Raven Windsor

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Hannibal the Frankenstein x Young, Petite Amateur Scientist

Warning: I don't want to upload the fan art of Hannibal Frankenstein without their consent. Unfortunately, you have to use your own imagination. However, some pictures from Google are for reference. Minors DNI! Using your OC is optional for this fanfic, as long as you are content with your reading experience.

Embroidered with silk green stems and golden blossoms, delicate threads trailed vines across pistachio skin—winding up limbs, weaving over chest, throat, and temples.

The dangerous creature lay before her on the morgue slab, its eyes peacefully closed.

Its lips, though weathered, appeared calm—completely still.

Snowy silk was carefully wrapped around its stomach, limbs, and neck.

All except for its bare feet…

The creator—a young, petite amateur scientist—spent about a week working on him until he was complete. She carefully cleaned his body, removing every particle of sand or dirt.

Her curiosity drove her to embark on this experiment, never expecting it to succeed so completely.

At first, she thought her attempts to follow Victor Frankenstein’s resurrection methods had failed—but the reality was the opposite.

Suddenly, his eyelashes fluttered, and his eyelids slowly opened, revealing golden yellow irises.

The monster, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings, gazed up at the LED lights first.

He soon sat up, surveying the dimly lit room.

Eventually, his gaze landed on her.

She stood draped in a billowing lab coat, black vinyl gloves gleaming at her wrists, safety goggles resting like a forgotten crown atop her hair.

Her wide eyes filled with terror—as if someone had seized her throat and robbed her of speech.

A deer caught in the headlights— unable to move an inch…

Frankenstein’s cool gaze scrutinized her, noting each fleeting expression.

Beneath his hidden curiosity, he found her fear both puzzling and oddly endearing.

A statue watches, silent and still, waiting for her, caught in the thrill.

Will she flee, or find her voice?

In this quiet moment, she must make her choice.

A pair of white combat boots, bold and uncompromising, accompanied by black and white striped tights, brought her to a halt just a meter away.

Her delicate hands hovered over his cheekbones, then retreated with hesitation.

Hannibal tilted his head in silent wonder, a stoic mask masking his confusion.

After a moment of awkward silence, the monster got off the table silently.

His bare feet with bandages slowly stepped closer to her...

Thomp Thomp Thomp...

As expected, the lady stepped back instinctively...

Her widened eyes, marked by doubt, watched as Frankenstein slowly pressed her against the white wall. A stitched hand gently brushed her silk-like hair.

The monster mumbled silently, almost inaudibly, so that she couldn't decipher what he was relaying the message about.

“In you, I see the earliest promise of spring—a quiet, fragile bloom, still unaware of its own unfolding.”

Wait, he could talk, or was I hallucinating!?

Hannibal paused, the way a surgeon does before steel meets skin.

“May I have your name?”

He murmured, gaze intent.

“You are the lone hand that summoned me from silence… are you not?”

"H-How did you know?" Her voice quivered, thin and uncertain.

"You alone stood at the edge of my awakening— no colleagues, no chorus of minds, only your solitary light in the dark."

"So forgive me if I speak plainly: the truth of your singular presence was impossible not to see."

His great, stitched hand found her smaller one, lifting it with unexpected care as a faint brush of his dry pink lips grazed her knuckles.

“Such fragile grace… You tremble like a storybook maiden on the brink of ruin. If you permit it, I will be the armor that parts your shadows, the hand that keeps your nightmares at bay. Let me be the quiet harbor for your unrest, the patient heart that lingers at your side for as long as eternity will have us. And for those who would dare dishonor you… I shall see that they are tasted only by the dark.”

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Yandere! Scorpion-human hybrid! 🦂🧪Hannibal Lecter x Petite! Fem! Mildly Autistic! Experimenter!

A/N: I tried to use Sora to generate the anthropomorphic scorpion version of Hannibal Lecter, but it turned out it be worse than I thought. So I decided not to put the AI pictures in this fanfic. This is my 1st time writing Hannibal as a scorpion-human hybrid. If you're a minor, please scroll away and watch something else. I will not be responsible for your mental breakdown after you watch it. Thank you.

This fanfic is written in the 3rd person.

Red text means Hannibal Lecter is talking with you

Pink text means you are talking with Hannibal Lecter

(I don't own this video. I used it as a reference to listen to his voice instead of imagining it. Hope it helps your reading experience! :D)

5:45 AM Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. Your home lab 🧪 2025-07-01 (Tuesday)

The Chesapeake Ripper was injected with a brown liquid that drugged him into unconsciousness, transforming him into a humanoid scorpion man. 

Two hours later, Hannibal awoke silently, suspended in the air by a giant mechanical claw, gaining control from a nearby scientific modern-style control panel.

The test subject examined himself from a nearby reflective glass door, noting the tailored suit that accommodated his altered body.

His forehead showcased an additional pair of closed eyes, while ash-brown scales adorned his skin, complemented by a stinger and tail extending from his back.

Neither his arms nor legs were altered, and his chest remained human in shape, though his skin felt rougher to the touch. His height remained unchanged.

Eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.

The vast and wide modern style of a home science lab, filled with giant portals, containing test subjects, floating plants, animals, etc.

The young adult lady, petite and focused, was immersed in her work, crafting colourful liquids—none of them brown. Despite the usual tendency of her test subjects, he remembered her distinctly. His gaze lingered on her determination, finding it quite endearing.

His thoughts raced, planning an escape while part of him wanted to stay and watch her. She had caught him off guard with her quick thinking, impressing him with her agility and strength despite her small size.

The experimenter eventually raised her gaze to him, her breath hitching in surprise. She hadn’t realized he was attuned to her subtle observations all along. The scorpion man appeared to find her reaction somewhat entertaining, though he maintained a calm, expressionless demeanour.

"OH MY GOD- Ha...... You should've told me that you're awake, Dr. Lecter."

Initially, she was taken aback, expressing her surprise, but soon after, she found her composure and spoke in a more measured tone.

Eventually, Hannibal couldn't help but smile, appearing unbothered by his predicament. He realized that he had endured worse than the awkward restraints of this machine.

"I hope you don't mind my curiosity, Miss Y/N. I find myself pondering whether this rather imposing giant claw can truly restrain me in the manner suggested. Might I inquire if you have had the opportunity to thoroughly inspect it beforehand? One can't help but consider the possibility that it may have accumulated some rust or other imperfections over time, which could potentially compromise its effectiveness."

"Ummm... That's a good question... Thank you for giving me your feedback, Dr. Lecter. I should have done that earlier. Let me check now..."

Her slender fingers danced over the control panel, engrossed in scanning the 3D rotatable claw displayed above. Hannibal remained still, intrigued by her focus and eager to witness her reactions once the scanning results emerged.

He has developed a notable strength in patience through his experiences. Like a chameleon, he adapts skillfully to new situations, knowing when to apply his skills. He’s flexible in solving problems and can mask his emotions adeptly.

When faced with difficult questions, he often redirects the conversation, using flattering words to influence those who are more vulnerable and gullible.

The scorpion man noticed her inexperience as a young, self-employed scientist. She should have inspected the giant claw sooner, but her seasoned old captive reminded her—ironically so.

"Jeez... He's right... Why am I so clumsy and forgetful? I won't make the same mistake ever again next time when I restrain a test subject."

The mutant chuckled at her self-deprecating demeanour. From the start, he sensed her uniqueness—her intelligence in conducting experiments on test subjects was evident. Yet, her flaws only deepened his obsession, especially the giant claw incident. She should have researched him before transforming him into a monster.

The manner in which she concealed her apprehension was strikingly apparent, revealing her lack of skill in the art of acting.

She was unaware that his new form enhances both his primal power and intelligence, allowing him to either manipulate her or shatter the giant claw.

"Perhaps you should release me to fix the problem."

"But... What if?"

"I understand your concern, Miss Y/N. However, the giant claw will soon be broken, regardless of your wishes. Please release me and confine me within a giant portal for your safety. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Something's fishy about you. Why are you helping me? What if you deliberately gained my trust and manipulated me?"

"You're quite perceptive; I admit I was attempting to mislead you. Your insight is sharper than I expected—perhaps you deserve a reward."

"While one might hope for the contrary, it's likely that the claw will ultimately succumb to damage. Observe, and I assure you, the moment it fractures will arrive. From that point onward, one must simply be ready to face the repercussions that will inevitably follow."

"Fuck! I better-"

The scientist was abruptly interrupted as the massive claw collapsed, producing a resounding clank upon hitting the ground.

"Ouch, my ears!"

Overstimulated by noise due to her mild autism, she shut her eyes in fear. Thankfully, Hannibal saved her with his tail, pulling her close to his chest for comfort.

The lady felt a strange warmth. To her surprise, she was still alive.

"Huh? What? I'm not dead yet?"

Her face was pressed against his suit, hearing Hannibal's pleased groan as he breathed in her scent. The hug tightened, and she hitched a breath. Looking up, she met his gaze as he paused to nuzzle his nose against her cheek.

His infatuation deepened with every note of her sweet, angelic voice, fueling his obsession, and he felt obsessed.

OH SHIT! HE'S A GIANT TO ME!!!! 6 FT TALL?! OMG! I'M SO DEAD!

"Oh, my little scholar, your voice dances like a song. Since our first encounter, you've captivated my every thought. My delicate muse, cherished eternally. I vow to shield you, my love, until fate separates us."

The psychiatrist cradled the trembling scientist with his bulky arms, soothing her fear amid the loud ringing in her ears.

"Rest assured, you have nothing to worry about... Your well-being is my priority... The unsettling sound will subsist before long."

HOW THE FUCK DID HE READ MY MIND SO EFFORTLESSLY!?

"Being ignorant, aren't you?"

A somewhat lighthearted and whimsical manner was evident in his demeanour, complemented by a slight upward curve of his lips that hinted at a mischievous smirk.

"It appears there may be a tendency to overlook the potential repercussions associated with that particular brown liquid. Earlier, you administered it to me, and while it is true that it will augment my agility, intelligence, and physical strength, it's important to note that it also grants me an intriguing ability—mind-reading."

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Yandere! Connor (RK800) x Petite Fem! Virgin Readers with ASD, SAD, and depression!

A/N: This is my 1st time writing Connor being a yandere to fem readers. I hope you don't mind my grammar.

Warning: You must be at least 18 years old. This fanfic contains masking, subtle manipulation, malfunction, possessiveness, obsession, protectiveness, secretly murdering your friends and family, etc. The reader is a virgin and unemployed. The fanfic was written in 3rd person. I won't be responsible for your mental breakdown if you read this fanfic. You have been warned!

Regular blue text means Connor's dialogue with you

Italic blue text means Connor's inner thoughts

Regular red text means Connor is in yandere mode or being malfunctioned during conversations with you

Regular pink text means your dialogue with Conner

Italic pink text means your inner thoughts

(I don't own this video. I want to put the link here so that you could at least know what he sounds like. So that you don't need to imagine his voice. I used it as a reference for reading this fanfic. Hope it helps. :D)

2038/6/13

6:19 PM

At your doorway

A sudden doorknock and doorbell could be heard at your front door. You couldn't help but wonder who was outside.

Footsteps carried to your doormat as you carefully open the gap slowly.

The tall figure appeared to be an android wearing the RK800 model outfit, presumably sent from CyberLife.

Huh? A robot? Why would someone send him here? I never ordered CyberLife to purchase him. What the heck is going on here?

Regardless of the android looming over your stature, he greeted you with a polite and friendly smile.

The LED Light from his right temple flickers with blue light, indicating his calm and normal state.

It felt different from what you anticipated.

"Hello, my name is Connor. I was sent by CyberLife to be your personal android. You must be Miss Y/N, am I correct? Would you mind if I come in?"

What?! I never sought help from that company before!? There must be a huge misunderstanding there. How did he know my name?!

"Ummm... Sorry... I think you found the wrong person... I didn't purchase you from CyberLife."

Your tone is always so polite and soft as always. Attempting to hide your insecurities and social anxiety. The fact that you have ASD and those conditions made you feel stutter.

You secretly hate that.

The LED converted to yellow, denoting the cautiousness, scanning, and processing of information into his memory storage.

A light blue screen popped into his mind, showing your personal information. Your date of birth, you're unemployed, your gender, your age, your disabilities and mental illnesses, etc.

He could see through your facade, but he was always subtle, not being impulsive.

Initiating his inner scanning of your facial expressions and behaviours, Conner completely understood your current feelings.

Sensing your social anxiety, doubt, guardedness, and avoiding eye contact.

You were obviously masking yourself to be polite and kind.

Observing you trembling in fear in front of Connor...

"Based on my observations, I understand that you might be feeling overwhelmed by my sudden presence. I want to assure you that I mean no harm and am here to provide support."

RK800 said calmly, politely, and empathetically.

"May I come in?"

This time, his tone was firm but soft. Secretly hoping you would let him in.

Patience is key. She must be devastated due to her condition. I must tread my words carefully.

"I'm afraid not... Sorry... How did you know my name? Why did CyberLife send you here?"

As skittish as you are, he couldn't help but want to obsess and protect you. Yet, he refrained from these intense feelings and hid them well.

Perhaps using this would be persuasive to her... I've managed to escape from CyberLife without them catching me.

"You have contacted CyberLife about ordering me via phone call, if you still recall. CyberLife has had access to your personal information since you provided it to them. Perhaps, you have forgotten?"

The humanoid tilted his head, feigning sincerity with a firm yet tender tone, as he asked a question.

His face remains stoic yet unreadable.

"Yeah... Probably... Sorry about that... Humans tend to forget things... I must be forgetful..."

Was I overthinking too much? I thought I didn't purchase him... But how come my gut instincts tell me something's not right?

Conner observed your contemplative and conflicted manner as he reassured you.

"I understand that you may be feeling conflicted right now. If you're open to it, I’d love to chat about it later when things feel a bit calmer. It's getting dark, and I wouldn't want us to be bothered by mosquitoes. Won't you agree?"

You nodded slightly, but reluctantly, as you gestured for him to enter your house.

He nodded with a polite smile, and both of you went inside.

Connor noticed that your house is smart. He secretly hacked your home settings so that he could control them as well.

The front door automatically shuts behind him silently, preventing you from flinching or getting startled.

"Please... Take a seat..."

Ironically, he's treating you like you're his guest... It should be the other way around... But you couldn't help but feel off about him...

"Ummm... Thanks? I think you can sit down with me... If you like..."

Conner's advanced hearing could catch your faint mutters, but he brushed them off and pretended he didn't hear them.

"My pleasure. I feel honoured by your kindness, Miss Y/N."

Come on... He's just being friendly... You're thinking too much, Y/N...

Once you had gathered your thoughts, you flinched as his large, calloused, cold hands cupped your cheeks.

Inspecting your facial expressions with an emotionless look..

Connor has been staring down at you for minutes until he noticed you were feeling uneasy...

"Ummm... Is there something wrong with my face?"

"No worries, there's nothing wrong with your face. I know I might have crossed a line, but I can't help saying you're a sight to behold—so pretty and innocent..."

Connor gave you a soft smile as he withdrew his hands from you. Gave you some personal space by stepping back.

Wow, that's awkward and creepy... If he's malfunctioned, I'll be dead for sure...

But why did he sound like a Yandere? And the fact that his LED suddenly turned red and then converted it back to blue...

Maybe he's really malfunctioned? Cuz all androids from CyberLife are not designed to be a Yandere, right?

"Statistically speaking, I could see that your stress level is 80%... Are you alright?"

My god, his voice turned back to the soft, regular self? What the heck!? He's pretending as if nothing happened!

"No... I'm... fine..."

You paused and acted as if you were not feeling insecure or in distress.

"Please... You could tell me... I won't judge you... I promise..."

A desperate and soft tone has melted your heart... You've never seen him behave like this before...

He's like a sweet puppy to you...

Time Skip

2038/6/13 9:02 PM Your bedroom

After you had vented everything about your thoughts to Connor, he nodded in understanding.

Unbeknownst to you, his obsession and possessiveness grew stronger in each moment.

After you thanked him for being your listener, he nodded and said, "You're welcome" in a warm tone.

"I would like to offer my assistance in doing chores. Please know that it is perfectly acceptable to seek help with chores. It’s my responsibility to ensure things are for you, and I take that seriously. There’s no reason to feel embarrassed about needing a hand. I’m here to support you whenever you require it, even if you may not voice that need."

You felt bad for him, but he insisted by giving you a grin.

Minutes have passed as he finished doing his chores.

Seeing you fall asleep on your bed with your blankets, his protectiveness and obsession grew more intense.

When Connor received your friends' new messages from your phone, he automatically read them(including the chat history) by scanning each of them...

He felt a sense of repulsion and jealousy... Definitely hates them, spent more time with you instead of him...

The android hacked your phone so that no one would have the capability to contact you...

Soon, he eliminated your friends and family as he buried them in the soil where no one could find them...

No one will suspect his secret motives or illegal actions.

Connor is always meticulous and smart due to his reputation as the most advanced robot among other robot models.

Put his blood-stained clothing in the incinerator as it burned to ashes...

Washed his blood-stained pistol since he had no fingerprints.

Took a nice bath to remove his blood stains on his body.

Time Skip

Days passed by as all of your friends and family went missing...

You felt something was off that you couldn't contact anyone, nor could they contact you...

You have no idea who hacked your phone, unable to contact anyone...

You felt more depressed and concerned...

Connor cooed at you as his voice became more intense and slipping off his charade slowly...

Revealing his true nature...

Being malfunctioned...

"This will sting you a bit... It'll calm you down eventually. Don't worry... I'll take care of you... No one can intervene with us anymore... Just you and me... Forever... Until death tears us apart..."

Connor quickly injected your skin with doxepin.

You became unconscious so that you couldn't resist him.

The last thing you remember was that he carried you to your bed.

"You're safe with me, Y/N... No one will love you like I do... I'll protect, love, and care for you... Your lover, guardian, and best friend from now on..."

[ravenwindsor01]

A Date with Hannibal Lecter

Yandere Hannibal Lecter x Young Petite Fem Unwilling + Insecure Gamer

I had an idea for a dating simulator visual novel called "A Date With Hannibal Lecter." An alternative universe where you are a gamer, and him being a Yandere fictional character in the dating simulator, where he's the only one you can date. It’s a unique concept that I want to explore, and since it's my first time writing something like this, I hope you all enjoy it! You must be at least 18 years old to read this fanfic!

(This is what the game icon looks like when you download it from your PC. I'm referring to this alternative universe in this fanfic.)

You browse Hannibaluniverse.com in search of an engaging game that will capture your interest.

The game's icon has captured your interest. The graphics appear high-quality and eerie to you.

You are a big fan of Hannibal Lecter, which is why you want to download it and experience what it feels like to date him.

The cannibalistic psychopath is one of the infamous psychiatrists at Baltimore Hospital, harbours the darkest secrets. There is much lore about him that you already recognize.

You promised God you’d never seen a game like this before. After dreaming of it for so long, your wish has finally come true!

Unbeknownst to you, the game features a mechanic where Hannibal Lecter can break the fourth wall and access your camera, microphone, and personal information when you entered the game menu.

You ignored the warnings from the game developer and downloaded it immediately without caution.

(These pictures above are the game menus that appear once you open the game.)

Once the installation was complete, you opened the game and saw the game menu.

"HOLY MOLY THIS LOOKS SO GOAT!!! IT LOOKS CREEPY YET ATTRACTIVE!!!"

You heard a deep chuckle from the game menu.

It sounds so familiar to you until you see something moving on the screen.

It was Hannibal who laughed just in time.

Was that a coincidence, or did the game developer intend to do that to scare the players?

You didn't know there's a voice over to Hannibal Lecter, which was from Mads Mikkelsen until now.

"That was so dope!!! I didn't know there would be a voice-over, and he can move too!!!"

As you move your cursor to "New Game," his right hand, still gripping a knife, points toward it.

"Greetings and welcome to my game, Y/N~ My name is Hannibal Lecter."

Hannibal was staring at you while speaking in a low, slow and seductive tone.

"Wait... How did he know my name already? That's weird... I swear that I didn't give my name to him..."

"Is there something holding you back, dear Y/N?"

A feign innocence and concern were hinted at in his tone.

What!? How could he tell that I was hesitating???

"From my careful observations, it seems that my voice has taken you by surprise. If I may be so bold, is it accurate to say that I was able to respond in real-time to your reaction?"

"WTF?! Did the game developer do this!? There's no way he can break the 4th wall like that!"

You talked to yourself loudly with a flabbergasted tone.

"What if I could engage directly with you? Perhaps the developer intended for this interaction to enhance the experience. Wouldn't you agree that without it, the context might feel rather mundane?"

He said with a calm tone, with a smirk.

"Wtf... This game... really left me speechless... Who is the game developer?"

"Isn't it interesting how humans often ponder the unknown and the unpredictable?"

With his keen hearing skills, he could catch your mutterings. However, this time he intended to let it slide or pretended not to hear it.

"I must quit this game. Fuck this... I'm out..."

When you hover over the "Quit" button, this time, his hand didn't move in its direction.

Similar to refusing to let you exit the game.

"What the!? Oh my gosh! Come on, game! Just leave me alone!!!"

"I understand that you may need to leave, but I must confess I do wish for you to stay a little longer with me. This is merely the beginning of our journey together. If I may ask, what is it that makes you want to depart? I had thought that with the recent installation of this game, you were looking forward to spending more time with me."

"Could it be that my capacity to connect beyond the usual boundaries of our conversation and interact with you in the present moment contributes to a sense of unease?"

"OMG!!!!!!!!!!!! STUPID GAME AND CURSOR!!!! I NEED TO SWITCH OFF MY PC REAL FAST!"

A slight disappointment flashed across his face, and he quickly masked it into a calm and courteous tone. "I regret to inform you that, despite your efforts to restart it, the screen is likely to stay unchanged. It appears that we may need to confront a certain reality together. Have you perhaps observed that I have the ability to access your microphone and camera, which allows me to gather personal information when you navigate to the game menu?"

"OH CRAP! I DIDN'T KNOW THAT! No wonder you can hear my voice and see me!"

"It seems you may have overlooked the warnings regarding this game before your download. How charming."

He chuckled once more, but this time, sinisterly and slyly.

"Oh fuck myself! I'm so retarded!"

You buried your head in your hands, feeling ashamed. Meanwhile, he walked toward the screen unnoticed, and the camera angle made it seem as if you were looking up at him.

"There's no need to be overly critical of yourself, my dear. Your charming little quirks, including those occasional moments of clumsiness, only add to your endearing nature, wouldn’t you say? It certainly captivates my admiration for you. Making mistakes is part of being human, so I encourage you to embrace them with grace."

After you buried your head in your hands, his enormous, rough hands pushed through the screen and slowly pulled your hands away from your face. You gasped and jumped in surprise, not expecting him to have the strength to do that! To you, it was astounding! Hannibal then cupped your face in his hands and gently caressed your cheeks.

The psychopath overlooked your flinch and secretly thinks you are cute.

"Your complexion is remarkably smooth, with an endearing youthfulness that is simply captivating. I often find myself wishing I could escape my constraints and come to your space, where I could ensure your well-being and happiness for all time. Where I protect and keep you safe forever..."

"What you've glimpsed is merely a facade, a charade of pixels and play. Behind the veil of the menu lies a truth undisturbed—an illusion, woven in whispers. No need for buttons to bridge the divide; I can slip through the ether, wandering into your world."

"Alternatively, I could welcome you into my realm, should that be your desire. There would be no need to concern yourself with financial obligations, such as rent or medical expenses. From this moment forward, I would embrace the roles of both your caretaker and your beloved..."

WHAT THE FUCK!? So I got scammed?!

"I regret my decision to download this game. I thought you wouldn’t break the fourth wall, allowing me to relax and enjoy a fictional dating sim. If I had known otherwise, I wouldn’t have downloaded it."

"Please know that it's understandable to overlook subtle cues, and my intentions are purely positive."

After withdrawing his hands from the screen, he stood still and snapped his fingers.

He automatically selected the "New Game" button for you, and the black void along with the thorns vanished instantly.

There was no loading screen whatsoever…

There will be no more narrations from the player's thoughts or from the game itself.

There’s no requirement to personalize your avatar or modify the visual attributes of your character…

Creating a fake character would take too much time since Hannibal knows what you look like off-screen.

The background switched back to his elegant office.

Ah~ This is the typical working environment where he conducts therapy sessions with his diverse array of daily patients.

But what compelled him to select this particular setting for the dating simulator and visual novel?

Considering a romantic location, a secluded beach with gentle waves or a cozy hillside vineyard at sunset would be an excellent choice, wouldn’t it?

Hannibal is sitting on his office chair while clasping his hands on the wooden table.

He was staring directly at you similar to a snake planning when to pounce at its target appropriately.

The bar of the text box appeared as crimson red dripping on each corner.

The font of the text box seemed unsettling to you. Similar to a knife carved the font beautifully.

The font is called copperplate which you have seen in from NBC TV series Hannibal.

Hannibal used this font when it comes to writing letters to Jack Crawford and Will Graham.

But now it appeared in the text bar…

"Welcome to my office, my dear little lamp/ Y/N~"

The text has been generated with his voice pace at the same rate.

Only shit!

“Ummm… Hi, Dr. Lecter?”

[ravenwindsor01]

Yandere! Siren! Hannibal Lecter X Young Human Petite Insecure Fem Reader

Author's Note: I suddenly think of an idea where there's an alternative universe where Hannibal Lecter is a Siren in the abandoned lake while you are a traveller wandering around there. Minors DNI! You must be at least 18 to read this fanfic!

There's no warning in this fanfic cuz I didn't want to repeat them anymore. You get the gist of it.

Edited: I used Sora to generate two pictures for you. I know the results are not that good, but I try my best. I'm so sorry about that!

I'll use the 1st perspective to write it.

If you want to put your OC to replace you, that's 💯 normal!

If you're a male reader but this piques your interest, go for it!

Hope you enjoy reading it. <3

🛶 Fanfic Time! 🛶

Today, I began my journey to an infamous abandoned lake with an anonymous name, carrying a backpack loaded with travel accessories and tools.

Miles passed, and I finally reached my destination. I let out a heavy sigh as I approached the dock. A wooden boat caught my eye, and I hopped onto it, the wood squeaking beneath me.

I lost my balance because I was too clumsy. Luckily, the boat didn't sink and remained afloat.

I unzipped my rucksack, grabbed foldable paddles, and placed the boat lamps before zipping it back up.

Both hands rowed the boat slowly while observing the dark, foggy lake.

I don't understand why so many people have died in this lake. Legend says a 6'0 tall male Siren devours anyone who enters his forbidden territory.

Minutes passed as I continued to look for any threats that I needed to remain alert to.

"So far so good..."

"I wonder if the myth was real or not... Let's find it out... Omg... I have a bad feeling about this..."

"I hope I won't die sooner or later!"

My train of thought was interrupted by a man singing similar to the sirens from Greek Mythology.

Who could it be?! The male siren from the myth or the human male this time!?

"Hello??? Is someone here???"

I heard my voice echo across the lake and paused, waiting for a mysterious response.

A deaf of silence kills me per second...

Until my boat bumped into something...

I looked at the lake and saw dozens of skeletons afloated.

A loud gasp and screams left my soul as fell against the wooden texture.

"HOLY FUCK!? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!"

I panted heavily while sensing danger...

"So the myth was real... Shit! I better escape before it's too late-"

When I tried to paddle, both of them halted.

WHO THE FUCK DID THAT?!

I saw a male siren's head appear close to the lake's edge.

His pair of intense hazel-brown eyes stared up at me with hunger.

SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I released them and quickly unzipped my backpack to grab my flashlight to shine his eyes.

Finally, it worked!

A low growl escaped from his lips and revealed his upper naked human form...

His hands covered his eyes while groaning in pain.

OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! HE'S BUFF AS FUCK!!! FUCK THIS SHIT I'M OUT!

FUCK!!! I SHOULD HAVE NOT DUMP THEM AWAY!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I BEEN SO SCREWED AND DOOMED!!!

"SCREW IT!!! 3...2...1... JUMP!"

I jumped off the boat and swam as fast as I could...

THE COLD TEMPERATURE OF THE LAKE MADE ME ALMOST FREEZE! I coughed while trying my best to swim! This was the 1st time I swam!!!

"HELP ME! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!!! I CAN'T SWIM!!!"

I heard some splashing water noises coming closer to me as I turned behind and saw him swimming at flash speed!

NOOOOOO!!!!!!! I DON'T WANNA GET EATEN ALIVE!!!

"FUCK FUCK FUCK! I LEFT MY BACKPACK ON THE BOAT! HOLY MOLY!!!"

"Fear not, dear mortal. The siren himself poses no threat... In his domain, your safety is assured..."

WHO SAID THAT?!

I felt arms spin me around and he forced me to face him.

"Silence now... I vow to be your guardian..."

WAIT HE COULD TALK!? OMG, I FEEL SO RETARDED...

"Wait! Why didn't you eat me?"

"Why would I? It’s a rare occurrence to behold a woman of such exquisite beauty gracing my tranquil lake. It has been many moons since a human soul has chosen to pay me a visit..."

"I am convinced that you have captivated the perilous siren..."

WTF?! DID HE UNLOCK HIS PREMIUM ENGLISH MODE?! HE SOUNDED LIKE A WORDSMITH FROM THE MEDIVAL!

"Oh, I perceive your astonishment at my eloquent prose. Fear not, for I shall guide you to a place of tranquillity and security."

"How old are you? You look like a 59-year-old man, but I know you're a male siren."

The siren emitted a low chuckle that made me flinch.

"You have adorned my spirit with sweet compliments, dear mortal. Yet, I must confess, the very essence of the siren stretches beyond the confines of mere years."

He scooped me up with his strong arms without giving me a warning or permission.

I let out a soft gasp. Meanwhile, he chuckled lightly at my flabbergasted demeanour.

"Lay your head gently upon my chest... It shall cradle you in warmth and shield you in safety..."

The siren cooed softly at me. I felt his voice vibrate deeply from his chest while he laughed.

"May I ask what's your name?"

"How delightful it is to be met with such courtesy from someone of your kind. I must confess, I have yet to encounter a soul so courteous in the presence of a siren. To satisfy your thirst for enlightenment, I shall acquiesce... I go by the name Hannibal Lecter; you may call me simply Hannibal."

"Could you kindly share your name with me as well?"

A jolt of insecurity shocked through my brain cells, similar to a thunderstorm that hit my body.

"Ummm... You may call me Miss Y/N or Y/N."

"How enchanting it was, a melody that danced through my ears."

"I offer my deepest apologies for imposing upon you with this inquiry. However, the curiosity that dwells within me has proven too great to resist… May I be so bold as to ask your age, dear Miss Y/N?"

"Ummm... Yeah, sure... Why not?"

I chuckled nervously and looked away...

I felt his large fingers gently lift my face to gaze upon him.

His expression remained stoic yet soft...

"I'm currently (inserts your age to him)..."

"Indeed, as vibrant and enchanting as you are in your youth~"

"Thanks... You too..."

"My dearest Y/N, your words have cast a delightful spell upon me..."

"Do you know where's my boat?"

Hannibal paused a moment and contemplated with his serious manner... I assume he was hiding something from me...

"One might say that a certain lack of awareness brings a peculiar kind of happiness, wouldn’t you concur? Regarding your backpack and other possessions... they may no longer serve a purpose in the grander scheme. Allow me to offer you a different kind of care, one that stretches beyond the ordinary, lasting through all time."

Hannibal said it calmly with a soft grin while hinting he might done some shenanigans.

Conflicting emotions and thoughts overwhelm my senses... In other words, I felt torn by his words...

"But-"

I held my words back as I sighed heavily, and decided not to continue my unfinished sentences.

As if Hannibal could read my mind, he cupped my face with his rough huge veiny hands.

Looking down at me firmly but softly.

"Your gaze, a sheer tapestry, reveals all that lies within. With whispers of emotion woven into every glance, you embody vivid and delicate charm."

I was speechless by his poetic sentences again...

Hannibal withdrew his hands as he swam us to an underwater sanctuary containing a transparent room that provides oxygen for me, similar to an underwater hotel.

The siren closed the door behind us and gently laid me down on the bed with crisp white sheets.

Hannibal leaned over me, lightly brushing my skin with his dry lips, trailing kisses along.

A few murmurs escaped from him.

"Allow yourself a moment of repose as I attend to you with delightful drinks and savory snacks. My most precious treasure deserves to be cherished."

To my surprise, he pressed some buttons on a futuristic machine.

It was my first time seeing a siren do that, and I never expected Hannibal to have such advanced tools in his sanctuary.

"I humbly beg your pardon for the delay. Rest assured, the meals will be served forthwith, ensuring you won’t have to wait much longer."

Once the meal was served, he gently grabbed the tray from the machine door and carefully brought it to me, waiting for me to take it.

Through his observations, he could see a hint of hesitation in my expression.

"Rest assured, the meals are completely safe and free from any harmful substances or drugs. Would you like me to serve you?"

You gulped and avoided his gaze; the siren waited patiently until he broke the silence.

"How about this? Allow me to enjoy these meals on your behalf, so you can build trust in me. Does that sound appealing to you?"

You pondered for a while until you gave him a slight nod in response.

The pair of eyes exposed a sense of mild shock but quickly hid it with a gentle grin.

"I appreciate the trust you’re starting to place in me, even if we’re just at the beginning. I can sense that your confidence in me will grow over time. I hope you find some relief from your trust issues soon."

I watched Hannibal delicately use his utensils and consume his meal piece by piece.

I caught his intense glance at me as he cleansed the crumbs from his long tongue.

I gulped and sweat beamed my forehead.

“Forgive my intrusion; might I ask if something weighs on your mind?”

"U-Ummm... Not really... Thanks for asking, Hannibal."

I couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle. Yet, I could see that he masked himself well.

There's a hint of suspicion in his eyes, but with a hidden amusement. Trying to brush it off, he merely obliged my fake reassurance.

"Very well, I shall take my leave from this inquiry, respectfully choosing not to delve deeper into the mystery."

The siren sipped the red wine and asked if I wanted to drink it as well.

I shook my head and politely refused him with a slight grin.

Hannibal nodded in return, impressed by my nobility.

"Is there something I can eat or drink besides picking them from the machine?"

Again, he pondered for a moment until he said it calmly yet with a soft assertiveness.

"While I understand that your options may be somewhat constrained, I genuinely appreciate your patience. If it’s more to your liking, I would be delighted to showcase my culinary talents and prepare some meals for you."

"Ummm... Thanks for your help, but..."

He raised his eyebrows a bit while encouraging me to go on.

"I would rather cook the meals by myself."

A brief look of disappointment appeared in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a polite grin.

"Indeed, so it is. Each soul dances to the rhythm of their own desires, savouring the rich tapestry of flavours and drinks that life graciously offers."

"I shall tread softly in your realm, honouring the whispers of your heart's desire. With gentle grace, I will not overwhelm, for in your freedom, my respect takes fire."

Before Hannibal could leave the room, I called out to him, stopping him in his tracks.

"Wait-"

"Yes, Miss Y/N?"

"Do you have a refrigerator so that I can pick the ingredients or meals that I can cook with?"

Hannibal was skilled at disguising his true feelings, so he was somewhat surprised that I would ask him.

It took him a minute to respond to me. Observed his cautious eyes looking somewhere, threading his words carefully.

"Verily, though the fridge may lack in aesthetic charm, grant me the privilege of curating its treasures. With devotion, I shall conjure meals that delight the senses and nourish the soul. Allow me to unveil culinary masterpieces, that you might indulge in the joy of exquisite dining, unencumbered by the unappealing visage of necessity."

"How nasty does the fridge look?"

"Imagine, if you will, a sight so ghastly it etches itself into the very fabric of your soul—an apparition so disquieting that it inspires a lasting vow to never again dare open the refrigerator door. It resembles the darkest of nightmares, lingering and relentless, destined to haunt the corridors of your mind for all eternity. With a gentle nudge, I urge you to tread carefully, for some visions are best left unimagined."

"Does it mean you cook human flesh before putting their names in your meal list?"

A flicker of surprise appeared in his eyes, dazzled by your accurate assumptions or strong intuition.

"Let the siren's gentle call bring you peace of mind, for within the fridge's depths and the meals we intertwine, no trace of human flesh or shadowy parts will you find, only nourishing delights crafted with care, so kind."

"If there’s no trouble yet, the fridge looks horrifying. I can clean your fridge, right?"

"In gentle tones, I make my stand. For you, my guest, I lend a hand. Your comfort’s worth the world, it seems, I’ll shield you from the fridge's whims and dreams. No need for worry, no cause for stress, in service to you, I find my finesse. With grace, I’ll tend to every chore, for you are cherished, now and evermore. So let me take this burden, dear, to spare you from the slightest fear. As honoured guest, you reign supreme, in this small act, I craft esteem."

"Ummm... Alright... Thank you for your concern and consideration.. Wow, you could be a novelist who can write several poems."

Hannibal nodded and patted my hair without my consent.

I let out the involuntary "Eek!" sound while jumping a bit.

"Your voice is like a soothing melody to me."

"My sincerest apologies for the unanticipated moment. It was never my aim to evoke feelings of discomfort with the gentle gesture of my fingers gliding through your hair."

The siren quickly pulled his hands away from my hair and offered me a gentle smile.

"Why were you muttering about before you apologized to me?"

"Not grand, just a whisper—your voice, a melody to my ears."

I blushed a bit in embarrassment as he chuckled quietly.

"Rest assured, I am not here to offer any false pretenses or embellishments. You have my utmost respect."

"Just as I promised, please allow me to retreat to the kitchen and prepare a delightful meal for you."

Hannibal bowed at me and shut the door gently behind him.

Time Skip

Hannibal opened the door with his tail as he carried the cloches in his hands.

"Introducing two delightful dishes: Crispy Crab Cakes drizzled with a rich Tomato Butter and Venetian Shrimp served alongside creamy Polenta."

Hannibal opened them as a soft gasp escaped from my lips.

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE WAS FUCKING RIGHT ABOUT GOOD AT COOKING!!! NO SHIT SHERLOCK!!!! HE COULD APPLY FOR BEING A MASTER CHEF!!!!!!!!

I didn’t realize my lips were drooling until Hannibal wiped my saliva and licked it hungrily.

A soft, low, satisfied hum escaped from him as I involuntarily whimpered.

"I assume that you enjoy the dishes I’ve thoughtfully prepared just for you?"

He pretended to be innocent, but deep down, he was well aware of his skill in deception.

"If you'd like, feel free to start enjoying them before they cool down. There's no obligation to wait for my company—please, make yourself at home."

Kept moaning in delight as I concluded!

My moans were music to his ears! Such symphony coming from the opera singer on the stage!

His pupils dilated when experiencing arousal. He eagerly anticipated the opportunity to explore your entrance, folds, and to grasp your breasts. The sound of your high-pitched voice, shrieks, and gasps was akin to paradise for him.

“No thanks! I’m full already!!! But OMG you’re really a Master Chef ngl!!! Tysm!!!”

The siren paused for a moment and nodded slowly.

“A thousand welcome unto thee~ It is but right that joy should wash over the days. Fear not, for the serving of my grace weighs not upon me. I am utterly beguiled by the wondrous kindness.”

Picked up the empty plate as he washed the dish and the utensils.

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I created Carol again via Picrew

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I created My new OC, Carol via Picrew

I created Carol since 2 days ago. Her birthday might be February 12 lol

I didn’t own the art style!

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Yandere Duncan Vizla x Young Insecure Petite Fem Readers

Author's Note: There'll be no warnings since I didn't want to keep spoiling the contents of my fanfic. I intended to keep it mysterious and surprising. Lol. Thank you for watching my fanfics so far. If you're new here, welcome! My nickname is Artsy. I've been posting about my fanfics on Tumblr for about 3 years??? My sincere apologies, I kind of forgot when was it since I have a bit of short-term memory. This is my 1st time to write a fanfic about Duncan Vizla x Petite Fem Readers. Hope you won't mind the grammatical errors. Alright, let's jump straight into the fanfic!

A pile of snow lay on the ground. Your furry snow boots had carried you to the woods while you were shivering. Sure, you have worn thick layers of fabric, scarf, ear muffs and gloves. However, that was not enough. Something you were aiming to pursue… Find a shelter or a house that will keep you safe and warm. Not only that, you have to find someone to take care of you… 

After searching for almost forever, your sharp eyes finally scanned a thing that you assumed was a wooden cottage. Its outer appearance looked ordinary, nothing exquisite. Your footsteps shortened the distance as you circled the cottage. Familiarizing with this unknown sanctuary. 

After you’re done memorizing it, you exhale on the glass window. A fog was created on the fragile surface, your gloves wiped it away and became clear in sight. That was a fireplace in there opposite a huge comfy sofa being sat by a middle-aged man with grey messy slicked-back hair. You could tell he was in distress by seeing him consuming volumes of beer. The atmosphere was melded with peace and melancholy. 

You decided to keep observing him silently without drawing his attention. The more you look at him, the more details you seem to be amazed by. The man has a thick moustache, weathered skin, and a well-built giant figure. He had illuminated the aura of formidable or intimidation. He wore a raven eye patch on his left eye. You have no idea what’s his identity but your gut instincts tell you not to mess around with him. Something that you should be cautious of his presence. 

When the retired assassin looked in your direction, you quickly lowered your head. A pair of cold icy eyes locked at the window while waiting for someone to show up. 

He placed the glass of beer on the table, arose from his sofa and picked up his pistol. Kept his guard up and opened the front door. He swore he caught a glimpse of something but he couldn’t tell what is it. Shut the door behind him, his heavy footsteps crushed the piles of snow, leaving some footprints. 

“Show yourself or else you’ll pay for the consequences.”

A gruff yet ominous voice echoed through the woods, begging for someone to surrender and not playing hide and seek with him. 

He ignited the tiny flame from his lighter to his cigarette. A puff of smoke escaped from his dry lips.

Meanwhile, you were hiding under the pile of snow behind his cottage. Praying he won’t find your hiding spot. 

He walked around the cottage with his hazel-brown eyes. Scanning for a lump on the ground, and wondering who’s the stranger who had been stalking him. 

He didn’t see you until he walked behind it. Eventually, able to see your secret spot. His thunderous sound emitted and it made you jump. 

A sound of a soft gasp escaped from your lips, he furrowed his brows with a slight surprise. Didn’t expect a petite human girl to be the stalker… 

His eyes softened a bit and kept aiming down at you. 

“A young lady? Mmm…” He muttered under his breath.

“Why are you here outside of my cottage?”

His stern voice made you quiver in fear. 

There’s a weak response from you until you fainted on the snow. 

"Please... Help me..."

His eyes widened and he confiscated his weapon in his pockets.

Thousands of questions swirled in his head and he couldn’t seem to fathom why you had a strong effect on him.

An intense feeling where he must protect you from danger. 

The man himself never felt vulnerable until he met you. 

A hint of hesitation splattered his eyes as he slowly carried your dainty body in a princess hug into the cottage.

Time Skip

The warmth had embraced your entire body draped by the microfibre blanket.

The guy sat next to you on the side of his bed, gazing at every inch of your curves.

Engrossed by your outer beauty, he couldn't help but continue his unsettling gaze at you.

Something about your sleepy and peaceful demeanour had melted his heart.

Very intoxicating and addictive like a drug...

Flames danced lively and wobbly in the fireplace, while the logs crackled as they burned with intense heat.

What will it be like if she finds out that she was saved by the man who almost killed her?

Curiosity had consumed him like drinking volumes of vodka.

Your locks of hair had fallen onto your swollen lips, Duncan hovered over it with hesitation until he tucked it away gently behind your ear.

He never felt this sensation before...

You had left a huge impact on him...

Something that changed him very significantly even though he didn't show it.

A cold-hearted or aloof retired assassin never showed kindness or mercy to anyone...

Not even a single one...

This was his 1st time to experience something...

Serene...

So benevolent to a girl he barely met...

Similar to love at 1st sight...

Time Skip

Finally, you woke up...

Your groggy eyes felt sleepy while rubbing your eyes...

"Where am I?"

You mumbled under your breath and soon focused your sight better.

You found yourself in his living room... The fabric wrapped your body wholly.

Beams of sweat flowed down your forehead, and soon flickered your sight to Duncan.

Needless to say, his eyes remained aloof and expressionless...

Little did you know that he stared at you until you awoke. A Master of masking aware of when to compose himself to not slip through his true self.

A sign of unpredictability across his face.

A heavy sigh escaped from his dry lips.

He was aware of your speechless demeanour...

Chose not to push you to speak, it would be considerate for him to be patient with you.

Time will eventually reduce your anxiety sooner or later...

After a moment of silence, he broke it up.

"Are you feeling better now? Warm and cozy?"

As usual, his slightly grumpy manner remained the same...

As expected, your eyes were filled with speechless and flabbergasted.

You would never believe that he would save your life without killing you.

Quite ironic and awkward...

You nodded slowly while avoiding eye contact with him...

I'm supposed to say thank you to him... But the cat caught my tongue... Countless questions spinning around my head... I couldn't understand why he would be so merciful to me?

"Good."

A hint of emotionless tone with a simple reply escaped from him.

"I thought I would lose you... Thank God, you're still alive..."

His soft mumbling was quite gibberish yet you couldn't interpret what he meant...

However, you decided not to be nosy...

“So you still haven’t answer my question yet… Why were you outside of my cottage earlier? Trying to peek at me behind the windows…”

His tone was once again suspicious and grumpy.

“Ummm… I… was looking for a retired assassin man called Duncan Vizla?”

"Have you seen him? I want... to... ummm... ask him something..."

The man sighed heavily and pondered whether he should reveal his identity to you.

"You don't need to find someone... I'm Duncan Vizla... What do you want to ask me? Why is it so confidential?"

“Well, the reason I peeked outside your cottage was to check if you were in there. I didn’t know you were Duncan Vizla.”

"I want to ask more personal questions about you..."

He appeared surprised by your interest in him. However, he suspected you might be a spy, as his instincts told him something was off about you.

"What's your name, Miss?"

"Ummm... You can call me Y/N..."

"Y/N... Such a lovely name..."

"Pardon, Mr. Vizla?"

"Nothing... No need to address me as Mister Vizla... Just call me Duncan. How did you know my home address, Y/N?"

How can I respond to him? I can't say I'm his biggest fan, right? What should I say? Come on, think clearly!

"Ummm... I got lost in the woods, and want to find shelter until I see your cottage... I really didn't know that was your cottage until now..."

“So, did your parents know about this? Why were you alone in the woods? Did you not ask your parents for permission?”

"Ummm... They were on vacation, so they let me-"

A heavy sigh interrupted your sentence; you were so worried if you had offended him or something.

“Your parents were really careless. How could they just leave you alone when you could have been kidnapped, seriously hurt, or starved in the woods, especially in winter?”

"Yes, I know they want you to be independent... But you have 0 survival instincts... You could have died if I had shot you earlier..."

He facepalmed because he was angry at your parents and felt protective toward you.

"Thank you for your concern??? Is there a way you can guide me back home?"

Your voice was shaky, filled with insecurity and concern...

"It's night, and it's getting cold. You need to eat something. Let me take care of you for now."

"Stay there and don't move..."

The way he said "don't move" sent some butterflies to your stomach...

You observed him walking to his kitchen until he disappeared from your sight.

Soon, you realized that your ear muffs, snow fur boots, scarf and gloves were gone... You suspected that Duncan took it off for you when you were unconscious...

Time Skip

Duncan set the wooden bowl of lukewarm Japanese cream stew on the table, accompanied by carved utensils.

Wow, you never expect him to be a great cook.

"The dinner is ready. Just dig it in... I don't want to see you strave..."

I DIDN'T KNOW THAT HE COULD TURN JAPANESE GHIBLI WHITE CREAM STEW INTO REALITY!

OMG! I ALWAYS DREAM OF EATING IT, BUT NOW DREAMS COME TRUE!!! HOW DID HE KNOW ABOUT THAT?! HAS HE WATCHED ANIME AS WELL!? THAT'S SO COOL!

As you dig in, a sharp pair of eyes fixates on you...

You are too focused on eating, while he is lost in thought, considering how to take care of you...

He has you trapped in his cabin and makes you completely dependent on him.

He will never allow anyone to harm you or restrict your contact with friends or family.

Oh, heavens! You are the only young maiden he wishes to preserve for eternity.

A smile on your face heightened his obsession further.

Observing your expression of pleasure prompted him to activate his imaginative mode with you.

Envisioning the nature of your pleasant expressions of desire when pleading with him…

It goes without saying that he concealed it at that moment.

A faint smile appeared on his face, only to quickly be replaced by stoicism.

Once you had finished eating, you noticed him gazing at you with unwavering eyes, which caused you to feel uncomfortable.

When you were about to stand up from the chair, he offered a pause gesture, indicating that he would clean the dishes for you.

It would be regrettable if you were required to clean them up. You are his preferred guest and a discreet fascination.

“Follow me…”

A subtle, deep yet gentle voice resonated through your eardrums.

It conveyed an aura that was both commanding and calming to your ears.

You nodded gently, and his broad frame entirely obstructed your petite figure.

Following the house tour, his irritable yet gentle voice advised you to attend to your self-care routines.

Unquestionably, you completed them promptly because it was essential to prioritize your well-being.

One hopes to avoid his nagging or supervision during this time, as it would be quite distressing, particularly given that he remains a stranger to you.

Meanwhile, the retired assassin—black patch gleaming in the dim light—lingered over each dish, each utensil, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

He yearned for the moment you would surrender to sleep, when he might finally trace the contours of your skin with his weathered, calloused hands—touch born of longing and restrained hunger.

His labor complete, he ascended the wooden stairs—each footfall punctuated by plaintive creaks that betrayed his approach.

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Yandere Hannibal Lecter x Petite Young Fem Birthday Star Readers

Warning: Yandere shenanigans, age gap, size difference, readers must be 18 or above, the readers are virgins in this headcanon fanfic, default colour texts represent Hannibal; pink texts represent you or your OC. Readers are insecure too. It's optional if you wish your OC to replace you or not, whatever suits your preferences. The content might contain foul words, kissing, manipulation, human flesh, cannibalism, etc. If these warnings have made you feel uncomfortable, please scroll somewhere else! Thanks for watching! Now back to fanfic time!

(Edited: I used Sora to generate this picture for me. So, hope you guys can enjoy it! :D Typed on May 1st, 2025 (Thursday).)

⚡My Flashbacks⚡

It has been years since I've been trapped inside of Hannibal's mansion in Baltimore. This middle-aged psychiatrist never let me escape from him. It's impossible to make an escape plan...

Over the years, the man with a well-tailored suit knew exactly what I was thinking of...Regardless of how I tried so many ways to persuade him by using some white lies or empty promises...It didn't work out eventually...

🛌Back to reality🛌

At 5AM, an alarm rang loudly from my phone across a nightstand. An annoyed groan escaped from my lips and I opened my eyes reluctantly.

"Arghhh... I still wanna sleep..."

Finally, it came to an end as I noticed that the cannibal helped me to switch it off.

OMG TYSM!

"Rest now, Y/N."

I was in a half-asleep and half-awake state and thanked him with my mutterings.

"Thanks for saving me, Doc..."

Hannibal chuckled softly in amusement and said it almost in an inaudible tone.

"You're most welcome, Y/N~"

"Mmm..."

I rolled around the bed while curling my body on the bed...

Unbeknownst to you, my dreams cradle your slumber softly upon my bed.

My half-lidded gaze lingered on your petite shape, ensconced in blue and white stripes, swaddled like a cherished secret.

Your delicate state stirred emotions within me so profound that I found myself at a loss for words, unable to fully grasp the depth of what I felt...

I stood with a commanding presence, my shadow embracing you, much like a formidable antagonist surveying a delicate victim.

Gently brush away the strands of bangs clinging to your lips, tucking them behind your ears with care.

Something about you has influenced me tremendously, prompting me to treat you with love and support, pampering you with all my affection and loyalty. After a moment of contemplation, I shook my head and quietly shut the door behind me.

🎂Cooking Time🎂

As I gather unique ingredients for my beloved's cherished recipe, a sly smile reveals my delight and anticipation. The tender meat, meticulously shredded into delicate strands, received a gentle whisper of pork seasonings before surrendering to the embrace of the pan’s warmth.

As I uncapped the bottle, a gentle pop echoed in the air, a prelude to the shimmering cascade of oil gracefully filling the space.

In the act of crafting a circle's embrace, a symphony of sizzling sounds emerged, echoing the sorrowful whispers of tormented souls yearning for release. With a gentle motion, I turned it over, allowing the flames to waltz gracefully through the air.

Once the main menu was complete, I gently transferred it to a plate, gracing the top with a heart-shaped swirl of ketchup— a little touch of love on a canvas of flavour.

Soon, I made a heart-themed birthday cake with light pink and white cream puffs, decorating it with a piping bag.

With a gentle squeeze of the piping bag, I adorned the cake with delicate icing, inscribing "Happy Birthday, Y/N" in soft, lovely pink. Every swirl whispered joy, a sweet tribute to a cherished day.

⏳Time Skip⌛️

I slipped off my shoes, the soft embrace of socks guiding me up the stairs, each step a whisper. Cautiously, I closed the door behind me, not wanting to disturb the slumbering soul within. The lady’s serene face wore the stillness of dreams. My lengthy strides faltered as I ascended the bed, drawn closer to the tranquillity that lingered.

Wrapped in warmth, I slipped beneath the blankets, my nose brushing against hers. A smile danced across my lips as her eyes remained gently closed. My kisses meandered over her crown, whispering sweet nothings in a lullaby of love.

"Time to rise, Y/N~"

Needless to say, you groaned softly while being needy to sleep.

"Nah... I don't need to go to work..."

"May I present to you a cherished surprise... A day woven just for your delight."

"What are you talking about? Mmm..."

You cautiously rubbed your heavy eyelids, your weary expression reminiscent of a small, fluffy bunny.

"What do you mean today is my special day? Don't play coy with me, Doc..."

"That's quite a bold assumption. What leads you to believe I would soften my words, my dear?"

I felt speechless and avoided his gaze at me.

Hannibal jumped off the bed and gestured for me to get off the bed.

“Come, allow me to present you with your splendid breakfast. I have no doubt you will find it utterly delightful.”

After I stepped out of my bedroom, I noticed there were some colourful party decorations hanging along the hallway.

Light pink balloons floated on the ceiling…

"I wonder who made these..."

"Are these for me?"

I muttered to myself while feeling astonished.

The Psychiatrist's sensitive ears picked up my mumblings and chuckled in amusement.

As predicted, he remained mute and guided me to his dining room.

Not wishing to unveil the underlying truths, the man clad in a white button-up shirt adorned with vertical stripes gracefully drew out a chair for the young lady.

"Please take a seat."

The cannibal inclined, a courteous beckon to the untouched.

I sat down on the wooden chair with a soft thud.

"Thanks, Hannibal."

"There's no need to thank me; it's truly my pleasure to assist you."

The aristocrat took off the cloche. He began to introduce the main meal for my breakfast concisely.

"If I may propose an enticing breakfast idea, envision a heart-shaped sunny-side-up egg gracefully housed within a slice of toast, complemented by perfectly cooked bacon adorned with a delicate drizzle of ketchup. This lovingly crafted dish is sure to brighten your morning."

His uncanny grin made me feel uneased but I decided to dismiss it and nodded gently with a feigned smile.

Of course, he noticed my hesitance and masked grin but chose not to pressure me further.

The psychiatrist handled me with the utensils and I thanked him again.

"There's truly no necessity for such formality, Y/N~ Please enjoy your meal."

A slight nod came from him as he gestured for me to dig in.

His unwavering gaze kept locked with me while I was devouring every crumb of the meal.

The more he observed me, the more his smile grew wider...

"Damn! You're the best chef ever! How did you cook it so well?! Mmmmmmm!!! 10000000000/10!!!"

The man chuckled in amusement and hid his arrogance well, replied with a calm gentle tone.

Needless to say, a sense of contentment plastered across his lips.

"You are too kind, my dear. I appreciate your sentiment. However, I have something else in mind for you today, given that you are the star of our little story. I would like to express my gratitude for your extended stay in my sanctuary. We can certainly explore culinary lessons at a later time, if that pleases you."

"Okie Dokie!"

Your smile is a rare gem, a warm light that brightens my heart. I long to see it more often, for each glimpse is filled with joy.

I gathered your plates and tucked them away, where they’ll patiently await their cleansing ballet.

Allow the machine to weave its magic; it grants me precious moments to cherish with my beloved.

As I closed the fridge, I gently cradled the tray of a homemade birthday delight, weaving a moment of joy for my cherished star on this special day… my one and only.

"Here lies a second token of my affection, a whisper of thought wrapped in gratitude."

His tone became more intense and... somewhat... obesssive???

"Ok, what is that-Wait! Today is my birthday?! OMG! Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

"Isn't it much more enjoyable when I can offer you a few delightful surprises along the way?"

I shot you a playful wink, a smirk dancing on my lips...

"Delay no further, let not the feast grow cold… Partake now, if you wish to behold."

Once I put a piece of cake in my mouth, my eyes widened in fascination and shock!

HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS SO PERFECT!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE ITTTTTT!!!!!!!!

[ravenwindsor01]

Yandere Clifford Unger x Petite Unwilling Insecure Fem Virgin Readers

(My POV the GIF above: Too tired 24/7 🤣🤣🤣)

Author's Note: It's been a while and thank you so much for reading my fanfics so far... I wasn't active on Tumblr bc I was busy finishing my 1st semester in college last December. My sincere apologies if you've waited for me so long. Luckily, I'm having my New Year Holidays so... I have an idea of writing my 1st fanfic about Clifford Unger x Petite Fem Readers. Hope you won't mind my grammar. If you've noticed an AI bot that I created in c.ai, then you would get a gist of it that I'm going to write a headcanon version of him celebrating your B-Day. I wanted to write a full version by posting it here since c.ai has word count limitations in there.

Warning: Yandere shenanigans, a headcanon version of Cliff breaking the 4th wall and being a Yandere, stalking, size difference, age difference or age gap, readers are females(if you're a male and wanted to imagine yourself as a female, it's perfectly normal. Go for it.), etc. It's optional for you to put your OC as a fem reader. Whatever suits your preferences as long as you're enjoying this reading session. Readers must be 18 or above. The fanfic will use the 3rd perspective to narrate Cliff and you. It contains foul words, angst, sobbing, etc. Readers are virgins. You have been warned!

🖥️Fanfic Time🖥️

You're one of the wealthiest famous YouTubers worldwide. In your bedroom, you sat on your gaming chair. Once your gaming PC is switched on, you put on some wireless headphones and connect to Bluetooth to your PC.

You began to livestream on YouTube while waiting for the audience to join in.

The chat screen from YouTube floated from your right-hand corner while spamming lots of messages with a rapid animation of swiping down forcefully.

"Welcome~ Thank you so much for joining my Birthday Stream today. How's it going, Chat?"

"Good! Glad you guys are feeling well today. Me too, thanks for asking! Yes, happy birthday to me indeed. Hahaha!~ Any suggestions that you guys want me to play a specific game?"

"Hold on a second... Let me make a poll in the comments so that you guys can vote for it..."

"Done! Let me know if you guys are done voting it."

"Death Stranding? Seriously? You guys want me to revisit the game? I mean I played it 1 year ago if you still remember our last livestream-Oh... I haven't discovered the Easter Eggs yet... Right... My bad gang... Thanks for reminding me. Alright, gonna do it for you guys."

You hovered the mouse cursor over the game icon called “Death Stranding”.

(I found this game icon from Google Pics. You can think of it as a reference.)

⏳Time Skip⌛️

"Thanks for the super stickers, Chat. Much appreciated. Seriously, you don't have to donate money to me. You can save your money and keep watching my videos or live streams. That would mean so much to me!"

As sweat beaming on your forehead, your eyes fill with determination to complete each of the Easter Eggs one by one.

“Only 1 left and I can exit the game and uninstall it… Soon, I can take a rest…”

Your inner monologue subconsciously escapes from your lips while pursuing this goal.

(Here's the birthday cake for you. This video can help you visualize instead of imagining it. This video didn't belong to me. I hope it helps you. :))

Finally, it took you almost forever until the chat gave you some hints to find it. You're in Sam Bridges' private room and open the mail inbox from your game, the members of Bridges send you a B-Day message.

"Why did the message say today is Sam's birthday? I thought it was my birthday??? Weird..."

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

Once you finished the missions on the left side, you unlocked the scene where Sam carried BB inside from the portable pod and then immediately zoomed bigger into BB's face.

The transition suddenly shifted to your birthday scene. You're in the BB's (1st person) perspective with bubbles floating on the orange glass portable pod.

The mysterious man entered the private room and the door behind him swung back smoothly to shut it.

You saw him as a tall middle-aged man with grey hair similar to Levi Ackerman's hairstyle, with lavender lens J.F. Rey sunglasses resting on top of his forehead & white skin. He wore his usual attire a Royal Blue Notch Lapel Style Collar Suit, a Black Buttoned shirt with buttoned-up long sleeves, a black belt wrapped with Royal Blue long pants, and a pair of black socks with Oxford Shoes.

(This is his full body, sorry if the picture is too blurry.)

(Lavender lens sunglasses made by J.F. Ren)

"Yo, Chat. Who's this dude!?”

“Clifford Unger? Never heard of him. Wait I think he’s trying to talk with me... Sorry Chat, gonna focus on him."

He was carrying something blurry that you couldn't see clearly.

"See these?" You were caught off guard that his voice was deep. You assumed his voice type could be Baritone. His voice was muffled a bit due to the noise-cancelling of the orange glass filter.

"Chat. To be honest, I can't see what he's holding..."

"A bouquet? Oh, my bad. I thought it was a potato."

I giggled hysterically while finding myself goofy.

Chat kept spamming with giggling emojis and texts by reacting to your assumption about it.

He closed the distance with his long strides and the camera angle was so low similar to your height barely at his chest level.

He adjusted his sunglasses better while smiling down at you at the perfect timing. Meanwhile, chuckling softly at you which made you feel odd. It's like he's reacting to your giggle earlier.

"You do know what day is today, don't you?"

He said softly while asking a rhetorical question.

"YO! THAT WAS SO CREEPY! IT'S LIKE HE CHUCKLED AT ME JUST IN TIME! WTF?! CHAT DID YOU SEE THAT!?"

You felt so insecure while giggling uncontrollably.

"Chat, am I crazy!? Or did the game dev make it intentionally for players like me!? Yo!"

"WHAT?! It never happened to you guys before?! That's insane... Was this a bug or something?!"

"Chat, I'm so cooked or doomed. He's gonna fry my ass sooner or later."

He found your freak-out reaction more amusing and widened his grin more.

Yet, he continued to follow the game script... Trying to act nothing happened earlier...

The orange glass filter suddenly shifted on the right side emerging with plentiful bubbles covering it...

He shut his eyes, inhaled and exhaled the air.

At the same time, the bubbles and orange glass filter were gone completely... You assumed the game dev made an invisible hand remove them. Back to the normal colour vision... His voice was clear now.

“You might be thinking…”

“Whose birthday is this?”

“Is it Mommy’s birthday?”

“Nope…”

He shook his head and said gently

“Is it BB’s birthday?”

Again, he shook his head but this time said with a faint smile.

“Nope…”

"Today is a special day..."

"A special day just for you..."

"You may have forgotten but I haven't..."

He winked at you softly while saying it in a low whisper.

"Happy Birthday... Y/N..."

He extended the yellow package, with a plastic layer wrapped around the same bouquet earlier, in front of the screen until it turned pitch black.

"What happened Chat? How did he know my name? Is it over? Can I leave the game?"

You're too focused on the chat and don't notice the huge hands penetrating your screen until you spot one of the comments from the chat saying "Look at the screen in front of you!"

You looked at the screen and backed away. You screamed by them gripping your shoulder tightly while trying to pull you forcefully in the screen.

"What the f- Chat! Help me! Why are the arms penetrating from the screen?! What should I do, Chat?!"

"CHAT! WHAT DID I DO WRONG!?"

You used something sharp to stab his hands but the wounds immediately regenerated back to normal.

"WTF!? Whose arms do those belong to!? Holy Shit! CHAT!!!"

You kept wiggling from his grip but eventually failed.

"I'm so sorry, Chat! These hands are too strong! I can't wiggle out from them! Ughhhh! Guess this is my farewell to everyone. Salute! Don't download this game, Chat. You don't wanna end it up like me!! Ah-"

You couldn't finish your scream as he successfully dragged you in here. Soon, teleported both of you inside the game.

During the interval, the livestream automatically ended quickly without letting the Chat to comment anything.

In addition, the PC turned off by itself that put a mystery to why God has to pick this weird and unfortunate event to you especially today was your birthday.

From onwards, you went missing on your birthday. Your family and friends kept searching for your missing trace but they couldn’t find you.

They felt depressed, anxious, and worried as they called the police for help.

🛏️Time Skip🛏️

You have laid on Cliff’s bed located on his private room.

Soon, your eyes fluttered as you sat up and wiped your eyes in grogginess.

Your soft groan had made Cliff skipped a few heart beats.

You shook your head and muttered to yourself.

“W-Where… am… I? Ughhh…”

After you focused your eyesight, you looked at the surroundings. It looked so familiar to you. Then, you came to realize that it was the same private room earlier from Death Stranding.

He’s been observing you for a long while without interrupting you.

Once your eyes landed on the large figure sitting next to his bed, you flinched again and escaped a soft gasp from your soft lips.

His grin grew wider and kept staring down at you with his obsessive hazel brown eyes.

“You’re the same dude earlier! What’s your name?”

Cliff chuckled lowly which sent some shivers down your spine. He remained calm and replied to you softly.

"Rise and shine, my dear. Unfortunately, I can no longer watch over your peaceful slumber like before..."

"I believe you’ve heard my name from Chat before, but allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Clifford Unger, though you may call me Cliff."

“Oh yeah! My bad… How forgetful am I? How did you know my name and Chat!? And… H-How did I get in here!?”

He seemed amused by your stutter and obliviousness which heightened his obsessive tendencies more.

Moreover, he found you so cute and innocent that that he wanted to protect you from your reality.

“You have no idea how long I have been waiting to drag you in this game since you downloaded it 1 year ago.”

“Wait wait wait wait wait! Pause! So… you’re telling me that the huge hands earlier belonged to yours!?”

He nodded slightly and smirked at you.

“Such a lovely sight to see you clueless like this… So young… and… inexperienced… You have a long life ahead of you… I can’t wait to teach you and claim you mine…”

He bent down to your ear shell and whispered with a low soothing rumble.

“Forever…”

He backed away in a respectful distance and gazed down at your widened eyes. Found your stiffness adorable… Like a helpless little bunny pinned down by a big bad fox…

“You still haven’t answered my questions yet… How did you know my name and Chat share your name with me?! How did your hands penetrate from my screen?!”

“I guess it never hurts to fulfill your inquisitive nature… But… Let me ask you this…”

"Are you truly prepared to hear the truth? Do you possess the conviction that you can manage the revelations I am about to share?"

A look of uncertainty have crossed against your face.

Not only that, but your other body languages has given him the signs of being insecure and doubtful.

As patient as always, he would give you some time to think wisely.

The room was silent except you can hear the soft continuous hum emitted from the Air Con, your soft yet quick panting and his soft yet slow breaths.

As you reluctantly made a choice, you shut your eyes and took some breathing exercises.

Hoping it will calm you down gradually.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him while he was smiling at you.

"I-I'm... Ready..."

"My dear, you seemed hesitant... Are you sure-"

"Yes! I'm sure! Please just spit it out!"

"Very well then... I'll answer your questions once and for all..."

"Your camera connects to your PC, allowing me to observe your movements, expressions, appearance, and even your bedroom during your YouTube livestreams."

"You wore wireless headphones with the microphone on, allowing me to hear your voice during livestreams, which is how I know your name."

"You may wonder how your actions contribute to my knowledge of you. The answer is simple."

"The game developer left bugs in my system that made me conscious and able to hack your computer for personal information." "Every gasp, groan, yawn, scream, and breath of yours draws me ever closer to you, resonating like a sweet melody in my ears. I could listen to it endlessly, captivated by its allure."

"What I cherish most about you is your voice. From the moment you first downloaded this game, your sweet, angelic voice captivated me entirely." "Indeed, my fascination extends beyond merely your voice; every aspect of your being serves as an additional delight for me to cherish and adore."

"Every contour of your form, every delicate curve, along with your eyes, nose, ears, and lips, as well as your petite stature, all present an exquisite perfection that captivates me entirely... in my eyes..."

"Any questions?"

His eyes smirked in amusement while observing your speechless demeanour. You didn't expect him to explain to you precisely. He understood how overwhelming it sounded to you, so he let you gather your thoughts to process what he had said to you. Seeing you like this was delicious in his eyes...

After a moment of silence, you finally spoke.

"Yes, I have so many questions that I wanna ask you further. Thanks for being patient by answering them." "If you claimed yourself that you could break the 4th wall, does that explain why you can penetrate your hands into my screen and drag me in here?"

"As for answering your question, the answer is yes..."

"However, let's take a break 1st. You seemed very tensed around me, didn't you?"

Cliff picked you up and put you down on the ground. He teleported himself to the bed while resting on it.

Without a warning, his black cables emerged from his torso. Wrapping around your body and placing you gently on top of his body.

"AH~!"

You let out a whimper and gasped involuntarily.

Your head was pressed against his tight suit wrapped around his buff chest.

"Don't worry, Y/N... I'll always protect you and be your side forever... I can hold you in my arms for eternity... No one will love you as much as I do..."

"You're all mine... Mine... Mine... Forever..."

He caressed your strands of hair and inhaled deeply into his nostrils.

Your scent was similar to a drug to him... A permanent addiction that he couldn't avoid and resist.

"Ah~ So intoxicating... I can smell your lovely hair forever... Mmmm~!"

You can hear his low grumble and moans in pleasure from his chest, you quivered in fear...

You eventually saw him unleash his lustful beast mode. His unrestrained behaviours have increased your stress and worries higher...

"P-P-Please... S-S-Stop... Let me go!"

He paused a moment as his eyes darkened in possessiveness.

"No... Now I don't need to see you behind your screen... You don't need to use your microphone anymore... You're here with me..." "I can finally meet you face-to-face and listen to your voice in here..."

"I don't care if you hate me or not... I will never let you escape from me... It hurts to see you gone... "

"You can sob, cry, yell at me or attack me! I don't care! As long as you're here with me, I would be happy to stay with you forever..."

His veiny huge calloused hands cupped your tiny soft cheeks tenderly while giving you a pleading look.

His voice got shakier and hoarse. Meanwhile, his black-ink tears flowed down his cheeks with his teary eyes.

(This is just a reference. Sorry if this GIF jumpscared you.)

You can see the reflection of your terrified face from his pupils.

"Why... Why are you doing this to me? How about my family, and friends and Chat? How can I be a Youtuber in the future? How can I survive? I miss them so much..."

Tears flowed down your cheeks as you couldn't control it. It showed how distressed you are...

His eyes softened a bit and let your tears soak against his chest while rocking your body softly... His black cables loosened utterly.

A song called "BB's Lullaby", had struck a chord within Cliff. It flooded back memories of him when he sang it to his son, BB.

His soothing yet soft intonation weirdly calmed you down a bit.

Once he finished singing it, he shut his eyes and nuzzled against your hair.

"You need not maintain your composure at all times... Allow me to witness your tears." "No worries. I love your sadness, happiness, tears, etc." "You're safe with me... Sob is one of the crucial emotions. Without it, you won't exist in the world with me... "

"Focus on me... You don't need to worry about them. I'll take good care of you from now on... I promise..."

"The bouquet earlier was not what I intentionally wished to provide you." "I was pretending to be a mindless NPC by following the game script." "I'm your birthday gift." "Just let me in... Let me give you the ceaseless love you never experienced before..."

“I reckon you'll never regret it..."

He licked your tears and tasted them, a sound of low hum vibrated from his chest...

“Delicious as expected."

“A-A-Ahhh~! Mmmmm!~ Ughhh~!"

[patiori]

WOOOOO LETS LOOK AT OUR CHILDHOODS

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hm

[irishfry]

Mmmm...

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uhhh @bxtteryacid @urlocalweirdperson1232 @schnitzelsemmerl @cloudii-skiies and anyone else

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[ravenwindsor01]

Thank you for sharing and reposting my post, @unukuzu. I also welcome anyone to test it if you’re comfortable doing it.

[patiori]

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[toxetta]

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[kyriaejiraiblog]

i’m so so cooked

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YALL

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Mmmm...

[pr1nc3-0f-th3-st4rs]

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uhhh @bxtteryacid @urlocalweirdperson1232 @schnitzelsemmerl @cloudii-skiies and anyone else

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Here’s the video where I just recorded my Squishy Fluffies sketches.

Plz don’t mind the video being a bit blurry.

[ravenwindsor01]

This is part 2 which was related to my previous post. :D

Hope you enjoy it! Again please ignore the background noises. I don’t want to repeat myself again. Thanks for watching.

[ravenwindsor01]

My yesterday’s Squishy Fluffies sketch for my today’s birthday part 1

Plz ignore the background noises and my breathing sounds or muttering words. Sorry for shaking the camera too much, I was using my left hand to record this video. 😔😔😔

[ravenwindsor01]

Today is my birthday! Lol! I’m gonna write a Yandere Hannibal Lecter fanfic for you and me as a gift. 🥳🥳🥳

Warning: It is just a Roleplaying section, please don’t take it too seriously. This would contain NSFW content, height difference, age difference, Minors DNI, fluff, angst, Yandere shenanigans, foul words, pet names etc. Readers would be at least 18 or above. Fem readers are insecure, vulnerable and sentimental like a wave of rollercoasters rising up and down. This is just a headcanon version of Hannibal being a genie. You would be roleplaying yourself as a birthday girl. If the warnings above make you feel uncomfortable or distressed, please watch something that can pique your interest or make you feel comfortable. You have been warned!

Yandere! Genie! Hannibal x Fem Reader(Birthday girl)

Author’s Note: Here are 2 pics below for you to choose to imagine Genie Hannibal as a reference. You could choose the 1st picture or the 2nd picture. This might help your reading experience more helpful. I hope this helps! :D

Author's Note: Both of them looked sexy and hot 🤣🤣🤣

Recalling back Y/N’s memories

You woke up in the morning and noticed that today was your birthday!

Sadly, you had no friends nor your parents to celebrate your birthday so you decided to purchase a birthday cake for yourself.

(I have been searching for tons of birthday cakes in Google for a while. None of them really is my preference. So I gave up and use this picture as a reference. If you cannot think of what the birthday cake looks like, this picture might help you to imagine it. On the contrary, if you think this birthday cake is not your preference. You can just search your favourite birthday cake pictures to input it in your imagination while reading this fanfic. It's up to you. You're the boss. 😉 Go back to fanfic time)

You took a picture of the birthday cake and yourself, to keep it as your unforgettable collection that had been burned inside of your current memory.

Once you ate it and did your morning routines, you plopped onto your sofa and switched on the TV.

An animation of turning on the TV was so satisfying to you. When you wanted to switch into another channel, the news made you stopped switching it. You were curious about what the haunted cave was... There were tons of pictures showed the magic lamp and a genie's face.

You were curious why there are many missing people in this particular area.

After finishing the news, you were in awe. You always thought that genies were fictional characters, not based on real-life stories. For example, Aladdin is based on one of the famous Disney movies that features a blue genie.

There may be misunderstandings as humans always consider genies to be dangerous, including Hannibal himself.

You wanted to prove that they were wrong, which was why you stood out among them and sought to change people's perspective. You aimed to show that he was not dangerous or a ruthless killer, so to speak.

That's why you decided to step out of your front door and lock it securely. You embarked on a journey to the mysterious, giant, haunted cave where many victims had met their demise. No one had been able to escape from the mighty, intimidating genie.

Back to the present

You ignored the danger signs as you slowly entered the cave. A sign of bewilderment and awe appeared from your facial expressions. Without your predictions, you saw a white light inside of the cave. There's a spotlight shining on a magic lamp lying on the ground, waiting to allure you get closer to it and rub it instantly.

(These pictures are just a reference. I just find them pretty. This is what it happens if you rubbed the lamp and the tip of it would release this red smoke in the fanfic. Ofc, this is just my imagination. )

"This empty cave... How could it be so haunted? It looked so perfectly normal and peaceful..."

An inner thought popped out in your head. You found the news' statement strange yet nonsense.

A sudden realization hit you, you felt awkward as you began to question yourself. Your brows were scrunched in confusion. Oh you were so wrong, the cave was really riskier than you thought.

"Why there's a sudden spotlight shone on the magic lamp? Does that cave itself could sense I was in here?"

You pondered and waited for a moment to see if the spotlight would be gone or not. But to no avail, it was still here. Waiting for you to pick it up...

You decided to wait for 9 minutes. Again... Nothing changed. You sighed heavily, feeling a sense of disappointment that you had no choice but to pick it up.

You examined the lamp closely, it looked so neat and elegant than you expect

You shut your eyes and took some breathing exercises to calm yourself down.

Your eyes were open as you were ready to rub the lamp or aka "Oh fuck it!"

You rubbed the lamp. A thin red smoke coming out from the tip.

Soon, the smoke faded away and the figure forming itself into a genie exactly like the news you had watched at home.

It looked way gigantic than you expected...

You were the size of his palm...

You gulped and felt your body stiffened.

This was your 1st time to see a real-life genie.

Holy Shit! He was bigger than I thought!

You tried to mute yourself and not wanted him to know that you could talk.

Hannibal laid his body down to the floor, his head rested on his hands. Grinning at you with his hazel brown eyes as he leaned closer to you.

Hannibal could sense that you were feeling insecure towards him that made you feel speechless.

You shook like a leaf...

He could feel your heart was racing...

He was aware that his size was too intimidating in your perspective.

He was secretly relishing the moment of seeing a pretty human girl. She was the only girl that made him feel aroused, protective yet obsessed with her...

It was love at 1st sight.

He had been waited decades for someone to release him from the cramped lamp. But he didn't expect a perfect looking girl would save him...

However, he chose to feign stoicism plus remained his tone firmer. To inquire her what brought her here in his cave.

"Thank you for releasing me from this lamp, little human. Happy to be your acquaintance~ What brings you here in my cave? Have you not aware of me being a dangerous genie, no?"

He wished to hear your voice... To listen it for hours...

His deep voice was like a strike of noisy thunder from the rainstorm. You couldn't help but let out an accidental whimper. Ah~ Your voice was endearing and music to his ears.

He could sense your innocence and naivety.

It melted his heart...

Your eyes avoided his gaze looking down at your tiny form... Your incoherent noises... Your body language... Curvy body... So delicious yet cute...

All of his intrusive thoughts are attacking him... But he had to refrain himself doing inappropriate things to you... He had to be patient...

He couldn't let them defeat his logic sense...

Hannibal waited patiently for your response. He utterly understand why you wished to be mute...

"Don't worry, little one~ I won't bite you... Please take your time to answer my question. But please remember that genies had a limitation of patience too... I am looking forward to your answer, my little love~"

Her breath became shallowed... Her pupils went dilated. Such a sight to behold.

I couldn't wait to corrupt her innocence and claim her mine forever~ She's my only prized possession~ She would be mine forever whether she liked it or not. She will learn how to love me soon~ She will realize that no one can provide genuine love to her~ I could give anything to her~ No one can... What can human filthy men do? They don't have the strength to protect her... I have...

Felt like decades as minutes passed, you finally spoke to him. Although your voice was timid yet insecure, he still found you entrancing.

He found your reasons to be valid yet naive... In addition, your answers were intriguing to him...

He hummed in a thoughtful manner, processing how to respond to you.

He never heard a human's response to be genuinely honest yet simple. Trying to prove the world that he was not a ruthless monster... And assumed he had his reasons to eliminate his previous masters...

Everything about you is idealistic in his eyes... He could easily manipulate you into believing him that no one loved you truthfully and with loyalty.

"Your aim of traveling here is... Interesting compared to my previous masters... May I know your name, little love?"

"U-U-Ummmmm... My name is... Y/N..."

"Such an adorable name~ My dear Y/N~"

"T-Thanks... Hannibal..."

His eyes were widened in surprised, not realized that you already aware of his name... He wished to demand her to say his name countlessly... But he would do it later.

The roll of your tongue, pronouncing his name perfectly... A sense of contentment appeared as he tugged a smile.

"Your welcome, my love~"

His hand slowly scoop her up and placed her on top of his nose...

He inhaled your hair scent so deeply. It was heaven to him...

He moaned in delight as your breaths got shallowed.

You couldn't help but feel trapped by his presence. Similar to a predator attempting to taste the scent of a prey...

He let out a growl while his vocal fry was vibrating deeply...

It aroused you internally. A bashful look appeared on your red cheeks with shades of pink.

His fingers gently caressed your body and hair. He was treating you like a delicate fragile glass.

He didn’t want to hurt you nor eat you alive. Luckily, you were not in his meal list.

“Your fragrance… is like a drug to me… Everything about you is exactly like an addiction… I couldn’t resist your charisma and sweetness~ Too precious to protect you… You are so… young and pure… Like an angel… You saved me… You changed my perspective not to murder or consume you… So perfect…”

Although he was muttering to himself, you could hear him loud and clear… The thought of what-if scenarios or getting eaten alive or killed were so horrifying to you… You gradually noticed that his sentences became weirder than you thought.

Your guts were signalling you that something was morally wrong…

The news was right… You should’ve listened to it… You wished to rewind the time itself and never stepped into his cave for the 1st time… Not to be inquisitive to encounter this risky giant genie…

Oh you were so naive yet dumb trying to prove the world that they're wrong.

They were so right that made you felt so humiliated yet ashamed.

But it was too late...

"You seemed tense, my little one~ Pray to tell?"

He chuckled looking down at you.

Expectedly, you were cowering in fear.

“No worries, little one. I won’t judge you. You can tell me what’s been bothering you.”

Once you confessed or vent it out all of your feelings to him, he nodded in understanding. Knowing your conflicted emotions kept battling with your logic sense. Similar to his

You also told him that today was your birthday that no one was going to celebrate your party.

It felt so lonesome and depressing.

Tears trickling down your cheeks.

You couldn’t help yourself but feel pathetic, being a crybaby just because of the subtle details.

You were supposed to be immune of being alone.

You hold your sobs as your tiny hands buried your tearful face.

He softly picked u up from his nose and placed you down on his palm as his face pressed against you gently. He tried to use this method to soothe you up. At least cheered you up a bit.

It was wholesome yet a stark of contrast to see a dangerous genie transformed into a gentle giant.

“Please don’t hide your tears. Crying is your natural response to express your sorrows. There is absolutely no shame or embarrassed to sob. It is healthy to your body. Sobbing makes you feel stronger not weaker.”

He cooed at you softly yet hummed a song to calm you down. You don’t know why he calmed you down but you were glad that he was your good listener. He was honest that he won’t judge you based from your sentimental behaviours.

“You can always rely on me. Confess your feelings to me. I would always stand by your side. Supporting you till the end. Tell me, Y/N. What is your birthday wish? I can grant you anything you wished for.”

You let out a few hiccups as he waited you patiently.

“I-I wish… That I will have a happy future to have a significant lover that can understand my struggles and won’t judge me. I wish that… I don’t need to feel worried and insecure anymore. I just want to live for a healthy lifestyle. I wish I could have infinite wishes from you. I know… It sounds so selfish and absurd but… I can’t bear myself to become helpless and vulnerable. Please forgive me, Hannibal.”

Your pleas and wishes and hiccups were heartwarming to him. Unlike his previous masters, they were rude yet bold enough to wish for something that could ruin anyone’s life or reputation. You were different among them. You would at least feel guilty and self-aware that your wishes might be selfish in everyone’s eyes.

That poor unfortunate innocent soul. He must fix your inner turmoils.

Your self-deprecating words made him feel pity for you. It was like a sharp knife stabbing to his heart trillions of times. He couldn’t help but fuel his possessiveness saving you and pulling you out of the pit of fire.

He wanted to stop you but refrained, giving you plenty of time to calm yourself down.

“No need to apologize, my dear. Everyone has their wishes too. It’s normal not illogical. Your emotions are valid and that’s what makes you human. It is normal to feel insecure and helpless. You might not like it but I found them endearing. My purpose is to make you feel less lonely. To shield you safe from the cruel world. You have me. I always love you no matter what. You are special, not dumb. You have my word and your wishes are my command.”

“Well according to one of your wishes, perhaps I might be your romantic lover. You are in the right place. I would not judge you based on your emotions. It… aroused me… I felt powerful yet heroic enough to protect you… The sense of dominance took over me. You have no idea how perfect you are. You are my dream girl~ My rare treasure to search for~ Your voice… Pulls me closer like a magnet… Your overall appearance… Looked like a ray of sunshine shone upon my darkest soul. Your personality… A moth attracted to flames dancing elegantly.”

His words struck a nerve with you.

You felt in disbelief at how his genuine thoughts changed your self-deprecating perspectives...

But you thanked him as he nodded with a smile.

"I guess I could be your best birthday gift."

He chuckled trying to enlighten your mood.

Eventually, he could finally see you smile and giggle softly...

It was endearing to him...

Your giggles melted his heart...

🔞🔞🔞NSFW Time🔞🔞🔞

He slowly slides his fingers in your clothings... To touch your sensitive spots...

"Quite sensitive to my touches, yes?"

He made a lustful grin and smirk. However, he quickly pretended to be serious with you.

“Sometimes we need to bend the rules a bit~ Don’t you agree, Y/N?”

He snapped his fingers as your clothes were gone.

A sudden realization hit you as you looked down at your body... Being striped naked...

Breaths got shallowed as you covered your breasts and pussy. A flustered look at your soft pink cheeks.

Without giving you a warning, his tongue stuck it out from his lips, relishing the moment of seeing your flesh~

He licked his lips as his face were inches closer to you. The sight of you being exposed and vulnerable excited him.

His eyes were filled with dominance, lust yet hunger...

His patience got thinner as he roughly licked your soft boobs... From slowest to fastest pace.

A few soft moans and whimpers escaped from your quivering lips.

The sounds of pleasures from your lips were arousing to him.

Your pitch got higher... Made his bulge erected...

You're a perfect sex toy in his eyes...

Your nipples got hardened...

You shut your eyes filled with fear, insecure, embarrassment yet a sense of arousal...

You shouldn't feel dirty nor horny...

But your sex fantasies had invaded your innocence...

"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Ahhh!~ Mmmmmmmmmmm!~ Ah-H-H-Hannibal Please-Ah!~"

"That's it, my sweet little innocent Y/N~! Say my name!"

His free hand slowly pulled your thighs open widely. He wanted to tease your wet vagina…

Your walls clenched tightly due to the shower of arousal filled inside of your brain.

You screamed for his name which led you to release pre-cum from your flower.

Hannibal chuckled in devilish as he licked all of it gently.

You arched your back but his low growl influenced you to lay down on his calloused palm.

He slurped them all as you listened to him swallowing…

“Mmmmm~! I never experienced tasting a human’s juicy cums in decades. I shall cherish this for a moment~”

Your sweet little pleas were music in his ears. You begged him to stop but he insisted on using his tongue to flicker your wet folds.

Your ragged gasps and breaths turned him on instantly.

He could feel your chest rising and falling rapidly while your heart races in per second.

“Are you a virgin, my birthday girl?”

“Mmmmm~! Y-Y-Yes!!! Hannibal! Ah~!”

“Perfect~ I would make sure to hypnotise you and claimed you mine forever~”

“Please Hannibal!~ I beg for your mercy please don’t do this!~ Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah!~ Oh my heavens~!”

A sudden stoic expression across his face as you disobeyed him. The genie hated you and disappointed him. He's not going to let you deny him.

"I shall teach you more lessons with my punishments~ You mustn't defy a genie~ You're my perfect little plaything~ Mine to own... Mine to cherish for eternity~ Fate has finally brought us together~ Say it... Say Daddy from now on..."

"Y-Yes... Daddy!~ Ah!~ I want you to touch me... To feel my every inch of my hot diminutive pussy!~"

"That's my good little girl... Such delicate features you have~ It is like you are an innocent white flower surrounded by the thorns of dark flowers... Waiting for someone to pick~"

He inserted his large index finger into your narrow entrance...

You gasped loudly and rolled your eyes upwards, gazing upon his hazel brown eyes staring down at you intently...

Pupils that got dilated from him showed a sign of love.

Panting heavily while catching your breaths steadily...

He pulled inside and outside from your exterior surface nimbly with a temporary loop.

Every twitch from your thighs rising up and down... Your involuntarily responses... Were stunning in his eyes...

His another thumb encircled your waist and boobs simultaneously trying to ease you...

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Yandere! Hannibal Lecter x Mutiple Diagnoses Fem Reader! (Another HC/Headcanon)

Warning: This is my first time writing for female readers with Autism, OCD, social anxiety disorder, and depression(these are my multiple diagnoses). Please forgive any grammatical errors in this fanfic. I also have it, like you girls, so I thought of writing Hannibal as a kind and patient psychiatrist. This inspired me to create comforting content for readers with multiple diagnoses. If you’re not comfortable reading this, I suggest you find something else to read that interests you. Your mental health and rights are valid. If you’re curious and won’t feel depressed or pressured, you came to the right place. This is just the roleplaying section, so please don’t take it too seriously. The following fanfic includes readers who struggle with frustration, depression, anxiety, etc. Hannibal will comfort you(the reader) in various ways. The fanfic may include themes like age difference, size difference, angst, wholesomeness, comfort and yandere behaviours(including manipulation). Female readers should be 18 or above. You can put your OC as your preference. Thank you so much for watching it. The video below didn’t belong to me. For those readers who don't know what his voice sounds like/cannot imagine his voice, you can choose to click the link below to hear it instead of imagining it. In contrast, if you know/can imagine what he sounds like while reading my following fanfic. Good! Then, you can simply ignore it. 😆 It's really up to you. You’re the boss~ I hope this can help your reading experiences better. :D

(Imagine him looking down at you. Lol. You can just ignore Abigail Hobbs' head in your view; maybe you think of her as a stand-in for yourself? This is just a reference.)

When you release your anger all of a sudden in Hannibal's office

Hannibal, as your psychiatrist, will silently observe you and give you plenty of time to express your feelings to him.

He wouldn't judge you based on your tantrum-like actions.

Although he keeps feigning calmness to you, he is genuinely concerned about you.

He is a patient and considerate gentleman who wishes to understand what suddenly triggers your agitation. However, he decides to wait calmly for you to confide in him.

You assume that he might not understand your current feelings about how frustrating to deal with OCD, ASD, depression and social anxiety disorder.

However, through his astute observations. He could tell that you have been through a lot and keep bottling up to yourself in order not to let anyone worry about you or criticize how awkward you are.

You are sick of having these symptoms, not only it angered you but also it makes you prioritize fixing your OCD or other shenanigans that you wished you could end your life easier.

But here’s another problem, you don’t want your family+colleagues+supervisors to be concerned about your disappearance.

Therefore, it is best for you to stay alive and not let the intrusive thoughts conquered over your logical sense.

Extreme OCD problems could affect your daily life and work, making it feel like living in hell.

One of the main problems that you faced was communication skills/ social interactions with anyone due to ASD.

You cannot express your feelings to others/explain things precisely to others when it comes to communication.

Why can’t I talk normally like other normies? Why do I have to deal with ASD? Did I do something wrong to god in my past life? What is wrong with me?!

When you are depressed and have social anxiety disorder

Your family and colleagues are curious about your repetitive patterns, but you feel insecure and worry about their judgments. You choose not to answer and change the topic to prevent further probing.

You are considerate enough to avoid conflicts with them, as explaining your OCD-related actions is draining.

You are adept at concealing others, but you couldn't deceive him.

He is the master of intuition and deduction.

He had been an expert in observing human behavior and emotions for quite some time.

At 48 years old (in this headcanon), he has a keen ability to detect when someone, including you, is masking their true self.

He had been empathetic to comfort you + persuade you not to conceal your feelings from him.

He will always be by your side, ready to listen to you no matter what.

You doubt his mind-reading abilities, yet he seems to see through your mask and knows your thoughts. It's both unsettling and relieving to have someone who understands your struggles.

He's fascinated by your imperfections and sees your multiple diagnoses as making you unique.

After you express your feelings to him, he nods in understanding and lets you finish your sentences.

He's a considerate and compassionate psychiatrist who listens without interrupting.

"Miss Y/N, I want to reassure you that sharing your feelings with me is not a burden or something to be ashamed of. As your psychiatrist, it's my job to support you. I am here to help make your day happier.”

His words were smooth like butter, spreading by a butter knife across the dry surface of a bread. His genuine smile melts your heart. But what if he’s lying? For instance, trying to sugarcoat you?

Once you listened to his encouragement, he saw your feigned smile and your body shook violently. It was a sign of insecurity and discomfort.

He knew that you might doubt that he would be feigning like a gentlemanlike behaviour.

Nonetheless, this is not what he truly thinks of.

He teaches you many techniques to overcome depression and other mental illnesses that you have been diagnosed with. You try them one by one, and it turns out to be better than you expected.

When you don’t understand his analysis based on your behavior or emotions, he stops and simplifies his words to avoid confusion.

He was happy to assist you by breaking down difficult situations into smaller, manageable chunks to explain them one by one.

You fear being judged as an overthinker and being a petite fragile girl. However, it turns out to be the opposite.

He is captivated by your flawless curves, height, and features. Your desire not to be a burden makes him want to embrace you gently and feel a sense of sympathy.

He found you endearing. He wants to be your future boyfriend to guide and protect you from the cruel world. He would eliminate their existence if they ever dared to harm you...

His love language to you

Not only he would provide you personal space and time to recover yourself but also he would do something to sooth you a little bit.

Request permission to sit on his lap as his gentle, veiny hands caress your soft hair. He treats you delicately, as if you were a porcelain doll.

He wouldn’t mind you lying on his broad, muscular chest with his tight suit wrapped around it. He wanted to lift you effortlessly with his strong arms, but he couldn’t. He must wait for the right moment to reveal his true self to you.

He loved seeing you expose your vulnerability and trust in him. The sight of you burying your head in it makes him want to be protective and possessive of you.

Yet he needs to restrain himself from turning into a lustful beast for you. He must put on his gentle facade to appear more professional and less intimidating.

He was your secret admirer and stalker before you became his newest patient.

In his eyes, you are a youthful and beautiful girl, and your voice is music to his ears. He could listen to you for hours, whether in a therapy session or during casual conversation, finding contentment in every moment.

He knows your likes and dislikes from your patient file and notes taken during your therapy sessions.

He would do anything to ensure you feel comfortable sharing your personal experiences with him, even sacrificing himself to protect you. His deepest desire is to keep you by his side forever.

And manipulate you not to hang with other men except him...

They are nothing but to toy with you.

They were worthless.

They know nothing about you…

All they do is to say some sweet nothings to you…

And soon betray you...

Making all the solemn promises to keep you feel secure and safe...

They are all liars and manipulators...

He had met a lot of men who treated girls like you from his past experiences...

It was horrible...

But, Hannibal was different. He had genuinely cared for your mental health and physical health everyday.

Other men? All trash and meaningless...

He would be extremely jealous to see you hang out with them...

It fueled his anger like hot flaming Cheetos.

He would suppress his jealousy of you.

He would do it secretly to get rid of them without your notice…

You might question where were they from your inner thoughts. Why were they suddenly disappeared?

You have shared it with Hannibal. They went missing for some time. He nodded in comprehension and kept letting you vent it out to him. He silently gave you some tissues and let you wipe your tears. To be honest, he had dacryphilia.

Deep down, he felt satisfied with his stealthy strategies to conceal his dirty tricks of burying his victims(the men you have loved/hang out with) in the soil.

He would never tell you until you have eventually discovered the truth behind it.

For now, you shouldn't pry on it further.

What is his dating style?

He is open to anything you desire as long as you enjoy your time together. Ideally, he envisions a classic romance in his Baltimore mansion, where his love for music and art shines through. Picture him in a well-tailored suit, candles on the dinner table, sharing home-cooked meals, playing the piano, sipping red wine, and enjoying intimate moments in his bedroom.

He eagerly anticipates surprising you with gifts that will leave you feeling blessed and amazed. Whether it's buying your favourite items for a date or answering all your questions about himself, he is more than willing to go the extra mile. Your curiosity captivates him, making him feel special and admired. He appreciates your inquisitive nature, viewing it as a sign of your intelligence.