I‘m new to this blog and don‘t really understand how requests work, so here goes nothing. Would you be down to write a Hannibal x fem reader one shot, where the reader is from our universe into Hannibal‘s and meets him after a traumatic even through the FBI, she is a hige Fannibal so she immediately recognises the settings and him.( i don‘t really mind if it‘s with fluff or smut)
♡: i j realized i get perfect requests with the plot in them but i still write down the synopsis because aesthetic 💀
PAIRING: Hanninal Lecter x kinda infatuated!Reader
TRIGGER WARNINGS: typical cannibalistic hannibal, kidnapping, rape attempt (not done by hannibal dw), talkative reader (basically she's heart eyes for him), manipulative hannibal, fluff at the end, that's all !! i found this idea very cute and couldn't end it with smut
SYNOPSIS: Transporting to a new world, especially the one of your favorite show was not something you thought was even possible. But here you were, captured by some serial killer who wanted to harm you, though when your saviour walked through a white door, you did not expect it to be Hannibal Lecter. The famous serial killer and cannibal.
Seeing a tiktok about transporting to the universe of the show you last watched was only for amusement. You hadn't actually expected it to happen when you woke up chained in some dusty basement — ankle sore, clothes torn and abruptly changed into different ones.
The worst part? You were oblivious to what was going on.
Whether this was a mere dream, or a nightmare. Just what was even happening? Before you could even acknowledge your surroundings or the position you were, the door opened and there stood a man. His silhouette intimidating you.
You tugged on the chain but to no avail.
The man appeared angry, and a little unstable too from the dark circles around his dark impassive eyes, not forgetting the way he twitched. It was all too intimidating for you and like a prey, you pressed yourself deeper into the corner. Heart beat picking up at the thought of danger and then the man reached for your ankle, his rough hand wrapping around it.
He tugged onto you and with one single pull, he had you right underneath him. Realization dawned upon you like heavy cement, eyes widening at what the man's intentions were. You had no idea how you'd ended up like this, in this situation but getting out of it meant more than chasing after answers.
Setting your confusion aside, as you registered the man's hand creeping up your thigh, you kicked at him. It sent him back but he regained composure, his hand walloping you across the face.
The stinging sensation was too real for all this to be a vivid nightmare. You felt the blood run warm in your skin and your throat parched. Heart beating vigorously in your chest, you struggled when the man tried to grasp your wrists.
Pushing himself against you, putting all his body weight onto you.
He'd made a grave mistake by not restraining your hands. You did everything in your power, whether it was scratching his face off like a wild beast or smacking him — all to set yourself free and from the horrible deed that was about to be done to you.
As he grabbed both your wrists in a seething tight grip, you cried out. The man's face became a blur, hard ridges of his face melting away into the background. Growing lighthearted by each moment, your brain helped you freeze.
It all happened in the flick of a light switch.
Doors slamming open, multiple men running in and hoisting the man from above you. Just as he was about to undo his buckle and indulge further into the crime. Your body somehow made it to the corner of the room, knees pressed into your chest and head buried between them.
The whole situation had left you flummoxed.
Eyes wide and tears continuously falling down, the shouts of men and a few women evolved into a ringing side. Your ears beginning to throb from the raw cruelty that you were about to face.
The act of taking your humanity away from you.
“Are you alright?” Came a deep — weirdly familiar voice from behind the blurs and rings of sounds. Your head slowly lifted up and when your gaze finally accustomed to your surroundings, a gasp escaped.
One you didn't know personally but was well aware of its existence.
Its entirely fictional existence.
“Miss, are you alright?” He asked, his Lithuanian accent prominent and the lilt almost made you shrink the space between the two of you.
Your lips parted. “Hannibal?”
He was bewildered for a moment. How did you know his name? It wasn't the fact that you knew of his name which left him this—distraught but with so much longing and familiarity you pronounced it. Like you'd known him all your life, saw into his soul rather the demeanor he put out.
Hannibal, for the first time ever, was perplexed.
“Let me help you.” He slowly reached for you and you allowed him, knowing the type of man he was. Chances of him touching you inappropriately were lower than the pits of hell — him devouring you though? That was a different story.
You allowed him to present help.
After witnessing the poor situation of your clothes, he shrugged his coat off and draped it over your shoulders. You reminded yourself that the man was fond and appreciative of polite people, so you thanked him in the form of a light whisper.
“If you're here that means Will Graham is too, a-and Jack Crawford.” You said, reminiscing the collection of the characters from the last show you'd watched. “Is Beverly here?”
Hannibal didn't know what was going on.
Okay, maybe you'd known him through his lectures or books, or — giving himself the benefit of the doubt; you were his patient but Hannibal knew if you were, he would not have forgotten it. You asked for his colleagues like you knew him, on a personal level. How could that be possible?
“Jack Crawford isn't here.” Hannibal whispered, leading you outside to the ambulance.
From the corner of your eye you caught Will Graham and a subtle smile appeared. After sitting down in the ambulance, you finally decided to register the area. A broken, torn down cabin in the middle of nowhere. Dry and yellow grass surrounding its porch and walls — showcasing its preference of solitude over human companionship.
The man who'd brought you harm was nowhere to be found, probably taken into custody and you sighed.
Had you magically somehow transported into the show’s universe? Was that it? Or had they transported into yours? Thinking further into this only caused you a hammering headache and you leaned your head against the side of the ambulance.
The nurse tended to your wounds, cleaning the lacerations caused on your arm and hands, all while you stared at Hannibal. He was truly such a beautiful man. With an aristocratic air to him and a demeanor so warm yet cold — akin to a sizzling brownie topped with a scoop of freezing vanilla ice cream.
Your stomach growled a little.
Then Will walked over to you, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “Hey, are you okay?”
You nodded your head. Even though you'd suffered from an almost rape attempt, the fact that you were surrounded by your favorite characters had you over the moon. The complexities of your own emotions were all over the place and enough to drive you mad.
Your hair a mess, covered in dirt and some dried leaves poked through. Clothes torn all over, exposing glimpses of your flesh and dirty skin. It was clear you'd been the man's captive for days, if not – weeks. Will felt angry at himself for his incompetence for not being able to track the serial rapist down any faster than he did.
Despite the mess you were, both men noticed there was this subtle smile on your face. Everytime you laid your eyes on Hannibal, your cheeks flourished and your smile threatened to widen.
Will looked at Hannibal. “A moment, Hannibal?”
The man nodded, walking to the side with Will. Eyeing him, with utter curiosity. “Doctor, is she going to be alright?”
Hannibal looked at you and then at Will, slowly nodding his head. He didn't want to inform Will just yet about how deeply you knew them and their team. He was curious and wanted to pry more into this, especially the way you looked at him.
Like a lost puppy finally finding its way to his owner.
You were soon taken to the hospital and after a thorough check up, the doctor ruled you to be completely fine. Just minor lacerations that were tended to and you were let go. Outside the hospital, you stood with Hannibal and Will.
An arm wrapped around you.
Hannibal exchanged a glance with Will then he turned to you. “Let me take you home, miss.”
You had no home, especially not here.
In the real world, your home was far from here and if you tried to explain that to Hannibal, he'd only assume you to have gone mad under the suffering of a heinous crime. So you lied, straight through your teeth.
“I have no home.” it wasn't actually a lie as you technically did not have a home in this world, oblivious to your whole life and what character you actually were. Hannibal looked at Will and then the two nodded.
“Then, can I take you to my home? It is not safe for you to be alone, especially after facing such a.. dark side of humanity.” You were not going to decline at all. Especially knowing you were a huge fan of Hannibal, everything related to him intrigued you.
The man was taken aback by the enthusiasm decorating your face when you'd heard his offer and you nodded your head, rather eagerly. He'd lead you to his car after you were completely taken care of. Hannibal’s car smelled like him, like nature and art and your couldn't help but relish in it.
He stole glances from you, finding you intriguing.
Reaching his home, your poorly contained excitement was blossoming like tulips across your face. All the furniture, the interior, the color of the walls – exactly the same as you'd seen it in on a screen. Your lips were stretched in a delightful smile, analyzing his humble abode.
“You have a beautiful house.” Your compliment made Hannibal swoon a little. “I prefer your office more though. It is very dark, suits you much more. Your bedroom is completely in contrast to both areas — it is more of a green shade rather than hues of blues and browns.”
Hannibal blinked a little.
You knew what his bedroom looked like?
He wasn't creeped out by you getting all the little color palettes correct, but you were too good at it. How was it possible, for you to be this good at it when you hadn't been to his house at all? Hannibal was at a loss of words for the first time ever in his life.
“Have you been here before?”
You shook your head. “First time and I must say, the cameras don't do it justice.”
Hannibal ran his tongue over his lips, contemplating whether to confront you about knowing his home this well or to let you dwell deeper into your passion for him and his home.
“You're a peculiar one.” He said, before disappearing inside his room. The man came back with a fresh set of clothes — his clothes and your eyes widened with pure excitement upon seeing your favorite V neck red sweatshirt and the pair of loose pants. You recalled back to the episode in which he wore that and you'd fallen entirely in love with him.
“I love this sweater.” You said, a bright smile clipped on your face. “You looked absolutely handsome in it, Hannibal. I must get changed this instant.”
And then you left. Wandering into his house like you'd been here before, like you knew which turn landed you in which part of the house. It was all too overwhelming, even for a man like him and he'd ruled you as a stalker. There was no way you could know so much, this much about him.
When you came back dressed in the outfit, Hannibal swallowed. The sweater was twice your size, slipping down your shoulders and exposing them. Your marred skin awakening a stab of a prominent ache within him as he drank you in.
“I shall prepare dinner.” He said, nodding his head and a smile of amusement etched itself to your face. You knew what he was going to cook, what he'd feed you and present to you on the table.
The idea should've grossed you out.
Your sweater paws flapping here and there when you moved, following him into the kitchen like a lost pet. Hannibal didn't like your presence there — especially when he was cooking yet you sat there on a stool, watching him perform a macabre of food.
Hannibal retrieved a packet from his freezer, a well preserved heart.
You tilted your head. “Who's heart is it?”
His movements came to a halt when the words fell from your lips. He registered the dark meaning lingering behind your words and then he reached over for the knife. His action made you sigh, as you shook your head.
“I have not spoken a word about this to anyone, Doctor nor will I.” You said, looking at him with your puppy like gaze. His fingers loosened around the knife when he witnessed the raw loyalty you were willing to owe him, your eyes giving away your emotions.
Hannibal pulled open the bag and began to cook, all while you watched. With strong enthusiasm, lips stretched into a grin. Hannibal’s cooking was flawless. How he moved so swiftly like he was born with the skill. Your eyes ran across his revealed arms, loving the way his sleeves were rolled up.
“You have beautiful arms.” You commented and Hannibal acknowledged you with a simple glance.
To him, you were no less than some new species of an animal he'd discovered buried somewhere in a forest. The way you spoke, how serene you were despite knowing that what he was cooking was a human heart. Aware of his murders, of his cannibalistic tendencies.
Yet you stayed glued to your stool to watch him cook.
He found it almost, endearing.
“I really like the way you cook. I think it holds a certain type of beauty which is entirely unexplainable. It can be only felt — deep in the bones and the heart, when you perform it.” You were practically swooning over him and Hannibal took note of that. Flattery was definitely getting you somewhere.
Hannibal knew he was handsome, intelligent and beyond the basic understanding of many men.
But no one had praised him this openly, this straight forward and upfront. You were like a breath of fresh air for him as you did not speak in metaphors at all. Something he was not used to at all.
“Thank you, Darling.” He sent a short lived smile and you fucking melted.
Seeing the smile lines form was like an arrow shot straight to your heart.
He'd finished cooking and then he ushered you to the dining room. A few moments later Hannibal arrived with the food decorated in a trolley and began to serve you. Knowing that the food was made out of your own species, you scrunched your nose.
Then you looked at Hannibal.
“I've never had human meat.” You whispered, toying with the hem of your terribly oversized sleeve. Hannibal understood your queasiness, it wasn't everyday that he found people that were as accepting and forthcoming as you were regarding what he was and who he was.
He couldn't force you to eat it.
He wanted you to accept that part on your own terms. “I have arranged side dishes. Vegetables and rice, please have that.”
You smiled at him. “Thank you.”
Hannibal had barely known you for a few hours yet he was already beginning to become fond of you. Not only were you polite but you did not treat him differently and somehow you knew everything about him. He couldn't possibly let you go.
For the first time he saw possibility for camaraderie.
Hannibal, once done serving you, now served himself the meat. You watched as he carefully sliced into it and then stabbed it with his fork, bringing it to his lips. Your own wrapped around the metal spoon, chewing the rice drenched in a thich gravy of potatoes and tomatoes. It was delicious, the second it collided against your taste buds. Blossoming like sunflowers underneath the sun and melting like ice beneath the rays of the scorching sun.
“It's so good.” You cheerfully said, nodding your head as eagerly you collected more rice in your spoon. Hannibal smiled and muttered a thank you, continuing to eat his own meal.
You looked around the room, chewing on the potatoes. Cheeks swollen with food and Hannibal awed at the sight. You were completely different than him, a being entirely opposite of him. You'd definitely come from a different world as he never ever found people like you in his.
He couldn't help but become curious once more. Hawk like eyes following your every little move. From the twitch of your eyes to the bright, gleaming smile adorning your features.
“Is there something that you don't know about me?” He asked, an eyebrow lifted.
You ran over wet tongue over your lips and nodded. “Did you kill the people who harmed your sister, Mischa?”
Hannibal’s fork which scraped against the ceramic plate stopped. His head rising up, to face you. There is nothing on his face but the way he's turning the fork between his fingers gives away that he is indeed feeling something.
“Yes.” Hannibal responded, calmly.
Then he went back to eating and that's all you needed to know.
Dinner came to an end when you were both done and Hannibal lead you to his guest room. Giving you a brief lecture on what item is where and if you have any late night cravings to satisfy, there are snacks in the cupboard of his kitchen.
You felt almost like a child.
“Goodnight, Darling.” His little term of endearment simply came from his politeness but god, it madd you feek all gummy and jelly inside. You could only blush at his words, cheeks hearing up like a pie in the microwave, swelling up due to the large smiles you were practically shooting his way.
Hannibal departed from the guest room and you dropped on the bed, arms extending out to grasp on to the thick blanket for some sort of comfort. Being surrounded by Hannibal and all the characters that you thought were once fiction, it was all overbearing a little and had made you forget about the horrifying event that'd taken place.
You didn't want to go back to your world at all.
As dangerous as this universe was.
It still provided you with some comfort.
Falling asleep wasn't difficult at all, as Hannibal’s mattress was extremely comfortable. The problem raised when you began to suffer from a nightmare about your traumatic event, how the man had you cornered and what he was going to do you.
Your breath was uneven, body sweaty and goosebumps littered everywhere when you jolted up. Head nearly hitting the headboard but a pillow prevented the silly accident of yours. Tears had emerged from your waterline and you brought your knees to your chest, finding solace in hiding your face there.
Your soft sniffles echoed down the hallway and into Hannibal’s room. The man already couldn't sleep, the only thing on his mind being you but when he heard your soft cries, he didn't waste a single moment throwing the blanket off him and slipping on his dark silk robe.
He strolled down the hallway where your room was and found the door already agape.
So he stepped inside, staring at you, as your body shook violently from the overwhelming tears and cries. Hannibal’s presence was difficult to avoid and you slowly lifted your head, finding him there in the doorway. The man contemplated whether to closs the distance between him and your bed.
He sighed and walked over.
“I'm scared.” Your voice was low, a painful whisper of horror. Hannibal sat down besides you on the bed and instinctively you moved, allowing him further space to occupy right next to you. You laid your head on his chest when he extended his arms, tears seeping into the silky fabric.
His hand ran up and down your hair, to soothe you. “You're safe now. That monster has been apprehended.”
“I know. I'm fine but I had a nightmare.. It was so—” You hiccuped, burying your face in his chest. “real. I could feel his touch.”
Hannibal held you against him. This confused him. He was never a man to showcase his affections like this but here he was. Holding you, caressing you, calming you down as if that were his only priority. He couldn't understand why he took you in, despite your weird nature of accumulated knowledge about him.
He couldn't let Will have you too.
Time passed by. As your cries died down and silence was restored in the room, he took a peek down and found you asleep. Lips parted to let our soft little even breaths, arms tightly wrapped around his torso. Hannibal leaned his head on yours, thumb stroking the side of your cheek.
He himself found it difficult to stay awake and fell asleep with you copped up like a lamb in a wolf’s sharp teeth.
