Could we get a protective!Hannibal x shy/soft!wife reader. (Can’t remember the bane of the guy who got obsessed with Hannibal is called but u could use him)
I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK LITERAL MONTHS BUT I DID IT. I DID IT.
some soft murderer for you guys
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Aperitif
(isn't he so pretty here?????)
hannibal x reader
word count: 1.7k
WARNING: literal murder, implied threesome, sweet Hannibal!
a/n: let me know if you like this type of writing or should I go back to the shorter ones!
   Hannibal was always very protective of you. He made keeping you safe his mission and took it very seriously. From the beautiful Italian evening when he took you on your first dinner together. He promised you that out loud later in Florence, his hand holding yours as you stood in front of him in a white dress, both of you happier than ever. And years later when everything went wrong in Baltimore, the first thing he thought of was sending you away, so the FBI wouldn’t get their hands on you. At first you refused to leave him, reminding him what you promised him back in Florence. But he took your hand into his and swore that he’ll find you no matter what, you just have to trust him. So you did and he kept his word.Â
   That’s how you two found yourself back in Italy under fake names, hiding from the FBI and Interpol. Florence was beautiful this time of year, almost every corner was bringing back the memories from years ago, the history of your relationship lingering between the buildings. Despite the beauty of the surroundings Hannibal couldn’t care less about them, his eyes were almost glued to you all the time. Not only because of the absolutely gorgeous dress you were wearing, that made you look just divine; color and shape bringing out all of your best features. It was indeed a view, but his gaze was fixed on you for a different reason. More out of a protective habit of his, because he needed to see you were safe, especially now with Interpol engaged in looking for him. He knew they would take you too if they ever found him and he didn’t want that to happen. You were his dearest treasure, the apple of his eye and nothing could stop him from keeping you safe. Nothing.
   You clutched his arm a bit harder as your legs failed to keep you on the ground for a mere second. He was quick in trying to catch you even though you found your balance almost immediately.
   “I stumbled,” you murmured a bit embarrassed of yourself. You were always a lady so it was a rare occurrence that you stumbled in heels.
   “Be more careful, my darling,” he spoke, caressing your back gently.
   You loved that man. Heaven and hell could collide but you wouldn’t stop loving him. It didn’t matter what he did and you were highly aware of his sins. Your twisted heart was beating for him and him only.
   The banquet you reached just minutes later was full of art connoisseurs, your husband was their honor guest after his fantastic speech about Dante. You were so proud of him but you couldn’t help the anxiety creeping into you when you saw so many people. It wasn’t that bad when Hannibal was by your side, you would interact with those people, laugh delicately or just shoot some comment while sipping champagne from your glass. His presence made you feel more confident and open but it all faded when he left you alone for a few minutes, promising he’ll be back quickly.
   You sat by your table, watching the bubbles in your champagne pop, too intimidated to talk to anyone. Rooms full of strangers have been your weakness since you remembered, even though you would never consider yourself an introvert. You were just… shy. You smiled to yourself when you heard a man approaching you, sure that it was your husband. Yet your smile faded when you saw a strange man standing behind you, offering you a warm smile. Being a polite lady, you smiled back, feeling a bit uneasy.Â
   “I am deeply sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t ignore a beautiful woman like you sitting alone. May I join you?” he asked and you shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t even give you time for an answer, just sat on a free chair and smiled again. You tried to be polite, rudeness wasn’t really your character trait, it was what Hannibal loved about you. How polite you were, even in situations that were hard to remain polite. The man tried to carry a conversation with you, getting even more comfortable every minute, shooting you charming smiles and complimenting you. Nervously sipping on your champagne, you were just nodding and answering shortly but nothing could make him understand you weren’t exactly interested with whatever he was trying to achieve. You were almost on the edge of snapping and telling him to go to hell, when suddenly your body relaxed under a familiar touch on your arm.
   “I see you made a lovely friend, my love” Hannibal’s voice was soft and polite as he squeezed your shoulder gently. “Do you mind introducing us?”
   Before you could answer, the man already stood up, offering his hand to Hannibal. You sighed heavily leaning into your husband’s touch to soothe the nerves. Little did you know that Hannibal saw the whole situation and blood boiled inside him, seeing that this cheeky stranger had the audacity to make you feel so unsafe,Â
   “Anthony Dimmond” the man introduced himself as your husband shook his hand maybe a bit too hard.Â
   “Doctor Roman Fell” Hannibal gave him his fake alias and smiled politely. “And from what I see you’ve already got to know my lovely wife”Â
   The word “wife” alone made you feel safe, he stated that you were his and the stranger should better back off before Hannibal decides to show how protective he can be.
   “She’s indeed a lovely woman” Anthiny agreed and you took a sip of your champagne not to look too nervous.Â
   “Maybe we should invite mister Dimmond for dinner, what do you think darling?” your husband asked you softly and you turned to look at him. He was so calm, his features unmoved but you could see through this facade. He was disgusted by the man and his actions and you knew too well what he does to people like this.
   “I think it is a great idea” you finally spoke, grabbing Hannibal’s hand gently. “We will be honored if you would like to join us for dinner.”
   With the last sentence you looked at Anthony with a polite smile. He looked like he was too stunned to even think of this situation being at least slightly suspicious. He nodded happily.
   “It would be my honor if anything, Mrs Fell.”
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   “You really think it is a great idea, Hannibal” you stood behind your husband in the kitchen as you held a bunch of beautiful plates in your hands.
   He didn’t turn to answer you, too busy with cooking the meal.
   “Darling, you know I am doing this for you”
   And if you weren’t so in love with him, maybe you would question that. Was he doing this for you? Or was it just an excuse to kill someone. But you wouldn’t think of it. If he said so, it had to be true. You sighed, putting the plates away and took a few steps to your husband. Wrapping your hands around his waist, you nuzzled your face into his back and he never stopped his actions, not minding you standing so close.
   “Be careful with your hands, I don’t want to cut you on accident” he only remarked and you smiled softly. Always thinking about your safety.
             Your guest showed up on time. Not that it surprised you, he seemed very eager to come for dinner. Poor man, if he only knew.Â
              "You look stunning, Mrs Fell" , he complimented you before he had a chance to step into your house. "I brought some wine, I hope it's fine."
              "Please, come in" you answered indifferently before closing the door after him. "My husband will be there in a minute, he's finishing the aperitif."Â
              "I didn't expect that your husband will cook today" Dimmond seemed surprised and you could only smile at that.Â
              "He's brilliant, you'll see."Â
               Few moments later the three of you were sitting by the table with deliciously smelling dishes in front of you. Hannibal put a lot of effort in that, he always did. You chatted a bit, exchanging some comments and even giggles. But after some time and a few glasses of wine, Mr Dimmond became very confident. He shuffled a bit closer to you and put a hand on your knee.Â
               "So are we gonna do this?" he asked and an unpleasant shiver ran down your spine.Â
                Your husband only smirked to himself, knowing what's about to come.Â
               "Do what exactly Mr Dimmond?" Hannibal raised his eyebrow not moving from his chair just yet.Â
               "I mean-" Dimmond coughed a bit nervously, taken aback by Hannibal's question. "You're that kind of couple aren't you?"Â
                At this moment your husband stood up and slowly, like a predator, walked over to your guest's seat. He placed one hand on the other man's shoulder, his grip strong and tight. You watched as he leaned down to Dimmond's ear and smirked coldly.Â
                "We are a very different type of couple, Anthony" Lecter's voice sent chills all over your body, because you knew what was coming. "And you have made a mistake when you decided to bother my wife."
                 The man didn't have a chance to respond. You saw fear in his eyes before Hannibal made one, swift move, stabbing Mr Dimmond straight in his temple with an ice pick. There was no blood, the tool stayed in the man's head when it fell to the table. You knew he wasn't quite dead yet, the ice pick remaining in his brain worked like a cork, preventing him from bleeding out.Â
                 "It's alright now, my darling" Hannibal cooed, walking over to you and hugging you tightly to himself, his hand going straight to your hair to stroke it. "I'm sorry you had to go through this."Â
                  "You were right there with me" your answer was quiet and soft but your gaze was glues to the Dimmond's face frozen in fear. "I was safe with you."Â
                  Your husband smiled softly and kissed the top of your head lovingly.Â
                  "You always are. I will always protect you."
                  "I know" you lifted your face up to look at him. "We have to take the ice pick out. We can't risk him surviving."
                   "Be my guest then, darling" Hannibal stroked your hair to encourage you and smiled proudly. His lovely, lovely wife…Â
