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Hannibal x F!OC

His Amuse-Bouche

Chapter 4: Me And The Devil

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Beth is trying to fight her growing feelings towards Hannibal.

Word count: 1.3k

Thank u Kris for beta reading <3 Luv u <3

TW: THIS IS A HORROR FANFIC. MAJOR DEAD DOVE. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ARE LISTED IN EACH CHAPTER, BUT THEY CAN SPOIL THE STORY, SO IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY THE HORROR AS BEST AS YOU CAN, GO STRAIGHT TO THE STORY.

SPECIFIC TRIGGERS: Mental health issues (depression, ptsd, anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks and dissociating), distressing impulsive thoughts, sexual tension, sexual themes, masturbation, fingering, horror, gore, cannibalism, vore, bad parenting, rough language, violence, light emetophobia.

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Someone bangs the door aggressively. I look at mom confused. It is late and we are laying on the couch watching The Bachelor. “Are we expecting someone?” I whisper. “I don't think so?” she replies quietly. Another loud bang. Mom pauses the show, stands up and goes into the bedroom. “Honey, wake up. Are you expecting someone?” I hear her ask my stepdad. I stand up and tiptoe to the front door. “Open up, Beth. I know you are there I just want to talk” I hear my dad mutter behind the door. I open it slowly and look at him. He looks like he's been crying, which is something I have never seen him do before. “I will never forgive you for how you treated me, Beth” he says with eerie calmness before suddenly knocking me out cold

a gentle knock at the door stirred me away from my own thoughts. “Come in” I muttered while trying to find the spot I was reading perhaps a few minutes ago before my own thoughts swallowed me away.

He came inside holding a box. “I have a gift for you” he smiled and placed the box next to me. “Thank you…Hannibal” I smiled slightly. He likes when you call him by his first name, Beth. Stay calm. I started to open the box. Inside under a ton of silk paper was a dark red satin gown. I looked at it in awe as he leaned closer and murmured softly into my ear: “would you wear this tonight?”. A vicious bolt of excitement shooted down my spine and I had to bite my lip to distract myself from the burn that had woken up once again between my legs. Fuck. Focus, Beth. He will do anything to manipulate you into thinking he’d actually care about you. I looked at him and nodded, smiling. 

My eyes hurt from crying. I looked at myself from the mirror. Gods. It had been at least nine days since I came to Dr. Lecter’s house. Doctor Hannibal Lecter. Oh how that devilish smile made my core shiver- I shook my head. I looked at the door and listened closely for a moment. Silence. Maybe if I just released the tension a tiny bit…

My fingers caressed their way down from my neck down to my thighs. Him touching me this way- I slipped a hand inside my dress finding my core wet and wanting. A soft moan escaped my lips as I started massaging my clit slowly. Him. It felt so wrong but oh so right at the same time. His lips caressing mine while his fingers know how to touch me just like this. My other hand joined the first. Him kissing his way down my body. Two fingers slipped inside the heat. His mouth starting to eat me- I had to stop.

I looked at myself in the mirror. This was fucked up. I bit my lip to distract myself from the thoughts. This man cut my leg off and FED IT TO ME. I shook my head and looked down at my legs. I could swear my left pinky toe was itching. Great. Now I am losing it for good. Sighing my eyes darted up the dress. It was perfect on me. The way it complimented my figure and my breasts, leaving just the right amount of cleavage for a classic look. 

I touched my neck lightly. He would put his lips right here, and he’d tell me how delectable I looked. There it was again. The want. It had taken a backseat during everything. But now it was growing day by day. Every look, every smile, every little touch sent shivers down my spine. I had to calm it down, otherwise I could fail tonight and let him do anything to me. My hand snaked its way between my thighs again. Fuck. Yes. I moaned quietly. My fingers drew tight circles around my clit while my other hand pushed two fingers inside. It was easy, as I was ready for them. I closed my eyes and bit my lip not to moan louder. Him eating me out- oh I was so close. A flash of him eating my leg savouring the taste and sipping wine flashed through my eyes and I stumbled into an aggressive climax. My mouth opened wide as I fucked myself through the most perfect orgasm I’ve had in a while.

Catching my breath I cleaned myself out with a tissue. Someone knocked at the door making me almost jump up. “C-come in” I blurted out and quickly checked from the mirror if I looked like I had just orgasmed. Maybe he wouldn't notice. The door opened and he walked in wearing a dark blue tuxedo. He looked handsome. I turned around and smiled, still catching my breath a bit. “You look…delectable” he smiled. I couldn't help but blush. Fuck I was already failing miserably.

He took me to his living room. Classical music played quietly in the dimly illuminated room. “Are you familiar with Bach’s work?” he asked. I shook my head smiling slightly. He smiled and added volume. “Johann Sebastian Bach was a German composer and musician during baroque. This is his most famous work, Mass in B Minor-” he explained while closing the distance between us. “-did you know music can alter how you feel, even how you taste?” he smiled. I looked into his eyes. He looked into mine. I placed my hand on his cheek. No no NO! Don’t do it Beth. If you do it now, you will NEVER be able to resist again. “Can you feel the music, Beth? Can you feel the longing, the wanting?” he whispered against my lips. I closed my eyes and smiled. My hand on his cheek moved behind his neck and I pulled him against my lips kissing him. The kiss was soft. 

He pulled away and looked at me. I looked at him a bit confused. Then he pulled back into my lips kissing me deeply. A soft moan escaped my lips as we kissed each other. His hands gripped my back and my hair softly. Our breathing quickened as our kissing became more intense. How was he so perfect with every move?! I slowly took his hand and started to guide it lower on my body. My core was aching so bad I was sure I would die if he wouldn't touch me. I want him. As soon as his fingers met my heat, I moaned loudly, gripping his hair. He stopped kissing me and for the first time ever, in the dim light, he looked at me like he was not sure of his actions. I smiled slightly, nodding to signal him to keep on going. Then the music stopped. His hands pulled away from my body and he stood up. “You should rest” he said with a weird tone. I breathed out and looked away. “Yes. Good night, Dr. Lecter” I muttered and went to my own bedroom. 

I wake up from the floor. The front door is open. The house is quiet. I hold my head while standing up slowly and walk into the living room. Then I see the blood. It is everywhere. The dark sticky substance has covered half of the room. My feet touch the rug that is soaking wet. Cold fear coats my every nerve ending making feeling and movement a struggle. The air smells like iron and sweat. My stomach makes a turn twice and I cover my mouth to prevent throwing up, as if it would help at all. 

After struggling with getting myself ready for bed I finally layed down and looked at the ceiling. What the fuck just happened? I closed my eyes and fell asleep trying to figure out what this encounter would mean in the future.

The bedroom is dark, but I don’t need lights to see that the bed is coated in black. In the middle lies my mother and stepdad in a dark tangled clump. In the corner of the room lies my father. My mouth opens into a silent scream as I hear the sirens coming close.

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Hannibal x F!OC

His Amuse-Bouche

Chapter 2: Eat Your Young

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Beth finally wakes up, and Dr. Lecter has an interesting suggestion for her...

Word count: 1.3k

Thank you once again Ziggy and my baby Kris for beta reading <3

TW: THIS IS A HORROR FANFIC. MAJOR DEAD DOVE. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ARE LISTED, BUT THEY CAN SPOIL THE STORY, SO IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY THE HORROR AS BEST AS YOU CAN, GO STRAIGHT TO THE STORY.

SPECIFIC TRIGGERS: Mental health issues (depression, ptsd, anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks and dissociating), distressing impulsive thoughts, sexual tension, sexual themes, horror, gore, cannibalism, bad parenting, rough language, violence, drugs, spiked drinks, alcohol, light emetophobia.

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I wake up from the floor. The front door is open. The house is quiet. I hold my head while standing up slowly and walk into the living room. Then I see the blood. It is everywhere. The dark sticky substance has covered half of the room. My feet touch the rug that is soaking wet. Cold fear coats my every nerve ending making feeling and movement a struggle. The air smells like iron and sweat. My stomach makes a turn twice and I cover my mouth to prevent throwing up, as if it would help at all. 

I woke up slowly to the scent of food. For a moment I gathered my thoughts and took in my surroundings. I lie on a bed covered with a luxurious duvet. Panicking, I threw the duvet away and sighed in relief because I had my clothes on. I inhaled deeply. The scent made my mouth water. It was intoxicatingly delicious. I got once again lost in my thoughts until I heard the door open. I looked up and there he was. Doctor Lecter. He was wearing an ox blood red pants, matching vest, cream coloured blouse and a dark blue tie. I stared at him with the same feelings coming back into my body. Fear and lust. Weirdly shameful too. 

“Good, you are awake.” he smiled slightly and walked slowly closer to the bed. He handed me a glass and continued “it is just water, I can assure you that. I don't want you to miss the feast I’ve prepared for us”. I took the glass and gulped it down eagerly. I hadn't even noticed how starved and thirsty I had become. “Thank you” I nodded and handed the glass back. He took it and turned around. “Follow me” he said calmly and started walking out of the room. I got out of the bed and followed him. 

He led me to the dining room. The table was neatly set and ready. I sat down and looked at him. He sat down, took a deep breath, eyes closed and then took the utensils into each hand. “Today we are having slow cooked rabbit cacciatore paired with a ligh gamay. Enjoy'' he added with a pleased smile and started eating. I watched him for a moment and started slowly eating. As soon as the tender meat met my tongue, I was lost. The food tasted exquisite and I couldn't help but close my eyes to savor it fully. The rabbit was pure perfection melting on my tongue, salty and full of flavor from different herbs, at least thyme and parsley. I took a sip of the gamay, and a pure bliss filled my body. The light red wine complimented the rich food perfectly. My own body betrayed me, as I heard a soft moan escaping my lips. I opened my eyes wide and looked at the man sitting next to me. He looked at me like nothing out of the ordinary had happened and smiled warmly. “How do you like the food?” he asked softly with the same, dangerously sweet tone he always had. “It is…..it is…..the best food I’ve ever had” I shaked my head in disbelief and looked at him almost confused. 

“Why?” I blurted out. “Why what?” he asked unbothered. He leaned slightly back in his chair raising his brows. I placed my utensils down and looked at him. “Why did you do all this? And why did you...drug me?” I asked. I tried to keep my tone as calm as possible. He cleared his throat and looked at me calmly. “Because you started getting hysterical, a very humane way to react to the situation. I didn't want you to be stressed before your operation. What comes to this dinner, I think it would just be fair to let you enjoy it too” he answered. My stomach dropped and my mouth went dry. “M-my operation?” I stammered. I looked at him in horror as he finished his food and patted the corner of his lip with a napkin. “Yes, your operation. This was your last meal before it, you need to fast for 12 hours so I will perform it tomorrow morning” he stood up and sighed before continuing “I can sedate you now if you think sleep is not an option tonight”. I looked at him in pure fear, unable to answer. He took a small medical syringe from the corner table and looked at me. “Let’s go to the bedroom, shall we?”

The bedroom is dark, but I don’t need lights to see the bed is coated in black. In the middle lies two figures in a dark tangled clump. You couldn’t say which one is which, where an arm changes into a leg and where their heads are. If they even have proper heads anymore. In the corner of the room lies the third figure. My mouth opens into a silent scream as I hear the sirens coming close.

I sat on the bed with my whole body shaking. Dr. Lecter closed the door behind him and came to sit next to me. “Give me your arm and relax your muscles” he ordered but kept a cool and relaxed tone. Tears started to pool down my cheeks as I started to cry helplessly. “Hush, be brave, Beth. Remember what we talked about in our session: you are far braver than your body lets you be” he hushed next to my ear. His breath tickled my soft skin which made my whole body shake even more and tears run down my cheeks. “Have I ever told you you look delicious when you cry, especially during our sessions” he added. I looked at him with weary eyes until I remembered the fridge. My hand flew to cover my mouth to force the rabbit down my esophagus.

He gently stroked my back as I started to do my breathing exercise to keep myself from throwing up. He lifted the medical syringe next to my deltoid muscle, fondling it slowly. “We can make a deal. I am forced to keep you here so you don’t go to the police. But I can help you, Beth. And you can help me” he smiled against my arm and placed a kiss on the soft skin. There it is again. The fear. The want. “H-how could I h-help you?” I breathe out. My skin is burning under his touch and so is my core. “I want your mind,” he whispered. “My…my mind?” I looked at him. “Yes. Your mind. I have grown to enjoy your company, our sessions, Beth. I want you to devote to me, to surrender your mind and let me in. I want to be able to cure you. But most importantly, I want to taste you ” he purred into my ear and inhaled deeply. I felt like my soul had left my body, but not out of fear or dissociation. This was something far stronger. This was pure need . My heart pounded so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest, spilling blood and bits of my skin and intestines along the way all over the beautiful dark velvety indian carpet. I threw my head back and gasped out loud. Then I felt a needle penetrating my muscle. I looked at the man next to me and fell down into the mattress which sank beneath me down, down into the darkness. “Dr…Lecter…” I muttered before my eyes closed. A hand touched my cheek and the darkness whispered into my mind “please, call me Hannibal”.

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Hannibal x F!OC

His Amuse-Bouche

Chapter 9: Exit Music (For A Film)

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Beth meets her destiny

Word Count: 1.3k

NO BETA READER IN THIS PART BC I AM A DUMB BITCH BUT I TRIED MY BEST TO BETA MYSELF

TW: THIS IS A HORROR FANFIC. MAJOR DEAD DOVE. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ARE LISTED IN EACH CHAPTER, BUT THEY CAN SPOIL THE STORY, SO IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY THE HORROR AS BEST AS YOU CAN, GO STRAIGHT TO THE STORY. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS: Mental health issues (depression, ptsd, anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks and dissociating), distressing impulsive thoughts, sexual tension, horror, gore, cannibalism, bad parenting, rough language, violence, drugs, spiked drinks, alcohol, poison.

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“The sun is shining as the cold water hits my tiny feet. I turn back to look at the giggling couple behind me. The woman is sharing her ice cream with the man. They kiss. I cover my eyes and scream. “MOOOOOMMMM!! DAAAAD!!! STOP!!!!!” I run at them and jump into the open arms waiting for me”

I was cooking in the kitchen while listening to music. I heard the door open and close. Show time. I was cutting the vegetables as I felt his hands wrap around me from behind. I felt him inhale my scent. “Bach’s Prelude in C Minor?” he muttered. I tried to keep myself from smirking. “What about it?” I asked nonchalantly. I felt his grip tighten just a tiny bit before he moved his hands to caress my neck and waist. He knows I am up to something. “What are you cooking?” he purred into my ear. He knows but he just wants me to say it out loud. “Rabbit stew” I said. I tossed spices, clove, garlic and chili into the stew. He inhaled sharply and tutted his tongue. Keep yourself calm. “So many spices? Haven’t I taught you better, my darling sous chef?” he challenged. I bit my lip. “I think I am catching a flu so I wanted to make it spicier” I shrugged and turned around to face him. “Want to taste? I promise it’s delicious” I batted my eyes and handed him a spoon. He smiled and took the spoon, dipped it into the pot and tasted it while keeping an eye contact with me. “It sure is” he purred. I gave him a quick peck on the lips which he didn’t answer. Breathe.

“So that is your happiest memory?” Dr. Lecter asks me. I smile sadly and nod. “Yes. That is the only time I remember seeing them together. Happy. That is the only time I remember seeing my father sober” I say and sigh. 

Hannibal went to make the table. My heart was racing. I took the zip lock bag from the drawer where I hid it earlier. Zinc Phosphide. Rat poison. I had ground it into a fine powder. This has to work. I tossed a great amount of it on his plate and topped it with the stew mixing it in. It looks normal. It smells normal. I took a deep breath and walked into the dining room pushing the serving trolley, which helped me to keep my balance with the new legs.

There he was. Waiting for me. He had made the table almost as beautiful as the first time we had dinner. I gave him his plate and walked to sit on my seat, setting my plate down from the trolley. He had put music on this time. Chopin's Nocturne in C-sharp minor. He had told me it was a song that reminded him of a prey that is too weak to run away. A prey that is almost too pitiful to eat. A wounded, weak rabbit. Zuiki. “I am no classical music enthusiast, but isn’t Chopin a bit too melancholic for a beautiful romantic dinner like this together, my love? ” I asked, trying not to sound too cold. He smiled back without answering me. He wants to play, huh? Alright. I’ll play along. 

“You loved him?” he asks. I raise a brow. “Of course I did? He was my father?” I say a bit confused. He leans back. “That isn’t something that defines love” he comments. I look down, think for a moment and look back at him. “Then what does?”

I took a sip from my glass and tasted the food. It definitely tasted spicy. I looked at him as he just sat there, fingers interlocked in front of him and staring right at me. He knows. I took a deep breath. “Was it all the spices?” I sighed. He smiled. “No, Beth. It was the fact that you wanted to get caught” he took another sip from his glass. Run. I bolted up and sprinted towards the front door as fast as possible, until after a few steps my whole body felt numb and I dizzily stumbled down hitting the floor. That fucker drugged the wine and I was too stupid to notice.

“Love, Beth, is a primal force. It’s not merely an emotion but a state of exquisite vulnerability. It’s the intertwining of desire and destruction, of consuming and being consumed. To love someone is to see them fully. Flaws, fears, and all. To choose, willingly, to indulge in their essence, to relish in their complexities. It’s an art, a delicate dance between affection and obsession, tenderness and possession. Love is the symphony that orchestrates our deepest desires and our darkest impulses” Hannibal says. I look at him quietly. “Have you ever loved anyone, Dr. Lecter?” I ask. He looks at me in silence. I look down feeling anxiety curl up to a big clump inside me. “I am so so sorry, that was stupid of me to ask” I shake my head. For a moment he looks like he is about to answer something, but he just shakes his head. “No need to apologize”

I woke up slowly. I looked around me to see this wasn’t the room he used to do his so called “work”. This was the dining room. I was back in my own chair, binded, of course. He was sitting across the table in his own seat. I started to chuckle quietly. “I should’ve known. I should’ve known you would do this eventually. You destroy everyone around you. Don't you, Dr. Lecter?” I shook my head and looked at him. He didn’t answer, so I continued. “You left the patient records there on purpose, didn’t you?” I teared up in anger and gripped the bindings. Still no answer. “DIDN’T YOU?? ANSWER ME!!” I screamed. He sighed. “I wanted you to know the truth, but I wasn’t sure how you would react. Now I know, and I can’t say I am not disappointed. I didn’t think you’d fail so badly at killing me” he tutted. I stared at him in silence. I was weak. I couldn’t do it. He got up and walked to me. “I really wanted a future for us” he said with a sad look upon his face. I scoffed, looking at the table. “Maybe, but you always knew it would end this way” I looked at him. He nodded in silence. “I loved you, Bethany” he said. I looked back at him, giving him a sad smile. “I loved you too, Hannibal” I answered. “It’s quite funny. I thought you could save me, but you ended up killing me in the process” I said, tearing up a bit. “In fact, I thought I could change you by changing myself” I started to cry. He kissed my tear soaked lips softly and inhaled my scent one last time. “I cannot be saved” he whispered.

I was now back in his basement . Here he cut me for the first time. Here he told me he cured me. Now I knew it was all a lie. I wanted to hurt him back. I wanted to hurt him the way he hurt me. To see his blood pool in my skin the way Valentin’s blood did. But I should’ve known the prey can never outsmart the predator. The prey can never become anything else. A Rabbit could only run, even after the predator had cut its legs.

I felt the needle puncture my skin and after a few seconds the sedative started to calm my nerve system down. I can’t wait to see my mother. Before I fell asleep, Hannibal leaned over me to whisper: “I promise you will be the finest amuse-bouche, Bethany”.

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This was the final chapter of His Amuse-Bouche. Thank you SO MUCH for reading my fic <3 I am starting to write the next one, but it won't be Hannibal fic! I still hope you will stick around and see what I do next <3

If you want me to write a oneshot of Hannibal, I have my question box open for ideas and requests!!!!

Thank you for being on this jorney w me <3

Kisses, Pearl <3

[itsthatpearl]

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Hannibal x F!OC

His Amuse-Bouche

Chapter 8: I Spit On Your Grave

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Bethany makes a shocking discovery

Word Count: 1.2k

NO BETA READER IN THIS PART BC I AM A DUMB BITCH BUT I TRIED MY BEST TO BETA MYSELF

TW: THIS IS A HORROR FANFIC. MAJOR DEAD DOVE. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ARE LISTED IN EACH CHAPTER, BUT THEY CAN SPOIL THE STORY, SO IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY THE HORROR AS BEST AS YOU CAN, GO STRAIGHT TO THE STORY.

SPESIFIC TRIGGERS: Mental health issues (depression, ptsd, anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks and dissociating), unethical relationships, distressing impulsive thoughts, sexual tension, sexual themes, sex, vague talk about bodyfluids, horror, gore, cannibalism, vore, death, rough language, violence, forced surgeries, forced amputation, alcohol, needles, forced injections, light emetophobia,

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“And then you add the wine” he smiled as he guided me with the cooking. He stood behind me holding me close while I prepared our dinner: “Joues de Boeuf Braisées au Vin Rouge” which meant braised cheek in red wine, in this case, a full-bodied Cabernet Sauvignon. “Can you cut the vegetables?” I asked the man behind me. He kissed my cheek and inhaled my scent slowly. “Ordering me around my own kitchen now, are we?” he purred into my ear. I bit my lip, closing my eyes and tilted my head back. “Yes, and now you are disturbing me, which can lead to the food burning” I smiled, eyes still closed. He kissed my neck softly and I could swear I felt his lips curl upwards into a grin. “We can’t have that, my dear sous chef. If you burn the food, I might have to punish you” he muttered and nipped my ear. I gasped loudly as my hand flew to grip his hair behind me. “Dr. Lecter, I am too delicate for such words” I smirked, opening my eyes and looking at the stove in front of me. “You know I don’t want to burn these cheeks. They came from a very important cheeky little swine and I would hate if their sacrifice would go to waste” I grin. Hannibal chuckled quietly and nodded. “As you wish, chef. I will cut the vegetables”

Dinner was hectic. We ate quickly and ended up in the bedroom even quicker. After a few minutes of stumbling onto the bed while taking off our clothes I has laying fully naked under his lips. “Desert is served” he muttered and kissed my earlobe. I bit my lip and moaned loudly. “W-what are we having, my love?” I smirked. His lips started wandering down my body stopping to lick my nipple. “Tonight we are having a delicate tiramisu, each layer a revelation of sweetness and texture, leaving a lingering richness on the palate that invites further exploration of every element” he smirked and nipped the nipple before going further down to kiss my stomach. I opened my mouth gasping for air. “Dr. Lecter, I didn’t know you could talk like that” I grinned back. 

He lowered down my body once again and answered with a soft kiss right over the sensitive bud of nerves between my legs. I threw my head back. Fuck. He was just so good at it. Each swirl of his tongue, each push of his fingers, each move took me closer and closer becoming undone. I gripped his hair as he licked, sucked and fucked me. My heart started to beat louder as I felt the burning become sweeter. Silent gasping and whimpering evolved into desperate cries. “Please, please, please, oh gods ” I cried out. He smiled into my soft flesh. “I got you, Bethany” he whispered. With a loud moan I climaxed gripping his already sweaty hair. I felt the gush of fluids coat his face as he calmed his moves down. 

This was followed with sensational lovemaking, me coming a few more times and his desperate and needy thrusting ending in a beautiful mutual orgasm that left us both too tired to move from the sweaty pool we had made the bed. Hannibal held me close as I kissed his chest, eyes closed almost asleep already. “I have an appointment tomorrow and I need to leave early in the morning. I will be gone until dinner time” he muttered. I smiled and lifted my head from his chest to look at him. “I will cook dinner then” I muttered and gave him a slow kiss. After a short make-out we both fell asleep listening to each other's heartbeats.

I woke up slowly. I looked at the clock groaning. Hannibal had left for an appointment with a patient an hour ago. I ate breakfast in silence, which worked for me. I wasn't a morning person and wanted to just get over with the routine. I was getting used to my new legs and walked stiffly around the house with a cane. I went inside his study, as it was my favorite place in his house. It was peacefully furnished full of dark colored velvet and ebony. I sat behind his desk. Patient records. Neatly laid down full on display. Is mine here too? I carefully started to go through the pile. Bethany Rivers. Bingo . I opened the file. Shit. Did I really talk about these things like that? I don’t remember I was in this bad condition… I read through the file re-living the moments I had talked about. Okay enough. Back to the pile you go, I am no longer this person. I looked back at the pile and stopped everything.

Ethan Rivers . The file said “Ethan Rivers” in big letters. With shaky hands I took the file and opened it. And there he was. Looking right back at me. My father. It had been so long since I saw his face. Why the FUCK does Hannibal have a file of him here? I opened the first page. 

“Ethan Rivers, a 45-year-old male. Patient presents with a pronounced and chronic pattern of behaviors consistent with psychopathy. His psychological profile is characterized by the following: lack of empathy and remorse, manipulative and deceptive behavior, grandiose sense of self-worth, impulsivity and irresponsibility, persistent antisocial behavior. Conclusion : patient embodies the quintessential traits of a psychopath. His lack of empathy, manipulative tendencies, and persistent antisocial behavior make him a dangerous individual. His interactions are marked by superficial charm, but underneath lies a predatory nature that seeks to exploit and dominate. Constant vigilance and appropriate interventions are recommended to mitigate the risks he poses to society.”

I looked at the diagnosis in shock. Why didn’t Hannibal tell me he treated my father? I continued his patient diary. It was full of my father talking about himself. Obviously. That fucker never asked how I was. It was always about his cars, his friends, his life. 

Then suddenly my mouth hangs open. “ The patient has responded positively to neurotoxin treatment, with pronounced hallucinations. He believes that killing his ex-wife and her husband is necessary to alleviate his suffering. After carefully assessing Ethan's responses to our sessions, it's evident that my influence has successfully redirected his motivations. He now exhibits a compelling drive towards achieving goals that align more closely with my own interests. This transformation underscores the efficacy of our therapeutic approach and reinforces the depth of trust Ethan has placed in me."

He manipulated my father into killing my mother and stepdad. I flip the pages to see the last one:

"Having successfully integrated Ethan into our therapeutic journey, I now have the opportunity to extend my influence to Bethany, his daughter. With Ethan and others no longer in her life, Bethany's vulnerability becomes a canvas for my endeavors. She has ignited a fascination within me. I have already talked about her psychiatrist, Dr. Mixer. If all goes well, Bethany will be my patient at the end of this month."

The text was written the day it all happened. I had been in therapy with Dr. Mixter for my anxiety. Later that night I would be utterly alone after my father kills my parents, and later that month Hannibal would become my psychiatrist. He did all this to get me to be his patient. He manipulated me into thinking I was cured. I looked at my legs and felt rage starting to storm inside me. This was not “a cure”. He ruined my life. He ended my life.

And I would end his.

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NOTE:

I myself am not a professional and tried to get facts checked as best I could. My own father has ASPD so I see him alot in Beth's father but wanted to make it obvious Hannibal made Ethan worse and manipulated him. REMEMBER THAT PEOPLE WITH ASPD/OTHER SIMILAR DISORDERS ARE NORMAL AND NOT AUTOMATICALLY MURDERERS!!! THIS IS A HORROR FIC SO IT IS DRAMATICAL!!!!

I don't want to spread false knowlege so this is just the "hollywood horror" -style diagnosis shit.

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Hannibal x F!OC

His Amuse-Bouche

Chapter 3: Sugar

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Beth wakes up to another horrendous nightmare...

Word count: 1.1k

Thank u babe for reading this on our 4th year anniversary LMAO <3

TW: THIS IS A HORROR FANFIC. MAJOR DEAD DOVE. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ARE LISTED IN EACH CHAPTER, BUT THEY CAN SPOIL THE STORY, SO IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY THE HORROR AS BEST AS YOU CAN, GO STRAIGHT TO THE STORY.

SPESIFIC TRIGGERS: Mental health issues (depression, ptsd, anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks and dissociating), unethical relationships, horror, gore, cannibalism, vore, rough language, violence, forced surgeries, forced amputation, alcohol, needles, light emetophobia.

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“I hit your mother once. I was taking you back to her and at the door she told me she’d never let us see each other again. So I slapped her right across her face!” he chuckles. I look at him scared to say anything. “Do you believe me? That I hit your mother?” he continues. I nod slowly. “Good. She has always tried to keep me away from you. But you know I love you, right? I love you so much, Beth” he says and takes a big long gulps from the wine bottle.

The sun shone into the bedroom through a little slit between the curtains. I opened my eyes slowly, already feeling sick and tired. The bedroom looked peaceful and the air smelled like food, which might easily be just what his house always smelled like. My mouth started to water from the pure thought of eating something. I sat up feeling incredibly dizzy. I tried to gather my thoughts for a moment. I was at my psychiatrist's home, sleeping in what I think was his guest bedroom. He drugged me. Then he made me dinner and then…and then…

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to remember anything from last night. Then the door opened and Dr. Lecter walked in. He was wearing a cream colored suit with light blue tie. “Good morning Beth, you slept well” he said. This was not meant as a question. He knew I had slept well. “Yes, Dr. Lecter. I did” I nod as he walks closer to the bed with what looked like a gauze bandage. I looked at him confused as he smiled back and sat on the bed. “Let’s see how you are healing, shall we?” he purred. I looked at him confused as he slowly pulled my blanket off. I was wearing a dark red satin nightgown that definitely wasn’t mine, but fitted me perfectly. As the blanket revealed beyond my torso, I noticed my other leg was wrapped in bandages. I gasped and grabbed the blanket, throwing it away.

“I WILL NEVER COME HERE AGAIN! I DO NOT LOVE YOU!” I scream as loud as I can at his back. He turns around and slaps me across my face. “You will NEVER talk to me like that again” he spits on my face. I hold my cheek as the tears start to run down it. I grab my phone and run outside. I dial the number as fast as I can. I feel my breathing quickening and panic rising up my whole body. “Darling? Is everything okay?” the voice asks as I sob, unable to talk. “M-mom. P-please I need t-to get out of here”.

My left leg was just a stump.

I started to scream as loud as I could. Doctor Lecter took my hand and slowly placed his other hand on my chin, slowly forcing me to look at him. I stopped screaming and just stared at him in shock, crying. “You will need time. Remember our deal?” he said calmly. Why was he always so god damn calm? He let go of my face and I looked back at my leg. This was just a bad dream, Beth. It is not real. He wouldn’t do this. 

“Who are you?” I looked back at him. He looked at me amused like I had told a joke and smiled “I am Dr. Hannibal Lecter, your psychiatrist”. I shook my head. “No. Who are you? I think I deserve to know that” I said, raising my voice. Doctor Lecter started to open the bandage on my leg with soft movements and didn’t even bother to look at me in the eyes. “I am Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Some may know me as the Chesapeake Ripper, but I want you to know me as Hannibal” he took the bandage off checking the amputation he had performed on me. I shook my head. “This can’t be happening” I breahed and looked at the stump as I slowly reached to touch it feeling sick. He watched me closely, smiling. I felt the fresh stitches where I used to have a knee. I started quietly crying and buried my face behind my hands. “You are doing so well, Beth,” he whispered. Softly he wrapped my left leg and placed a kiss on top of my head.

He runs outside and grabs my phone from my hands. I start to cry louder, panicking as he starts to yell at the phone: “THIS IS YOUR FAULT, YOU HAVE RAISED HER TO HATE ME! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS YOU BITCH!!! I WILL MAKE SURE SHE GETS OUT OF MY SIGHT IF THIS LUNACY DOESN’T END QUICK”. He throws the phone at me and storms inside. I can hear things being thrown across the house as I raise the phone to my ear slowly. “M-mom…mom? Are you still there?” I ask quietly. After a short silence a stone cold voice answers: “Beth. You need to calm down and stop acting like that for your own safety”.

I calm down and look at Dr. Lecter. He looks at me smiling slightly and points at a wheelchair next to my bed. “Would you like to have dinner with me?” he hummed. I looked at my left leg silent. Then I looked at him and nodded, smiling and finally answering: “I am starving”. He took me to the dining room. The table was once again made beautifully. He placed me on my seat and sat across the table on his seat. I couldn’t get away even though I tried. It would just be impossible. Now Beth, you need to stay calm and act your best for your own safety.

“Today we have fresh Osso Bucco cooked with herbs, carrot and celery, paired with an organic barolo from Italy. Enjoy.” he announced and started eating. I took a bite and looked at him confused. The meat looked and felt like veal but tasted…like pork. He feasted unbothered as I placed the utensils down. “This is me, isn’t it?” I said trying my best to stay calm even though I could feel the adrenaline rush into my bloodstream. All my calmness left my body. He ate quietly and took a long sip from his wine glass. “ANSWER ME!!” I screamed trying to get up but ended up falling on the floor. I cried slamming my fist onto the floor. Doctor Lecter finished his meal and took a deep breath. Then he stood up, walked up to me slowly. He crouched down and moved hair from my face behind my ear. “You taste exquisite, Beth,” he smiled.

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Hannibal x F!OC

His Amuse-Bouche

Chapter 1: "Run, Rabbit, Run"

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Beth is a young woman struggling with her past. When her mysterious psychiatrist offers to help her, she finds herself in a situation no-one wishes to be in.

Word count: 2k

Thank you Ziggy and my partner Kris for beta reading <3

TW: THIS IS A HORROR FANFIC. MAJOR DEAD DOVE. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ARE LISTED, BUT THEY CAN SPOIL THE STORY, SO IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY THE HORROR AS BEST AS YOU CAN, GO STRAIGHT TO THE STORY.

SPECIFIC TRIGGERS: Mental health issues (depression, ptsd, anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks and dissociating), distressing impulsive thoughts, sexual tension, sexual themes, horror, gore, cannibalism, bad parenting, rough language, violence, drugs, spiked drinks, alcohol, light emetophobia.

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“Are you still with me?” he asked.

I came back from my own world and looked at him. He looked at me with the same face he always does. You couldn't decipher his thoughts. Maybe he was just a good psychiatrist. Maybe he was dangerous for it. His tone was calm but questioning, almost demanding me back to the present. “Yes, forgive me” I chuckled nervously. “Dr. Lecter, I think I need a moment” I muttered with tears starting to gather beneath my eyes. “What happened to you was truly traumatic. It is merely understandable for you to get lost in those memories when we talk about them. Like Ernest Hemingway said; “The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places”. You just need to find what makes you stay strong” he said while staring deep into my eyes. I was too afraid to look back at him. It made me uneasy. There was this weird tension I felt every time our eyes met. I had told myself it was just something my mind created with almost every man I met. Anxiety from being alone with them. Fear of being used. Fear of actually feeling anything especially with men I couldn’t have. Fear of wanting them. Him going down and removing my clothes.

I nodded quickly, took a tissue from the side table and dried my eyes softly while shaking my head. I could still feel my body and mind being on a vacation, but I didn't want him to know I had started dissociating.

“Our time is up, Beth. How do you feel now?” he asked as he always did when our session was done. “I feel good” I said maybe too quickly as I looked at him unable to meet his eyes. “Very well. I’ll see you next week then” he nodded.

I grabbed my jacket and left home as fast as I could. As soon as I got inside my house, I collapsed on the floor. I stared at the wall trying to ground myself.

“THAT’S IT! I AM SICK OF YOU WHINING EVERY FUCKING TIME YOU COME HERE. I AM YOUR FUCKING FATHER, NOT HIM. A PUSSY CAN’T TAKE TWO COCKS AND I AM DAMN SURE IT MINE THAT CREATED YOU SO STOP CALLING HIM YOUR FATHER FROM NOW OR I SWEAR YOU WILL BE SORRY FOR IT.”

I looked at my hand and rubbed each finger slowly looking at the clock. Five hours. It took me five full hours to get through what had felt like a few minutes. I stood up and looked at the door which was still open. I closed it and walked into the kitchen. Fuck. I was actually starting to do it again. I drank a huge glass of water and leaned my back against the counter. My phone buzzed but I didn’t bother to check who had texted me. I opened the fridge to see it full of nothing. I sighed and decided to once again order pizza.

“Stop being a fucking coward. Just jump. It is not so fucking hard. Why do you always have to be such a fucking pussy. You are just like your mother.”

Another nightmare. The sofa was wet from sweat. I groaned and sat up grabbing my phone. I had slept for 20 minutes and it was three in the morning. Sighing I opened the text messages:

*I think I need help*

I turned on the TV and started binge watching The Real Housewives. After four episodes my phone finally buzzed:

*18.00, come to my house, we can have an emergency meeting there*

I stared at the message in silence. His house. Today. I had been Dr. Lecter’s patient for 3 months, and never had he told me he took patients at his house too. I didn’t give it much thought and placed my phone back down. I looked at the time. It was a little over six in the morning. I sighed and continued watching The Real Housewives.

I looked at the ground. The fall was definitely more than three meters. I was shivering. Images of my back and legs breaking flashed through my eyes. I looked back at him. “I don’t know…I don’t think I want to do it” I laughed nervously

I took my jacket and breathed deep. One last look at myself from the mirror. I looked like I hadn’t slept, which made sense. Now I thanked myself for showering yesterday morning, at least I looked like I hadn’t completely lost it. I tried to flash a smile at myself but it made me feel just more insane. I took my phone and keys and left my house.

His house was magnificent. It looked tidy and simple from the outside, just like Dr. Lecter himself too. I knocked at the door sharply at six. I knew he was a punctual person, so I felt it was only polite to be perfectly on time. The door opened revealing Dr. Lecter wearing a dark gray suit. He always looked like he was about to go to a business meeting or a fancy dinner, which made him appear professional. “Good evening, Beth. Please, come in” he smiled and invited me inside. I nodded walking inside as the door closed behind me. I took a coat hanger and hung my jacket politely on the rack. I could already feel the nervousness rising in my body. “Let us talk in the living room, would you like to have something to drink? Perhaps a cup of tea?” he asked. I once again nodded adding “a cup of tea sounds good, thank you”. I walked into the living room as the doctor vanished to the kitchen.

The living room was full of art, a few beautiful chairs and a grand fireplace in the middle of the back wall. It was gray and on the top of it there were photographs in beautiful little frames. Children. One boy and a girl. One had writing on the corner: “Hannibal ir Mischa, Motinos Diena”. There is also a date, but the picture has gone wet at some point from that corner, so I was unable to decipher what it said. “Your tea is ready” I heard behind me. I turned around quickly, blushing. “I am so sorry, I was being nosy” I shake my head and walk to sit down on a chair that is facing him. “It is alright, it is a normal human reaction to start wandering around a new place” he said nonchalantly and handed me a cup. I took it nodding slowly and raised the cup on my lips. It smelled like chamomile. I blew carefully into the cup and took a sip. It was a perfect temperature, which took me by surprise. I was used to burning my tongue with tea, then placing it down and forgetting it until it was cold. But not this time, it was simply ready to be consumed.

“Have you started to see the nightmares again?” he asked, leaning slightly back in his chair. I took a sip out of my cup and placed it down. Fucking hell. How did he know I was here because of that? “Yes. It is the same one. I wake up from the floor and see the door is wide open. Then I walk to the living room and…I see the blood” I stop and look at the fireplace. The fire is dancing gracefully on top of the three logs licking them up and down. I started to actually be consumed by the sight. The fire ate out the wood destroying everything and burning it down. What if he wants to lick me out just like that fire licks the wood- no no NO. Now was not the time for thoughts like this. I shaked my head and tried to get rid of the image I had painted. It was not easy, as my body had already responded with a need for something more than just talking. “And your parents are there, in the bedroom, as always?” I heard him ask. I looked at him and blinked a few times. “Yes. As always. As they were” I nodded. For a moment he looked at me almost like he was entertained, but it disappeared as quick as he opened his mouth. “I see. I think you should see me twice per week now if your condition is taking a worse turn. And I can give you a prescription for a good sleep medication. The same one you had last time” he says and looked at my hand holding the tea cup. I could see he noticed the small indurations my palms had started to form from squeezing my nails into them. I quickly drank down the cup and placed it down covering my palms with my sleeves. “Can I use the bathroom, please?” I asked while looking at the floor ashamed. “Yes, down the hall” he nodded as I stood up and quickly walked out of the living room.

I squeezed my nails into my palms once again and opened the first door I could see. It was dark inside, and I reached out for a light switch. As the light turned on, I could see that this room was not, in fact, a toilet. It was a cleaning closet. The shelves were stacked with bleach, hydrogen peroxide, stacks of single use gloves, and other cleaning supplies. If I knew better, I would’ve said this was a cleaning closet of a serial killer. I closed the door quietly and looked at the other doors. Then I noticed one of them was slightly ajar. I opened it fully to see the bathroom. I went inside and closed the door, locking it. I sat down on the toilet, buried my head into my hands and sighed. When did my head start to feel this heavy?

“If you don’t jump now, I will leave you here. I am sick and tired of you acting this way” he spitted out. I looked at him and shaked my head in silence. “Fine. You know what, I think you can get down by yourself then” he said before jumping down. He walked inside slamming the door behind him. It has started to become dark and there I was. Alone on the roof of the house. And it had just started to snow again.

After I was done I left the bathroom quietly. I walked back to the living room to see it was empty. Maybe Dr. Lecter had gone to the kitchen. I walked to the direction he had vanished earlier to make my tea. The kitchen was tidy, but it was still full. Everything was neatly placed, but I could see he had been in the middle of cooking when I came. Vegetables were cut, everything was ready to be cooked. There was a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Other one was half full, the other empty and untouched. Was he waiting for someone? And why did my head feel so heavy but light at the same time? Was the lack of sleep finally starting to affect me? I almost lost my balance and placed my hand on the counter to steady myself. I needed something with sugar, I hadn’t actually eaten anything the whole day. Maybe Dr. Lecter had juice or anything consumable in his fridge. I couldn’t even think straight anymore. I had to get something into my system. Fighting to keep my eyes closed I staggered closer to the fridge and opened it. I opened my eyes wide in horror. There was a hand wrapped in plastic foil next to the juice. “Viande découpée, I am curing it for tomorrow” a familiar voice purred behind me. “A-are you…do you…..?” I tried to say something but nothing came out of my mouth. The room started spinning and he placed his hand on my cheek and tutted “Shh. Calm down, zuiki. You will be alright”. I collapsed on the floor and fought to keep my eyes open. Last thing I could see was him hovering over me and closing my eyes with a pleased smile on his face. Then everything went black.

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Dawn of Love

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Aura falls in love with her companion, a rogue with a troubled past. How can two broken souls find love and safety while the world crumbles around them.

Chapter 1: Farewell Wanderlust

Chapter 2: Destroy Everything You Touch

Chapter 3: First Light

Chapter 4: Take Me Back To Eden

Chapter 5: The Summoning

Chapter 6: Empire Now

Chapter 7: Ascensionism

Chapter 8: Dust To Dust

Chapter 9: LET THE WORLD BURN

Chapter 10: (TBA)

Hannibal:

His Amuse-Bouche

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Word count: 12k

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Beth is a young woman struggling with her past. When her mysterious psychiatrist offers to help her, she finds herself in a situation no-one wishes to be in.

Chapter 1: Run, Rabbit, Run

Chapter 2: Eat Your Young

Chapter 3: Sugar

Chapter 4: Me and The Devil

Chapter 5: Body

Chapter 6: Closer

Chapter 7: Who Is She

Chapter 8: I Spit On Your Grave

Chapert 9: Exit Music (For A Film)