Slashers X Reader Oneshots

Defenses - Hannibal

Smut: Very slight
Angst: Yes
Fluff: Yes
Proofread: No
Warnings: Talk about rape and abandonment
Words: (Most I've ever written) 3277

Personal Note: Everything that the reader has gone through in this story is real, so no bullying or anything of the sort. The given names are real people I know, but not the surname I wouldn't give that out.

I thought I had my walls built up high, I thought they were strong enough to withdraw anyone's words, but unfortunately not.

I sat here in Dr Lecter's office being asked questions, questions I don't wish to answer, but I've answered so few that it's beginning to annoy him. His eyes were narrow and had a red hue, and his lips were in a thin line thinking about how to trick me into telling him my secrets.

"So... What was your childhood like?" He asked hands intertwined in front of him, his eyes burning into my own. I wonder what he was thinking. His eyebrows raised as I answered truthfully.

"Depressing honestly, parents always fought about something so meniscal." I made a gesture of something being small and he nodded his head and told me to continue. "All my siblings are older than me so I was the runt, they bullied me a lot, as siblings do... But they took it to a different level. Not all of them but four out of five of them." I looked down at my heels slightly tapping the tips together. My anxiety was coming out to play, so I started picking at my nails, the polish slightly disappearing.

"What did each of them do to you, explain however you see fit." His voice was deep and raspy and God did it sound good whenever he says my name.

I coughed on my spit, hitting my chest lightly with my fist, he looked at me concerned, and I waved him off. "My sister did the least out of them so I'll start with her." He could hear my voice change, becoming weary of what to speak out on.

"She was barely there since she's the eldest, either working, hanging out with friends or her partners." I stopped and took a sip of water clearing my throat as I felt it tighten. "She would also go visit her mother before she passed away, we have different mothers," I stated and he nodded looking down at my file that lay on his desk, he looked back up at me saddened as he re-read something, I knew what it was as well.

"She belittled me all the time, the last time I saw her was just before my family became homeless, I was 14, I had turned 15 at a motel, no happy birthday, no contact, no visit." I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. "She dropped contact because her mother left behind a diary about how terrible our father was to her, her mother's name is Cathrine." I cracked my knuckles, a bad habit that doesn't harm me, his head seemed to perk up at the noise though. "Our Father is Mark Fisher." I sniffled at my dad's name, I missed him, I did but I fucking hate his guts, I'm glad of what I did to him.

"Cathrine killed herself, I don't remember anything about it due to my age. She was beautiful though so she cheated on my dad a lot, she did drugs and alcohol. It's why I despise it on most occasions." I never cared for the woman so my voice became straight, with no sadness or anger, no regret.

"So with the diary in my sister's possession. She sooner disowned us from being manipulated by a fucking book, a book made me lose my only sister." I felt my voice become quiet, I heard Lecter get out of his chair, and he came and sat next to me, his hand resting on my knee. I looked up at him, he sighed dropping his head, he seemed lost in thought about my story.

"People get manipulated easily by the dead. She just wanted her mother back, even if she chose that over the living." He looked me in the eyes some strands of his hair fell over his eyes, he had such a gorgeous face. He patted my knee about to stand to get a drink, I grabbed his hand and pleaded he didn't go, he looked at our hands confused at the feeling, he sat down defeated by his self-control.