so i was having quite a few wifi problems earlier and this gif wasnt working on my blog, but im hoping its going to work now!!
i made a little darkiplier edit-gif semi-inspired by the edits by @markired bc they are seriously goals and such inspiration for making edits and things like this!! so here it is, i apologize if it doesnt load or work, if it doesnt, i promise im trying to figure something out c:
request: Omg can you do a teasing Enoch headcanon? Or a slightly dirty one? You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course but I’m just curious 😂
a/n: this is the storyline/thing i thought of so here it goes ehfjhfgu i hope you like it. i tried to make it dirty or whatever you call it, but idk if it worked ://// and i’m going to sleep now bye :) hope you liek disss
“y/n, do you want to play ball with us?” millard called out. i turned around, my skirt whirling around me along with my hair.
“uh… what kind? like football or…?” i ask.
“yeah, like football.” hugh replied. “i mean, if your skirt won’t bother you.”
i paused. my skirt. i shouldn’t play football while wearing a skirt that only reached a little over my mid thigh. but i’m too lazy to go change. i really want to spend time with my semi-new friends.
ugh, let’s just not care and not jump too much. not like anyone ever pays attention to me wearing skirts. i’ll play.
“yes, sure.” i said after thinking through it. “my skirt absolutely won’t be a bother, don’t worry.”
i walked through the garden with hugh and millard and horace - who was supposedly the judge or something. we divided into two teams, but mine needed one more person. since enoch - my grumpy best friend - didn’t want to, i took bronwyn.
enoch sat under a tree while we played, he said he’d help horace with judging (a/n: lol i hate how this sounds but sfhsjdfhsdjf dying) - i didn’t think there would be needed any help.
we played a few rounds, me and bronwyn won three times while hugh and millard won two times. it was fun, playing with them. hugh cheated a few times, but it didn’t change much in the scores. all the while, i was just being a sore loser at football - i couldn’t play at all, i’m horrible at football.
i fell over, tumbled and there were only two times out of a possible infinity of my skirt flying only slightly up. but luckily, nobody saw that from behind, and we only laughed it off with the others. all except for enoch, who held an even more serious look on his face - if that was possible. he was always deadly serious and annoyed.
“i can’t anymore, sorry boys.” i said, holding my stomach as i tried to catch my breath from all the running and kicking.
“please y/n, just one more round!” millard whined, hugh joining after,
“i really can’t.” i said, shaking my head with a tired smile. “i’m going inside to rest a little.” i spoke and turned around to go to the house. after a few steps, i heard enoch say:
“i’ll come, too.” in a rushed voice. i looked around my shoulder and he was already catching up with me. i looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “i need to talk to you. in my room. alone.” he said, taking my arm in a slightly firm grip.
“okay…” i said.
with enoch holding my arm, we walked into the house and walked up the stairs to his room, which basically was also mine. for i spent the half of my time in there, with him.
enoch pulled me inside, shut the door and pushed me up against it. “what do you think you were doing back there?” he growled with his face so close to mine i could hear his breath on my nose.
i furrowed my eyebrows at his question. “what?”
enoch did his iconic groan and pushed me harder against the door, earning a soft yelp from me. one of his hand was on my hip. what was happening!!
“playing the game, with your skirt flying around.” enoch said. oh, SHIT! “couldn’t take my eyes off of you. and it felt so annoying to just watch you, knowing there were so many more things i could do.”
“w-what things?” i stuttered. he was really giving me major confusion right now, what was he talking about?! “what do you mean? i don’t understand what’s going.”
he chuckled, looking away. after a short moment, his eyes locked with mine again. “how can you be so clueless about your own behaviour? you were teasing me, y/n. and i do not like that.”
“teasing?” i repeated.
“oh, for bird’s sake.” he rolled his eyes.
“uh… what are you going to do about it?” i asked, ignoring his comment. enoch grinned.
his hand traced up my side, giving me ultimate shivers all over my body. this touch felt so surreal, unknown. nobody had ever held me like this. his eyes were intently watching mine as i was looking back into his orbs, waiting for something to happen.
enoch’s eyes diverted from mine when he lowered his head and slowly put his lips on mine. when our lips met, it felt hungry, lustful, dangerous? was he kissing me? is this what kissing felt like? why was he doing this? we’re best friends!
oh, but it felt so wonderful. it was my first time… doing this, i didn’t even know what to do.
enoch pulled back and looked at me watching him. why did he do that?! that felt so… yes!!!
his eyes held regret and disappointment. oh, no, no.
i put my arms around his neck, hesitantly, and pulled him closer before he could go anywhere.
“c-could you… do that… again, please?” i asked quietly. enoch’s facial expression immediately changed and he grinned. instead of answering, he dove down and connected our lips again.
bliss, utter bliss.
i would have never imagined us kissing, but this - i bet - was better than any fantasy.
i gained my courage and finally kissed him back. he smiled into the kiss and pulled me closer by my hips. and then his hand slipped down to my bum, giving it a light squeeze, as if not to scare me off or something. i gasped and it gave the perfect opportunity for him to kiss me deeper - and with tongue.
wow. where did he learn this? how was enoch such a professional? maybe he wasn’t a professional, but to me he absolutely seemed like one.
his lips then disconnected with mine, making a whine come past my lips. but he moved down to my neck to pepper that with kisses. his lips were looking for something and after a few seconds i think he found it. he kissed a spot on my neck and that made me shiver and release a small whine that sounded a little like something else.
“have you any idea what you’re doing to me?” enoch groggily said, looking me into the eyes. i smiled.
what was he doing to me? he was making me feel every type of way, my my…
“can you show me?” i suggested. enoch’s face did an emotional flip and he nodded. his lips then kissed mine again and i kissed back, showing him i felt what he did, whatever it was.
Imagine - when you arrived at the sanctuary Negan left all of his wives for you because he fell for you and only wanted you for the rest of his life. Recently you’d seen how worked up and angry he’d been around the sanctuary, ignoring you almost, so to make him happy again, you reveal a little surprise to him.
Warnings - swearing, mentions of sex, mass amount of fluff and cuteness, angst.
Your eyes followed Negan as he walked across the dining hall, all of his people dropped to their knees when he entered and were now working at double the pace in hope to impress him. A ghost of a smile appears on your lips as he turns and finds you standing in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall talking to Simon.
Negan doesn’t say anything, doesn’t wave or send you a seductive wink like he did a week ago, Simon had told you he was angry about some shit a group pulled a few days ago on a supply run, and when Negan was angry he had a short temper, and that’s when people got hurt.
Without you noticing, your hand drifted down to your stomach, rubbing the barely showing bump under your vest top. Simon notices and smirks, “You should tell him, it would make him happy,” he tells you softly with a smile, you love Simon like a brother so you didn’t react when he said it, it was getting to the point now where you were beginning to show.
You nod, “I know, I’m just waiting for the right time,” with a sigh you push yourself off the wall and brush yourself down, “Wish me luck.”
“I don’t need to.”
The people of The Sanctuary bow their heads in respect to you as you walk through, on a mission to find Negan with a thin white box trapped between your fingers. Negan wasn’t in your shared home, so you figured there was only one place he would go, and that was his office.
Sweat clams against your hands as you reach his office door, for the first time in awhile you’re afraid to face him, scared of what he might say to you. With a deep breath you grab the handle and push the door open before stepping inside, you can hear him turn around but you keep your front to the door, your hand on the handle with a death grip.
Negan sighs at your body, your back facing him, “Y/N, what are you doing here?”
That’s when you turn around to observe him, he has bags under his eyes like he hasn’t slept properly in a week, the usual spark in his eyes has disappeared and the smirk he held around you only had gone, “I wanted to see if you were okay,” you tuck a stand of your H/C hair behind your ear as you fiddle with the box in your hand with your fingers, “You’ve been ignoring me, have I done something wrong?”
Negan’s eyes soften at your words as he runs his hands down his face, he sits down on the sofa in the corner of the room and props his elbows on his knees before looking at you intently and beckoning you over, you walk ahead slowly until you stop right in front of him, he gazes up at you, “No, you could never do something wrong, fuck, I’m sorry baby girl, I’m just stressed,” you nod with a small smile, “What’s that?” He motions to the box in your hands.
“Well, I was waiting for a better time, but it seems like you need a little good news,” you place the box in his hands and look down at him, he seems confused but pulls the lid off anyway and takes the item from the box, turning it in his hands a few times before it clicked.
Negan’s head shoots up, your eyes connecting as his drift down towards your stomach with a large smile on his lips as he places your positive pregnancy test down on the space next to him. Slowly, he leans in, and places his lips on your showing bump before springing to his feet and pulling you into him, pressing your lips together desperately, “How is it you always know what I need?” He mumbles against your lips, you giggle lightly.
“I don’t know, call it a mother’s intuition.”
It’s been a year. A year since Will and Hannibal looked into each other’s eyes after having killed the dragon together. A year since they plunged into the Atlantic and left us wondering what would happen after that. We are in an indefinite hiatus (or he-ate-us, as we’ve always called them) right now, but if this year has served to teach us something, is that Fannibals are tenacious, and if Hannibal could wait three years for Will in prison, so can we wait for our Season 4!
We already made a thank you post for everyone who participated, but we need to say a couple of things more. Thank you, Bryan Fuller, not only for helping create our fandom and family, but also for supporting Fannibals constantly, for keeping hope alive, and obviously, for supporting #ItsStillBeautiful. We couldn’t be more grateful and overwhelmed. THANK YOU.
Thank you to everyone who continues to create for Hannibal, everyone who helps keeping the fandom alive. And of course, thank you to everyone who keeps reading fics (and giving kudos and comments!!), sharing fanarts and gifsets, and just showing the same enthusiasm for this fandom as a year ago.
It’s been a year, Fannibals… And we’re a year closer to our season 4 goal. So keep creating, keep being loud, keep making this the best fandom ever. Because… you know… It’s still beautiful.
Without further ado, here are all the links to the Art & Fic Roundups, with everything you guys have created. If you didn’t know before, we hope you do now! With nearly 150 works for the 1st post-TWOTL fest, it should be obvious that Fannibals aren’t going anywhere.