Mistletoe

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

Feyd Rautha requests;  feyd rautha x fremen reader! Soulmate situation where feyd has dreams about reader and is UTTERLY OBSESSED:  Oneshot

One Shots: soulmate situation where feyd has dreams about reader and is obssessed: One Two Three

Oneshot: Feyd Rautha reunited with like an aunt figure (or just an older oc/reader), who he's been fascinated by since he was a child.

Oneshot: Reader is a concubine of Paul but ignored most of the time.

Love Thy Enemy (Feyd Rautha xAtreidesReader) ; 

 Summary; Y/N Atreides had always been a stranger to the entire galaxy, her bed wasn’t her bed, her home wasn’t her home due to the fact that she was sent to accompany and be sisters with Irulan. She had limited access to her actual family and over the years they grew distant. She thought she would be like Reverend Mother, alone, yet powerful, and soon she would realize that there was no need of being alone when a wild creature had his eyes on her for a long time.

Chapter One  Chapter Two  Chapter Three Chapter Four  Chapter Five   Chapter Six  Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen

Silver

Mob! Sebastian Stan x Stripper Reader (Smut)

One Shot

We all deserve a mob Seb lol this is my first one shot, go easy on me. Likes, comments are welcomed in this fandom. <3 Sorry for any typos.

(Not my gif)

Sebastian Stan was the most famous bachelor and the most famous mob boss of America, and he was also an active business man on the covers of magazines.

Throughout his life he had many girlfirends, most of them for magazine papers, there was no love, just sex and none of them complained.

He was usually a serious man with no time to spend on women around him, they were too easy, always throwing themselves at him but you caught his attention.

You were hired by a rich man who owned the most expensive and aesthetically pleasing club in New Tork, the owner was selective but thanks to your flexible body you got in.

Soon all of the CEOs, actors, celebrities were asking for private shows and lap dances from you. You had a nickname like other girls in the club, it was Silver, everynight you could hear them talk about you,

‘‘Where is Silver?’‘

‘‘I want her to give me a private dance.’‘

‘‘Has anyone seen Silver?’‘

One night Sebastian was dragged to a night club by his friends Chris and Anthony. He didn’t wanna go but lately he was under a lot of pressure so he agreed.

There you were, on the big stage with a silver colour mask on your face, dancing like a Goddess.

Sebastian shited on his seat, trying to ignore the thightness of his pants.    Chris told him who you were and yoour famous private shows and he got excited.

      He talked to your boss and found himself waiting for you in a private room which were covered with purple velvet curtains.

The music started and you came inside. ‘’Hello Mr. Stan’’ your boss told you who he was and it made you nervous. His blue eyes were deep and you felt naked under his gaze, -well you only had shimering lace lingerie set- ‘’Hello Silver.’’ he greeted you with a hungry look on his pale face, he was sculptured by the Gods, she was sure. 

You shut down your nervous side, knelt on your knees and hands and crawled like a cat to the small metal pole. You started to dance for him.

The way you moved your body was intoxicating, he felt his heart race, his member twitched when you moved your ass up and down.

You were on his lap now, swaying your hair, moving your hips. He tried to touch your upper legs but you stopped him, ‘’Touching is extra Mr. Stan.’’ he could see your wink under that mask.

He pulled out his wallet and threw a thousand dollars on the velvet couch,    ‘’May I?’’ you let him touch you as you danced. You were grinding on his erect member, twerking. His head fell back, ‘’Fuck!’’ you heard him whisper under his breath.

You unclapsed your silver bra and threw it on the floor. His eyes wide opened, ‘’Fucking beautiful princess.’’ he said, the nickname made you even wetter. He touched yoour boobs, toyed with them, you couldn’t help but moan under his wicked touch.

His cheeks were red, he was a panting mess and you liked that. You had control over the mob boss. You kept on grinding on his thick member, you didn’t see it but felt, thick and big...

He could feel your wet core on his pants, making a stain, he pushed your hips lower and you both moaned. You were dry humping him and it was against the rules but you didn’t fucking care.

You made him come undone on his pants, ‘’Fuck baby girl..’’ he basically yelled. You felt his hot breath on your neck, he wanted to give you a kiss onyour bare neck but you pulled away, saw the disappointment on his deep blue ocean eyes.

‘‘Can I see your pretty face baby girl?’‘ He asked desperately, his large hands went to your face but you held them gently. ‘‘I don’t show my face to my customers, sorry.’‘ This was the first time he was rejected by a woman it made his blood boil, in a good way. You bolted to your feet, picked up your bra. As you were leaving you looked back, ‘‘If I like you maybe you’ll get a chance to see my face.’‘

Sebastian became a regular customer of the club, at some point you showed him your fcae. His pupils dialeted, ‘’Beautiful..’’ he said and caressed your pink cheeks.

The fact that only Sebastian could see your pretty face was a turn on, you were his girl. One night you were giving him a lap dance and things got out of hand.

He was balls deep inside of you and you were moving your hips to meet his merciless thrusts, ‘’Seb...’’ you screamed his name and it was music to his ears, he left hickeyes on your neck. ‘’Mine,’’ he said moving his hips faster, your legs were wrapped around his waist, fingers drawing up and down on his bare back. ‘’Mine!’’

‘‘Yes daddy, I’m yours,fuck..’‘ no man could make you cry in pain and pleasure like he could, with his new nickname his movements became more animalistic, like you switched something in his brain. He came inside of you, a primal sound leaving his swollen pink lips. You came after him, legs shaking, you were a mess. ‘‘Don’t think we are done yet sweetheart.’‘ Your foreheads were touching, it was a cute gesture and made you feel safe, protected. He winked at you and you saw the way he was looking at you, he adored you.

He took you to his house that night and let’s just say you walked funny the next day.

hii, I saw that the requests are open so I'll let my (many) thoughts, feel free to turn one of these, maybe all, in one shots!

Hannibal × R where R has a whole Morticia Addams aesthetic

Hannibal × R where they're on that friendly stage, Hannibal doesn't want a relationship cause he thinks his hobbies would be hard to hid from his lover, however he realises R is even more twisted than he is

Hannibal × R where R is a bit insecure cause she's not wealthy, never have been, yet Hannibal is interested in her and keeps pursuing her to go on a date

and last but not least

Hannibal × Brazilian! reader, just some fluffy cute shit

I'm so so sorry if I miswritten something, it's not my mother language, also feel free to turn these in smut, fluffy or angsty, I'd really like happy endings tho

hope you like the ideas!! I love your work 🤍

A/N: I AM BACK BABY! Thank you so much for this request. I hope you enjoy it and girlll English isn't my native tongue either. lol

Warnings; Mention of killings.

Hannibal Lecter wasn’t looking for a relationship, mostly because of his eccentric ‘’hobbies’’ that he wouldn’t be able to hide for so long… and how divine she was, he caught himself staring at her long black hair and shiny olive skin. His dark mind had already tried to find ways to make it work, he shook his head to come back to the reality. First of all she was his patient,  that was unethical and second… nothing came to his mind.

‘’How are you feeling today?’’ he asked as she made herself comfortable in his chair, yes his chair. They grew closer and closer and now she was in his chair, looking good.

She crossed her arms, her red lips were a line, no emotions or maybe trying to hide them.

‘’Good.’’ She replied dryly, Hannibal tsked, he leaned on the brown chair, ‘’I believe we both know each other for so long that it isn’t easy to trick and wise to do so.’’ His maroon eyes made her look up, she didn’t break the eye contact, ‘’Sorry,’’ she apologized and continued, ‘’I have nightmares recently.’’ Admitting to that made her feel like a burden lifted off of her shoulders.

He slowly sat on the table, he found himself being comfortable around her, ‘’May I ask what do you see in your nightmares?’’

She sighed, ‘’My drug addict family.’’

He knew about her story to begin with but every time it made him enrage. How could two people couldn’t take care of a child that they brought into this world?! She was strong though, she pulled herself out of that life, moved out, and now she was working and living her life and Hannibal wanted to give her more opportunities in this life. He wanted to travel with her, give her luxuries that she had only heard or watched on TV.  He stopped his train of thoughts, he had to remind himself  that he wasn’t looking for a relationship, even though it was hard to remind when she looked at him like that.

‘’Would you like to be more detailed?’’ he asked, curious to know more.

She sighed again, her head low, he reached to lift her head by her chin and made her look at him again, ‘’They aren’t here to hurt you Y/N, I assure you.’’ He had a feeling if someone tried to hurt her he would make that person disappear.

‘’Grandma had sent her delicious Acaraje, we’re on the kitchen table and dad knocks on the door, about to break it. And suddenly the delicious Acaraje turn ashes in my mouth.. Anyways things like that.’’ She shortly explained.

‘’I have never tried that food before.’’ He exclaimed, curious. Her eyes lit up, ‘’I have the recipe, I can make some, if you would like.’’

Hannibal’s plan was working, he was going to make Acaraje experience delightful to her again. They set a date, and the date came. She invited him to her home.

She opened the door in her long black dress, her long black hair looked lushes under the yellow lights of her house, ‘’Come in.’’ she calmly said, the inside smelled delicious.

She took his coat and hung it near, it was a small house but neat and clean. She was organized just like him. ‘’I brought wine.’’ He went to his basement to pick the wine that had the richest flavor and it was one of the oldest. ‘’Oh, thank you.’’

The food was ready, she had made side dishes as well, as a Brazilian woman she knew how to host and be hospitable. It was in her culture after all and she had a feeling her grandma would rise from death and beat her if she was hospitable to her guest.

Hannibal opened the wine and poured it into the glasses, they were seated, ‘’You have a cozy home.’’ He admitted, her red lips turned into a genuine smile, ‘’Thank you.’’ She blushed, she took pride in her small home that she had built brick by brick. It wasn’t easy to start over that’s why she had chosen Baltimore. A small and close-knit community.

They started eating and chatting, ‘’How was work?’’ she asked, she knew that he was also giving insights to the FBI about recent killings, she desperately wanted to get details. ‘’As you know I was with the FBI team today, they had discovered the second body which I already told them that it would be like this.. ‘’ he stopped and looked up to deduce her, ‘’I’m sorry I do not wish to make you lose your appetite.’’ And he was surprised to see a certain shine in her eyes, ‘’Please, I would like to learn more, I just… I love reading and searching about serial killer.’’ This was a now revelation, he didn’t know about this. ‘’Oh really?’’ he wasn’t sure at first, ‘’Yes. Don’t worry Doctor, I won’t tell a soul.’’

Hannibal began to explain the killings in detail, the motives etc. The more he explained the more she was intrigued, she was as wicked as he was. His dark mind spoke to him, ‘’See. She is just like us!’’

After tonight he knew that it wasn’t going to be easy saying away from this intelligent Brazilian woman who captured his attention. Y/N and Hannibal had this feeling that tonight was their first date and Hannibal had already made a plan for a second one, in Paris.

Hello! May I request a Hannibal x reader where Reader is Abel Gideon's daughter & was in medical school but dropped out after the whole "dad killing her entire family" thing. The FBI questions her when they think her dad is the Chesapeake Ripper & she is just v shy. Idk where the story goes from there but I trust in your creative abilities❤ @sourdrop​

Warnings; Mention of murder.

Drabble!

A/N; Thank you for trusting my creative abilities, hope I didn’t disappoint you. Sorry for any typos. Enjoy. :)

(gif isn’t mine)

Y/N Gideon, a heavy name to bear these days, especially when your father decided to have a mental break down and kill the entire family. He saved you for last, you were his golden star, if you didn’t find a phone to call 911 you would be dead right now, that memory haunts you every single night and you have a knife wound to carry for the rest of your life. The saddest part was that you were a medical student and after this incident you had to spend your days in a mental institute, months later you got a letter from your school, they were saying that they can’t have you come back. They called your father The Chesapeake Ripper, what a charming super star name, now he was locked up thank God.

You didn’t understand why you were here, the incident happened months ago and you already gave your statement to the FBI, now you were in Jack Crawford’s office waiting for some people to come. ‘’Ms. Gideon, I’m so sorry to drag you here, it must be hard for you but me and my team we have some questions.’’ The tall man said, he was the head of his team, you remembered him because he came to your crime scene. ‘’I already gave my statement to you Mr. Crawford, why don’t you be frank with me, why am I here?’’

The door to his office was opened and 2 men entered, you haven’t seen them before, one of them looked uncomfortable to be here, his blue eyes searching for anything but your face, ‘’Not fond of eye contact.’’ You thought, you understood because your father left an ugly scar on your face, and it was unnatural for people. The other man had a calm expression on his face, hands in his pockets and he looked confident, as soon as he walked in he looked directly into your eyes which startled you, he gently smiled but it didn’t reach to his maroon eyes, he extended his hand, ‘’I’m doctor Hannibal Lecter, nice to meet you Ms. Gideon.’’ You took his hand, ‘’Please, Y/N.’’ the other man simply nodded, ‘’Will Graham and Doctor Lecter are here for some questions.’’ Jack simply explained, Lecter sat next to you on the couch, his scent was rich and you found yourself blush, he was a handsome man.

‘’Did you notice anything abnormal before your father committed his crime? Any change of personality?’’ Will Graham asked, he had a notebook and a pen, his glasses made him look cute. You averted your gaze, ‘’No,’’ you tried to remember your father before the incident, he was intelligent, loving and a smart man, ‘’Nothing out of the ordinary. Mr. Crawford  like I said before, I already gave my statement.’’

‘’There might be someone, copying your father’s work. We suspect that Abel Gideon has an apprentice.’’ All eyes were on you, you looked down to study your shaky hands, you hated being shy, ‘’I’m the perfect suspect, right? Gideon’s 21 year old medical student daughter takes her father’s work. Touching.’’ You hated being the suspect, wherever you go people treated you differently, you were like a some fucked up celebrity and it hurt you. Hannibal gently placed a hand on your back, ‘’No one is blaming you Y/N, we’re just trying to figure out who is the apprentice. Anything you say, remember can help us catch the killer.’’ He said with his calming manner, his low voice made you look up to meet his maroon eyes, you noticed something dark in them. You saw that look before, it was a look of a man who is hiding something… you shook your head, that was none of your business. ‘’He was my father until he gave me this scar and killed my family, until that second he was a respected doctor and a loving husband. That’s all I have to say. May I be excused?’’ Even in a situation like this you respected them, they were just doing their job and you wanted to help them but there was nothing you could do. ‘’This apprentice you’re talking about, I’ve read it on a blog, his next victims will be a well respected and rich family like mine.’’ You stood up to leave, ‘’Thank you for your time Y/N,’’ Jack said, ‘’Please don’t leave the town until we find this new killer.’’ You simply nodded and bid other gentlemen farewell.

As you left the office you heard strong footsteps behind you and Hannibal caught up to you, he held your hand, ‘’Y/N,’’ you turned to face him, ‘’Yes Doctor Lecter?’’

He gave you a piece of paper which had his personal phone number, ‘’I’m a psychiatrist, if you need therapy my doors are open for you. And if you want a friend to spend time with, again my doors are open.’’ He gave you a subtle wink, you felt the blood rush to your face, was he joking or serious? ‘’T- thank you Doc-‘’

‘’Please, Hannibal.’’ He gave a gentle kiss on your hand like gentleman from 18 hundreds. As he left you looked at the piece of paper and smiled, you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. 

Thank you for reading. :)

Heyyyy can i be added to the Fire on Ice taglist?? Thanks Luv

Girlie of course! See you on next chapter luv ❤️❤️

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; Sorry I suck at summary, my friend requested this idea and finally I’m writing it. This will be a short story. I might add smut in the future chapters ;)

Chapter One

December 2007 Wammy’s House

It was a sunny day for a cold December, the dry leaves made crack sounds as Y/N and Mello were walking in the playground, they could hear other children laughing, chasing each other. ‘’What are you thinking?’’ Mello asked, he could see that she was in deep thoughts, Mello and Y/N were living at this place for years, none of them knew their parents but they knew that they had each other, no matter what. ‘’The future.’’ Y/N shortly replied, she seemed sad. Mello pulled out a chocolate bar from his deep pocket, a sudden cold wind moved his golden brown hair out of his pure face, he always had an angry expression. The anger of an orphan never leaves, it eats him inside, his blue eyes seemed compassionate, he gave one bar to Y/N, ‘’Eat, it will cheer you up.’’ He was used to stealing from their teacher’s room. Y/N gladly ate the chocolate, they sat on a bench, ‘’Do you think that we will be together in the future, like we are now?’’ Mello asked what he was thinking and wanted to slap his face, whenever he was close to Y/N he asked stupid questions and said things he never wanted to say out loud, he was in love with her. ‘’I don’t know Mello, L has to choose one of us, not 3 of us.’’ Mello, Y/N and Near were the successors of L and they were trained to be like him when they are old enough or if something happens to L. ‘’I hate to admit it but Near has a natural talent.’’ Mello and Near had fights all the time, Near was calm and collective on the other hand Mello always fell into the web of his emotions, he was always ready to punch someone. Y/N was their balance, that’s why 3 of them were assigned to be together.

‘’You didn’t answer my question Y/N.’’ Mello pointed out, he wanted her to say yes, yes we will always be together… Y/N took a glance at his beautiful face, his ocean eyes were begging, looked pleasently warm. ‘’Yes Mello, we will always be together.’’

The world stopped for them for a second, they didn’t hear the children around them (they were the oldests in the Wammy House), it was just them existing together, Mello did something he wanted to do for a long time, he leaned closer and kissed Y/N. It was a soft innocent kiss of two teenagers, Y/N could feel her cheeks burning, she was in love e,th him too, as they parted a smile flickered across their lips, Mello stroked her pink cheek and above their heads birds were singing as if they were singing a love song just for them.

‘’Mello! Y/N! Come inside.’’ One of their teachers called for them, she seemed upset.

They were taken to the headmaster’s office, Near was inside too, he had a white puzzle board. ‘’I have to give you a terrible news.’’ The headmaster began, Mello found himslef holding Y/N’s hand, ‘’L is dead.’’

Y/N could feel the anger vibrating from Mello, he gave her hand a harsh twist, ‘’What?! How?!’’ he screamed. A single tear dropped from Y/N eye, ‘’I don’t know how but he is dead. Since he didn’t choose a successor before he died…’’ he looked at all 3 of them, ‘’I think all of you can be L, you should work together, you would be inexpugnable.’’

Mello hit the headmaster’s chair, ‘’I would never work with Near, Y/N and I are almost 15, we will leave together.’’ Mello turned to leave, he opened the door but stopped in his tracks because he didn’t hear Y/N’s following footsteps. He turned to see Y/N standing next to Near, ‘’Mello, I want to stay. We should stay and work together. Stay with me.. please.’’ Mello was too furious to hear, ‘’No. Are you coming or what?’’

Near was younger than them and he always saw Y/N as a maternal figure so he held Y/N’s hand tightly, he didn’t want her to go, even though Near and Mello had fights Near never wanted him to leave them, ‘’I’m staying, and you know you have to stay with us.’’

Mello felt betrayed, just moments ago they promised each other that they will be together and sealed it with a kiss but now Y/N was choosing Near and the Wammy’s House over Mello. He suppressed his tears, ‘’Fine! Suit yourself.’’ And he slammed the door as he left.

Nowdays

It had been years and thanks to their mutual friend Matt, Y/N was getting info on what Mello is up to. She was on her own, she had her own cases and she was working with Near as equals, sometimes she was working with the FBI and sometimes they sent her to 3rd world countries. Her last case was a hard one, she lost her house and she had to lay low for couple of months and she had nowhere to go except Mello. Thanks to Matt she got the address of his hideout, Mello was working for a Mafia Boss now and years ago Y/N got one of the memebers arrested so she wasn’t expecting a warm welcome.  

They were staying at an abandoned building, outside looked like no one had been there for decades, no cars were around and the trees and plants were hiding the building perfectly. She, from a distance, walked and circled the building, trying to find an entrance, she knew they would soon catch her so she acted like she didn’t see the hidden cameras, her purpose was to get caught and talk to Mello.

Soon two men caught her, tied her hands and feet, put a piece of cloth in her mouth and covered her eyes with a black cloth. She knew the proses so she was calm which freaked out the men who caught her. They carried her inside, she was taken to a dark room, they made her sit on a chair and for some time there was nothing but silence. She was quick so she get rid of the rope which they used to tie her wrists, but she still held her hands at the back of the chair, didn’t want any attention. The door of the room opened and someone removed the eye bondage and the gag in her mouth. The room was dimly lit, a man with a bald head and blue eyes were standing there, he had expensive cloths and a golden watch, one of his golden rings had a sigil, she knew it was the sigil of that boss’s house. ‘’Y/N… are you here to apologies. You put my best man inside, he was valuable you know.’’ He had a cocky tone which Y/N didn’t like. ‘’I was working with the FBI, instead of giving your name I put your man inside. You should be thanking me old man.’’  

He lit his thick cigar, he took a step towards her, she could smell the cigar, it made her stomach twist in disgust, ‘’What should I do to you pretty face hmm?’’ his calm blue eyes travelled on her face, neck and breasts, ‘’I can kill all of you right now if I wanted to.’’ She said as calm as she could be, the boss laughed at her face, ‘’Leave me alone with her.’’ A voice said and made the bald boss turn. Mello was standing at the doorway, hands in his dark jeans, his long hair hiding his forehead and creating a shadow on his face, his blue diamond eyes shined when he saw her. ‘’You know her?’’

‘’Yes. Let me talk to her.. alone.’’  

Mello had a power over the boss she could see that, soon the boss and his men left and closed the metal door. It was just them, she brought her hands to her feet to remove the rope but failed, Mello without saying anything knelt in front of her and freed her feet, he looked up to meet her eyes, his blue ones were sparkling, but she couldn’t understand whether he was happy to see her or angry.

‘’Long time no see.’’ He said breaking the silence between them.

Thank you for reading. :)

Can I request a Hannibal x reader fic where she's his wife and one evening Will randomly shows up at their house, while they're talking Will notices she has a bite mark (or whatever) on her shoulder/neck and Hannibal catches him staring?

You choose how it goes from there 😊

Drabble

Warnings; None.

Hannibal x F!Reader

Words; 666

A/N; Hello! Sorry it's short, I don't feel fine lately and it shows lol sorry for any typos, enjoy.

Will Graham’s mind was about to explode, ever since he got a job from Jack Crawford he was too occupied with catching the Chesapeake Ripper. He needed to share his ideas with his new colleague/friend, he haven not decided yet. It was 9 pm and he drove to Hannibal Lecter and Y/N Lecter’s house. On the way he remembered the first time he met her, they were an unusual couple and Will admired that. Y/N is a beautiful woman with innocent eyes and a cunning brain, you never know her true intentions until she reveals them on her terms. Hannibal is like the same way so they are the perfect match, Will thought.

When he ringed the door bell Hannibal answered it after few seconds, ‘’Will?’’ he seemed surprised because it wasn’t Will’s habit to drop by like this. ‘’May I come in?’’ He asked as he walked inside, he seemed stressed so Hannibal closed the door behind him and took his coat, ‘’Honey, we have a guest!’’ Hannibal slightly raised his voice so that his beloved wife could hear him. Y/N Lecter came from the living room to see the guest, ‘’Will, what a lovely surprise.’’ Will had conflicting feelings towards her, one could never tell if she was being nice or cold, those lines were blurred in her personality. ‘’Please join us by the fire,’’ they had a huge fireplace in the living room, ‘’we have wine.’’ And they all walked to the living room. There was a cozy atmosphere, Hannibal and Y/N sat next to each other on the sofa while Will sat on the singular couch, the smell of wine and the warmth radiating from the fireplace gave him a sense of comfort, a comfort in a wolf’s den he thought.

‘’What is it that troubles you my friend? You seem stressed.’’ Hannibal was the first one to speak after the few minutes of silence, Will look at Y/N and Hannibal, he didn’t know whether Y/N knew anything about their new case, ‘’It’s about the new killer.’’ Hannibal understood Will’s hesitation, ‘’Y/N knows everything about my job and outside my job. She knows that I help you and the FBI. You can speak about the Chesapeake Ripper.’’ This gave Will confidence. As he was talking about new evidence and his theories about this murdered Will’s colorful eyes caught something. A bruise on Y/N Lecter’s pretty neck. At first he thought it’s the shadow of the dim lights in the room but when he gave another look he was sure that it was a bruise and a big one, which made him concerned for her safety, could Hannibal hurt a woman? As he was talking and kept giving small glances on her neck Hannibal noticed the situation, he was, as always, quick to notice tiny details in any situation. Should he say something or let it pass? He was proud of his work, he loved to mark his beloved wife and he loved it when other people noticed things like this, they belonged to each other in this life and also in other lives if the reincarnation theory was true. He put his long arm to rest behind Y/N in a protective manner, his eyes never left Will’s shy ones. Will wasn’t a stupid man, he understood primal instincts and how they worked, Hannibal was showing that Y/N belonged to him and him only, and if Will tried to do or say something Hannibal would react to it. Y/N was smiling and enjoying the power she had on two strong and intelligent men. Femininity is a weapon if you know how to use it her mother’s first lesson.

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; Sorry for any typos. Enjoy

Chapter Three

Final!

Their hideout was found by the Japanese police force and Mello blew up the entire building and escaped with Y/N, half oh his face was burnt and now they were staying at Matt’s place. Mello was grumpy, he was yelling at them a lot because of what happened and he never let anyone help him. Y/N was growing tired of his behavior, ‘’You either let me take you to Near or I’m leaving Mello!’’ they were in bed, naked. Mello was covering his burnt side with his long hair, Y/N wanted a new life a new beginning, away from all of this crazy life they had. ‘’You can’t leave me.’’ Mello said and it made Y/N angry and she started to get up, ‘’Watch me then!’’

Mello actually never thought she would consider leaving and when he saw Y/N getting dressed he felt this fear from head to toe. He bolted to his feet and made her stop packing her things, he was on his knees now. ‘’Please,’’ he begged, ‘’Don’t leave me, please.’’ He was holding her wrists, his head was pressed to her stomach, ‘’I love you.’’ He whispered with tears in his eyes, ‘’I love you too Mello.’’ And he let her touch his silk hair, she knelt to give him a kiss, it was a long kiss. He cupped his cheeks, she could see he was insecure because of his newly formed scar, ‘’You are beautiful Mello and I’m lucky to have you on my side.’’

Together they made a plan, Y/N wanted to help near about the death note and shinigami because she knew that Near had no idea and she convinced Mello to go to near and help him, it wasn’t easy but after threatening to leave Mello was willing to do whatever she wanted. In order to attract Near’s attention and find where he stays together they kidnapped one of Near’s worker, she was a cute blonde woman who had no idea who they were but she took Y/N and Mello to Near. It was a tall building, Mello was holding the woman as a hostage, the woman used her id card to open a door and there Near was, sitting on the ground and solving a puzzle. When Near’s works saw they raised their guns at them, computers were everywhere, phones were ringing, they looked busy. ‘’Welcome Mello and Y/N.’’ Near greeted them with his usual cold voice, other people were asking Mello to throw away the gun he was holding and releasing the hostage,  ‘’Its meaningless for you to shed blood here. Our goal is to catch Kira, killing Mello won’t benefit us.’’ Near said to his men and they dropped their guns, Mello released the hostage, poor woman ran as fast as she could. Y/N standing next to Mello and her energy was comforting him.

‘’Have things gone as you planned Near?’’ Mello asked jokingly, even though they never admit it they had a sibling connection between them, ‘’Yes. I’ve pretty much figured out  who second Kira is because of everything you’ve done.’’ Near replied turning to face him and saw his scar, Mello got angry, he never liked to be joked around so he pointed his gun towards him but Near didn’t even flinch, he knew Mello could never hurt him. ‘’Near! I’m not your tool to solve your puzzles.’’ He screamed at his face, Y/N was the only person who could calm him so she came between them, held his arm looked him in the eye, he dropped the gun again. ‘’There is no need to argue boys. Near just hear him out.’’

‘’Near I just came to retrieve the photograph you have of me and Y/N.’’ Mello wanted them because he didn’t want his face and her face to be known ever again, Near pulled out the photos out of his pocket, they looked old and yellow, ‘’These are the photographs and there are no copies. I’ve already dealt with everyone who knows your faces at Wammy’s house, and elsewhere. Is that all Mello and Y/N?’’

Now that Mello had the photos he wanted to give some tips to Near about shinigami, . ‘’Near, I have no intention of working with you. But it will upset me if I just take the pictures and leave, the killer notebook.. it’s a shinigami’s notebook. Whoever touches it can see a shinigami.’’ No one in the room believed him, to normal people it was absurd,  ‘’I believe him.’’ Near shut his men up, ‘’That’s all I can tell you.’’ he turned to leave  ‘’Let’s go Y/N.’’ as they were leaving hand in hand Mello stopped and turned ‘’Near!’’ he called his name, ‘’Mello!’’ it was their silent farewell because Near knew that Y/N and Mello were starting a new life together and this was the last time, they would never see each other again. Mello took a bite from his chocolate, Near played with a strand of his white curly hair. It was a new era for all of them, and Y/N was happy to be with Mello finally, and they were both ready to spend the rest of their lives together.

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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.’’

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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 an best thing that happened to him all his life.

Warnings; Torture, knife, bleeding. 

Genres; Romace, smut in the future, slow burn fic. Little Angst my dudes.

1.754k Words!

A/n; Hello guys! I wanted to write something related to Tom Hiddleston. Sorry for any typos.  Enjoy. Let me know what you think ;)

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Chapter One

         He was a lonely man, he had to be because of his dangerous profession, however that didn’t stop him from day dreaming about a non existing woman in his life, who takes care of his deep wounds, who gives a soft kiss on his cheek before he leaves for ‘’work’’… he sighed heavily. Men like him didn’t get to have a proper life and he knew that one day he could be killed, so what’s the point of having a partner and leaving them behind? He didn’t notice that he was clenching his sharp jaw, ‘’Sir, we’re here.’’ The voice of his driver brought him back to the reality which he lived in. The window on his side was rolled down and he could smell the trash and dust, he hated this city but he couldn’t leave yet, he had to find him first. His driver parked the car somewhere close to the abandoned warehouse in New York City, place was quiet and abandoned,  perfect place for his dirty work. It was late at night so silence filled the area. Tom visited this place before many times during the day light, he found nothing other than few junkies and homeless people. His driver opened his door and he stepped out, his driver was an American man with long beard and soft brown eyes, he was as tall as him. ‘’Stay here, keep the car ready.’’ There was another car, it belonged to his men. He walked directly to this old shed standing short and ancient, the windows had a thick layer of dust and some were broken, the walls had moss. One of his men opened the door for him, the smell of moss and moist filled his nostrils. He walked in and saw 2 of his men guarding a bald man sitting on a chair, he had bruises on his face and arms. He looked up to meet his  icy blue eyes. ‘’Thomas William Hiddleston,’’ he said shocked, ‘’I didn’t know you English pigs could live in a colony-‘’ Tom moved his head slightly and one of his men punched the guy on his stomach. The bald man coughed up blood, his bald head had a tattoo, sigil of the Queens clan. He wasn’t young nor old, his black shirt had mud on it, the knees of his blue pants were dirty ‘’Where is he?’’ Tom asked, he never liked chit chat in situations like this one, ‘’Who?’’ the bald man asked, ‘’Do not play with me, I’ve tracked him for years and his last seen place is New York. Rumors say that he came to your boss for help. Now tell me,’’ he knelt to look the man’s eyes, ‘’where is he?’’ the bald man spit on to Tom’s pale face, he closed his eyes to calm himself and he inhaled deeply, he pulled out a dark blue handkerchief to wipe his face. ‘’He came to your clan seeking help, lead me to him and I will reward you. Join me and leave this small clan of yours, if you join me no one can hurt you.’’ Tom guessed that this bald man was afraid of his boss. ‘’I would rather die. Thanks tho. Aren’t you late for a tea party?’’ he had a big tongue which Tom would love to rip out from his dirty mouth. He pulled out his knife and thus the torture began.

After an hour of listening to his loud screaming Tom stopped,

‘’Any ideas now?’’  

The man was panting and bleeding on the cold ground. ‘’Why are you lookin for this man –fuck-‘’ Tom considered the possibility that this man might not know any info, ‘’He killed my father years ago and vanished. You see,’’ he cleaned his sharp knife with the dark blue handkerchief, ‘’my family seeks vengeance. If I don’t bring this man to justice others might think that Hiddleston family is weak. I will not be bullied by my rivals.’’ He put the handkerchief back to his pocket like he didn’t just tortured a man couple minutes ago, ‘’Promise- promise to let me go and- and,’’ he was breathing heavily, ‘’tell you what I know.’’ Tom tried to hide his excitement and slowly knelt, he brought his ear close to the bleeding man. ‘’Last year- a man came and ask protection from my boss, to- to protect someone… not him…’’ he was holding his wound and he passed out. ‘’Great.’’ Tom sighed, ‘’Bring him back to his clan, make sure he is still alive. I wouldn’t prefer to get on the wrong foot with their boss.’’

‘’Yes Sir.’’

He left the shed quickly and stepped into the night, the stars were shiny above his head, ‘’Where to Sir?’’ his driver asked as usual, ‘’Go with them. I need a drink.’’

As he was driving to the crowded city he cursed under his breath, for years he was working with circumspect steps and he was back to zero. ‘’Who do you want to protect old man?’’

The bar was crowded, people were eating and drinking with their friends and loved ones, he cautiously walked and sat on a stool. The yellow lights made the place look homely.

You looked at your watch, ‘’2 more hours and then I’m home.’’ You hated your job but the bills won’t pay themselves so you had no other option. ‘’Y/N, attend the bar. Right Now!’’ your boss yelled at your face and went back. If you could you would kill him right here right now. You pushed the dark brown door and walked into the crowd. ‘’Miss?’’ a man raised his hand to give his order. He looked tired, he had dark circles under his ocean blue eyes, his expensive 3 piece suit made you question why is he here. This was a local bar after all, ‘’Ready to order?’’ you asked kindly and looked at him directly, for some reason you wished you could look somewhere else because he looked intimidating. ‘’Yes, can I have a large beer and fries. Thank you.’’ His accent filled your ears, you didn’t have to take notes so you put your small notebook and pen into the deep pocket of your green apron. You went back to get the fries, as you were serving him you could feel his icy gaze on you, it burnt your skin. ‘’He is just a man, what is wrong with you?’’

‘’Thank you.’’ He said with a kind manner, ‘’You’re bleeding.’’ You couldn’t help but notice the fresh blood stain on his white sleeve, he raised his wrist to see, ‘’It’s not mine-‘’ he wanted to punch himself on the face right now, ‘’I mean, I’m fine. Thank you again.’’

As a bartender your job wasn’t just bringing the juice, you talked to your regular customers and listen to their troubles, giving them advice, however this particular British gentleman wasn’t a talkative person. ‘’Hey Y/N!’’ one of the regular customers approached to you as you gave him his beer, ‘’Hey Jack.’’ He eyed you up and down, ‘’You got a new tattoo, that’s cool.’’  You said, he was standing next to the British guy, curiosity made him lift his gaze from his plate and he saw it. The sigil of the Queens gang, ‘’Yeah yeah, listen.. are you free tomorrow?’’ you had to roll your eyes, ‘’No.’’ he always asked you out and you always said no, the problem was that most men didn’t take no as an answer. ‘’I have extra shift tomorrow but you are welcomed to come here and drink and leave a tip.’’

Jack wasn’t smiling anymore, he left a 5 dollar tip ‘’See ya around.’’

Tom understood that this Jack guy’s intentions weren’t nice, he didn’t care it wasn’t his business but the tone of his voice irritated him profoundly. No one should talk to a woman like she is an object. He wondered what happened to romance but he found himself lost in his dark thoughts. ‘’Men am I right?’’

Tom blinked twice to pull his mind and attention out of his thoughts –which could be scary for most people in this bar- ‘’Yes. Can I get another?’’ he drank the last sip of his beer and you brought another.

When your laughter died you noticed that the last customer was Tom, other works left because you were closing tonight. Tom looked around and you saw a hint o saddness falling to his ocean deep eyes. ‘’I should close the place for tonight.’’ You said kindly smiling. People often told you that you were easy to talk to and Tom was an example of that, at first he looked like a grumpy middle aged man but talking for an hour and half got him to laugh and smile, you noticed how the edges of his eyes got when he smiled and the pink dust covering his high cheek bones, and at that moment you thought that he should be in a museum because he looked like a Greek God, he had ageless beauty and charisma and you have never seen someone like that before. Tom’s cheeks were burning and he wasn’t used to this new sensation, ‘’I can wait for you to close the place. If you want of course.’’ He offered but the tone of his voice was demanding and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

‘’I will be taking the last bus. Thank you for waiting.’’ You said wearing your coat as you both were walking, ‘’Are sure there is a bus at this hour? It’s pretty late.’’ You didn’t have a car because you were saving money to move to a new apartment, your neighborhood wasn’t a safe environment. A wind blew and messed with your hair and Tom found himself wanting to push your soft looking hair behind your ear and see your face but he pulled himself together quickly, too much beer he thought.

‘’Damn it,’’ you looked at your watch, ‘’I’ve missed it 5 minutes ago. Great.’’

‘’Y/N , I feel responsible so please let me give you a lift home. It’s the least I can do.’’ He might be dangerous man but he would never turn his back and leave her alone like this, you weren’t sure about this. He was a nice man… too nice.. you couldn’t call your roommate Sam to pick you up because he was probably sleeping right now and you felt getting sleepy, it was a long night.

‘’Thank you Tom, you are too kind.’’

Chapter 2

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