mended wounds
pairing: hannibal lecter x male reader
pronouns: he/him
desc: hannibal cleans your wounds
w.c: 870
the smell of blood was pungent as hannibal lecter opened the door to his home. he looked around the foyer, shrugging off his suit jacket and setting it on the chair beside the front entrance.
“y/n?” he called, trudging cautiously down the hall and into the living area. the scent of blood was heavier now, filling the man’s nose with the strong, metallic smell. “y/n.” he called again, louder. he heard faint, jagged breathing.
“in here.” your voice was barely above a whisper. hannibal made haste to the kitchen, finding you hovering over the sink. you try to look up at him.
“i couldn’t find your medical supplies.” you laughed, coughing.
hannibal scanned you, and for a second, worry shrouded his face. “what happened, y/n.”
you shook your head. “don’t worry about it, han. just help me find a med kit.”
“what happened.” his voice shook; you’d never heard him sound so desperate, so angry. you blinked.
“it was just…” you sighed, furrowing your brows. “…a stupid fight.”
he clicked his tongue. “who.”
“han—”
“who, y/n.”
“i don’t know. i barely got a good look at the guy.” you sighed, wincing. hannibal dug through his drawers for a med kit.
“go sit at the table.”
you obliged, too tired to keep standing. you dragged your way to the dining area, slumping down into a chair.
soon after, hannibal appeared beside you.
“where all are you wounded?” he asked, opening up the box.
“my face, mostly.” you looked down at your bloodied hands. “and my knuckles.” he nodded, grabbing a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide.
“this will sting.” he grabbed the damp rag beside the med kit and poured peroxide on it. “you might want to hold onto me.”
“i’m sure i can handle a little more pain.” you laughed dryly. hannibal shook his head, dabbing the rag against your cheek. you winced, hand grabbing his forearm.
“i thought you said you could handle a little more pain.” he commented.
“guess i miscalculated.” he placed his pointer and middle finger under your chin, tilting your head up slightly.
“yes, you did.” he gazed into your eyes for a moment. then said, “why did you come here instead of going home?”
“your house was conveniently close.” you shrugged. “and because i knew my roommates would freak out if they saw what happened.” you smiled at him weakly. “you’re calmer in these situations.”
he nodded, dabbing your forehead. “i see.” it was quiet for a moment. “did he look worse by the end of it?”
you grinned. “you bet.”
the corner of his lip quivered up into a resemblance of a smile. “that’s my boy.”
you felt your heart skip a beat. “your boy, huh?”
“yes.” he reached for your hand and lifted it, running his thumb over your knuckles. “my boy.” he bent slightly and pressed his lips to your wounds. “mine.”
you blinked. then you smiled. “isn’t this breaching our doctor-patient relationship?”
hannibal looked at you. “we’ve breached our doctor-patient relationship many times.” he said. “i don’t see how this is any different.”
you shook your head, watching as he cleaned your knuckles. “it’s different because you know how i feel about you.” you sighed, tongue in cheek. “and, despite knowing this, you’ve never told me how you feel.”
“about knowing your feelings for me?” he asked. “or about how i never told you mine.”
“both.”
hannibal thought for a brief moment. “knowing your feelings for me doesn’t bother me.”
“yeah, i can tell.”
“i think it’s mostly because of my feelings towards you.”
you blinked. “and… what are those feelings?”
“i like you.” he looked at you. “does that bother you, y/n?”
you stilled. slowly, you shook your head. “no. it doesn’t.”
he smiled gently. “good.” he grabbed a roll of gauze, upwrapped it, and wrapped them around your knuckles. he started to clean your other hand, then wrapped those knuckles, too.
“does this change things, doctor lecter?” you asked, looking down at your hand in his. he stared at you, then lifted his hand. standing, he pressed two knuckles under your chin, tilting your head up.
“only if you think things have changed.” he muttered. “and sometimes, change is a good thing.”
“this could potentially be a bad thing.” you said.
“yes, it could.” the corners of his lips quirked in a smile. “but, it’s worth the risk, don’t you agree?”
you smiled gently. “i think so.” he pulled you up, your chest pressing against his.
“good.” he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a sweet, gentle kiss. you grabbed his shoulders, eyes fluttering closed. he placed a hand on your hip, keening against your lips. his lips trailed down to your neck.
“hannibal…” your left hand ran to the nape of his neck.
“shh…” he rubbed your hip slowly. you tugged at the short strands of his hair.
soon, too soon, he pulled away. you whined.
“han…”
he kissed your forehead. “it’s alright, y/n.” he cupped your chin. “you’ll be able to indulge in me soon.” he smiled gently. “let it bloom naturally and at its own pace.” he kissed you again. “i promise you’ll enjoy what’s in store.”
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