Hey there, hope you're all good! I really love your writing, especially your fic for Hannibal. Would you consider writing a one-shot or hcs for me featuring a romantic yandere hannigram and a female reader, It would be cool if the reader had a gold digger and narcissistic personality due to past trauma, fearing dependence on others due to her abusive childhood. She's career-focused and always looks for rich men who can give her material comfort and stability. I understand if this is not something you are interested in writing, and I apologize for my English as it is not my first language.
Thank you so much!! I really appreciate it. I also want to clarify that I enjoyed writing this. I hope you like it and it met your expectations.
Enjoy.
Love.
TW: mild yandere, manipulation from both sides, childhood trauma represented in adulthood, the english is not my first language.
Since you were a little girl, your mother’s friends always told you how pretty you were. It made you feel good, but nothing could improve your family situation.
You grew up in a neighborhood forgotten by everyone, where the nightly fights between your parents were more frequent than the laughs. Your mother, trapped by financial dependence, silently accepted every insult and blow, while you watched from a dark corner, swearing to yourself you’d never be like her.
You couldn’t rely on school supplies or new shoes like most of your classmates. It made them laugh at you for using pencils you found in the lost and found box.
You were still small, but clever enough to reach one conclusion: money was important, and the lack of it only led to suffering and humiliation.
You needed it to gain respect, to stop being someone people would mistreat.
That little innocent girl turned into a teenager who took advantage of boys from other courses to buy things you wanted. With those things, you were able to improve your appearance even more.
But when you started university, the naive hormonal teenagers you used were replaced by rich men – most of them married. But you’d pull away without explanation every time they wanted to take the next step and formalize the relationship.
You were a “gold digger,” yes. But you wouldn’t marry anyone, no matter how rich they were. You couldn’t afford to emotionally depend on anyone. You didn’t want to be like your mother, who continued living under your father’s shadow.
Everything changed when you met HIM. Or rather, THEM.
After ending your last relationship, you needed to remind yourself why you did what you did. You decided to go to the gala, a place filled with wealthy, familiar faces, where you could hunt without much effort. You liked that world; even though you didn’t belong to it, you knew how to move like you did.
You were lucky, you always were. You were the most beautiful woman in the entire gala, and you really caught attention in a good way.
That burgundy dress beautifully accentuated your figure, combined with your confidence and that look you had—it was very alluring.
Will was the first to notice you, his gaze analyzing you as if he wanted to decipher every secret you kept. Hannibal, noticing his interest, let out a slight smile. To them, you were more than attractive; you were a challenge, a new piece in a game both of them dominated.
The game started subtly, as it always did. Hannibal and Will knew how to take control without their prey noticing, and with you, it would be no different. They watched you from afar, measuring your movements, calculating your intentions. You were good at playing with others’ emotions, but they were masters of manipulation.
Hannibal was the first to approach, impeccably dressed. He spoke to you in a soft, refined tone. Will joined soon after, with a smile that hid the intensity behind his blue eyes. They seemed like the perfect balance: Hannibal, the confident, methodical predator, and Will, the mask of vulnerability that disarmed any defense.
They treated you like the most precious gem of the night, their attention intoxicating and constant. And you, used to being the hunter, didn’t realice they had already turned the tables. Every word, every look, every gesture was perfectly calculated to trap you.
That night, when the gala ended, they both offered to take you home. You accepted, playing with the idea of how far you could go with them, but what you didn’t know was that they had already decided they wouldn’t let you go.
In the following days, you saw them more frequently.
Hannibal’s invitations always came with unsettling precision, as if he knew exactly when you needed an escape from the monotony. At every dinner, he offered dishes that not only delighted your palate but made you feel important, special. On the other hand, Will seemed to read your emotions before you could express them, always with a kind word and a look that promised understanding. Each of them, in their own way, was breaking down your defenses without you realizing.
The intensity with which they looked at you, as if you were a possession rather than a person, began to overwhelm you. More than once, you’d found them talking in whispers, exchanging looks that seemed to hold secrets you couldn’t decipher. But you assumed they were just planning some gift for you; you had mentioned a specific car model recently.
You weren’t stupid; you knew something was going on, but you couldn’t deny how much you liked the attention. Hannibal and Will gave you everything you had always wanted: security, admiration, luxury… even a kind of stability you had never experienced.
However, the true nature of their obsession came to light one night when you tried to distance yourself. You started to feel trapped, as if they were closing all your exits. You tried to pull away, inventing excuses and telling them you were studying for your upcoming exams at the university, but they weren’t willing to lose you.
–“Darling, you don’t need to worry about anything”– Hannibal said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. –“Everything you need is here with us.”–
Will, with his apparent sweetness, added –“Yes, darling, we give you everything you want, don’t we?”–
It was then that you realized they weren’t going to let you go. And the worst part was that, even if you wanted to fight, a part of you was enjoying what they offered too much. You had spent your entire life manipulating others, but now, for the first time, you felt the weight of being manipulated.
The problem was that you didn’t know if you wanted to escape… or if deep down, you were already completely theirs.
Despite everything, you chose to stay and have a good night with them. They were so skilled, so experienced, that they left you breathless with pleasure.
You woke up in the middle of the night in the enormous empty bed, so you decided to search for them.
It was bad luck that you entered the basement at the worst possible moment. When you opened the door, the air changed; the metallic smell hit you before your eyes could process the scene. Hannibal, covered in blood, worked with surgical precision on a body. Will, beside him, held a glass of wine, watching you with a calmness that froze your blood.
–“I thought you were asleep, love”– Will spoke.
You were in shock. The body, the calmness of the two men, Hannibal’s blood-stained apron.
Your breath became erratic as your vision blurred. Words died in your throat; all you could do was stand there, frozen, as the weight of reality sank in like a stone in water. Fear was one thing; what you felt now was something deeper, darker.
–“Love…”– Will spoke as he set down his wine glass and walked toward you.
This was too much. The idea that these two people, whom you had started to consider a constant in your life, were so far from the reality you knew filled you with a mix of terror and… something else. Because, even though you hated to admit it, a part of you understood what they were saying. And, worse, a small voice in your head whispered that maybe it wasn’t so bad.
Hannibal removed his apron and approached you, wanting to touch your hands as he always did.
–“Don’t touch me…”– you managed to say, stepping back, though your legs felt like jelly.
Hannibal tilted his head, watching you as if you were an interesting specimen under a microscope. –“Not? Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? Security, stability, the certainty that no one and nothing can touch you. We’ve given you that, and much more. We wouldn’t like to lose you.”
–“We can explain everything, love”– Will added, his tone now almost pleading. –“But we don’t want this to ruin what we have. We couldn’t bear to lose you.”–
You had always been independent, needing no one, proud and beautiful. But since they entered your world, you couldn’t get them out of your head. You loved them. You needed them as much as they needed you.
You had built your life on fierce independence, a shield against the pain of depending on someone else. But now, that shield felt fragile. Hannibal and Will had accomplished something no one else had: they broke you. You didn’t know if it was love, obsession, or just need, but you couldn’t deny that without them, the emptiness would be unbearable.
