I do not own any of the characters. you enter the hotel Cortez and end up head over heels for its murderous hotelier.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇. 𝒜𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒. Lilith, a recent high school graduate, enters university expecting psychology to be a welcome distraction from her restless mind. But distraction quickly turns into obsession when she meets her replacement professor, the enigmatic Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Brilliant, refined, and quietly dangerous, he notices in Lilith what no one else ever has... the flicker of darkness beneath her surface. Transfixed by his lectures and drawn into his private world, Lilith begins to wonder if perhaps she isn't as alone as she once thought. With every conversation, every glance, her mask slips further, exposing the parts of herself she has always hidden. And in her, Hannibal begins to see something unexpected: a heart that mirrors his own. - Hannibal Lecter x Fem OC - ⚠ ASPD, Gore, Violence ⚠ - Teacher, Student Romance - Linked Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2GRVU3HL3eLWi0Fp2ZKqxG?si=ad5135abf7584de2

Beverly , Brian, Jimmy and alana had enough. They cannot stand the pining and eyeing between Will and Hannjbal . So they decide to push them together to spark the light .

FBI Profiler, Will Graham, is secretly a killer. As a child, he met Death, and the experience was invigorating. To see him again, he killed and killed, but no matter the attempts, Death never showed. It wasn't until a certain turn of events led him to his long-awaited meeting. Death had a son, and his name is Hannibal Lecter. ... COMPLETED - May 12, 2020 Rye Ambrose

mostly fluff and bratty will maybe smutt head cannons and Oneshots also some murders so be warned

"Hello Dr. Lecter, my name is Clarice Starling" she said from the doorway. A Hannibal Fanfic. Please vote and review!

You gently placed your hand on top of his, slowly rubbing his knuckles with your thumb. This is nice. It's wonderful sitting here, just talking to someone who knew what you were going through. No sympathy. It was just a mutual understanding between two people. Yancy scooped up your hand and cradled it with his own. With flushed faces, you both looked into each others eyes-- smiles mirroring each other. "I just wanted t' let youse know dat, you-- youse is not alone. Not anymore," He whispered while gripping your hands tightly. "You're not alone either, Yancy," you spoke equally soft, "I'll always be here for you." Yancy's lip started to quiver. Never, not once in his life, was he told that. He quietly laughed, tears forming in his eyes, "I thought so." _____ Updates two to three times a week **SLOW BURN!!** Written and Edited by: Radi0ph0bia

This is a short story about Midnight, a young victim of the Collector that survived and became a 'monster' that the FBI controls. After being sent to London for a case involving Hannibal Lecter, she and Will Graham start a three-way love affair with a man who happens to be none other than the cannibal they are looking for. Surprise surprise. [Canon & Non-Canon present] [Author's Notes: This is set in London, UK. The time frame is present time, years after Lecter's escape from Clarice. The inspiration is from Mads Mikkelsen, NBC's Hannibal, Thomas Harris' Hannibal, and The Collector. Hannibal's age is also not cannon; if figured correctly, Lecter was 42 when he was first caught in Red Dragon and late 40's-early 50's when he escaped in Hannibal. So to adjust it, I cut off a few years and made this Hannibal 47.] [I do not own anything Hannibal or anything of the Collector. This is a work of fiction meant for utter enjoyment while my fellow Fannibals wait for Season 4 of Hannibal.]

This story begins at Muskrat farm and takes us through Chapter 101 and beyond in an alternate ending to the novel "Hannibal". Clarice Starling has been shot and the good Doctor rendered unconscious. This story is brought to you by the letter "M"- rated for graphic depictions of sex and extreme violence.

Crowley x aziraphale smut request more for the future my first smut fic don't judge... collab with @papasandal