This is honestly very sweet ;_; As someone with major insecurities for not living up to societies beauty standards this made me cri a little- I wish I had someone to cheer me up like this sometimes too
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Hannibal x Reader: Criteria
You can’t help but trace the imperfections across your face with your hand, as you stare blankly into your own reflection in the mirror. There is an empty and unwhole feeling in your chest as you look at yourself, and you catch yourself not feeling worthy. You shake the feeling, grabbing a cream from the bathroom sink and continue your routine by squeezing a small amount onto your hand and rubbing it into your skin carefully. When you finish, you wash your hands and dry them, and once again get caught up looking at your face disrespectfully. The way you feel about yourself, you just can’t help it even if you know you are wrong. When you look at other people with the same amount of pimples and imperfections you hardly notice it, still finding them to be stunning people. But you can’t hold the same standard to yourself. You reach up a hand to touch your face again when a hand grabs your wrist gently, stopping you.
Instead, his hands reach up to cup your other cheek to make you look at him. You can tell by the look in his eyes that he is searching your face, soaking up your emotions. There is no way you can hide how you really feel about yourself from Hannibal. He knows what you are thinking even without you having to tell him. “You’re beautiful, my darling.” He reassures you, but even he knows that despite how much you care for his opinion it will never truly convince you. You turn to look at yourself in the mirror again, and he lets you. “I don’t always feel that way,” you tell him honestly. letting him in on your true thoughts. It’s not often you let others know how insecure you are, but you can’t help but feel a bit raw today.
Hannibal sinks his head into your shoulder, kissing the space between your neck and your shoulder lovingly. “I am not perfect either, my love.” He tells you, before taking your hands and leading you into his embrace, holding you tightly. You’re almost close to just crying into his shoulder, but you manage to just let your eyes close as you lean into him. “I’ve done things that I regret, I have made mistakes,” he says, as he pulls you away from himself, making you look at his face as he holds you gently on your waists. “Being perfect does not mean being flawless, being perfect means living up to whatever task you are engaging in.”
You pull away, picking up your clothes to put them on as he leans against the doorway watching you. The way he looks at you makes you anxious, but you can almost tell it is his usual infatuated stare so you don’t feel much different except you just gave up your insecurities to the man. But he probably already knew them, maybe even better than you yourself did. “And what task am I engaging in?” You ask him, as you slip on your shirt. Touching your hair to make sure it is in the right place one more time, you turn to look at him as you are ready to leave. He smiles. “That depends on how you look at it. One might say your simplest task is being human. And to those criteria you are definitely fitting.” You grab your purse as you both make your way through the giant house, going out to his car. You grab the front seat, and he throws you a look before giving you the keys. You want to distract yourself with the road, but you both know that.
He seats himself in the passenger seat next to you. “What task do you think I am engaging in, then?” You ask him as you turn on the car, reserving out of the driveway. He puts a hand lovingly on your thigh. “Being my lover is the first one that comes to mind.” He says after letting out a sigh, like he was thinking about it. He wasn’t, you know he never has to think long about what he says. “And what are the criteria for that?” You ask him, eyeing him before looking back to the road. He smiles like he knows where to go from there, like you fell into his verbal trap. “Perfection." He then says.
And for some reason it makes you feel a bit better.
Can you do a yandere Hannibal x reader x yandere Will, where the reader constantly fights with them both physically and through arguments after they kidnap them?
Hannibal had expected you to be combative when they took you at the very least. Even though you were way more than just instinct and he loved most things about you, his favourite thing about you by far was that you were so in touch with your primal feelings in a way others were not. When you felt like you were being threatened, your first thought was always to fight and it was always instant. It was like there was a deeper connection with your instincts than there was with anything else inside you. He found that positively interesting.
What he could never have expected was the way you acted when you were backed into a corner completely. He was very much used to your physical inclination to attack people, and he had experienced that himself. But your tongue was even sharper than your nails and tougher than your fists. Hannibal doesn’t like being outdone, even if it was just simple verbal arguments, but you kept doing it constantly. The first few times it was endearing, as he had never expected you to be that quick witted. But now it was starting to get on his nerves. Will could tell that much too, as he physically restrained you against the couch and you writhed in an attempt to escape his hold on your arms.
Hannibal was staring you down, his cheek red from your assault minutes prior. He was wondering at what point you would have had enough time to adjust and when it was time for him to implore other methods to sedate your more intrusive assaults and make you come to terms with your new situation. Both you and Will could feel his intense stare and vengeful thoughts, and while Will tried to appeal to his calmer side, you on the other hand just wanted to struggle further and fight the man double your size even more than before. “They didn’t mean it, they’re just angry.” Will said, trying to sooth his partner into not cutting you up and using you as dinner. His lack of attention on restraining you for just a brief moment gave you an opening, and you kicked Will in his kneecap. Involuntarily he softened his hold on you as he bowed himself backwards. Then you shoved him backwards, making him fall on his back onto the ground.
As you threw yourself at Hannibal, he couldn’t help but find your efforts commendable, but just by the pure difference in mass between the two of you he couldn’t even perceive you as a real threat to his well being. As you both tumbled to the ground, you on top of him, he didn’t even try to struggle as you placed your hands around his throat in an attempt to strangle him. Truly, your technique was leaving loads to be desired. Even if you managed to choke him out, Will would stop you when he regained his composure from the momentary fall. But even then Hannibal didn’t need that help. He just simply threw you off of him, sitting up like you had barely touched him. He even took the time to restraighten his shirt.
It annoyed you, as you laid on the floor next to the sitting man who towered scarily over you. The only sound in the room was your heavy breathing. You had not really exhausted yourself, but you could not stop your heart from pounding because of the anger burning you up from the inside. And along with your burning heart came the unnatural breathing. No one moved for a while, and at some point your body started to calm down as you just laid there, looking at the floorboards and counting the imperfections. “This has to stop at some point.” Hannibal speaks up. “You cannot keep fighting us forever.” You scoff, and roll over on your other side. His patience is running thin, and all three of you know it too.
“It will stop when you either kill me or let me go.” You reply, stone cold. But Hannibal knows there is emotion in it. He knows you don’t want to die, you’re too connected to your primal side to ever seek out death. It’s true, you would really not want to die. But you also would want to be free. But even though you suggested it you don’t think it’s an option. You know too much now for them to let you go, even if they wanted to. Will crawls over to you, sitting between you and Hannibal and creating a kind of barrier between the two of you. He puts a hand soothingly on your side. “You know we can’t do that.” He says, sadness evident in his voice. For some reason it sounds genuine but you can’t let him wiggle his way into your mind by giving him pity.
You just have to be patient. Work on your strategy. One day you will be able to kill them both or get away.
Can I ask for a Yandere Dean Winchester story please... What would it be like if Dean were Yandere and obsessed with his best friend the reader?
Not me answering this 100 year old ask cause I started watching supernatural again and getting motivated! Lol
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Hunting with Dean is both satisfying and hard. Very, very hard. There’s the whole hunting part, which he is good at and it’s like heaven working with him when he is in that state or that part of the hunt where all he has to do is kick ass. You feel safe, and you know he has your back. No hunt is hard enough for the both of you when you work as a team.
But then there are the times when you’re searching for clues, interacting with the locals or researching and those times are so suffocating and dreadful that it’s almost not worth hunting with him. But you’re a person of principle. Even if you have to suffer through his overly protective and annoyingly clingy personality, you will save more people than if you didn’t. That is all that matters in the end, really. You’ve devoted your life to saving every innocent person you can, no matter the cost and you’re not about to stop.
But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get on your nerves, despite your long standing friendship and partnership. So that’s why you find yourself in a bar, far away from your shared motel room and far away from Deans ever watchful eyes. He had taken a shower, and you had very happily used that opportunity to get out and get something to drink. You and Dean had just, as far as you knew, ganked a pretty nasty vampire nest. Dean had ended up in pretty bad shape by Dean standards. Which meant he’d be in the shower for a bit. He would probably notice you were gone soon but you were too done with him to even care about it.
You handed the bartender another note from your withered wallet, paying for your newest beer. There was starting to settle in some nervousness in your body, realizing that Dean should have been out of the shower by now, but he hadn’t even tried to contact you. It was very unusual for Dean to not freak out and call you whenever you were apart. It had been like that since you became best friends. He had to always check up on you.
Your first thought obviously went to him being in danger. Maybe you hadn’t ganked the monster like you thought you had. That’s when anxiety started to set in and you considered heading back to the motel to see if Dean was okay, but you decided to try and text him first. Maybe you were just overreacting. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe he understood you needed some space and he needed to rest too. You shot him a quick text, telling him you were just out for a drink. Before you could reply, a guy came up taking the seat next to you. He was pretty average, and you didn’t pay him much mind until he started talking to you. It was honestly just polite conversation, and it felt nice to just talk to the man.
But the pleasant chatting made you forget and lose track of time. Or maybe it was the whiskey, or a mix of both. But when the man left and you flipped your phone open you realized that it has been an hour and Dean had yet to answer his phone. This was so out of character for him and without thinking you clicked his contact and called him. Then suddenly, your ears perked and your body froze in surprise. You looked behind yourself, further down the bar. Dean was staring you right back in the face, holding his ringing phone in his hand. His stare was piercing and stern. He seemed disappointed. And it pissed you off.
You got up angrily and left a tip, stomping out of the bar. You were halfway to your car when you heard the door go again and you knew by the footsteps it was Dean. Spinning around to look at him, you got out your car keys ready to ditch him at this point. “How did you even find me?” You ask him scathingly. He raises a signature eyebrow at you and you really have to strain yourself to not start shouting at him. This was about his behaviour, not yours. Nothing you did was out of line. He was the one acting like a dick. “I tracked your phone. Mind telling me what you were doing?” The first part is said with such normalcy, and then he hits you with the dad voice. “Mind telling me what you were doing?” You repeat, your voice getting lower with each word, trying to contain yourself.
“I can go out wherever I want, Dean. You don’t own me. If I want a beer I don’t have to tell you.” You explain, but he doesn’t seem satisfied or pleased with your attitude and he wipes his jaw looking away. It’s like he’s the one trying to hold back anger, and it upsets you that he can’t see he doesn’t own you. “We’re partners. We look after each other, you know what’s out there. We need each other's backs.” You groan at his words. That’s not what it really is about, you know this for sure. He was never like this with his brother or Cas. And You really couldn’t keep quiet. “You know that’s not what it’s about! You don’t do this with anybody else, tracking them and following them around. It’s so overbearing!”
There is a thoughtful look on his face, as he takes in your words. But you know he won’t truly listen, he never does, him and his family. They always think they’re right, so you don’t even know why you bother at this point. After some quiet he finally answers you. “You know it’s not the same. You’re… Different.” Is all he chooses to say, stumbling over the last word. He doesn’t know exactly how to explain it to you, the way he feels. He’s never been any good at it. You sigh, turning to unlock your car, but suddenly his hand is on your arm and he has spun you around so you’re facing him again and your back is to your car.
“Don’t leave me again, alright?” He asks, but it’s more of a command than him needing reassurance and you both know this. “Whatever. Let’s get back.” You choose to say. Maybe one day you will leave him in the dust when you finally fully snap. But tonight you’re not pressing your luck and you’re too tired to relive the conversation for another 100th time.
Chef, I just read your reverse yandere situation w/ Hannibal 🥰🥰
Could I get Hannibal’s reaction if his yandere suddenly lost interest in him or if they started obsessing over someone new? Do you think he’d simply let them go or try to fight for them (i.e kill his yandere’s new darling and recapture their interest)?
Hello, thank you for reading my stuff ^^ I wrote a little bite sized thing since this ask really inspired me haha here you go sweetie
Yandere! Hannibal Lecter x Yandere! Reader
Hannibal didn’t like being outdone by anyone. That used to be one of the things he knew you liked about him. His resilience. You’d used to worship him on your hands and knees, as he did things and proved his intelligence in so many ways. It made him feel good, he wasn’t going to lie about that. It definitely fed his ego. That’s what he had assumed was what kept you around. What kept you alive, instead of being killed by his skilled hands. He doubted you would have minded him being the one to end your life either way. But if that conclusion was correct, why did he suddenly feel so jealous and Empty when you decided he was no longer as significant as you thought?
His blood boiled with something completely indescribable, as he watched you from across the room gushing over another man. A lawyer, no less. The first time he saw you with the man, your eyes obviously starstruck, he had assumed it was a new tactic to get his attention. I mean what else could it be? You had obviously been deeply in love with him. But he could tell, as something turned in his chest. He could tell you were genuine with the man. And that was even worse than his first assumption. Maybe he had gotten addicted to your ego lifting praise. Maybe he actually held some form of affection for you.
It didn’t matter why he wanted you. What mattered was that he got what he wanted. He’d never done anything halfheartedly and he was not about to start, either. As he made light conversation with another dinner guest, he couldn’t help but have an occupied mind. He wondered, which dish would serve the man best? He needed something he could savor, something that would let him relish in a job well done. Something that you could taste, and remember just exactly who deserved your attention. Even if you’d get mad at him that wouldn’t matter, he could teach you to look at him like you used to.
Yandere headcanons for Sherlock Holmes and John Watson (separated), please. I love how you write!! You interpret very well the actions that each character would do, I want to read more about your fanfics. 🥰💖💖💖💖😊😊😊
You’re welcome sweetie haha, even if this is insanely late. I’m sorry if headcanons seem a bit messy, they are not my forte but I am trying my besssttt <3
A lot of the times it seems like Sherlock is just acting socially inept, but when it comes to romance he truly is very inexperienced.
At first he tries to impress you, which a lot of the time comes out as one upping you or proving you stupid.
Needless to say, not the best way to kindle a romance between two people.
He will probably quickly realize that this does the opposite of what he desires (you realizing that he is the perfect mate) and switch tactics.
He will take note of hobbies, goals and just likes in general. He will actually bring these up in conversation.
He will put an insane amount of research into these things to be able to hold an intelligent conversation about them.
He will learn more about stuff you appreciate through stalking you. This is where his more intense feelings start to develop.
Sherlock is a competitive man and a covetous one.
If you favour other people or if he notices you being friendly with other people more so than him, he will do anything in his power to out do them and even make them look bad in your eyes. He might even fake evidence of them doing something horrible just to completely get them out the game.
If you still don’t favour him after framing or out performing all your friends he will most likely kidnap you.
At this point you might not even have known his advances were romantic in nature. If you voice this he will be upset- but understanding.
Either way, he can’t let you go now.
He will definitely use some pavlovian tactics or some psychological manipulation he has learned through reading to make you show some sort of love for him while in his possession.
Very lenient though, but with a temper. Just don’t do anything you know he doesn’t like or he will throw a tantrum.
JOHN WATSON YANDERE HEADCANONS:
This guy is a very obvious flirter, very straightforward.
He is the kind of person who will just straight up ask you out on a date.
If you decline, fine. Completely fine. Hey, you can still be friends right?
Will act as simply a very good friend for a while. But sometimes he will still ask if you’ve changed your mind whenever something happens between you or you get closer.
He’s a gentleman like that.
Otherwise there is really no clear sign of his obsession. Unless you look at his phone gallery just filled with pictures of you. Pictures that are taken without your consent. Probably a thousand. Nothing major.
He’s also just a big romantic and will do literally anything to make you see him in a better light. The kind of dude who will almost always agree with you.
He doesn’t really have a point of no return or a moment where he snaps the same way Sherlock does. His obsession grows more gradually over a span of a long time.
Boiling frog syndrome style. You won’t even realize something is wrong before it’s too late and you’re too close.
John will never kidnap you. It’s more like, he will keep you if you try to leave. By the point where you’re close enough to want to detach yourself or break up, he’s put in too much work to let you leave him. You’re staying where you are, no matter what sort of relationship you and him have.
From here it might escalate into him being more openly obsessed and he will be more forward in what he wants. But he will never disregard your consent in any way, besides keeping you close to him against your wishes.
He has a good temper and is very lenient too, letting you do anything you want within reason.
Slightly delusional though so if you try to make him see how insane the scenario is, prepare to feel unheard. He’s going to argue with you about what you need and make excuses, avoiding the fact you’re not even in a relationship.
multi part story you say... I'll be eagerly waiting <3
Haha thank you so much anon, but in still struggling tbh. I dont like the formatting of tumblr where the individual chapters will be separated into a million posts so I'm wondering where to put it tbh.
Ohoho, the recent YanHannibalWill/reader fic is delicious! I've always had a soft spot for cold readers, and in this scenario it's especially nice because you know their resistance is futile. It made me think, what would these two be like with a feral reader? Like someone who thinks before they act and has great intuition, senses etc.
HHDHSDSJNAJ YES ANON. I am basically feral irl, so writing feral is my damn slice okokok. I think Hannibal would love getting to train someone really wild and spontaneous. He likes control, which if he can get someone wild under his control, that is instant gratification every time he sees you. It’s like conquering someone.
If his SO is smart though, and has great intuition, he might be kind of fucked though. Cause someone like that can spot his manipulation a mile away, even if they don’t recognize that it is manipulation. It will be hard to kidnap someone like that too, so there is no real way of going about it for him. Although, he does like a challenge.
I was wondering if you can take a request for Yandere! Hannibal x reader x Yandere! Will Graham where the reader is very cold hearted so she always rejects Hannibal and Will and so they start killing for her like courtship and they eventually kidnap her and tell her they killed those people for her? Sorry if it’s long and I love your writings keep up the good work!
Bit different than what you wrote, sorry lol. I often get caught up writing, although I hope you still like it. <3
Yandere!Hannibal Lecter x Reader x Yandere!Will Graham: Devotion
The first time you rejected them you had been dealing with a sizzling headache for most of the day. It was the kind of headache that spread through the top of your head to the bridge of your nose and to the edge of your neck, making your head heavy and unbearable. The kind of headache that renders you desperate for relief and makes you question if life is even worth it at all. So to say you were irritable was an understatement. They could not have chosen a worse time to try and court you with dinner and fake kindness.
At first it seemed they had thought your coldness and rejection was a symptom of your vicious headache or your bad mood following it. In reality you were just not at all interested in being part of a weird three way relationship, much less their toxic and gross partnership. The only way to describe it was codependent. It seemed Hannibal loved when people needed him. Or maybe he liked the control that came with someone being under him and having complete control. He did seem like the control freak type. Will on the other hand seemed he needed someone to make him stable. Someone to just handle him, even when he can’t handle himself.
You needed neither, and you definitely didn’t want it. No one needed to give you a role to make you feel worth something and you didn’t need to define yourself by anyone you chose to date. You were not interested in any aspect of their sick love. Maybe if you had told them that that day instead of telling them politely to fuck off, they would have understood. The next time they had asked you out, it was when you bumped into them by accident. What for you had forgotten, but you needed flowers. Maybe it was a funeral, or maybe it was one of your friends' birthdays. You had never been good with gifts, always giving people things you’d liked. The flower you had chosen was a large bouquet of sunflowers, a big beautiful one that went well with the season. Sunflowers were your favourite, too. When you had bumped into them you had accidentally let that slip, when Hannibal had asked what occasion called for sunflowers. He had always looked far too deep into everything, making him too pretentious for your liking. Who cared if the flower was wrong for the occasion, if it was pretty?
Either way you had told them in exact words that whatever they were trying to invite you to was not going to happen, and you were not in any way interested in any of them. Hannibal had of course tried to goat you into coming for dinner as a ‘friend’. Will was less tactful, seeming rather distraught. You disagreed, your patience thin. You simply walked away without even a goodbye. A lot of your friends would call you cold, or mean. To you it just meant you didn’t lie or deal with peoples shit. You were okay with being called cold if it meant you didn’t have to bother with putting up fake courtesies.
When the pictures of the body came to you a few months later, you had completely forgotten the interaction. They had seemed much less pushy in their pursuit and you had to some degree even forgotten they had even tried to court you. In some way, the body was beautiful. The way the skin seemed so pale, like porcelain, matched so well with the vibrant yellow of the flowers. The body wasn’t even the focus of the masterpiece, it was the canvas for which the sunflowers were painted. The body was perched on a set of antlers, and it made you think it must have been the chesapeake ripper.
But the motive was so different. Violation, cannibalism and the act of murder was always what you saw on the crime scenes from him. But this was not anything violent in nature itself. There was barely any blood anywhere on the body, it looked barely touched. She was almost alive, if it was not for the paleness and cold of her skin. Some of it looked even blue. You wondered what Will would gather of the body, if he would come to the same conclusion as you.
You were surprised when he claimed it to be a love proclamation, yet still insisted that it was the ripper. Will knew better than you, when it came to all this, so you didn’t bother arguing with him. He insisted something must have changed in the ripper's life. That he must have found someone or something worth his art. It seemed almost unlikely to you, that someone like the ripper could be possible of love. Jack seemed to agree with you, which at least put your mind at ease.
It wasn’t long before the next body turned up, in the same state as the last. So well preserved it was eerie. The body was exactly the same as the last, but the sunflowers were backed by bouquets of flowers. Just like with the last body, you didn’t connect the dots. But you still briefly thought about how pretty it was. You loved all those flowers, and you had to stop yourself from letting that thought fester. It would be too morbid to find it beautiful.
Bodies kept turning up like that, so different but all so similar too. And after the 4th one you started to notice a pattern of the things the bodies were adorned with and that it was all things you found nice. But the 5th drove it home, putting it just beyond a coincidence for you. Just a week before the body turned up you had an altercation with your neighbor about a noise complaint after you had some friends over. You were complaining about it for a week, the fact that you didn’t see him again didn’t even cross your mind. You were too busy being caught up in your own spite to notice his absence at all. Until you saw the pictures of his body. Unlike the almost artistic and beautiful vision portrayed through the previous bodies, this one was malicious and predatory like the other victims of the ripper.
It was like the pictures snapped you back to reality. All those bodies, it was all too close to home. You hadn’t asked for this. All you had done was complain. You went home early that day, overcome with a sense of guilt. You stayed home the next day too, calling in sick. You kept going over who it could be in your life. Will had deemed the killing proclamations of love, yet you couldn’t find one person who had shown any kind of interest in you. That was until you remembered the rejections. The lead was so thin, that you honestly felt bad for even thinking about it, but it was quickly squashed when you thought about it further. You had always found Hannibal creepy and probably capable of murder. And Will was unstable to the point where you didn’t even question his capabilities.
You went back to work as normal after that. You made sure not to say anything personal, or complain about anyone when Hannibal or Will came near you. It went pretty smooth, and while everything was laying dormant in their relationship and your mind, you focused on trying to come up with a plan to see if it was them. But as mundanity rolled back into your life, you started chatting with your coworkers the same as you always had. And you made a mistake. You hadn’t even noticed Will was in the room as your back faced the doorway of the breakroom talking about a guy you had met at your local cafe. You were interested in him. It wasn’t often you were, and you had just let it slip in excitement. You didn’t even notice until you got spooked by a cough behind you that he had been there the whole time, pouring coffee. You fretted going home that day, scared of what would happen.
You couldn’t remember exactly when you had fallen asleep, but you woke up feeling really tired and stiff, with the faintest of headaches growing in the back of your skull. Yet you felt nice, pulling the duvet closer to your face to try and put pressure on your head and alleviate some of the headache. The duvet was soft, and it smelled faintly of manly cologne. A cologne that wasn’t yours. Suddenly the gears in your head turned, and you shot upright, looking around suspiciously. The room is unfamiliar to you, but at the end of the bed you see Will, asleep. He’s sitting on the floor, propped up on the bed with his hands reaching upwards towards you, his face down on the sheets. He looks almost cute, like that. You almost consider waking him, to talk to him about this, but you quickly decide not to. Could you even make it to the door without him waking?
You look over at the half open door, at the other side of the room from the bed. But before you can even calculate the chances of your escape the door opens further, creaking in the process and startling Will awake. Hannibal is looking at you with a smile, and your blood runs cold at how creepy and insincere it is. Will scrambles to stand up, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring up at you. His expression was so emotional, mixed with both pity and something akin to happiness. He looks like he is approaching one of his wild dogs, moving very slow and cautiously.
“Why?” Is all you manage to ask, when in reality you probably had hundreds of questions you wanted to ask them. But you don’t manage to eliquate a good question. It prompts Hannibal to step into the room fully, and you can now see that he is whipping his hands with a small cloth, indicating he was probably making something in his kitchen, like he always did. He cocks his head confused and Will scoots himself closer again. “That’s a very broad question. You’re going to have to reconvey.” Hannibal says. Your mouth scrunches up as the fake smile appears back on his face. It’s obvious you’re displeased, and you can’t help but grow a bit hostile.
“Why am I here? Why do you murder innocent people? Why am I alive?” You snap, looking at them with pure anger. It feels good, to finally tell them off again. Hannibal's fake smile drops, and he opens his mouth to reply but Will is already sitting by you, grabbing your hands in his. You’re too stunned to say anything. “We did it for you, can’t you see?” He pleads. But no, you still don’t understand. You will never understand. All you can feel at this point is exasperation. “You’re crazy. Neither of you even know what love means.”
Will smiles, bringing your hands closer to his face, despite you half heartedly pulling them away. He kisses your knuckles gently.
“Breakfast is ready.” Hannibal says, as if everything is normal. As if you’re not kidnapped. As if you’re not the cause of over 5 dead people.
👏👏👏 the izaya/shizuo request was fantastic, compliments to the chef!! I loved how the reader was resisting, but also not really because they were trying to be polite lol also the fact that they only got scared when they realized that shizuo and izaya made a deal is hilarious, because honestly that would be terrifying haha love your writings <3
CAN YOU IMAGINE THOUGH??? you think your only safety is that they both fucking hate each other and then bam ur being kidnapped
Hi! Could you write a one shot of yandere!izaya x shy!timid!reader x yandere! Shizuo. Like maybe if they’re trying to share her? Please ignore this if your still on your trip ^^!
OK pleaseee ignore the fact that this ask is months old i am a messs OK! But I am finally back to writing, so sorry its short. Also hit me a follow on instagram if you guys wanna chat about anything ;u; its Chefcseth
Yandere! Izaya x Shy!Timid! Reader x Yandere! Shizou: Home arrangment.
Sometimes you wondered if his sudden interest in you had only occurred because Shizou liked you. Of Course you were aware, despite what everyone else thought. How could you have not said anything, unless you didn’t know? You had to be clueless. But even if you knew, what were you supposed to say, then? It was mean to let their rivalry intensify, but it’s not like you could just tell them to stop. And on top of that, you were not really interested in either of them. Your shy nature kept you from admitting it, though. You were scared of both their reactions. Neither of them were well known for their tact when it came to each other, and not getting their way.
That’s why it was such a bother that Izaya always seemed to know where you were at any given time. It was almost like he knew your work schedule better than you did, so when he appeared besides you one late evening walking home it didn’t surprise you at all. To be fair, you felt a lot safer walking home with him, even if you didn’t willingly choose to do so. Sometimes it did feel like you were using them, and leading them on. But it really wasn’t your intentions. You were just too shy to say anything to them about your lack of interest.
You were ripped from your thoughts suddenly, when Izaya grabbed your arm and pointed excitingly towards his favourite sushi place. “Hey, we should stop for sushi. Aren’t you tired after work?” He asked, his question very leading. You nodded, still a bit lost in thought. Really what you wanted was to go home and make instant noodles and then just collapse on your couch, but you didn’t have the guts to fight Izaya on it. Besides, you’d eat anything right now. He seems pleased with your quick surrender. Grabbing your hand, he greets someone outside the establishment and then heads inside with you. You and him have been here before, and you understand his fondness. The food is really good.
You want to get out of the way, knowing that just sitting next to Izaya is a death sentence. Softly trying to squeeze your way to the other side of the table, you’re quickly apprehended by Izaya who is trying to use you as a shield, hoping (or knowing) Shizou won’t try to punch him through you. But Shizou just crosses his arms, looking sternly at Izaya before speaking. “It’s not your week to have them.” He simply states. You turn to look at Izaya behind you, confused as to what he means, but Izaya doesn’t seem confused either. “So, I was just supposed to leave them alone while you work? What does it matter to you anyways if you’re not able to be with them?” Izaya retorts.
You’re sitting there happily eating, listening to him go on about a client he had that day when suddenly the comfy and quiet atmosphere is broken when you hear Shizuo's deep voice address someone somewhere in the restaurant. You can tell [he] notices it too, cause he gets that suspiciously pleased smile on his face. He notices your uncomfortable face, as you look at him pleadingly. He knows you’re asking him not to cause a scene. But you know he can’t help himself. He looks like he is thinking for a split second, but then his face turns back up into a smile as he leans over to whisper to you. “I’m sorry, but you know I have to prove to him who you belong to.” You want to protest that you belong to neither of them, but before you can he is laughing loudly in a very fake way, trying to obviously attract attention.
“You’re so cute!” He shouts towards you, putting an arm around you and leaning further into you. There is a short suspicious silence as he smiles mishiefiously up at you, knowing that he is about to cause a scene. The silence is nice, and you wish you could have it eternally, because when it ends you know what is going to happen. Then the silence finally breaks as you hear heavy and rushed footsteps making its way to where you are sitting. You see his feet standing there, right in front of you and Izayas table. There is a small shake in his body, and you can tell he is furious.
“W-what do you mean?” You manage to ask meekly, trying to decipher their conversation. Finally Shizuo seems to notice you, but instead of explaining what is going on he simply grabs your arm (harshly, but knowing his strength it’s probably meant to be softly) and drags you to him, hugging you close to him. Izaya seems surprised, and a bit displeased despite him being the one to instigate the reaction. “Hey, hey! We were on a dinner date, you can’t just take them.”
Shizou takes your hand and drags you away, ignoring Izayas protest. You’re dragged out of the restaurant, towards Shizous apartment. Too scared to say anything, and too confused, you simply follow him. You can hear him mumbling angrily to himself, before saying screw it and dragging you faster. “If he can break the rules, so can I.”
You’re slowly starting to piece together the gist of your situation. It all made sense. Certain weeks you would not see Shizou at all, and other weeks Izaya would try to make himself less visible. With their relationship you were kind of proud that they managed to even come to an agreement, you were just scared that it had to be at the expense of them thinking they owned you. Quietly, you slid your hand out of Shizous, making him stop to look at you. Maybe he didn’t even realize that he had been speaking out loud.
“Shizou, I think I would like to go home.” You try, testing the waters. He looks at you with such fondness, you’re starting to get scared. “Yeah, sorry. I was lost in thought.” He explains. You take a step back instinctively, but he grabs your hand again and starts walking with you in the same direction as before. You’re getting farther from your home, but you can’t get yourself to say anything. You can’t even get yourself to stop when he drags you into an apartment, and he closes the door behind you.
Are you willing to write graphic representations of cannibalism
Honestly depends what graphic means. I'll write pretty much everything, but I don't know if I can imagine it in a 'loving' sense, and I am definetly not going to glorify cannibalism. But I don't mind writing more horror leaning content like the actual act of cannibalism.
