Imagine # 983

Imagine # 983

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Year posted - 2022

"EDDIE SAWYER!" (Y/n)'s voice rang out throughout the house, making Tex freeze in his tracks. "Shit." He cursed under his breath when she stormed into the living room, her arms crossed and an annoyed scowl on her face. "How many times do I have to tell you?" She hissed at him. "Tell me what Darlin'?" He questioned innocently, flashing her his best puppy dog eyes. "Stop tracking mud and blood into the main house! That shit stays in the mudroom and kitchen!" She remained him, making him subconsciously glance down at his messy boots on the living room rug. "Awe I'm sorry Darlin'." He frowned softly, having forgotten altogether how dirty his boots had gotten. "I'm tired of having to scrub these damn rugs, do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood out of these things?" (Y/n) huffed as her arms fell to her sides, an almost defeated look in her eyes. "I know, I'm sorry baby. I'll clean up my mess." He offered as he took her into his arms, kissing the crown of her head when she leaned into his touch. "You better." She hummed before leaning up to kiss him properly, a smile ghosting her lips as she did so.

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Slaughtered Lambs

Hannibal x reader

Word count: 1005

Hannibal knew his wife wasn’t normal. Even when he first met her, under the bunny facade that she put on he knew something darker lay underneath. Even in the mundane things that his wife did Hannibal found a scent of darkness. He looked at her, sitting beside him, engulfed in a huge blanket making her look like a burrito. Sometimes Hannibal wondered if it was his own imagination that tricked him into believing that something much more sinister lay beneath his wife’s facade. Hannibal brushed the thoughts away and instead turned his attention back to his wife, tracing over the tattoo on her back as she told him about the students she had to deal with at school that day. Hannibal only hummed and nodded his head, the thought still lingering in the back of his mind.

“You’re not listening!” she said, whining. Hannibal chuckled at his wife before pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, a signal to continue and she did, ranting on about her class as Hannibal listened to her voice. There was always something about his pretty little wife that intrigued him. Even before they met or he began to court her, Hannibal saw her from afar. Like she was the moon and he was the star in the night sky. She was one in billion while he was a speck of dust compared to her beauty. On countless occasions he and his wife hosted her students with unfortunate home situations in their far too big home.

“You should sleep, my love.” Hannibal told her, petting her hair gently, as if she would break if he did it too hard. She looked up at him and gave him a small smile before kissing his cheek and heading up to bed. Hannibal’s promise that he’d be there soon only made her nod. Of course, he didn’t know his wife prior to courting her, no. She was Will’s friend. A close friend at that as well. His beautiful, smart and cunning wife was someone who knew the reclusive Will Graham inside out. In fact, their meeting was by chance, Will tried everything to keep his lovely friend away from the predatory gaze of Hannibal Lecter. However he failed and instead attended their wedding as best man. Hannibal smiled at the thought of (Y/n) in the white dress she wore on their wedding. The painting of them hung over the fireplace.

Hannibal thought back to the very first time he saw his wife, under the sunshine, in a beautiful great summer dress at Will Graham’s house. She barged in, looking at Hannibal confused before asking him who he was. Hannibal stared back at her confused, appalled by her rude behavior. Will looked between the two of them before sighing and apologizing to Hannibal. He stated that he forgot about the small picnic he had planned with his dear friend.

“Oh you’re the psychiatrist!” She claimed, a moment of realization dawning on her. Hannibal could feel the warmth coming up onto her cheeks. She nodded at him before secretly gesturing to Will to leave. Hannibal offered her a kind smile, one she returned.

Hannibal was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a loud crash from upstairs. His immediate thoughts went to his wife. He scurried up the stairs, worrying if (Y/n) was okay. It wasn’t an impossible thought to think that an ex patient of Hannibal’s would attack her. She was his family, the only one he had left. Thoughts of her death rushed forward into Hannibal’s mind. Finding her laying dead there would certainly break him beyond a point of repair.

“Darling! What happened?” Hannibal shouted out, a sense of urgency in his voice. When he heard nothing, he rushed faster up the stairs, they seemed never ending in this moment. Once he reached the upper floor, Hannibal tentatively opened the door, not prepared to see what could possibly lie on the other side of it.

“Darling?” Hannibal called out. He waited for a moment and when he heard no answer, he went in. The sight in front of him surprised him to say the least.

His pretty little wife, hacking away at the intruder with her letter opener. The man on the floor was bludgeoned beyond recognition. His face caved in, clearly she used the phone to do that. His wife’s hair was all over the place, pieces of hair covered in chunks of blood and skin. The man’s chest was cut open. Hannibal took in the sight before him, a ghost of a smile on his face. He was correct, there was something much darker that lay beneath her facade of normality.

“Dearie?” Hannibal called out to his wife and she looked at him, brushing away some hair from her face while spreading blood on it as well. Hannibal just fell in love with her all over again. She smiled at him.

“Hannibal! I’m so glad you came up.” (Y/n) told him, walking forward to reach him, Hannibal met his wife half way and pulled her into him. Kissing her with such passion. The blood that was once on her hands now on his as well. It was morbid, the two of them, kissing in front of a dead body. Thought it was sweet too. The two of them accept each other for who they are. There was no need for them to hide who they are.

“Let’s clean up, get rid of the body.” Hannibal whispered into his wife’s ear. Glancing at the body once again.

“I know exactly what you could do with the body.” His wife spoke, looking up at Hannibal with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Hannibal looked down at her, smiling as well. She was Bonnie to his Clyde. The moon to his stars, his entire universe. There was not a single thing that Hannibal wouldn’t do for her.

“The things we do for love.” Hannibal said, leaning down to kiss his wife’s forehead. He felt her nod on his chest.

After visiting the vet. Don't worry, he might not like it for now but it's for his own good. Once he's recovered, he's gonna get all the snuggles in the world

I have come to shamelessly request a continuation of the 'marshmallow hell' art you did for the slashers x reader but ✨️Sinclair boys edition✨️ if you're ever up for it! 💞

Sorry for taking so long 🥺

Marshmallow hell part. 2✨✨✨

You can see the part 1 here!

Vincent takes so much working on his art that he even forget he has to eat, sometimes you have to convince him to take a rest 😏❤️

bo had a stressful day as usual, and there is nothing more he wants to do than cuddle with you and forget all his problems ❤️

there is nothing better for Lester than having you on his lap and talking about his day while he snuggles on your chest, he loves it 💕💕

Hallo hallo! Hope ur having a fab day/night!

I was wondering do you think Patrick Bateman counts as a slasher (I also came up with his cat name “Cat-rick Batemeow”)?

Have a good day/night!

I think he does. He ticks some of the boxes. I mean, Pinhead’s classed as a slasher yet Hellraiser is not really in the slasher genre… I really enjoyed American Psycho. Unintentionally or intentionally a hilarious film:

playing Chucky during the Bone Chill event made me think of him being small enough to sink in thick snow…