Headcannons request for Hannibal and Bedelia with their s/o being drunk after their date 😛
lately i’m spoiling the bedelia stans and i’m not complaining, give the girl some love! thanks for the request and have a wonderful day hun! send requests guys, my asks are always open!
pairing: hannibal lecter x gn!reader, bedelia du maurier x gn!reader
Summary: It’s hard to stay away, it’s impossible to be close. You knew relationship with Bedelia wouldn’t be easy and accepted the fact, but it’s hard anyway. Yet you manage.
Word count: 1.6k
“Touch gives the world emotional context. The touch of others makes us who we are. It builds trust.”
Speaking from the view of others, you were not in a relationship.
Despite knowing the opposite to be true, your friends and family often expressed their doubts if this person was the right one for you. Some who were merely more than acquaintances were as bold as to say this person was just a thing of imagination.
You forgive them every time. You can’t blame them, really.
They all saw you with your previous partners. They’ve knew you your whole life, or most of it. They know how affection you are, how clingy you can get. They know how much you enjoy showing off your partner.
And yet…
Although you are, you claim to be, with your partner for over two years already, none of the people closest to you have seen them. All you told them is that they make you happy. That seemed to satisfy them at first, but it has been a long time after all.
Curiosity is one of the things you’ve come to understand quite well. How wonderful and destructive it can be. But you don’t tell them, because it was Her who taught you.
Some of them have met your partner. They just haven’t realized it. You don’t blame them.
In those moments, after all, you yourself barely believe you truly are dating.
Walking down the street or talking at a conference, your conversation is purely professional. You write down her words to your notebook or record them. If you’re lucky, you might take a picture of her. Nonetheless, it is all very sterile. No one suspects a thing – more than that, it would never cross anyone’s mind. Which is kind of the point.
Actually, that is also up to debate. One of your colleagues did joke once that She was exactly your type. You gave it a thought and made some excuse as to why he was wrong. You knew he’d forget the exchange before you got into the car, but your heart was racing for the rest of the day. It still does when it just so happens that you find yourself working with him somewhere she is.
It is challenging. You don’t know whether your job is a curse or a blessing. You get to attend the lectures and presentations with her, only not with her, you get to interview her. It’s better than not seeing her at all but it’s all professional. You need to keep your distance. It’s hard. It’s hard when you’re jealous of everyone she looks at, because she won’t look at you on point and you know it. It’s hard to see her shake hands with someone she meets for the first time because that’s more contact than you got that week. It’s just hard.
There’s a good reason for all these precautions, you know. Maybe not the exact reason, but it’s enough. She told you that by associating with her you’re putting yourself at great risk. This all is for your own safety. You trust her. She only wants to protect you and the best way to do so is to keep your relationship a secret. One little slip up could cost you both dearly. She made that abundantly clear.
Still, you loathe the people swarming around her at conferences. She’s charming, wonderful. She’s radiant and breathtaking. You’re painfully aware of all that. There’s of course nothing to worry about unfaithfulness-wise. However, the underlying problem is that even knowing that gives you barely any comfort.
You just miss her. Yearn for her. Ache for her.
Calling and texting are hardly options. Too easy to trace should anyone try. You wonder, sometimes, whether if perhaps you found a bottle small enough to pass through the tap and big enough to carry a letter you might reach her that way.
Sometimes when you look out of your window and watch her house, your and her yards seem like a wild sea separating you, the fence an unclimbable wall. It makes you feel creepy though, so you don’t seek for the sight of her that way.
It’s hard. It’s painful.
And she knows. Obviously she knows. She’s intelligent. One of the top psychiatrists in the country and you are hers. Naturally she knows. And you know she knows.
It’s clear from the bouquets of flowers that you sometimes find waiting in front of your door. The flowers change. Roses, red and white, azaleas. Lately, it’s been hyacinths mostly; asking for forgiveness.
It’s clear from the notes left in the flowers, or sometimes on your floor as they fall through the letterbox on your door. They are written in her neat handwriting. The smell of her cologne lingers on them. They are gentle, loving. Suddenly, for a few minutes, it’s good she doesn’t see you because you’re a mess, crying and sniffling.
In any case, it’s comforting to know that she’s been here. Perhaps in the dead of night, hidden from anyone’s sight, but she’s been near. She’s still protecting you.
That’s why even getting together was a herculean task. Years of pining for each other, longing, pushing away and pulling close; all that done in a way that no one but the two of you knew. She caused more heartbreak than any of your previous partners. And yet you’ve still choose to be hers and are hers. Always will be.
Even though it’s hard. She can be extremely cruel.
They tease you, your friends, asking about your domestic life since clearly your relationship is unsuitable for the public. They like to joke that maybe you live together but don’t realize it as you avoid each other even at home.
You smile and laugh. They can never tell if it’s honest or not.
It’s true that Bedelia is detached, awfully so.
Perhaps it’s a habit.
When she deems it safe, she comes to you – makes your home hers as well.
It’s awkward at first. You’re excited, filled with joy, threatening to burst. Yet her calm demeanor grounds you. The air around her keeps you still, calm on the outside while the storm inside rages. And she knows.
It’s easy enough to see. She’s curious what you’ll do. Yet, afraid to scare her away, you always comply with how she is. She doesn’t comment on it, but you think she’s grateful. Perhaps she’s waiting for you to snap. Maybe when that happens, she’ll give you the same smile she wears when something excites her.
You start slow, taking your time. At first it’s accidental touches as if your instinct is drawing you to her. Sometimes you even apologize, but there’s a silent something in her eyes that makes you stop. You can’t identify the emotion yet for some reason you believe it’s hurt.
If you’re cooking together, you let your fingers linger against hers as you hand her something. You stand close to her, not too much to seem to hover over her, just enough.
Then you allow yourself to caress her, fleetingly. Her skin is always so smooth, begging to be touched if only she let her walls down. Sometimes you can’t hold yourself back anymore and hug her tightly. She indulges you, she always does, putting her arms around you too, holding you safely in her arms.
Still, mostly it’s just your knees brushing as you sit close on the sofa and chat, hands finding each other, fingers intertwining. Little comforts. You’re grateful for the opportunity to talk freely. To hear about what is new in her life, to talk about yours, converse. To be able to tell her you love her. That you missed her. And you know she’ll say the words back, in due time.
Because even if she seems distant, cold, she isn’t. Not really.
You go to sleep, lying close yet with enough space between you. She told you that you tend to extend a hand towards her when you’re falling asleep. You don’t know about that but you do know that in the dead of night, she wakes you up. Not on purpose, she just couldn’t sleep, she’ll say.
Then she’ll kiss you. Softly as if pleading with you to let her continue. She’s careful, gentle. The walls she built will start crumbling down. She’s getting more passionate with each kiss, she shows you how much she longed for you, ached for you. She’s holding your face in her hands, caressing your cheeks. You pull her closer by her waist. There’s no oxygen in your lungs but you refuse to separate until last second. And even then you tease each other, fleeting kisses or gentle kitten licks to lips. Your bedroom fills with giggles.
Her hands start to wander, as do yours. Exploring your bodies, proving to yourselves that it’s real. You undress each other soon enough.
There’s nothing sexual about it. It merely reveals more skin to touch.
The direct contact always makes her shiver at first. She’s not used to being touched, or touching for that matter. It’s all slow gliding of hands against skin. Assuring each other that it’s true. That you’re both alive and safe. That the love is mutual, as deep as ever, your bond unbroken by the challenges. There’s a lot of skin to explore, and you can’t help but savor each other. It’s the most wonderful little eternity you’ve ever known in your life.
But when, inevitably, you start dozing off, she pulls you close to her chest. She’s soft, very much so, and warm. You can feel her heart beating, each breath she takes. It’s soothing. Everything else fades away. The only thing present in your mind is her.
Request: “.How a sweet girl met hanni? He doesn’t know she’s married to Bedelia tho”
Pairing: Bedelia x Reader
When he first saw you he was entranced. You were so kind, beautiful and just perfect for him
He’d flirt with you constantly, anything from small compliments to full in flowers. When he likes someone he really likes them and wants to make it known to everyone
This would go on for weeks, maybe a month or two-give or take- and he wouldn’t have a clue
You’d try to reject him. You even told him you were married but did he listen? No. This is Hannibal we’re talking about
Then one day Bedelia would show up. She’d walk up to you and would ask about your day. Hannibal would notice the adoration her eyes held and would go to say something but then you’d lean in and would kiss her.
After that Hannibal finally understood why you rejected him so many times. He’d feel embarrassed and would never mention it again
The first time you saw her was at Hopkins. She was the most intimidating woman you have ever met. Your hands were slightly shaking when you introduced yourself to her after her speech. Even though your first talk was pretty clumsy, because you were nervous as hell, you two quickly became really good friends
Your were hanging out together a lot, talking about absolutely everything and drinking wine. Sometimes you would end up too drunk to go home, so you had to stay the night, sleeping with her in her bed but nothing ever happened. You were pretty sure she was straight so you weren't even trying anything. You also didn't want to ruin your relationship, so you did your best to hide your little huge crush on her.
During one of your "ladies nights" Bedelia realized something. While you were laughing your ass off because of some stupid thing she said, she was simply watching you and smiling to herself. She has been attracted to you for a while now but never thought about it as a romantic thing. Until that day.
"Something wrong?" you asked when you stopped laughing and noticed, she was staring at you.
"You just have very beautiful smile" she said with a little smirk and you blushed immediately. "And also... I think I'm in love with you."
"Y-you what?" you almost chocked on your wine. "But I thought..."
"That I am straight?" she chuckled. "Never heard such a nonsense..."
May I ask for overall dating Bedelia headcannons? What is she like in the relationship etc. Thank you 🙏🏻😊
i have to say i was surprised to see how little content there is about her, really. so i’m very grateful for this ask, hope it’s what you were looking for, enjoy! i wanted to write about her from a broader perspective, so i hope you don’t mind i altered the ask a little bit
pairing: bedelia du maurier x gn!reader
warnings: mention of mental illness
bedelia du maurier sfw dating alphabet
a - asking out
as much as i believe in bedelia’s confidence, it was you who made the defining move. you met at a charity gala on a chilly evening in september. the first round of champagne has been distributed and bedelia found herself finished greeting all of her acquaintances, her gaze suddenly drawn to an unknown figure. pushed by an invisible force, nearly ran in your direction. “oh, i’m so sorry, i mistook you for one of my old friends!” it was a lame attempt in masking her excitement, but you just laughed and introduced yourself. as the evening passed you ended up gravitating towards each other multiple times. it was almost surreal, you gave in to the urge to finally ask her out
b - best friend
the connection between you is undeniable, it runs deeper than simple attraction. bedelia is an attentive listener and there was something about her that made you trust her completely. it’s your weekly ritual to dish out the juiciest gossip on saturday dinners. it’s always fun to make fun all your pretentious colleagues and drink good wine. there is always an atmosphere of warmth and trust when you hang out together. you don’t need anyone else in your life, because you just found true love in your soulmate’s embrace
c - cooking
i feel like she isn’t a fan of cooking. it feels mundane and messy for her. hates cleaning afterwards. she can make simple things or prepare a beautiful charcuterie board but that’s it. that’s not to say she doesn’t enjoy fancy food; you both will explore all restaurants in the neighbourhood, searching for the perfect place to relax after a long day of work. sometimes you’re both too tired to go out and end up snacking in the kitchen, laughing at bedelia’s attempts at cooking dinner. in the end it always tastes good because of how much fun you had preparing it (and thanks to your life-saving cooking skills)
d - date time!
at first you mingled at many social events, sometimes dancing under the scrutinising gazes of other guests. as your connection deepened, you opted for coziness of your houses. you lost track of passing days, the whole world seemingly disappearing for the time of your dates. bedelia doesn’t like planning many things ahead as her schedule changes frequently. quite early on you got the spare key to her home, hanging out anytime you got. the setting doesn’t have to be special for you two, the sheer company makes for unforgettable time
e - escapism, exploring the enchanted gardens
for bedelia, the only thing that can measure up to your beauty are flowers. on gloomy days you would visit local botanical gardens or orangeries. the humid air and heart-fluttering scent make of a unique atmosphere so unreal and mystical, you can forget all the mundane earthly worries. you dive into the feeling, savouring the serenity in your lover’s eyes: a sight so rare and precious to your heart
f - favourite part
her favourite part of you is your hands. the light squeezes and feather-like brushes of the knuckles, it grounds her and never fails to make her heart flutter. bedelia would trace your callouses, detailed lines on your palms searching for peace after a difficult day. loves the way your hands fit together. eager to adorn your hand with a promise ring
g - gifts
bedelia is a big spender and you can’t convince me otherwise. will buy you gifts any chance she gets, ranging from your favourite pastry on a sunday breakfast to a gold pendant she saw on a shopping spree. expect countless items related to your hobbies appearing on your shelf. it’s always something thoughtful and not over-the-top. you once scolded her careless shopping habits and now she’s bit better with limiting herself. but she just loves you so much, there’s no stopping bedelia from splurging on your birthday
h - holidays
i would say her favourite holiday is the summer vacation. she enjoys the warm evenings filled with mellow jazz and good rosé. it usually means less work and more time to spend with you. it’s the season for oversized sunglasses and strapless dresses. evening seem to stretch on forever, filled with your soft laughter and your cheeks flushed from the heat.
i - illness
gets sick easily, especially in autumn. with meeting a lot of people come consequences, but with years she got better with masking her own struggles to focus on helping the other person. if you notice her sneezing, she will dismiss it as dust allergy or something. bedelia enjoys being pampered as long as it doesn't get in the way of her work. pro tip: reschedule all her meetings before she has the chance to protest!
j - jealous, jealous girl! does she get jealous easily? how does she react to you being jealous?
she despises seeing you jealous. for her it’s a symptom of distrust, which she fears the most in a relationship. but sometimes it can’t be avoided: once a waiter slipped a note into her hand and bedelia made a show out of turning him down. she was shocked to see a shadow of a frown if your face. “what’s wrong, dear?”was her voice a little too loud, she wondered. “it was cruel. i wish people knew you’re mine and stop doing such things.” it was hard for the blonde to hide the smirk forming on her lips.
k - kisses
kisses with bedelia are short but sensual. they leave you wanting more and yearning for her touch. like everything with her, they’re playful yet almost dignified. the way she places her thumb under your eye, studying the depth of your orbs. how your hips touch as your bodies slowly melt into each other and the surrounding fade away. her breath is hungry, she’s feeding off your desperation. with nowhere to run, you’re savouring every second.
l - love language
words of affirmation are a must. as a psychiatrist she understands the importance of communication and wants you to know how much you mean to her. it’s just.. her emotions are so strong and bedelia wants you to know just how much you mean for her, her efforts seem a bit messy and the message doesn’t really get through. there’s just so much she wants to tell you on the daily basis.
m - mornings
hates to waste time in morning. not to say she’s an early bird, she hates the way her joints feel heavy and her gaze blurs at the bright sunlight. it’s like the nature is playing a joke on her clouded mind. her days are filled with rummaging through people’s darkest memories and pristine mornings seem like an ironic prelude. however, her attitude changed when you moved in with her. now the sharp rays are the signal to let go of your body, start of missing your warmth and calming scent. but seeing you rub your eyes sleepily makes bedelia forget all about it
n - nicknames
for you: duckling! there’s a cute story behind it. there was a cocktail party hannibal was hosting and you both couldn’t miss for the world. unfortunately you barely knew any guests and just followed bedelia anywhere she went. during the dinner you observed her manners intently, faithfully copying her every move. when came the time to chat with host, hannibal greeted you by saying “and who is the lovely duckling following you around, bedelia?”
for her: snowflake! cold and unique, bedelia is an unattainable treasure for most people. some tried holding her tightly, but it resulted in losing her momentarily. you were the one she graced with her beauty, the one who saw her true nature and didn’t try to melt her icy exterior. you loved all her sharp edges and intricate patterns
o - open book, how open is she about her past, her struggles?
to be honest she doesn’t like discussing her past. it’s complicated and painful so she doesn’t want to burden you with unnecessary knowledge. but if you as for something in a straightforward manner, she will probably confess what’s on her mind. just don’t press too hard as she feels more comfortable helping with your struggles. during some late-night talks like this she will also unveil a bit of her struggles, so listen carefully then and hug her tightly
p - pda (public display of affection)
melts every time you greet her with a kiss on the cheek. it’s subtle and cute, but during a dinner party it can reassure her deeply. sometimes she would squeeze your ring finger to catch your attention. no one needs big embraces or french kisses to see how madly in love and committed you are to each other. it’s the stolen moments by the bathroom giggling and staring contests across the ballroom. a smile so bright each moment your hands are intertwined. it doesn’t take a detective to tell how much in love you are
q - quiz time! how much does she know and remember about you?
queen of small gestures. once again, it’s her job to remember personal information and uses it to her advantage. that blue shirt you liked on instagram? she will paint the bedroom walls with this colour. in the early stages of your relationship she exhausted all sources to find more information about you. it’s gotten to the point when you want to tell her a story from your childhood and she just goes “oh, i remember that one” even though you don’t remember telling her about this detail
r - romance
she has a very alluring aura and in addition to that, bedelia has an immense knowledge about relationships. she has seen the most toxic unions as well as pure platonic couples through her career. she knows exactly what to not do, but barely what how she actually wants to treat you. she’s not big on over-the-top gestures and splurging on gifts. firm believer in quality time! she goes relatively fast in the relation, which doesn’t make her intentions less genuine. she would never admit that she fell for you at the first sight, but bedelia was sure the moment she saw you.
s - sense of security
constantly being around unstable individuals, hell, being held hostage as hannibal’s wife, i took a big toll on her well-being. when he’s in jail, it’s like something is missing. the lack of adrenaline felt foreign, so i feel like she would look for it in a relationship. borderline unhealthy attraction to scheming, games of cat and mouse. keeps life interesting until there is mutual trust within the relationship. keep each other on your toes while holding hands tightly.
t - temper
i would say she’s a stoic person, to the point it’s unsettling. when provoked, her rage manifest as an icy, calculated cruelty. she knows how to hurt a person on a spiritual level and they won’t notice until it hits them bad. bedelia is like a dormant volcano, full of mystery and unspoken wishes. the first time you’ve ever seen her angry was when hannibal escaped prison. the animalistic look in her eyes made you want to flee. moment like these, she’s like a venomous snake, quietly contemplating whether to spare her prey.
u - unwinding
i guess that she host her psychiatric sessions in her house, so the building has a strong stressful connotation. but it was like she haven’t noticed; always reading in her living room, excusing herself from other plans to stay at home and rest. you made it your point to change her habit. you started to plan dates outside, dragging bedelia to the lakeside and taking her on long walks to talk about her feelings. that’s also the reason you eat out so much. it’s become your tradition to go to the seaside once in a while
v - vanity, is she concerned about her looks? and what would people think?
she likes to look her best every day, reliable and charming attire is her signature. adores accessories and the days when her hair curl perfectly. her whole image is meticulously crafted during her years as a therapist. it makes her feel empowered during difficult moments. bedelia wants to look reliable and a little unattainable. the layers of silk make for an intricate armour and tease
w - warmth and wishes
“well, and what did you pray for?” she asked, ushering you to the side, a playful smile lingering on her lips. the birthday cake was long forgotten, but the sight of your hopeful eyes wouldn’t leave bedelia’s thoughts. you’re not supposed to share the wish with anyone, but this time you would make an exception. you look at girlfriend and confess with a hushed voice. “i asked that you would believe me.” her baffled expression begged for more. “it’s just… i love you so much and i can’t stand the way you dismiss my praises. the only thing i care about in this world is your happiness. so give it to me, it’s my birthday after all.” you chuckled, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. “then who am i to deny your wish, duckling?”
x - xtra, random headcanon for you!
has a collection of silk scarves, once someone told her they carry scent the best, so she can enjoy her favourite perfumes even more. also, bedelia likes to match the colours and patterns to how the scent makes her feel: musk fits embroidery, floral patterns with fresh aromas etc. she would gift you one for your anniversary, so you can have a part of her always with you. if there is a challenging day looming before her, she would take the scarf from you to feel your scent throughout the day.
y - yuck! absolute no-no in the relationship
incompetence and helplessness. she had enough of desperate individuals in her lifetime and craves for a partner, not another patient. someone to ground her, remind of what’s real, present. another big turn-off is a lot of secrets. as it may be thrilling to play games sometimes, she is not keen on uncertainty and insincere gestures. she’s sure about the relationship with you, so don’t make the mistake of doubting it.
z - zzz… sleeping habits!
as i mentioned previously, bedelia has a hard time falling asleep. sometimes it takes a chamomile tea before bed or a heart-to-heart at two am. she wouldn’t want to burden you with her struggles, but with time you’ve started to recognise her breathing patterns. after a while you just cuddle her and softly ask what’s bothering her so late at night. she never snores, but trashes a lot. needs something to hug, either your arm or her favourite pillow
