This will be my first story on here, or anywhere, so please dont judge to harshly. This is a Hannibal x OC, and relates to some of my own problems in life. I mainly use random ideas to make the story, and this might be short, so if you have any sugg...
Again, pics not mine but do be warned, there is mention of self harm, so dont like, dont read. This format Hannibal is talking. Now, this is going to be shorter than the last one due to having absolutely no ideas near the end]]
Later in the night I get into the gorgeous dress Hannibal got me, putting on light makeup and putting my hair up. It was simple but cute for the look I was going for. I desided to put on some simple black heels.
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I walked down stairs to see my mother in tears, constantly saying how proud she was and how much I've grown. After about half an hour of trying to calm her down, a knock was heard at the door. I smiled at her and answered the door, to see a very handsome Hannibal. He was wearing a black tux, but I still think his normal attire works for any occasion. He smiles softly at me, a soft blush on his face. He takes my hand a kisses it, making me blush as well. "Well Dear, shall we head to the opera house?" I nodded softly, hiding my face some. Mom nods at me, ushering us out the door, closing it as soon as we are out. He opens the door to his car, helping me into it, along with my large dress. The drive was relatively peaceful, listening to soft orchestra music.
We get to the opera house, and I stair in awe at the magnificent building in front of me. As we enter, my eyes filled with wonderment, taking in the detail and beauty if the place. [Picture up top] We take our seats and the opera begins, the lovely music filling the large room, both Hannibal and I losing ourselves in the music. At around the middle of the opera, they took a brief break to allow a restroom break and food break. Hannibal and I waited patiently for the opera to begin again.
Once it did, we lost ourselves again, enjoying how the music was expertly played, the well defined voices of the singers, and the well placed footwork. I was so deep into the music that I didnt notice that Hannibals hand was on mine, holding it in a gentle yet firm grip, as if he was silently protecting me.
Hannibals POV
She was even more stunning in the dress than before, but even the she was an angel. I noticed other men giving her looks that I would not like to think of. I glared at the men, taking her hand in mine, wanting to do more to show she was MINE and always will be. She continues to be lost in the music, enjoying what she could before life became reality once more. The men back off, realizing that they stood no chance against me. I knew how to fight, and kill more specifically.
I hated lying to my sweat angel, but if she knew what she would be eating anytime I cooked, she would be scared of me and leave, but that wont happen. I suspect she knows I'm hiding something, based on her sight and observant nature. I have noticed that she keeps her arms covered, but I fear that it was because of something else from her past that she had kept hidden from me. I pray my suspicions are not correct, otherwise, I may have to do more to protect her.
After the opera, I desided to take her back to my home for dinner, the opera lasting longer than expected. I had told her mother if that did happen, she could stay the night, setting my long plan into motion. She thankfully agreed, so I wouldn't have to do anything drastic. As soon as we entered, she was just as entranced with my home as she was the opera house. I led her to the dining room, watching her carefully. I told her to wait there until dinner was ready, heading off to the kitchen to make a wonderful meal.
Luna P.O.V
As soon as Hannibal left the room, I almost tore off the gloves I was wearing, staring at the many scars on my wrists. Some of the scars were pink and fresh, while others were scabbed over and then there were the infected ones. I heard Hannibals footsteps and tried to put the gloves on, but I wasn't fast enough. I felt his hands on mine, carefully tracing the scars. He stood me up, taking me to the bathroom, and grabbing a medical kit. I was scared what he would do or say, but I was only met with silence.
He cleaned the cuts, making me wince, then put ointment on them. Afterwards, he wrapped them in bandages, and stopped me from removing them. "Why would you do this to yourself Luna? It hurts me to see you with such scars. You're such a happy soul when you have someone to talk to, so why?" His tone shocked me, but the fact that he cared that much made me cry. He pulled me into his chest, letting me let out all the pent up fear and frustration. "I didnt know how to be happy. I felt so numb to the world that I decided pain would make me feel. Ever since I met you, I didnt have the temptation to cut anymore."
I felt his hand on my face, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. I felt more tears rising, seeing the hurt and the tears in his eyes. He leaned down hesitantly, but felt his lips on mine, in a gentle kiss. I was shocked at first, but kisses him back. His arms wrapped around me, his hands rested on my lower back, sending me chills. I felt his tounge lick my lip, making me squeak in embarrassment, but that also caused me to open my mouth. His tounge slipped in and claimed its territory emedeatly, making him the truly dominant one.
As soon as his lips left him, my head spun. He smirks down at me, leading me back to the dining room. He sets me at the table, the food already there. As soon as I took a bite, I was in love. His food was amazing, but he was a better kisser. My cheeks were bright red, still embarrassed by the kiss. When dinner was over, drowsiness filled me like a tranquilizer. I heard Hannibal's footsteps, then he stopped. He picked me up and held me close, taking me to another room. I gripped his shirt tightly, scared to let go, fearing he would leave. He set me on a bed, laying next to me. That night I knew, I loved him, and he loved me. Two people, as opposite as Day and Night, but they both have love for each other that will last a lifetime.
