***
The groceries dropped down onto the kitchen counter, the small digital clock on the stove read 12:30.
The couch was soft when you sat down and fluttered eyes accompanied the interaction with Dr.Lecter.
"The Chesapeake Ripper strikes again, officials say-"
You switched the tv off before the reporter could finish her sentence, waking from a nap.
The previous night of watching Mad Max: The Thunder Dome, hadn't contributed positively towards your sleep.
You lean forward and run your fingers through your hair, looking at the clock.
2:37, "shit." Letters session was at 3, and he did most definitely not, like late people.
You quickly clean up in the restroom, grab the small notebook Lecter gave you, and leave.
***
You knock on his office door, out of breath.
The door opens, Hannibal behind it.
"Look who's right on time."
"As always." Saying sarcastically, while smoothing out your jacket.
He widens the door, beckoning you inside.
"Thank you."
You hang the jacket on the coat stand, and sit down.
"Did you bring the notebook I gave out last session?"
"Yes I did," you stand up and retrieve it from your jacket.
Handing it to him, your fingers brush.
You make eye contact, maroon eyes stare back.
He opens the journal and reads aloud. "I can kill all of them." He pauses, "Dr.Lecter said so."
Hannibal closes it, using his index finger as a bookmark. His hand makes the journal small, fe Caine run through them as you now start to watch them. Even as assiduous as they are-
"Y/N?
Are you alright?"
"Oh yeah, m sorry for staring- I tend to space out." You apologize.
"It's quite alright, but we'll get into that later. Dr.Lecter said so." He repeated.
"Because of my sayings, do you automatically believe it?" You stay silent.
"Let me put it this way, if I were to tell you that you had killed all those people, would you believe me?"
"No, of course not. Because I know I didn't."
"But what if the evidence was there?" His head tilts with his questions. "What if they found your DNA at the scenes? Hair strands, finger prints?"
"I know someone framed me then."
"You seem confident in your answer."
"I am, I know I would never actually kill someone."
"But what if you did? Out of anger, say you snapped." He says, snapping his fingers suddenly.
"I- I don't know, guess I never really thought about it."
"Well, think about it now."
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"I'm Not Fortunes Fool, I'm Yours" (x yn)
FanfictionOh my god this is weird, I originally wrote this in my freshman year of high school- IN A CLASS. The cover is definitely proof. Shirley Temple (caffeine?) is the only thing that made me edit this. . #5 hannibalxreader . . (I do not own the character...
