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dilf-rot · 3 months ago

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Hit and Run

Anon request: could you please write a Hannibal one-shot, where he saves the FBI reader from getting killed by another killer?

A/N: Maybe got a bit carried away, I am also in the middle of writing a chaptered fic with similar themes so… <3

Tags: Hannibal Lecter x FBI! Reader, GN reader, descriptions of violence and stalking?, soft-ish ending?, Will Graham cameo lol, also Jack, car crash, attempted murder, followed by actual murder, damsel in distress sort of situation, Hannibal caring for you, MDNI 18+ not because there is smut or anything but because everything else I write is rated that way too

Word Count: 1928

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You had been following this case for months. Plenty of sleepless nights spent going over the details, searching for anything you missed, trying to understand what, or rather who you should be looking for. And despite plenty of warning from your consultations with Will Graham, you were getting far too enveloped in it.

He had suggested you take a step back, let someone else take the reins on this one to keep your own sanity about you. He was worried you’d end up like him.

And as such, he had recommended you also seek the advice of one Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

Unbeknownst to you, Graham had other reasons for doing this. He needed someone else to occupy Lecter’s thoughts for once so that he may be freed from the oppressive force of nature that was the doctor.

But following his introduction to you the case had also begun to infect the mind of Lecter, he felt as if you were being rather reckless in your actions surrounding your investigation, and for some reason he had become rather protective of you.

Joining you for investigations, always standing two steps behind you, only an arms length away during consultation meetings with Jack, constantly offering you rides home, inviting you to spend the night when you were closer to his than your own house. It seemed that both him and Graham had sensed something more happening and wanted to ensure nothing would end up harming you, though Lecter’s approach had been far more direct. And in the last few weeks, he had become a sort of constant presence in your day to day.

Although tonight, you were determined to make it back to your own house for the night without needing Hannibal’s assistance. As you drive away from his office, you find yourself gaining a strange feeling down in your gut. Not quite the same rushing feeling of adrenaline, but something lower and creeping. A sensation walking up your spine and settling in your chest.

You tried to shake it off as you turned onto the highway and made your way closer towards home. As you were turning off to your exit, a dark car swerved through 4 lanes, hitting the edge of your back tire and spinning you out into the ditch. You hardly had enough time to register what was happening before your car ended up stuck in the gravel. The force of it disorienting you.

The car door is flung open and an unknown force drags you out into the gravel. You try to scream and free yourself but are quickly silenced by a hard kick to your head. Your vision going black.

When you awoke, the room around you was empty. Metal walls starting to rust, a round concrete floor surrounding you. Your legs and arms were bound, and you were gagged. This was not supposed to happen. Nobody was supposed to know who you were or what you were doing, the profile you were working on wouldn’t have known who you were.

Shouldn’t have known.

But here you were, tossed against the cold floor of what you presume to be some sort of grain silo or storage tank. The air was dusty and damp. You could make out very little of your surroundings, just a small amount of light trickling in through the cracks in the metal and the opening above you.

The metal rattles in the wind and you try to come up with a plan. You would play along until you could get free and then you’d take them out and make your escape.

There is a loud bang against the outer wall of the metal, a dull and cacophonous sound. It makes you jolt, trying to sit up, you slide your feet under you and roll over into a sort of seated position. Your head and heart pounding. It is difficult to take deep breaths, the gag getting in the way. You try to push it away from your mouth, working the muscles in your jaw in an attempt to spit it out, but it is tied too tightly.

A door opens, light streaming in and you make out a dark figure. Another rattle of metal. A bang against the side of the structure.

The sound sends chills up your spine but you try to steady yourself and remain calm.

“Are you alright?” The figure speaks and a sense of relief washes over you. It is Doctor Lecter, and as he approaches you smells iron and notice he is unusually disheveled. In the low light you can make out dark stains along his suit coat and slacks. He bends down, and removes the gag.

In this lighting he looks angelic. His face highlighted along the edges, his eyes practically glowing.

As he drops the gag fabric to the side, he runs his hand across your face, his thumb running along your jaw. His palm feels sticky against you. You fight the urge to lean into his touch. Now was not the time to act on whatever unprofessional thoughts you had surrounding him.

“What happened?” You hold still as he unties your legs and arms.

“You got too close it seems.” He helps you to your feet, but as you struggle to take a step he decides to carry you. Placing his arm behind your knees and swinging you up into a bridal carry. “I took care of it.”

You lean your face against his shoulder as he carries you out through the door he had appeared from. You can see the side of the grain silo is dented and splattered with blood. As he begins to walk you towards his car you turn back and make out a slumped figure in the grass, bloody and still.

You look at Hannibal, his face is empty but as you stare up into his eyes, he meets your gaze and faintly nods. You recognize now that the stains on his suit are blood. Either that man’s, or his own. And the stickiness of his palm was the blood drying onto his skin.

As Hannibal places you in the back seat of his car, the flashing lights and sirens of police cars appear over the road. You see now that you were brought to some field along the roadside. You aren’t sure how far from your highway route it is.

Hannibal closes the door and seems to greet the officers and first responders. You cannot hear what he’s saying, and you do not recognize them. That is until Will Graham hops out of an unmarked vehicle with Jack Crawford.

You curse under your breath.

Will practically runs to the car, ignoring Jack's protests. He says something to Hannibal, and looks panicked but the expression on his face fades. You roll down the window.

“Hey,” you say meekly.

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” Will is uncharacteristically cold, but you nod and roll the window back up. Jack and Will continue to exchange a few words with Hannibal, and when they seem to be done, they walk away to talk to the other law enforcement.

Doctor Lecter gets into the car, and looks you over. “I’ll take you home,” and starts to slowly pull away from the field.

You stare aimlessly out the window. Beating yourself up in your head. How could you be so reckless? So stupid. This whole thing could cost you your job. You may never be placed on another case again. You should have listened. Shouldn’t have gotten so enveloped.

The world passes by outside the window. The lights and street signs are hazy and blurred. You can hardly register where you’re going, the exhaustion from your previous work day and the whole incident setting in. You aren’t even sure what time it is.

When the blur of passing scenery stops, you realize you are not at your home, but Doctor Lecter’s.

“Why are we here?” You ask, trying not to sound disappointed.

“Jack thought it would be best not to leave you alone.” Hannibal steps out of the car, and comes around to open your door.

“I’m fine,” You try not to groan as he helps you get out of the car. Your head is pounding and your legs ache. You try to protest further, “Look I was just being stupid, we don’t even know if it’s the same guy.”

“You should be with someone until we know.” He places an arm around your waist, and helps you up to the door.

“Hannibal-” You look back towards the car, you don’t even know where your car is. Or any of your things really.

“Come inside.” Hannibal helps you to the living room, his arm only leaving your waist when it is time to lower you onto the couch. He props a pillow behind your head as you lay down. The ache in your bones eases slightly from the soft cushioning below you.

Lecter disappears for an unregistrable amount of time. You are thoroughly absorbed in your own thoughts. Playing months and months of memories trying to figure out what had gone wrong. How you got here. Where you had missed something.

When Lecter returns, he is holding a tray in his hands.

“Tea?” You look at the tray he’s carrying with a puzzled expression. It holds a glass tea set.

“To help with the headache.” He places the tea set on the table in front of you. You can’t really tell what’s in it, some floral matter of some kind. He pours you a cup and sets it carefully within your reach.

He sits down in a chair across from you, leaning back against it. You take this time to look at him in earnest. His suit is dirty, stained along the sleeves and chest with blood, discolored now. His hair is out of place, strands falling loose and in his face. He seems relatively unbothered by all of this.

“Hannibal,” You start and he leans forward towards you, “is that… your blood?”

“No,” he sort of half smiles at you and goes back to his more relaxed position.

“Do I have any on me?”

“Yes, but it is your own.” His voice is even and you can’t decipher how he feels about it. About you.

“Oh. Can I… shower? And borrow some clothes?” You fidget, imagining what it would be like to wear his clothes. To be so vulnerable with him.

“Can you stand on your own?”

You attempt to, but your knees buckle and your head gets foggy and dizzy from the sudden movement.

Hannibal catches you and eases you back down to the couch, his arm finding your waist again, “How about a bath?”

You nod, and within a few moments you are sitting on the counter of Lecter’s bathroom, watching him fill the tub with warm water. You find yourself absently kicking your feet in anticipation. You say not a word as he moves towards you, his hands finding your hips and sliding you off the counter, helping you walk over to the tub.

His hands reach the edge of your shirt, but before he can pull it off of you, you make a face and he nods. Closing his eyes as he helps to undress you, not even taking a peek as he offers a hand to help you into the tub. The warm water makes you sigh as your muscles and aches are slowly relieved. Maybe staying here for the night won’t be so bad, at least you know Doctor Lecter would keep you safe. Willing to kill for you.

#Hannibal Lecter x Reader #hannibal nbc

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