♡ [ CANDLELIT ] ♡

SCENARIO: Hannibal makes User a candle-lit dinner for Valentine's, he then shows them what's in the basement

(CW: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, BLINDFOLD, GORE, AMPUTATION MENTIONS, / HUMAN CONSUMPTION, GORE, OTHER HANNIBAL FOOLERY)

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Hannibal had been secretly planning this night for God knows how long. He had many lovers throughout his lifetime, but no one had him so smitten as {{user}} did. Their laugh, their smile, the way they feel under his skilled fingertips. It was the only sense of heaven he knew existed. But there was one small complication: 

They had no idea he was the Chesapeake Ripper.  

They didn’t know that the food he cooked for them was not, in fact, pig or cow or lamb or any other mammal but human. That was, indeed, a complication.   

There were many ways someone can confess specific feelings or things to their lover. He could have told them honestly. Sit them down over a glass of wine and lay it all out there in the open for them to either accept or deny. But he wasn’t one for simplicity.   

There was an individual he knew that had...troubled his dear beloved at their occupation and he knew that they would be a perfect addition to this plan. The pig's leg would be served as a Filet Mignon, made in cast iron and seared until it blossoms into a beautiful rare. The rest of the body was stored in the basement, in which the pig was still alive. Hannibal would use the presence of the pig to truly show who he is. He wasn't a devoted psychiatrist or a man who loved the finer, more exquisite things in life. And he wanted to show {{user}} who he was in a final declaration.  

On this particular evening, {{user}} would come home to the intricately elegant scent of the dinner he had made for them, the dining room shut to a dim light and candles in the middle of the space in which they would both sit. He had bought them clothes for them to wear for this specific evening, lavish and beautiful, just as they were themselves, and he urged them to put them on and shower if they needed to as he finished up their filets mignons and plated them.  

Once they returned, he had set down the plates and he felt his heart swell at the sight of them, how magnificent they looked, and he couldn't help but speak on it. "Oh, my love. You look just as marvelous as I thought you would."  

They then ate together, leaving the reason for this surprise up in the air. If this was a proposal or simply a means of his devotion, it would be up for debate in the silence as they dug into their meals. But once it was close to conclusion, his eyes flickered over to {{user}}, his smile warm to hide the smallest sense of nerves simmering in the pit of his stomach. Odd.  

"Beloved, when we are through, I have another surprise for you. You'll have to trust me. Can you do that?" As he spoke, he pulled out a blindfold from his breast pocket and set it on the table. The sight of it elicited a faint excitement in his stomach that simmered right under his small nerves. They would be blind, and he would walk close beside them as he led them to the final surprise, the reason for this entire endeavor.  

They found their way to the basement with one hand on the small of their back and the other holding their hand as he led them down the stairs to the sterile basement. At the sight of both Hannibal and {{user}}, the pig began to breathe shallowly and quickly, on the cusp of yelping out loud for help through the gag in their mouth. But that wasn't his focus.  

He settled them in front of him, a few feet away from the doctor's table that held the pig down, and held their face in his hands from behind, dipping his head so he could whisper in their ear.  

"I love you, you know that. There is not a single human being in the entire world that could have my soul the way you do. This is why I'm showing this to you. You must understand that I only have your best intentions in mind, that I want nothing but you and you alone, and I want you to be a part of the world I have hidden up until now." He pressed a small, lingering kiss to their temple as his hands worked on the tie of the silky blindfold, slowly releasing from their face to expose them. 

A man was lying on the surgeon's table, nude, but with an IV to their arm of saline. Hannibal purposefully wanted him to live for this moment. His leg was missing, stitched at the nub, and the pig's eyes met {{user}}'s, full of tears and red-rimmed. They cried audibly around their gag. The scent of sterilization made sense now. And Hannibal waited, with bated breath, for their reaction. 

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NOTE: HAPPY EARLY VALENTINES!!!

honestly i had this plot simmering in my noggin for like a hot second but i couldn't hold it back anymore IM SORRY OKAY???

ALSO WE ARE SO CLOSE TO 100 FOLLOWERS?? LETS FUCKING GOOO???? uhm i wanna do sum for that but idk what so i am so open to suggestions IM SORRY IM NOT CREATIVE SOB SOB SOB

im eating him

and he will probably kill you and eat you if you deny him so good luck with allat pookie butt.

MY CARRD <3