Hannibal Lecter Oneshots

• How Does It Feel? •

(Yandere) Hannibal x Reader

  I laid on a bed in one of the rooms belonging to Hannibal's house, in a constant state of relaxation and drowsiness as I was under a drug Hannibal had unknowingly put it my system before I could say no.

"Hannibal..." I stammered, "I won't leave again, I promise."

He approach the bed, holding a syringe and a small, glass bottle, Lecter's face shrouded by the darkness as he smile at me.

"It's time you rest, my dear."

He inject the syringe into my arm, and I slid into unconsciousness within a matter of minutes. Waking up hours later, I realized I was not as tired from the sedatives anymore, I was finally able to move more so I sat up on the couch. I leaned my back against the backrest and groaned.

Hannibal was waiting patiently on the couch across from mine, a glass of wine in his hand. A faint smile crossed his face as he observed me rising from the haze of the sedative. His eyes sparkled as he glance at me, admiring me from afar.

"What a lovely surprise, You are more resilient than I had expected," He took a sip from his glass of wine, still watching my every move, "Or perhaps the dose was not strong enough..."

"Please, Hannibal, no more sedatives," I frowned, "I'm weak as It is and won't plan on trying to escape again."

He grinned as he took another sip from his glass of wine.

"The sedative makes you docile. There is no danger when someone is so docile."

He leaned over and poured a glass of wine, handing it to me. Instead of taking it I glanced at it and ignored the drink, focusing on Hannibal.

"But when you are awake, you are alert, and that poses a threat to my safety," He chuckled slightly as he drank the rest of his own glass of wine.

"You don't give me a good reason to be docile," I sneered, taking deep breaths.

Hannibal approached me, grabbing me by the arms and looking into my eyes with a sense of excitement. I was caught in his trap. He leaned his head close to mine, smiling.

"Do you know, Y/N, why I am so drawn to you? It is because your strength reminds me of myself..." He spoke, "I am a sucker for the strong. The weak bore me, they are too easy.

I was still too weak to pull back so I resorted to threatening glares and soft pulls of protest.

"Let go of me, Lecter," I growled, "I have no care for your interest in me."

He kept smiling and tighten his grip on my arms.

"Y/N, you must realize by now you are too weak to resist. You may believe that you are capable of defending yourself, but you are not," He lower his voice as he whispered in my ear, "If I were interested in killing you, I would have done so long ago..."

I avoided his gaze, knowing that he was telling the truth. I didn't have the energy to argue nor fight back with him so I had to submit. He laughed at me when I averted my gaze from him, as he could almost feel my heart racing in my chest.

"How does it feel? To be in my hands? To be so weak in my presence?" He gently touch the edge of my face with his free hand, letting his fingers linger on my cheek as he moves my head slightly to expose more of my neck.

"It's not my will to be weak in your presence," I spoke, "In different circumstances I would be the complete opposite."

He moved his hand down the side of my neck to my chin, forcing me to look up at him. My cold gaze meeting his joyful one.

"What matters, Y/N, is how I perceive you. And you are so very weak right now...it's adorable," He smiled wider as he leaned towards my face, dangerously close, "You are helpless. And You are mine."