you and he ran for the door.
And nobody stood in your way…
"Let me explain something to you, Y/N. I am not husby-material."
Jack liked you. Of course he did. But last time he had a family, it ended badly. Very badly. He wanted you to go and get married. He wanted you to be happy. But, you both knew how he felt. He wasn’t fooling anyone…But, he was the first to bring you to the altar and pretend to smile during the ceremony.
But, his eyes widened when you hesitated when it was time to say “I do”. Something felt wrong. You couldn’t tell what it was until you felt Jack behind you. And…in front of everyone else…He dared hug you from behind. His whole aura felt…different. He then whispered for only you to hear.
"I know what I said. I know that I am a damn fuck-up. But…Don’t marry him. Please."
Your first reaction was rage. How dared he ?! He had no right ruining your marriage ! He had told you to get married ! He had even congratulated you…But when you turned around and all you could see in his eyes was desperation…Your eyes softened and you took his hand.
"…Let’s get out of here."
You told him and Jack grinned before pulling you into his arms.
"My pleasure." He then used his abilities to get you the both of you out of the building.
Perks of being an entity…
"No."
Brahms didn’t want you to marry anyone. And he was sure to tell you from the start. But, he knew he couldn’t tell you why. He wanted to. Badly. But, he was…scared.
"Brahms…" He heard you call him from behind his bedroom door and he shook his head.
"No…"
"Brahms. Please." You tried to reach out to him with your words…but it didn’t seem to work.
"I. Said. No."
Fortunately, you had the keys to his room and went in. It was dark, but you could still make out his figure in the darkness. You reached out for him. But when you touched him, he snapped.
"NO !" He shoved you back and for the first time, Brahms was truly angry. His breathing became hectic and his grip was almost painful. "Brahms is a good boy ! He has always been a good boy to you ! So why ?! Why won’t you love Brahms ?!"
Your eyes widened in shock. You knew he was upset, but you didn’t think it was to such extent…Your eyes softened and you calmly reached out for his head to press his face against your shoulder.
"I am sorry, Brahms. I didn’t understand…I didn’t think…"
He started crying against your shoulder as he held you closer.
"Don’t go…Love me. Love me…"
His voice cracked and you shed a few tears yourself as you returned his hug.
"I’ll stay. I am here, Brahms. I won’t leave you."
He looked up at you with tearful eyes and asked with a weak and desperate expression.
"Promise ?"
You pressed him closer against you.
"Yes, Brahms. I promise."
"Well, shit. Am I early ?" Bo asked while looking around—seeing that no one had arrived yet. He looked down at his watch. Of course he was late. That wasn’t issue. But, he wasn’t so late as to have missed the whole thing…
But then, you came out. You didn’t seem happy to see him. He sighed. Had Lester and Vince given him the wrong damn time ? Well…Not that it really mattered. He smiled and waved.
"Hello there, darlin’. Sorry for showing up late…or early ? To be honest, I have no goddamn clue of the time. And you know ma bruthers don’t really know how to read so…"
You shook your head.
"The marriage is off."
There was a moment of silence.
"…What ?"
"You heard me."
He sighed.
"…Well, thank goodness for that. No offense darls’, but yer little sweetheart was a goddamn bore."
He told you before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting up one. He blew the smoke out and it seemed all tension left his body as he tilted his head back and stared up at the sky.
"Aren’t you at least going to ask me why ?"
He huffed a laugh before shaking his head.
"…Nah, darls’. I know why ya did it. Am not blind. Nor dum’." He smirked before finally looking at you. "Was gonna crash that ridiculous weddin’ anyway. Ya jus’ made ma job easier…"
It was your time to huff a laugh. You didn’t know if it was true, but you didn’t really care.
"…Can I have a smoke ?", you finally asked and Bo nodded.
"Sure ya can. You earned it."
He then gave you a cigarette and lit it with his. He then stayed a few seconds longer than necessary before pulling away.
"You know what ?"
You turned your head towards him.
"What ?"
He smirked.
"Can’t wait to see how prutty you’ll be in that wedding dress when it’s my turn…"
Hi! I have a request! (I won't be mad if you choose not to write it, you do you)
Since the slashers can't leave the facility, how would they take you on a date? I feel like Freddy would take you on a date in your dreams, etc. Please include Penny! He's my favorite!!! Love your work, and hope you have a blessed day! ❤️
Penny would make a whole world appear just for you. He is not as powerful within the hospital as he’d normally be, but he could still make a pretty good illusion for you.
He’d probably make you see what you want and make sure you have as much fun as possible. He’d dig into your head for all of your most personal desires.
He’d also take as many opportunities to know you better and satisfy his curiosity as to why you’d ever want him too.
Penny *tilts his head curiously at you* : "Humans are so odd. Your hearts beat so loudly when you are afraid…But, yours has a different sound to it."
You *surprised* : "Really ? How does it sound ?"
Him *presses his ear against your chest to hear it closer and closes his eyes* : "…Different." *giggles* "Good different."
Hello! What would yandere!Morgan Lecter do if the woman he was in love (who didn't know he was in love with her) got cheated on by the man that she was with and Morgan found out about it?
Also, how are you doing? ☺️
(Here you go. Hope you’ll like it ! And I’m fine. Thank you for asking. 💜)
Morgan had been chasing his prey all afternoon and smiled as he finally caught up to her and tackled her to the ground. She screamed and struggled—but the chase was over. He closed his eyes and as the smell and taste of blood filled his senses…He felt alive.
"Hey ! Not fair ! I had my eyes on that one !", Kevin complained behind him and Morgan chuckled.
"So sorry. Next time, I’ll make sure to label it. ‘Property of Kevin Hannibal.’"
Kevin shook his head before looking down at the prey at his feet. He had been so close to catching her…Morgan sighed as he started carrying the body with Kevin.
"Come on. Y/N is supposed to come today. Don’t want her to see the body…"
Kevin nodded, but rolled his eyes. He had met you when Morgan had first brought you to the house. It was obvious you both liked each other, but Morgan had been too stupid to tell you before you git with your terribly boring boyfriend. And now, Kevin had to suffer being the only member of the family aware of Morgan’s feelings…
"Did you tell her ?", Kevin finally asked and Morgan frowned in incomprehension.
"Tell who what ?"
Kevin rolled his eyes.
"Y/N. That you like her. Duh. She’s the only girl you ever brought home in the history of forever. You gotta tell her, mate."
Even though he hated to admit it, Kevin was right. He knew he should tell you. And, he wished he could. He had waited too long. But, for a reason. He had wished you to see him as a whole instead of the well-crafted mask he had spent years shaping. He wished you knew all of him. His gentle side, as well as the monster with its bloodlust and hunter skills. He wished you’d accept him as he was. The good and the bad. If he could be honest with you about that, then maybe he’d be able to be honest about his feelings as well.
"Try telling her today. Maybe she’ll even have the guts to dump her douchebag of a boyfriend for your stupid ass ? Who knows ?", Kevin insisted with a small mocking grin. But, deep down ? He genuinely wanted you two to get together so Morgan could start being happy…And Morgan knew and was grateful for it.
Morgan was about to answer him when he heard his phone ring and looked down to read the message you had left. His eyes widened as it said that you were at the manor and needed to talk. He wiped his face carefully of all traces of blood before running back to the manor—leaving Kevin to bring the body back to the cabin by himself. But, Kevin didn’t complain. He even laughed as he saw Morgan trace back to the manor.
"…What a dork."
At the manor :
Morgan was surprised to find you waiting at the door. You looked ill. You had dark circles under your eyes and puffy eyelids due to exhaustion and tears.
"Y/N ?", he gently called you and you swiftly turned around to face him. You had promised yourself not cry anymore, but the moment you saw Morgan’s worried face…You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You ran to hug your best friend before sobbing against his shoulder.
"He cheated on me ! He was with another woman and I…I…" Your tears were making it harder and harder to speak and he held you before bringing you inside. He then asked you to tell him everything and it shocked him to learn that your boyfriend had had a secret affair for months. You had caught the two of them together and Morgan was speechless for a few seconds.
The fool didn’t know what he had done by breaking your heart. He had signed his own death warrant. However, Morgan first took care of you and made sure to comfort you and soothe you to sleep…
"Ssh…It’s okay, darling. I’m here. Everything is going to be fine. He’ll pay. I promise you that…", hé shushed you softly while stroking your hair soothingly. He held you close and rocked you back and forth. He promised he’d stay with you while you slept…
But, as soon as your eyes closed ? He grabbed his coat and walked out.
He had someone to kill.
A few hours later :
Morgan had finally caught the man responsible for your misery and had dragged him all the way into the forest. Your ex tried to struggle, scream and fight…but it was no use. He was tightly attached and his eyes widened in fear when Morgan placed his pocket knife against his throat.
"You know what’s funny ? I would have done ANYTHING to be the person she loves. Anything. And you—poor excuse for a human being—screw it up. Now, I am going to enjoy watching you bleed out like the pig that you are !"
He then thrusted the sharp edge of the knife into the soft flesh and stared as the life of the man before him slowly left his eyes. He felt the adrenaline rush course through his veins and smiled as he proceeded to drag the body back to the manor. He would have to use the old incinerator. He wouldn’t let his family eat this garbage…However, he didn’t think of the possibility of getting caught. He was just too eager. And maybe, did he want to get caught ? He wanted to see the joy in your face once you would understand what he had done for you—what he was willing to do for you…
"Morgan." He heard your soft voice call to him.
He turned around and here you were. But, Hannibal Sr. was also with you. The two people he cared about the most were now staring at him. However, their reactions weren’t the ones he expected…You seemed terrified and Hannibal Jr. seemed disappointed for some reason.
"Morgan…What have you done ?", you asked with an horrified expression. But before he could answer, Hannibal Jr. added.
"And why ?"
He looked between the both of you before he giggled maniacally and replied.
"Why ? Why did I do it ? Isn’t it obvious ?" He turned towards you and smiled tenderly. You had never seen such a bittersweet smile on him. "It is because of you. It has always been about you. I love you. I love you so much that I would do anything for you. Absolutely anything."
You brought your hands to your mouth in shock and your eyes watered as you recognised the body. You wouldn’t have imagined…Morgan was your friend. Yes. But, it had never been more than that. You thought it would never go beyond it because he was acting so cold and distant most of the time. But, now you understood why…Your eyes lowered to the body of your ex surrounded by blood and you shook your head. You would have never imagined…He was a doctor. He was supposed to love saving lives. Not take them.
But, Morgan seemed to be blind to the conflict inside of you as he reached out for your hands—warm blood staining your hands as well.
"And since he’s gone…You’re going to love me. And you’ll be a part of our family…right ?"
He squeezed your hands and you gritted your teeth. This was all too much.
Hannibal Jr. was the first to realize that things wouldn’t go Morgan’s way as he stared at your horrified expression. He opened his mouth to stop the blow before it was too late…But, he didn’t need to. When Morgan looked you in the eyes, he saw what he feared would be in there. Fear. He released your hands and you took a couple of steps back.
"Morgan…I…I didn’t want this."
"I understand. You are afraid. I didn’t want you to learn it like this." He ran a hand through his hair and tried to explain. "But, now you see me. All of me. I’m still Morgan. I am your friend. The one who always cared for you and you…you care for me."
He took a step forward with a smile he hoped looked convincing, but your backed away.
"…I’m so sorry, Morgan. I can’t."
The sight of blood. The insanity gleaming in his eyes. The desperation in his voice…It was too much. And it scared you. You turned around and started walking away.
"…Y/N ?"
You heard him call after you and your whole body started shaking as you kept walking away. You weren’t strong enough for this. You were upset. Of course you were. And it wasn’t even about the fact that he was a killer. It was for the fact that he had lied to you. Everything was a lie. The only person you thought would always be true.
"Y/N !", he called for you once more, but when he tried to chase after you…Hannibal Jr. intervened. He stepped between the both of you and grabbed Morgan’s arm.
"Come on, my boy. It is time for us to leave as well."
Morgan shook his head and looked at you until you were out of view. Wishing…Believing you would look back at him. But, you didn’t. It hurt more than he cared to admit. At the end, he let Hannibal Jr. lead him back to the manor.
Back inside :
Both Hannibal Jr. and Morgan stated silent as they stared at the fire burning bright in the hearth…Finally, Hannibal Jr. cut the silence.
"…Morgan. I think it would do you some good to leave town for a little while.", Hannibal Jr. told him and Morgan seemed distraught by the suggestion.
"Why ? Because I killed this insignificant insect and his lover ?", he asked and Hannibal Jr. nodded.
"Yes. Partly. But, most of all ? Because you did it for her. You are the oldest, Morgan. You will one day become the person your brothers will look up to. We cannot allow you to give in to such emotions. And we cannot have you put the family in jeopardy."
Morgan lowered his gaze in shame and took a deep breath before muttering.
"I thought she’d be family…"
Hannibal Jr. stayed silent for a moment before suddenly embracing the young man.
"I know you did, my dear boy."
Morgan wouldn’t normally accept such an embarrassing display of affection…but, he would accept it this time. He hugged him back and held him close as he started to cry against his shoulders. Morgan was still young, and Hannibal Jr. related to him more than any of the three brothers. He understood…
He wasn’t banishing him. He just wanted Morgan to understand a very important lesson.
"It is hard to let go of the people you care for…even when it is necessary. It is always best to leave the people who do not belong to our world. Because even if they accept us, they’ll end up hurt."
He had learnt that lesson long ago.
Morgan took a shaky breath before finally nodding.
"I understand…I’ll take some time for myself. For the family. And for me."
Hannibal Jr. smiled and nodded. He was proud of him.
However, both were unaware of the third person present—hiding on the stairs.
Kevin sighed before closing his eyes and muttering to himself.
"…Fucking idiots."
A few days later :
Morgan had packed his things and was now staring out the window. For the past few days, he had been waiting for police cars to show up at their doorstep…But, no one did. He guessed you hadn’t reported him yet.
Hannibal Jr. knocked at his door.
"Are you ready, my dear boy ?"
He looked out the window one last time before sighing and picking up his suitcase. He went downstairs and got in the car next to Hannibal Jr. They then drove away and he sighed again while they drove past your neighbourhood. The way you had looked at him that night…He closed his eyes. So much fear. He was almost relieved to be leaving…But then, Hannibal Jr. stopped the car abruptly and when Morgan opened his eyes once more, he was surprised to see you in front of the car. You were out of breath and your bike was at your feet. You must have jumped in front of the car.
He immediately got out and shouted.
"Are you mad ?!"
You ignored his question and replied with another instead.
"Did you really mean it ?!" He frowned as he looked you up and down quizzically. You quickly added. "Do you love me ?!"
His face went livid, but he quickly regained his composure and shook his head.
"No. I was lying…Hannibals do not love."
Your eyes widened at his response and it was your time to shake your head.
"No…No please, Morgan. I know you don’t mean that."
His jaw twitched.
"I am leaving, Y/N.", he told you before proceeding to get back in the car. But, he stopped dead in his tracks when you confessed.
"I LOVE YOU TOO !" You then quickly explained. "I know I screwed up ! I left you when you needed me ! I wanted to be with you…but I was scared. I am so scared. But, please. Please. Don’t leave me, Morgan."
Hannibal Jr. could see that you meant it and your tears were real. But, his eyes then glanced at Morgan. He didn’t know what would be his response…But, he was pleasantly surprised when the young man didn’t even look back at you. He wordlessly got back in the car and asked Hannibal Jr. to start driving again.
However when he drove past you, he finally looked at your crestfallen expression and offered you a sad smile.
"…Too little too late."
When they started driving again, you were left shocked and heartbroken. But then, you wiped your tears away and quickly got back on your bike. There was no way you were going to let him go. You understood why he was doing this…You had hurt him. But, you wouldn’t commit the mistake again.
"Wait for me, Morgan…"
At the train station :
Hannibal Jr. dropped Morgan off and drove away. But on his way back, he saw you cycling your way to the station.
He took a deep breath.
‘Forgive me, Morgan.’
He started driving faster—straight towards you.
Fortunately, you were expecting it and went through the trees instead. You started cycling a lot faster as Hannibal Jr. started driving after you through the main road towards the station. He was determined on beating you there.
Your lungs felt on fire, but you smiled when you saw the station ahead. You sped up and were almost there when…
Hannibal Jr’s car hit you.
You were sent flying and felt excruciating pain in your shoulder. You screamed. Hannibal Jr. stepped out of the car and crouched next to you—blocking the view to the train station—as he shook his head.
"You couldn’t just leave the boy alone, could you ?"
You didn’t look up at him as you extended your hand towards the train station and shouted.
"Morgan !"
Hannibal Jr. shook his head again before proceeding to drag you away. He was planning on finishing you off in the woods and hide your body. Morgan would be upset of course when he’d come back. But, he’d eventually understand. But, Hannibal Jr. was stopped. An arrow lodged itself in the tree next to his head and he looked up to see Kevin standing there.
"Kevin…What are you doing ?", Hannibal Jr. asked with a displeased expression. However, Kevin didn’t answer before stepping forward with his next arrow aimed at Hannibal Jr’s head.
He then looked down at you and tilted his head toward the station.
"Go. I’ll hold him off."
You nodded and suddenly jumped to your feet and started running as fast as you could. When you entered the station, Hannibal Jr.’s jaw twitched as he glanced back at the boy before him.
"Why ?"
Kevin smiled and shrugged.
"Hannibals help each other. You taught us that. And as far as I am concerned ? Morgan and Y/N are family too…"
Hannibal Jr.’s expression softened as he finally sighed and smiled.
"…Curious how you seem to listen to me only when it conveniences you."
Kevin laughed before lowering his weapon.
"What can I say ? I love messing with you…"
Inside the station :
You ran inside the station and your eyes widened as you realised that it was about to leave.
"MORGAN !", you called for him once more.
You started running and calling for him again and again. Morgan—who was sitting in one of the wagons—finally heard your scream his name and looked out the window. His eyes widened when he saw you.
"Y/N ?"
He stood up and ran to the door. As soon as you saw him, you ran to get in. The doors were about to lock and you knew you had but a few minutes when you heard the familiar whistling. The door started automatically closing and—out of time—you jumped in.
…And Morgan caught you.
You both stayed in each other’s arms for a while—unwilling to let go. You were out of breath, your shoulder hurt and your knees were shaking. But, you were glad to have found him. Morgan knew he ought to be mad…but he couldn’t.
"…I cannot believe you just did that. Now, I have no choice but to bring you with me…"
You tightened your grip on him.
"Good."
There was another long silence.
"Aren’t you scared of me ?", he asked—remembering your words. Why would you chase after someone you were so scared of ? But, you tightened your hold on him as you clarified.
"I was never scared of you. Not really. I just saw another side of you and I…I was scared that it was something I couldn’t handle. I was just scared that everything I felt for you was fake."
His grip tightened.
"…And ?"
You sighed before smiling up at him.
"I am here, aren’t I ?"
He smiled back before leaning forward and you closed your eyes. When he kissed you, there was no doubt anymore…
Slashers who meet a to-be victim whos just putting glitter on things
A to-be victim who has a room full of posters of serial killers and slashers
Imagine two of Bo's worst nightmares. Glitter. And sparkles. Combine them. Put them in a room and that would be your bedroom. And worst of it all...Posters of him and his brothers in every single corner. He was speechless...
"...What in the—? What is this place ?! Hell ?!"
As soon as he was in, he wanted to leave. Only to discover that the door was locked and he had now glitter on his shoes and his hand. And then, you appeared with a whole bucket of glitter in your hands. And Bo started praying.
Him : "Whatdya think yer gonna do with that exactly ?!"
You *devilish smirk*
Him : "Oh no, you don't ! Get the heck away from me !"
…Bo couldn’t get all the sparkles out of his hair for weeks.
...Wow.
Jason was surprised and impressed. A full room dedicated to him and the slashers. He hadn't expected it. He didn't really mind though. It meant you knew about him and weren’t scared.
Him *smiles* : "Do you want some help ?"
You *handing him a full bucket of glitter* : "Sure ! Put them everywhere. And you can help take pictures of the others for me."
He was more than happy to help and you ended up having a good time playing with glitter and stalking the other slashers. Jason may not really care about glitter and sparkles, but he’d be happy to spend time with you.
The Penny Brothers love glitter. It is something fun and colourful for Penny. He would help you decorate the whole hospital. He’d even be thrilled to meet a fan and see all the posters you have of them. It would mean that you are as crazy as him and you would get along just fine. Penny loves crazy people.
And for Pennywise ? Pennywise sees it as the perfect torture. Those little colourful flakes are impossible to remove from clothes or hair and when people receive them in their eyes…It means atrocious suffering and temporary blindness. So, of course he’d love them.
Brahms was ecstatic when he learned about the new patient who loves glitter and sparkles. He wanted to be your friend before he even met you. He stayed away for a while and only showed himself when he was sure you were what he thought you were. When he saw the huge posters of him, he got flustered. But, he got particularly excited when you showed him your collection of pink and purple items covered in glitter. He immediately felt like he had found someone who understood him.
It wasn’t long before Brahms started walking around proudly with a glitter-covered mask. And he didn’t even care about the others making fun of him for it, because there was you.
Norman knew from the start. He first rent you a room and when he took a look through the peep hole—he was immediately blinded by the brightness in the room. But, he was flattered by the posters.
Let’s just say that Norman found it endearing, but he isn’t a really big fan of glitter and sparkle—especially on him. It means more cleaning. But, on you ? He’d find it adorable and would gladly run the vacuum every day if it meant he got to see you in those very pretty and original outfits of yours.
Norman *smiles* : "Very cute, my little monster. Very cute."
Freddy : "FIRE IN THE HOLE !" *uses a literal canon to make the whole place sparkle*
Freddy loves chaos. You would just give him an idea to cause more trouble and make the whole hospital swim in glitter. Fortunately, the staff and the other slashers are used to it by now.
But, it doesn’t mean they like it all the same.
Random nurse *after she got covered in green glitter* : "…FREDDY ! Y/N ! Come back here !"
You and Freddy *cackling while running away*
Barry LOVES glitter. He lives for it. He wants each of his outfits to have a sparkle to them. And he’d design all sorts of clothes for you.
Barry *screams when you get out of the dressing room* : "YES ! Absolutely nailed it ! Twirl for me, darling. Yes. Thank you. Absolutely gorgeous."
Vincent did take you as an inspiration for his new piece. He took some of your supplies to cover his new wax statue and at the end, he offered it to you. It was a wax statue of yourself and Vince waited anxiously for your opinion.
Vincent *fidgets nervously*
You *smile widely* : "I love it !"
He was really ecstatic and gave you a hug. He really wanted you to like it.
Hi! Can I request how the Slashers will react to their favorite nurse having an engagement ring on her? And they actually fell in love with her. (Also, can you add Five please 🥲, he's very much my comfort character.)
Five Hargreeves :
Five was the first to know.
He knew just by looking at you. The way you almost glowed and were smiling from ear to ear all week made him suspicious. And then, the coup de grace…The ring. He was sitting at his own private bar when you joined him and his eyes were immediately drawn to the shiny ring. Suddenly, everything clicked and he stared at the drink in his hand…his hand shaking slightly.
"…So, you found someone ?"
He was happy for you, or at least he tried to convince himself he was.
He wished you would say no. He wished you would realise how much you meant to him at that exact moment…but you didn’t.
Your smile almost burnt him when you answered affirmatively. He took a big gulp of his whiskey—savouring the burn. He knew it was impossible. You were a nurse. And he was…just a kid. You would have never seen him as anything else. And it made him rage against himself for even entertaining the idea you would ever consider a future with him. Physically, he was too young. And mentally ? He was too old…You would have never worked.
So, he smiled and raised his glass to you.
"Congratulations, Y/N. You deserve it."
Once you were out of the room, that glass went flying across the room to end up shattered against a wall…shattered like Five was.
Jack Torrance :
Jack is good at hiding his emotions—even from himself. He had spent weeks wondering if he should ask you out on a date. He had spent his time thinking and planning and rehearsing what he would say and do. He thought it would be his moment to shine and leave all the bad shit behind…But then, he saw the ring.
"Hey. That’s a…That’s a nice ring you got there."
He smiled and said he was happy for you. And you believed it. Of course you did. Because, he was a good comedian. The best. He had learnt to just drown his emotions when he died, because if he was to feel anything…He’d lose himself. He had to suffer the loss of his family, his career, his life…What was one more loss to the lot ?
However, once you were out of the room ? He lowered his glass and his shoulders shook as he gripped the glass tightly in his hand to breaking point…He was too late. Again.
"Damn it…"
That was Jack’s true reaction to the news. He was disappointed for sure. He knew he should have acted before…But, what was the point ?
What would you have done with the ghost of a past long forgotten ?
He just started drinking again and chuckled bitterly at his own misery. He had wished for a better end, but that end had just slipped through his fingers like a dream…He would maybe write about it later ? But, what was the point ? He could write his feelings, but you’d never read them.
Pennywise :
You were at the dinner table and when Pennywise sat in front of you, he could feel that something was different. The other slashers were strangely quiet, so of course he’d have to ask.
"Why is everyone so quiet ?! Please. Tell me someone died !" He snickered, but nobody answered. Finally, he looked at you and tried to find the reason for the sudden silence…You then showed him your ring.
"Pennywise. I am engaged.", you announced with a smile. His own smile dropped.
He knew perfectly well what engagement meant. He understood now why all the others were so quiet. He could read their emotions. All of them were disappointed…He just didn’t know why until you had shown the ring…
"…Congrats."
"…Thanks."
That was the most awkward congratulations you had ever heard. He glanced back at your hand. Even though he had tried to sound genuine, he couldn’t bring himself to smile again. It was the first time you had seen Pennywise so serious.
He then decided to avoid you. You didn’t understand why, but he simply vanished. He didn’t even show up at meals anymore…
When something upsets Pennywise, he tends to avoid it. So, he decided to avoid you. He knew it was a childish and nonsensical reaction to the news…But, he couldn’t being himself to care. Because, he understood perfectly the feelings of the other slashers.
He never thought he would have to deal with emotions again…But, it seemed like he was wrong.
Michael Myers :
Michael stayed silent. He had nothing to say…
Well, he normally doesn’t say much, but this time you could actually feel the awkwardness in the room. He knew he didn’t have the right to dream…but, he still did. You were the only one who truly understood him and that Myers had ever spared. He wanted you to love him. But, it didn’t matter at the end…
He wrote down on his notebook:
Congratulations.
Even you could feel that he didn’t mean it, but you didn’t comment on it. However, he didn’t expect it when you removed his mask and stared at his face—studying his features. He wasn’t smiling. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were dark.
"…Michael.", you muttered softly and raised your hand to stroke his cheek…but he grabbed it before you could.
"Don’t."
He could see the pity in your eyes and it hurt more than anything. He then retrieved his mask and walked away. He couldn’t pretend to be happy about the news. And now, you knew about his feelings too.
Bo Sinclair :
Bo was working on a car when he asked you to hand him a tool. When you did, his eyes caught the ring around your finger and he suddenly forgot all about the tool. He grabbed your arm and stared at the offensive jewel in frightening silence.
"…Bo ?", you called him after a while.
When he saw you with that ring, it made him tick and realise that you had a life outside of the hospital—one he had no idea about. And it made him mad. You had never seen him so quiet before and he didn’t answer. He finally released your arm and left without a word. After that, you had trouble catching him and when you eventually did ? His reaction wasn’t the one you expected.
"…Whatya want from me, Y/N ?! A congrats and pat on the fuckin’ back ?! Alright. Congrats ! And hope you have a great life with yer fucker !"
He took out his frustration on you. Bo usually handles his emotions with his fists and his words. But, of course he wouldn’t come to hands with you. So, he’d either ignore you or be harsh with his words. Or, he’d go out to a bar and start a fight. Anything but confront you about his feelings and confess that he was jealous.
Jason Voorhees :
Jason was angry. The moment he saw the ring on your finger, he knew what it meant. His mother had carried hers for years and he had inherited it. He thought you’d be the one carrying his ring, but it seemed he had waited too long. His reaction would first be denial before he would suddenly break everything in his path and try to start a fight with anyone he’d come across. Jason doesn’t handle emotions very well and most often than not, he’d break things in order to let his frustration out.
He spent hours in the forest chopping wood and no one dared come to check on him—except you.
"Jason…?"
He didn’t answer, but he was there. You could hear him breathing and you sighed before sitting on a log. You waited for him and soon enough, he sat down next to you and you noticed how his whole body seemed tense.
"Jason…It’s not because I am engaged that I will forget about you, you know that right ?"
He still didn’t answer. He was doing his best to remain calm and when you moved to touch his shoulder—he recoiled from your touch. It was the first time Jason was reacting this way with you. And what he did next made your eyes widen in shock. He retrieved his mother’s ring from his pocket and wordless put it in your hand.
By the time you understood what he meant to say, he was already gone.
Freddy Krueger :
"~How sweet…"
He gave you the best fake smile he could muster before turning around and leaving. Truth is ? Freddy was the less angry out of all the slashers. He doesn’t believe in marriage or engagement or anything…The only problem he had with you being engaged was that he had lost his chance getting into your pants. Or, that’s the reason he’d give to anyone who would ask. Because of course you’d be faithful. You were the only person in the hospital who ever gave a shit about him.
You were kind and honest and fuckin’ perfect. So, of course Freddy didn’t stand a chance in hell. You were the complete opposite of him. You were an angel and Freddy was a demon. And that made him love you and hate you even more. It hurt…But, it didn’t matter. Because, he was already broken to begin with.
Norman Bates :
He thought he had a chance, but the moment he saw the ring…something snapped in Norman. It started with a twitch of his jaw and suddenly, his smile was gone. There was nothing left in his gaze than an intense emptiness—a void which seemed to swallow you whole. He took a step forward and for the first time…You were scared of him.
There was something murderous in his eyes—something dark.
When he leant forward, your heart hammered in your chest, but he simply smiled knowingly before kissing your cheek.
"Congratulations, my little angel."
There was not a single word in that sentence that he truly meant, and you both knew it all too well. But, you smiled and tried to hold back the tears. You left and Norman was left with his regrets.
Penny :
"Why ?"
You turned around to face Penny. He was the last one. He didn’t understand, but his expression changed to cold numbness as he repeated.
"Why, Y/N ? You know how we all feel about you…That ring. You knew what that ring would do to us…So, why ? Why hurt us like this ?"
You had always suspected Penny to be smarter than he pretended to be…but you didn’t think he would be the first one to figure it out. Your expression softened as you tried not to cry.
"I’m sorry, Penny. Turns out I wasn’t as special as you all thought I was…"
It was simpler this way…It was better than to admit that you were scared. You thought you were past the fear…but, it seemed not. There was still a fear to be conquered. You had grown too attached to the slashers. And of course you knew how they felt about you, but so did you. You felt so strongly…but, you couldn’t do anything about it.
You were human. And you still had a life outside of the hospital. They couldn’t understand…but, you hoped that with time they’d understand. You only had one life, and you couldn’t give them false hope. You couldn’t be with them forever, and that ring was a reminder. Not only for them, but for you as well.
Penny snarled and grabbed the hand where the ring was to glare at it. He hated it. He didn’t want to see you belonging to someone else than him…It affected him more than he cared to admit.
Suddenly, he wrapped his hand around your ring finger and you suddenly felt a sharp pain. He released you, but then you heard a series of metallic sounds hitting the floor. When you looked down, your eyes widened as you saw your ring—shattered in pieces.
Pennywise would look at you and burst out laughing like there’s no tomorrow. Human suffering is just funny to him for some reason.
Pennywise: "You are sick ?! Now, that’s hilarious !"
The Penny Brothers can’t get sick. At all. So, he’d find it entertaining, especially since they usually never see you so weak.
He’d enjoy it at first, but he’d soon grow worried and try to help you the best he can while pretending he doesn’t care.
Pennywise *pats your back while you sleep* : "…Hey. The nurses said it was serious. Don’t know if it’s true or not, just get better, alright ?"
Pennywise may act like a jerk most of the time, but deep down ? He cares.
Michael Myers :
Michael would try his best to understand how to help you, but would be clueless and would read whatever he can on the subject.
At the end, he would just make sure nobody gets close to your room while you rest and bring you water and soup.
He’d be your bodyguard and make sure the other slashers stay away while you rest—only allowing the doctors in.
He’d also try to check on you and your fever regularly. He’d be holding your hand and give you whatever comfort he can.
No way he’s leaving your side until he’s sure you’re going to be alright.
Bo Sinclair:
Bo: "Now, ain’t ya ‘bsolutely adorable ? All weak and livid. Careful. Heard that people used to die from tiny little colds…"
Bo would tease you, but he’d still make sure you get some rest at the end. He just likes to play with people and get you all worked up. If you react, it means it’s not serious and he doesn’t have to intervene.
However, if he sees that you are really sick ?
He’d gladly grab any doctor in the hospital and make sure they do their job…
Bo: "Can’t ya see it’s bad ?! Whatya standin’ over there like a bunch of daisies for when sunshine’s over there—suffering ?!"
Penny:
Penny would look over you from the shadows and cuddle with you when you want a little comfort during your sick days.
He’d also bring you his favourite games, so you don’t get bored.
However, he knows he doesn’t know anything about coughs and sickness in general. He’d stay at the feet of your bed and hear your breathing.
As long as you’re breathing, he’d stay calm and collected. He’d let the doctors do their jobs and only growl in warning from time to time if he feels that they’re hurting you.
He’d bring you snacks and make sure you don’t get bored while you rest.
Jason:
Jason: "…"
The man would understand, but he wouldn’t have a clue of how to help you.
He’d hug you and hope for the best.
Freddy:
Freddy would take care of your dreams and that you don’t get lost. Sick people often get very wild dreams and can get lost in them sometimes.
You *looking at the sky turning multiple colours and slowly enveloping you* : "…Wow. So pretty."
Freddy *grabs you* : "Whatya doin’ here, sweetheart ? Shouldn’t be out there on your own, buddy. Come on. Back in the world of the living we go."
He’d make sure your mind stays afloat, because even though he loves chaos and would love seeing you completely lose it…He’d lose something more important. He’d lose you.
Jack Torrance:
You: "I’m not sick…"
Him *looks you up and down* : "Yeah. And am not dead. Now, get back to bed."
No bullshit policy. You’re sick, you’re sick. He’d drag you back to bed if he has to—because he knows first hand that life is short and death comes quickly.
Jack would also bring you pills to sleep and get better. He may be a ghost, but he’s already been sick when he was alive.
He may be the one who can help you the best.
Brahms:
Brahms would take care of you. He’d bring you breakfast in bed and make sure you get some good rest.
Also, he’s wall boy. He’d watch over you at night and make sure you don’t overwork yourself.
However, he’d also cuddle with you at night and not let you go anywhere without him. He’d get clingy and would follow you to the kitchen or the bathroom.
And don’t even try to get away.
Brahms *appears behind you after you woke up to get a glass of water* : "Go…Back to…Bed."
OH, YOU THOUGHT THE LAST REQUEST WAS WEIRD-I have many more in-store for you
If I remember correctly, there was a post you made yourself where it was non-con. It was a big surprise coming from you.
So I was wondering if you could do the reader with the hannibal family and they do age play.
Age play: When you act younger than your age. (Usually used for sexual pleasure)
Me: Something Important to add would be spanking for a brat, (even though I like being good for rewards) wearing frilly dress and girly childish clothes (light colors), them having to dress and clean you. There's a lot to it, but remember that it's also used for sexual pleasures. So please, add some smut.
*Cue me me maniacally laughing*
Me: it's not that bad when you think about it, Charles [New Nickname Achieved!]
With my degenerative mind, we can do wonders together, think about it.
Hannibal Jr. knows how to play the caring *cough cough* daddy.
He’d be the type to reassure you and tell you everything is going to be okay. He’d wipe your tears and hold you while shushing you gently.
Hannibal Jr. wouldn’t punish you often, and would always make sure to keep his baby safe and protected.
He’d go on shopping trips with you and wait patiently while you try everything pink and fuzzy.
But the thing is, he’d also be sure to make you understand who’s got power over you. He’d be quite calm and collected while punishing you, but he’d be ruthless nonetheless.
Meaning: He’d show no emotion whatsoever while making sure you get the message.
Him *smiles before gripping you by the back of your neck* : "Sssh, love. You wanted to be a brat ? Now, I have no choice but to do this. It is for your own good. Now, be a good little love and stay still."
You move. You dead.
Kevin Hannibal:
Kevin will play right along with it and love going on shopping trips with you. He likes to be unconventional himself.
And god forbid anyone who would make fun of you for it.
Morgan *snickers when he sees you give your favourite plushie to Kevin* : "Great. Another plushie. I knew you were eager for attention, but that is just sad…"
You *lose your smile and attempt to walk off in shame*
Kevin *grabs you and settles you on his lap before flipping Morgan off* : "Yeah. And where are your gifts, Morgan ? That’s right. Ya got none. Must be sad getting no bitches, right ?"
Kevin would love your gifts and constant need for attention.
He’d be sure to take care of you and play with you as much as you want. He’d show you all the affection he’s got. No way you’re moving from his lap now….
However, he’d refuse to punish you.
His motto: Stay there, look pretty and let me spoil you rotten.
Morgan Hannibal:
Morgan wouldn’t mind, but he is one to like intellectual conversations on many different subjects. If anything, he’d be attracted to older women.
But, there is one thing that you would both agree on…Story time.
He’d be thrilled to read to you children stories or fairytales and take you to different events related to them. He’d talk to you and take you to see children movies at the theaters without a care in the world.
He may eventually become a little annoyed by your childish behaviour, but unlike Kevin…Morgan would have no problem punishing you when you turn into a brat.
You *accidentally throw water at his face* : "M…Morgan. It was an accident. I’m sorry."
Morgan *gently wipes his face with a napkin before addressing an apologetic smile to the rest of the family* : "If you’ll excuse us…" *suddenly drags you out of the room in a flash*
He will not tolerate disrespect and would make sure you can’t sit down properly for a couple of days…
Hannibal Sr. :
Hannibal Sr. wouldn’t have a problem with it.
He would love it when you’d dress up for him and he’d dance with you and spoil you rotten with gifts and kisses.
But, you have to understand something. There is one thing he’d ask of you in return:
Complete and total submission.
You want to be his little doll ? Fine by him. But, one word of protest or even a glare out of you, and he’d be spanking the shit out of you.
Hannibal Sr. isn’t the type to play around. He needs to be in complete control. 24/7.
Hannibal Sr. *slowly strokes the top of your hair while you cry on his lap* : "Sssh…little lamb. You know better than to make me angry. Why would you try to upset me like that…"
You *whimpers* : "M’sorry…"
Hannibal Sr. *smiles* : "Good girl/boy…"
Praise king though. He’d be sure to reassure you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear after he’s done.
Peter Hannibal:
Nope. Sorry. No way that poor boy is daddy. He wouldn’t be able to be. Literally. He’s baby.
If anything, you’d both be babies together and make the whole family take care of you. Partners in craving affection.
However, he’d be more than capable of punishing you in his own way…
Peter*tying you up to a chair with the sweetest smile ever on his face* : "Let’s play a game, Y/N…You stay on this chair. And no moving at all, got it ?"
You *nod*
Him *giggles* : "Good…And tell me if it gets too much, alright ?"
And he means it.
Peter can sometimes be pretty cruel in his punishments. So, better tell him when it’s too much.
Hello! I just wanna ramble a bit on my ideas for nurse!reader and hannibal family,
Imagine Peter getting attached to nurse!Reader and calling them some sort of parental name (like mom, dad, uncle, aunt) and Stuff, I like to think that hannibal Jr would smile every time he sees them with Peter, and Peter talking about them and seeing them as a another parental figure just makes hannibal jr fall in love more, like the other slashers. Sorry if this is annoying but I seriously can't get it out of my head,
If you'd like, you can interpret this as a request and write headcanons or even a fic, but also this is just my ideas and ramblings, I'd love to know your thoughts on them! :D
(Here you go ! Had to change the plot a bit, but I still hope you’ll like it !)
It was supposed to be visitors’ day and Hannibal Sr. had asked for Peter.
You had allowed their regular visits, as the young boy had been insistent on coming to the hospital to visit his father. However, things didn’t go as planned when Peter acted unexpectedly by taunting the guards and made sure to get a reaction out of them…He started mocking them and acting rudely towards them on purpose—even though he had never been anything else but respectful and kind towards you.
It made you want to protect him. But, even with eyes everywhere—you had difficulties keeping him out of trouble.
And you knew he’d end up hurt eventually…
In one of the corridors :
"You little fucker ! What did ya just say ?", the guard seethed and Peter cackled.
"What ? Are you deaf ? I said…Your punches are weak and that I’d eat you, but you surely taste like shit."
The guard punched the boy in the stomach and was about to continue when you stormed in with a frown on your face.
"Stop. Right now."
The guard glared at Peter who was now on the floor, but didn’t object and only humphed unhappily before leaving the room. You stared at the guard until he was out of view before rushing by Peter’s side to take a look at his injuries.
"Nothing too serious…", you quickly assessed before sighing in relief, but your brow furrowed again as you looked up at Peter’s face. "But, what happened ? Why did you provoke that guard ? It doesn’t sound like you to cause problems, Peter…It’s the third time this month."
Peter winced as he recognised the clear disappointment in your voice, but he only shrugged in response.
"Felt like it…"
He looked away guiltily and your expression softened as you sighed again. He was lying. He was clearly upset. You knew that seeing Hannibal Sr. in a cage must be hard on Peter’s mind. But, there was nothing you could do for now…
"Alright…Want me to call someone to pick you up ?", you asked instead and Peter nodded.
"Yeah. Call my uncle…"
You smiled and nodded in agreement before calling Hannibal Jr. to come…You had to talk to him about Peter.
An hour later :
The door bell rang and when you opened, Hannibal Jr. was standing there in his tailored suit and was wearing his best smile—his best lie.
"Why…Hello there, Y/N. I have come to pick up Peter ?"
You nodded before letting him in and he stepped in with a curious look on his face—glancing back at you as you locked the door behind him. You knew he already knew the premises better than most doctors in the hospital, but he still pretended to be observing his surroundings.
"Thank you for calling me.", he said and you nodded.
"Of course. Please. Follow me."
You led him to your office where Peter was waiting. When he saw you enter, he smiled…but that smile quickly vanished when he saw Hannibal Jr. enter after you.
"…Peter.", Hannibal Jr. started and you could see that Peter suddenly felt uneasy.
"Uncle.", he greeted back and they stared at each other for a moment in perfect silence. There was a certain tension in the air and you sighed.
"Peter…I have called your uncle because it is the third time you’ve purposefully attacked a member of my staff…It needs to stop."
Peter didn’t say anything. He seemed unable to look you in the eye.
"If you keep it up, you will not be allowed any more visits, do you understand ?", you asked and Peter remained silent. You sighed and were about to say something else when Hannibal Jr. took a step forward.
"Apologise to Y/N.", Hannibal Jr. surprisingly backed you up and the look he gave Peter made him look down in shame.
"Alright. M’sorry, uncle/auntie…Never gonna do it again.", Peter apologised and everyone in the room fell silent.
Now, it wouldn’t have caused a problem if it was Hannibal Jr. he was referring to…but he had looked at you while apologising. You slowly turned around to look at Hannibal Jr. who did his best to keep a neutral face on—but you still caught a slight flicker of surprise in his eyes at the mistake. Peter frowned at the sudden awkwardness in the room…until he realised.
"Wait…No…I didn’t mean…", he tried to explain—but Hannibal Jr. shook his head.
"Car, Peter. Now.", Hannibal Jr. told Peter who looked at you with worry in his eyes. But, before you could say anything, Hannibal Jr. stared sternly at Peter. "I said now, Peter."
The young boy gulped before finally complying. The moment he was out of the room, Hannibal Jr. sighed and shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe he had never noticed the extent to Peter’s attachment to you until now…
"It was a silly mistake. He didn’t mean…", you tried to defend Peter—but Hannibal Jr. cut you off.
"I know. I know what he meant…" You frowned as his expression still didn’t soften as he turned to look at you to elaborate. "I know that the boy is impulsive and easily influenced by his emotions. I also know that his actions are often the result of silly mistakes."
"Then why do you seem so concerned ?", you asked and Hannibal Jr. sighed. He stayed silent and looked at the door. You knew he wanted to leave, but you wouldn’t let him—not without a clear answer.
You grabbed Hannibal Jr.’s hand as he was about to leave and forced him to look at you.
"Answer me, Hannibal. Would it be so bad for the boy to see me as someone he can trust ?" You hesitated before adding in a whisper. "Won’t you ever learn to trust me ?"
Hannibal Jr. tilted his head to stare at you silently for a couple of minutes—his eyelids flickering for a second as he thought about it.
You had always made sure to help the Hannibal family, even since the hospital had learnt of their existence. You had always made sure Hannibal Sr. get the best treatment and care. You viewed each visit as something beneficial for the patient and his family You had made regular visits to the Hannibal manor to give them news on their incarcerated family member…Hannibal Jr. didn’t only trust you, he respected you. But, you’d never be aware of it. He’d never let you…
"…Because Hannibals tend to hurt the people they care about, Y/N. And you are not a slasher."
You were taken aback by his cold and harsh words. You finally released him and Hannibal Jr. didn’t leave you the time to process what he said before he stepped out and left the hospital.
In the car :
Peter was waiting for him and didn’t say a word when his uncle sat down next to him and drove off. They stayed in perfect silence for a few seconds before Hannibal Jr. licked his lips and spoke.
"…Y/N is not family. Never make the mistake again."
"But, uncle…", Peter tried to protest but, one look from Hannibal Jr and he was rendered speechless.
"Never again, Peter. Promise me.", he insisted and Peter frowned in incomprehension and frustration. Hannibal Jr. seemed more upset about his silly little mistake than the fact he had fought with a guard. Peter didn’t understand why Hannibal Jr. was so set on him to stay away from you. You had never ever been anything but nice to him and the family…
"I do not understand…why don’t you like Y/N ?", he finally asked—but Hannibal Jr. didn’t answer and only started the car again towards the Hannibal manor. Hannibal Jr. restrained a bittersweet smile. If the boy only knew…But, he would understand with time.
Hannibals had no one else to rely upon but themselves. And it would have to stay this way.
Some words of comfort from any and all slashers, fellow fans, and even you, Charlie, would be very appreciated today. As I was getting ready to go to work on this fine Monday; I received a call from my mother and was told that my grandma had passed away on her way to work. Everything hurts but I'm also numb at the same time.
Author : "I am so sorry, darling. I know it must hurt right now, but it will get better. I promise."
Peter: "I am sure she is in a good place."
Brahms *hugs you* : "You. Not sad. Smile. Because...You. Knew. Her."
Michael *hugs you as well*
Jason *nods and pats your head* : "Always. Inside. You."
Hannibal Sr. : "Do not worry, little lamb. Think of all the things she must have done in her life and how proud she must have been of you. She managed to have a full life and see her grandchild grow up to become an incredible woman...She must have left happy—knowing she had had what most people never have in a lifetime...Do not be sad because she is gone. Be happy because she lived."
I'm just working on a side project that is very important to me. I have realized I have been spending a lot of time answering requests and now, well...I need to create another side blog for this project and focus on what I want to write.
It should be this sort of huge multicrossover story I have been meaning to write for a very long time and need all of my attention on it. I am currently writing the first season that revolves around the Star Wars Universe and I'm very excited about it.
Hope you understand and I'll be back as soon as possible. Until then, I will be accepting no more requests.
Love how the guardians are more worried about us wanting to be friends with Pitch, than us literally hanging out with cannibals, dream demons, clown alien killers, etc.
Klaus : "We do not condone what they've done, but we remember them as the sweet children they used to be."
Tooth fairy : "The children who used to hide their teeth under their pillow and wish for love and affection."
Sand : *the children who dreamt of making a difference*
Jack : "And the children who used to make snow angels and play in the snow."
Not sure if someone already asked this so feel free to ignore 😅 but when are the Slashers birthday's? (In your AU, I mean). I think someone already asked about Hannibal's, if I'm not mistaken?!
Hey there 🥰 do you have any requesting rules? And do you prefer your requests to be in a specific format like hcs, scenarios, prompts, oneshots or do you not mind?
Author: "I do not have rules for the requests per say. But I do ask you that you use fandoms I am a part of. I also can veto a request if I feel like it isn’t really something I’m comfortable with. As for the format ? I usually go with whatever I feel like depending on the request and my motivation. If you have a preferred format, please mention it in the request. Also, I always prefer people to precise which characters they really want in their request if it is a list of characters. I also usually take time to answer each request, so don’t worry if I do not answer right away."
