Mads Mikkelsen Characters x Reader OneShots

Underneath the Mistletoe (Hannibal x Reader)

Word count: 2346 Words

Light smut warning

Potential triggers: Alcohol consumption

A/N: Merry crisis everyone, here's another (rather short) christmasy one shot starring our fav cannibal

-G

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You downed another cup of mulled wine as you looked at the clock and saw that it was nearing 5 o'clock.

It was pitch black outside with a cloudy sky, so neither the stars nor the moon were visible.

You sighed as you got up from your armchair and trotted over to the kitchen, grabbing the pot on the stove and pouring yourself the already fifth mug.

You placed the now empty pot back down and lifted the cup up to your lips to take a sip from the hot and steaming liquid which was supposed to help you through the night of the 24th of December when the obnoxious ringing of your phone cut through the deafening silence.

You groaned and went to the living room, setting the mug down and picking up your phone from the table.

You looked at the screen and frowned as you saw that it was your former psychiatrist Dr. Lecter.

What on earth did he want?

"Hello?" You muttered as you accepted the call and brought the device to your ear.

"Good evening Miss l/n, I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"
He asked politely as you flopped back down into your armchair.

"Not at all. What can I do for you?" You noticed you began to slur a little.

"I was just wondering if everything's all right with you. Will had a session earlier with me and nearing the end we were talking about you. He told me that he bumped into you earlier today at a store and allegedly you were buying two bottles of mulled wine and said something about how you told him and I quote 'Christmas is the time of the year to give. So I'm giving up and turning to alcoholism'."

You internally face palmed yourself and got the strong desire to strangle Will.

Why on earth did he have to tell on you?

You barely knew him, why couldn't that boy just mind his own business?

"Don't worry about me Doctor, I'm fine. I was just joking earlier and I got the other bottle for somebody else." You lied through gritted teeth.

"Who exactly did you buy it for?" He asked curiously.

"A friend."

"You mean Beverly? Didn't you tell me that she went home for the holidays which is around a three hour drive?" He kept nagging.

"No, my other friend."

He knew you were full of shit.

"You don't have any other friends beside her."

"How would you know that?" You snapped a little.

"Because we used to talk three times a week and you never mentioned any other friend. I know you only have one and this person is gone. Now who is the other bottle for and don't lie to me by saying you made another friend because based on your social skills that surely did not happen in the three weeks we didn't see each other."

He said in a stern voice and you could picture his face not looking all too happy with you.

"It's for me." You mumbled.

"Pardon me y/n, would you care to repeat that?"

"It's for me." You said more clearly this time as you pinched the bridge of your nose in between your thumb and index finger. "I got both for myself, okay? Are you happy now?"