pairing: Hannibal x afab!reader
genre: comfort • awkward
notes: based on this ask!
Hihi I was stuck scrolling and I wondered how would Hannibal react if reader had a stuck tampon situation - like the string snapped or got lost but the relationship is still pretty new so she doesn’t want to ask for his help but eventually caves? Asking as anon but I can ping you if needed ^_^
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It happened at the absolute worst time possible.
You had been in Hannibal's bathroom for nearly twenty minutes already, sitting on the edge of the bathtub in growing horror.
The string had snapped. Or disappeared. Or both...
You had tried not to panic at first. Tried to fix it yourself quietly and pretend nothing had happened.
Unfortunately, the more anxious you became, the more impossible it felt.
By the time Hannibal knocked softly on the bathroom door, you were quite sure this would be the end of both yourself and this relationship.
"My dear?" His voice came smooth and calm through the wood. "Are you alright?"
Hannibal could faintly smell the blood and probably also your panic.
"Mhm," you lied instantly.
Silence.
Then, very gently: "You have been in there quite some time."
You covered your face with your hand immediately.
The relationship was still new enough that an embarrassment like this could still physically kill you.
Hannibal had seen you half-asleep, crying during films...
But this?
Absolutely not.
"Darling." he repeated as you stayed silent, his tone softened further.
"Open the door."
You stared at it for a long moment before finally shuffling over and unlocking it just enough for him to peek inside.
Hannibal took one look at your expression and immediately understood this was not a casual problem.
"What happened?" he asked, clearly concerned now.
You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
"It's stupid...." you muttered.
"I highly doubt that."
You hesitated so long Hannibal simply waited, patient as ever.
"My tampon got stuck." you finally whispered, clearly mortified.
You could not even look at him.
"Ah," Hannibal said softly after a moment.
"I tried to get it out myself," you admitted miserably. "But I can't and now I think I'm making it worse."
Hannibal's expression gentled almost immediately.
"You should have called for me sooner."
"I didn’t want you to think I was gross..."
The words slipped out before you could stop them.
Hannibal looked genuinely confused for half a second, "Gross?"
He stepped fully into the bathroom then, closing the door behind him quietly.
"My dear," he said carefully, "I am a surgeon."
Hannibal's hand came up to your cheek almost automatically, thumb brushing over your skin
"And more importantly," he added softly, "you are someone I care for very deeply. There is very little you could do that would disgust me."
The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache a little.
He crouched slightly in front of you then, gaze steady and reassuring.
"May I help you?"
You still burned with embarrassment, but his calmness slowly melted through the panic.
You nodded reluctantly.
Hannibal handled the situation with absurd gentleness.
Like there was nothing humiliating about this at all.
He talked to you the entire time in that low soothing voice of his, one hand rubbing slow circles against your knee whenever you tensed.
"Breathe for me."
"Almost there."
"You're doing so good."
"You're alright."
And when it was finally over, relief hit you hard.
Hannibal simply disposed of everything neatly before washing his hands.
Meanwhile you sat there still looking vaguely traumatized by the entire experience.
Hannibal returned a moment later with a warm washcloth and cleaned you up as well.
"Still convinced I think you are gross?"
You let out a sound that was something between a wince and a groan.
"Please never speak to me again...." you said, not meaning any of it obviously.
Hannibal smiled at that, small, fond and content.
"That seems unlikely, dear" he hummed.
Then he leaned down and kissed your forehead like this had simply been another ordinary act of intimacy between the two of you.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Hannibal (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Jack Crawford, Alana Bloom, Beverly Katz, Brian Zeller, Jimmy Price, Will Graham's Dogs
Additional Tags: Love at First Sight, Romantic Fluff, Sugar Daddy Hannibal Lecter, Sugar Baby Will Graham, Dom/sub, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, First Kiss, First Time, Virginity Kink, Shy Will Graham, Possessive Behavior, Obsession, Protective Hannibal Lecter, Shameless Smut, Making Love, Hannibal Lecter is the Chesapeake Ripper, Gift Giving, Spoiled Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter Loves Will Graham, Will Graham Loves Hannibal Lecter, Praise Kink, Vulnerable Will Graham, Soft Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham's bisexual awakening, Spanking, Biting, Rough Sex, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Aftercare, Orgasm Control, Daddy Kink, season 1 AU, Episode: s01e01 Apéritif
Summary:
Hannibal decides not to waste time, and finds Will right after their first meeting in Jack's office, where Hannibal offers to be his sugar daddy. Will is completely taken off-guard and while he tries to remain defensive and suspicious, he is soon swept away by Hannibal's adoring, spoiling, sexy attention...
One of my favorite tropes with Hannigram post fall fanfic is that Hannibal goes from this chaotic gremlin of a person who wants to fuck around and find out in the worst ways possible to a himbo house husband who loves his sweaty husband so much and just wants to cook him a nice meal.
You know this man’s never touched fast food with a twelve foot pole and would want a dog getting hair all over his expensive Gucci suits like he wants a hole in his head. But Will says he wants it and he’s ✨whatever you want, love✨ 😚💜.
Man has the strength and fury of the devil yet Will just has him like alright I’m not even that mad. People he’d normal butcher and eat are just slipping through his fingers and he’s not even tripping.
Like all he needed to calm down the fuck was to land the guy and I respect him for that.
Touch starved Will? No, touched starved Hannibal. Mans never been in love in his life. He’s been crushing hard but never believed he’d ever truly win over Will, post-fall is literally his dream world.
He gets flustered whenever Will touches him, he melts. Whenever Will compliments him or says ‘I love you’ he makes an excuse and leaves the room and does a little squeal. He cuddles with an iron grip, the biggest, dopiest smile on his face.
He’s just in utter bliss. Hasn’t felt anyone for three years, and now he’s with Will, who he practically worships. No, Hannibal is touch starved one.
