Dangerous Game

Neck Kisses

From the kiss prompt list, I'd like to request #14 with Pedro Pascal please @na-nou83​

Drabble!

Prompt List; https://blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/159975698721/prompt-list)

Pedro Pascal X Reader

Warnings; None. FLUFF :D

A/N: Thank you for the request, sorry for any typos, enjoy! 

You were in the kitchen cooking Pedro’s most favorite food, he had a hard week and you think he deserves to be spoiled a little. You were listening a song from 40’s, swaying your hips and minding your business and you didn’t hear the door opening. Pedro was home, you guys were living together for few months and he wished he asked you earlier because coming home to see you there made him feel safe and loved. He was silent, standing at the threshold, he leaned on his left, arms crossed just watching you cook and sway to the music. It seemed that you didn’t realize he was there so he sneaked up on you and hugged you from behind. You jumped, ‘’Pedro! Shit, you scared me Señor!’’ he chuckled, ‘’I’m sorry mi amor. What you making?’’

 He made you turn and look at him, your hands went to his shoulders, ‘’Your favorite. After we have dinner I thought we could just relax and watch some Netflix. What do you think?’’ you traced the dark circles under his eyes lightly with the tips of your fingers. He looked tired. 

 ‘’Querido, you think of everything.’’ He leaned in and kissed your neck softly, you giggled because his mustache burnt your skin and left a hot feeling, his eyes were closed and he was inhaling your sweet scent.  He always loved kissing your neck and hearing you giggle, he did it on purpose. He had a smile on his lips, as warm as the summer breeze, you could feel his smile on your skin. He kissed the other side of your neck as well, nuzzled his nose, taking her scent fully. 

It felt like home, he was your home and you were his.

 Thank you for reading. :)

Hi! I absolutely love your fanfics.. this is my first time requesting, if requests are open. I'm feeling awful today after my second covid shot haha and I was wondering.. can you do a request of how Hannibal would react to and tend to a S/O who age regresses? Not super young but like regresses to 10 or 12 to destress or cope. If this isn't something you can do, that's totally okay! thank you! @little-dollfie​

Warnings; Fluff.

Drabble!

A/n; Thank you for this request. I love it when Hannibal takes care of the reader. Enjoy. Sorry for any typos.

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    This week has been the worst for you, you were triggered constantly and your boyfriend Hannibal was too busy to help you, or maybe he ignored you? These thoughts and the things you’ve been through made you emotional. Now you were on the floor of your shared living room, you had a coloring book where you kept hidden in the back of your shared closet in the bedroom –Hannibal definitely knew that but didn’t say anything- everyone had their own ways to cope with pain and traumas and your way was to do comforting things like you did when you were a child. If the weather was good you would go to a playground and swing, pick flowers for Hannibal to put them in the kitchen counter, playing video games, etc. Pulling your coloring book out of its hiding place meant that you had enough and the daily life was too much for you.

Hannibal came home late because when he left his office Jack Crawford called and he was needed in a crime scene, after spending and hour there he decided to go home and rest. He was a busy man but he always had time for you, throughout the day you usually call him on his breaks and have a small chat, or bring him lunch, he takes you to cinema, art exhibitions, theatre, etc. He knew that he would find you in a stressed position, he walked in and threw his keys to the bowl, took off his long coat and washed his hands before he walked to the living room.

You were on the ground coloring when he saw you, ‘’Hello love.’’ He said and approached to you, watching you sway your legs and humming a tune. ‘’Hello!’’ you said excited, you were in love with this man. ‘’What are you coloring?’’ he kindly asked and sat next to you and looked at the paper, ‘’It’s a butterfly.’’ You said focusing on the paper, eye brows knitted. ‘’It is a beautiful butterfly, and good choice of colors Y/N. I’m proud of you.’’ You looked up to meet his maroon eyes to see if he was lying or not. He looked achingly loving and vulnerable all at once. You jumped to give him a tight hug, ‘’Hannibal I-‘’ you were going to explain what happened but he patted your back, ‘’I know love, I know.’’ He hugged you like there was no tomorrow, like you were the only one for him, he caressed your cheeks, kissed your forehead with his plump lips. ‘’Are you hungry? We can have breakfast for dinner and watch your favorite cartoon show.’’ He knew how to make you comfortable all the time, you felt loved and appreciated. ‘’Yes yes yes! Thank you!’’

Thank you for reading. :)

Hi, I don't know if you are still taking request, but I have an idea and I would love to read, were Hannibal just found out he have the first symptoms of parkinson's disease, like his hand are beginning to shake and freak out and try everything he could the hide it from his SO. But somehow she find out and comfort him. @lzzygeekk​

Warnings; Mention of illness.

Pairings; Hannibal Lecter x Reader

OneShot/Drabble

A/n; Hi guys, yes im taking request all the time. Sorry for any typos. Enjoy. 

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Hannibal Lecter was writing a check for his beloved when he first noticed it, his hand writing was something he was proud of, it was unique like everyone else however you always complimented his hand writing and it looked aesthetically pleasing but now he realized there was a slight change, at that moment you were impatiently waiting for him to sign the check and give it to you because you ordered bunch of flowers and you had to the send the check to the company.

After a month of this incident Hannibal was at home cooking for you a nice dinner,  classical music was playing through the stereo inside the kitchen, he had a white wine, he always had a glass of wine when he cooked something. You walked in, ‘’Hi.’’ You smiled brightly, a con in this relationship was that you never worried about food, the first time you stayed at his place he told you that he was the chef in the house and you gladly accepted it. ‘’What are we having my love?’’ you asked as you hugged him from behind, ‘’Boillabassie, a traditional French fish soup is infused with saffron, orange, thyme and chilli.’’ He shortly explained, ‘’And for dessert?’’ you kissed the exposed part of his neck, he had a grey sweater and gray pants. He looked yummy, ‘’I was thinking…’’ he pretended like he was in deep thoughts, ‘’you.’’ You giggled, he picked up the pan to put it on the stove and he felt his hands shake slightly, this never happened before and the pan wasn’t that heavy, he didn’t say anything, he just kept cooking but in his mind palace he made a mental note that he should search his symptoms, -deep down he already knew his illness, it was genetic.-

The age gap between you and Hannibal was something you didn’t care about, your friends sometimes teased you about it but it was for fun, he even stated that if this was uncomfortable to you in any way you could leave him, it was early stages in your relationship and you said you didn’t care, and Hannibal never brought it up again. You remembered that time when you noticed the way his hands were shaking few moment ago, you pretended like you had no idea because you had to let Hannibal come to you, he never liked asking for help. You were reading a book when you saw Hannibal coming downstairs with his laptop, ‘’We need to talk.’’ He said with a serious tone, his maroon eyes watched you put the book aside and focus on him. ‘’Here is the passwords for all of my bank accounts and social media account,’’ he gave you a piece of paper. ‘’and this is the cabin’s address, yes I bought a cabin for us, and here is the phone number of my lawyer. We should get married so that you can have whatever I have when.. something happens to me.’’ His voice was calm but you could see that he was freaking out inside, those eyes never lied to you, to others yes, but to you.. no.

‘’Hannibal, please sit.’’

He sat on the comfortable couch, you put the laptop on the dark brown coffee table and you hugged him, he embraced you in his big arms. ‘’I know what you’re going through,’’ you gently whispered not mentioning the illness, ‘’and I’m here for you. I’m not with you so that I can be Mrs. Lecter and watch the doors open for me all the time, I’m with you because I love you.  We can fight this together.’’ Hannibal exhaled a deep breath he was holding, e though you might want to leave him and he couldn’t accept that. ‘’Thank you Y/N,’’ he whispered back with his low voice, ‘’I’m the luckiest man on this planet.’’

Thank you for reading. :)

Death Note

Summary; Mello, Near and Y/N were childhood friends at Wammy’s House, years later Y/N and Mello get together and their feelings for one another emerge.

Warnings; None.

A/N; Thank you for liking. Sorry for any typos. Enjoy.

Chapter Two 

Y/N was holding her wrists, they were burning, ‘’Does it hurt?’’ Mello asked pointing her wrists, ‘’I can handle it. Thank you.’’ So many unsaid things stuck at their throats, ‘’Why are you here? Wasn’t Near enough for you?’’ Mello said, his voice spitting acid venom, Y/N rolled her eyes, ‘’Here we go again… Mello, you know I had to stay with him, he was attached to me. I couldn’t leave a child behind.’’ She crossed her legs, her black leather skirt lifted up a little, she had fishnet stockings, black high-heels, her burgundy velvet blouse showed some cleavage. It had been years and now this gorgeous woman was sitting across from Mello, his heart beat was rising with each second, he averted his blue gaze. ‘’Why are you here Y/N?’’ He asked as he took a bite from his sweet chocolate, he stopped, pulled of the silver cover of the chocolate bar, broke a piece and offered to her, like in the old days. ‘’Is this a peace offering?’’ She asked herself, she took it and put it in her mouth as she was looking into his river coloured eyes, his eyes went to her lips  and her eyes and then her lips again. ‘’My last case was a tough one, I was tracking a homocidal maniac who is a serial killer,’’ she unbuttoned her blouse and showed the scar on her chest, her skin was burnt and it almost resembled a heart shape. ‘’Near suggested I should leave his side and take sometime, he caught the killer as he was about to kill me. I don’t know how but one mistake almost caused me my life,’’ Mello was silently listening to her story, he knew she was telling the truth, his eyes showed compassion when he saw the burnt scar, also rage filled his eyes, how could someone do this to her?! She continued, ‘’I had nowhere to go, Matt told me where you stay so.. here I am.’’ Mello knelt again, he took of his leather glove and touched her scar, it was knew so it still hurt her, he pulled away when he heard her moan in pain. After all those years Mello had to admit he was happy to see her, instead of living alone she choose to come to him, she choose him as her shelter. ‘’Follow me.’’ Mello said sharply and they left the room, they walked some halls, there were men protecting the mafia boss, as they walked to the living room she saw the boss with five girls, he took a glance at her and winked, she was sure he wanted her but it was never going to happen. They left the living room and Mello took her to his bedroom. The king-sized bed’s blankets and sheet looked messy, he had a huge wardrobe, a door which opened to the luxurious bathroom, ‘’Sit.’’ He pointed the black velvet couch, she never liked being ordered around but when she was him reaching for the firstaid kit she sat down. He came with a metal tray, she took off her blouse, Mello for a second was distracted but pulled himself together and applied a lotion to her burnt side of her chest, ‘’What is the name of the man who did this to you?’’ he asked calmly, it was the calm before the storm she knew it. ‘’He is in prison don’t worry about it.’’

Mello gave her some clothes to wear, she used to wear his t-shirts back in Wammy’s House, he smiled at the memory, ‘’I have to say, you grew up to be a gorgeous woman.’’ He aid was he was washing his hands, giving her a space to change her clothes, ‘’Thank you Mello. Since we are confessing I should say that you are a handsome man, but yor eyes never changed, still the same rage lies beneath.’’

He chuckled and walked inside, she was standing there in his oversized death metal shirt, the shirt was coming to her knees so it looked like a dress, she still had the fishnet stockings. Her eye makeup was smudged but to Mello she was the most beautiful woman on this earth. ‘’What are you looking at?’’ She asked amused, Mello said nothing but took few steps, closed the gap between them and hugged her. After years this was their first hug, she could smell his sweet scent and burried her face on the crook of his neck, he closed his eyes and ejoyed the moment, they never wanted to let go but there was a knock on his door, ‘’Fuck!’’ he cursed under his breath, he lt go and opened the door, ‘’Boss wants to see you.’’ a man said. ‘’I’ll be there, leave.’’

He closed the door and laid his forehead on the cold wood, ‘’You just had to call for me right now!’’

Y/N hopped on his bed, ‘’You should go, I’ll be fine.’’ Mello looked at her, she was on his bed looking at him with an amused smirk. He was having a hard time, he just wanted to jump to the bed and never leave but he had to go. With a sudden move he left quickly.

Y/N giggled, she knew what she was doing, after some time she got bored and decided to leave, she wasn’t just here because she had no where to go she also wanted to lear about Mello’s business.  She was walking around and finally found them, Mello was sitting with a chocolate bar in his hand, legs opened wide, his boss was sitting at the other side of the white furniture,  there were girls in beautiful dresses and luxurious jewelery. She felt like a shadow, like no one paid attention to her except Mello. They were discussing ther business and death note, Mello was holding a notebook, men around her was looking at her with anger because all of them knew she put one of their friends inside. Mello looke like he was talking to someone, but where he was looking there was no one, ‘’Mello, are you okay?’’ she asked concerned. Mello smiled, ‘’Shinigami Sidoh wants to meet you. Here, touch the notebook.’’ Y/N was hearing stuff about death note but she never heard about a Shinigami. Y/N touched the notebook and a tall creature appeared before her eyes, she took a step back. ‘’What- what is this?’’ The creature smiled at her kindly, ‘’Hello, my name is Sidoh, I’m a Shinigami. Nice to meet you ma’am.’’ She tried to touch him but he was like air, couldn’t feel him. Sidoh explained how the system worked and after few days they bacame close friends.

‘’Sidoh seems to like me.’’ Y/N said as she was walkinf out side of the bathroom wrapped in a white towle, he hair was wet and sticking to her shoulders, Mello was in bed, she could see his chest, ‘’It’s not only Sidoh.’’ He said with a displeased tone, ‘’I know, your boss wants me for himself. No need to worry though, I don’t like him.’’ She found atowle to dry her hair, she wa standing in front of a tall mirror she could also see Mello. ‘’Who do you like?’’ Mello asked like a teenager, he rolled his eyes for asking that stupid question. Y/N was trying to cover the smile on her lips, ‘’I think you know.’’

Mello left the warm bed, it had been few days since Y/N was with him and he was respectfully keeping his distance because he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, he was headed to the bathroom when Y/N stopped him by touching his arm gently, Mello turned to her, she was beautiful, intelligent and her smile alone made this place glow radiantly. ‘’I’ve missed you.’’ Y/N said, and leaned to his lips

Thank you for reading. :)

Hello there,

Just an idea while your requests are still open. What about a Hannibal x reader fic / oneshot where Hannibal is at an event or mutual friends party, and one of the guests has some sort of medical emergency. So, the reader (being a doctor herself) takes the initiative to take control of the situation to help the guest. Like she's telling people to make space, she's pointing to a guy telling him to call the ambulance, she's doing chest compressions, all in some sparkling sleek gown. Could Hannibal help? Yes. Did he? No. He'd rather watch unless he gets asked by the woman herself for help (like the egotistical bastard he is), or he could swoop in to assist her without asking simply to impress her?

Deeply intrigued by the readers' audacity and clear intelligence, Hannibal makes a move to properly introduce himself once the guest has been whisked away by the ambulance and the party continues on (or is cancelled, depends on you).

Idk I think it would be cute to see how Hannibal would flex his medical jargon (since he was a surgeon before he became a psychiatrist) and all that shit. Not to mention, he'd 100% use her patients as a way to get to know her deeper.

Thank you

A/N: Hi bestie! Thank you so much for the request. Sorry for any mistakes since English isn’t my first language. Enjoy!

The evening party was going smoothly. It was her first time attending a fancy dinner party where all the guests were accomplished individuals who were from high society. As she entered the house of her colleague who was the head of the hospital she worked for ahe felt a bit “little” compared to her surroundings. These people here were actual doctors, psychiatrists or psychologists, deans of universities etc. but she was also proud of her job, even though it could be hectic all the time.

She was working at the state hospital, the emergency wing. She was assigned there 2 years ago, since she was single and her family living in another country she dedicated her life to help people in need. She took shift after shift. Even in her off day she was ready to go and be helpful.

“Ah! Y/n!” She heard Dr. Chilton’s joyful voice, that man was always energetic all the time. She smiled at his group of friends and approached in her long, dark purple and shimmery dress. “This is Y/n Y/l/n from our hospital.” He introduced her to his group of 4. Others kindly smiled and introduced themselves one by one, at last a tall man with deep maroon eyes extended his hand, “Dr. Hannibal Lecter, pleasure to mee you Ms. Y/l/n.” He had an accent if one listened closely could tell. She wanted to ask where he was from originally but thought it would be rude, “Pleasure is all mine Dr. Lecter, I’ve heard so much about your studies on criminal psychology.” He was popular in Baltimore, Maryland. Chilton often mentioned him and it made her read Lecter’s work. “Oh really?” He asked in bafflement, to be honest he didn’t think someone from the emergency wing would be interested in his work. “Yes. Your last paper on The Chesapeake Ripper was very educational and thrilling at the same time.” She said, she could feel herself getting excited about it, “I, I took criminal psychology lessons for extra credit when I was at college.” She wanted to give a short explanation. Her eyes burning bright which didn’t go unnoticed by Hannibal. Before he could comment on it they heard a woman’s cry for help on the other room and Y/n rushed for aid. The poor woman’s husband was on the floor, “Clear the area. Let him breath.” She started to give orders. She knelt, not knowing a certain gentleman who used to be a surgen before becoming a psychiatrist was observing her, his heart besting fast.

She opened the man’s shirt and got rid of the tie, “Someone call 911.” She ordered and Chilton immediately got his phone. She was giving him, Hannibal exhaled and finished his drink, put the empty wine glass on the near desk. He rolled up his sleeves and knelt next to her, “Need a hand?” He said charismatically and winked at her, she was startled at first, but let him help her.

Soon the ambulance came and took the patient. Guests started to thank her and praise her for being calm and calculated. An old woman approached her, “You and Hannibal would be a perfect team, he was a surgeon before, you know.”

She didn’t know that, her eyes looked for him in the room, the panic was gone and guests were calm now. Hannibal was talking to someone and noticed her looking for him, he smiled and winked at her. Hannibal knew he will be seeing her more often.

Thank you for reading. (:

Hi, how are you? Please don't judge or kill me! Please, I don't condone this kind of behaviour. So, I have a request about Mads Mikkelsen's character Le Chiffre from Casino Royale.

So Female!Reader's father won against Le Chiffre his money at the casino.

To take revenge, Le Chiffre kidnaps Reader to get revenge on her father. Warning:Kidnapping, Non-con.

Please don't kill me, I don't condone this behaviour.!!! <3<3<3

A/N; Thank you for this request I sure had fun writing it ;) It got longer than i expected but hey, who cares. love you all.

Warnings; Kidnapping, smut, minors get the fuck out or else!

The only reason why you followed your father to Montenegro was to unwind from stressful year at the university. He said he had some business to attend to and he offered you a most generous holiday which you didn’t hesitate to indulge in. First few days were relaxing, you joined a yoga class, got several massages, swam in the sea and also at the pool, however, tonight would be the night to switch things up.

Your father said he was going to gamble at a casino, the hotel you stayed in was infamous for its illegal businesses such as gambling. Your father said it could be fun to have you there with him, he liked to show off his intelligent and siren looking daughter and to distract the gamblers.

Your dress was long and red, the fabric was satin, so smooth on your skin, the dress had a slash on your left side, up to your thigh. Hair let loose, red nails and red lips.. you were the walking femme fatal that night.

You entered the room with your dad, a soft 20s music was playing at the casino, yellow lights and dark green chairs, couches made the place look vintage, there were bodyguards at each door.

As you walked together you saw him

He was among his ‘’friends’’ or people he did business with. He was covered in black, which made him look manly and dangerous. His silver watch was shining under the yellow lights, you noticed that he had no ring, could be single. He was laughing at one of their jokes when he lifted his gaze and he saw you entering. His expression changed in a second, the way he looked at you up and down didn’t go unnoticed. His left eye twitched and he looked away, from afar you could see there was something in his left eye, looked like a nasty scar. It made you curious about him, because the way he dressed and held himself showed you that he had men to do the dirty work but maybe, time to time he liked to get his hands dirty… why were you so interested in a man who seemed older than you all of a sudden? You were here to enjoy your holiday and do a trick with our dad. Ever since you hit the age 18 your dad started to take you to casinos when he wanted to gamble, and you came up with this thing where you flirt with other gamblers to distract them, it worked usually because of weak nature of men.

Your father guided you to the bar to get drinks, there was still 20 minutes till the game started so he ordered you something and you gracefully took your place to observe the environment. ‘’Excuse me love, I have to use the restroom.’’ Your father announced and left, you were enjoying your drink and listening to the soft tunes when you felt a presence next to you. You looked up to see your father but you were surprised. That man with the scar was sitting next to you, ‘’Hello.’’ He said looking at you, he wasn’t shy showing his scar, it was infact nasty but you didn’t shy away, you directly looked into his eyes, you innocently smiled, for some strange reason you liked the scar, it suited him perfectly. His plump lips formed into a dangerous smile, ‘’Allow me to accompany you while you wait for your partner.’’ His tone was questioning, he ordered two drinks, ‘’He is my father. Not so smooth are you Mister?’’ he chuckled at your boldness, he extended his hand, ‘’Le Chiffre. And you are?’’

You accepted his hand, he had a strong grip, ‘’Ms. Y/N Y/L/N.’’ he gave a small peck on your hand, predator disguised as a gentleman. ‘’I assume you are here to accompany your father?’’ you took a sip from your cocktail, ‘’Correct. I didn’t want to leave him alone, plus, I’m his lucky charm.’’

‘’Good girl.’’ His eyes never left yours, you wondered if he could see from his scarred eye, of course you didn’t ask. With his comment you could feel heat rising up to your cheeks, thankfully your father came.

‘’Le Chiffre?’’ your father asked in a not so kind matter, ‘’Mr. Y/L/N,’’ he greeted your father with the same icy cold courtesy. ‘’Long time no see.’’ Your father said, ‘’Looking forward to see you at the game with your,’’ he looked at you, ‘’lucky charm.’’ His hand went to his pocket to get his silver inhaler and bid you goodbye. You didn’t understand the tension that they had, maybe it was because of the competitive business life.

Soon the game started, your father’s instructions were simple, wait for Le Chiffre to make a bold move and distract him, it was an old game of yours.

You were like a hawk watching the table from afar, your fingertips circling around the cocktail glass, you saw that it was his turn to make a move and you bolted to your feet. Your heels were making powerful sounds on the marble floor and you saw him looking up as he was shaking the dice in his big palm, your eyes never left his dangerous ones, he wasn’t ready the dice unintentionally fell from his palm, you saw the pure anger written on his perfectly shaped face as you got on the elevator you could hear your father’s victorious laugh.

You didn’t join your father, who was celebrating the big cash he just won. You were in your hotel room, just out of the shower and moisturized. You couldn’t help but think of Le Chiffre, was that money important to him? Did your father and he had a history? You needed a spa night. Since it was late you didn’t mind leaving your hotel room only in a long robe and nothing else, the halls were quiet, no workers around which was strange. You didn’t mind, the spa was at the top floor so you pressed the button and waited, after few floors two men who were dressed in black joined. When you reached the top floor something felt fishy with the situation but you couldn’t turn back to your room now so you decided to stick with the plan. Your steps were quick on the marble floors, you finally saw someone who was attending the spa area and you informed them, they smiled and showed you to one of the cabins. You were alone, thankfully. You just sat and closed your eyes to relax, the steam helped you calm your mind, well, it was too calming and soon you were asleep.

You slowly started to feel your body again, your eyelids felt so heavy but a sudden panic made you open your eyes, you weren’t at the spa, you were at a bedroom.. that wasn’t yours.

As you lifted your body with the help of your shaky hands you heard a voice which was familiar, ‘’Slow down, you are still recovering.’’ Someone, a man, sat on the edge of the bed and you could feel his hand on your small back. You looked up to see him and it was Le Chiffre, but why was he here?

‘’Wh-‘’ your throat was dry, ‘’Here.’’ He offered you a glass of water, you were hesitant but thirst clenched your being so you drank with his help. ‘’Good girl.’’ He said when you drank the whole glass.

You were coming to your senses so you pushed yourself away from him, your back resting on the headboard of the bed, ‘’You might be wondering why you’re here-‘’

‘’Might?!’’ you replied. Cleary not amused, ‘’As you can remember your father won a significant amount of money, thanks to your help, I want that money back.’’

‘’So you kidnapped me?!’’ you could feel anger boiling, ‘’Smart one aren’t you. Until that money is returned you are my-‘’

‘’Hostage.’’ You sarcastically said, ‘’guest.’’ He answered, ‘’It had been 5 hours since you were taken You must be hungry. Come.’’ He extended his hand but you refused, as you quickly stood up you got dizzy so he grabbed your waist, his scent filled your nostrils. He smelled good.

You couldn’t protest because it was hard for you to walk so with his help you left the room. You weren’t at the hotel anymore, it was a mansion. Was this his house? You walked down the stairs, all you could see was an astonishing house with large paintings and furniture. He took you to the dining room where breakfast waiting for you both. Your stomach growled, he chuckled and helped you to your chair. ‘’Why can’t you just win the money back? There is another game tonight.’’ You asked, looking at the breakfast. You had to keep your calm in order to survive because you didn’t know what was he capable of. ‘’I don’t have for another game and I don’t like taking chances.’’

You laughed sarcastically, ‘’Says the man who was gambling last night.’’ You drank the orange juice, it was tasty. ‘’I was going to win. Until I got distracted by a certain beauty.’’ His comment made you blush so you didn’t look at him, ‘’Is it scary to look at me love?’’ he sounded hurt, ‘’I understand if it is the case.’’ You didn’t care about the scar so you looked straight at him, ‘’There we go.’’ He smiled, ‘’Now, finish your breakfast, I have plans for us.’’

You didn’t know his plan but you had to play along, you finished your breakfast as he commanded so, it was delicious anyways and you were almost sure there was no poison. He looked at your finished plate, you could see a small smile forming on his plump lips, they distracted you, ‘’Well done.’’ You noticed that he kept giving you praises, which was your weak spot but he didn’t know.. or did he?

He stood up, extended his big hand, ‘’Shall we?’’

You thought he was going to torture you, lock in his basement, feed you to his dogs but instead he took you on a stream in the mountains, he said he liked to come here, swim and make plans for his business, he said the water calms his nerves and keeps him connected to mother nature. Before you left his mansion a maid came to give you a bag with everything you need, a bathing suit, towels, sunglasses, sunscreen, you name it. Le Chiffre didn’t need changing, he just took off his shirt and jumped into the stream, you thought he wanted to give you privacy so you quickly changed into your bathing suit, it was red, a color he choose but you had no idea. Once you changed you placed one of the towels on the grass and sat, started to put sunscreen on your legs, arms, ‘’Need a hand?’’ you heard his serpent voice, tempting and you looked up to see him, on the edge, his broad arms supporting his body by leaning into the ground, ‘’Yes, thank you.’’ Two can play the games, you thought. The way he jumped up to the shore, his arms and legs flexing did something to your core. You had to exhale the breath you were holding, without a word he sat behind you, put some sunscreen in his palm and started to rub your back. You literally held onto grass under your hands, his calloused hands trying to be gentle but you could sense the certain urge to go deep, and rough.

‘’When I first saw you at the casino,’’ he began, ‘’I thought to myself, I must have this girl somehow.’’ He wasn’t shy at all, ‘’I guess Universe finally decided to give me a break and let me have one good thing.’’ It was obvious that his life was difficult, and seeing you as something good  made you blush.

You turned to face him, his eyes were hoping for something, something tangible and you decided.

You leaned in to give him a kiss which he gladly took, his lips were so full and soft, his big hands went to caress your face, as the kiss got heated you followed his movements, he made you lay on your back, your legs invited him by opening. When he bit your neck you moaned, he pulled away, ‘’Did I hurt you?’’ he was out of breath, the genuine curiosity could be seen in his eyes and you almost cried.  ‘’No, keep going.’’

He kissed you again, you could feel his hard member between your legs, there was no going back.

His hand went to dip into your wetness and he moaned into your mouth, he pulled away to give kisses to your face and neck, ‘’just how I imagined.’’ He said as he started to rub your clit, your arched your back, his sweet torture was driving you mad. ‘’Do you want this?’’ he looked to see any sort of discomfort on your face but all he found was flushed cheeks, lust written in your eyes, mouth slightly parted. ‘’Yes,’’ you said, ‘’please’’ he grinned.

His fingers pushed the fabric away, he quickly got rid of his short and gave himself few pumps, you couldn’t help but notice how big he was.

He rubbed his tip into your folds, making you whimper, ‘’pleasee’’ you said whining, ‘’Please what, lucky charm?’’ you couldn’t help but moan deeply, ‘’Please fuck me, ever since I saw you last night I wanted you to bend me over and fuck me raw.’’ Well, it wasn’t a lie, he had a strange aura to him.

Your confession startled him at first, Le Chiffre, even though he didn’t want to admit, he had insecurities thanks to the scar on his face, ladies usually went for his colleges, not him. Hearing you openly admit to want him turned him on, he was planning on to be gentle with you but after what you said, that wasn’t an option anymore, he had to have you and keep you all to himself.

Your legs wrapped around him and he inserted himself with one thrust, you screamed in pain at first because it had been a while, ‘’Look at me.’’ He was deep inside you, you could feel his pubic hair tickling your skin. You meet his eyes and he started to move, you knew after this session you would have sore thighs, but you didn’t want him to stop. He stretched you out perfectly, ‘’Open your mouth.’’ And you did, he spit in your mouth, bit your lower lip, gave you multiple hickies.

Your fingers locking in his hair, you’ve never heard a man moan like him before, it made you clench around him again and again. You wetness and the sounds you make was heaven for him, of course he had multiple partners before but they all seemed fake, artificial, on the other hand you were screaming, tears in the corner of your eyes, you looked perfect. He sucked on your clothed nipples, gave them slaps, you were close and each sucking and slapping made you see stars, you liked his roughness. ‘’Come on my cock princess, let me feel it, come on.’’ He knew you were close and his praises pushed you over the edge, he followed behind.

His head fell to the crook of your neck, both of you were breathing heavily, ‘’I can’t let you go, not after this.’’

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When Hannibal noticed it for the first time it was after dinner, he prepeared the dinner for his dearest, you and after you two finished it he told you to relax while he takes care of the dishes, you didn't complain. You were sitting on the comfortables couch in the livingroom and he saw you smiling on the screen of your phone. He tried to be as silent as he could be but you heard him come in and quickly turned off your phone. Hannibal was a smart man so he noticed how worried you got but didn't say anything to your face, however... his dark mind's gears started to work.

Recently you seemed distant and he didn't like it at all. The second time he saw you smile at your phone was at the weekend where he was at home and you were gettinf ready to go out with friends.

He walked into the shared bedroom to get something and saw you, you weren't completely dressed, holding your phone and smiling. This had to stop, you were hiding something. This time you didn't see him coming so he snatched the phone from you in a second, ''My dear, before I look at your phone do you want to tell me something?'' your expression was confused, ''Do not play with me please, tell me the truth.'' his tone was calm yet the undertone was threatening, a tone which he used to others but you.. till now.

''Hannibal I don't understand..''

He couldn't bare it anymore so looked at the screen, it was the local shelter's website and Hannibal saw a grey cat on the screen, ''Now, I don't understand.'' he said.

''I was going to tell you... I want to adopt a cat but I know you don't like pets at home.. I just... I....''

Hannibal threw the phone to the bed and gave you a long kiss.

your foreheads touching, ''Darling, I'm willing to have a pet with you if that's what you want. You should tell me when you want something.''

He was so relieved that his darling wasn't up to something else and he felt shamed to even judge his dearest's actions.

Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

Genre: Romance, Slow burn, Smut in the future.

Warnings: Drug use.

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Summary: Y/N Hobbs an opera singer and also the eldest adopted daughter of The Minnesto Shrike, and her entire life changes after what happened. She will be the object of affection of a certain psychopath, whether she likes it or not.

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Chapter 5

    It was late when Y/N got a call from Abigail's doctor. ''Miss Hobbs, I'm so sorry to inform you that Abigail has escaped from the facility. We hoped she might be with you.'' Y/N was at her house, alone and reading a book. ''No, she isn't here.'' She had an idea, ''I think I know where she is. I will send her back to the facility.'' Y/N dressed quickly and called for a taxi. She was headed to Hannibal Lecter's office. When she knocked on the grey door she run her hands through her wild hair, ''I hope she is here.'' 

Hannibal opened the door as usual, ''Hello Y/N, please come in.'' he looked at her up and down, she had a long black coat and boots, her cheeks were red because of the cold. Y/N walked in and saw Abigail. ''Thank God!'' She hugged her little sister, ''They called me from the hospital, said you escaped. I was so worried.'' Y/N spoke, her tone was smiliar to their mother when she was angry. ''To be more specific, she climbed the walls.'' Hannibal said hands in his pockets, he sat at the edge of his brown study table. ''Why did you come here?'' Y/N asked, ''I'm sure Dr. Lecter is very busy.'' Hannibal and Abigail exchanged looks, ''She came to thank me. Isn't it right Abigail?'' Hannibal said calmly,     ''Y- yes. My next stop was your house but now you're here.'' Abigail said looking like a lost puppy, it made Y/N smile.  ''Honey, can you wait outside? I'll be quick.'' She took her coat, as she was leaving she heard Hannibal say ''No more climbing walls Abigail.'' he said with a paternal tone to his voice.

It was just Y/N and Hannibal now, ''I'm sorry she did this Dr- I mean Hannibal.''             ''She is still struggling to call me by my first name, I should be more friendly.'' he thought. ''I'm glad she came to me, we are becoming friends.'' He said with a small smile, ''That's good, but to me you are trying to be a father figure to her. I know you are one of her guardians, FBI told me.'' he decided to stand up and came closer, ''Guilty. I admit I see myself in her. I hope I didn't cross a line.'' Y/N wasn't sure if she was intimidated by his tall frame and his confidance or was she enjoying it? ''Why do you see yourself in her?'' She asked crossing her arms. ''My parents passed away when I was very young, my uncle Robertos adopted me at age 16.'' He confessed, it was a personal information he was sharing and Y/N noticed that. ''I guess our only common thing is being an orphan.'' Her voice was faint as a whisper but loud enough for Hannibal to hear, ''You and I have a great deal in common, more than you think.'' Hannibal replied. He could smell her newly washed body and hair, it was a both comforting and seductive smell which confused him. ''What makes you say that?'' She got defensive, ''Call it a hunch.'' he replied quickly. For a few seconds all they did was looking at each other's eyes, Y/N was expecting to find something but failed. ''I should take Abigail back, good night.'' She said trying to control her voice, ''Does he know anything about my dark past?'' ''Sleep well Y/N.'' 

The next day, Y/N got a call from Dr. Alana Bloom, she said they had to talk about Abigail and asked Y/N to go to Hannibal's office. Y/N didn't want to go because whenever she was around him she felt something, she didn't know how to describe it but it was like a part of her felt safe, however the other part begged her to run and never come back. She sighed heavily and pulled a grey dress from her closet, the arms were long sleeved and had grey lace work. It had a grey ribbon on the waist, left leg side had a short slit. She grabbed her bag and left her apartment. 

Y/N arrived little earlier than Alana, Hannibal greeted her. ''Please, come in.'' He said with a kind hand gesture and Y/N walked in. ''The universe keeps making us see each other, don't you agree?'' Y/N said looking around. ''I definitely agree. Would you like a glass of red wine?'' He went to his brown cabinet. ''Yes, please.'' She kept on walking, looking at the books. ''Here you go.'' He also poured a glass of red wine for himself, ''It's interesting that you have wine bottles in your work place.'' she smelled the wine which caught Hannibal's attention. ''I cannot resist a glass of red wine. I have realized you smell it before drinking. Most people don't do that.'' Y/N took off her black coat and put it on the dark grey chair. ''I love smelling things before trying them.'' She started to walk again, Hannibal observed her dress and tried to understand what kind of a person she is. ''The dress is casual yet it has lace work and a ribbon. She doesn't try hard to impress but likes small details.'' 

''Did you draw these?'' Y/N asked while holding a white paper, ''Yes, I love drawing portraits.'' Hannibal came close to see, it was a portrait of a naked woman's back. ''Is she your partner?'' She was surprised to see that Hannibal could draw. ''No. I don't have a partner. What about you?'' Y/N put the paper back, ''No.'' it was a short reply. ''I'm shocked to hear a woman as beautiful as you is single. I'm sure men are chasing you.'' He was standing behind her, Y/N turned to see if he was serious, ''He is just being kind.'' Y/N studied his face, his brown eyes were questioning her, waiting her response. ''Tell that to men, I'm sure they have a different opinion.''  They heard Alana's knock on the door. Hannibal offered Alana a tall galss of beer, ''Perhaps it's time Abigail's release from clinical treatment?'' he asked. ''Release where? Back to the wild?'' Alana replied angrily. Clearly she didn't like his proposal. They were sitting on the long grey couch, Y/N was standing. ''Spending each day immersed in tragedy maybe doing more harm than good. She should be out into the world.'' Hannibal tried to convince Alana, ''What do you say Y/N?'' he asked her. ''I don't think she can live on her own, not now.'' Y/N replied, she looked concerned for her sister. ''I am not suggesting abandonment.'' He said calmly, ''Well, I'm not sending my sister outside Hannibal! She needs a stable environment. Maybe later she can live with me.'' she finished her wine in one gulp. ''You are passionate about her health, she is lucky to have a sister like you.'' Alana said smiling. ''Passion is good, gets blood pumping.'' Hannibal said, later he finished his drink, his eyes were on Y/N. 

  Later that day Y/N was at the facility with her sister. They spent some time together, Y/N read to her, talked to her. The sun was slowly faiding when Hannibal Lecter visited them. He came to say that he wanted to take them out of the facility for few hours. ''I don't think I'm allowed to leave.'' Abigail said, Y/N was brushing her sister's brown hair. Hannibal noticed how protective and at the same time soft she can be. ''I've made arrangements, you could say I'm one of your guardians.'' He gave a look at Y/N. ''Where are we going?'' Abigail asked, eyes closed and enjoying soft brushes she is getting from her sister. ''Home. My home, I thought you might enjoy if I cook for you and your sister. I will have you back bed time.'' He sat at the single chair, holding his long coat. ''Can I spend the night at yours or Y/N's place?'' She asked daring to hope, ''I don't like sleeping here.'' Hannibal and Y/N shared a look, she didn't want to upset her sister so she let him speak, ''You have to sleep in your own bed.''                                                                            '

'This isn't my bed.'' Abigail snapped. ''Honey, I know. But please endure it for some time.'' Y/N tried to be positive, ''For how long?!'' Abigail was clearly upset. Y/N got a phone call and had to leave the room. When she returned they stopped speaking which caught her attention. ''Are they hiding something?''

This was the first time Y/N and Abigil went to Hannibal's house. The outside walls had yellowish brick walls and red roof and red window frames. There were small trees on the front garden. ''Welcome to my humble home.'' He announced. Y/N couldn't believe her eyes, ''It's like a museum.'' blurted out. ''Thank you.'' He seemed proud, there were paintings on the dark walls, every piece of furniture seemed like from a different world. ''It looks pretty good.'' Abigail said. They hanged their coats and walked to the kitchen. Hannibal put on a white apron, ''Who cooks with a white apron?'' she thought. He had a red shirt, a black tie and a black sweater. He was peeling a potato, everything he needed was on the grey kitchen counter. His kitchen mostly had the colour grey, there was a door which led to the back garden, at the corner there was a small brown table and two chairs. ''Have you thought about applying for schools?'' He asked to Abigail, ''My dad killed girls at all the schools I applied to.'' Abigail replied, she was standing and watching Hannibal cook like she used to do when their father cooking for them, Y/N wasn't wrong, Hannibal was becoimg a father figure for Abigail. ''Perhaps that can wait then.'' 

      Y/N was listening them while looking around, it was a big kitchen. ''You are not your father's daughter, not anymore. Don't forget that.'' Hannibal said looking at Abigail, she seemed tired. He offered something to make the pain and nightmares go away. ''Have you ever tried psilocybine?'' ''Mushrooms? That's what's in the tea?'' Abigail asked, there was a glass tea kettle on the counter, filled with mushrooms. ''Mushooms bring traumatic events back to the mind.'' Y/N protested, ''She knows her stuff.'' Hannibal was surprised to see a young wise woman. ''Which is why we need to supplement them. Positive associations, no more bad dreams Abigail.'' He looked determined, ''Do you want her to do drugs?!'' young woman asked in shock. ''I want her to do this drug. Of course I need your consent and with my supervision we can make this work. Do you trust me?'' He poured the tea into a white porcelain cup and gave it to Abigail. ''Psilocybine can have positive, even spiritual effects on patients. I want to give your power back.'' Abigail looked at Hannibal and then Y/N, ''You know what, what do we have to lose, try it.'' Y/N approved.

Abigail finished her tea, ''Are you sure about this?'' Y/N asked concerned. ''I used this treatment on my patients befor and it worked.'' Hannibal got back to cooking. ''Do you need help?'' Y/N asked, trying to be kind, they heard Abigail laugh, ''Y/N is a great cook. You are better than mom actually.'' she said smiling at them. Y/N could see that the mushrooms started to work. ''Oh really? An opera singer and also a chef. Miss Hobbs you surprise me every time.'' Hannibal looked amused. Y/N didn't like to brag but she was good at cooking. ''Abigail, when you taste the food compare it to you sister's cooking. I would like to know who is better.'' Hannibal said looking at Y/N while talking which made her blush, ''I will. Or maybe next time you guys sould have a cooking contest. I will be the judge and also Will and Alana and maybe Jack.'' Abigail said, she was talking fast, it made Y/N laugh. ''Honey, why did you say maybe to Jack Crawford?'' Y/N asked. Abigail came to hug her sister, Y/N was slightly taller than her so she put her head on her chest. ''Because he is mean to us. He thinks we are bad girls.'' Y/N played with her sister's hair. ''He is just doing his job, we can't blame him for that.'' 

''I don't feel so good.'' Abigail confessed looking up at Y/N, Hannibal rushed to see. They made her sit on a chair at the corner, ''That feeling will pass. Allow it to wash over you, through you. Let me be your guide.'' He knelt in front of her and so did Y/N. ''Should we lay her down for a while?'' Y/N turned to Hannibal, due to their position they were close. ''Yes. Let's take her to the living room.''         They put her on a long couch and came back to the kitchen, ''You are making breakfast for dinner?'' she saw eggs on bread and sausage on the pan. ''A chef in Spain called Muro, claimed he invented in 19th century. Taste is not only biochemical, it is also psychological. I'm cooking the same dish Abigail and her parents had.'' Y/N didn't know her family's last dish was this, she often tried not to think of them. ''You have different techniques Doctor.''

Later Y/N woke Abigail up and set the table, Hannibal told her to put 4 plates but they were 3. The knock on the door stopped the conversation. ''I will get that.'' Hannibal left, he looked displeased. It was Alana Bloom and she was pissed, they walked straight to the kitchen. Y/N heard little of their talk but obviously Abigail was Alana's patient and Hannibal didn't have any right to take her out without Alana's permission. Y/N left the dining room to see them and maybe calm them, when she was close to the kitchen she heard Hannibal say; ''I gave her a sedative. I only gave her a half valium but she may be a little hazy.'' ''Why is he lying?'' Y/N decided to walk back to the dining room.

''Hello girls!'' Alana greeted them and decided to stay for the dinner, ''Hannibal knew she’ll be the 4th plate. Smart.'' Y/N was sitting on his left side, Abigail and Alana were on his right side. ''Please, enjoy.'' Hannibal said and took a sip from his wine, ''I admit this is delicious.'' Y/N said after taking a bite. ''Thank you Y/N, I would love to try your food next time.'' Y/N wasn't sure if he smiled but it looked like a smile. Abigail started to stare at them, ''What is it Abigail?'' Hannibal asked calmly, her pupils were dilated and she was smiling, ''What do you see?'' he continued calmly.

''I see family.''

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Shattered Pieces

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Genre: Romance. Smut in the future. Angst.

Warnings: Y/N was almost attacked. 

Summary: Bucky and Y/N were in love back in the 40s but Hydra took Bucky away from Y/N. Y/N tried to find him but HYDRA stopped her and she paid a price. Now all they knew was Bucky was dead, however they were wrong. Can she face the new Bucky, the infamous Winter Soldier?

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Chapter 4

A month passed since the incident, Bucky was nowhere to be found and Steve gathered a team of talented people to chase him. Y/N was also a part of the team, Natasha wasn't included but before she left town she brought files on Bucky from Kiev. 

The Intelligence Community was helping the team as well, Y/N first tried Brooklyn, she thought maybe Bucky remembered and started with Brooklyn but it was a dead end, however, finally they got signals from Europe.  He was a well trained assassin and knew how to hide, everyday Y/N's hopes crashed but with the dawn of new day she dared to hope again. What happened to Bucky was a tragedy and she wanted to make things right, they were on SHIELD's chopper heading to Romania. Steve was giving orders as always, Y/N's mind was somewhere else, she wondered what their conversation would be if they saw each other again. ''Y/N?'' Steve called her name for the third time, ''Yeah?'' she said with a faint voice. ''We are landing.'' The inside was loud so they were talkinf through black headphones, ''Alright.''

Team was tired so Steve gave them onre day to recover, SHIELD took care of the hotel, it was an expensive one. Steve and Y/N's rooms were on the same floor, ''I'm gonna take a shower, you should eat without me.'' she said. She was tired, the dark circles under her eyes were the proof of how hard she was working to find Bucky, Steve felt sad everyday to see his friend like that. ''Y/N, try to get some sleep.'' He said and went into is room.

She walked inside and locked her door, dropped her bag and hit the shower. It was a long and hot one, after that she got dressed because she had plans of her own. It was still early to travel and go to the places they marked on the map to find Bucky. She wore a simple blue denim pants, a black sweater and a black hat. She had a grey backpack, she  gave her tired self a look on the tall mirror before she left, ''God I look tired!'' they were in the capital city of Romania, which was Bucharest. The spies of SHIELD gave them few addresses of sububrs, dangerous places. ''If I were Bucky which place I would choose?'' Y/N thought, she was on a taxi and had a map on her lap. ''I would choose a crowded place to blend in, maybe an apartment building. Windows would be covered.'' 

She gave an address to the driver, she was watching the city through the dirty window, people minding their own business, everything seemed normal but nothing about her life was normal. The sun was setting and leaving an orangy red colour on the deep blue clouds, as she left the taxi she tipped the driver and kindly smiled at him, he was an old man with a deep accent. ''Sweet girl,'' he said, ''be careful around here.'' he was right the place looked shady. 

She watched the car leave, kids were playing together, throwing balls at each other, she was few women with bags, entering a tall apartment building. She sat on a bank near a big tree, trying to decide what she should do first. The last time she tracked Bucky she ended up being the toy of Hydra, she pushed the unwanted memories away. She opened her backpack and pulled a picture of Bucky, ''I have nothing to lose.''

For hours she asked people if they knew the man in the picture, some couldn't speak English, the ones that did couldn't help her. Now it was late night, children were already gone home, only stray dogs, and cats were out. She inhaled deeply, ''I knew it! I won't be able to find him on my own.'' she hated herself, if it was the other way around Bucky would've found her weeks ago. 

She gave a last look and put the picture back, as she was walking and looking around she decided to walk pass the tall apartment, the alley was dark. She was having a really shitty they and the last thing she wanted was some boys to chase her but here they were. 3 boys were sitting at the corner of a building but when they saw her they started to call out for her, she couldn't understand Romanian so she kept on walking, however the boys seemed interested. ''Nu vorbesc românește.'' She said which was the only sentence she knew in Romanian, it meant ''I don't speak any Romanian.'' but the boys started to laugh.  One of them was smoking and he threw the cigar on the ground, got close to Y/N. Y/N blocked his hand with hers, ''Leave and no one gets hurt!'' she yelled. 

She wanted to be heard by anyone but there was no one, or so she thought. She kicked the one close to her, he fell on his back. Other two pulled out their knives but something stopped them. They were looking at something behind her, they stood still for a second and helped their friend who was holding his crotch and struggling on the cold ground. Together they ran. She turned to see what was behind her and and saw him. Bucky was standing tall and looking at her.

''I told you to not come after me.'' He said annoyed, his ocean eyes regarded her with a strange calmness, she cleared her throat before she found herself lost in them, ''And I told you that I'll find you wherever you go.'' she snapped back. After leaving America Bucky did reaserch and collected pictures of her and Steve but he still didn't remember what she was to him before. ''Where do you live?'' Y/N asked, simply trying to strike a convo. ''You should leave. It's not safe out here.'' Bucky said and Y/N could swear that he was concerned for her safety and she smiled. He didn't wait for her reply and turned to leave but she spoke quickly, ''I can help you remember who you once were.'' He stopped in his tracks, she could see he was having doubts. ''Take me to your place and I will tell you everything. I know you want to know.'' She was silently praying that he would say yes, he turned back. Held her arm thightly, ‘’Follow me.’’ and he took her to his place.

His place was small, windows were covered with newspapers as she expected, dirty dishes were in the sink. Kitchen and the livingroom were connected, the source of light was a white light bulb, there wasn't a bedroom, his livingroom was also where he slept. As he closed the door she was standing, not knowing where to go. There was a brown couch with two pillows, they looked old, the walls were red and the rest were light green. He locked the door, she could see that he was trying hard not to look at her but why? ''May I sit here?'' She asked carefully, he simply nodded so she just sat. ''Nice place.'' Y/N tried to think of something and she cursed at herself for feeling like a school girl in front of him, ''After all these years do I still love him?'' he gave out a sarcastic laugh. She rolled her eyes which caught his attention, ''Why didn't you kill me in my house? Or that bridge? You could've easily ripped my head off but you didn't.'' she finally spoke after the silence. Bucky sat on his messy bed, got rid of his black jacket and hat. ''I wasn't sent to kill you, Pierce sent me to give you a message, but you attacked me, and then-'' he stopped, looked her in the eye. ''I remembered something, a memory. It made me stop chocking you to death.'' He was trying to be careful she could see that, ''What was it?''

''Do you really have to know doll?'' there he was, the Bucky that stole her heart 70+ years ago, it made her body completely warm to see that he was becoming more himself, ''I'm a curious gal, Sergeant.'' she slightly flirted, crossed her legs and took off her hat and jacket like he did. ''Okay... as I was chocking you with my metal arm on your kitchen island, I remembered a time where we,'' he cleared his throat, ''Having sex on a bed, I was chocking you and you were calling my name.'' he finally said it. His cheeks got pink, Y/N didn't expect that answer, her mouth was faintly open, ''Well, yes we used to do that sometimes.'' she wanted to punch herself for saying that. ''Why am I like this?'' Bucky's cheeks were red now, he looked at her entire body, a thought of how small she would be under him crossed his mind and that sent familiar signals to his body, he also had other steamy memories ever since he escaped spent his time by himself. ''You said you will tell me everything, I'm listening.'' Bucky said, he desperately wanted to know, ''What do you want to know? Steve? Me? or what kind of an asshole you were?'' Y/N couldn't help herself, she thouhght he would be offended by her remark but she caught a grin on his smooth looking lips,

 ''I forgot how they felt.'' 

he acted like he was in deep thought, ''I know that Steve Rogers was my childhood friend, I remember some stupid stuff we did back in the day, I want to know you. Who you were to me? How did we meet? What was I to you?'' His voice broke at the end, some light left his ocean eyes, Y/N wanted to hold him right there and never let him go but she knew it would freak him out, she had to tell the story first.

She took a deep breath, laid her back on the not so comfortable couch, ''I was Steve's friend and one day he introduced you to me. You were 19 and I was 15, it was the summer of 1936...''

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Bullet in The Heart

Summary; Pedro calls you for the first time after your break up.

Pedro Pascal x Female Reader

Oneshot!

Warnings; None.

A/N; I watched a video on tiktok and had this idea, I had to write it. Enjoy, sorry for any typos.

You were in your small apartment complex, it was getting late and after binge watching romantic shows and eating your feelings you decided that it was time for bed, you took a shower, cried a little in the shower and came back to your bedroom. Everything smelled like him, you saw his hoodie on your chair, threw it in your wardrobe. The break up really broke your heart because you both had feelings for each other but his career got in your relationship, his fans were criticizing your body, face etc, however there were other fans who kept supporting you but seeing negative comments every day started to break you down. Pedro kept reassuring you, telling you how beautiful and smart you were but he wasn’t always there to comfort you. He had a hectic work schedule and you sometimes didn’t even see him for months. Rage, sadness, depression built and built finally both of you decided to ‘’take some time off’’ which meant break up in a naïve way. You were getting ready for bed when you heard your phone, you walked to the living room and the second you saw your screen your heart jumped several times. It was Pedro who was face timing you right now, you still had a small heart emoji next to his name, you couldn’t bring yourself to delete it. ‘’Should I take the call?’’ something in you begged to answer, you waited for a few seconds, maybe it was on accident but the phone kept ringing and you decided to answer.

He was standing there in a white t-shirt, his hair looked messy, the second he saw you his brown eyes got wide and shined, but there was sadness under them. He looked tired, ‘’Working too much?’’ but the truth was that he couldn’t sleep properly because of you.

‘’Hi.’’ You said with a small smile, glad to see his face. It had been a month since the break up, ‘’Hi.’’ He said. He sighed heavily, you could see that he was nervous, and he started to giggle, he was a goofy man. ‘’It’s late Pedro, why did you call me?’’ You asked curiously, he was lost in his thoughts, watching your face, the face he had missed so much it was burning his chest. ‘’I was thinking about you. I always do, around this time, every time of the day.’’ His hand went to his hair, he was struggling, ‘’You probably not even thinking about me, do you ever think about me?’’ a certain hope covered his eyes, you had to swallow the lump in your throat, ‘’A little.’’ you said, it was a lie, you was thinking about him every second. ‘’A little?’’ he was standing, bent a little to see his phone screen, ‘’What was I saying?’’ he sighed, ‘’What am I saying?’’ he cursed under his breath, he moved back, standing still. He came back to see you, you were trying really hard not to cry right now, ‘’What am I saying?!’’ he raised his voice a little, he was talking to himself more than talking to you at the moment. Obviously he wanted to say something but words couldn’t leave his pretty lips, his hands went to his face rather harshly, was he punishing himself? A sob left his lips, ‘’Pedro, it was your idea to break up, your career and fans are more important than a relationship.’’ You could see how sorry he was, you both knew it was a mistake. He clapped his hands together, ‘’Do you remember…when we went out on a date first time.. to see a play..’’ you remembered but let him keep talking. ‘’Wait,’’ he said and left, you could hear he was looking for something in his house, he was opening doors, slamming them hard, he was angry with himself and you were scared a little, scared that he might hurt himself, you could hear drawers opening and closing harshly, he brought 2 tickets, tickets that he got for you and him a year ago.  ‘’You remember right?’’

‘’Yes, Pedro. I remember that play.’’ You said calmly, ‘’You laughed so hard you peed a little,’’ he smiled at the memory, ‘’what was that fucking line in the play how the fuck did it go?! If, if , if..’’ he was trying to say the line which you loved so much. He was in love with you and he was trying hard to get you back. ‘’If you got one friend when you die…’’ he was pointing his finger at you, eyebrows knitted, trying really hard to remember the line, ‘’then you got something most people never have.’’ That was the line you cherished. He remembered, you smiled, you could see your face on the screen, tears leaving shiny liquid marks on your cheeks, ‘’And I tried to quote that shit back at you and you laughed at me ‘cus I fucked it up, and I kissed you for the first time,’’ he bit his lips sullenly, he always did that when he didn’t want to cry and seeing you cry silently broke him, tore his soul into pieces. He was breating heavily now, ‘’and you let me kiss you.. and then it rained like we were in a fucking movie and life was never better than that.’’ Now he was crying with you, ‘’Why did you have to love me like that Y/N?’’ he let his guard down when he met you and he realized he was deeply in love with you when you kissed on that date, ‘’Why did you have to love me back?’’ he yelled at you, he fixed his hair, you couldn’t help but keep crying, you wished you were there with him, holding him, kissing him. ‘’Why did you do that?’’ he whispered more to himself, ‘’You sent me into a kind of madness Y/N, sometimes I go into the quietest parts of this house and I whisper your name,’’ he was looking right at you, pushed back his hair. His eyes met yours, and he looked achingly vulnerable and loving all at once. ‘’I wish I could scream it, I should.. Should I scream it? Y/N?’’ tears dropping to his already wet cheeks, he closed his eyes for a second, ‘’Pedro please, stop..’’ you whispered to him and he opened his eyes, ‘’I want you, I want you, I want you back. Please have me back Y/N. I can’t live without you.’’ His voice was shaking, he was holding the edges of the table so that he wouldn’t fall to the ground. ‘’We can’t-‘’

‘’Y/N, please. I  just want a second chance. I will never leave you again please.’’ He was begging, saying your name over and over again, weary look was upon his face, ‘’What do you say?’’ he asked with a thin edge of desperation in his voice, you could feel it in your bones. For a moment you were still, not certain of what to do or say, however your heart told you to go for it, ‘’I love you Pedro, I always have.’’ Y/N said as soft as a kiss, 

‘’Te amo Y/N.’’

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