#hannibal lecter x daughter!reader

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Requested by @yourlocalratwriter : Could you please make a Hannibal x daughter reader(platonic) where his daughter has severe anger issues. Maybe like their having a outburst and yelling at him and doesn’t actually mean it? But they got Frustrated so they started yelling?

Warnings : anger issues, yelling by both parties.

A/n : ssso so sorry to answer this late, i finally have the courage to write again and i didnt wanna steal the plot or anythiing but at the same time i wanted to finally write thiiis ❤️

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Hannibal, has welcomed you into his home. He cooks for you, helps you with your studies and even with your relationships with society and life. He would also like to help you with your room, but that, being your cocoon, is a restricted place for the meticulous Hannibal Lecter. That, until today.

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You drag your feet through the mansion, tossing your bag on the nearest sofa as you headed for your room.

It had been a long day. A reeeeally long day. And frustration was irritating every part of your brain. Every inch of your body. You were definitely ready to melt into your mattress and fall asleep.

Yanking your bedroom door open, the scent of chemicals and artificial roses slaps your nostrils as you discover an orderly room. Not your room.

Your eyebrows knit together as you scan every inch of the space.

Disgusting. Tidy. Unlivable.

No more piles of clothes. No more stacked up papers. No more of those littles things you placed exactly in the right spot, exactly where you needed them.

Hannibal.

You march out of your room, each step growing louder and louder, fueling your anger. Until you reach the study.

You place your hand on the door handle, a thought comes to your mind.

You are not to come in without knocking on the door, y/n.

But you think again…Fuck him ?

You push the handle down, simultaneously pushing the door forward. There he is.

Your heart skips a beat.

Hannibal almost jolts up. For a split second, he's surprised. But as soon as his eyes land on your face, his body relaxes. And his features go back to being illegible. He watches you, his head slightly tilting to the side, waiting for an answer to a question he didn't need to ask.

"My room." You say.

"Yes ?" The doctor responds in an even simplistic manner. And it shakes sometimes in you.

"I told you not to touch my room." You keep your words to a minimum. As you were far far from calm, anymore anger and words were going to start spurting out of your mouth.

You wanted to avoid that.

"I organized everything accordingly. I d-"

What ?

His voice dies down as rage boils through your body. He's always trying to control everything. He cooks, he tells you what to do. When to do it. He chooses your meals for you. Who you're allowed to go out with. When to come home. Wait-so he read stuff, in order to organize it ?

"You read my stuff ?"

"That's not what i meant i-"

"Why would you do that, Hannibal." Your voice pierces through your own ears. You feel hot and your stomach is knotted up.

"Y/n, calm down."

"DONT TELL ME TO CALM FUCKING DOWN." Your body jolts in response, reaching your end point. "You're always trying to control everything. You fucking control freak" You accusingly point your finger at him. And your father stares in response.

He bites his bottom lip as his eyes rove from your reddened face to your finger, and back to your face. And slowly, he sets his hand on top of your finger, lowering it down forcingly. But you pulled away.

"Don't fucking touch m-"

"That's it." The man snaps, gripping your arm and dragging you over to the sofa, where he pushes you down. His grip is firm, but gentle. And before you have the time to move, he kneels down in front of you. "Now you're going to breat-you're going to breathe and I won't let you go until you do so."

Yours eyes meet his and your heart instantly slows down...But the overwhelming pain in your stomach doesn't die down. It lingers...

"Breathe, darling." Your father nods encouragingly as he awaits for you to obey. But you breathe heavily. Your voice sounded so hoarse and rough. You hated it. You didn't mean the words that just came out of your mouth. You didn't mean them. You just-Not sure-It just felt-

"It's okay, sweetheart, i know."

You shake your head as he nods No...No- He doesn't get it-he doesn't know. No-Y-

"I know you didn't mean what you said...It's okay."

You sniffle, a lump growing in your throat. "I'm sorry." It comes in a whisper.

"It's alright..Just breathe."

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Good reading, i hope. ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

[ellieslittleburrow]

HANNIBAL LECTER PEOPLE WAKE UP IT'S POLL TIME 🦷🦷🦷

Yall remember Hannibal's sister Mischa that was shown for a couple of seconds in the show, yeah? (I know she played like the most major part in who he is but let's just pretend she's still here today)

I think we wouldn't have a show but i also think she'd be sooo much worse than him. Kinda like beth in yellowstone

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Dark! Hannibal Lecter, and John Wick x Young Mother! Reader

(Warning: Age gap, reader is a legal adult)

Hannibal Lecter

You booked a thereby session with him, but he did not expect you to attend with your baby.

"I really apologise, but I couldn't leave my daughter at home, and the babysitter cancelled in the last minute-"

"It's alright, Ms. (L/n), I don't mind at all"

Apparently, you needed therapy to get over your boyfriend's death as it traumatized you.

And Hannibal found it as a chance to get closer to you as the sessions became frequent and longer.

Allowing him to be more obsessed with you.

"I advise you to find a new partner, it will help you move on"

"No one would like to date a single mother like me, Dr. Lecter"

"Nonsense"

Little by little, Hannibal became closer to you providing for you and your child, making sure all your needs are met with expensive gifts.

Even though you refused at first, but Hannibal managed to convince you that he is doing all of this because you are a dear friend.

However, you don't know that he is the one who murdered your boyfriend from the beginning.

And made your friend suggest him as a therapist.

It is all going according to plan.

The next step is marriage and him adopting your baby.

John Wick

You were the daughter of Viggo Tarasov and a single young mother living in your father's mansion in peace.

That was until your brother, Iosef, screwed things up and decided to kill John Wick's dog and steal his car.

Of course, it led to your family demise.

You don't know why he didn't kill you and your son, maybe he wasn't heartless as he seemed.

When John took you and your son with him to live in his home, you did not fight him, fearing for your baby's life.

For the first month living with John, you refused to speak to him and stay almost all day in your room with your son.

Honestly, John bought all the necessities, making sure you are comfortable.

"Why did you keep me and my baby alive?"

That's the first question you ask him after the tragic night, no fear in your eyes, only confusion.

"It's not your fault"

That answer didn't satisfy your curiosity.

"Then why did you force me to come with you?"

John only grabs your delicate hands with his rough ones, smiling a bit.

"So, you can take the place of my wife"

Part Two

[atlasscrumpit]

Hannibal x Reader

Extra Sweet

You sat in a chair in front of a mirror as your father roughly pulled your hair back.

"I told you to wash this mess, and cover those damn scars on your wrists I don't need people talking about my suicidal daughter." He grumbled as you rolled your eyes, he put your hair into a tight pony tail before going to your wardrobe.

"You'll need a long sleeve dress so we can hide those hideous scars." He grumbled pulling out a dark red velvet dress and placing it on the bed.

"Get changed and for gods sake put some make up on." He grumbled before leaving your room.

You sighed and stared at yourself in the mirror, this was going to be a rough night.

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You stood at the entrance of Doctor Lecter's house, you fiddled with your dress before your father swatted your hand away.

"Stop." He growled as you rolled your eyes.

"This dress is too tight." You grumbled making him sigh in annoyance.

"Maybe lose weight." He replied before the door opened and you painter on a fake smile.

"Ah, this must be the lovely Y/N I've heard so much of." He said as he took your hand and pressed a kiss to it, making you blush.

"Y/N, this is Doctor Lecter. And of course this is my lovely daughter." Your father said in a kind voice that definitely wasn't real.

"Well, I hope you like beef because I've prepared a lovely meal." He said as your smile faltered.

"Oh, actually..." You muttered before your father nudged you.

"She's very excited." He finished for you as you made your way in.

Hannibal left to socialise with other guests as you turned to your father.

"I can't eat meat." You whispered as he rolled his eyes.

"Are we really doing this whole vegan thing again?" He grumbled making you want to shove your heel through his foot.

"I'm not vegan, I just can't eat meat or I get sick." You growled in a whisper as your father flashed you a displeased look.

"It's all in your head, be polite and eat the damn food." He responded as you groaned and left him alone to go get a drink.

You went to the bar and found Hannibal there.

"I must say you look very lovely this evening." He said making you chuckle softly.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you. I have to say I'm very uncomfortable, if it were up to me I'd grab that knife over there and cut this dress off." You replied fiddling with your dress again making Hannibal laugh.

"I have heard how uncomfortable it can be to wear such dresses. I'm honoured you made that sacrifice for my event." He said, a slight blush creeping onto your face.

You weren't used to people being so nice to you.

"Well, seems it was worth it after all." You said taking a sip of your wine, you cringe a little making him chuckle.

"I tried to pretend I was the kind of person to drink red wine but I can't do it." You grumbled as you cringed a little.

"It is an acquired taste, I must admit. Here, allow me." He said as he opened a bottle of champagne and poured you a glass.

"I believe you'll enjoy this one more." He said as you took a hesitant sip.

"Now that's more my liking." You replied making him smile.

"You seem like the kind of woman to like her wine as sweet as herself." He said making you chuckle a little.

"That's very sweet of you." You said with a slight blush.

You continued to speak with Hannibal, actually enjoying the company, but Hannibal noticed a lot of things other people didn't.

"You look a little uncomfortable, my dear. You're constantly pulling on your sleeves and trying to shift the dress around. Is it too tight on you?" He asked ad you looked up at him, you hadn't even noticed you had been playing with your dress too much.

"Oh... I'm sorry, it's just a little tight. I just need to get back to the gym I think." You replied with a nervous chuckle.

"Nonsense, my dear. You are gorgeous, while it is a nice dress it is only beautiful when you're comfortable in it. Have you injured yourself?" He asked as he slowly reached for your wrist and pulled the sleeve back before you ripped it away.

"No... No, I was just gardening that's all. I should get going." You muttered before he placed his hand on your back, stopping you from turning away.

"Do not be ashamed of it. Please, come with me." He said as you looked into his eyes.

You weren't sure you even had a choice to go with him or not.

He led you out of the dining hall and into the quiet hallway.

His hand was still on your back as he looked down at you, towering over you.

"Did you do these, or did your father?" He asked as he gently took your wrist and slid your sleeve up.

"Me..." You whispered as he gently ran his fingers over the scars.

"Your father seems quite controlling of you. I've known his type quite a few times, it's understandable you would feel the need to harm yourself." He whispered as you looked up at him, you'd never had anyone show actual understanding for any of this.

"It gives me something to focus on other than...my life." You replied as he nodded and rolled your sleeve back down.

"Has your father ever laid his hands on you?" He asked, hid voice low and somewhat comforting.

"Only if he's had too much to drink, he's just slapped me a few times. I just...I'm so sick of it! He wants me to do fucking everything and then practically fucking marry me off." You growled, Hannibal could see the exhaustion in your face.

You sighed and rubbed your face.

"Sorry, it's just been a lot lately." You whispered as he reached up and held your face in his hand.

"I can see how exhausted you are, you do not deserve to be treated like this. I want you to come back to my house tomorrow afternoon so we can talk, okay? I want to help you, Y/N. Will you be okay tonight with your father?" He asked as you looked into his eyes, unsure of what to say.

"Yeah... Yes, I'll be okay. You don't have to do this." You muttered making him smile softly.

"I know I don't have to, my dear. But, I would like to. I'll have some tea ready for you...extra sugar." He said making you chuckle softly.

"It's a date."

[shegatsby]

Requests are open!

Hannibal Lecter Fanfictions!

Requests;

 Sweet Serial Killer    Taking Care of You   Shard of Blood  Thanksgiving Dinner

Honesty  Losing Him  Their Secret   Whisper of Evi  Polar Opposites

 Mistletoe  Hannibal x Will Request Oneshot; First Kiss

Anxiety Attack    Audacity    Audacity part 2

Hannibal x Reader x Will; A New Beginning

Hannibal x Reader Request; Chapter One Chapter Two(final)

Hannibal x Will x Reader; Tangled In Between

 Mrs. Lecter    Hannibal x Will x Reader Request; Allergy

Jealous Kiss   Princess   Crisis of Lust   

Oneshot; Hannibal just found out he have the first symptoms of parkinson’s disease, like his hand are beginning to shake and freak out and try everything he could the hide it

 Oneshot;  Hannibal x reader when Mason Verger gets too close to their young daughter and Hannibal immediately goes into protective dad mode and his daughter immediately doesn’t like Mason.

  Oneshot; Reader is Abel Gideon’s daughter & was in medical school but dropped out after the whole “dad killing her entire family” thing. The FBI questions her when they think her dad is the Chesapeake Ripper & she is just shy.

 Oneshot ;  How Hannibal would react to and tend to a S/O who age regresses? Not super young but like regresses to 10 or 12 to destress or cope.

Oneshot; She's his wife and one evening Will randomly shows up at their house, while they're talking Will notices she has a bite mark (or whatever) on her shoulder/neck and Hannibal catches him staring.

  Oneshot; Hannibal comes home and sees that the reader is missing. He thinks she's ran away, she broke up with him but didn't tell him, she's been kidnapped, etc. He searches the whole house and just when's about to give up or start a major freakout, he finds the reader. And it turns out that the reader had just fell off their bed when she was alseep and happened to roll under the bed and stayed alseep.

Onehsot; The reader is innocent and sees the good in everyone, something that attracts Hannibal. But she surprises him when he’s under attack and she just deadass kills the guy hurting Hannibal and her only explanation is “I don’t like the people I love in danger” (bonus points if that’s the first time she tells him she loves him)

Oneshot; Reader is good friends with Will and meets Hannibal but Reader is naturally shy and quiet, Hannibal decides to help her open up with a bit of flirting and rewards her at the end of the night with the long awaited kiss!

Oneshot: Hannibal x reader request where the reader washes Hannibal’s hair and styling it the way he likes it for him after he’s been badly injured and can’t do it himself.

Oneshot: Hannibal x female!avenger!reader part 2? Where it takes place after the snap which 5 years later when everyone that turned to dust already come back and Hannibal come back to search for her.

Oneshot: Hannibal x shy student reader. He is obsessed with her while she has a small crush on him and then he invited her to her house and just cant get enough of her.

Oneshot: Hannibal caught their darling smiling on their phone.

Oneshot: Hannibal x fem(or gn) reader where she gets kidnapped and he finds out and saves her(but she’s injured). Heavy angst to pure fluff!!

Oneshot: Hannibal keeps you all to himself like a Rapunzel situation.

Oneshot: where he is in love with Alana‘s best friend. He met her after she picked up Alana from one of his dinners.

Oneshot: Meeting in an online portal similar to tattle crime where you can chat privately, they start talking and develop like a relationship but for the sake of their identities they keep their real names out of the chat one day you go to therapy and he is your doctor, he calls you by your username, turns out he stalked you the night you met.

Oneshot: Hannibal x Gone Girl type of reader who is running from her past life.

Oneshot: Where Hannibal and the reader are soulmates.

Oneshot: Where he takes his wife in the garden ;)

Oneshot: Reader is a doctor which attracts Hannibal.

Oneshot: Le Chiffre is back!

Oneshot: Reader attempts suicide.

Oneshot: Reader is a ballerina.

Dangerous Game (Finished) Hannibal x reader

Hannibal X Female Reader

Genre: Romance, Slow burn, SMUT. 

Summary: Y/N Hobbs an opera singer and also the eldest adopted daughter of The Minnesto Shrike, and her entire life changes after what happened. She will be the object of affection of a certain psychopath, whether she likes it or not. 

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5

Chapter 6  Chapter 7 Chapter 8  Chapter 9 Chapter 10    Chapter 11 

Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 (final)

[socksracoon10]

𝕺𝖍, 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙? 𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘.

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰: 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧! 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐑 𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐂 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥, 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭!

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐭𝐰, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞!

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Being Best Friends With Legolas (Headcanons) Being an Elf and falling in love with Thorin (Headcanons) Waiting for Nothing (Legolas) From The Unknown (Aragorn) More fics to be added! 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧: Pirate (Will Turner) Not Just a Pirate (Will Turner/Sequel to Pirate) The Banter of Thieves (Jack Sparrow) Curious of The Seas (Jack Sparrow) Being Davy Jones' and Calypso's Daughter (Headcanons) Is that it? (Will Turner) More fics to be added! 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝐎𝐧𝐞: Hit and Run (Carlos Sainz, Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen) Hit and Run (Part 2 - same pairings) More fics to be added!

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: - 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜: 𝒜 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝐿𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑀𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝐿𝒶𝒸𝑒 (𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉) (Series - On Hold) 𝔅𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔈𝔶𝔢 (Masterlist) (Series - On Hold) - 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕: 𝐼'𝓂 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 (𝐵𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓍 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇) 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞? (𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) (Series - On Hold) - 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚕: Two Sides - Will Graham x F!Reader Between Two Fires - Will Graham x F!Reader 1:34 - Will Graham x F!Reader, Hannibal Lecter x F!Reader - 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖/𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜: 𝐀 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬 (Sherlock Holmes x F!Reader) 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 (Robin Hood x F!Reader) 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬 (Bernard The Elf x Elf!Reader) 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛 (Dark!Laurent LeClaire x F!Reader)

[liennka]

Fromage - part 1

Hannibal Lecter x Will's daughter/teen patient reader

Summary : When Y/N for once arrives early for her therapy, she ends up in a life-or-death situation... (s1 e08)

-> Feel free to insert yourself instead :) This is my first story and I am open to any criticism (be nice pls).

I just wanted to say that I am not the owner of this show, but I did make this story, so don't copy it without my knowledge, thank you.

Y/N was once again sat in the waiting room, awaiting her next session with Doctor Lecter. After some time, she gradually grew fond of her psychiatrist, who wore a “mask”, as she passed time trying to read his mind. It was not an easy task, but her efforts were bearing fruit as she was now able to recognise when he was bored, angry and most importantly, pleased. At that moment she knew he wouldn't be too happy with her early arrival, Hannibal didn't like his patients meeting each other, which was why they all had at least a 30 minute interval between each appointment. But her usual ride couldn't make it, and if she wanted to be on time, she had to take the bus, thus showing up an hour before she should have. 

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It was roughly halfway through the previous session when she heard footsteps in the hallway.  Y/N wondered who it could be, as she was Hannibal's last patient for the day. A tall black man in a suit made his way to the Doctor's door, walking slowly and steadily.

Something in Y/N felt wrong, her body hair rising and her mind automatically searching for the nearest exits. And she wasn't naive, it was her gut telling her to run. As much as she wanted to, she was cornered, the man approaching from one door and the other closed, if she tried to interrupt Lecter's session, he would kill her himself.

And when Y/N's chair was only a few meters away from him, she could finally see more details of his face. His dark expression, his dull eyes and the blood on his face. She sniffed and smelt some kind of acid and more blood, probably dried under his fingernails. Thanks to Will, she was more than just an average person, seeing few investigations and knowing the basics of corrupted minds. This man had the aura of a psychopath, the expression of a stoic killer and the smell of a mad scientist, if that wasn't enough she had no idea what was.

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She didn't knock, just quickly pulling on the doorknob, twisting it, opening the door and closing it right behind her.  A man was talking and then suddenly stopped as he saw her. Y/N's body was driven by her adrenaline, not minding the psychiatrist's look of shock and displeasure.

"There is a strange man. Blood on his face and hands," she whispered, her nerves causing her voice to rise an octave. 

Before Hannibal could say anything, Y/N retreated from the door and fled towards him. A few seconds after she had moved, the door opened again and that creepy man walked in. Y/N seemed to be the only one who did not know him, as the others quickly rose to their feet. Hannibal hid most of her body with himself, clearly hoping to shield her.  

"Tobias?" the smaller chubby man asked, eyes wide.

"I came to say goodbye, Franklin. I just killed two men," Tobias said coolly, some blood dripping from a missing chunk of his ear. 

"The police came to question me… " he added, intentionally leaving the sentence unfinished.

She tensed. Will never said where he was going, only telling her about his work when it was over. He himself never knew when Jack would snatch him and force him to solve another case. But this time she knew he was at work, leaving her no choice but to take the bus. And as always, her father would be the one to take care of all the murders in town. There was almost no chance that Will hadn't encountered this man. When Y/N looked at Hannibal, his composed facade was momentarily replaced by an expression of worry. She clutched at his jacket, her palm ruffling the cotton.

"You have to give yourself up, you might still be able to rehabilitate," Franklin pleaded with his friend. 

What a bloody idiot, she thought, there was no way Tobias would surrender, Franklin was more than naive, he was suicidal at this point. 

"Y/N, I want you to leave with Franklin, n-" Hannibal wasn't able to finish his sentence, but Y/N was swift and had already grabbed Franklin's suit. 

"Stay where you are, Franklin!" Tobias said furiously, interrupting Hannibal.

"No, no, no. We.Have.To.Go!" Y/N added weight to each word as she stepped into his field of vision. 

Franklin was momentarily flabbergasted, so Y/N took that opportunity and tightly grabbed his arm. But no matter how hard she pulled, Franklin's body wouldn't move, leaving her to try to drag him unsuccessfully towards Hannibal's desk. And then, when she thought he finally changed his mind, he turned around, not quite done with his motivational speech. He stepped back as he mumbled his words, letting her stay behind their doctor’s table.  Y/N was done with him. And so was everyone else.

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“I am not alone,” Tobias replied to one of Franklin's stupid quotes 

“That's right, you are not alone, nothing has happened in our real- ” Franklin's neck snapped, Hannibal behind him. 

The cracking sound was disgusting, making Y/N glance away. Franklin's body fell to the ground with a 'thud', sprawling his limbs like a puppet. 

"I was looking forward to that," Tobias groaned.

"I saved you the trouble," Hannibal smiled.

She was glued to the spot, watching them closely. As expected, Tobias got mad and threw his jacket on the floor. He pulled an iron cord from his pocket, a kind of weapon she had never seen before. He swung it a few times like a jojo, forcing Hannibal to retreat. Y/N made eye contact with her therapist and decided it was time to leave. She backed away to the patient's exit, not taking her eyes off the dangerous man for a second. Tobias tossed the wire at Hannibal and kicked him against the bookshelf. It looked bad for Hannibal, maybe if she was fast enough, she could call police. But only if she gets out first.

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Y/N had her hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly to prevent any sound from escaping. Much to her bad luck, it clicked and Tobias noticed.

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[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Bia Tu

Chapter One

Come, You.

Yandere! Hannibal Lecter x Female Bipolar! Reader. Reader Chan was a former Afghan Citizen currently living in America.

Chapter Summary. It is 2020 and you are on the brink of taking your life during the Pandemic. You need help. Lonely and middle-aged, Docter Hannibal Lecter, a psychiatrist, wasting time till retirement and he needs help to fill the void in his chest. Drugs and women were not helping. He needs your help. His stubborn and moody patient of all people…and a Vegan. Ugh.

Warning: Age Gap. Older man with much younger woman. Cannibalism. Yandere. Language Barrier. Obsession. Stalking. Crude Language. Mental Illnesses. Gas Lighting. Manipulation.

No.

Once more, your mean-spirited joke called Father said “No”. Again. He hardly said yes to your wishes. Your elderly friend in community college recently passed away due to Pneumonia.  His daughter on Facebook announced his condition and posted the location and time of his funeral one city away.

You were only nineteen and came to America age seventeen. You did not know how to drive on freeways. Your dad would not teach you or let you travel far on your own.  The City Village you came from was Baghlan, Afghanistan. A rural place in the mountain farms. Not as educated as the capital city of Kabul.

Your dad was close minded and rude. He was plagued with toxic masculinity and was suffocating you. The Virus made life more difficult. Your best friend passed away and the shut down of your school did not help. Your father would not let you step outside the house. And you were lucky to go to school in public. You hated online classes.

Tears trailed down your rosy cheeks and your fat lips reddened from being bitten. Oh, how you hate your Father! Damn him! Sexist Swine! Misogyny stenches came from him.

You leisurely took out the cell phone out of your purse and typed “suicide” on google images.

Is Everything All Right? Need help? Call us?

You licked your lips.

“Save me.” You whispered to yourself.

Doctor Lecter did not say anything as a client of his almost knocked the tray of snacks he placed on the coffee table. Ian was a womanizer who finally got his punishment. He got his heart broken and now was seeing Doctor Lecter for his “depression”. Lecter told him that he was not depressed. He was just mad and did not need medication. But, Ian being a spoiled and entitled Prick he was, he insisted. So, Lecter decided to write a report. Hannibal does not want to give medicine freely. As it was illegal.

“Mr. Kermif. Please leave.” Doctor Lecter firmly stated. Ian glared at the wrinkled face of his doctor. Hannibal was not backing down.

Ian clenched his jaw then slammed the door shut as he finally left the wonderfully decorated office of Psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter.

Another day. Another headache. Lecter was in college when SpongeBob came to television. He thought Squidward was pathetic and a born loser. But, as much as Lecter hated to admit it. He became a Squidward himself. How embarrassing that life defeated him. He is a late middle-aged man almost a grandfather age and yet single to the tea.

No wife or kids. He spent his days being a womanizer like Ian. But, he never cheated. He told all the women he has been with he does not want a relationship.

Regret filled the cold and voided heart of Doctor Hannibal Lecter.

His phone chimed to let him know that a new patient will see him first thing tomorrow at one in the afternoon.

As Doctor Lecter read the name of the patient. He cocked his head to the side and furrowed his wrinkled eyebrows in confusion. What a peculiar and odd name. He never heard of that name once. Not even in movies or fiction books. It was effeminate so he knew the new patient was a woman.

“Afghanistan.” He murmured. The profile said that English was your second language and Pashto was your first. How strange indeed. He met Pakistani and Yemeni people. Never an Afghani. Thanks to the terrorist attack on September 11, 2001, Afghan citizens found it difficult to get VISAS in America.

Doctor Lecter can refuse to see you and assign you to another Doctor. He decided to see you tomorrow.

What could possibly go wrong? He has treated over thousands of patients for twenty-eight years of being a psychiatrist. What will make you special and different?

[ellieslittleburrow]

Summary : your dad, Hannibal. And your brother Sherlock sense something different about you. They bug you about it and later find out that you're being bullied. Needless to say, each one reacts differently. But both are comforting enough to get you to smile again.

Pairings : Alternate Universe : Hannibal Lecter x daughter, Sherlock holmes x sister.

Warnings : Hannibal being a cutie pie dad, mentions of bullying, a punch scene, mentions of wanting to off somebody.

A/N: yall know how much we love big boiz and these two are the perfect definition of that!!! Also let's ignore the fact that they're both somehow hoe at the same time like- don't they have no life??? Also i'm sorry if any of yall suffer from bullying ❤️. I really hope this doesn't trigger you. And i hope it comforts yall. I decided to delete it from the other account because i'm trying to get used to this one. Sorry if that confuses anybody lol

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Home sweet home.

Opening the door to your house, a very distinctive smell of rosemary oil slaps your nose as your pupils suddenly dilate, adjusting to the dim blueish feel of the house. That's what you've always loved about home. It wasn't just a safe space you thought about whenever you were outside, it was a smell, a look, a feel, warmth no matter how cold it was. Inner warmth.

"Little one."

You emerged back to real life.

"Oh" Spinning your head to the side, you catch your brother in act, pinning his head backwards as he sighs dramatically. "I caught her. Finally, i can have her now. She has awoken from her daydreams and she finally has time for us."

Your shoulders slouch as you roll your eyes at him. You're annoyed. And fucking pressured.

Your father and brother have been bugging you about what's been going on. A genius detective and a genius psychiatrist are two of the things you DO NOT want to be surrounded with.

But here you are, living with both-

"There she goes again."

Snapped out, again, of your little world, you huff, even more annoyed now.

"Would you both leave me alone."

The words come out harsher than you expected. You brush past them, taking off your coat before tossing it on the sofa. That upsets your dad. Sherlock too. But one's dangerous. The other one is too. Just..less dangerous.

"Something's different about you...I just can't seem to find what it is."

You smile when they're facing your back. You're honored to know that you're a difficult person to read, as reading is all they do.

As you walk upstairs, Sherlock follows behind. "What's been bugging you?"

"Nothing, Sherlock. Leave it." You mumble, entering your room, not bothering to look back because you know Sherlock to be respectful enough not to force things out of you. He can tell when you're really not in the mood to talk.

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On your way home, you like to walk past the forest entrance. The forest that's been known, your whole life, for it's eerie feels. The forest that only those YOLO people dare go into. Walking past it always made your blood pump, filled it with such adrenaline that- it made you feel al-

"Hey there, Lecter."

Fuck.

The voice is too close behind. How did you not realize somebody was behind you? If your dad were to hear he'd be so mad.

You slowly pivot around, only to find more than the one girl you expected.

Uh...

"Miller, let's not do this, okay? It's been a very long week and I'm t-"

You're interrupted by a fist that flies towards your face. And it's too quick so all you manage to do is lean back, making contact less painful. You stagger backwards, reaching up for your nose.

This bitch.

"Don't tell me what to do, Lecter. I choose when and what to do."

Miller and her rats walk away, leaving you frozen in place.

When did this become such a normal thing? You achingly take a deep breath in. You'd fight back, but you'd kill her. And that's not something you really want..

As you start walking home again, you think about how you're going to hide your bloody nose from your family...Or maybe..You won't. Too tired to do anything....You just didn't care anymore.

Opening the door, you're welcomed with that sweet sweet smell but...Fuck that and fuck everyth-

"What's that?"

You look up to find your dad hurrying towards you. He hols his hands out, ready to grab your cheeks but you flinch. The shock from earlier not having worn off.

"It's okay. It's just me." He reassures you, examining your nose as he rotates your head up and down. "Who did this to you?"

"It....It doesn't matter." You mutter, pulling away from him before heading for the living room.

"What's g-What's that?" Sherlock almost copies Hannibal but you lean back, holding an arm out to stop him. But he ignores it, grabbing your face to take a better look at your dried up bloody nose.

"Who did th-"

"It doesn't mattteeeeeeer." You groan this time, rolling your eyes as you once again pull yourself away. "It's just somebody from school that dislike me for no fucking reason." Your voice gets lower at the end of your sentence.

There really no reas-

"I'm sorry?" Sherlock frowns. "And you didn't think about telling us about this earlier? We would've hel-"

"How?" You cut Sherlock off, bitterness lacing your voice. You violently swing your coat and toss it on the sofa. "How the fuck would you have been able to help?"

"I know a way." Your dad joins in. You can sense the smirk creeping up on his lips. You can hear it in his voice.

"Is it a boy, or a girl?" Sherlock asks and before you get to reply, your dad does.

"It doesn't matter to me." Your dad jerks his knife playfully.. Although...the darkness in his eyes doesn't look so playful.

"What are their names, honey?" The doctor's voice is hauntingly blank. Just filled with nothingness. Like the person inside of him suddenly disappeared. And Sherlock senses it too.

"Father...Calm down...Please. I'll...." Sherlock's fatigued sigh stabs you in the heart. "I'll take care of it." He shoots his father a glare before grabbing your hand, gently. "I'll show you how to defend yourself."

You follow behind, turning when your dad speaks from a distance.

"I don't care what moves you're going to teach her, Sherlock. I'll make sure those kids never touch her again."

Your heart skips a beat. You don't want to ask. Don't want to know. You'd really rather not. But you ignore that...fear anyways. Why would you care. At least you had them to take care of you.

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wtf was this, am i right? I don't even how i managed to write it. Anyways, i hope yall enjoyed it. ❤❤❤🥀🥀🥀

[mahvericks]

make you proud // hannibal lecter

For @emakenz

Request; reader is feeling like they gotta grow up asap to make hannibal proud. but he doesn't really want them to grow up, he didnt have the chance to raise them properly from birth/childhood, he wants to indulge in their childish side like he encourages them to have manners of course but he doesnt want them to get a job and move out and all that. he wants them to be dependent on him to make up for the lost years. kinda like give them a new beginning

Warnings; stress and anxiety? kinda gave reader a traumatic childhood because you know, i love angst.

Pairing; adoptive!dad!hannibal x daughter!reader

Words count; 1,8k.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Being Hannibal Lecter’s child had a lot of perks, everyone knew that but what people didn’t know- or rather, would choose to ignore was the downsides of it.

There weren’t many downsides, actually you could only name two of them- the pressure of not disappointing him and having to hold up to the expectations people had over you.

Hannibal was known to be near perfection, always fancy dressed, so well-spoken, incredibly smart, cultivated and people had a lot of respect for him- of course, people expected you to be just like him.

Now, you had been taught to be well-mannered by your parents from a very young age until they passed away- at that time, you were still a young child and one of the only thing you truly kept from them was your manners.

Mostly growing up in an orphanage, you quickly understood you would have to grow up faster than you normally should have. Ever since you got into your teenage years, you were helping around and look after the younger kids.

Of course, you still had times where you allowed yourself to be a child, especially when you played with the younger children, but the rest of the time, you almost always acted like an adult.

It had been three months since you left the orphanage to start a new life with your adoptive father, and to say the least, the first few days had been difficult. Not because you didn’t get along with him but as surprising as it could sound, it had been hard for you to get accustomed to your new environment.

Before meeting Hannibal, you had always dreamed of getting out of the orphanage, you had seen many children get adopted and you wondered if your turn would come- as the years went by, you lost all hope of having a family until the day you met him.

Now that you were living with Hannibal, you had a family again, someone who cared for you- a father. You didn’t form that much of a bond yet, you didn’t blame him as he was an incredibly busy man, being a psychiatrist and helping the FBI was taking most of his time.

The few last weeks you had spent in the orphanage, you had started thinking about applying for part-time job but without actually doing so due to the lack of time you had for yourself.

However, now that you were living with Hannibal and had no one to look after anymore, you had much more free time to look seriously into finding a part-time job. You weren’t picky, anything that would allow you to earn enough money while dealing with high school would do.

The past few days, you had applied to three different jobs without telling your father as you barely saw him in the morning and the evening- from what you heard when a man showed up asking for Hanninal’s help, this new case was complex and time-consuming.

All you could do now was to wait for an answer which happened to be the most stressful part of it- once past the interviews for the jobs, you thought nothing about this would be more stressful, clearly you were wrong.

Over the years, you taught yourself how to keep your feelings to yourself, to keep everything inside- and after years of doing this, it was getting harder to have all these negative feelings inside of you. You knew it wasn’t good or healthy but it was how you taught yourself to deal with emotions.

For some reasons, it seemed like the stress and anxiety you had been feeling since you applied for those jobs were your breaking point. You realized that early this morning when you woke up, all you could feel was sadness and your heavy heart.

You had no energy or motivation to do anything at all, if you could have, you would have stayed in bed all day doing nothing- but you couldn’t do that, on top of everything you couldn’t become a disappointment to Hannibal.

Spending the first day of your weekend to try studying for the next week was harder than you imagined- your mind didn’t want to focus one bit today making your already awful day even more frustrating.

It wasn’t until the halfway through the afternoon that you finally gave up, there was no point in trying to study when you couldn’t even read one line before zoning out. If you couldn’t even bring yourself to study when feeling down, you couldn’t be anything else than a disappointment.

For a while, you felt like suffocating inside of the manor, to the point that you had to get out to calm yourself down. After a moment passing back and forth in the garden, you sat down on the stairs leading inside Hannibal’s home.

Sniffing quietly, you tried your best to fight back the tears- you didn’t want to let your sadness get the best of you, but you mostly didn’t want to have to justify why you looked this shitty when your father would get home.

As a single tear rolled down your cheek, you quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand, thinking you were all alone you couldn’t help but swear, “ fuck! ”

You were aware how Hannibal felt about swearing, he made it clear from the day you moved in- he didn’t like them and didn’t want to hear any in his home, “ now what did I say about swearing, y/n? ”

Jumping at the sound of Hannibal’s voice, you didn’t hear him coming or even saw the car parked, probably because of how lost you were feeling. Gulping, you realized how you had fucked up and was already considered as a disappointment now.

“ You said you didn’t want to hear a single swear word inside your home because it’s rude. I’m sorry. ”

“ Want to talk about what’s bothering you? ”

“ No, not really. It’s just- it’s a bad day. Tomorrow will be better. ”

“ It might be,” said Hannibal as he sat on the stairs next to you, “ however the feelings bothering you will come back at some point, it’s not good for you to keep everything for yourself. ”

“ Please, don’t do this. I’m not your patient and I don’t want to be psychoanalyzed.”

“ That’s not what am I doing here. I’m here to listen to you because you’re my daughter. ”

“ It’s just- god this is going to sound stupid,” rubbing your face with your hands, you sighed before allowing the truth to comes out, “ these past few weeks have been really stressful to me- getting used to this new life, not having to worry about the other kids anymore, school and homeworks. It’s a lot of new things and I’m not used to change. ”

“ You’ve been through a lot of changes recently and it’s completely understandable that you’ve been feeling stressed. ”

Quietly nodding, while you heard your adoptive father’s words, it didn’t make you feel much better. Quickly looking up, you tried to blink the tears away as you sniffled, “ I feel so drained and that makes me feel like a total failure and I don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”

“ Why would I be disappointed in you, y/n? ”

“ I'm not sure? I feel like I’m not smart enough or fancy enough and I want to make you proud. You gave me a chance at a better life and making you proud would be the least I can do as a thank you. ”

Hannibal attentively listened to each of your words- ever since you moved with him, he had noticed from the first day that you struggled to open up, to talk about your feelings to the point that it was the first time in three months that you were openly talking about how you felt. Of course, over the past few days, Hannibal had noticed some signs that showed you were stressed, but not to this extend. 

Putting a gentle hand on your shoulder, he pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head, he said, “ you don’t have to put this much pressure on yourself y/n, you’re a smart kid and you’re doing well in school- that’s enough to make me proud.”

“ You’re not only saying this to reassure me? ”

“ No, I mean it. I don’t want you to pressure yourself into trying to be perfect, all I ask is that you keep doing great in school. ”

�� That’s it? You don’t want me to find a job or anything like that? ”

“ Of course not, why would I want that? ”

Shrugging at his question, you slowly began to realize how much unnecessary pressure you had been putting on yourself, “ so I can be independent quickly and move out once I turn eighteen? ”

“ You don’t have to move out once you turn eighteen, y/n. I don’t know what you’ve been told before, but you’ll always be welcomed to stay here.”

“ I thought that’s why you adopted me instead of someone younger. ”

“ What would be the point of adopting a child if once they turn eighteen, you don’t want to care for them anymore? ”

“ I don’t know, ” you didn’t think this conversation would actually help you to feel better or at the very least, to help you deal with your stress better, “ but now, I have to tell you that I already applied to a few part-time jobs. ”

“ You should have talked about it with me before applying, y/n. I won’t stop you from taking a job if that’s what you want but you deserve to enjoy your teenage years. ”

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t want to upset you. You’ve been so busy helping the FBI so I didn’t want to bother. ”

“ I’m not upset. I’m aware that this case has been taking all my time but I want you to know, no matter what it is, you will never bother me. ”

Nodding, you remained silent this time- not knowing what to say but you were most definitely grateful to hear that you didn’t upset or bother him. Back at the orphenage, you often felt like you were bothering everyone you’d ask for help, but it was different now.

“ What would you say about going away for a few days once this case is over? Just you and me, we’ll go wherever you want to and you’ll get to pick what we do. ”

“ Really? What about school? And if the FBI need your help again? ”

“ You’re doing good enough in school to miss a day or two and as for the FBI, they can go on without me for a few days. We need to catch up on a lot of years. ”

“ Then I’d love to do that. ”

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Dark! Hannibal Lecter, and John Wick x Young Mother! Reader| Part Two

Part One

Hannibal Lecter:

Everything was going on well between you and Hannibal.

Your daughter even considers him her real father, which shows how he is a great stepfather.

Everything was perfect.

That was until you discovered his secret.

The moment you found out that he is a cannibal, you put out a plan to escape and take your daughter with you.

You really thought that booking a hotel room would be a solution.

But Hannibal managed to discover your plan considering how he has your phone and the house devices watched.

It was a huge shock for you to see him returning home early from work, right before you could escape.

Hannibal with a smile on his face, hugs you before giving your daughter a new toy.

After your daughter returns back to her room, Hannibal sets you down for a conversation.

Surprisingly he's calm.

"Why did you think that it was a good idea to escape? You barely have money and our daughter will live in a poor condition, I thought you were intelligent, my dear"

You sob into Hannibal's arms as he hugs you, knowing very well that he has successfully trapped you.

John Wick:

You didn't enjoy your life with John even though he treated you and your son kindly, but still he took you away from your life.

Your son is always treated with kindness, and John made sure to provide all your needs whether it was expensive or not.

John thought that you have softened up to him as you also started to show him gestures of kindness and gratefulness.

However, it's all a plan to escape.

You don't want him as a husband to you or a father to your child.

When the right time came, you fled to the airport.

However, John never lets his guard down before you can even enter the airport, he was waiting for you.

The assassin simply walks over and picks up your son, before grabbing your suitcases and putting them into the car.

From fear, you couldn't even shout for help.

"Mama said we are going on a trip by the flight" your son whines as John gently fastens his seatbelt.

"Unfortunately, the flight was cancelled due to the bad weather" John replies, while staring at you coldly.

"She knows very well how I worry about your and her sake"

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It Runs In The Family | Hannibal Lecter

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summary: not only is there a secret that you and hannibal are keeping from the fbi, but a secret that you’ve been keeping from him

pairing: stepfather! hannibal lecter x fem! reader

words: 3.3k

a/n: this is hannibal so you know the tw’s, also includes description of murder, inc3st to an extent (just dabbles in), and well everything else

also this is my first time tapping into genres like this and i love it. i really love this piece and hopefully so do you!

The smell of eggs, bacon, and sausages filled your nose as they swept past your nose hairs alerting your brain that it was time for breakfast.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day is what all doctors said, including your father, well stepfather. It was the hardest meal for you to get down though. Not because the food wasn’t delectable or filling, but because of other reasons you couldn’t disclose and be open about.

‘Y/n darling, breakfast is ready.’ You heard your stepfather shout from downstairs, hearing the plates make contact with the wooden table that often had company of other aristocratic guests that were in awe of his dinner parties.

His voice left a familiar trail of tension down your every body hair, a feeling that was indescribable but you knew that it wasn’t an acceptable feeling to have, more of an ashamed guilt-tripping spark that ignited and was unable to be put out no matter how hard you tried.

Next to you on your dark wooden bedside table stood a picture, taken last year in October when you visited Germany. In the pictures you stood next to Hannibal and your mother. She died shortly after you returned back to Baltimore. The cancer had reached stage 4 and there was nothing you nor him could’ve done to prevent it. And though she left, he stayed. You weren’t his blood, his offspring, pretty much anything to him, just the child of the woman he loved. Out of his love for your mother he decided to stay and not to abandon you. Of course he loved you as a daughter too, but it was rare seeing people like him care so much about circumstances like yours. He stayed for you, cared for you, loved you like his own, which may have contributed to this confusing solicitude.

You pulled back your warm bed covers exposing your feet and pink cotton pyjamas that you were given by Hannibal last Christmas, and lifted yourself up to get yourself in order before descending down the stairs.

Hair; brushed, Contacts; put in, your heels on the stairs, making contact with the carpet that covered them and led straight through the hall where it ended abruptly in front of the doorway your father was walking past the opening to plate the last few items.

It was no secret that Hannibal was a perfectionist, especially when it came to his culinary arts he indulged in every day, something people would call an addiction if it wasn’t cooking.

Entering the room a large glossy table stood in the middle of the room, one side facing the wall with plants sitting inside stone pots attached to the material. The front was drowning in the rays of sunlight as they pierced through the window and curtains, sprawling across the table, leaving a nice warm tint on the brown surface. The white plates sat on the opposite side, a helping of Hannibal’s favourite morning protein scramble that included sausages, with a side of raw veggies so it wouldn’t be too unhealthy and oily.

‘Sit down,’ Hannibal entered the room. His left hand carrying a jug of orange juice you know he freshly squeezed moments before re-entering the room again. ‘It’s still hot.’

You did as he said and sat down in front of your plate. The smell now increasing as you sat before it. A seductive smell manipulating your senses.

Hannibal sat down, pouring some of the juice into your glass. He pulled his chair towards him, sitting down before grabbing his napkin and swiftly laying it across his lap, careful not to ruin the expensive Brioni suit that cost more than most people’s cars.

He nodded his head, signaling you to dig into your food.

Your knife and fork found themselves in your hands, piercing through the soft consistency of egg and sausage, making sure to have both on one fork before placing it in your mouth.

‘What are your plans for today?’ Your father asked, a piece of cucumber entering past his soft-looking lips.

You took a sip of water before answering, your hands under the table, the nervous playing of your hands too ashamed to be seen.

‘I’m going to see Dr. Heilenbroch, and maybe see Alina afterwards.’

He smiled in response. Something he often did.

‘Father,’ you cleared your throat, nervous the piece of food might get stuck as soon as the question you wanted to ask left your lips. ‘Why did you never leave after my mother died?’ You played with the eggs on your plate, unable to maintain eye contact or any contact at all. A question you’ve been meaning to ask for months yet always too cautious to ask such a controversial question.

Hannibal took his time chewing his food.

‘Because you’re just as much my family?’ He raised his eyebrow slightly, ‘Did you think that I would abandon my parental figure just because we share no DNA and our mutual connection passed?’

‘I guess.’ You shrugged your shoulders, continuing to eat.

Hannibal’s gaze stayed upon you, not sure if his answer was good enough. ‘Eat your breakfast.’ He smiled, trying to maintain a comfortable silence. ‘You’ll be late to your appointment with Dr. Heilenbroch. Those are fresh sausages.’ He pointed at your plate, ‘from last night's catch.’

‘Who is it?’

‘Gabriel Lousdy.’

Placing another heap full into your mouth, you could taste his ego, mellow yet slightly pungent, melting into your tastebuds with every bite you took. It paired nicely with the eggs.

Hannibal’s eyes softly sat upon your frame, loving and endearing eyes on the younger version of his love. A reminder that he had found his life partner and was left with a great responsibility. He always wanted a child, someone he could share and talk to about his practice—well passion. A passion that was too complex for ordinary people to understand, yet you did. You understood.

‘You have to be careful not to get caught.’ A tone of worry rolled off your tongue.

‘I don’t care.’ Hannibal said but caught himself again. ‘Well, I would be lying if I dismissed that. I want to be a free man in this free world. I won’t get caught because my manipulation on their minds has wired them into completely looking the other way as the mastermind stands within their reach.’

‘Do you care about me?’ You shoved more food into your mouth.

‘Of course I do.’

‘And how would I believe the word of a psychopath?’ Your eyes sharpened, your tongue pressing against your teeth unconsciously.

‘Because psychopaths can have a select person they genuinely feel feelings of likeness for, or deeply care and bond with. It is rare but possible. For me it was your mother and you.’

You continued to finish breakfast with a pleasant conversation before setting off to your room to get ready for your appointment with your therapist.

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Doctor Heilenbroch sat opposite you like she did in every session. Her pen making rhythmic sounds as it flicked against her notepad, a distraction she craved whenever patients with harder thoughts to detangle came in to see her.

‘We’ll continue from last week's session,’ she said almost monotonously. ‘When you mentioned that you have feelings of fondness towards your stepfather. That is still correct?’

You nodded only enough that she could make it out. Ashamed that someone else but you knew of this.

‘Is there a reason as to why you feel this connection? A certain event that may have sparked this new insight?’

‘N—no,’ you stumbled over your words, not really sure what to say. ‘The day my mother introduced me to him, I already thought he was attractive and well…’ you paused. ‘Thought of him sexually, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, it was always there and I was aware of it. Since my mother’s passing it’s been harder to control the urge to do something with him…yeah.’ Your voice faded into the silence.

‘The urge to do something?’ She repeated your words but as a question.

‘Yes.’

‘What urges would that be?’ Just as monotone as before.

You knew it was her job, but bringing a smile into the conversation wouldn’t be that bad.

‘Kissing him, touching him, being with him closer than I should be.’

‘Are those desires you crave throughout the day?’

‘Of course I do,’ you scoffed, ‘I literally just told you? Don’t you listen?’ You rolled your eyes. You tried to keep it under control, she was just doing her job and you were just another fucked up patient who Doctor Heilenbroch, detached from her profession judged.

‘Y/n, I know this is hard for you and I understand your frustration with the whole situation, I mean this isn’t easy. The one person you truly care for is your own father, even if it isn’t by blood. There is still a huge power shift in the dynamic. He could be using it to his advantage. And as you told me,’ she flipped through her notes, ‘he’s a psychiatrist just like me, it’s most likely that he knows of those feelings but chooses to ignore them.’

‘What if he doesn’t know?’ You met her eyes only for the second time since you entered the room.

‘He thinks that all the taking care and being nice to you is nothing more but protecting his wife’s daughter.’

‘And what would happen if I did something with him, Doctor?’

‘Then one of you would go to jail.’ Dr. Heilenbroch said calmly. ‘Are you planning on doing something, Y/n?’

‘Of course not.’ Your back relaxed into the seat, the cushions pressing into your back comfortably. ‘As much as I want to do it, Doctor, I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t want to put myself or him into prison.’

‘That’s a good start to the problem you have. A stable one too. Only a person who knows how hurtful it can be to pursue those relationships can make out the big picture at the end. You’ve done a great job at painting it.’

You smiled awkwardly, not really knowing what type of reaction she was looking for.

‘That’s all we have time for today. Let’s put a period at today’s session and continue in our next appointment that will be next Thursday at 2:45 pm.’ She placed her things on the coffee table before standing up and writing down the details for the next appointment.

You stood up quite fast and walked out of the office with heavy but fast paced footsteps, making your way to Alina’s house.

Would you ruin the relationship you had with Hannibal? Do you want to ruin it? Is this what Hannibal was thinking too? Did he too feel a connection? Or was it just you? Who mistaked clear father-daughter-affection for something more?

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‘How was your session?’ Alina asked, walking beside you as you both walked towards your house, wanting to spend time there rather than at her house which was filled with constant noise of the twin brothers that just turned eight years of age.

‘Good.’

Alina’s hands gently made contact with your finger before intertwining your hands, swinging them back and forth, almost skipping in excitement seeing her friend after weeks since school ended.

‘Alina,’ you trailed on, sceptical if this was the right approach to tell her your secret. Especially when you were only two minutes away from your house. ‘There’s something I want to tell you but I’m afraid you’ll see me differently…’

‘Y/n,’ she looked at with a serious yet grin on her face. ‘Nothing you’ll tell me will ever make me think of you differently! You’re my best friend and I’ll stand by you no matter what.’

You approached your house and climbed up the stone steps. Every step made you more nervous than the last one. You swore you could feel a cold sweat droplet rolling down the side of your face as soon as you tried to open your mouth and say the same words you said to Doctor Heilenbroch two weeks ago.

‘I—Well—I’m not quite sure I—‘

‘Just say it, Y/n!’ Alina turned your body so that you were now directly facing each other. Eye to eye. Chest to chest.

‘I’m—‘ You paused for a moment, collecting yourself before weakening yourself with the information you were going to put out. ‘I’m in love with my father…’

Alina stayed quiet. Her eyes wide with shock, her lips slightly apart, her face stiff. Her hands that she placed on your shoulders moments before you said those words, slid off your body, loosely hanging next to her sides as she stayed silent.

Your eyes shook, your breath hitched when you realised that her reaction was not what you expected. ‘Alina?’ You whispered. ‘Say something please.’ An almost whiny tone came past your lips.

‘Y/n, what is wrong with you?’ She pulled her eyebrows together, her words now sharp and judgemental.

‘What—What do you mean?’

‘You’re in love with your father?’ She took a step back. ‘That’s fucking disgusting. You thought I would accept that?’

‘You’re my best friend!’

‘Best friends don’t have to agree with everything?’ Alina said loudly, scanning the environment to see if someone was listening in to their conversation.

‘But—‘

‘No buts, Y/n.’

The betrayal of your best friend stirred something inside of you. With every second a glooming ball of anger grew inside of you. A sort of rage you had never experienced before but your intentions of what you wanted to do were clear.

Were you like your father? No? Yes? Maybe? You wanted to give her to him, to show Hannibal how much you loved him, and that’s exactly what you were going to do.

You slipped your hand into the right pocket of your padded jacket and pulled out a knife you carried around for protection. You placed it against her abdomen, covering the sight with your body as you leaned towards her ear.

‘You’re going to stay silent and walk into my house,’ you narrowed your eyes at her. ‘If you don’t,’ you paused, ‘you’ll come to find out how painful wounds to the stomach are.’

Alina’s eyes reflecting betrayal, nodded, understanding the seriousness of the situation.

You grabbed your keys from the other pocket and unlocked the door, ushering Alina inside, the knife pressed towards the small of her back as she placed foot after foot into the hallway before you closed and locked the front door letting a mildly loud bang erupt.

‘Y/n, is that you?’ You heard Hannibal’s voice through your clouded thoughts, him moments later standing in front of you, a weird look painted on his face as his eyes darted to you and then towards Alina. Repeating the movement a few times before his eyes rested upon you.

‘What’s going on?’ He asked, his gorgeous face visible in the hallway light, his stance sexy as ever, your eyes full of lust as you stood next to Alina who still had the knife against her back.

‘Don’t move or I’ll fucking kill you, whore.’ You whispered the threat into her ear before carefully placing each step after another, moving towards Hannibal slowly. Slowly enough to rethink the action you were going to take.

Once you stood before him, you lifted yourself off the ground with your toes and grabbed Hannibal by the sides of his face. His hard stubble made contact with your soft skin as you pulled his face towards yours, your lips crashing against his.

His lips soft as butter melting into yours. A feeling of new developed love took over your body like a fever, engulfed in what seemed a daydream but was reality.

Hannibal kissed back only for a second, momentarily lost in the kiss before pushing himself off of you making you stumble a bit.

‘Y/n, why did you do that?’ His stern voice said as you glanced back at Alina to make sure she was still present, her face a mix of disgust and fright.

‘You said you loved me.’ You looked up at him through your eyelashes, a trick that worked on a few guys at school. ‘Did you lie?’ Your tone more reproachful.

‘Of course I do, but not like this.’

But Hannibal’s words were not convincing. It seemed like he too was fighting the urge to pull you back into his arms. Lips craving the touch of yours, his hands wanting to roam every inch of your body.

‘I brought you her.’ You said to him, not being bothered to look back at Alina since it was obvious who you were talking about. ‘Meat that belongs to my best friend, well not anymore because she lied about always supporting me.’ You glared.

You stepped back towards her figure, taking a step behind her, dragging the knife against her cheek, cutting it, your finger collecting a drop of blood you licked off your finger before collecting another one and walking back to him.

‘She’s sweet.’ You half smiled and smirked, brushing your finger against his lips, letting the blood coat his lips.

‘You’re insane!’ Alina’s high-pitched yell made you spin around on your heels.

‘Oh shut up, Alina.’ You moaned. ‘Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?’

Alina started to sprint towards the doors that were connected to other rooms but found that they were all locked. No escape out of this place. Her hands balled up against the wooden doors, screaming, crying, losing hope all at once; a beautiful sight both you and Hannibal couldn’t deny.

‘Alina,’ you whispered endearingly, your eyes softening, putting away the knife as Hannibal watched you from the place his feet hadn’t left since you walked through the front door. ‘I’m sorry.’ A tear slipped through your lashes.

Alina backed up into a corner. Her lips quivering in fear as you approached her slowly. ‘Stay away from me you freak!’

‘It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.’

She closed her eyes and faced away from your presence.

‘I promise I won’t hurt you—too much.’ And you plunged the knife into her heart.

Your smiley eyes staring into her rounded eyes. One smirking, the other’s wide open. ‘I won’t let any part of you go to waste.’

You retrieved the knife back from her chest cavity and watched her fall to the ground where she sat in the corner of the room. Her thick red blood pooling beneath her, the liquid reflecting you.

‘If you would’ve just accepted me.’ You brushed her hairs behind her ear as life slowly began to leave her eyes. ‘You would’ve met a different fate.’

You stood back up letting the knife fall to the ground before walking back to Hannibal like you had moments ago. Next moment you stood very close to him, your lips briefly touching his but this time you did not move.

‘I bet she’ll make a good Lasagna.’ You moved your lips against his, your blood coated hands grabbing his face one more time.

This time Hannibal was the one that crashed his lips against yours. His flesh melting into yours. The kiss growing hungrier and deeper with every second. The urge to finally do what both of you wanted overpowered you and took over your body.

‘Jump.’ He whispered against your lips, and you did.

He walked towards the bedroom finally removing your clothes like you always dreamed of. The pink lingerie burned into his pupils as lust took over and his big rough hands tore the lacey fabric from your body before indulging in the sweetest dessert he would learn to love infinitely. A taste sweeter than any human flesh he had ever tasted before.

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Reintroductions - Hannibal Lecter Imagine (Hannibal)

Title: Reintroductions

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter X Reader

Word Count: 5,197 words

Warning(s): kidnapping, violence, torture, mention of murder, mention of disordered eating

Summary: (Season 3, Episode 7) (Y/n) faces Will and Hannibal again after the pair are brought back from Europe. But it's not in the way that they ever wanted it to happen.

Author's Note: This got so out of hand because I was being so dramatic. But hey, that's the Hannibal way.

MORE OF THIS OC HERE!

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(Y/n) had been lonely without Will around.

The house was suddenly far too big. Even with the dogs to keep them company, they were still lonely. It was hard to have their best friend running around Europe with very limited information about whether or not he was alive.

Alana had tried to help.

After her recovery from Hannibal's attack, she would stop by to check on (Y/n). They were usually playing with the dogs or were curled up in Will's armchair while doing different things- writing in a little notebook, reading, or just attempting to relax. Alana had even walked in to find (Y/n) attempting to juggle.

She distinctly noticed the weight that (Y/n) had lost. She wasn't the first one to notice. Will saw it progress over time and even Jack saw it when he stopped by after Will had left for Europe.

"I brought you something," Alana said as she walked in. (Y/n) closed the door behind her.

"Oh," they asked. "What is it?"

Alana wasn't a brilliant chef, but she could throw something together if she needed to. She saw the look on (Y/n)'s face when she handed them the Tupperware. (Y/n)'s smile was something Alana was familiar with, so when it was fake, it was easy to tell.

"You shouldn't have," they tried to force a chuckle as a shaky hand accepted the gift.

"Have you been eating," Alana asked bluntly.

(Y/n) wished that they hadn't befriended so many people in the psychology field.

"(Y/n)?"

"I've... I try," they nodded. "It's... been hard. I can't really eat anything that I don't make. Anything else... I can't trust it."

Alana just nodded. "I'm sorry. I didn't... I didn't even think of that."

"It's okay," (Y/n) promised. "I... I can make us something-"

"I can't... I can't stay."

"Oh."

"I have a client to meet, I'm sorry."

(Y/n) was starting to get very tired of apologies. That's all they heard. On and on and on with the 'I'm sorry'. Even Freddie had said it. Granted that was in the hopes of getting some kind of exclusive interview, but the point still stood.

"It's fine," (Y/n) said. "I'll see you later?"

Alana nodded. She pulled them into a tight hug. Same tight hug as always. Every time she hugged them, she wanted to cry for them. She knew that (Y/n) hadn't been physically attacked, but she couldn't help but focus on all that (Y/n) had lost. And almost lost.

Close friends, their relationship, their trust... a daughter.

It made Alana's stomach churn.

She should've stayed that day. She should've called the Verger estate and explained that there was a personal emergency.

Maybe then, she wouldn't be faced with a house that was empty. With the exception of the dogs, of course. They were sniffing around the house and whining, looking for a sign of one of their owners.

"(Y/n)," Alana yelled into the empty house.

There was no response.

Alana searched every part of that house. Every room, the space around it.

(Y/n) was just gone.

Their stuff was still there. Even their car.

It was clear that (Y/n) hadn't run away. They had been taken.

Alana barely knew where to start. Everyone she knew that could help was gone. Off in Europe playing some cat and mouse game. Will chasing Hannibal, Jack chasing Will, Mason using the police force to chase both Hannibal and Will.

Alana did all that she could between discovering her friend's disappearance and returning to the Verger estate.

"You look troubled, Dr. Bloom."

Alana's attention turned to Mason instead of blindly looking off into space. She forced a grin at the absolutely infuriating man. She was truly using him for her own good.

"What's on your mind," he asked.

"A friend of mine is gone," she explained simply. She didn't want him to know about (Y/n). The poor thing had been enough without this man around.

"You don't mean (Y/n), do you?"

Alana's heart almost stopped. Her forced grin fell. No. There was no way.

"I tried to talk to Dr. Lecter about them," he explained. "Poor thing is just so trusting. Even after all that man put them through."

"Where are they," Alana asked. "What did you do?"

"Dr. Lecter knew better. He knew that I would find them. He really didn't think about the consequences of his actions."

"Where is (Y/n)?"

"Relax, Dr. Bloom, they're safe. Well. Safe for now."

Alana clenched her jaw.

"Surely, Dr. Lecter doesn't think his torture will be purely physical."

(Y/n) had no idea where they were. The walls were dark, the room was small and the only thing in the room was the rope tying their wrists to some hook in the wall.

Once they became aware of the situation they were in, they began pulling at the ropes. The material was rough and dragged at their skin. Burns turned into cuts. They felt the tears falling both out of fear and pain.

They only stopped fighting when the door opened. A strange kind of wheelchair was rolled in by some man.

"Mr. Verger has requested your presence at dinner."

(Y/n) shook their head, trying to move away from the man. The man only undid the rope long enough to restrain (Y/n) with his arms and drag them to the wheelchair.

(Y/n) was sobbing. Screaming. For help. For the man to just let them go. Pleas of pain and fear that were falling on deaf ears. The sobs were muffled when a makeshift gag was tied around their head.

Their arms and legs were strapped down. Their mouth was gagged.

They could do nothing but cry as they were rolled through the house. The grand halls and beautiful details were such a stark contrast to the dark events the occurred within their walls. It was so strange.

They were rolled backward into a dining room a few moments later, pushed up to the side of the table. They looked at the others at the table.

They were stuck in a state of shock for a few moments. Across from them was Will. He had bruises and cuts all over his face. They had put a nice suit on him, but he looked awful. And just as stunned to see them at Mason Verger's dining table.

To (Y/n)'s left was the man of the hour.

Hannibal Lecter.

In the flesh for the first time since his life had been shown to them. He had bruises and cuts along his face too. (Y/n) hated that their first instinct was to check on him. After all this time- all this anger- they still wanted him safe more than anything.

He looked calm as he made eye contact with his past partner. Maybe it was true calmness. Maybe it was all just an act to show Mason that his attempts of psychological harm would have no true impact on him.

The gag fell away from (Y/n)'s mouth a few moments later. They tried to spit a few times, feeling like the fabric had left a layer behind on their tongue.

"Go on," Mason urged them. "Say hello to your friends. I know you haven't seen the pair of them in ages!"

(Y/n) looked to Will and was met with a silent look to just do what they were told. For now, at least.

"Hello, Will," they greeted like they were crying.

"Hello, (Y/n)," he forced a grin at them. It was meant to be reassuring. It wasn't.

"Don't forget your lover at the end of the table there," Mason pushed.

(Y/n)'s eyes screwed shut. They gasped as their jaw was grabbed and they were forced to look at Hannibal.

"So sorry, Dr. Lecter, I remember (Y/n) being so polite."

"H-Hello, Hannibal," (Y/n) muttered. The hand fell from their jaw.

"I missed you, (Y/n)," he replied. They forced a grin, scared of what would happen if they didn't. Hannibal offered them a wink and a smirk. A promise more than just mere reassurance.

"Now that reintroductions are done, where was I," Mason said. "Ah, yes, the surgery."

(Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed.

"The transplant surgery is extremely skillful, which is why Cordell here," Mason nodded to the man that had been serving the food for the night, "will be performing the face-off."

When Cordell turned to Will and politely greeted him, it all clicked into place for (Y/n). He was going to kill Hannibal, but that was his main course. Will was a passion project.

The only reason (Y/n) did speak up then was because of the look on Hannibal's face when they turned to him. It silenced them. Reminded them of just how little power they had in this situation.

"You boys- Will, Hannibal- remind me of that German cannibal who advertised for a friend and then ate him and his penis before he died," Mason continued. "So sorry to exclude you, my dear. But you understand the point that I'm going for."

(Y/n) was not upset about being left out of the history lesson.

"The tragedy being that the penis was overcooked," he continued regardless. "Go to all that trouble to eat a friend and you overcook his penis. They ate it anyway. They had to, they committed. But they didn't enjoy it. I'm committed to enjoying every bite of you."

"You're going to eat him... with my face," Will asked.

"Yes. I got a taste for it after you two had me eat my nose."

Another thing to add to the ever-expanding list of things that no one told (Y/n) about.

"You must be terribly proud that you could bring this off," Hannibal said. "It's dangerous to get exactly what you want. What will you do after you've eaten me?"

"You could wreck some foster homes and torment some children," Will suggested sarcastically.

"No, I'll drink martinis made with tears," Mason replied. Something about the look on his face told (Y/n) that that was not a joke.

"But where, Mason, would the hard-core fun come from," Hannibal asked.

"I'll still have (Y/n)."

The air shifted. The other three members of the party tensed. Will and (Y/n) far more visibly than Hannibal, who kept such a reaction trained in his eyes more than his face.

(Y/n) thought that if they hadn't lived through this night, then at least their death may be quick. But this idea of living long past Hannibal being devoured made their heart fall into the depths of Hell.

"Could have Cordell make some amazing meals for them," he continued. "We all know (Y/n) has grown accustomed to such delicacies."

That old sick feeling was back. The one that came when they learned about Hannibal feeding them. Now, the threat of eating Hannibal brought it back tenfold.

Hannibal saw it on their face. Even if they held nothing but anger in their heart, they could never knowingly be a part of someone's pain. Not even his. No matter how much he may have deserved such pain.

"Cordell, Mr. Graham is looking very dry. A little moisturizer, please."

"I'm curious," Hannibal spoke again. "What will be the first cuts of me you'll serve?"

"The first course will be your hands and feet," Cordell explained. "Sizzling on a Promethean barbecue. The coal is white and very hard. Makes a clear ringing sound when struck."

"And after that," Mason added. "We'll have a little pajama party, you and I. (Y/n) too if they behave. You can be in shorties by then. Cordell is going to keep you alive for a very long time."

Any further conversation was interrupted by Will suddenly moving forward and sinking his teeth into Cordell's face. He pulled back, tearing a piece of flesh with him. While Cordell attempted to nurse his wound, Will spit the bite onto the plate in front of him. There was blood on his chin and coating his teeth.

It was a side of Will that (Y/n) hadn't truly scene. They saw hints of it. Just before he left for Europe. But here he was, allowing it to be on full display for the world to see.

"Well," Mason said. "No pajama party for you, Mr. Graham. We're gonna feed you to the pigs as soon as Cordell has removed your face. In a much more civilized fashion that you just tried to remove his."

Will was wheeled out a moment later.

(Y/n) was next to go. They were taken back to their small cell and tied to the wall again. They tried to fight back, but there were three people there. They were never going to win that fight.

"Let me go! Let me go now!"

(Y/n) yelled as the door was shut and locked.

"Let me out! I won't let you do this!"

They pulled at the ropes again, trying to ignore the pain.

Will and Hannibal were now on the line. Not to mention themself. There was too much at stake now for them to be scared of hurting themselves.

It was a constant loop. Rough pulling met with cutting and burning skin. The sobs that escaped them could break anyone's heart. They were left on the floor, begging for something to help them as they continued to fight to get out of their hell.

(Y/n) only stopped frantically pulling on the rope when the door opened. Instead, they frantically moved toward the wall, trying to stay as far from the door as possible.

The person who walked in held their hands up.

It was a woman. Gold shirt, dark skirt. There were tracks of tears on her face. She was dressed too nicely to be one of Mason's staff.

"I'm here to help," she said immediately. "I'm... I'm Margot."

Margot. Margot Verger. Will had mentioned her in passing a few times. Hannibal too. (Y/n) had never gotten the chance to meet her.

"I should've gotten here sooner."

(Y/n) didn't know that Margot was referring to the instructions that Hannibal had given them. Which was merely one sentence within his list. Get (Y/n) out.

"Hold still," she instructed, kneeling in front of them. There was a knife in her hand. She froze when she saw the skin that had been rubbed away by the ropes. "I'm so sorry."

(Y/n) didn't reply as Margot reached forward and sliced through the rope holding their wrists. (Y/n) pulled their arms to their chest and moved closer to the wall.

"Go on," Margot nodded toward the door. "Mason should be under sedation right now."

(Y/n) stood up, carefully stepping around the woman before taking off down the hall.

(Y/n) didn't leave the estate. Not when they didn't know where Will was. Finding the surgical room was easy enough. There was only one person in the room though. Will.

"Oh my-"

They ran to his side. The cut had just been started, a line starting near his temple and moving down his face. But it didn't seem to get far enough to truly kill him. And then, the worst part.

"They left you awake," (Y/n) muttered, looking down at Will's eyes. Tired and in pain, but still very much awake. (Y/n) felt ready to vomit. "Okay... Okay. I'm gonna get you out of here, alright?"

Will didn't respond or move, but (Y/n) wasn't expecting him to.

They reached down and tried to carefully pull the I.V from Will's arm. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

They grabbed a cotton ball from the table nearby and held it to the small spot of blood. They taped it to his skin.

They didn't have a chance to do anything more before they heard someone walking into the room. Their eyes fell on Hannibal, now standing in the doorway.

He grinned at them gently.

(Y/n) didn't return the smile. Instead, they silently scanned him for any sign of wounds beyond that on his face.

"He branded my back," Hannibal caught onto (Y/n)'s dancing eyes. "I'm fine. I've taken care of them."

(Y/n) almost didn't want to believe him, but they weren't in a situation that allowed for many questions.

"Are you going to help me save Will or are you just going to watch?"

(Y/n)'s question was blunt, but it still aided the growth of Hannibal's grin. He nodded, coming over to the pair. He helped (Y/n) take care of Will's face bleeding. It was a small cut. Cordell hadn't gotten much done before Hannibal interrupted them before.

Hannibal picked Will up before they could even suggest a better solution.

Will lost consciousness soon after that. (Y/n) was worried. Hannibal promised that Will was still alive and was going to get through this.

The pair walked through the snow and darkness. The trip was silent and time-consuming. The blood covering Hannibal's face was concerning (Y/n) now, but they didn't want to bring it up.

The only interruption to their walk was a silenced gunshot that came out from the trees. It took out two men that had tried to follow them from the estate.

"Who was that," (Y/n) asked.

"An old friend."

Those three words have never sounded so concerning.

(Y/n) would never know how they got to Will's house without getting hurt. Well, more hurt than they already were.

Hannibal laid Will on his bed. (Y/n) went upstairs to get Will covers, which they had stolen soon after he had left for Europe. It was comforting to them.

Hannibal was checking on Will's face when they came back down. (Y/n) didn't question him. They just laid the blanket over Will's body.

And it all suddenly settled in (Y/n)'s mind. They had lived.

They tried not to linger on the thought too long. Hannibal was still there after all.

"Let me see your wrists," Hannibal said after the pair had gotten Will into bed.

"I'm fine-"

"You're hurt," he stopped them. "Let me see them."

(Y/n) didn't move toward him, but they didn't stop him when he grabbed their hands. They watched him carefully turn their arms over, investigating the state of the burns. No matter how gentle he tried to be, (Y/n) flinched when his hand brushed the skin.

"Here."

He led them over to the sink, turning on the cool water. He instructed them to keep their arms there as he moved around the kitchen and the main room. He walked over with their first aid kit and a towel, only leaving a second time to get some Aloe Vera that (Y/n) had bought for the bathroom.

They watched silently as Hannibal carefully dried their wounds. They hissed as he applied the Aloe Vera to the area.

"Sorry," he said immediately, moving onto the gauze that were in the first aid kit.

Nothing was said until after their wounds had been wrapped and taken care of.

"How is that," Hannibal asked.

"Fine," they muttered, pulling their arms from his hands.

"Good," he ignored the pain of their avoidance.

"Your back-"

"I'm fine."

He didn't allow (Y/n) to argue with his statement like he had argued with theirs.

"You should get some rest. Or try."

They nodded.

(Y/n) didn't want to go upstairs and leave Will alone. Instead, they curled up in the cushioned chair in the main room. Hannibal watched them for a few moments before sighing and grabbing a blanket from nearby. He laid it on their form before moving to sit somewhere else, trying to get comfortable as he watched over the pair.

(Y/n)'s rest was troubled and sporadic. It was more of a series of naps than anything. When they finally got up, giving up on a full night of rest, it was light outside.

Will was still asleep.

Hannibal wasn't anywhere to be seen.

When (Y/n) stood up, they caught his form outside. They slowly stepped outside.

He looked over at them as they stepped outside.

"How are you feeling," he asked.

"Exhausted," they muttered to him. "Why are you out here?"

"It's more comfortable than the dining room chair I was in."

There was a grin pulling his lips. He was trying to lighten the situation. It didn't work.

"How's your back," they asked.

"I'm not in any pain."

(Y/n) just nodded. They would give anything to not care about his injuries. They should be trying to kill him for everything that he did. Everything that he caused.

But they knew that killing him would mean that he would truly never understand the suffering that (Y/n) was still working through.

"You would've loved Florence," Hannibal tried to make conversation. (Y/n) didn't speak up. "I would've enjoyed being able to give a lecture with you in the audience. The art and the history-"

"I don't want to talk about Europe," (Y/n) snapped.

Hannibal couldn't remember hearing such anger in their voice.

"I can barely eat, you know? I can't eat anything that I don't make myself. You tried to kill Will and Alana and Jack. And... Abigail's gone. You convinced me that we could take care of her and protect and then you took her away because you didn't actually care. You just liked to make it seem like you did. You tried to take everything from me, and you still don't seem to comprehend why I am so upset with you."

Hannibal's eyes fell to the wood on the porch. (Y/n) had been holding onto this since the night he left. He knew that he had no right to interrupt them. Not now. He never would.

"I just wanted to be loved. And now, I don't think I'll ever trust myself to do that."

"Do not question my love for you," he finally replied.

"You took away my free will and tried to murder everyone I care for, and you're surprised that I'm questioning your love for me?"

Hannibal didn't reply. He expected that much. He just held some childish hope that he would be able to reverse the effects of his actions. That his love for them could overpower any hatred that would be in their heart. It was a ridiculous idea, truly. It was the closest Hannibal had come to believing in a fairytale.

"Was there ever a part of you that truly thought that we could continue together after I knew who you were," (Y/n) asked. The anger has slipped away. Leaving only a quiet voice that could tear Hannibal into pieces if they asked. "You and me? Abigail?"

Hannibal didn't respond. He thought it would only hurt them more if he said that he did.

"Invite Will over? Were we all meant to find our own place in the world? Our small corner for you to make us extravagant food and manipulate your way through life?"

There was still no response, but they saw the grin pulling at Hannibal's lips. He wanted that. He had allowed himself to imagine the potential future for them both. He saw himself coming home to (Y/n) and talking about Abigail's schooling or whatever had happened at (Y/n)'s work. He had imagined Will coming over to visit. The four of them sitting together at his table. A happy family with everything about them being carefully built on a pile of sand.

After all this time, he craved what was so clearly impossible for the remaining two to see.

"I never saw myself as one prone to addictive behavior," (Y/n) said. "Congratulations, you proved me wrong."

"It wasn't my intention," Hannibal replied, lifting his gaze to face them. "My love for you is genuine. All-consuming. Ever-lasting."

"That almost makes it all worse."

Hannibal craved hearing the sweet tone that used to fall from (Y/n)'s lips. Maybe it would've been better if the tone had turned empty, emotionless. But it didn't. There was so much pain in their words. Still as much pain as the day his truth was revealed to them.

"I need to detox from you, Hannibal. Properly and completely."

The idea could've broken Hannibal entirely. Sometimes he would wonder if allowing that brokenness to find the surface would've opened a door between (Y/n) and him.

"Because if I don't, I'll die. The only question would be whose hand would kill me. Yours or mine."

Hannibal sighed. He knew that if he stayed, if he held onto (Y/n), that version of them that he had adored, loved, and known would never return. He would never see more than the shattered version of them.

Maybe Will would have more luck. Or Alana. Even Margot. But not Hannibal. He had blown out the candle with little concern for his ability to light the flame again.

(Y/n) went to leave the porch, hoping that Hannibal would let them step back inside with no trouble. But of course, it wasn't that easy.

He stepped forward, blocking their path. A sharp inhale was the only sign of annoyance that he received.

Maybe it was a final attempt to earn back (Y/n)'s affection. Maybe it was simply a selfish move on Hannibal's part. Maybe that didn't matter at all.

Hannibal cupped the side of their face. (Y/n) should've leaned away. Or shoved him away. Just done anything other than stand there.

But they didn't do anything.

Not until Hannibal's lips had found their own.

(Y/n) mind was flooded with memories that were as painful as they were comforting. What they would do for the world to be black and white again. To have no gray around them. They craved nothing more than the ability to blindly hate Hannibal for what he had done.

They leaned back, screwing their eyes shut as they stepped away.

They didn't stop moving until their hand was on the doorknob. "You can stay until Will wakes up. Anything after that is Will's decision. But know that I don't want to talk to you. At all."

Hannibal couldn't argue before (Y/n) walked inside.

He walked in a few minutes later.

(Y/n) had pulled a dining room chair to the side of Will's bed, their eyes scanning him for any sense of movement. A shaky breath cut through the silence as they finally looked away. They crossed one leg over the other. They started scrawling in some leather-bound notebook that Hannibal had never seen before.

Had Will bought that for them? Had they bought it themself? Maybe Alana?

He knew (Y/n) would never explain what was in the notebook. He just knew how important it seemed to be. (Y/n)'s pencil was moving fast enough to scorch the page.

Hannibal only knew that Will woke up because (Y/n) reacted to the movement. Will slowly pulled himself up. (Y/n) fussed about him, notebook left on the chair as they sat on the edge, trying to stop him from moving too much.

"How are you feeling?"

"How do you think," Will muttered back, forcing a grin to them. The grin they offered back to him was just as forced.

Will's eyes shifted to Hannibal, who had moved the cushioned chair from the main sitting room and placed it at the end of the bed. (Y/n) saw Will's eyes shift and shut their eyes for a moment.

They stood up and leaned against the wall next to the bed. It was as far as they could get without leaving Will's side. Protective. Hannibal had been expecting that much.

"Do we talk about teacups and time and the rules of disorder," he asked.

"The teacup's broken," Will replied. "It's never going to gather itself back together again."

"Not even in your mind?"

Will didn't respond to that. Whether it was because he didn't know the answer or didn't like it was beyond anyone else's true knowledge.

"Your memory palace is building. It's... full of new things. It shares some rooms with my own. I've discovered you there, victorious."

"When it comes to you and me," Will explained. "There can be no decisive victory."

"We are a zero-sum game?"

"I miss my dogs. I'm not going to miss you."

(Y/n) looked down as they listened to him. It felt like such a vulnerable moment. Vulnerable and inevitable.

"I'm not gonna find you. I'm not gonna look for you. I don't want to know where you are or what you do. I don't want to think about you anymore."

Hannibal took a moment to breathe. He had lost two of his most important people in one morning.

"You delight in wickedness, but then berate yourself for the delight," Hannibal said.

"You delight," Will corrected. "I tolerate."

His head turned from Hannibal to the person leaning on the wall. Just for a moment until a forced grin when sent to him.

"I don't have your appetite. Goodbye, Hannibal."

Hannibal didn't speak after that.

He merely paused for a few moments, contemplating. And then, he pushed himself from the chair and walked out of the small house. He left the building silent.

(Y/n)'s shaky breath was the only thing to cut through the strong silence.

Will looked at them again.

"Sorry," they said. He shook his head. "You... um... you should shower. Shower and change. I'll make us something... something vegetarian."

Will chuckled before nodding.

The day was strangely calm.

When he was done getting changed and cleaned up, the dogs had swarmed the living room again.

"They were hiding in my room," (Y/n) had explained.

Will just grinned.

After they both ate, Will asked (Y/n) to sit with him. So, they did.

The pair of them spent most of the day on Will's bed. Will leaned his head on their shoulder, watching them scribble in their little notebook. The dogs surrounded the pair of them. One or two on the bed, the rest forming a protective cage around them.

They didn't speak much.

They didn't need to.

It felt like they had done this a hundred times.

It was nice.

Until that night.

That night, police lights pulled up outside of the house. Will walked outside first, (Y/n) only a few steps behind.

Jack got out of one of the cars, followed by a number of agents.

Two agents walked into the house.

"He's gone, Jack," Will explained.

"Jack!"

Everyone's eyes turned to the side of the house. Hannibal walked out with his hands held up. (Y/n) took a step forward, moving in front of Will. Will touched their arm. (Y/n) wasn't going anywhere beyond that step forward.

"I'm here."

Hannibal knelt on the ground, placing his hands behind his head.

"You finally caught the Chesapeake Ripper, Jack," Hannibal continued.

"I didn't catch you," Jack shook his head. "You surrendered."

"I want you to know exactly where I am," Hannibal glanced to the side, eyes locking onto (Y/n). "And where you can always find me."

(Y/n) let Will turn them around and lead them back inside. The agents from earlier were already gone.

Will pulled (Y/n) into a hug as the cars left the driveway. It was like the walls crumbled. (Y/n) sobbed against his shoulder, trying to force the pain out so they could finally get past it.

But that wouldn't happen.

No matter how desperately they wanted it to.

Hannibal was a permanent mark left on everyone that encountered him.

You couldn't move past him. You had to continue on, forever changed by him.

Maybe that was simply too harsh of a reality for (Y/n) to face.

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Omg can I please get a hannibal x a shy girl reader ? Like he’s really possessive of her and she doesn’t know how to handle it but she likes him so they date??

Sorry this took so long, anon. I’ve been bouncing ideas around and this one in particular, I believe, fits your request. Y/n feels out of place among Hannibal’s fancy friends and it becomes even more obvious when he abandons her at a party. 

Trigger warnings: social anxiety, sexual harassment, overstimulation

You and Hannibal had an agreement about large gatherings. He could only bring you to a party if you had a week's notice and at least three uninterrupted hours of gaming time prior to the event.

For this event, you needed a solid six.

One of the major Maryland universities was awarding a lucrative research grant to a student of clinical psychology, and every influential name in the industry was expected to be there. As a recent college grad with a bachelor's in business you didn't know what to do with, you couldn't imagine a less welcoming environment if you tried. You couldn't fit into their world and more importantly, you didn't want to. But the thought of being noticeably different in any situation was twice as terrifying. So you spent the whole week repeating your mantra; blend in, be quiet and make it through the night.

But Hannibal had different plans for you.

Halfway through the week, just when you'd pushed the party out of your mind, Hannibal presented you with a gift.

"What's the occasion?" You asked. You hoped that if you pretended not to know, it would just magically go away.

"I brought you something to wear on Friday." Hannibal answered, hanging the garment bag up on the bureau. "You know I'll take any excuse to dress you up."

He unzipped the bag and placed a black silk dress into your arms. "Try it on so I have time to get it altered if it needs it."

The material was cool to the touch and outlined your figure so perfectly, you felt even a little naked. Hannibal, of course, loved this. You were his own personal Venus de Milo. His goddess and his muse. 

“Yes, that will do nicely.” He observed, looking at you hungrily. 

“Seems a little short for a such a sophisticated event, doesn’t it?” You raised an eyebrow. The answer was yes and he knew it. He was very deliberate in everything he did. “I don’t want to come off the wrong way.” 

“And what way would that be, darling?” He asked, not taking his eyes off your figure. 

“I mean--” You searched for the right words. “It’s a gathering of the Mid-Atlantic’s most esteemed academics, I feel like, in a dress like this, I might be seen as, well, a...” 

“A prostitute?” Hannibal finished, choosing a much nicer word than you would have.

You looked down. “Yeah. It just doesn’t seem all that appropriate.” 

Hannibal approached you and lifted your chin slightly to look into his eyes. “Many Christian denominations believe that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute, yet she was Christ’s right-hand woman. She was first to see him crucified and first to witness his resurrection.” 

“Dr. Lecter,” You smirked. “I never would have taken you for a religious man.” 

“Goodness, no.” He shook his head. “But any reputable academic is expected to be familiar with biblical literature and its many contradictions and impossibilities.” 

“What does that have to do with me?”

“You are my divine feminine, Miss [L/N].” Hannibal said in a low whisper. “And I want everyone to see it. If they see a common whore, it would only be a reflection of their own jealousy.” 

Hannibal's rationalization almost made you forget about your fear of being noticed. Almost. It all came rushing back when you arrived at the event. Not one person your age was in attendance. The women wore long, flowing evening gowns that reached the floor. The length of your skirt alone guaranteed that all eyes were on you. In a simple black silk dress, you looked the very model of high society. Silk was a sign of luxury, and Hannibal wanted everyone to know that you were a woman of means. His woman, to be precise. That was why he brought you to these functions in the first place. To put you in a dress short enough for any wandering eyes so see the smattering of love bites running up your inner thighs. He wanted everyone in his field to know that you were completely and entirely his.

You realized too late that this was all his little exercise in showing you off.

Everyone seemed to know him. He only knew a handful of people by name, and you didn't know anyone.

"And who is this delightful young woman?" A woman with a light southern twang in her voice asked, looking at you as if you were a caged animal on display.

"I wasn't aware you had a daughter, Dr. Lecter." The young man beside her laughed. "Or is she your side piece?"

Your eyes scanned the room for the nearest exit. It would be unbecoming to make a scene, so you plotted a way to slip out quietly.

“Darling, meet Dr. Charlotte Ramset and her TA, David.” Hannibal introduced, notably ignoring the young man. “Dr. Ramset, this is my intended, [F/N] [L/N].”

"I didn't realize she was also a ventriloquist!" The lady, presumably Dr. Ramset, joked. You'd heard that one a million times. She looked at you. "Tell me about yourself, sweetie. What are you studying?"

The lady was old enough to be your grandmother and reeked of too much perfume.

"I graduated last year." You said, quietly. "With a BA in business."

"See, there's a good woman." David added. "Only speaks when spoken to. They don't make ’em like you anymore, baby."

Hannibal tightened his grip on your hand. "On the contrary, David. See, Miss [L/N] is quite a bit like myself. She only dignifies those she deems worthy with a response. There's nothing wrong with being selective."

The lady laughed at David's expense and smiled at you. "Good for you."

You smiled back just a little, not ready to bring your guard down yet. "I've had to deal with more than enough. It's best not to engage."

"Oh, I know, I know." The lady said, shaking her head. "That's how it is for us educated gals. Always having to put up with pigs. See, I went to college in the sixties, so I can tell you some real stories."

This was a new experience. Talking to Hannibal's friends and having them listen to you was something you never considered possible. Now, you were one of the educated gals. You were just about to strike up a conversation with this woman, when the man next to her decided someone desperately needed to play devil’s advocate.

“I find that sexist, actually.” He cut in. “Not all men are pigs.” 

The silence following his comment was deafening and you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Whatever progress Hannibal and Dr. Ramset made breaking down your defenses was completely reversed and you were ready to retreat.

Dr. Ramset took a long sip of wine and adjusted her shawl. “David, none of us said anything about men, you drew that conclusion yourself.”

“I mean, look at you.” David gestured to your dress. You knew exactly where this was going and you wished you could just disappear. “You’re basically asking for it.” 

Dr. Ramset glared at him. “David, that’s enough.” 

“I’m just stating facts.” David crossed his arms. “If you dress like a slut, what do you expect?”

Dr. Ramset and Hannibal seemed to have an entire conversation through prolonged eye contact before one of them broke the silence. 

"Charlotte, I hate to have to excuse myself so soon, but the president of the university is expecting me." Hannibal said, dropping your hand. Your heart hit the floor when you realized that he would be throwing you to the wolves.

"Of course, Dr. Lecter." She nodded. "Duty calls."

"I trust you'll keep an eye on my beloved [F/N] in my absence?" His voice hardened. The severity in his tone frightened you.

Dr. Ramset didn't seem disturbed or even surprised in the slightest by his gently threatening demand. "Of course."

"Thank you. And [F/N]?" He said, pressing his lips to the back of your hand. "I won't be going far. Please, try to have fun."

You tried not to look affronted, but you were going to have a long talk with Hannibal when you got home. 

"I'm just saying what everyone is thinking." David continued, his inability to take a hint positively astounding. "Why don't you respect yourself enough to cover up, [F/N]? You have a boyfriend!"

Your eyes scrolled across the room looking for any sign of Hannibal, but he was gone. Dr. Ramset finished her wine and stared at her TA with the resigned disgust of a death row jailer.

"Any other thoughts?" She said, snatching a fresh glass of wine. You looked at her with a clear expression of discomfort.

"Come on, do you see any other woman in the room dressed so provocatively?" David's voice broke mid-sentence. "No. Because they're educated enough to know that real men don't care about their bodies."

The hotel clerk approached the group. "Mr. Hosmer, there's a call for you."

David narrowed his eyes. "Uh, what?"

"Someone is on the phone asking for you." The clerk repeated. "Says it's an emergency."

David shrugged. "Fine."

Just when you thought you would be rid of him, at least for a moment, he planted his hands on your hips in attempt to "get by" you. His touch was like that of an insect crawling across your skin; unexpected, filthy and leaving you squeamish.

"I'm so sorry about that." Dr. Ramset's words echoed in your ears, but you didn't really hear them. You were too focused on grounding yourself to process what she was saying. 

“Dr. Ramset?” You said, quietly. “Which one is the president of the university?” 

She glanced at a tall woman in a dark blue suit, surrounded by equally important looking businesspeople. You followed her eyes. “That’s Dr. Mary Hosmer.”

Your ounce of righteous fury was squelched in two seconds when the reality of having to talk to someone, especially someone of stature, set in. You looked sheepishly back at Dr. Ramset. 

“Could you please ask her where Hannibal went?” You whispered. “I’d really like him to take me home now.” 

Her face turned sympathetic. “Of course, [F/N]. Stay right there.” 

You nodded. “Thank you.” 

Dr. Ramset crossed the floor and politely greeted the president. You took a few slow, calculated steps closer, just to get in earshot.

“Pardon me, but, have you seen Dr. Hannibal Lecter?” Dr. Ramset said, casually. 

“I wasn’t aware Hannibal had even arrived yet.” The president answered. “I haven’t seen him.” 

Your eyes widened. You fought the urge to freeze, but you had to move back before Dr. Ramset knew you’d been eavesdropping. You heard everything you needed and rushed back to where she’d left you.

“Dr. Hosmer said he stepped out.” She told you upon her return. “He should be back soon.” 

You tried not to show that you knew she was lying. “...oh.” 

“Would you like me to stay with you until he comes back?” 

You knew you were completely on your own. You didn’t know what was going on, but you had an inkling that it had to do with the president and David sharing a last name. All you knew for certain was that you couldn’t trust anybody. 

“Don’t bother.” You shook your head. You took off for the door, but Dr. Ramset grabbed your wrist. 

“I’m sorry, [F/N].” Her voice dropped to a low whisper. She didn’t look mad, but afraid. “But Dr. Lecter told me to stay with you. Please. Don’t make this harder for me.”

You recalled how seriously threatening Hannibal’s request was. She wasn’t answering to the president of the university. She was answering to Hannibal. You didn’t know whether to be scared or relieved. 

“Right.” You conceded, stepping back in. “I’m sorry.” 

The actual award ceremony was much longer than it needed to be, and it dragged on even longer knowing there was no reason for you to be there. Other than that, you awkwardly followed Dr. Ramset around the party like a lost puppy the whole time. You were back to your original plan: blend in, be quiet and make it through the night. 

Just when you thought the party would never end, someone tapped you on the arm. You turned around, hoping with every fiber of your being that it was Hannibal, but it wasn’t. A tall woman in a dark blue suit stared back at you. 

“I’m sorry to bother you, miss.” She said, apologetically. “But have you seen my son? I saw him talking to you and Dr. Charlotte earlier, perhaps he told you where he was going?” 

You’d pushed that man completely out of your mind. You shook your head. “He left to take a phone call and I haven’t seen him since.” 

A hand found your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Hosmer, but I believe I saw the boy on his phone out in the lobby.” 

“Dr. Lecter!” The president’s eyes widened. “How nice of you to finally join us.” 

“...Yes, I believe he left right after making unwarranted comments towards my intended here.” Hannibal ran his hand down your arm lovingly. 

“Well, boys will be boys.” The president chuckled. “Maybe you should teach your girlfriend not to wear such revealing clothes.” 

Hannibal smiled and pulled you in protectively. “Whatever the case, I hope you find him very soon.” 

Her phone chimed in her back pocket. “Oh, that’s him right now.” 

“Wonderful.” Hannibal said. “[F/N] and I will be taking our leave.” 

He hurried you towards the door, his hand tight around yours. A blood-curdling scream came from behind you. You looked back for just a moment and found the president hollering in pain and falling to her knees. 

“Let’s go, darling.” Hannibal tugged at your arm. “They don’t deserve your presence.” 

“Hannibal, I swear.” You said, once you were in the safety of the car. “If you killed every man who looked at me like a piece of meat, sooner or later, there won’t be any men left.” 

Hannibal smirked and reached for his seatbelt. “Wonderful.”