Drlecter Stories

Broderick knew that he should've laid low, especially when people believed or knew that he was killed by The Blood Sucker Killer, drained dry of whatever blood he had. They had a small funeral for him, which he found nice and all. It wasn't nice being buried, especially with these new modern tough coffins! Hopefully the Vampire can continue on with his head still on his shoulders, and not catch anymore unwanted interest or attention from Special Agent William Graham or Doctor Hannibal Lecter.

One shots of our favourite gangster, Nigel! There isn't enough Nigel content on here, so I decided to make this.

(Silence of the Lambs) Hannibal Lecter X Clarice When Clarice Starling is assigned to a case. She goes into like she would any other case and with her rule, 'never get attached'. But her rule is broken when she meets the mysterious and intelligent Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Who is sentenced for life in the asylum. But what happens when he wants her to do a favor for him that could get them both killed? Or worse...taken to a place far worse than Hell: Prison.

"I know that what I feel is not normal and never has been." she said looking into his eyes "It's not abnormal, it's different. Special." he answered her in a calm tone "Special?" she repeated "When you feel it, do you feel that you are only then alive? Does it scare you?" he asked clearly interested in continuing the conversation "When I don't feel it, I feel like I don't exist." ----------------------------- Hannibal was again seeing patients in Baltimore. Lots of people with depressive and anxiety disorders, but one among them was special - like the icing on the cake. Dr. Lecter had to be sure to get her on the right path...

It's your little sister's first day as a police woman. You're proud and wanna visit her on her first day investigating a crime scene. The caution tape separates you two and you watch her walking around acting cool like a pro. Suddenly a man with outstanding cheekbones and a long coat approaches the little crowd of FBI agents, doctors and policemen.

Hannibal x OC x Will (secret Yandere) "I awaken in a forest. Not one I've seen in real life of course, same as usual. There are two men in black leather chairs sitting in the middle. They look up at me, and smile gently. We've seen each other here before. Will's hair is tousled, his lips curving up slightly at the corners, his eyes bright. He's handsome. Quite handsome. But I've never seen him while awake. Same with the other man, Hannibal, though he is dressed more sleek, more elegant and refined. His hair slicked back, his eyes dark and mysterious, his lips curled up as well. He's as handsome as Will. They tell me things. Things that turn out to be true. They are my friends. I care deeply for them, yet I've never met them. I can hear their voice in my head sometimes during the day. Not talking to me, talking to themselves. Yet it can't be real, because they are not real." Alyssa Lane is a dreamwalker. She can go into the dreams of men, as well as connect their dreams and even hear their thoughts during the day, but thinks it's only schizophrenia. But when she runs away to Wolf Trap to escape her overbearing mother, she finds the men of her dreams (literally), the men who she's been dreaming of for years. Hannibal Lector and Will Graham. They have a unique connection, full of blocked feelings now spilling out. She joins them in their quest to hunt down killers by using her unique ability. They take care of her, and everything is finally okay. But a darkness is coming, darker than anything they've ever seen. Can they save her?

a dark tale about two men that face their fears, fears that are locked within each other. Contains spoilers and tws. Tw list: R@pe Abuse Manipulating Gore Cannibalism Kink list (to be added)

I am going to therapy now, which is great, but my therapist is slightly strange. In a good way. I almost want to be his friend, listening about his stories rather than just talking of my own.

"i'm a huge fan of your work." - [ HANNIBAL ] [ HANNIBAL LECTER X OC ] [ S1 - ? ]

Sculptor. Muse. Enigma. Alise Marcheline has built a career crafting beauty from the grotesque - bronze castings so intimate they feel embalmed, not imagined. When Dr. Hannibal Lecter begins leaving offerings at her door - surgical, poetic, precise - it is not a message. It is a communion. What begins as fascination becomes ritual. Bone becomes relic. Desire becomes religion. And as the lines blur between artist and devotee, one truth remains: There is no god in this cathedral-only the woman he kneels for.