Reborn From Ashes

Coffee Shop

Summary; As a university student in London you were just trying to get to know the city, the beautiful places etc. and a certain gentleman caught your eye.

Warnings; Yeap this is it guys. THE END.

Words; 820

A/N; Hi guys, I've got the flu and its bad. I'm recovering at the moment, I wanted to finish the series here because ✨its mental illness for me✨ I'm not fine. Whatever, I will be fine in time, sorry for any typos, enjoy! Gif isn't mine, peace out!

Chapter Seven, Final Chapter

On your way home you cried a lot, you didn't care about the stares you got. What hurt you the most was that woman calling you an ''ugly bitch'' you never stuck on comments like that before but maybe today wasn't the day for you or whatever, you couldn't stop the tears.

Going home felt like took you forever, as soon as you shut your door you released the breath you were holding. Today was something else, first you had a perfect time with ''Sir Thomas William Hiddleston'' later shit went crazy and no one likes to be played.

You sat on your chouch, you didn't know what to do when a call came from Tom, you were surprised because you thought that he flirted with you couple of times, played you and then he is done.

Curiosity got the best of you, you answered the call.

''Y/N, I can explain everything, please allow me to talk to you in person. I can come to your place or, or we can meet at our café. I just need to-''

His voice sounded worried, or maybe he is just a good actor?

''Tom, you are hurting my ear. I will send you the address, yes we should talk about this face to face.'' You tried to sound cold and not caring, after a pause Tom replied, ''Thank you for giving me a chance.''

''This is not a chance Tom. Don't get your hopes up. See you soon.''

You changed your clothes quickly, washed your face with cold, almost freezing water to wake up, you still felt numb. After texting him your address he arrived like 30min later.

When you answered the door Tom was there with a bouquet of flowers and chocalate. ''Hi.'' His smile almost made you forget everything, almost. You moved out of his way and he walked in.

He saw the boxes you haven't opened yet, you were right , this doesn't seem like a home. ''Thank you for letting me come to your house Y/N. These are for you.'' You took the gifts, flowers smelled fresh and heavenly.

He watched you put the flowers in a vase and por water. You opened the chocalate box and started to eat, ''Sit.'' you said firmly, you had the control and you liked it. He sat like a good boy he is, you sat next to him, turned to him quickly ''Explain.''

He exhaled deeply, ''I've meant to tell you who I am but I enjoyed our time together so much that I didn't want to spoil it.''

You were still eating and listening to him, he continued while your intense gaze made him shift on his seat.

''Today we had such a great time, thank you. I was going to tell you but my fans did it before I could. I'm so sorry, I've never tried to mock you or use you. I would never do that to someone, I do understand why you left in anger. You don't have to contact me ever again. I have to tell you-'' he stopped for a second, thought about what he wants to say,

''that I would love to spend more time with you, get to know you better.'' he bit his lower lip, it was a nervous gesture.

''Wow!'' You said mouth full, ''This is bussin!'' and you licked your chocalate covered fingers, you caught his eyes watching your every move.

''Tom, since we are being honest... that fan of yours called me ''ugly bitch'' if I will be exposed to things like that everytime we go out...'' you had to gather your courage to speak again, ''I can't see you anymore. I'm sorry but I've worked so hard to love myself and mentally healthy, I can't go back to that dark place again. I will not tolerate any kind of bullshit.''

It was true, you were bullied for years and had family issues so you went to see a therapist for a long ass time. I'm sorry Y/N, I didn't hear what she said. I am terribly sorry for that. I cannot assure you whether you won't face things like this or not but I can assure you that I will be on your side.'' He held your hand, when you looked at his puppy eyes you believed every word he uttered.

''Okay.'' You simply said because you were afraid that your voice would shake.

''So,'' he began slowly, ''Am I forgiven?'' he rubbed the back of your hand gently, lovingly.

''Yeap. I already forgave you when you showed up with the gifts but I wanted to make you suffer.''

He wasn't nervous anymore, ''Love to get punished.'' he could feel the flush creeping up his cheeks. He pulled you close to him for a hug, a deep and long hug.

Both of you had no idea where this will lead you.. an honest friendship? or a romantic relationship?

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Thanksgiving Dinner

Hannibal Request; Wondering if you could do like a quick drabble or something with Hannibal x shy! reader?Like it's reader's first time making thanksgiving dinner and she invited Hannibal and reader just nails everything and Hannibal is shook at reader's cooking skills and reader is like "lol it's my first time doing this. @theichabbieclub​

Short drabble for my Hannibal fans <3

Sorry for any typos. Love u all!

Hannibal x Shy Reader

Warnings; Little flirting ;)) 

Y/N was the new member of Jack’s FBI crew and he was careful with her because we all know what happened to the last one, she was new to Baltimore and she was feeling anxious however a certain man was on her side all the time. Doctor Hannibal Lecter met her on a case and even though he was known to be a distant and cold person on that day he offered her his coat because she was shivering, oh how red her cheeks got that day, she was usually shy and whenever he offered  her something it made her blush. 

That day she had to jump into a lake because she saw a part of evidence floating away. She was eager to prove herself and Hannibal could see that, after days of working together and coming across with him in Jack’s office they became friends. Hannibal was a smart man with a perfect deduction skills so he picked up on her shyness and toyed with her a lot.

Y/N wanted to throw a Thanksgiving dinner and she invited Hannibal, it was a bold move because she heard how an excellent chef he is, Hannibal was curious and said yes. The problem was that it was her first time making this so she was nervous as hell. 

Hannibal Lecter bid farewell to his last patient and looked at his watch, it was time to go to Y/N’s house, he was being close to her because last time one of Jack’s crew almost spoiled his plans and he was keeping an eye on this shy young woman who was quite beautiful. Hannibal wasn’t a man who was easily impressed, however, every time he was around her he had this feeling… he did not know what it is but he knew that he would never hurt her or put her in danger. He took his coat, locked all the doors and drove to her place, of course he didn’t forget her favorite wine and he also made French style soufflé to eat after dinner. He never got the chance to invite her to his house and cook for her so he wanted to impress her with a tastey dessert. 

He had been into her house before so he knew the place, it was a small house but warm, Hannibal secretly was jealous how homey the place was, he loved his house, it was like a museum but there wasn’t any warmness to it.Y/N opened the door and smiled brightly, Hannibal found himself looking at her up and down because she had a gorgeous evening dress, a chill went through him. 

‘’You look ravishing in that dress Y/N.’’ 

He watched her get shy and try to look somewhere at the distance, ‘’I can say the same for you Hannibal, come in.’’The table was set and quite honestly Hannibal was galvanized, ‘’May I take your coat?’’ he hummed as he discarded his coat and let her take it, he was looking at the dinner table. She cooked roast turkey, mashed potatos, gravy, green beans and corn, and let’s not forget the dinner rolls. There were two red candles matched the colour of her dress, ‘’This looks delicious Y/N.’’

‘’I hope you like the food I made for us, let’s sit.’’ He sat at the head of the table, Y/N sat on his left, ‘’Traditionally the man of the house chops the turkey. May I?’’ Hannibal asked trying to hide his intentions, he had plans for Y/N but she didn’t have to learn them now. ‘’Please.’’ 

She gave him the tools he needed, she poured the red wine and they started to eat. She watched him smell the food and then eat it, he closed his deep brown eyes and savoured the taste, he opened his eyes to meet Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes, he had a proud smile. ‘’Delicious love, you did an amazing job.’’ Y/N felt her cheeks get warm, ‘’T- thank you Hannibal.’’He had a smirk, it was fun to play with her, ‘’No need to be shy around me Y/N,’’ he placed his hand on her cheek, it made her look up to meet his eyes which had strange auro around them. ‘’you can be whoever you want to be. I won’t judge, I give you my word.’’ 

When Hannibal made a promise he stick to it, even though Y/N was getting anxious around him sometimes she could try open up to him a little bit more. Throughout the dinner they talked, shared ideas about a new case, they drank all the wine, ‘’I assume your friends love your Thanksgiving dinner parties.’’ Hannibal said as he finished his plate, ‘’Actually this is my first time.’’ ‘’Then you are a natural at culinary arts.’’ Hannibal was always giving her praises and Y/N could feel that he started to fancy her, they were spending time together and enjoyed each others company. It was time for dessert, Hannibal put the small plate in front of her, ‘’Bon Appétit.’’ She took a bite from it and her head fell back and a soft moan left her mouth, it gave Hannibal some images of certain things… he drank his wine. ‘’I take it you like my dessert?’’ He loved playing with words, ‘’Yes Doctor Lecter, I loved your dessert, I might want more.’’ The wine was talking and she didn’t mind to flirt with him. ‘’You shall have more.’’ 

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Fire on Ice

Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest and the best thing that happened to him all his life.

Genres; Romance, smut in the future, mob, gangs, slow-burn,

Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Words; 2.073K

Warnings; +18, male masturbation, dirty thoughts. 

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A/N; Hi guys! Hope you like this new chapter, things are slowly building. Sorry for any typos.  Let me know what you think, I appreciate feedback and new ideas. 

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Chapter Four

You waited for him but he didn’t come early and your body was begging you to sleep so you climbed the wooden stairs, you didn’t want to use the elevator –yes he had a elevator in his house- like he said there were multiple bedrooms, at the end of the long hall there were 2 bedrooms which looked children’s bedroom so you skipped that section and turned your left. One of the doors was open you walked in, it was his bedroom. You hit the yellow lights, the bed was white, had black curtains on the tall windows, there was a wall to wall closet, you noticed the big mirror on the ceiling and felt your cheeks go warm with dirty thoughts, you could smell his perfume, everything look neat and tidy. You had a wicked idea, you took off your clothes, put them on the single couch next to the tall window, opened his closet to find an over-sized shirt. You saw a white one and wore it, the shirt covered your ass, it was like a dress. You went to his bathroom to wash your face and go to bed and the bathroom was iconic. Floors and walls were white marble which had grey tones in it, there was a shower and a bathtub. You decided to take a quick shower because you smelled like booze and smokes. He didn’t have much products in the shower, just a shampoo and body wash and his bath sponge. His body wash smelled like pine trees and mint, you felt fresh, you wrapped yourself with the big white towel, the rest of the house looked like a hotel but his room smelled like him, after drying your body you wore that shirt again and climbed the bed, it was big. You were hesitant because what if he comes and sees you in his bed just now and gets angry? After all you didn’t know each other for a long time, you felt your eyes get heavy and fell asleep, you couldn’t hear  the ring tone of your text messages, you were too tired.

It was 3.30 at night when Tom came back, he noticed there was no sound in the house, maybe you left? Why did he feel sad when he thought of that possibility, he climbed the stairs and saw the kitchen and dining room empty, he climbed to his 3rd floor and saw his bedroom door wide open. The yellow light coming from the hall was enough so he walked in and saw you sleeping in his bed. He silently took of his jacket and shoes, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at your sleeping frame. Your chest was moving up and down in harmony, your hair looked damp and he could smell his scent on you, he took a deep breath to calm himself, he felt his boxer got tight.

‘’Who are you?’’ he found himself whisper to the air, he stood up to take a shower, he was being silent in order to not wake you up because you looked tired earlier and it look like you needed a long sleep. When he was in the shower he thought if Benedict was right, he was Tom’s best friend and they knew everything about each other, his eyes were closed, forehead resting on the cold shower wall, warm water running down his body and an image came to his mind, it was an image of you taking a shower here hours ago. He couldn’t help but imagine you naked and washing your body, humming a tune. His bath sponge was wet before he walked in the shower so you must have used it, he imaged your hands using it to rub your boobs, coming down to your belly and between your legs, his hand went to his semi hard cock, this mental image got dirtier as the seconds went. He imagined you resting your back on the glass of the shower and using the sponge to pleasure yourself, soaking in his scent. Moaning his name like a prayer, Tom was touching himself, pre cum dripping from his pink tip, he tried to keep his whimpers and moans quiet. The thought of getting caught by you turned him on even more, he imagined you listening to him jerking off and whispering your name and you walking into the shower, getting on your knees for him and taking his length in your sassy mouth. Eyes on him and only him, that image pushed him out of the edge and he came in his big hand, hard. He had to rest on the wall, as he came down from his high he cleaned everything and left the shower, that white towel you used before was hanging on his waist. He caught a glimpse of his flushed face in the foggy mirror, he was ashamed of what he just did.

 The Next Morning

You could feel the morning sun on your face, to be honest you haven’t slept this good in a while. You stretched you arms and legs in bed and rubbed your eyes. You saw Tom’s clothes from last night on the couch next to yours, you looked in bed but he wasn’t here, ‘’Where did he sleep?’’ you questioned. You left the bed and washed your face, took your phone to see any updates and you saw Jack’s text. You though he was going to ask you out again but it looked like a serious text.

‘’We have to talk. Meet me at your bar tonight. It’s important.’’

You never got a text from Jack like this before so you decided to call him, you were afraid something bad happened to him. He didn’t pick up the phone. You left your phone and walked outside, the house was silent except the sounds coming from the kitchen downstairs.

Tom was there fixing breakfast for you, ‘’Morning!’’ you said with a low tone, he turned to face you, he only had grey pants, his chest was bare. ‘’Oh no, I was going to surprise you.’’ He protested throwing his hands in the air, ‘’Sorry.’’ As soon as he saw your face he remembered last night and his cheeks got pink, thank God you looked clueless. He came to kiss your forehead, it became a thing of his which made you smile. ‘’I made you proper English breakfast darling.’’ You looked to see, there were 2 plates filled with bacon, eggs, cooked beans, roasted tomatoes, cooked mushrooms and let’s not forget the blood sausages. ‘’Where did you find blood sausages?!’’ they looked disgusting but you didn’t want to say anything, this man let you sleep in his house last night and made you breakfast the next morning, you felt spoiled. ‘’There is a butcher I found. You should try it.’’ You helped him placing everything on the dining table, it was early in the morning so the view of the city was foggy, you took a sip from the orange juice and moaned, it was delicious, ‘’I made it myself.’ Tom said, he looked proud, ‘’Damn Hiddleston. You are a catch.’’ He rolled his eyes, the breakfast was delicious and you liked the blood sausages, ‘’Can I hire you to cook for me like every day?’’ you asked mouth full, he chuckled, ‘’I’m too pricy love.’’ You thought of ways to pay him but quickly pulled yourself together. It wasn’t just you who was thinking stuff like that, his mind was in the gutter too, you had a strange chemistry with Tom, unfortunately neither of you took a step at the moment, maybe both of you thought that it was too early, he looked like a traditional man so maybe he wanted to get to know you better before he sealed the deal. You didn’t know why you were hesitating though, ‘’Everything was delicious Tom, thank you.’’ You insisted that you wash the dishes and he went to his room to change, he told you that he had a meeting. While you were in the kitchen he found your phone and decided to do a little research. He saw the text Jack sent you, he remembered Jack, he had the tattoo which belongs to the Queens gang. He had an idea, he texted Jack like it was you texting, ‘’Hey Jack, can you meet me early today? I will send you the address, don’t be late. 😉’’ Tom wanted to throw up, he never liked this guy but in order to learn who you are and why the gang is protecting you he had to do it. He sent Jack an address and deleted all the texts. It was a risky thing to do. Tom left the phone where he found it and got dressed, before he left he checked it again and saw that Jack already read the text but didn’t text back, his plan was working fine.

Later Tom drove you to your flat, he looked tense but you didn’t want to comment on it, it was probably related to his work.

 Tom sent Jack an address of an abandoned house on the outskirts of the city, he knew Jack would come because he wanted to bone Y/N, the thought of it made him shiver in disgust. He was outside of the abandoned house, actually it was a beautiful place. The house had two floors and a big terrace, a big yard which was covered with wild plants, the color of the house dark red, windows were broken, it had a unique beauty to it, one day he would love to have a house like that to raise his children with- he stopped his train of thoughts when he saw Jack parking his bike. He looked puzzled, Tom stood up from the wooden stairs and came down, ‘’Hello Jack. I’m Tom Hiddleston, you probably don’t remember me but I do. I have some questions for you.’’ There was a distance between them, Jack pulled out a cigar, ‘’I’ve heard the name. News travel faster than you think Mr. Hiddleston.’’ He had a cocky look and Tom wanted to punch him, ‘’Want one?’’ Jack showed the cigars, ‘’Yes, thank you.’’

Tom wanted to gain his trust, Jack lit his cigar and together they sat on the wooden stairs of the terrace entrance, ‘’What do you want?’’ Jack asked, his tattooed fingers playing with the smoke, ‘’Information, my friend. I can pay you in return.’’ Tom was a man of his word, ‘’If my clan finds out I’m her with you they’ll hang me for treason.’’ Tom knew how the clans, gangs worked, he ignored Jack’s comment. ‘’Why is the clan protecting her?’’ he asked without saying a name, he was testing the waters, ‘’You mean Y/N?’’ Tom simply nodded and took a long drag from his cigar, ‘’No one knows but the boss. All I know is me and some of the clan members have to be around her work place and apartment man, I’m new here. They told me to gain her trust and she is hard one to crack.’’ Tom appreciated the honesty, Jack was much younger than Tom and he was new in the clan like he said, he still had a chance to fix his life and live with his own rules. ‘’Listen kid,’’ he thought better of what to say, ‘’I’m not here to hurt a woman, I give you my word. Where can I find your boss?’’ Jack’s brown eyes were fixed at a place at distance, his long hair was pushed back, he had a certain sadness to those brown eyes, like he witnessed something horrible and it left a scar to carry for the rest of his life.

‘’She will find you when she wants.’’ He stood up to leave, ‘’Wait,’’ Tom touched his arm to make him stop, he pulled out a check worth 30 thousand dollars, ‘’you seem like a nice kid, leave this town before it’s too late. I’m afraid one day your clan and I.. we will be enemies and I wouldn’t like to kill a young, bright man like you.’’ It was a lie, deep down he wanted Jack to be gone from Y/N’s life.

‘’Thank you man. I won’t forget this.’’ Jack took the check, and left. Tom finished smoking and threw the bud of the cigar on the ground, pressed it with the heel of his shoe. Now Jack was out of the way he had to find this she boss of the clan Queens. 

Chapter 5

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Hi! I dont really now how requests work so I’m so sorry for any mistakes!! I was wondering if u could do a Hannibal x fem(or gn) reader where she gets kidnapped and he finds out and saves her(but she’s injured). Heavy angst to pure fluff!!

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A/N; Hi! Thank you for this request i hope you'll like it. Sorry for any typos. Enjoy! Let me know what you think :)

Warnings; Kidnapped reader, injuries etc.

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When she woke up from her nightmare her head was hurting her like a bitch.. only her nightmare was real. She was trapped in a basement, the last thing she remembered was that someone broke into her house and hit hear head, she was cooking dinner when the attacker came, her plan was to have Hannibal over for dinner, to thank him for helping her etc. She wanted to impress him so bad.. but now she was in a dark basement and her hands and feet were tied. She had to take deep breaths to calm herself in order to make logical desicions. The door of the basement was opened and soon her attacker hit the light, it was yellow and hurt her eyes, ''Rise and shine sweetheart.'' a man's voice was heard, ''Why am I here?'' she asked trying her best to not freak put, the man had a mask and he was wearing an expensive suit, he came close to her, holding a knife, obviously trying to scare her, ''You're just a pawn in my game little dove. It's your boyfriend I want.''

''Boyfriend? I don't have one, sorry.'' she rolled her eyes, what was he talking about?!

''Aww you haven't realized? Doctor Lecter is quite smitten by you. Even a blind person could see that.''

Well, she wasn't sure but she had been feeling a strange pull towards him, recently they've been seeing each other, bumping into each other, it was as if Hannibal was just standing where ever she goes... or was it not a coincidence?

When Doctor Hannibal Lecter walked into her apartment the door was wide open, only sound he could hear was the stove cooking something, he silently walked in, didn't close the door just in case if he had to run. Turns out, there was no one except the broken plates, he turned off the stove with his gloved hands and picked up the small piece of paper on the kitchen table.

''Come find us Doctor Lecter...''

This must be about the latest case Hannibal has been helping the FBI with, a murderer was loose, killing young women and dropping them in the forest, his heart skipped an awful beat when he thought of the possibility that his Y/N is being killed... if he alarmed the FBI Y/N most likely would be dead in a couple hours so he had to be alone on this case.

He quickly drove to the place where he had suspicions of, there was an abandoned house close to one of the victim's body, of course the FBI searched but couldn't find anything but Hannibal had to try and find her.

Meanwhile Y/N was on the ground, her right side hurt, ''If you let me go I won't tell anyone... please..'' she had to give..

The tall man with the mask laughed, punched her lower stomach, she coughed up blood. ''Shut up before I cut your face.''

She didn't dare to say anything else.

After a while the masked man went upstairs and she heard some noises, like two people fighting and then a gun shot... she almost jumped from the ground and started to pray to any god that's out there. Her back was turned to the door this time so she couldn't see anyone, but familiar footsteps approached to her.

She looked up to see Hannibal with few bruises on her beautiful face, he left a relieved sigh, ''I was so worried Y/N...'' he knelt to free her hands and feet, they felt numb. Hannibal started to rub her hands quickly, ''Hannibal,'' he wasn't hearing her, ''Hannibal,'' she stopped her, looked with her dove eyes, ''I'm fine.''

''No,'' he lifted her chin to take a good look at her face, ''I should've tortured that man thing before killing her. How dare he?!'' he was actually talking to himself than talking to her but she didn't mind, she was happy that he came to rescue her... for once in her life she had someone who would choose her.

Hannibal lifted her and carried her outside, ''You'll be living with me from now on. Understood?'' he asked with a dominant tone, ''Yes Doctor.'' she said sarcastically and it made them both laugh.

She had a new home and someone to spend her life with.

Fire on Ice

Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest and the best thing that happened to him all his life.

Genre; Romance, mob, gang, slow-burn.

Warnings; Smut. Guns, blood. 

Words; 4,818K

A/N; Hi guys! Thank you for coming along on this journey, sadly this is the final chapter. Sorry for any typos, I love you and your comments. See you on another fic. (gif isn’t mine)

Final Chapter

Tom breathed the cold London air in deeply,  he was standing in his balcony with a mug of earl grey tea, as soon as he learned you were in London he got a ticket and came back to his home. London gave him a certain type of calmness and stability, it felt safe and secure. Tracking your current address was tricky but his friend Benedict finally found it. You didn’t make any sense on the phone, months ago you said you never met your dad because he died before you were born and now years later turns out your dad was alive and well. He was confused and sad. He needed answers and he wanted you so he called that phone number, hoping you would pick up. It was dangerous thing to do but he had no choice, he had to hear your voice and come up with a plan to see you.

It was early in the morning when you got a call, you jumped from your bed and ran to the study table at the corner of your room and picked up the phone. There was silence, Tom was waiting for you to speak, to be sure that it’s you. ‘’Hello?’’ you asked daring to hope, ‘’Thank God!’’ a relieved sound came from the other side, it was Tom. ‘’Tom? Hey what-‘’ he cut you off apologetically. ‘’Darling it’s so good to hear your voice. Where is your cell phone?’’ his first question made sense because he kept calling and texting but no answers came.

‘’My father took it, he said he wanted to keep me safe from..’’ you stopped, not knowing what to say. ‘’From what?’’ he asked curiously, ‘’From you. Tom, I know that you won’t hurt me but there are things you should know. Things I cannot tell you over the phone. Can we meet?’’ your eyes were fixed on the door, waiting for someone to barge in but it was too early in the morning and the house was too silent. ‘’I was going to ask you the same thing. Do you have a pen and paper near you?’’ and he gave you the address. You made up your mind, you had to tell him everything. ‘’See you soon love. I missed you.’’ He said with his thick British accent that made you melt. ‘’I’ve missed you too.’’

After getting dressed you went downstairs, there were few men in black suits and people cleaning etc. this environment was so strange to you that you felt out of your element, you just wanted peace and the universe misread you. As you walked to the kitchen you put on a fake smile, ‘’Where is my father?’’ you asked a man who had a chef’s clothing, he looked focused on the breakfast he was about to serve to you and your father. ‘’Morning Miss Y/L/N, your father is at the dining room. I will be bringing your breakfast shortly, you may join him.’’

The mansion was a huge place with a lot of doors and it was easy to get lost, you found the dining room and walked in. ‘’Morning!’’ you tried to sound happy, your father was reading something on his phone, he raised his head and looked at you with a questioning manner. ‘’Morning dear. I hope you slept well.’’ He locked his phone and put it  in his pocket, ‘’It was way more comfortable than my own bed.’’ It was true, ‘’I was hoping we could go out and travel, I have always wanted to see the city.’’ You said pouring yourself coffee, pretending like you don’t have a secret plan was hard because you hate lying to someone but you had to. The chef of the house brought omelet, warm bread, orange juice, various types of jams and you could feel your stomach rumbling. ‘’I can’t today dear, I have an important meeting. If you really want to go out I will find you someone.’’ You didn’t understand, ‘’What do you mean?’’

‘’I’m not letting you go out alone, I have enemies everywhere.’’ He pulled out his phone and called someone, later a woman walked in, she was a tall woman with a stern look on her face. You couldn’t read her emotions but she looked like someone who would do anything to get the job done, ‘’Meet Martha. She will drive you to any place you want and she is your bodyguard.’’ If you were to protest right now your father will probably notice that something is wrong so you tried to look calm. ‘’Makes sense.’’

Your father was puzzled, ‘’I thought you would say no.’’

‘’I get it, you are an important ‘’business’’ man and I’m sure you’ve made a lot of enemies. I want to be safe.’’ You shortly explained and shrugged your shoulders like you didn’t care. Your father smiled ear to ear, ‘’I knew you could see the story from my point of view dear. Thank you for understanding. You can leave Martha, my daughter will find you later.’’ He settled on to his seat again, ‘’Let’s finish our breakfast.’’

You tried to read his face as he was talking about how he started his business -aka being a gang leader and then working his way up- he seemed excited to tell you about his life, well at the end of the day every old person loves talking about their past but he seemed like he enjoyed your company and that felt like a dagger to your heart. He was an old man with white hair and slim body but years made him look tired yet he also looked strong, maybe it’s because of his power. He looked sophisticated, if you were to see him on the street passing him by you would have thought that he was a nice elegant man. You didn’t want to dwell on these thoughts so you ate your breakfast, ‘’When can I have my phone back?’’ you asked.

‘’Soon.’’

You wanted to scream but just shrugged your shoulders, you had to keep it cool. After breakfast you excused yourself to go get ready, you were going to meet your man so you wanted to doll up. It was a rainy day so you wore all black. A black long sleeved sweater, a leather jacket and black skirt over your knees, fish net tights, black boots. Before you left someone brought you a nice bag, saying that your father sent this bag for you. It was Prada, when you opened it there was a purse and a lot of money in it, was he being kind or trying to manipulate you?

Martha and you left the house, you were at the back seat of the car, looking cute and watching the trees outside, the mansion wasn’t close to the city so you get to see the nature before the buildings and streets. Martha wasn’t a talkative person but you get the few words out of her, she has been working for your father for like 7 years, talk about a loyal slave. She said nothing but good things about your father which confused you, ‘’You do realize you’re working for a criminal right?’’ you couldn’t help but ask, her pale face didn’t show any emotions, ‘’This world isn’t just black and white Miss, we all try to survive and your father pays us equally.’’

Rest of the road went silent, you were making a plan to leave Martha behind and just run maybe? No. You bet Martha is good at running and chasing people. You decided to improvise.

She drove to a nice place where it was crowded with people pubs, bars and restaurants. You spotted a Starbucks, ‘’Martha, can you get me a starbucks coffee please?’’ she parked the car somewhere, ‘’Be right back.’’

That was easy. You watched her walk fast to the building, you could see that there a lot of people inside so this should buy you some time. You left the car, you looked calm but your heart beat was fast, you could feel the adrenalin fill you up, you approached to an old woman, ‘’Hello, sorry to bother you. Where can I find a taxi?’’ she was a kind woman with short height and cute smile. ‘’No problem honey,’’ and she told you where you could get a cab. You thanked her and power walked. Until you climbed inside to the cab you felt Martha’s imaginary hand on your shoulder, following you. You breathed out deeply which caught the driver’s attention, ‘’Rough day?’’ he asked. ‘’You have no idea.’’ And you gave the address to the driver. You wondered how long would it take Martha to realize you are gone? You hoped your father will be kind to her.

Tom was patiently waiting at his house, he tried to busy himself with work or reading a book but he couldn’t. What if you can’t come? What was he suppose to do then? He sighed heavily, he was in his kitchen getting a glass of water when he saw a cab pulling up to his garden, he saw you climbing out and he dropped the glass, the sound of its shattering made him realize that you were here. He ran to the door and opened it wide, you were there standing and looking directly at him. For some reason you couldn’t move,  he was there at the entrance of his house but you couldn’t run to him,  something held you back. Burden of untold truth perhaps?

Tom didn’t mind the rain and the next thing you knew was his lips crashing onto yours passionately. Your hands went to his hair, pulling him towards you as if there was space, he pressed your body to his. The cold or the wind didn’t matter, all that mattered was both of you being together after so long. You pulled back to breathe, he closed his eyes and breathed your scent, his forehead on yours. ‘’Tom we have to talk.’’ You said unwillingly, ‘’No, not right now.’’ He kissed you again and said ‘’That can wait. First, I have to have you in my bed.’’ And he carried you inside bridal style which mad you laugh. You started to took off your clothes on the way to his room and once you got there both of you were naked, before you could look around he pulled you to his comfortable bed.

You kissed his achingly vulnerable lips, his body was warm and welcoming, you missed him so much you kept touching his body and so did he. You climbed on top of him, sitting on his lap, legs wide open on his sides. He leaned on his bed frame, watching you like a man who was bewitched and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He missed how your body felt on him, your hands were entwined and you slowly took him in. Both of you moaned in sync. ‘’Don’t move darling.’’ Tom said out of breathe, ‘’Because if you move right now I‘ll come.’’ You chuckled like a child, ‘’I’ve missed you too.’’ After you adjust to his size and he calmed down a little you started to move in rhythm. He felt amazing and the sound of wet skin flopping  filled the room, Tom’s usually pale cheeks were bright red, his tin lips were parted and looking into your eyes, your soul to be exact. You didn’t just feel naked, you felt like your entire being was exposed to his ocean eyes and you had nowhere to hide and you submit completely. Giving yourself to him before the storm of truth comes and destroys everything you built together.

His hands squeezed your ass cheeks harshly, you yelled as he gave you few spanks. It hurt but in a good way, he held you in his arms and you held his shoulders, finger nails leaving deep red marks on his back and shoulders, you knew damn well he will remember this day later. ‘’Darling,’’ Tom said looking up to meet your lustful eyes, ‘’I’m coming.’’ He managed to say before he came into his condom, he flipped you over and now he was on top of you and riding his orgasm and it made you trigger, you came.

After that hot sex you both stayed in bed, not addressing anything just panting and calming down. He left you to bring a glass of water to you, smiling like an idiot. You smiled back, he sat and held your hand, playing with your fingers. Both of you didn’t want to talk about last days events but you had to, ‘’So,’’ he began, ‘’your dad is alive.’’ Tom made research after you told him on the phone, he learned that your dad was a mob boss just like him. ‘’Yes, shocking right?! He brought me to London. He doesn’t want us to see each other.’’

Tom was looking at your fingers, didn’t have the courage to look you in the eyes at the moment. ‘’Years ago I started to work for my dad. At first he sent to small business, like collecting money from the store owners we protect against other mobs, being a bodyguard to my dad’s friends. After a year I’ve proved myself and he kept me close so that I can learn the business.’’ You sat silent and kept listening. ‘’One night, he went to do business with a friend and never came back. He was killed by his friend, something in me tells me that your father is connected to that night.’’ He swallowed the lump, ‘’Look me in the eyes and tell me that I’m wrong. Tell me that your father is innocent.’’ And he looked up to meet your gaze, you opened your mouth to say something but stopped and that was enough for him to understand. ‘’I knew it!’’ he stood up fast, ‘’Of course I had to fall in love with the woman whose father killed my father.’’ His voice was harsh and it felt like a slap to your face, he was pacing in the room, your eyes went to his menacing frame and the exit. You couldn’t leave naked, you had to calm him but you also understood him. He was seeking revenge for years and now he was on a crow road, any small choice could lead to destruction. He seemed making a plan while pacing in the room, you stood up and wore his shirt, approached to him gently, ‘’Tom?’’ you held his shoulder and he stopped, the emotions harvesting deep down in his eyes scared you, ‘’I’m so sorry.’’ You said as if you planned his father’s execution, you felt guilty even though you shouldn’t feel that way, this wasn’t your fight. He took a step back, eyes watering, he got dressed and left. Neither of you dared to speak, you had no idea what he is capable of.

Instead of leaving you decided to stay at his house, he had to face you somehow and instead of running away from him –like he did to you at the moment- you were brave enough to stay and wait for him to come back, it was his home after all he had to come back.

It was late night and you had no appetite, you only drank water and stayed up, soon staying up was too hard and you fell asleep on his couch.

Tom was with his friend Benedict, he told everything to him because he had no idea what to do. Ben was a good friend and after talking for hours Tom decided to leave, when he came back he saw you which shocked him because he expected you to leave. He came close to see your face, he hated himself for putting you in a position like this because you looked stressed in your sleep, why can’t have a normal life? A beautiful home, loving wife perhaps… throughout the months he daydreamed about this delusion but he had to face the facts and be a man.

When you noticed someone sitting next to you it woke you up immediately. He was here, watching you sleep, ‘’His.’’ You said silently. ‘’Sorry I woke you up.’’ Was there a distance in his tone?

‘’I was waiting for you, sorry I’ve fallen asleep.’’ Even in a situation like this one you apologized. He took off his wet jacket and threw it on the wooden floor, the TV was on and its light illuminated the living room. Tom looked tired which made you reach to hold his face in your warm palms, he didn’t push you away , just sat there. ‘’You’re shivering and wet, you should change your clothes. I don’t want you to get cold.’’ You said as if you two were a normal couple and nothing scandalous have happened. ‘’Will you-‘’ he started but stopped, searching something in your eyes, ‘’will you stand by my side when I have my revenge?’’ you breathed out, your mouth tightened. ‘’I can’t promise anything Tom.’’ And with that you both sat there on the couch till the first pale fingers of day light came into the living room. None of you slept, when Tom noticed that it was morning he let go of you, ‘’Go,’’ he said, ‘’be with your father but tell him,’’ he turned to face you and you could see that he made his decision, there was no turning back, ‘’he is a dead man walking.’’

With an aching heart you left his house. When you came back to your father’s house he was furious, you were gone for a day. ‘’Where have you been?!’’ but when he saw your face he ordered his servants to leave you two alone. ‘’You went to see him? I must have known. How did he know we’re here?’’ you sat on the couch, dark circles under your eyes. ‘’He knows,’’ You managed to say, ‘’and he has a message for you,’’ your father laughed with a belittling tone, ‘’What is it may I ask?’’

‘’you are a dead man walking.’’

Within the day your father armed his workers and you could see that there were bodyguards in the front and back yards. You weren’t used to this so it scared you, you wondered what would’ve happened if you promised to be on Tom’s side, what was his plan? Can you put out the fire of revenge in his heart?

You had no emotional attachment to your father but after all he was your biological father and it made things complicated for all of you. ‘’Did he tell you anything about his plan?’’ your father asked you as you were having dinner, well, he was having dinner you didn’t want to eat anything. ‘’No.’’ your voice came out weak, you were mentally exhausted, ‘’Why don’t you go upstairs and sleep. You seem tired.’’ Your father noticed that you didn’t want to eat and you wished to be left alone. Before sleep took you into its arms you were thinking about Tom, you have fallen in love with him and it hurt you deeply.

The next few days were calm and silent, your father was busy all the time and it gave you the opportunity to go out –of course not alone- and see new places. Martha –the woman you’ve made a fool of few days ago- was actually kind to you but never let you walk alone, you didn’t complain, in fact you didn’t want to wander on the streets of London alone. She was a nice person and a good company to you. As you were coming back home you were watching the country side, so many trees.. you loved nature. Martha coughed to gain your attention, ‘’Madam, we should be home quickly.’’ She kept looking at the back, two cars were following you, ‘’Do you think-‘’

‘’Yes, Madam They seem suspicious. I have to drive fast.’’ She warned you and you put your seatbelt on, just in case. Those two cars cornered your car, you couldn’t see anyone because their windows were jet black. You pulled out your new phone to call your dad and tell him what’s going on but before you could do that Martha crashed the car, you hit your head and blacked out.

When you wake up you were in a different setting, there were yellow lights which made your eyes uncomfortable at first, it was cold and damp and you were tied to a chair, your head hurt badly. The place you were in right now must be an empty warehouse. ‘’Hello?’’ your throat was dry, ‘’Anyone there?’’ your knees were bleeding, you had bruises on your body.

‘’I’ve told you to kidnap her not to make them rash the car and hurt her. You are fired! Better yet-‘’ and a gunshot was heard, you screamed in fear. The gunshot came behind your back, you couldn’t see anyone and soon footsteps approached to you quickly. ‘’Are you alright? Are you hurt?’’ it was Tom. He knelt beside you, touched your face and you whined in pain, ‘’Tom? What is going on?’’

‘’I’m sorry Y/N, nothing personal. Thank God you’re fine.’’ He looked relieved which made you angry, ‘’Fine?! Are you fucking kidding me?!’’ you could see he was shocked to hear you scream at his face but he deserved it. ‘’Why the fuck am I here?!’’

He stood up, ‘’You are a bait. I asked you to be on my side, you refused Y/N. You left me with no choice. I have to finish my purpose and live happily with you. I’m doing this for us.’’ He looked serious and you knew Tom, if he had something in his mind he would do it, regardless of any bad outcome. ‘’Tom, this isn’t the way. Look at yourself, you look like you haven’t slept in days. You need to think rationally, let me go please.’’ You were crying at this point, ‘’Revenge won’t bring your father back.’’ Seeing you like this hurt him deeply, you could see his tears, you two must be alone otherwise he wouldn’t show his vulnerable side. He cupped your cheeks, ‘’Look at me darling, my love please look at me, I can’t rest until I have bring honor and victory to my family.’’ He didn’t expect you to understand because you didn’t grow up in a world of cunning manipulations, blood and murder. He kissed your temple, ‘’Let me handle this and we will be free.’’ And left you quickly, soon someone brought you food and water. You asked many questions but received no answers and alter you gave up asking.

‘’WHERE IS MY DAUGHTE?’’ the sound of your father’s voice woke you up, you felt adrenalin fill you up, you watched him being escorted into the warehouse with two men, when he saw you he was relieved, you felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see Tom. He had a victorious smug smile on his lips which didn’t meet his eyes. ‘’Finally we meet, traitor.’’

In your head everything happened too quickly, your father and Tom shared sarcastic comments back and forth, you heard your name few times, your father telling Tom his part of the story, why he had to kill his best friend. Turns out Tom’s father was planning on killing their enemy’s entire family, including women and children and your father had to put an end to this madness. Of course Tom didn’t believe him, the tension got higher and higher and soon guns were pulled. After that it was all blurry, it was too loud at first and then silence came. You saw Tom on the floor and your dad coming to cut the robes on your wrists and ankles, ‘’It’s okay dear, it’s alright. I’ve got you.’’ After you were free you ran to Tom who was bleeding on the floor, ‘’Call an ambulance!’’ you screamed to your dad, tears coming unbidden, he got shot through his chest and his shirt was dark scarlet, he was shaking violently, ‘’Tom, stay with me.’’ You kissed his forehead, held his hand, ‘’I don’t-‘’ he tried to say, ‘’Shhh , don’t speak.’’ You saw your father hesitate, his phone in his hand. ‘’Call the ambulance dad! What are you waiting for?!’’ you ripped a piece of cloth from your shirt and pressed it onto his chest to stop the bleeding, ‘’Don’t you die on me Hiddleston.’’ You tried to smile, ‘’Listen to me,’’ Tom said, his pupils were blown wide, ‘’I love you Y/N.’’ he said holding your hand tightly and before you could say anything his grip got loosened and he closed his eyes.

 The hospital was loud but you heard nothing, there was a buzzing sound in your ears, you were covered in blood, his blood, and waiting for the doctor to come and give you the good news. Your father was sitting next to you, Martha brought you water but you didn’t hear her, your eyes were locked on the door of the surgery room. Her jaw clenched hard when the doctor came out, the doctor talked to your father and he turned to you, ‘’He is alive,’’ He announced and you let out a deep sigh, ‘’but they have to keep him here for few days. Let’s go home and rest Y/N. You can come back tomorrow.’’

‘’No.’’ you refused and your father didn’t say anything he saw how you suffered and left you alone, later the nurse let you in. Tom was in the hospital bed, a big bandage covering his chest, he was in deep sleep, the nurse told you that if he was brought a minute later to the hospital.. you shook that thought away. None of it mattered, all that mattered was both of you were alive. You sat on the chair next to him and held his hand, soon you fell asleep.

In the morning Tom woke up before you, and when he saw you by his side, sleeping and covered in his blood he closed his eyes and opened them again. It was real, the last night’s events were real. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and touched your cheek lovingly, he didn’t want to wake you up. He found a pen and a paper and wrote you a letter, later he stood up, before left the room he turned to look at you one last time, you looked like an angel, his angle. If he stayed there for another 5 seconds he would have lost all his courage to leave. He signed his release papers and his sisters came to take him away.

When you woke up panic took over, Tom wasn’t in his bed, you checked the toilet and the hall but he was nowhere to be found. A nurse told you that he left early in the morning, when you came back to the room you saw a piece of paper, it was a letter from Tom;

My love,

I’m so sorry that I’ve involved you into this, into my dark world. You deserve nothing but kindness and pure love, things I cannot give to you, I love you in my own way which is toxic and obsessive. I don’t deserve you, I’m nothing but a twisted man who is blinded by revenge, cruelty and malice. I have to leave you because your father is right, I am a dangerous man who kidnapped his precious lover as bait and used her against her father. However, do know that you will have my heart in your hands for the rest of my life, for I am bound to you in this life and beyond.

Yours truly

Tom

 The next month went in agony, you tried to find him, even contacted his long term friend Benedict but he told you he doesn’t know here his friend is. After two months of search you gave up, you asked your father to be alone and he brought you back to New York, to your old apartment and your old job. When your friends asked where were you, you smiled sadly and told them that you were on a vacation. You accepted your faith, Tom was gone and he didn’t want to be with you, it hurt you so much that you lost joy in life. For you everything was grey, there was no room for colors, especially blue.

As you were working behind the bar one night you were too caught up with work that you didn’t notice a tall gentleman sitting and waving at you, ‘’Miss?’’ he called with his British accent, when you look up you met those ocean eyes, ‘’May I have a large beer and fries.’’ You dropped the glass you were cleaning, it was Tom. Your body felt like it was fire on ice, he had a tired smile on his face and he looked happy to see you. 

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May I request a Hannibal x Reader where the Hannibal comes home and sees that the reader is missing. He thinks she's ran away, she broke up with him but didn't tell him, she's been kidnapped, etc. He searches the whole house and just when's about to give up or start a major freakout, he finds the reader. And it turns out that the reader had just fell off their bed when she was alseep and happened to roll under the bed and stayed alseep.

Warnings; Fluff!

Hannibal x F!Reader

A/N; Hey, thank you for this request it was cute to write. Sorry for any typos. Love you all. Comments are highly appreciated sisters ;)

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Doctor Hannibal Lecter was late, Agent Crawford decided to visit him and asked his opinions about a case so he was late and all he could think about was you. He called you before he left his office but you didn’t pick up, he texted you but you didn’t text back. He thought maybe you were busy cooking or with your friends so he drove rather fast and came to the house you guys are sharing. Last year he asked you to move in with him and with a bright smile on your lips you said yes. He lived alone for years and now that you were here it was hard for him to share but you respected his privacy and gave him space whenever he needed. Sometimes Hannibal thought that you were just fragment of his imagination, someone who is wicked and dark shouldn’t have an angle like you. You were a gift, send by the gods.

As he walked in he noticed that the house was too quiet, he hanged his coat, put his keys into the bowl and walked in. He called your name but no response came. He first checked the kitchen, maybe you were cooking but he was wrong, the kitchen was dark and cold. He went to the living room where you guys both relaxed by the fire and read most nights. You weren’t here either, he was a calm man but right now there was this strange feeling on his chest. Like a burden sat on him.

He even checked the basement, where he hid most of his dark secrets but it was empty except for the legs where he left to marinate. He picked up his phone and called Will Graham. Few months ago he introduced you to Will and you guys became friends quickly, too quick for his liking. Maybe you ran off to meet him and leave him behind…

‘’Hello Will? May I ask you a question?’’ Will only hummed, he sounded tired. ‘’Have you seen Y/N today? Can’t find her anywhere and she isn’t picking up her phone.’’ His voice was calm but he kept pacing in the basement.

‘’No, Haven’t seen her for a week at least. Are you okay? Do you want me to come?’’ Will even though he kept saying that he didn’t like being sociable he loved his friends dearly. ‘’No, everything is fine. I will let you know when I find her. Sorry to bother you.’’ He hanged up the phone and ran upstairs.

Where could you be? He regretted sharing some of his dark secrets with you recently, he didn’t tell you everything but he told you about his past, his sister Mischa. He knew you would be afraid of him and leave him and his worst nightmare became true. He climbed the stairs and checked every room, including the shared bedroom but you were nowhere to be found and he noticed that the bed was messy.

He took his phone and called you for the last time, your phone started to ring from the nightstand, why would you leave your phone behind if you are running away? And then he saw a blanket under the bed. He knelt to check and here you were, sleeping under the bed. He was so shocked that he started to laugh out loud which woke you up.

‘’Hey.’’ You said with a low tone, ‘’What are you doing under the bed love?’’ you opened your eyes to see and he was right you fell asleep under the bed. ‘’Oh no, I must have fallen-‘’ he helped you get up and he gave you the biggest hug.

‘’I love you.’’ Hannibal Lecter wasn’t a man who showed emotions everyday but right at this moment he felt the luckiest man on the face of Earth. ‘’I love you too.’’ You replied back and kissed him lazily, ‘’Come to bed.’’ You held his hand draw him towards you, you both fell on the bed smiling and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Thank you for reading. :)

Hi guys! I’m in Istanbul, traveling. Once I get back I’ll write the requests and other series. Love u all

Hi,

could you please write a Hannibal one-shot, where he is in love with Alana‘s best friend? He met her after she picked up Alana from one of his dinners? And Alana often tries to set them up, with the reader being pretty stubborn, but after a while, finally gives in?

A/N: Hi, thank you for this request. Don't wory guys im getting to your other requests as well. xxx

''Pretty please!'' you heard Alana's honeyed voice yet demanding. You were at home, minding your own business, reading and drinking your wine when suddenly your friend Alana called, asking you to pick her up from a friend's dinner party. ''What happened to your car?'' Alana paused for a second, she came up with a quick lie ''Broke down a week ago.'' you looked outside the window and saw the darkness, under the yellow street lights one could see snow. ''Send me the address.'' Little did you and a certain gentleman know that Alana had a cunning plan. You wore a simple outfit, black jeans, a burgundy sweater, with your keys you left the comfort of your home.

The drive was 20 minutes, when you parked you felt as if you have entered Dracula's castle. ''The owner of the house must be into architecture.'' you thought.

When you rang the bell you had a feeling that tonight something strange would happen but you pushed that feeling away, no need to be paranoid.

A tall man answered the door, and made you freeze for a second. He was much taller than you, his maroon eyes seemed like the pits of a deep wheel, observing you and calling for you, ''Hello, I am Doctor Lecter. Please come in.'' you walked in with a bluch on your cheeks, you weren't sure why you were flustered. He took your coat, ''I am Y/N Y/L/N, Alana's friend. Here to pick her up.'' you said calmly as he took your coat you didn't notice but his eyes closed for a second to smell your scent and he found himself intrigued. ''Please follow me.'' you did as he said, he guided you to the grand living room where Alana was sitting by the fire place, as soon as you entered you were struck by the ambiance. The inside made you feel like you were in a museum, the walls were dark blue which held paintings from renaissance era, mostly depictions of ancient Greek tales. You fund yourself standing in front of the painting of ''Leda and the Swan''

''You are interested in fine art I take it?'' you heard Hannibal say with a cool yet interested tone. Before you could speak Alana's voice was heard ''Yes, my friend is deeply interested in art.'' you gave a threatning look to your friend and turned to Hannibal, ''Yes, I'm in awe of what men can create.''

Hannibal found your answer daring, you could see his eyebrow twitch, ''If you have to I would love to offer you a warm cup of tea?'' he offered kindly, you looked at Alana, wondering if she had to go home immediately but she nodded in agreement. ''I would love that. Thank you.''

''I will be back shortly.'' he declared and left you alone with Alana.

Alana had a strange look on her face as she sat by the fire again, ''He is fine isn't he?'' she asked trying to conceal her smirk, you rolled your eyes and sat next to your friend. ''What's your angle?'' you turned to your friend, obviously she was after something. Her blue eyes had a strange shimmer. Hannibal walked in with a silver tray that had three cups, you noticed how he held the tray elegantly his three piece suit made him look like a member of a royal family far away from here. You noticed his accent, he must be from Lithuania, an exotic place and exotic man...

''Thank you.'' you said she handed you the porcelain cup, it smelled divine, ''My pleasure.'' he responded kindly. It also tasted divine.

Even though you had spent thirty minutes there you loved the conversation, he was konwledgeable about everything and he was willing to listen, you noticed how focused his eyes were on your reactions and face.

You dropped your friend off and drove back home. When you climbed the bed your mind went back to tonight's events. Doctor Lecter's demeanor made you aware of him, he was there and dominant. It triggered you in an exciting way.

The next morning you went to work, you worked at a bookshop, the owner was an old lady who needed help and you started working, it had been 2 years and you were comfortable there.

As you placed the books on the shelves you heard the door open, a dominant voice called in a disbelief ''Miss Y/LN?'' you turned to owner of the voice, ''Doctor Lecter?'' you were startled to see him there, ''H-hi, how are you?'' you stood up to approach him, he was wearing a long black coat, black leather gloves and a dark red scarf, he immediately took off his gloves and extended his hand eagerly, ''Its lovely to see you here Miss, I'm very well, what about you?'' he smiled and you swore his eyes shimmered with an emotion... a powerful one.

''I'm doing great, what brings you here?'' you asked in a curious manner.

''I'm on a break and I thought I should look for a new book to read. I had no idea you were working here.'' Lie... Last night ss soon as you left he did a deep dive search on you and thanks to your Instagram he found a lot about you.

''What a grea idea. Anything speacial in mind?''

He looked around for a second, ''I would love to hear your recommendation.''

He was looking at you so intensely, ''Well,'' you started, ''My favorite is Great Gatsby by Fitzgerald.''

He took a step towards you, once again you were reminded how tall he was, tovering above you, ''May I ask why?'' his dark mind observing you, ''Its a love story and im sucker for those,'' you chuckled which earned you a grin from him, ''There was a line there which stroke a cord with me,'' you stopped to think for a second, trying to remember, ''He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.'' you gave the quote, ''Its just.. a great story.'' you were gas and his eyes were matched, lighting you up.

''Its a shame,'' he made you focus on him, you thought he was going to humiliate you, ''All the credit goes to Fitzgerald in fact his wife Zelda was the one who he stole the ideas from.'' your eyes lit up, he knew.

''Another white man getting a credit from something a woman had done. Same old story.'' you commented, he raised his hands as defending in a sarcastic manner, ''You said it, not me.'' you laughed at his reaction.

After talking for a while he offered you something, ''I will be throwing another dinner party next week. I would love to see you there.''

You smiled gently, ''I would love that.''

The entire week you pondered upon what to wear, and the day finally came. Alana was at your home watching you get ready, ''Wow, he really invited you huh? I knew he was interested in you since the second he saw you.''

You rolled your eyes, ''Its not like that, he is friendly.'' you protested as you wore a nice black dress, ''I know him, he never invites other than his work friends, you are the first person from outside his work and... you know what? You'll see what I'm talking about.'' Alana raised her hands in a weary attitude.

When you entered his home you understood what Alana was trying to say, everyone came from a successful background and they were all one way or another his colleagues, she was right. You were an outsider. Alana introduced you to her team she kept talking about, Will Graham, Jack Crawford and others, you had a nice chat when Hannibal approached, his eyes first landed on Will, who waa talking to you, and then you. ''I see you met my close friends.'' he said greeting you, ''Will was just talking about a case you and him worked on.''

His stood next to you and his hand went to the small of your back, you didn't understand what was going on, but he was directly facing Wil.. ''Please Will, go on.'' his tone was careful. ''Uhh-'' Will froze for a second, he looked at you and Hannibal and then smiled understandingly. You still didn't understand what was going on but let it go.

The night was vibrant, you met most of his colleagues and they were nice and kind but everytime he introduced you to someone new he would place his hand on your back and stood there like a statue.

When the night came to an end Alana left you with him, you decided to help him in the kitchen, he gave you an apron and you got to work. He played some classical music, you heard Hildegard Von Bingen and smiled to yourself, he noticed, ''I love Hildegard.'' you explained shortly. Together you worked in silence, ''Thank you for helping.'' he said gently and you smiled kindly. He offered a glass of wine and asked you to wait in the living room, the fireplace was lit, you decided to stand by the tall window and watch the serene night.

Hannibal walked in with two glasses and for few seconds he watched you, you looked calm and content. He approached and offered you a glass, ''Thank you.'' he smiled kindly and decided to stand next to you, a question was nagging you, ''Alana said that you usually invite your colleagues.'' you began, ''That is true.'' he said waiting for you to continue, ''What am I doing here then?'' you asked turning to him, looking at him under your lashes, ''I wanted you to mee to my friends and be a part of my life.'' he was so frank that it caught you off guard, '' You have captured me the moment I had met you Y/N, you don't have to say anything just think about it.''

''Yes.'' you found yourself saying, ''I want to be with you too Hannibal.''

He smiled lovingly and leaned in for a kiss.

Thank you for reading. :)

Hi, please don't judge me (or please do because I should probably go get help at this point lol) but may I dare to request a Le Chiffre fic where fem!reader is also a boss of a mafia that has a deal with Le Chiffre? fem!reader is supposed to give him weapons(idk) and he's supposed to give her money, but the deal goes south because of MI6 and James Bond. I'm all in for angst, non-con, kidnapping, smut, noir, anything. Love you!!!! 😘

A/N: Hi babes! Sorry for keeping you waiting but I was going through some shit. You know, break up, plotting his death etc. Enjoy!

Y/N’s car was heading to the abandoned warehouse where she was running her illegal trade. It was in the forest, covered by the tall trees so the government couldn’t track her down. No one suspected anything for years, it wasn’t easy at first, she had to claw her way out of her past life and now she made a name for herself. They were calling her ‘’Baroness’’…

No one knew her origin story because she got rid of every single person except him..

Mr. Le Chiffre was untouchable, a skilled man with a mind of a fox, he never believed in luck so he was always guarded and armed. To her surprise the first time she had to introduce herself to the ‘’business’’ world formally Mr. Le Chiffre was there too and he pretended like he didn’t know who she was. As her eyes were gazing outside the car’s window her mind went back to the meeting, it took place 2 years ago.

-flashback-

Y/N’s assistant had arranged the meeting, once a month the most important people in gun and drug trades got together to discuss business, offer new deals and hang out. She had to work her ass off for almost 5 years to get an invitation to the event. 

Her dress was black which was shimmering with tiny diamonds, she threw her white fur over her slender shoulders, she wore a pair of black lacy gloves up to her elbows, black high-heels and bold red lipstick. Her hair was in a sleek updo, pearl earrings and a pearl necklace adorned her smooth skin. As she walked to the gates of the castle ‘’ San Giovanni’’ in Montenegro she felt powerful for the first time. Every month the organizer of this event would choose a palace or a castle to entertain the guest, this month the event took place in Montenegro, next month who knew..

When the security asked her name at the gates of the castle she froze for a second and answered in confidence; ‘’The Baroness’’ and they let her pass.

She was escorted to the castle’s living room at first, the dinner was going to be served in 20 minutes so she still had time to mingle and make connections, when she entered the room she could smell the expensive tobacco and wine. Most men came with their wives or mistresses, she could also see elderly women who were in this business for decades. She wondered if she would see herself in here as an old lady one day… this life was unpredictable and any moment you could die. A man in his late 50s recognized her, he did business with her few months ago, she supplied him ammo. ‘’You’re a sight for sore eyes my lady.’’ He said with his Italian accent and she extended her hand for him to kiss, she could sense that the other guests were silently observing them, ‘’Greetings Mr. Bianchi, lovely to see you here.’’ She politely smiled at him. He was a handsome man and maybe an alliance could get her a lifelong spot for her… ‘’Please.’’ He said placing his hand on the small of her back to guide her to a group of guests. As they approach to the group she could feel her heart beating at her throat because he was there.. stading proud and tall, one hand in his black suit’s pocket with the other he was holding his scotch. When the group noticed her and Mr. Bianchi they turned to them, ‘’Gentlemen, may I introduce my business partner, the Baroness..’’ he announced her to the group but her eyes were only focused on his.. she never thought she would see him again because the last time she ehard that le Chiffre was playing solo. ‘’Good evening gentlemen.’’ She had to come to her senses, she greeted them and smiled kindly, one by one they introduced themselves to her, she was praying to the gods above and below that Le Chiffre wouldn’t say anything about her and for the first time in her life the Gods heard her prayer. He extended his hand to her, he was much taller than her as she remembered so she had to look up to meet his predatory gaze, his left eye was damaged so it was grey, the other one was a maroon color. The eyes she adored years ago…

‘’Le Chiffre, pleasure to meet you.’’ Her hand went to shook his but he gently kissed the back of it. ‘’The pleasure is all mine Mr. Le Chiffre.’’ She replied but the coldness of her tone didn’t go unnoticed by the others. After meeting everyone she answered their questions about her business, they seemed pleased and wanted to make deals for the near future.

Le Chiffre excused himself in the mean time, although she desperately wanted to know where he went she had to keep her mouth shut.  Soon the servants came to take the guests to the dining hall for dinner. On the tables there were small papers which their names were written. She found her name and sat, now knowing who would sit next to her and soon it unraveled. Le Chiffre cleared his  throat and sat next to her. Y/N’s head snapped at him in shock, who was responsible of this seating must have made a grave mistake. As everyone sat the first course which is a French soup was served, ‘’Did you added this French soup on the list or was it a coincidence Mr. Le Chiffre?’’ she asked sarcastically, not looking at him. She heard his chuckle, ‘’What a coincidence indeed Ms.Y/L/N.’’ he took a sip from it and also she did, ‘’I assume us sitting next to each other is also a coincidence.’’ A thought came to her, would he arrange this secretly? She was still focused on the soup, ‘’If you are insinuating that I have a part in this then you must be paranoid.’’ He said sarcastically but if she knew him just a little bit he would do this to mess with her. ‘’Just saying..’’ she shrugged her shoulders, the soup was delicious, just like the one she used to eat at Le Chiffre’s house. Y/N’s mother used to work for the Le Chiffre family for years, she was a chef and Y/N used to visit her often, that’s how they met. Things had escalated after their first kiss at the basement….

‘’Your mother’s cooking was the best.’’ He said, turning to her which made her look at him. ‘’My condolences, I have never had the chance to tell you how sorry I am. She was a nice woman, didn’t deserve to die like this.’’ Y/N could tell that he was sincere, she also knew how much her mother loved him as a son. ‘’Thank you,’’ she managed to say, swallowing the lump on her throat, ‘’It means a lot to me.’’ Because they never had this conversation when her mother died.. ‘’Y/N, I never could tell you how much-‘’ his speech was interrupted by one of the guests in front of them, even though he was annoyed he couldn’t show but Y/N knew Le Chiffre never liked being interrupted.

During the dinner she answered the questions she was asked and also she was an active listener. She had to be if she wanted a permanent spot here. After the dinner guests were guided to a room to play poker, pool or dance but she found Le Chiffre, his hand on the small of her back, ‘’I would love to show you the beautiful library.’’ He was being formal so that no one would suspect a thing, ‘’Library?’’ even though her eyes lit up she turned to object but he spoke, ‘’You look like a woman who enjoys reading, please allow me to guide you.’’ He quickly made them go to the left side to the wooden stairs, ‘’What are you doing?!’’ she whispered angrily, ‘’Trust me.’’ He sounded worried, they walked the halls which held beautiful portraits of the royal families, the expensive carpets under her feet felt soft even though she had shoes. He literally threw her inside the library and lock the door. ‘’What is wrong w-‘’ and he pulled her for a passionate kiss.

Her whole world stopped in that exact moment, it had been so long since she felt his plump lips against hers, so long since she felt his warm embrace. Yes, to the outside world he was a dangerous man but to her he had been nothing but kind, compassionate until…. Until his family separated them cruelly. She was the daughter of a servant and he was the heir of his family…

He backed her against the large book case, didn’t care when few books dropped to the floor, for years he had search for her. He was about to give up his search but when he started to hear some knew about a young woman in her description getting more and more infamous in gun trade he knew it was her. She was the only reason why Le Chiffre came here tonight, he cancelled an important deal just to be here to see her in all of her glory. ‘’We,’’ he started to speak between the kisses, ‘’need to’’, his hands were like crazy, ‘’get out.’’ He palmed her breasts and she inhaled sharply, she could feel his erect member, and to be honest she had been soaking wet since the second she saw her tonight. ‘’Why?’’ she pulled back, he red lips were gone, she giggled when she had to rub her fingers on his now red lips, ‘’Some of the servants here work for MI6.’’ With that she went pale, she had been extra careful for so many times that she became expert on hiding but now that they were so close to a threat she didn’t know what to do. ‘’Don’t worry,’’ he said palming her cheeks he could see that she was getting scared, ‘’I’ll protect you.’’ Words he had promised before… ‘’Why should I believe you?!’’ she clapped back, breathing heavily. ‘’I know I have failed you before,’’ he hated himself for what happened years ago. ‘’but I am not going to lose you again.’’ They started to hear gun shots from downstairs, she looked at him in shock, ‘’I have informed my guys before we came here, follow me.’’ He grabbed Y/N’s hand and they walked to the large window, Le Chiffre’s men brought his car, ‘’It isn’t too high, we can jump on the bushes and run to my car.’’ He opened the window and turned to her, ‘’Do you trust me Y/N?’’ she looked at the now open window and then him, his left eye was bleeding, it broke her heart but she gathered her courage and held his hand.

Together they jumped and, she had few scratches and bruises but she couldn’t feel any pain because of the adrenalin. Hand in hand they ran to the car, people’s screams and gun shots could still be heard. ‘’Conduire!’’ he ordered his man on the driving seat, at the front his other man was holding a gun just in case and they were at the back. Y/N found herself pressed against him and his hands were wrapped around him. He kissed her head, ‘’Shh, I am here now. Everything is going to be alright.’’

Thank you for reading. :)

Heyy! Its me again haha. I really wanted to thank you, this turned out really good!♡

I also have another idea..

Okay so reader is Will's cousin and they are visiting Will, Hannibal doesn't know and decides to pay Will a visit but he's currently at the store so he starts talking with the reader and they find out they have much in common like being fans of arts, opera and cooking.. and then reader says they are applying for a job in Baltimore as maybe an arts teach or smth. And 5 to 6 months after that reader meets Hannibal again in a museum of arts, they again start talking and catching up, exchanging numbers and staying in contact for awhile until Hannibal gets 'captured' and then of course everything that happens after that, Hannibal tries contacting reader in that time but it seems as reader blocked him.. and then I thought that maybe it would be like after the fall that Hannibal finally gets in contact with reader and they finally start building a romantic relationship!^^

So yeah thats my idea. I really hope you like this idea and can make something of it. Your writing is like honestly amazing and I would be really excited if you would do this considering the other one was so well made.. I wish you a wonderful late new year and to everyone else aswell! <3

A/N; I cannot believe I've finished this while listening to Justin Bieber -Maria lol Sorry its a bit long but i really enjoyed writing it. Also thank you for your kind words, i'm here to serve the fandom. <3 sorry for any typos since English isn't my native language. Oh, i hope you'll have an amazing year and i hope you'll heal from your past wounds.

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warnings; mention of cirme, thats it. its safe kiddos.

You had to walk into the store in order to get warm and also buy groceries for your dear cousin. Will Graham. You were visiting him for a week and he asked you to cook your famous stew, in cold days like this a warm stew would cheer anyone up, so after breakfast you decided to get dressed and go to the store while Will was making cookies for his guest. You didn’t know who the guest was but he said he wanted you two to meet. You only nodded and left the house. Inside was warm, and smelled nice, you loved grocery shopping and cooking for people. It was your way of showing your affection towards beloved ones. You were in the wine section, decided to make some hot wine. As you were trying to reach to the top shelf you heard a calm yet dominant voice saying ‘’Allow me.’’ And on your peripheral vision you saw a man’s hand reaching for the wine you wanted. ‘’Here you go.’’ You turned to face the owner of that deep voice, ‘’Thank you.’’ You managed to say, observing his maroon orbits. Such a distinct color, you thought. ‘’Elegant choice. Most people don’t go for that brand.’’ He announced, Doctor Hannibal Lecter never made small conversations with people he didn’t know but when he noticed that this person knew a good quality wine he just wanted to chat. ‘’I’m making hot wine for today. This one is the best for that.’’ You said smiling, he smiled back. ‘’What is your go to choice?’’ he had this strange aura that made you want to talk to him, normally you would smile and say goodbye but he intrigued you to your core. ‘’If I’m visiting a close friend I pick this one, which that’s what I’m doing today.’’ You looked at the brand he was holding, ‘’I always admired the painting on that bottle. Such baroque colors.’’ He raised an eyebrow to your statement, ‘’I assume you’re interested in art?’’

‘’Always have been. Actually once the paper work is done I’ll start working in Baltimore with painters. They opened a studio and asked if I could work with them.’’ That’s when Hannibal noticed the small and dry paint residue on your dominant hand. ‘’I live in Baltimore and I hope to see your paintings one day at an art gallery. Good luck.’’ He smiled a warm smile which reminded you the sunset in winter, it gave you hope for the future.

‘’Thank you so much.’’ You said and you both walked to your separate ways. However, fate had its own webs to arbitrate in your behalf.

Once you reached to your cousin’s home you saw a car on the front yard, apparently his guest have arrived. You climbed the porch and used the spare key Will gave you. You could hear two man talking about a murder case, you knew what your cousin’s job was and he was so passionate about it that every week he would call you and tell you about a new case. In the entire family he chose you as his special blood connection. You two have always been considered as outlaws, or ‘’the freaks’’ and this made you more close to one another. ‘’I’m home.’’ You announced to let them know, just in case if they were talking secret FBI files. ‘’Come in Y/N.’’ you heard your cousin say with enthusiasm. You quickly left the bags on the kitchen counter and washed your hands, you had slightly cleaning obsession which Will never forgot to point it out. ‘’Hi!’’ you wore your warmest smile and walked into the living room which was at the back of the house and it had a door that opened to the back yard.

As soon as you walked in you saw that man from the store, sitting on the single armchair, holding a coffee mug in his large hand. You froze in your steps, watched him stand up, fix his clothes subtly and extend his hand towards you, ‘’What a lovely coincidence. Doctor Hannibal Lecter.’’ You took his hand, it was warm and manly, ‘’Y/N Y/L/N.’’ Will was puzzled but you explained to him quickly.

That night you asked him to stay longer and he helped you coking the stew and making the hot wine. 3 of you talked and explored new ideas about their cases, they were really keen on getting a fresh perspective from you about their recent case.

It had been months since that strange coincidence, since that you were working in that studio you mentioned to him and rented a small apartment for yourself and your cat. Things were going pretty smoothly and for the first time you and your team had an opening at the Baltimore Museum of Arts, it was an important night for you and you dressed up accordingly. Elegant yet showing your curves in a subtle way. A black velvet dress that was above the knee, black high heels, a fresh blow out, red lips and red nails. You felt like a goddess and walked like one as well. The event started at 8 pm, you were there with your colleges making sure everything was ready.

You were nervous so your colleagues greeted the guests who were mostly middle aged white people, you didn’t mind, since no one knew your face you could stand behind guests and listen their criticism about your work. It was fun, drinking your champagne and listening to rich folk who knew nothing about art making assumptions, some wondered about the artist but you were safe. You were standing right next to them and they didn’t know who you were. You had no idea about what was going to happen that night and that excited you deeply.

‘’Hello Y/N.’’ someone addressed you directly, for some reason you felt like a deer caught in the red lights. You turned to face the owner of that dominant voice, it was him. You almost dropped the empty champagne glass you were holding, he had a smirk on his plump lips. He grabbed your empty glass, a waiter was near you two so he gave the empty glasses to him got new ones, ‘’May I say you look ravishing tonight.’’ His comment made you feel the heat rising to your cheeks, ‘’Thank you, it’s been a while. How are you?’’ and you started catching up, he asked which one of the paintings were yours and you pointed, he looked at them for a while without saying anything, he seemed as if he was calculating something in his marvelous brain of his. Soon you were surrounded by his colleagues, he kept you by his side, ‘’I’m sure you would be delighted to know that those magnificent paintings were created by none other than this woman who is standing next to me.’’ He announced when his colleagues mentioned how much they liked your paintings, you were shocked that he revealed you to them like this, he seemed proud to have you to himself, the crowed started to compliment you all you could say ‘’Thank you, thank you so much..’’ you weren’t used to having the spot light. You could feel his large hand on the small of your back, not moving up or down, staying put. You felt like he was showing you off, but why?

When the night came to an end all of your paintings were sold, the owner would be revealed in a few days and you decided to send him or her a thank you note. Hannibal asked you for your phone number to keep in touch, he offered to drive you home also, you didn’t refuse because it was cold outside. As you left the building together you noticed his elite acquaintances raised eyebrows and questionable eyes, you didn’t care. You gave him the directions, it was snowing outside softly, when he reached to the parking lot of your apartment complex, he parked the car. You had a strange feeling that you didn’t want this night to come to an end, you noticed his slowness, maybe he felt the same way? You watched him opening his mouth to say something and then closing it. ‘’Would you like a glass of hot wine.. since it is really cold it could warm us.’’ You abruptly suggested, ‘’I would love to.’’ Was there a hint of excitement in his dominant voice? You didn’t want to jump into conclusions, he was older than you and seemed like a serious man, why would he want to have deeper connection with you? He had multiple beautiful people in his circle to entertain him… you decided that you two were in the right place in the right time and also Will Graham being your cousin made you two share a simple connection, that was it.

Thankfully your flat was organized and clean, he appreciated that mentally. He, deep down, was checking his long list ever since he met you, no one knew but Hannibal would like to share his luxurious life with someone and he had a long list, and whenever he met someone knew he would see if that person could tick all of the things in his list, you were doing great so far.

After making the hot wine you found yourself laughing at Hannibal’s stories with Will, you left your high heels on the floor, sitting on the couch whereas Hannibal was sitting on the armchair, sleeves rolled up, his tie was loose, legs wide open, holding his empty wine glass, you found yourself admiring his posture, he sat like a Greek statue, carved by the most talented sculptor of all time. He noticed your lingering shiny eyes on his body, he even liked it,

‘’Being desired by someone is perhaps the closest anybody in this life can reach to feeling immortal.’’

He said, his voice sounding like a prayer, divine and his eyes on yours… he slowly stood up, placed the empty glass on the coffee table, you could see the veins on his hand. He turned to you and got your glass as well, placed it next to his. His thick fingers went to your chin, lifting your face up to meet his. His orbs got darkened, he leaned in, you could feel his rich perfume, filling your nostrils. He whispered, ‘’I would like to have you for dinner, see you soon little dove.’’ and he left.

Of course he wanted to kiss you, ravish your body and leave marks on you, claiming his territory but there was still time for that. He was an old fashioned man and he didn’t have time for superficial things, he wanted this to be right. Before he let you speak he wore his shoes and left your flat and left you speechless.

After few days you got a phone call, Hannibal invited you for dinner at his house. What happened at your house few days ago troubled the depths of your mind every single day. He seemed like he was interested in you but you weren’t sure.

You knew he was interested in etiquette, aesthetics, so you wore slightly formal clothing. A black pencil skirt, beige blouse and high heels, soft make up and you were done.

When he answered the door his face light up to see you looking divine, ‘’Please come in. I have surprise to show you.’’ He announced.

He held your hand and walked you to the upstairs, ‘’This is my study room.’’ He announced before he opened the dark wooden door, inside was lit with yellow lights, he was right it was his study room. The detail was that the walls held your paintings… he was the one who bought your paintings, all of them.. ‘’Rest are in my office, my clients love them.’’ He said smiling to you, ‘’Hannibal… I don’t know what to say….’’ You were overwhelmed with emotions. ‘’I really like your work and I want you to follow your dreams.’’ You turned to look him in his maroon orbits, you didn’t have to say anything, your eyes did the talking.

After that you kept seeing each other, his work and also yours made it hard but whenever you had time you spent time with him. Bringing lunch to his office or Hannibal sending your studio presents. However, these last week you heard nothing from him, he wasn’t answering his phone, he wasn’t at his office, when you finally went to his home he wasn’t there, but his car was there… finally you called your cousin Will and he didn’t tell you much except Hannibal was involved with some crime and he disappeared. You couldn’t believe your ears, you did your research, he was all over the news but deep down you didn’t want to believe it. Also the news weren’t clear about his crimes…

Weeks passed without any news from him, you spent your days at the studio and you noticed how dark your paintings got… when you were with him you were blooming but now you felt as if life dropped you of somewhere and you are watching everyone live, except you. Your life got stale.

One day your paintings were accepted by an Italian art exhibition but you also had to be there as well, so packed your things and left Baltimore. Will also encouraged you to do it, he knew how depressed you got after Hannibal’s departure.

Italy was a dream, a dream you were glad to live it, the warmth, food and art made you feel like in a Disney movie but a part of you secretly wishing to experience this with a particular gentleman. You didn’t know your prayers were going to be answered.

The night of the exhibition you got a phone call, unknown number. You answered, ‘’Hello?’’ at first there wasn’t a voice, you were about to hang up but you heard him, ‘’I’m so proud of you Y/N.’’

Your heart dropped to your stomach, it was him. Hannibal.

‘’Hannibal? Where are you? What happ-‘’ he stopped you, ‘’Not on the phone, I’ll see you after the exhibition. Wait for me at the back.’’

The night felt like an eternity, when finally you were free you literally ran to the back of the building and there he was, on his motorbike, he looked so different yet familiar at the same time. ‘’Hop on princess.’’ He made you wear a helmet and together you rode. He took you to a villa, it was his new home.

You didn’t say anything until he brought you inside, as soon as he turned to face you to speak you slapped him, ‘’How dare you leave without a single note? I’ve been worried sick!’’

Hannibal was baffled to see this fierce side of you and he liked it. He kissed you. His plump lips made you feel at peace. Kiss got heated due to the fact that both of you had sexual tension for each other so long that now you were a volcano exploding. His hands went to your waist and pulled you roughly to him, his body felt like a rock, so firm. When you pulled away you were on his couch, on top of him, ‘’Is it true?’’ you asked out of breath, ‘’What?’’ he asked to buy some time. ‘’All they say about you.. are you a criminal?’’ you asked with hesitation. He had a smug smile, ‘’Does it matter?’’ his cockiness and confidence made it hard for you to be realistic but you figured as long as you two were together nothing could harm you. You kissed him passionately.

Thank you for reading.