Hannibal preferences

How you meet

Will Graham:

Strangely enough, you met through Beverly. She vouched for you so you could land a job in the forensic lab since you had been friends since high school. Your first rendezvous with Will occurred when you had to examine the trombonist that had his throat treated like cat-gut string. 

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"So, (y/n). Any plans for relationships now you're here in Baltimore?" Beverly asks, opening the refrigerator door, containing the body of the victim. She snorts lightly.

"Nah, I've got bigger problems than guys, Bev," she tells her, a lopsided and playful smile on her face. Only a few seconds after that, the doors to the lab swing open, revealing a handsome brunette man. Beverly turns to greet him while (y/n) continues to transport the cadaver onto a metal table.

"Hey, Will!", she smiles beckoning him closer, "this is my friend and colleague, (y/n)". The (h/c) girl turns to welcome the newcomer, only to succumb to a loss of words at his gaze that had settled on her form. As soon as her eyes met his, he averted them back to the dead man on the cold, steel table. Beverly watched their exchange with a smug sort of fascination. She nudged the other girl in her arm, urging her to spur up a conversation. 

"S-so... umm. I'm (y/n). It's nice to meet you", she blushes slightly, glancing up and once again meeting his gaze. He smiles lightly.

"It's nice to meet you too, I'm Will," he tells her, still awkwardly smiling.

When Will leaves, she finds herself staring at the doors with a dorky smile. Beverly snorts "no guys my ass"

'He's so sweet and cute!' she sighs in her head, unknowing that Will was thinking the exact same thing about her.

Hannibal Lecter 

You met Hannibal at the opera.  He first noticed your beautiful voice, as you were singing the lead role. He was so entranced and impressed that he felt the need to meet you in person. As you stepped off the stage, he took a few long strides toward you.

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As the (h/c) woman descended from the stage platform, her large, elegant eyes fell on a tall stranger who was approaching with overwhelming prowess and elegance. But not just any stranger...

It was HIM. The man who she had kept an eye on throughout the whole performance. She had watched him cry in the tragic scenes and be the first to eagerly applaud her. Even through the tragedy, he kept his eyes trained on her, burning into her with such intensity that she felt as though she was on fire.

"May I say, what a gorgeous voice you possess", his voice was attentive and held a strong Danish flare. Just the sound alone caused her skin to heat up. She gasped from under her masquerade mask. His eyes were even more striking up close and she felt the chills from his gaze travel down her spine. She quickly removed the baby blue feathered mask, letting it drop from her face and into her hand but not before knocking lightly against her soft bosom. 

"Thank you" she stated breathlessly, "I don't believe we've met". Their eyes seem to travel down the other, drawing in the other. "No, I don't believe we have," he agrees, "I'm Dr Hannibal Lecter. It's a pleasure miss..." he trails off, gently bringing her gloved hand to his lips and leaving a lingering kiss on the exposed wrist while slowly caressing the woman's knuckles. "(s/n),(f/n)(s/n) and the pleasure is all mine I assure you" she smiles warmly at him as he releases her hand.

'Such a chivalrous man', she thought to herself.

"That is a beautiful name for an even more beautiful woman", just his words seemed to send a fire to her cheeks and make her thighs feel as though they were struck by lightning. Her rouge lips pull into a slight smirk, catching his eye. "My, my, doctor. Aren't you a charmer". She sends him a playful wink. He seems to volley back a smirk of his own before stating, "I'm simply stating a fact, my dear"

She lets out a short laugh, reaching into her cleavage and pulling out a small piece of white card. She looks up at him, watching his face. It remains mostly unaffected save from the slight smile he tried to hide. "Do you have a pen?" She asked him with a smirk. He nods and pulls one from his breast pocket. She quickly jots down her digits before handing them to him. Despite the whole exchange she can't help But laugh slightly. "Sorry I've always wanted to do that" she looks down shyly. His short laugh broke her from the stare she had with the floor. "You keep stationary in your dress?" He smirks once more. She does the same. 

"A woman is always prepared, doctor Lecter " 

Their meeting ended with her gifting him a brief kiss on the cheek and sliding the number into his breast pocket.

Freddie Lounds

You met Freddie while visiting your friend Abigail, who was in the hospital. 

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A knock sounded on the wooden hospital door and a head of (h/c) hair popped through. "Hey, Abi", she smiles at the girl lying in the bed. On either side, she had a man sitting. One was tall and well-dressed and the other was a curly-haired brunette.

"(y/n)", Abigail shrieks in excitement, "you didn't tell me you were coming!" She tries to get up but both men shake their heads at her. She huffs and lays back down. 

"(y/n), this is doctor Lecter, Will Graham and Freddie Lounds". Only now did she notice the frizzy redheaded woman who was standing to the side, just to the left of her. She sticks her hand out to the woman. "I'm Freddie Lounds, it's a pleasure to meet you" she smiles and shakes her hand.

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From the first meeting, she found you rather interesting. After visiting Abigail, she asked you out for coffee.

Frederick Chilton 

you both met when you went with Will to investigate Abel Gideon.

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The girl sat snugly between Will and Hannibal, looking up at the man who sat behind the desk. He was shorter than doctor Lecter but was still most likely over average. 

Their eyes meet for a split second and he gives a short laugh before handing them their visitor passes.

He passes the piece of card to her and a shiver runs through her fingers when they brush against his. They linger only slightly but it makes her blush and laugh shyly.

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Sorry, the last 2 were a little shorter. I couldn't really think of any great ideas for them.

Bedelia's will be a little bit short, as a summary of how you met and not a full account

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Bedelia Du Maurier

She was originally your psychiatrist but referred you to Hannibal after three sessions.

It wasn't because you were making her uncomfortable or that she didn't like you. In fact, it was the opposite. She found herself wanting to be more than professional with you. 

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"W-Why are you referring me, Miss Du Maurier? I'm so sorry if I've been making you uncomfortable," The (H/C) woman mumbled, feeling guilty.

"No, not at all. You aren't making me uncomfortable in the slightest. I feel that if I kept being your psychiatrist id become unprofessional. I want to be your friend, (Y/N)"