for the criminally insane

what a fantastic day to remember that DID malingering is purposefully claiming to have dissociative identity disorder when you do not, and imitative DID is thinking you have dissociative identity disorder when you do not, without realising.

DID malingering has NEVER been “endogenic system”, “roleplaying favourite characters”, or “has lots of fictives so they’re probably fake :/ ”. it is SPECIFICALLY about dissociative identity disorder and, more often than not, a desire to escape criminal responsibility by trying for the insanity defense (which, by the way, almost never passes as a valid defense). by definition, you cannot be malingering DID if you are an endogenic system because you are not claiming to have DID.

that is all.

Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity (NGRI)

Less than 1 in 500 defendants enter a plea of NGRI, and over 90% of defendants that do enter this plea are found guilty. When a defendant is found NGRI they are not released back into society. Rather, he or she is sent to a specialised forensic hospital for a designated period of time. Depending on the offence, this can actually be longer than the sentence would have been if the person was found guilty and incarcerated. As with competency, being unable to understand the nature and consequences of the offence is not an easy threshold to reach. The defendant must be unduly impaired. In most cases these individuals are so out of contact with reality that they were not aware that they had committed a crime or that what they were doing was wrong. Those found NGRI, for this reason, usually have extensive histories of mental illness.

° ✧ GOTHAM PROMPTS.

triggers apply. mentions of death, murder and crime and offensive terms.

❛  You can’t have organized crime without law and order.
❛ You make a life of crime sound very noble.
❛ I love this city, and I see it going to hell. 
❛ You want me to keep quiet about all this?
❛ You want to say that a little louder? Not everybody heard.
❛ You’re just a little sinner like the rest of us.
❛ You can’t go around killing priests. At least not in public.
❛ The city’s sick. Sick in a way I hadn’t realized.
❛ I should put a bullet in your head right now.
❛ They will always hide the truth from you, but not me! 
❛ Gotham’s golden rule, no heroes.
❛ When you know what a man loves, you know what can kill him.
❛ So what is your play? I mean, you got one, right?
❛ We’re gonna be dead in the streets in time for the evening edition.
❛ We have unfinished business.
❛ Hit me, and I’ll let you kiss me.
❛ You know I’d bring you back here in a second…if I could.
❛ That’s my name. I’m not sure about “famous.”
❛ A simple phone call would resolve things, I’m sure.
❛ Only a man from a lunatic asylum would say that. 
❛ You’re like a human roller coaster, except you only go down.
❛ It’s a cupcake with a live bullet sticking out of it.
❛ I don’t got a thing for nobody. My thing is for me.
❛ The more you cut me, the bigger I grow. What am I?
❛ You notice I don’t ask you about your love life.
❛ I figured better here than sleeping on the street.
❛ Get your things. I’m taking you someplace safe.
❛ Is this… are you asking me a riddle?
❛ The poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it you’ll die.
❛ We’re all standing on the abyss, paralyzed by fear.
❛ Three dates, and I still haven’t been to your apartment.
❛ Perhaps it’s not our friends but… our enemies that define us.
❛ I’m just like the phoenix. I’ll just rise again and again and again.
❛ What can I say? You had me at homicide.
❛ Why would you do that? Why’d you even say that?
❛ I do like that you think of me as a loved one.
❛ Still looking for clues, sir? Or just breaking stuff?
❛ I’m trying to protect you. I’m trying to keep you safe.
❛ What have you done? Chop up your mommy?
❛ There’s nothing more contagious than laughter!
❛ That was strangely pleasant. Do it again.
❛ Hey, you’re psychic. So, tell me, do I kill?
  ❛ Your legacy will be death and madness.
❛ Every evil bastard in the world was “just a kid” once.
❛ Crime unpunished is a crime in itself.
❛ Anyone who doesn’t wanna get shot, raise your hands!
❛ What good’s family if you’re a slave?
❛ Who cares if you’re free? What good’s freedom if you’re alone?
❛ You don’t have the stomach to kill me yourself? 
❛ I don’t like this any more than you, but it is the only way.
❛ What sickness? I’m not sick.
❛ Oh, please, that is such a ridiculous cliché…
❛ I’m not a criminal, you know. I’m just…insane.
❛ Come on, pull the damn trigger!
❛ I’m going out there, with or without you.
❛ That’s exactly what an insane person would say!
❛ I could tell you, but then I would have to lobotomize you.
❛ Why didn’t you kill me? I would’ve killed you in an instant. 
❛ I think maybe you’re not cut out for this after all.
❛ There’s something between us. You have to see that.
❛ Well, how would you ever know if you don’t give it a try?
❛ You don’t have any whiskey, do you?
❛ We’ll contact you when the time is right. Enjoy your evening.
❛ Focus on the good you can do, that’s what counts.
❛ The badge holds expectations. People want a hero, and I’m not.
❛ The only question is, where do you stand?
❛ Oh my God, you guys are a couple?
❛ If I’m right, we can have way more than vengeance. 
❛ This is just a classic case of wrong place, wrong time. 
❛ Damn you for telling me this now!
❛ You seep into people’s lives until you destroy them.
❛ I know I’ve been dead, but doesn’t that sound a little crazy to you?
❛ And when morning comes, you too shall be reborn.
❛ Leave it to death to give you a whole new perspective on life. 
❛ Don’t ever touch me again or tell me what to do.
❛ You won’t see me coming, and you won’t feel a thing.
❛ I got plenty of darkness inside me, I just don’t dwell on it.
❛ I destroy everything and everyone around me.
❛ You want revenge, kill yourself.

Something to keep in mind:

Oswald Cobblepot is not insane.

Edward Nygma is insane.

Edward has auditory and visual hallucinations and struggles to recognize them as a product of his mind, he has displayed paranoid delusions, his grip on what is right and wrong is tenuous, he doesn’t recognize his actions as ‘mad’ and is confused when people consider them as such, and he displays OCD in the form of riddles. He is deeply mentally ill and people like Fox recognize that.

Oswald is a sociopath, but that alone does not make one insane. He knows the difference between right and wrong and his thoughts are not disordered or skewed by delusions; he has all his mental faculties intact.

I say this because I see a lot of people consider Oswald insane based solely on his sadism and capacity for murder (most commonly in nygmobblepot), but there’s a reason murderers go to jail rather than a facility for the criminally insane. Oswald only ever went to Arkham because he claimed he was insane. If he hadn’t, he would have gone straight to Blackgate Penitentiary, and that’s likely where he will opt to go in the future considering how awful Arkham was for him.

Jerome Valeska Imagine- Life’s A Joke (Part One?)

I know I usually write Teen Wolf fic, but I love Gotham so much. Are Imagines like this something you would be into? Warning this is quite long.

Y/N Gordon, what a name to live up to. You moved in with your uncle, after the death of you parents. You loved your him of course, but by no means were you anything alike. You had no interest in being the ‘hero’ of Gotham, if anything you were waiting for the city to crumble into non-existence. You weren’t always like this. But being forced to watch the murder of your parents, changed you. You cared about nothing- you were bored with life completely.

It was Wednesday, you and Uncle J had a tradition of eating takeout burgers in the police car during his lunch break. You had grown bored of it a long time ago, but you knew he needed it. Even if you both sat in silence, you were still together. But today stood out like no other. You were parked In an alleyway somewhere, when the police radio flicked on with urgency. “Jim, Jim are you there?” a voice spoke with panic. You looked at each other, before he responded. “Yeah, what’s the problem Harvey?” he asked. You slurped on your milkshake, awaiting the response. “The Maniax have been spotted downtown, you need to get here now!” he reported. “I’ll be there, I just need to drop off my niece” he told. “There’s no time Jim-” he began to say, followed by the faint sound of gun shots in the background. “Shit” your uncle muttered, before beginning to reverse out of the alleyway.

“Stay in the car!” Uncle J said firmly, knowing you had a problem with following authority. “Sure” you shrugged, looking at him with eyes that said otherwise. He huffed, before slamming the door shut behind him. He looked at you through the window and showed you his car keys, before putting child lock on, to prevent you from getting out. He smiled as you rolled your eyes at him, before following the sound of gun shots and shouting officers. You were sitting for no longer than 10 seconds, before you climbed into the driver’s seat and took out one of your earrings, before beginning to tamper with the mechanics of the vehicle. You then shoved the door open and slammed it shut behind you. Like hell, were you waiting in a police car for your uncle to return hours later. You walked along the sidewalk, away from the sound of shooting and screams. You found yourself in an empty street, as the breeze hit your skin. You took a second to spin around and embrace the feeling. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself looking up at the roof of a building. You could see someone with bright hair and an Arkham Asylum uniform on. They appeared to be fixated on you and you couldn’t seem to look away either. He began pointing a gun towards you, but you couldn’t move. Not out of fear, but curiosity. That’s when you heard more gunshots and shouting coming closer towards you. “They went this way” you heard Harvey shout. You looked away from the rooftop when you felt someone grab your shoulder. “What did I tell you Y/n!” your Uncle shouted, pulling you away. “I was bored” you shrugged, with no emotion. “Did you see where they went?” Harvey asked, joining the pair of you. “Where who went?” you asked with false naivety. “Jerome Valeska and the other whackjobs” he added. You thought for a second, before giving your response. “No” you replied laconically. He sighed before nodding and heading off down the street. Jim guided you back to the car, you climbed in willingly, sensing the annoyance radiating from. “Stay” he ordered, and this time you complied. He then slammed the door shut and also headed off. “Jerome Valeska” you repeated.

Your uncle returned to the car, after about an hour or so. You were on the verge of falling asleep, but you soon brightened up as he sat in the drivers seat. The car journey was silent for about ten minutes, before you reluctantly broke the silence. “I’m sorry” you mumbled, looking down at your nails. He simply raised his eyebrows, as a sign for you to continue. “I shouldn’t have left the car, it was irrational and stupid” you added. “Apology accepted” he returned, smug of you admitting defeat. “Did you find him- and the others” you quickly added the last part. “No” he said with clear disappointment. “What did they do?” you asked. “They made a statement, using seven innocent lives to do it” he didn’t want to tell you, but he knew you wouldn’t drop it until he did. “Why?” you pried. “Insanity Y/n, it makes a person do the craziest things” he spoke. You took that as an indication for you to stop asking questions, but by no means did you stop thinking about the insane criminals, about the boy with the bright hair.

It had been a week since you saw him, and the news of the terror group was spreading around Gotham like wild fire. You were the only person at your school who didn’t seem to be petrified by the thought. You were sitting on the school bus, due to your uncle taking away your own car keys as punishment. You prepared yourself for a long and boring journey, but the events that followed were anything but that.

You were surrounded by all the preppy losers, who were meeting up for their traditional meal, before a big game. You sat down on a seat on your own and rolled your eyes, after having no other choice but to hear them practice their cheers and chants. You hadn’t taken the bus since Freshman year and even you knew the bus was taking an abnormally long time to drive off. You opened the window and lit up a cigarette, ignoring the fake coughs from the annoyed cheerleaders, who were certainly convinced you were going to give them blood poisoning. Screams and cries soon began to erupt, from the front of the bus, making its way along. You glanced to the front, seeing a familiar figure. It was him. Before he began to speak, an accomplice of his began to cuff you all to the chairs. You were cuffed by a half-wit, still holding the burning cigarette in your hand. “Give me an O” Jerome shouted with amusement, beginning to pace down the bus. The students around you immediately complied, with shaky voices. “Give me a H” he continued. You simply lifted your hands to your mouth, having another puff on the toxic paper. “Give me a N” he added, reaching you. You looked at him, with no sign of fear or obedience. “Give me a N” he leant down and breathed on your neck. You simply turned to face him and blew your smoke into his face. He quickly jolted up, causing the other students to flinch and whimper. “I know who you are” he worked out. Before giving that unforgettable laugh of his. You watched in complete amassment. “You’re Officer Jim Gordon’s daughter” he claimed dramatically, as if he was giving a performance. “Niece” you corrected. He titled his head, surprised by your disobedience, as opposed to your bravery. “Why didn’t you tell them where I was? You could have saved your own life, as well of all of your peers” he once again grew closer to you. “You could have shot me then, and saved yourself if I did tell them where you were” you equally retort. He grabbed your chin and titled your head, staring into your eyes. He searched them, looking for any sign of emotion and found none. He smirked, before letting go and making his way back to the front of the bus.

Meanwhile, your Uncle and Harvey worked at the station, stuck in an endless pile of new leads and paperwork. That’s when they got the phone call. “Y/n’s on that bus” his eyes widened, as he slammed down the phone and grabbed his keys from his desk. Jerome grabbed the hose, filled with gasoline. “Give me a H” he finished. Your classmates once again complied. “What’s that spell?” he asked mockingly. “Oh No” they all answered. Shit. You threw your lit cigarette out of the window, as he began to spray gasoline all over the bus. He moved up and down all of the seats, spraying each person individually. That was until he reached you. “Anything to say?” he asked you casually, while holding the hose over the person behind you, drowning them in the liquid. “I’ve never been one for cliché last words” you retaliated sarcastically, looking away from him. “How about now?” he asked, now holding a gun to your head. “Shoot me” you said fearlessly, still refusing to pay him attention. You were the only person not coated in gasoline. 

Jerome stood outside, holding a lighter. He then gave a speech to his accomplices, as Uncle J and the other officers began to arrive. He threw the lighter on the ground, after realising it wasn’t working. “Anyone got a light?” he teased, as if he had all the time In the world. He then smirked, after seeing the lit cigarette on the ground. “She can finish this one” he grinned, throwing it onto the trail of gasoline, heading towards the bus, before making a quick escape. Jim entered the bus, getting into the drivers seat. He then proceeded to move the bus to safety, narrowly avoiding the flames. He sighed and the screams come to a halt, being replaced with cries of relief. “Everybody okay?” he asked, before turning around to the terrified students. They muttered their responses, still in complete shock. Uncle J then stood up in adrenaline and made his way over to your seat. The only empty seat. “Where’s Y/n?” he practically whispered, scared to hear the answer. “Where is Y/N!? He repeated, shouting this time. There was almost silence on the bus, before someone spoke up. “They took her- he took her” a voice answered in distain.

Part Two? Let me know if you want this to continue as a Jerome Valeska series x

A Writer’s Guide to Murder, Assault, and Getting Away With It In Court

We writers love murder and mayhem, don’t we? We kill, hurt, and maim our characters because we love them. And sometimes, characters actually get charged for the crimes they commit on the page. So how does that all work, anyway? And how can someone who’s done something like this, get away with it?

I should probably mention that this is not a guide for planning The Perfect Murder. I am, in fact, not qualified to teach people in that area.

But I can talk about how to charge someone with crimes, and how to potentially defeat those charges under the right circumstances. Which is also fun, right? Right! Off we go.

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Take Me Away (Joker x Reader)

“Imagine being an inmate in Arkham Asylum and seducing your new blue-eyed doctor to help you escape.”

Requested by @arkhamstates: “Can you write an au where the joker is the reader’s psychiatrist in Arkham asylum? (or any other thing, just the joker is the good guy and the reader is the bad guy xD)

Warnings: Minor violence.


Arkham Asylum.

How does someone describe such a place? The view that you had from your small bared window was horrible. The food was disgusting and mushy. The beds were hard and uncomfortable. Not to mention that the guards were assholes.

You rocked back and forth in your chair, your arms were restrained in the tight material of the straight jacket that you had been forced into. The rain pounded against the windows and walls as you patiently waited. You could hear the voices from the other side of the door and then the door opened. You expected to see the ugly face of your doctor, but you were pleasantly surprised.

“Sorry for the wait.”

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(Peter Parker x Reader): Criminal

Summary: You were on Team Cap for the fight in Germany, but it turns out you had a connection to a certain spiderling on the other side. With you in prison and then hiding Peter doesn’t know what to do.

A/N: Gets a bit angsty so be prepared. Still debating if I’ll continue this.


 “Wanda, please,” You begged, pleading with the other girl as you ran up to where she was laying in Vision’s arms, ‘We need to go - now.” You were losing, badly, Wanda had collapsed, and you’d lost sight of your other teammates.

“No. We stay with the team. We will lose this battle.” Wanda replied as you helped her stand up as Vision slowly moved away.

“But-” You start, trying to protest. You’d already found an easy escape route to take.

“Steve got away.” Wanda says, cutting you off, “We completed the mission. That’s how we do things around here. We’re a team so we stick together.” 

Before you could argue back you were surrounded by guards. It was too late for hiding now.

“Wanda, what should I do?” You asked, panicked as you looked around nervously. You’d never seen someone point a gun at someone else before, let alone at you.

“We surrender.” She replied, pulling herself to her feet shakily, placing her hands on her head.

You glanced around again, scanning the rest of the airport, hoping for someone else from your team to help you out. You looked around only to see all of the others already in handcuffs being shoved into a heavily armed truck.

You made eye contact with Clint for a fleeting moment. You could tell that this man, the man who had asked you to come fight this war could see the fear in your eyes and all you could see in his own eyes was regret.

You reluctantly placed your hands on your head and allowed them to restrain you before throwing you into the truck with the others, each of you in your own personal cage.


Despite your insistence that you would come willingly you were forced onto a cot and strapped down. At times you could hear the others so you knew that they were in cells close by. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything.

“-Tony Stark.” You hear Clint say loudly, and judging by the bitterness in his tone the man himself was actually here, “You better watch your back on this guy. There’s a chance he’s gonna break it.” You heard as you forced yourself out of the daze you’d been in. 

“How dare you-”

“Are you kidding me, Tony? They’re kids and you’re treating them like animals.” Clint replies angrily, his paternal instincts coming out as he argues about the two teen girls.

“With no suit, wings or arrows, you’re nothing.” Tony says, “Those girls are fully armed and dangerous.”

“Mr. Stark?” You called out straining to lift your head off the cot with your arms still chained down, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who was responsible for you being here, “Huge honor by the way, is there any chance of you letting us go? Because I have a massive Physics test on Wednesday and my teacher is going to kill me if I don’t show up.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” He taunts as you see him saunter over.

“Oh come on, I know you’re reading my file on that watch of yours.” You reply, rolling your eyes, “(Y/N) (L/N),  Midtown School of Science and Technology, Sophomore, honor roll, super speed. It’s all there.”

“Along with a series of behavior reports from your foster parents,” Tony Stark adds.

“See? I may be chained down but I’m not an idiot.” You reply with a slight smirk, “If you’re not going to let us go, can you tell Parker that I’m going to miss the robotics competition?”

“Parker-how do you know about him?” He asks quickly, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and surprise causing you to grin, glad that you have his attention.

“Don’t worry, I just snuck a peek under the mask during the fight, his voice sounded familiar.” You explain, “We’re friends, we go to school together -I’d be surprised if he didn’t figure out who I am too- but that’s not the point, the point is that I’m on the drive team for robotics so they need to find somebody to replace me.” You told him, thinking of the scrappy geek of a friend that with no doubt was back at school already and hopefully wondering where you were.

 But Tony Stark was already walking away and you let your head fall back onto the cot, “Well, fuck you,” You muttered, realizing that no one would even know where you were.


“She’s where?!” Peter practically yelled into his phone, confused and angry, “Doesn’t she have to get a trial or something?”

“They’re considering them weapons of mass destruction. Those don’t get trials.” Tony’s detached voice told him.

“But she’s just a kid!” Peter protested.

“And so are you, but you two have abilities, those abilities make you different and hold you to a higher level of responsibility, you accepted that responsibility and so has (Y/N), now she has to face those consequences.” Tony explained.

“But-” Peter started to say before getting cut off.

“This wasn’t a game Peter, this was an all out war, and it makes her a criminal, I’m sorry, but I can’t do anything about it.” Tony said before hanging up, leaving Peter dumbfounded, confused, and just generally unsure of what to do. How could he help her? It so painful to think of (Y/N) being held in some sort of insane prison when there were actual criminals being allowed to run free. Not to mention the fact that Peter had been developing a bit of a crush on you, he felt like he had to save her.


You were restless, all of the pent up energy you had meant that you couldn’t sleep or even think clearly. You didn’t realize you were being broken out until the cuffs around your wrists and legs that you’d grown so accustomed to were suddenly opened.

Before you could mentally respond your body was sitting up right, “Oh thank god,” I cried as you launched yourself out of the door to your cell and into the open where you wrapped your arms around Steve, enveloping him in a tight hug before running to Wanda’s side, helping her out of her own cell and the straightjacket they’d put her in.

Minutes later you were sitting in the Quinjet with the rest of the team, Wanda was sitting quietly next to you (she still hadn’t said anything to anyone so you were just waiting it out), Clint was standing a ways away talking on a burner phone to his wife and kids, Scott was sleeping on a row of seats, and Sam was up front with Steve and Bucky.


“What do you mean they broke out? What’s going to happen to her? Is she going to be safe?” Peter asked, each question rapidly succeeding the other as he stood with Tony outside of Rhodey’s rehabilitation center.

“We’re not sure where they are or how exactly they got out, but she’s with Cap so she’s safe. Steve mentioned her specifically in his letter with specific hopes that you would know that she was okay.” Tony told the young man.

“What should I do? What can I do?” Peter asked, looking to his mentor for advice.

Tony sighed, unsure of what to say, “For now? Replace her on the robotics team, I’ll see if I can’t find a way for her to get back.”


You were wandering T’Challa’s mansion (it was the only place you were allowed to go freely since you and the rest of the team were still wanted criminals and with your powers you couldn’t handle sitting still for more than an hour) when you came across Steve.

“Captain Rogers,” You greeted him, “I really appreciate the whole breaking me out of maximum security prison thing, but when do I get to go home?” You asked. You obviously didn’t want to go back to The Raft, but you were feeling really cooped up and just wanted to get back to some semblance of your old life.

“(Y/N)…You can’t, they’re looking for you, for all of us. If you go back they’ll find you and throw you back in prison.” Steve told you.

“I have a life, school, friends back in Queens. What will they think if I just disappear like this?” You asked, surely people were still confused as to where you had disappeared to.

“We got some intel on that, when you were arrested they told your foster parents and school you were arrested on drug charges.” Steve told you, giving you that look of pity that people who felt bad about your situation always gave you.

“So no one cares that I’m gone.” You replied with sigh, you’d only been at this last home a few months, of course they wouldn’t care to look into what happened to you, you were just another troubled kid to them.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), with your record it seems like everyone accepted it would happen. I know it’s not fair. Considering the fact that you know that spiderman kid, there’s no way you can go back to your old life and pretend none of this happened.” He said before pulling you into an awkward hug before walking away.

You knew Steve was right, you’re not stupid. But it didn’t change the fact that you were standing in Wacanda with no hope of freedom. Would you ever see Peter again?

Excerpt of an article featuring notorious serial killer Edmund Kemper. The article, published on 31 August 1964, describes the murder of his grandparents, as well as the reasoning behind the murder. Kemper killed his grandparents at the tender age of fifteen. He was sent to the criminally insane unit of the Atascadero State Hospital and was released on parole just five years later.  

Photograph of the San Francisco Coroner removing the body of one of Lashaun Harris’s children, found in the waters off Fort Mason in San Francisco, Ca., on Wednesday, October 19, 2005. Harris threw all three of her sons, who were aged 6, 2 and 16 months old, into the San Francisco bay - although only the body of Taronta, her 2 year old, was found. Harris claimed that voices were telling her to send her kids to heaven, she was declared criminally insane and will serve her sentence in a psychiatric hospital.

#FannibalFicRecs

This post was supposed to be much shorter, but people in the Hannibal fandom are so talented and there are too many fics that I love, so this is the result…
After much struggle I decided to divide the stories into two categories: fics that I read some time ago and that still hunt me, and some WIPs that I am following eagerly.
I tried to avoid reccing the “classic” stories and to limit myself to one rec for each writer. It doesn’t mean that I don’t love them, it’s just a length-of-the-post problem!

Fanfictions that stole my heart and that still have to give it back

Friendship is Not My Forte by Azure_K_Mello
“When Will becomes too ill to stand Hannibal takes him to another neurologist. Then the good doctor takes care of him and learns a little more about Will in the process.”
Season one AU where Will’s mental issues have much more influence in his life than in the series. Will is acutely aware of his problems and perfectly capable of dealing with them, and the story explores his coping mechanisms and the constant struggle to live as a functional member of society. In the meantime, Hannibal murders people, Jack tries to catch murderers and the slow burn love story proceeds. This is a WIP, but absolutely charming!

Alternative Means of Influence by 9_of_Clubs and Quedarius
“There are means of influence other than violence.
A Ravenclaw with a rare and inconvenient talent for legilimency; a Slytherin who cannot speak, and thus cannot spell. Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter are strange boys who fall into a strange friendship in this Hogwarts AU, told through their journal entries.
Magic and all else aside, what could have been if they came into each other’s lives at just the right moment.”

Hogwarts AU sadly in hiatus -.-“
This story touches all the genres, from tooth-rotting fluff to devastating angst and violence. As in the Harry Potter books, the plot grows increasingly darker and Hannibal’s sad past is slowly revealed. This story is an emotional rollercoaster and it is impossible to stop reading it!

Wage Your War by Della19
“To say that Will Graham is still an unmated, childless omega at the age of thirty-eight is his own choice is true. It is not to say that it is his preference. Will wants a mate and a family just as much – perhaps even more – than the next omega. He’s simply never met that one person who fit the bill before. And then he walks into Jack Crawford’s office and meets Hannibal Lecter and well that, as they say in the business, is that.
Now all he needs to do is convince Hannibal of that. But well, this is Hannibal Lecter he is dealing with. It must be done a certain…flair. But that isn’t a problem for Will. Not at all.
After all, snakes may kill mongoose, but one must never forget this as well: mongoose hunt snakes too.
It’s Will Graham’s turn to wage his war.
Or, here is a fic about omega!Will Graham manipulating alpha!Hannibal Lecter into getting exactly what he wants.”

This story features dark omega Will slowly manipulating Hannibal into loving him. It is refreshing to see Will using his empathy as a weapon to get what he wants and to kill without a second thought. In the meantime, he also convinces Hannibal that Hannibal is trying to court Will, and not the other way round! Because, of course, it wouldn’t do to destroy an alpha’s pride…
Absolutely dark and delightful!

Bloodline by @xzombiexkittenx
“Someone is murdering fledgling vampires and it’s up to Will Graham to figure out whodunnit while coming to grips with his own undeath. Ostensibly, Hannibal Lecter, whose noble and ancient linage opens doors for the investigation, is supposed to be helping. Helping, is not the term Will would use.”
The classic story where Will has to pretend to be Hannibal’s boyfriend to solve a murder, but with vampires! The investigation proceeds more or less smoothly, and in the meantime we get to discover Hannibal’s quirks as a vampire. Because it is not possible for Hannibal not to cook, right?
Very funny and heartwarming fic, with murders. As in the best Hannigram tales.

This Dangerous Game by MissDisoriental
“ “Keep your wits about you Inspector Graham – I rather fear you are going to need them.”
London 1888. In order to catch the notorious serial killer known as Jack the Ripper, Will Graham must seek the insights of Dr Hannibal Lecter.“

Hannigram AU set in victorian London, with great characterization, humor, cliffhangers and an intricate plot!
This is my absolute favourite AU in all the fandom. Miss Disoriental is incredibly talented and can both make you laugh or scream in terror!
The connection between Will and Hannibal is not explained, is simply shown… They behave differently around each other, they are happier and more relaxed. They really seem meant for each other! Every sentence of the story is filtered through Will’s or Hannibal’s thoughts, which gives emotional resonance to every little details.
This is an absolute masterpiece and everyone should read it!!

Sensates by @starkaryen
“Will Graham is consulting for the FBI on the case of the Minnesota Shrike, but things complicate and everything goes wrong. When he kills Garret Jacob Hobbs, something happens to him and he starts having hallucinations with the known serial killer Hannibal Lecter, who has been imprisoned on the Baltimore State Hospital For The Criminally Insane for three years.
Or, at least, Will thinks they’re hallucinations.”

A Hannibal-Sense8 crossover. Hannibal and Will can touch and feel each other even if they have never met. Will knows from the start that Hannibal is a killer, but he is inevitally drawn to him.
This story is incredibly sweet and emotional :D

A Way to Live by @sugarmaus
“Hannibal is in the market for a new slave. It’s time for his next experiment.”
A really dark story. Hannibal is planning to amuse himself with his slave and then to kill him when he will get bored. Will has to read him correctly and to keep being interesting to survive.
The story is told by Hannibal’s sick POV. Will’s expressions and reactions are constantly evaluated and challenged, and you can see Hannibal slowly falling for his slave… and constantly planning how to kill him. The sense of danger is palpable and the exchanges between the two characters are full of tension.

WIPs that have me hooked

I Do Wander Everywhere by @moku-youbi
“ It’s something he could always do, as far back as he can remember. The first time that really stood out in his mind, he was six and his father was angry. Will did it without thought, running down the hall, trying to calm his wild heart and rapid breathing. His father’s footsteps heavy behind him.
In the end his father had dragged him out from the bed. “Never again,” he’d said, holding Will tight enough to leave bruises on his arms. “Your mother’s gone and I won’t have that under my roof.”
Canon Divergence from Takiawase. Using his ability to become invisible, Will beats Beverly to Hannibal’s house, but his reckoning soon takes on an entirely different shape than what he’d originally intended…”

Will has the ability to become invisible, and he uses it to get out of prison and wreak havoc on Hannibal. Hannibal understands what is going on, but decides to play along…
The idea is enthralling, and I am so curious about what will happen!

Priority One by @shiphitsthefan
“Will Graham became the unwilling host of a xenomorph, ultimately leading to his demise. Hannibal, an android scientist working for the Verger-Pazzi Corporation, finds his dear friend’s death unacceptable; additionally, the opportunity to study the newly-discovered species is too tempting to turn down.
The Company looks to profit; the crew of the Baltimore, to cope; the resurrected and hybridized Will, to accept his fate. As for Hannibal, his developing emotions may prove more alien than the actual one he cares for on board.”

This is a delightful serie of ficlets telling the domestic little inconveniences of android!Hannibal and xenomorph!Will. The stories are packed with so many emotions, and are hopeful and sad all at once. I can’t wait for the next chapter!!

highlands by peacefrog
“Will woke to the sound of crunching leaves. Nearby, water flowed, the scent of it bright in his nostrils. He opened his eyes and squinted against thin rays of sun. His body was bare save for the boxer shorts he went to bed in.”
When Will sleeps, he wanders into the kindom of Hannibal the Forest King. When he wakes up, he deals with the real Hannibal.
This is too short, I want to know more about this universe!

An untamed force by DrHannibalLecterMD
“A season 1 canon divergence with a different meeting.”
This is an Alpha/Beta/Omega Verse, but with a twist. Will and Hannibal meet and have sex, and Will leaves shortly after. Some months later, Hannibal found him…and his son.
There are a lot of things going on in this story. We have a serial killer trying to befriend the Ripper. We have the Ripper declaring unending love to “someone”. We have Hannibal wondering if he should just kill Will and take custody of the baby or do the effort and court him. Through murders, of course.

Conquerors by @cinnamaldeide
“Will had never felt the need to wear them in the presence of Alana, never wanted to distance himself from her, not until Hannibal went from being his best friend to the person who stole his longstanding crush.”
A short but intense dialogue featuring annoyed Will, oblivious Alana and scholar Hannibal. The interactions between the three characters are delightful, especially Hannibal trying to find the meaning of his name in history. But Will can see right through him.

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