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⠀C H A N N E L 0 8 ─ an independent, private and selective canon multimuse. Muses include, but are not limited to: Nikki Freeman (Obsession), Jean-Luc Picard (TNG and Picard), Kaz Brekker (Six of Crows). Wished to life by Liminal. (40+. she/her). 25 +. No ai. Mature and dark themes present. Dead Dove, Do Not Eat.

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[academic-vampire]

𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶

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Celeste didn’t look away from the photographs once Hannibal began speaking. Not even when the waitress set their food down. The diner around them had already faded into something irrelevant. What mattered now was the table between them, the scattered evidence, and the way Hannibal was seeing it, because he was seeing it and that pulled her in completely.

“I might have an idea…”

Her posture changed the moment he said it. She leaned forward, elbows coming closer to the edge of the table, eyes sharpening with immediate attention.

“Show me” she said simply.

When he slid the first photograph toward her, she followed his finger without hesitation. The scratch mark on the victim’s stomach had been just another detail in an overfilled report before. Something recorded, catalogued, and filed away under “minor trauma.”

Now it didn’t look minor anymore.

She frowned slightly, her mind was already re-evaluating everything she thought she knew, then he placed the second image beside it.

Her gaze tracked the alignment instantly. Silence stretched for a moment as she absorbed it. Connections forming, old assumptions rearranging themselves.

“Oh...” she breathed.

It wasn’t surprise. It was recognition, like a door she hadn’t noticed before had just been opened.

Celeste leaned even closer, her eyes moving between the two photographs again and again. Her attention was absolute now, completely absorbed. She didn’t notice the waitress lingering nearby, or the hum of conversation behind them, or anything outside the small world they had built on that table.

“That’s… not random” she murmured.

Hannibal’s explanation continued, and she was hanging on his lips, listening to every words he said.

Her pen hovered above her notebook, but she didn’t write yet and then she looked at Hannibal. He was ahead, and he was making sense.

“You noticed that immediately,” she said, not as praise, but as fact. Like she was recalibrating her understanding of him. Her fingers lightly tapped the edge of the photograph again. "How did I not see this...”

Watching the photograph again, she spoke her mind out loud. “What kind of mind does something like this?”

There was no hesitation in her curiosity. No hesitation in being wrong, either. Only the need to understand, to refine the shape of the idea until it made sense. " if it is an alphabet...” she continued, voice lowering, “do you think they're trying to tell us something?"

She paused, pen finally touching her notebook, sketching two small marks and a faint line between them, then she looked up at him again.

"Could it be a map? What do you think it becomes when you extend it further?”

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A map... She’s sweet, in an endearing way that begs Hannibal to toy with her a little, pushing her around and pointing her toward unnecessary leads. She just looks adorable with curious eyes looking up at him as if he has the answer of all mysteries.

“I’m not sure of a map but..” he shrugs one shoulder “doesn’t hurt if we go take a look at the bodies. Or maybe the sight of the crime scene, everything can be a lead right now.” He idly draws the patterns of the cuts on the back of one of papers, a triangle here, a crud circle there.. two, three lines cross passing each other, making a vague shape..

“well, that’s weird.” The waitress says, apparently she hasn’t left their table after placing the orders there. Leaning over Celeste’s shoulder to have a look at Hannibal’s drawing, still chewing the gum.

She raises an eyebrow “I mean.. it can’t be that but it does look like some old thing we learnt back then in school.” And as if she just notices their eyes on her, blushes with a shy smile “sorry!” holding both hands up but still hovering above them “didn’t mean to bother! It’s funny how I even remember that old thing we used to draw in school when teacher taught us Crooked Man’s song.” She looks between the two. Blinking “okay, looks like you both don’t know anything about it!”

Then she reaches for the paper in Hannibal’s hand, grabbing it along with his pen. “here, let me..”

He’d say it’s just a miracle how a simple waitress at the diner solved almost half of the mystery but here she is, dragging the pen here and there while humming a song, casually winks at Celeste once she’s finished, handing her the paper.

“there you go! I know it’s so silly but erm, I guess it’s completing the whole picture better!” without another comment, she turns around after hearing someone calling her name from the kitchen. the red high heels take away the hero in frilly apron like nothing happened.

On the paper, it’s a basic drawing of a kid’s art book. the lines shaping into a vague figure of a man, the circle now is shaped into a cat and the triangle goes for the house, apparently.

[shedahis]

I've watched this series too few times.

[gomusgomus]

new fav character unlocked: the ghoul.

[thefcw]

To hell with God, he was going to be her husband and he was the only one who would care about her purity so it was not like being with him would cancel their marriage. He wouldn’t do that, not when he was looking at her like he was.

Once again her expectations and her knowledge was made null and void when she lost sight of his face between her legs, eyes widening is shock as she felt his lips and tongue in the place she had only once barely graced with a finger once. It felt like sin, an unforgivable pleasure a good obedient woman should never feel.

One hand squeezed into a fist and pressed against her lips and teeth and the other pulled on the thick blanket beneath her. Her face bright red she tried to think straight, not to make a fool of herself in front of him as the feel of his tongue made her body squirm. With his lips and tongue away from her she could finally breathe and look at the count in half daze.

There was nothing for her to say except a nod as a sign of understanding what he was saying, body tensing slightly at the anticipation of what she expected to feel based on what she’d been taught. Filled and spread. She trusted him though and feeling her wetness almost drip she thought she couldn’t be more prepared for him. When he leaned down to kiss her she grabbed him by his arm to hold onto him, a whimpering yell escaping between their lips as he pushed inside of her spreading her. A part of her tried to stop it, muscles in her abdomen pushing against him but he kept going and there was no stopping it.

Whatever pushed against him was giving in as the pain eased although the feeling of fullness and pressure remained but it felt natural. Her body was his to move and use, she didn’t trust herself to make the right moves in bed when in midst of such a delicate situation. Not that she could move with his hold and with him inside of her sensitive core. When she felt his fingers spread her folds it only occurred to her then how big he was and how exposed she was.

Then his words drew her focus away from any discomfort or anxiety there might have been left. It stirred something inside of her, making her hips buck upwards against him and taking more of him inside of her as the thought of giving him children excited her. It’s what she was meant for.

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The room is filled with shameless, beastly grunts and colorful curses in old languages. The bed creaks and shakes on four legs as the Dracula holds the small princess closer, hips rocking back and forth with huffs and groans, drawing out just to slam inside with such a force that sends the girl bouncing on the sheets, breasts swinging around freely. The count leans down to bite down on the delicate skin there again, sucking out the droplets of blood as he picks up the movement, wet sounds filling their room.

“are you close too, my darling?” snaking a hand down to flick and touch her in rush, insistence to bring her to ecstasy before finishing inside of her after.

Their love making  is savage, hunger flames burning his skin and setting his movements on fire. One, two more thrusts and he’s finished with a groan. The hard member twitches, still standing up even after he draws back from his bride. Thin thread of white connecting them to each other…

The count only pauses for a short break before reaching for his bride again, flipping her around to have her pinned to the sheets underneath, already ruined and sticky from their activities..

He growls right by her ear “have you ever touched yourself here, my love?” bringing a hand down between her two white globes, gently rubbing over the small, puckered hole there. Coaxing the princess to spread her legs more.

“sweetheart, darling, my dearest..my delicate rose. I want to deflower you tonight..” the tip of his finger slides in, just coated in their fluids mixed. He sets a fast pace, loving to draw noises from his young lover. His mouth descending on the lovely curve of her shoulder and neck, leaving kisses, nibbling sweetly.

Soon, the count draws his fingers out and away.. only to have her hoisted up and positioned over his lap. The thrust is painfully cruel but the slide of the movement, in and out, takes it all away.

“look at you my dear..” the count draws his bride’s attention to the tall mirror in the corner. “look how you present for us..” his voice hungry, predatory eyes watching her small body bouncing shamelessly. Amidst the air with nothing to hold her up, legs open to display the filled hole, mouth looking delicious painted in red, her skin shining like fresh peach, pick and white blending together, she looks like a painting and she’s his.

Suddenly from the shadows, threads of darkness crawl toward them. The thin hands of an invisible tentacle..

“don’t be afraid, my love. The darkness is a part of me..” the threads crawl toward the bed, snaking up to the top and moving shyly but boldly toward the defenseless girl on the dark lord’s lap.

“their sensation will be my sensation.. their move will be my command..” he grunts. Slamming up while tentacles slowly position themselves in front of the bride’s neglected hole, dripping and ready to_

The thrust is fast and rushed. Like a snake darting in for the prey. Wet and messy, the tentacles drill inside the bride.

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She nudges him, knowing that he said the wrong name. Either way he found himself lost in thoughts trying to have a communication with the receptionist. The noise of the woman and the shaking of the lights made her sigh heavy. She remembers those days and now it's like they are an old married couple and she's too busy longing for something that won't stay up. "Right, thank you.. darling." She adds trying to sound sweet even though her sweetness was bypassed by the moans of harlots in this establishment. Making way down the hallway towards their room she rolls her eyes. "Couldn't Dutch do a better job than this rundown excuse for a hotel?" They head up the stairs and pass a few rooms just to find themselves in a corner spot. She takes the keys from him just to open the door and step inside. It's not, terrible. She makes her way to the bed, sitting on the comfort. "Remember when..." She looks to him and then looks away. Assuming he wouldn't or would rather not. "...Look John I.." No, don't try to apologize or talk about your relationship. "I think it's best we go our own ways. You head out, looking for information and I'll head to the saloon. I'm certain I can find him work." She stands, moving towards a suitcase and popping it open. She's got her old harlot dress, a deep purple. She wore it before Jack, obviously and hopefully she could still fit inside of it hoping all the baby weight has melted off. "We'll meet back here at midnight." Taking control as usual.

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“wait- wait! You.. uhh..” John trailed off once seeing what Abigail pulled out of her suitcase, the frills and laces on the dress still shines even after these years and what a glorious memory it has hidden between its wrinkles, John remembers how lovely Abigail looked back then when they all were young and empty headed outlaws trying to rob people dry.

“I can’t do that.” It takes a moment for him to realize what he just said, looking at his feet with embarrassment. Jesus, she’s the mother of his child yet he can not hold a conversation looking directly in her eyes!

“I can’t just go out and leave you to go and talk to stranger men like that!” he hates how his voice comes out whiny and squeaky, like a child asking after his mama. Ugh!

“I just… I.. I don’t..” he tries to form words, swallowing hard “I don’t want other men to see you like- like this! you’re..” he shakes his head with himself “dammit woman, you’re the mother of my son. I can’t.. I will not allow that! Change into something else!” he feels the heat in his cheeks, the faint tremble in his hands.

“do that, or I’ll never leave this room!” it’s pathetic and childish but you have to understand when a man gets possessive over his woman!

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"Oh hey Andy!"

Celeste's face brightened as she accepted the photographs from him, immediately drawn into the evidence he was presenting. "What did you find?"

She barely noticed his nervousness at first. When it came to cases, her attention had a habit of narrowing until everything else disappeared. The photographs spread between her hands as she studied the cuts he had highlighted. Her expression shifted from curiosity to concentration.

"These weren't included in the preliminary report." She stepped closer to the light.

The marks were small. Precise. A faint crease appeared between her brows, so focused on the pictures.

"If these happened before the fatal wounds, then the interaction lasted longer than we thought."

She looked from one image to another, then at Hannibal. Despite Andy's attitude around her, she was more focused on Hannibal's reaction to the pictures.

"This is really good work, Andy."

She looked up at him with genuine appreciation.

"Seriously. This could change the timeline completely."

The praise was sincere. Andy had always been thorough, even when others overlooked him. He looked very please with the praise, smiling wider at Celeste, proud.

Then his question came.

The coffee. For a brief moment, surprise crossed her face.

She had forgotten..The investigation had consumed every spare second she had.

Andy had asked her days ago, and between the investigation, paperwork, and far too many late nights at the precinct, she'd never properly answered him.

Immediately, guilt flickered across her face.

"Andy..."

Her gaze drifted on Hannibal then Andy who was looking at her with expectations. A faint blush touched her cheeks.

"I actually just agreed to have lunch with Dr. Lecter after we're finished here."

She glanced briefly toward Hannibal once more, a shy smile threatening at the corner of her lips before she turned back to Andy. "maybe some other time?"

There was no false hope in the offer. She wasn’t flirting or anything, just being kind.

The moment Celeste mentioned lunch with Dr. Lecter, something flickered across Andy's face. His eyes moved to Hannibal, jaw tightening. It wasn’t fair. Hannibal had been here for what? A few hours? His gaze lingered longer than it should have.

"Right." A nervous laugh escaped him and he looked back at Celeste. The irritation melted almost instantly because she was looking at him with that same gentle, apologetic expression, trying so hard not to hurt his feelings.

God. That somehow made it worse.

"No, it's okay. Some other time" He forced a smile, wondering what exactly the doctor had said—or done—to earn that smile from her.

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“I might have an idea..”

Says Hannibal after finishing the first cup of coffee, the waitress fills it again as she’s passing by their table, chewing on the gum loudly. The diner is bathed in sunlight and not much people are hanging around, perfect place, quiet.

“see..” he pushes one of crime scenes pictures toward Celeste, leaning in with elbows on the old, plastic table. “the mark here.” One long finger is placed on a scratch mark on victim’s stomach that Andy earlier claimed to be a razor cut. “might look random, out of nowhere when you look at it without seeing the ‘details’” the steel blue eyes leaving the gore polaroid to land on Celeste’s freckled face “but when we put two of these together..” he picks the second picture that Andy had drawn a bright green circle around the mark to bold it, showing victim’s elbow, placing it by the first one.

“here, there’s some kind of vertical line that can be connected to..” he drags finger to the first picture “to this.. you see what I mean? A whole bigger mark, like stars.” He hums with himself, rubbing at his chin idly “the pattern is repeated here too, I think it might be some kind of alphabet. What do you say?”

The waitress approaches their table once again, their orders steaming on her small tray.

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For a moment, Celeste forgot about the case. Forgot about the victims pinned to the board behind her, the endless paperwork on her desk, the fluorescent lights that never seemed to turn off in this building.

She was suddenly, painfully aware of the hand resting over hers.

The touch was light. Gentle.

For most people, this would have been meaningless. Barely worth noticing. For Celeste, touch had always meant something else entirely. Pain.

Cuts. Burns. Fractures. Grief.

Every time she used her abilities, touch became a bridge. A burden willingly carried. Someone else's suffering flowing through her body until it became her own.

It was worth it, but it meant she'd long ago stopped thinking of touch as something simple.

Then Boschert's voice crashed through the moment.

Celeste blinked and looked toward the doorway, immediately grateful for the interruption and oddly disappointed by it at the same time.

"Andy?" she repeated, pushing herself back into professional mode. "If he's asking for me directly, then he found something."

She felt a little uneasy at the comment. It wasn’t the first time, nor the last that he made little comments like this. She was used to it.

Her gaze dropped briefly to where Hannibal's hand still rested near hers. She could feel warmth lingering beneath her skin, and she hated how obvious it suddenly felt.

Get a grip, Celeste. You met him this morning.

A shy smile tugged at her lips. "Looks like lunch will have to wait."

There was an odd softness in her voice. Not disappointment exactly but anticipation. For the first time in a very long time, she had experienced touch without pain following close behind and she wasn't entirely sure what to do with that feeling. Part of her wanted to hold onto it a little longer.

"Let's go see what Andy found" she stood and reached for her notebook, then, after a brief hesitation. "And afterward... I'd still like to go to that diner."

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‘Andy’ pretty much turned to be what Hannibal expected and he found himself- not shockingly- that he pretty much hates this guy already who, once seeing his work partner, gasped delightfully as if he didn’t just ask for her directly.

“Celeste!! Hey!!” a little shorter than Hannibal with eyes like a mouse, he knows looks like that. Pretending to be innocent while they hear and see every single one of your secrets, his smell too, not cologne but some deodorant that tastes metallic and wooden at the same time under his tongue, mixed with sweat smell- and the way he keeps fidgeting around Celeste, pushing his glasses up then the next moment he’s pinching the handle to slide it forward, combing hand through his gel-coated hair. He didn’t miss the subtle spasm of his fingers as if he’s itching to touch the young detective.

“r-remember the second victim was murdered by some sharp weapon? I-I think it’s not a ‘weapon’ but simply a switch blade! Or- or something medical like what surgeons use! Here!” he holds up some pictures for Celeste “see? Small cuts here aaand..here. like killer got into a- uh- a brawl with her before killing her? he- he did finish the job with something big, but my guess is they were using small things on the victim! B-before they um- they kill her!”

Then, as if just noticed Hannibal’s present, he eyes him up and down with the obvious disinterest hiding behind the curiosity mask. “and you must be her new partner!”

‘her’, hm. Like him and Celeste are in the same team.

“pleasure to meet you, I’m doctor Lecter, here to help with the case.” He doesn’t extend hand to shake the guy’s already raised one which he drops awkwardly after looking at Celeste with a nervous laugh.

“I thought..”

But whatever he wanted to tell, vanishes in the air between them.

“n-never mind! Um.. you should have a look at these files too!” he hands one to Hannibal carelessly then draws his attention right back to the lady in the room.

“so! H-how’s the work?” he tugs on his already loose tie, Hannibal pretend busy with thumbing through the files while watching those two from the corner of his eyes. The guy’s really trying everything to attract Celeste.

“did- did you think about my offer too?” offer? That’s interesting. “about..letting me take you out for a coffee?” the guy really has a bad timing or maybe he’s just unlucky.   

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When he placed the coffee on her desk, she felt a genuine flutter of gratitude. Most people in this precinct treated her like a glorified filing clerk because of her age; to have someone treat her with such refined courtesy felt... different.

"Thank you, Dr. Lecter. Truly," she said, her voice softening as she reached for the cup. She took a sip, the warmth grounding her. "And please, call me Celeste."

When his fingers brushed her shirt, a touch so light it could have been accidental, yet so deliberate it felt intentional, a tiny, electric jolt went through her. She felt the heat of him and she didn’t mind it one bit. Hannibal was quite handsome and from what she's been told, a brilliant mind. What wasnot to like?

She turned her chair slightly toward him, her eyes sparkling with the excitement of a new collaborator. "My family roots are actually quite scattered, but the name is a legacy from my grandmother's side," she explained

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, mindful of the officers passing by.

"You're right. The lack of transparency is... frustrating. But if we can't see the full picture, we have to build the pieces ourselves." She pointed to the board, her finger hovering over a Polaroid of the second victim. "The second case is the key, Dr. Lecter. The killer didn't just strike; they performe. It wasn't just about the kill; it was about the ritual."

Celeste leaned back, running a hand through her hair, the gesture revealing exhaustion beneath her enthusiasm. "Three victims, four months. If we're lucky, we have time to catch them before they strike again. If we're not..."

She trailed off, then suddenly remembered his earlier comment about lunch. Her cheeks flushed pink. "Oh god, you're right. I haven't eaten since breakfast." She glanced around the precinct, as if seeing it for the first time today. "This place doesn't exactly inspire regular breaks. Everyone runs on coffee and spite."

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The whole time that she was talking, Hannibal was looking at ‘her’ instead of the pictures. The way she lights up, eyes shining when she goes briefly through explaining the cases to him. She painfully reminds him of Mischa, the way she used to look up at Hannibal like he was the only star in her sky, her big brother. Always soling problems, always looking after her until it was too late…

“if the place forces you into picking a bad habit then you should change it when you’re on the break.” The doctor dares to reach across the desk, tip of his fingers caressing Celeste’s sleeve, as if he’s approaching with caution before gliding down to gently brush a thumb on top of her hand, lips stretched in a closed-lips smile “allow me to take you away for awhile. I saw a nice diner not too far from here, we can walk there and you can tell me all your theories and plans on our way.” It’ll be less than half an hour drive though hopefully he can get enough privacy and time with Celeste to see what she really is, what she’s really hiding. wearing the mask of innocence, maybe she really is naïve.. or maybe just running from some past, darkness following her closely_

“yall getting friendly already?” the lieutenant Boschert knocked on the ajar door, peeking inside with a meaningful smile “Celeste, that Forensic guy Andy wants to see you, telling it’s important for the case.” He shakes his head “youngsters, so energetic over nothing. Keep this up and we’ll see where you’ll end up at your forties.” The man turns to leave, leaving the two alone once again.

Hannibal hasn’t moved his hand even after the unpleasant interruption. Though Celeste might not be so interested in leaving the department now that there’s some newly found lead waiting here for her to see.

“shall we see what your colleague has for us?” the lunch can wait for now. Hannibal just doesn’t want her out of his sight.

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Purple Rain (1984)

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"You can turn around if you're so eager to, but I'm going to take a look." Lucy wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if she just ignored someone who was calling out for help. For her own peace of mind, she wanted to check, and if it turned out to be one big ruse to lure in unsuspecting travelers, then they could decide how to deal with it.

Which would probably involve lots of shooting. Or stabbing? Lucy still wasn't used to the violence that the wasteland brought out in everybody and the most effective way to carry it out.

"Look, this is important to me, okay? You can't tell me that you didn't used to check on people when you first started traveling." There was a huge difference between them when it came to life experience, so this was her way of learning everything that he already had. He couldn't blame her for not being on the same level as him when he'd had a massive head start.

Lucy began to climb over some of the rubble, looking for the best way to navigate. Whatever this building used to be, it was destroyed beyond recognition. There was an arch that might have been a doorway at one point, but it was blocked by debris that they wouldn't be able to get past.

"I have to wonder why people hunker down in places like this, though. Unless they had no other choice. It's just so... unwelcoming." And it wasn't as if it provided a lot of shelter or concealment from passing threats what with all the holes and ruined walls. Which probably meant it really was a trap. Oh well, they were already this far, so why not just see it through?

"Come on, girl," Lucy said to their canine companion as she squeezed through a gap between two wooden boards. "I bet you can sniff out any bad guys before we see them."

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Cooper squints his eyes “no, never even once in my whole life. What’s the point of ‘checking in something’ when I’m aware it’ll be all bad news at the end- wait, where you think you’re going? Hey! Vaultie!” but Lucy has to turn in middle of his very important speech to run toward the noise source with Dogmeat running happily after her like they’re both on some kind of happy explore and not a suicide attempt.

“hey! Vaultie don’t you go in there!” Cooper yells after them again but she’s disappeared through the gap between walls, going in a building that if not the danger inside, the ceiling sure threats to crash their bones if they move the wrong piece of whatever that’s holding it up. With a sigh, Cooper follows after her. shoulders dropped and mumbling complains with himself.

Inside, the air smells…familiar. Like there might be ghouls nearby. He calls for the girl again but she’s definitely deep in the belly of it that she can’t hear him. At this point she’s either right in middle of the trap or probably Cooper has to pull her out from the locked teeth of some feral ghoul so he walks deeper in the building, tracing after Lucy’s faint smell. Hands on his guns and ready to aim.

“hey, kiddo. Where you’re at now?” the lonely cowboy turns another aisle but still no trace of Lucy.

[thefcw]

There was perhaps a slight panic when he followed her request as she half expected him to pull away, contain himself for one more night. However the panic was soon forgotten as if sucked out of her when she felt his lips on her breasts and a small sting of pain. It caught her attention with a gasp and her hands grasped her coat harder to brace herself as well as she could standing there.

The pain soon forgotten as he picked her up like she was a feather swooped up by the wind. Hands moved up his arms to feel his form and strength, pinned beneath him and her breaths shallow as she anticipated what was to come since nothing had been what she expected so far. Then again he was an unusual man. Fingers crawled to feel his neck and hair as he spoke against her skin, his words echoing in her mind, “Yours.”

She felt cold when her clothes were torn and he moved away enough to undress, aching to feel his weight on top of her again, a wish soon granted when she felt his tongue on her nipple again a gentle sting in the small cut. Small pants were stopped by a gasp when she felt his finger enter her and breath stolen when he kissed her. Holding onto him her legs remained spread as her mind was torn between trying to focus on his kissing and finger inside of her.

There were words she was trying to utter as a response but they all turned to soft moans and whimpers as he added more fingers, spreading her and making her feel parts of herself she didn’t know existed. And wondering what it would feel like once he took her for himself fully. “I… I, ah…”.

Breathing against his lips and tongue one of her hands grasped his arm and squeezed it hard, “You. I need you.”

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“are you completely sure of it, my darling?” the count kisses that sweet mouth fiercely “because there won’t be coming back nor you can stop me from taking you..” he rips the fingers out, the thing layer of virgin blood webbed between his long finger and the count licks at them to taste the sweet nectar, humming in appreciation “what a delicious meal, so good for me, so good…”

With a growl, he tosses the young bride on the bed just to pounce on her, long, sharp claws holding onto her ankles to spread them open wide for the dark prince to dive between those milky thighs, lapping up everything she gives her with such a thirst that tears an animalistic snarl from his dry throat. “mine! Mine!!”

The count speaks in foreign, old languages. Words hushed quietly, like a mantra for preparing a sacrifice in the name of Satan himself but it’s better, much better. He bends her in half to have her legs framing that beautiful hole, glistening under the moonlight pouring in their room.

His movement is rushed, grabbing himself with one hand and sitting back to enjoy the sight the princess made, beautiful, innocent and open like this and the count just wants to devour her like a wild animal feasting on his prey.

“now hush, my dear.. you’ll feel the pain but it’ll turn into the sweet pleasure in no time, I’ll take care of you. I promise..” the count leans over her lithe body, kissing her lips as he glides his hard, pulsing member inside her tight warmth. Feeling the resistance of the young body, the way she tries to squeeze him out. a deep grown escapes him, fangs on full display as he tosses his head back, loving the sensation… been missing this for decades and now his lover is back again in his arms…

“my sweet, precious princess. You are wonderful_” voice cut with a growl, the count forces her legs up, toes pinned by her ears as he thrusts his way deeper, relentlessly moving his hips, demanding entrance inside her small, fragile body. “you take me so good.. you were made for me” he whispers darkly, sharp claws returns back to spread her folds wider. More blood oozing out yet he’s just half way in.

“you’re going to be the mother of my next generation. My beautiful wife.”

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Celeste didn't look up immediately when the footsteps approached, too absorbed in reorganizing her notes. The coffee cup she'd abandoned hours ago had gone cold beside her keyboard. When she spotted him in the corner of her eye, Celeste's demeanor shifted the instant she stood, a genuine warmth breaking through the professional mask. She extended her hand with a smile that reached her eyes.

"You must be Dr. Lecter! I'm Celeste.. Celeste Arlen." She shook his hand firmly but gently "I've been pulling together everything we have so far. I know Boschert said you'd be coming, and honestly? Having someone with your expertise is..." She caught herself, cheeks coloring slightly. She's never worked with a Doctor by herself before. Her former partner handled everything, all she had to do was watch ."Sorry, I'm rambling. Come in, sit down. I'll show you what I've got."

She pulled a second chair closer to her desk, the one usually occupied by her partner before he transferred and began gathering her notes into a coherent order. Her hands moved quickly, arranging case photos and timelines into a visual spread that was impressively detailed for someone who'd only been assigned to the case a few hours ago.

"The first three victims all lived within a fifteen-mile radius, but the geographic dispersion has expanded over the past month," she explained, pinning a map to the board behind her. Red dots marked each incident location. "What's interesting is the shift in methodology between victims two and three. First one was blunt force trauma.... Second involved staged scene elements that pointed to someone who wanted us to think it was a burglary gone wrong." She traced the lines connecting the dots. "Third was... different. More intimate violence. Which tells us either we're dealing with multiple offenders, or one person who is rapidly decompensating."

She turned to him, blue eyes bright with intellectual energy. "So...where do you think we start?"

Celeste was a little too excited to be out in the field alone. Well, not alone but she didn’t have a supervisor this time. She'd proved herself to be trustworthy and capable.

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Indeed, she looks too young to be assumed she got accepted between these buffoons calling themselves ‘force’. The sparkles in her eyes, the faint rose blush dusting her freckled face didn’t go missing from Hannibal’s eyes. A small smile sits at the corner of his lips, carrying it over smoothly by placing his own steaming coffee on her desk, offering a peaceful gift.

“miss Arlen, pleasure to meet you. Your boss mentioned all good things about you, saying you’re one of gifted ones.” He did not but Hannibal can’t help to boost the girl’s ego with a harmless lie that her coworkers actually talk nicely behind her back. That boss of hers should appreciate such young talents more.

The board behind her desk is filled with many notes, scribbles and Polaroids pinned on the sheet and connected by a thin string, some of them have circles around and some others are marked by an X on them, deleted from the theory.

Hannibal hums as she fills him in “any clue of something that can connect them together? or..someone?” taking the seat she politely pulled over to sit by her side. She smells fresh, fruity scent..unlike of what he thought about her. just getting a swift scan of her once she passes him to return to her own throne, Hannibal gently brushes fingers on her shirt. Just a small touch, to feel her body heat closely.

“I’ve read the first victim’s file.” The doctor turns his attention to the wall behind them, pictures of victims smiling at the camera now looking back at them “but the rest of them seem to be classified, the police didn’t mail them. Saying it’s not safe… but, I’m thinking maybe it was for the best.” He looks back at Celeste “getting to know my new partner.” The corner of his lips curl up to offer her a kind smile as he subtly pulls his chair closer to hers “you should tell me more about the other two cases. May I say you have a beautiful name, French, while I don’t see any traces of accent.. family got a deep root in Europe? Don’t forget to drink your coffee too, I grabbed that on my way just for you” his eyes pointedly move to his cup still on the desk before back to settle on Celeste’s small face “haven’t had lunch, I can tell. It’s not good to starve yourself even while the job requires all the attention, brain needs nourishment to work, my dear.”

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Starter for @pleinsdemuses

When Hannibal signed up to help the police force on their case it was just out of curiosity.. or maybe he was just bored, wanting to see from the other side of the yellow tape of the crime scene.

The method of death was pretty simple, though with a little trace of madness which is why he’s here for, it just feels good to have people looking at him like he’s the key to solving the mystery, does feel good to be the center of attention and being mentioned in every call and office talks.

Of course he gets them the first killer, the guy just stabbed the second housewife and slipped in the trap setting by their men, easy like that. The thing was only the matter of time he gets invited to once again help the force to capture yet another killer that supposed to be ‘smart’ enough to stay hidden for few months, enough time for police to realize they’d probably need some psychologist to break the code.

Though things have gotten a little ‘complicated’ on his side, Hannibal willingly agreed to join the detectives working on this case. His own little projects can wait after he’s done, maybe it’ll have some benefits to work shoulder by shoulder with law, learning how to hide ‘your’ mistakes when enjoying the said ‘projects’.

His partner is an officer newly graduated and so young “you two will get along! Both so young and ready to work those brains!” said the lieutenant with a snort. Hannibal sometimes imagines how it’d be to tear open the man’s stomach, the round and huge fat factory that trembles disgustingly everytime he laughs, the bones, heart still beating, the peritoneum..

“if you excuse me, now..” and the older man sees something in his smile that his own drops immediately, rubbing his neck “y-yeah, doc. You go ahead. She should be somewhere in the main area. If you couldn’t find her just_”

“_thank you, Mr. Boschert. I’m sure I can find her alone.” With that, Hannibal separates his way to search for this young officer in the swarmed station with a coffee in hand- he won’t drink it, just to carry it like an accessory to blend in the background, the other gripping onto the handler of his suitcase which he takes everywhere, it’s important to take or collect notes sometimes, very few people know the value of it.

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I'm super late to this fandom but I really wanna try writing either Wade or Logan (poolverine ship!) So reply or message me if you're interested! Thank you!!🥰