Hannibal (x reader) oneshots

Dinner with the Cannibal

#savehannibal

Solving murder cases as Will's partner was kind of rash, considering the way he thinks about how the suspect died. It was rather a long day, so you decided to head back home for a good nap.

That is, until Hannibal calls by your phone,

"{y/n}, how would you like to have dinner with me? I had a feeling you were very tired today and needed much energy for the next day. I've sent you my address, it should be on whatsapp." You pondered for a bit, Hannibal is such a nice gentleman, yet there's something quite not right,
"Hanns, I would love to...erhm, what time exactly?"
"7:30, No need to be too formal {y/n}."
"Alright, won't be late~." You could hear Hannibal smile over the phone,
"And do stop calling me...Hanns."

"Yeah yeah" click, you shut off your phone and continued walking back home (you were near the police station and called the taxi, then started walking back home).

🍺🍴 T I M E S K I P 🍴🍺

Back home, you didn't know what to wear but proceeded to take a shower before anyways. You really couldn't help but think of the unimaginable food Hannibal makes {Jack said Hannibal has 'Special Recipes' when he cooks and gave that advice to you, or was it a warning?
After taking a shower, you took out a (f/c) dress and a shirt with (brown/black/khaki/white) jeans. The combination of tight jeans and a blouse (or flannel) seemed comforting enough so you wore the outfit 'I hope Hannibal is okay with me wearing this outfit, he is after all, a gentleman...'. It was almost 7, as you walked near the waiting post for a taxi, Will passed by with his car, "Hey (y/n), waiting for a Taxi?" You nodded and before you said anything he interrupted, "Get in".
-
"So, where to?" You were shocked because usually (mostly all the time) Will was anti-social, "To Hannibals....thank you for taking me..."
"No problem. You're lucky because I barely ever do these types of...things. Annnnd, I guess you have a date with my psychiatrist?" He snorts as you nudged his shoulder,
"Naw~ He just simply invited me for dinner...." Will winks at you, and you couldn't help but blush.

- S M O L RO A D T R I P -

Will's P.O.V:

Hannibal is a nice person I guess, but I don't really care. I'm just curious, Hannibal wouldn't just invite a person for dinner unless - no, that's not possible. Afterall, {y/n} is feeling pretty awful lately.

As we get closer to Hannibal's house I could see the table set up just by looking at one of his large windows. I need to get back home to feed Winston but before that I have to make sure that {y/n} is safe ( I have this 'gut feeling' something's just not right about Hannibal).

Your P.O.V:

"Well, here we are. Stay safe alright {y/n}?" I opened the car door and got out, I wonder what Hannibal made today for dinner? I heard he's a great cook,

"Will, thank you."

"You're welcome." He drives away and I just stand there for a moment, not noticing that Hannibal was by the doorstep, "You look....exquisite {y/n}" I smiled up at him (trying to maintain a calm expression as I feel my cheeks burn again).

🍺🍴 S H O R T T I M E S K I P 🍴🍺

You were more than correct about Hannibal's cooking. Hannibal said that he moved his studies in anatomy to the culinary arts, no wonder he's very careful with the texture and taste of the food,

"Hannibal, thank you very much for the food...I don't know if *chuckles* one day I could catch up with your cooking and oh, sorry if my attire looks rather-"

"Miss {y/l/n}, as I said before you look exquisite, beautiful."

"A-alright..." You tried to smile in front of him, maybe that uneasy feeling of him was true? Though you barely knew him so you really have to fluctuate your thoughts.

you ate another slice of rabbit and couldn't help but moan in satisfaction 'The home-made meals were just to die for!' yet as you do so you swore Hannibal coughed to hide his embarrassment,

"{y/n}, how do you feel, to work as a crime investigator?"

"I feel alright, just have to go slow with the process, is all. I could ask the same about you, is it tough to be a psychiatrist? Does Will lash out at times?" You couldn't help the sudden questions and excused him by covering your mouth,

"Hmm~ I like your curiousity, Will did...lash out once but I was fine and more importantly he was too" He sighs before answering your first question,

"It's quite alright for me to be a psychiatrist, except I did get attacked by a patient a few times...."

You leaned in closer to him, "Was it that Tobias man, the 'gut strings maker'?"

He nods, "Yes, shouldn't you be going anywhere else or are you able to stay for a few minutes?"

"Precisely not" You looked at your wrist watch, almost 9, you were shocked because usually you don't stay long in someone's house for more than two hours precise.

-

You were passed out on the couch due to drinking too much, the last thing you saw was Hannibal smirking down at your pitiful blurred face (Twenty One Pilots reference XD),

"Sweet dreams my little lamb~" Hannibal kisses your forehead, placing a fluffy blanket to cover your body,

"Until tomorrow, or maybe not...~"