The Lamb Is Silent, but I'm Making a Scene [Hannibal Fanfic]

Content warning: severe OOC; the author hasn’t watched the show, only watched recaps (important!); fans of the original show, don’t scrutinize it too closely; major changes to the original plot; elementary-school-level writing, but I’m trying my best; the timeline is extremely chaotic; seriously chaotic, a complete mess.

About how my sister always wants to crack open my head and see if there’s nothing inside but Snowflake Cakes (note: there’s a raven).

Amaryllis: former veterinary medicine student, currently an unofficial FBI K-9 (crossed out) special consultant. Her specialty is using her bug-level sense of smell to help you find corpses, and getting a little “legal surveillance” out of a raven while she’s at it. Amaryllian: former psychology student, now the head of a detective agency. Her specialties are seeing through every lie with her world-weary expression and powers of deduction, and landing precise blows to the back of her scatterbrained little sister’s head.

When a cool, catlike big sister is forced to clean up after her sweet, puppy-like little sister, and Hannibal shifts his interest from “fragile” Will to a younger sister who “smells very interesting,” sis, stay strong! We can win!

Baltimore’s toughest pair of sisters solve the trickiest cases with off-the-charts efficiency, dish out the sharpest commentary, and, on the side… put on a heartwarming (?) daily show of “Sis, hit me again” at the Cat-Crow Detective Agency.

Transmigration? That’ll cost extra. Today, we only provide clues, not relationship counseling. (Warning: ice-cream kitty-paw punch.jpg)