Hannigram x OC Insert

Falling through the Universe

Browsing through the DVD section of my local supermarket was something I didn't even consider on a normal day. Today was a rather off day though so I felt the need for a small distraction as I waited for my sister to finish up in the baby section.

For a while the titles and descriptions were enough to keep my mind off the tension I'd been feeling since first waking up but nothing jump out enough to spend money on. As my sister rounded the corner I find the Hannibal box set. It only contained the first two seasons but the iridescent sticker on the cover said they were a special edition with never before seen footage so with a soft sigh and a small smile I add it into my basket.

I had always been a Hannibal fangirl from the moment Mum let me watch the movies but nothing compared to the tv show and my obsession with the dynamic between Will and Hannibal. In the movie I never wanted to be a part of the action, observing things was just fine.

With the TV show though, all I wanted was to be there. To hug Will. To eat with Hannibal. To see them in person as they begin their psychological war and unleash their beastly natures.

"Really? You'll buy a twenty five quid DVD box set without complaint but refuse to spend that much on clothes?"

I snorted at my older sister with very little elegance and raised my eyebrow. "I've got clothes. Comfortable clothes. Why on earth would I need to buy more? Besides you know I love Hannibal!"

"You've had them for years don't you think it's time for an update? And you've already got the entire show at home."

"No. They still fit me and I've patched up the holes so it's fine. Besides the things I actually want to wear are ridiculously priced. I mean fifty quid for a steam punk hat? I'll pass thanks. Anyway the episodes are just recorded, these are special edition episodes and they'll be mine forever."

"Ugh I'll never understand you." She muttered as she practically dragged me towards the cashier by the collar of my top.

The ride home was disgustingly hot and headache inducing. The feeling of foreboding grew with each passing moment to the point I bolted from the car once my sister stopped the vehicle.

The comfort of a familiar environment was enough to allow me to begin unwinding the tension in my limbs. After helping her unpack and collecting all of my purchases I changed into my favourite fluffy pjs. Finally I felt relaxed enough to watch TV.

My sister came downstairs after about five minutes with a beaming grin and practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Not Pregnant! It's negative babe-y!" She twirled through the room practically lighter than air. I knew her well enough to predict the bottle of champagne, the quarter bottle of wine and my cherry sourz on the counter would be completely blitzed by the end of the fifth episode. "Ugh I'm not watching this shitty gore fest, mind me taking over the upstairs tv?"

"Nah go for it. Puke on my bed and You'll be sleeping in it though."

Laughter trailed after her and I felt lighter myself. It didn't take long for Will Graham to completely absorb me though as his beautiful mind worked out each case though there were no noticeable 'never before seen' moments I enjoyed it all the same.

I was half asleep on my notebook with my newest gel pens on my lap along with a ridiculously sized box of apple pencils, my favourite sweets, when it seemed the characters began talking to me directly.

I was almost a hundred percent certain I was already dreaming when the seductive accented voice of Mads Mikkelsen asked me if I was truly tethered to my reality. Then Hugh Dancy  held out his hand and gave his patented 'Will' smile as he asked me to join them. Both men gave me a searing look, unique in their own ways but equally intense and enticing, as they begged me to dive knee deep into their reality.

Phrases like "Abandon your chains and come to us." Or "Let out the beast just as I learned to." And "Please... we aren't complete without you." Were used to tempt me but the one that actually succeeded in lulling me to answer happened to be from Hannibal. "We will always be at war with each other unless you come to us."

"Mh... you belong together..." I mumbled and reached out to the screen with heavy limbs. There was no way I could reach the screen but I didn't seem to need to since one of their hands began distorting the TV and the other eventually wrapped around my wrist.

I was falling. Falling. Falling down the rabbit hole. Things weren't sane. Thoughts were not thinking but colours did flash past in psychedelic trippy ribbons. Moments imprinted in time played out. Animals wandered in and out of solidity and transparency. I was stretched and squeezed and flattened but still the pressure on my wrist remained. Just before the floor would have hit me my eyes snapped open.

"What the fucking hell?" I shook my head violently and aggressively rubbed my eyes. "The fuck was that dream about?"

It took me about five seconds to notice how utterly uncomfortable I was, that there was clearly a person underneath me and that it was absolutely far too bright behind my eyelids for the time of day it should have been. My spine straightened and after squeezing my eyes closed tightly I snuck a peak at my surroundings.

"Well hello there mystery girl."

The extremely close face of one Hugh Dancy, twisted into bewildered amusement, was the very first thing to greet me. His voice made a deep burning creep up my cheeks and my eyes flickered away only to meet a currently driving and always handsome Mads Mikkelsen.

I jerked as far back as I could without throwing myself against the windshield. "Um, how exactly did I end up... here? Why am I on your knee? And where are we even going? Who are you both exactly?"

"In order? You materialised from nothing in front of the FBI agent we work with. You ended up in Will's lap because that's where you appeared and we are currently on our way to my home as it is the closest location available. We were not exactly sure if or when you would awaken after all. I am Hannibal Lector and you are in the lap of one Will Graham."

"Oh. Thank you for answering my questions Doctor but I'll be having a breakdown now." Even without a mirror I could tell my face had drained of all colour as my mouth watered excessively and I forcefully suppressed my snacks from attempting to make a reappearance. "This can't be real." I shook my head as my hands gripped fistfuls of my multicoloured hair and tugged cruelly. I couldn't help but curl into the broad chest of one fictional human named Will fucking Graham.

He shushed me softly, almost like one would a particularly young kid, and began gently rocking me in his deceptively strong arms. The doctor slid his free hand under my fists and gently urged me to let go so he could run his hand through my artificially coloured hair. Surprisingly it soothed me fairly quickly.

"I don't even have shoes." I note absently as I wriggled my sock covered toes. "I hate walking on concrete."