[𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃] Welcome to my personal favorite fandom book, "Horror Movie Slashers" in which we indulge in One-Shots and Headcanons written about our favorite men and women of horror!
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Author's Note: This was a request for Mexican_Juan and it's also my first time writing a yandere character so I apologize if it's terrible. The reason why it took so long was simply because I've never wrote a request that is like this before. Gotta have those new experiences, fam. Hope you guys enjoy.
Also, this is very noncon. It is so canon divergent because I wrote this before I was really familiar with how Hannibal acted.
I sat across from Hannibal at the dining room table, which was currently occupied by both my files from work and Hannibal's collection of files, art, and an assortment of other miscellaneous items. Long ago the table became both a work place and a place to dine. He had a notebook in front of him and pen in his hand. I rose my eyebrow out of curiosity.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Writing " he mumbled, staring at the page.
"About what?" I questioned, attempting to pry out a better answer.
"None of your business " Hannibal stated as he scribbled away.
"Forget I asked," I huffed, slumping back into my seat.
"Is there something wrong?" Hannibal asked, closing the notebook and looking at me. "If there was something wrong it would be none of your business." I said as I mocked him.
He sighed and pulled the notebook back towards him but didn't open it. I opened my laptop and signed in, immediately starting to go through things like Pinterest, ignoring the piercing eyes. "What's wrong, (Y/N)? You obviously want to talk about something," he asked.
I glanced up at him then promptly went back to my laptop, ignoring the question.
"You know I love you?" he said.
I simply nodded my head.
"And I'll do anything for you. You know that, right?" he asked.
I nodded my head once again.
He got up from his chair and walked around the table to me, looming over me. He knelt down and got close to my ear to the point to where I could hear and feel his breath.
"If you know those things then you should know that if anything is bothering you, you can tell me," he whispered.
"I'm being harassed at work." I mumbled.
"What?" Hannibal asked in confusion.
He stood up straight and gestured for me to get up, which I did.
"Verbally, though. Verbal harassment. It's not a big deal," I explained once I took note of his anger.
"What did they say?" he questioned. Hannibal's voice had turned dark and bitter.
"Stupid things. It's normally about my weight. Sexual stuff. But it's not that big of a deal, Hannibal. Don't worry about it," I reassured, putting my hands on his shoulders.
"If it wasn't a big deal, you wouldn't have told me," he said, pushing past me.
"Where are you going?" I called out as he walked away from me.
I stumbled into the hallway and watched him walk out of the bedroom with his jacket.
"Out," he stated.
"Out? Out. Hannibal, no. You're not going out if it's what I think you're doing," I said, attempting to pull him away from the front door but he pushed me back.
I walked outside behind him, crossing my arms due to the cold air.
"You don't even know who it is!" I called after him.
"Doesn't matter," he said, getting into the car and driving away. I sighed as I watched the car grow smaller in the distance.
"What did I do?" I thought to myself.
Hours passed by and Hannibal still was not home. I walked through the house, pacing, thinking about the possible outcomes of what my words had more than likely caused. I made my way to the dining room and noticed that Hannibal's notebook from earlier still sat in the same place. My mind then peaked, causing me to pick up the notebook.
I quickly flipped through the pages. The notebook seemed to be a journal of some sorts. There were sketches of the human anatomy, seemingly copied from a Grey's Anatomy and Physiology book. There were entire pages of writing. Then there was something unexpected.
A page appeared to be dedicated to me.
There was a rough pencil sketch of my face and surround it were phrases that appeared to come from the darker parts of Hannibal's mind. Comments about how he loved my body.
Descriptions of my face, my body, even how I smelled. Then at the very bottom of the page in bold letters he had wrote, "Protect her at all costs."
I was taken aback by what I had read. My hands trembled as I closed the notebook and say it back down on to the table.
"What the hell?" I mumbled to myself.
I heard the sound of the front door open and I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Hannibal?" I asked as I made my way to the front door.
"Hanni-Oh my God! What did you do?" I exclaimed in shock as he entered the front door.
Hannibal closed the door and looked at me. He was drenched in blood. He smiled and tossed me the keys to the car.
"What did you do?" I asked.
I knew what he did. I didn't want to accept it but I needed to hear it.
"None of your business," he laughed.
My jaw dropped.
"I told you I'd do anything for you," he said, pulling me into a hug, pressing his blood soaked clothes on to mine.
"Yeah, and I told you it wasn't that serious. Are you insane? Why would you do that?" I asked.
"Because I love you," he whispered, squeezing me into the hug. I could only manage to nod and put my head on his chest, ignoring the fact that blood was staining my face. "What have I gotten myself into."
Author's Note: And that's it! I hope it turned out okay. Like I said, yandere is not something I'm familiar with writing. I've played Yandere Simulator but I've never wrote something with a band are character. So if it's bad, I apologize.
Until the next chapter, Bat.
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