Anxiety Attack

Hey, i have this idea in my head where the reader is appointed as Feyd Rautha's right hand (wo)man/bodyguard/assistant? due to the fact that she is a skilled fighter and super smart. Maybe she was a hitman or a bountyhunter and the baron is obviously overprotective of his heir.

So if you're interested you could write about that

A/N; HI! Thank you so much for the request, I enjoyed writing it, I've made the reader bisexual for some reason idk. lol

Warnings; Fighting, blood.

Words; 1.189K

You were on your knees in front of the vicious Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, who rules the House Harkonnen. His populous watching the ceremony, screaming and applauses echoed in the large arena. You have defeated hundred man and women and you deserved to be the Na-Baron, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen’s right hand. Before you path led you to Giedi Prime you were a bountyhunter, hunting people and not caring about the cause just in it for the money and you were caught by the Harkonnen soldier, in order to prove your worth you fought in the arena and earned your place. It was this or death and you weren’t going to die. Not today at least. Ever since Baron made Feyd-Rautha  his heir Feyd was getting more and more important and when his former right hand who was a useless man almost caused Feyd-Rautha his death Baron Vladimir executed that man and announced that he was looking for a new right hand, many applied for the job and died in the arena except you.

You could feel the blood covered sand on your knees, you were covered in your enemies blood, both of your hands holding your knives, you loved to fight with two knives.

Baron Vladimir holding the ancestral sword, floating in the air, ‘’May you serve well.’’ He said and touched the sword on your shoulders and head, ‘’Rise.’’

As you stood up you greeted the crowed, your heart beating so fast due to the adrenalin, your blood running hot lava, crowed cheered you. At the top, where politicians and royal family members seated you saw him, Feyd-Rautha…

You were taking to spa room where a stone hot tub waiting for you to cleanse and refresh. You took of your clothes and jumped in, a slave came to wash your hair and massage your arms and shoulders, she was a pretty one. ‘’You fought well my lady.’’ She was rubbing your thick arms, years of fighting and surviving made your body fit and more muscular than other women here. You turned to face her, she was bald like the others, her eyes green and full lips, ‘’You think so?’’ screaming in the arena made your voice rougher than usual. You watched her blush, she nodded, you eyed her up and down, she had a regular black slave clothing, tight around her body, she seemed innocent and warm. After evry fight you loved to fuck a good cunt so you grabbed her throat and made her kiss you. She was startled at first but gave in, she had to, she was a slave after all.

You heard a rough cough, you turned to see who dared to disturb your moment with this cute slave and it was Feyd-Rautha. ‘’Having fun?’’ he asked jokingly, he made the slave leave, this was the first time you were seeing him in person. ‘’Greetings my Na-Baron.’’ You didn’t care that you were naked, ‘’When you are finished my servants will take you to your quarters and show you around. Later, find me.’’ He said coldly and left.

It had been five years since that meeting and you have kept your place secure. Your job wasn’t easy and you had to be alert at all times and yet you enjoyed the danger. The possibility of an attack aroused you and you found yourself going on hunts with Na-Baron every week in the main forests of the Planet. It was a heavy industrialized planet but the Harkonnens kept the main few forests.

Over the years you became friends, sharing meals together, making plans etc. And the time came to leave Giedi Prime and reclaim Arrakis, Dune. Glossu Rabban He inherited the Harkonnen penchant for sadism and cruelty, but not the cunning. He was best known for his tyrannical and vastly ineffective governance of Arrakis during the Harkonnen fiefdom of the desert planet, as well as during the insurgency of the Fremen led by Paul Muad'Dib. He earned the nickname "Beast" when he killed his father, Abulurd Harkonnen. The Baron planned to let Glossu rule the planet for a time through fear and terror so that when his favored nephew, Feyd-Rautha (Rabban's younger brother) took over, the new ruler would be welcomed as a hero. His horrid treatment of the Fremen on Arrakis prompted a lengthy rebellion that interfered with spice harvesting and production on the planet.

He did a bad job and Feyd was sent to fix it. The travel was easy but the conditions were harsh on the planet. As soon as you arrived Feyd made you find Rabban and bring him to Feyd. You did as you were ordered and he made you hit Rabban’s knee to make him fall flat to the ground, you heard Feyd’s cold voice. ‘’You humiliated our family, you humiliated me. Kiss my foot or die.’’

Rabban kissed Feyd’s foot in front of the soldiers, ‘’We’re even now.’’ Feyd said and moved to the planning room.  On Giedi Prime you and Feyd made plans for Arrakis and it was time for action. ‘’My Na-Baron, Fremens don’t know the change in command, it is best if we attack know the get ahead of them.’’ You shared your plan, Feyd-Rautha looked up from the holograms to face you, ‘’Smart. You heard her!’’ he yelled, ‘’Get ready!’’

You were right, Fremens were ambushed and plenty of slaves were taken from their homes to serve. It was a clear message to the Fremens.

At night when the palace which was built by the Harkonnens 80 years ago was quiet, you couldn’t sleep, your senses were telling you that something was up and you decided to get dressed, dismissed the slave girls and boys from your room and take as troll on the corridors.

You were right again, captured Fremens were rioting and escaped the cell they were in. You ran to Na-Baron’s room and woke him up, told him about the situation. He bolted to his feet and alarmed the soldiers, before he left with you he held your hand, after years this was the first time of physical connection, ‘’What would I do before you?!’’ it wasn’t a question, it was his way of appreciating your efforts in these five years. You nodded and walked next to him, you and him were inseparable.  

The dark corridors were packed with Fremen soldiers and they knew how to fight. You and Feyd were kicking and pushing who were on your way, slashing with your knives, you could hear him laugh, you two were a good team and tonight was the show of it.

Harkonnen soldiers were brutal, they didn’t care who they killed, servants were slaughtered as well. When the fighting was done the Arrakis’s sun was rising for a new day, you were panting and covered in gore and blood same as Fyed-Rautha. He was watching you, observing how you fight and relax… he was impressed. He closed the space between the two of you and whispered in your ear, ‘’Come to my room.’’ It was an order. You could see his pupils dilated, adrenalin running in his and your veins, you followed behind.

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Personal Attack!

I'm just a horny bitch with unrealistic needs of being f'cked by fictional characters.

And I know you are too.

May i make a Hannibal x reader request where the reader washes Hannibal’s hair and styling it the way he likes it for him after he’s been badly injured and can’t do it himself @iamcavainna

A/N; Sorry for the wait, I was on a vacation. Sorry for any typos. Love you all. xxx

When Hannibal Lecter opened himself to you vaguely, you had 2 choices, either ran away from him for the rest of your life or be on his side. You wanted to see where this could take you, it had been 5 years ever since. In those years you adopted a cat, (even though he claimed that he would never help you take care of it, over the months he grew attached to your cat, just like any other cat dad) you travelled with him through Europe. At first you were on egg shells around him because you had no idea what was he capable of. Thankfully he reassured you all the time that he won’t do anything to harm you. He didn’t want to admit it but the bond between you and him was deeper on his side. He loved your aura, energy. You didn’t know much about him completely but you knew that people who are rude to him disappear without a trace, soon you figured out the pattern. This was a topic which you never discussed. It didn’t bother you that he knew more about you than you know about him because it was his way of taking care of you. When you have the cold he makes you your  favorite soup, when it’s your birthday he gets you the perfect gift one could ask for. On the other hand Hannibal Lecter was hard to crack but after 5 years he was letting you in, and tonight was the evidence of that.

You were in Italy, Portofino. The villa he rented was at the top of the hill, so the entire city felt like under your feet like a red carpet, he knew how to treat you like the Queen you are. The view took your breath away each time, your sun kissed skin felt warm and smelled like salt due to swimming all day. Hannibal left you alone today, he said he had to take care of something, you didn’t ask. Now that it was getting late you started to worry, you called him several times but he didn’t pick up. Boney fingers of worry clutched your stomach, your mind started to wander at dark places. You placed the book you were reading aside, the marble floors of the balcony felt chilly under your bare feet. As you went down the marble stairs the door of your villa was opened by none other than Hannibal Lecter.

He was limping, you could see the shimmer of scarlet on his golden wedding ring, shining under the yellow lights. You two decided to wear rings so that people wouldn’t be suspicious. You sometimes forget to wear it, leave it on the kitchen counter by the sink but Hannibal, for the last 4 years, you have never seen him without the ring. Deep down you knew he liked to play your husband. Since it was summer he had a white shirt with buttons, and light brown shorts. You thought he didn’t notice you because you hid yourself in the shadows, he threw his keys into the bowl next to the hanger, shut the door rather harshly, the reason why he was limping because he had a long and slim cut behind his knee, he leaned his back on the wooden door, closed his maroon eyes and exhaled deeply. ‘’This is the first time you see me like this, my dearest. I do apologies.’’

As you approached you could see the small drops on his shirt, and his face. ‘’Please, do not be scared.’’

You could see he needed your help, this was a first. You let him lean on you, together you went to the large bathroom in your shared bedroom.

You filled the tub, put bath bomb, and lit some candles. You knew he liked your candle collection. As you undressed him you noticed the bruises on his bronze chest,  in that silence you shared a deeper level of understanding. You helped him to the tub, Hannibal sighed in relief, it had been a long day.

You didn’t want to invade his personal space but desperately wanted to wash his thick hair, you wanted to be bold so you poured some shampoo into your palm and just started to wash and massage his scalp. Hannibal threw his head back and moaned, this must be the first time you’ve seen him this relaxed and care free. When you were done you lifted yourself to leave, wanted to give him some space but he grabbed your hand, tightly, ‘’Don’t go.’’ Now his maroon eyes landed on yours, asking for more.  He wanted you by his side all the time, but Hannibal being Hannibal, he could never say it out loud and open.

You helped him out of the tub, and gave him a white towel, he stood in front of the mirror, water dripping from his deliciously looking body and the towel hanged around his hips loosely. You decided to dry his hair and brush it, he didn’t stop you nor said anything. In fact, he was surprised how bold you are in your actions today. ‘’Thank you love, just the way I like it.’’ He said looking at his hair on the mirror. He turned to face you, ‘’You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.’’

Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

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

Warnings: None.

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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 7

The next day Hannibal decided to visit his therapist friend. Her name was Bedelia Du Maurier, she was a blonde woman with slim body and calm voice. Her blue eyes always saw through her patients except Hannibal. She had to retire at an early age because a patient attacked her and she decided it was time for her to say goodbye to her job. They were sitting across from each other, ''It always goes better if I'm honest with you.'' she said observing him, ''I'm honest to you Bedelia.'' 

''No, not perfectly.'' her eyes were trying to catch something on Hannibal, ''As honest as anyone.'' he said looking at his watch for a second, ''Not really. You are wearing a well tailored person's suit, or maybe it is a human veil. It must be lonely.'' weary look was upon her face. ''I have friends and I added two more. I'm not that lonely.'' The house was silent, ''You mean Abigail and Y/N. I've heard Y/N performed at a museum. How was it?'' with her question something sparkled in his eyes an died in the exact moment. ''Her voice is divine, she will be singing in my dinner parties, you should come.'' Bedelia noticed the way his voice changed, ''Do you like her?'' 

''Of course, she is my friend.'' his reply was quick. ''You know what I mean Hannibal.'' She said shifting in her seat, ''What you mean takes time, I have to trust her first.'' she decided to stood up, ''But she is the right candidate, I can see that you fancy her. I want to see where this goes, wine?''  she started to walk to her big kitchen, ''Something pink would do just fine.''

   Early in the morning Y/N went to see Abigail, she told her about last night and how amazing it was. ''Was Hannibal there too?'' young girl asked, ''Yes, he liked my performance and asked if I could sing in his parties. I hope you'll get to see one day.''she was brushing Abigail's long brown hair, it was wet because she took a shower before Y/N came. ''I was in a group therapy and it was helpful, my doctor and Alana says I might leave in 6 months.'' She said while playing with the candy Y/N brought. ''6 months, not long and not short. I want you to stay with me when you get out of here, I will take care of everything.'' her phone rang, ''It's Hannibal, I'll be quick.'' she left her room. ''Hello Hannibal?'' He could hear the nurses on the hall, ''Are you at the facility?'' he knew the answer but asked anyway. ''Yes, I wanted to see Abigail.''

''I'm throwing a dinner party tonight and wanted to invite you. Your presence would brighten my mood. What do you say?'' Hannibal was at his office, he was holding a pencile because he was drawing Y/N on the white paper. Last night was something he didn't want to forget so he was drawing her in her baby pink dress. ''Tonight when?'' ''Guests will arrive at 8.30  but you can come earlier.'' He could hear her breathe, ''Alright, see you later.'' Such an innocent voice, he couldn't wait to hear her sing again so he decided to threw a dinner party but Y/N didn't have to know this detail. Y/N knew his party could be fancy so she tried to choose something classy. Last year she bought an emerald green dress, it was mermaid shaped with a long tail, it was shining under the light because of it's paillettes. She had black stilettos. Her dress was showing a little cleavage, she had a white pearl necklace.

(This is the dress)

When she was ready she left her home and it was exactly 8.00 pm when she arrived at his house. A tall servant  opened the door, ''Dr. Lecter is in the kitchen Madam. May I take your coat?'' he had a French accent, ''Thank you.'' she walked to the kitchen. Hannibal and 3 chefs were very busy but with the scent of her entering the room Hannibal looked up to see her. ''Beautiful...'' was his first thought, ''You came.'' for some reason he sounded surprised, ''Said I would. I will escort myself to the living room.'' she didn't want to disturb them so she left. She was having a long conversaiton with the tall servant when guests started to arrive. Y/N felt intimidated at first because it was strange to be in the same room with these rich people. A gentleman approached to her while Hannibal was taking care of the dining room. ''I was at the museum last night, Daniel Salvatore.'' They shook hands, ''Y/N Hobbs, I hope you enjoyed it.'' his green eyes landed on hers, ''Yes, it was spectacular, such a talented woman.'' Y/N's cheeks got pink, he had circular shaped glasses, looked like a professor. ''I would love to hear your voice again.'' He said looking at her up and down, ''You’ll be hearing it soon.'' she kindly smiled and saw Dr. Alana Bloom talking to a group of people, ''Excuse me Mr. Salvatore.'' she went to talk to Alana. Hannibal didn't have time to talk to Y/N or tell her how ravishing she looked in that dress, ''Maybe after the party.'' he loved her choice, it looked perfect on her, he almost made a mistake while thinking of her, almost. He remembered his conversation with Bedelia, ''Do I really fancy her? Or she is a tool for me to use?'' he came to inform his guests and they walked to the dining room. He watched them taking their places, when they sat down they all applaused because the dishes looked tasty and aesthetically pleasing. ''Before we begin you must all be warned, nothing here is vegetarian. Bon Appetit!''

''I see you brought the opera singer Hannibal.'' Old lady from last night said, ''I kindly asked her to join us and performe after the dinner.'' Guests applaused again, Y/N smiled at them kindly. ''Can't wait!'' Old lady said. Alana was happy becaus she got a chance to her Y/N sing, ''Did you visit Abigail today?'' she asked, they were sitting across and others were having seperate conversations. ''Yes, she looks fine. I'm happy that she might be leaving after 6 months.'' Alana loved the way Y/N was taking care of Abigail. Hannibal was talking to his guests but his eyes usually were on Y/N, she was enjoying the dinner and it made him satisfied to see it. She was glowing in emerald radiance. After the dinner they walked to the living room, servants were bringing wine and chamgane. Hannibal got a glass and made a thin sound with a knife, ''I present you Y/N Hobbs!'' guests applaused loudly, some were standing and some took places on the couch and chairs. Y/N started to sing Hildegard von Bingen's O Euchari in Leta Via.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctx5fo-8DTI

Before she began she was nervous but now the latin words were leaving her mouth like honey, sweet and fluid. Hannibal was standig with a glass in one hand, he felt the same feeling again, his heart felt heavy and his stomach twisted. ''She is choosing the songs I like. Is this coincidence?'' He liked the way she sang, there was boldness to it, they locked eyes for a second. There was a pleasantly warm connection between them. When she was done singing a wave of applause was heard, a chill went through her. ''Thank you!''

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Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

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

Warnings: None.

TAG LIST IS OPEN!!!!!

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.

Thank you for the likes, and comments. 

Chapter 4

   The next day, Abigail and Y/N were sleeping in the same bed, yesterday her little sister had nightmares and asked Y/N to sleep next to her like in the old days. When the door opened slowly Y/N was starting to wake up. She rubbed her tired eyes, and saw Dr. Hannibal Lecter standing at the center of the room. ''Good morning Miss Hobbs.'' He said silently because Abigail was still sleeping. Y/N noticed the 2 coffee cups he was holding. ''Morning doctor. I hope one of those is for me.'' Y/N's hands went to her wild hair, Hannibal was observing her Y/H/C hair. It looked like silk, ''Here you go.'' he gave the cup to her. ''Thank you.'' ''Can we talk privately, I wouldn't want to wake her up.'' Y/N nodded, she got up to wash her face, took her black cardigan and they left the room. They walked to the gardening section like they did yesterday. ''I assume she wanted you to sleep next to her.'' Hannibal broke the silence, they sat on the wooden bench. ''Yes, she had a nightmare. When we were little she sometimes came into my room to sleep in my bed, it's a comforting thing for her.''  Y/N drank her warm coffee, ''Hmm,'' she closed her eyes for a second and Hannibal watched her reaction. ''It's really good. Where did you get it from?'' she kept drinking, ''I made it myself. I'm glad you enjoyed it.'' 

''Why are you here this early?'' she directly asked which made Hannibal look at her, Y/N was a girl who asked whatever was in her mind. ''I wanted to see how is Abigail, and you of course.'' Y/N rolled her Y/E/C eyes. ''Like I said yesterday, I don't need your protection. I can take care of myself.'' Hannibal didn't like the way she usually roll her eyes but he had to endure, ''I bet you were daddy's little girl.'' it crossed his mind. ''I'm also here to tell you that Jack Crawford wants us to go to your family house. He wants Abigail to see if the FBI missed something.'' Y/N didn't like what she heard, ''He can't make her do that!'' she practically yelled, ''I know how you feel Miss Hobbs-'' Y/N cut his speech, ''Don't analyse me Dr. Lecter, you wouldn't lik me when I'm analyzed.'' Hannibal noticed that she could be very protective of Abigail, her cheeks were getting red due to anger, he found Y/N's sweet spot, it was Abigail, a smile flickered across his plump lips. ''I would apologies for my analitical ambush, but I know I'll soon will be apologising again and you'll tire eventually, so I have to consider using apologies frugally.'' He drank his coffee while looking at her, ''It's okay, I'm sorry. When we have to leave?''

''As soons as Abigail wakes up, FBI will accommodate a hotel for us there.'' Y/N stood up, ''I should check on her.'' her hands were in her pockets, ''I will be waiting.'' Hannibal said throwing the empty cup into trash. ''By the way, you can call me Y/N.'' Hannibal gave a small smile, ''Please, call me Hannibal.'' Y/N smiled back and left.

Hobbs Residence, Bloomington, Minnesota

They all got out of the cars, by they there were Hannibal, Will, Alana, Abigail and Y/N. They all saw what was written on the walls of the house, ''Cannibals'' Y/N took a deep breath and followed them. There was blood stain on the entrance, ''Is that where mom died?'' she asked to Abigail, ''I think so.''  all of them walked inside except Y/N and Hannibal, he noticed that she couldn't stop staring at the blood stain, he touched her waist gently to guied her inside. ''If you two ever wanna go you just say it.'' Alana said to Y/N and Abigail. Y/N saw the pictures on the fridge, ''Who turned the pictures around?''  ''Crime scene cleaners.'' Alana replied. Abigail was looking at the kitchen floor where she almost died few days ago. ''I want to go to my room, excuse me.'' Y/N announced and left them, she heard footsteps behind her but didn't care, it was Hannibal. She walked into her room, everything looked normal to her, ''Why are you following me?'' she asked curiously, sitting on her bed. Hannibal noticed that her scent was in her room, it was like a signature, something special which only Y/N had and Hannibal witnessed. His nose caught even the slightest smells. ''Jack wants us to go over evidence and objects and I wanted to ask you if you were okay to be here? Like Alana said, give the word and I will take you outside.'' Her back was turned to him, she was facing the window. ''I'm okay, thank you for checking. You should be downstairs, I'll come shortly.'' Hannibal knew she wasn't okay but he did not want to pusher her, so he left quietly. 

''Somebody told him we were coming.'' Y/N heard Will say while she was entering to the living room, ''The man on the phone?'' Abigail asked. Y/N saw them looking through brown boxes, ''It's was a blocked call, did you recognize his voice?'' Will asked daring to hope. ''I've never heard him before.'' She shortly replied. Y/N helped them with the search, ''Can you catch somebody's crazy?'' Abigail asked, ''Folie a deux.'' Alana replied, Y/N heard that one before and she spoke, ''Madness shared by two.'' she was looking at Alana so that's why she couldn't see Hannibal's eyes shine for a second, ''She is smart.'' Alana explained what it meant. ''Are we gonna reenact the crime? You be my dad,'' she looked at Will, ''You be my mom,'' and then Alana, ''You be the man on the phone.'' she finished looking at Hannibal. Y/N felt this strange tension between them, it was like Abigail knew something she shouldn't. ''Stop with the searching.'' Y/N draw the attention, ''You aren't going to find anything about those girls. He would honour every part of them. That's what he used to say when we went to hunt.'' Later Abigail wanted to go out to the back yard to get some fresh air, Y/N decided to stay. Y/N heard Marissa talking to Abigail -Marissa was Abigail's close friend- she wanted to say say hi but Marissa's crazy mother came and took her. And she saw a man talking to Abigail but Hannibal and Will sent him away. ''Who is he?'' 

Tomorrow morning they went to their father's cabin. ''Dad was a perfectionist, he cleaned everything.'' Y/N said when she saw inside of the cabin, there wasn't a single blood drop. ''He was feeding them to us, wasn't he?'' Abigail asked, her question shocked Y/N. ''It's very likely.'' Hannibal replied looking at Y/N with his deep brown eyes, Y/N noticed how his faced look like a mask, so bloodless that it might have been sculpted from snow.  She held her mouth, ''Oh no!'' '''Before he cut my throat he told me he killed those girls so he wouldn't have to kill me and Y/N. If he killed me none of those girls would be dead.'' Abigail said, Y/N went to hug her sister, ''It's not your fault honey-'' she way trying to comfort her but a drip of blood appeared on her forehead. Y/N had a handkerchief and cleaned it, they climbed the wooden stairs and they found Marissa's dead body. Poor girl was hanging on the wall, stuck to the deer antlers. Y/N took Abigail outside, she was holding Y/N's hand thightly. She was in shock, couldn't speak,Y/N was talking to her calmly but Abigail felt like she was deaf. The FBI came shortly to search the srime scene. Jack Crawford didn't look happy, Dr. Bloom came to check Y/N and Abigail. Hannibal and Jack came out of the cabin Y/N was close to them so she could hear Hannibal, ''Abigail and Y/N aren't killers, but they might be the target of one.'' she heard him say. ''Who wants to kill us?'' 

It was getting crowded because journalists heard the fresh news, Hannibal, Abigail, Y/N and Alana were sent to Hobbs residence so that the girls could take their belongings. ''Look, take your stuff and I will take mine. I'll meet you in the livingroom in 15 minutes.'' Y/N said to Abigail and climbed the stairs. Hannibal and Alana didn't want to disturb the girls, so they gave them some space. Y/N tried only taking what was important but found herself lost in memories, every object reminded her of her family, past and present. She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear her door closing and she definitely didn't hear the sound of the lock. When she was done packing she stood up and walked to her door, ''I don't remember closing the door.'' she couldn't open it, ''I certainly don't remember locking it.'' she tried hard to open it, ''Help! I'm locked!'' she yelled and kicked.

Hannibal had to lock Y/N's door and knock Dr. Alana Bloom unconcious to help Abigail, she came to him with bloody hands, Nicholas Boyle's body was on the living room's floor, ''Where is my sister?'' Abigail asked, ''I locked her so that I can help you. I will hide the body, go wash your hands.'' Abigail did what she was told, hiding a body was easy to Hannibal, ever since he met Abigail and Y/N he had this urge to protect them, keep them safe. ''A great risk for my career and my life but I will help you.'' Hannibal said calmly and Abigail finally agreed to hide the body. After some time Hannibal came to free Y/N ''Hannibal? What happened? I was locked.'' 

''One of the brothers of those girls Garrett Jacob Hobbs killed came to attack Abigail. He hit Alana's head and she blacked out. I assume he locked you so that he can keep you out of is plan. Abigail is fine now and Alana is taken care of.'' Y/N was relieved and she did something which shocked her. She hugged him, at first his hands were in the air and then he hugged her back, petted her soft hair. ''Thank you.'' Her voice was shaky, ''It's over now, let's go to the hotel.'' Hannibal said with a small smile.

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Love Thy Enemy

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.

A/N: Hello little doves! We're coming closer to the finish line with this fic. Maybe 2 chapters left, so enjoy! Don't worry I have other ideas about our Na-Baron ;) (Tag List is open! Let me know if i forgot to tag you or if you changed your handle, cus i can’t find some of ya’ll sometimes 🥲)

Warnings: Smut continous!

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Chapter Fourteen

 He knew his size so he tried his best but the animal inside of him was clawing to take over, to give in to his instincts. He tried to focus on her, on her face, on her body, on the way she felt around him, he tried to keep his movements measured, even as the need for more grew stronger with each moment. It was a battle of wills, a struggle against himself and he tried to stay the course. As she had gotten used to the rhythm she knew the look on his face, he was controlling himself, she knew that he wanted to be rough, ‘’Feyd,’’ she moaned, ‘’Faster..’’ his eyes darkened with the last sentence, his body responding instantly. Hearing her say ‘’Faster.’’ Sent a spark through him, and the wild animal inside of him started to break free. She was challenging him, making him lose control,  and the animal inside him wanted to rise to the challenge. Feyd felt her trust in him, and that only made him want her more and he started to pick up the pace, his body moving with a new intensity. She moaned in pleasure and shock, she was once again reminded of how strong he was, her hands went to his muscular chest, her tits bouncing with the fast rhythm, Feyd grabbed her wrists tightly with one hand and pinned them above her head, he wanted to take her, dominate her, ‘’I trust you..’’ she managed to say, she wanted to see him lose control. Something in him snapped, his control slipped, broken by the trust Y/N put in him. The animal within him took over completely, no longer held back by anything. He pulled out for a moment, flipping her around her stomach, and pushed her into the bed, he pinned her arms behind her back with one hand. She obliged, had no other choice. Feyd leaned down and growled into her ear, ‘’I’m going to show you what it means to belong to me.’’ And then he pushed in her, filling her with one harsh push. Feyd’s need for her consuming him, he was slamming into her relentlessly, ‘’My little dove..’’  only thing he cared about was getting as deep as he could. The animal side of him was in total control, and he was driven by nothing but the primal need to possess his wife, to make her his own. His words are harsh, breathless, and desperate. ‘’You’re mine, all mine. Don’t fight back, just take it like a good little wife you are.’’

He spanked her ass with his free hand, his hand coming down with a  loud slap. He was in complete control, fueled solely by the primal need to dominate her. ‘’You’re going to take what I give you my little wife.’’  Their skin slapped with each movement, their moans and whimpers filling the air, he could feel she was close again, he kept spanking her, he was adoring the way she let him do this.

Feyd was close, watching her ass jiggle, the sound of their skin collapsing was too much and, his free hand stopped slapping her ass cheek and found its way on her clit, he wanted her to come with him, ‘’Give me another one sweet wife.’’ He was towering her, his lips on her ear and he bit her earlobe,

‘’How did it feel to watch me fight today?’’ he asked with his raspy voice and she was whimpering under him, her body started to shake like it did before, ‘’That’s it!’’ he encouraged his wife, ‘’Come for me little dove.’’ His hand rubbing her clit and his monster cock in her drove her mad and she felt her release like the waves crushing to the shore, she was gushing and also felt Feyd release himself in her core. They were a hot mess, sheets were soaked underneath them.

Even though it was their second time having sex in this 2 month old marriage it was as if their bodies and souls had met years ago. For once Feyd-Rautha appreciated the Bene Gesserit for matchmaking, although he had his eyes on her since their childhood the witches of Bene Gesserit were onto something. He needed no one but her.. and their child.

Feyd got up and carefully lifted her numb body, carried his wife to the bathroom, there was a grey marble tub, big enough for both of them and he filled it with warm water and then placed her inside. He poured the oils he liked on her skin and hair, rose and lavender. Those had never grown in Giedi Prime but whenever Y/N visited the planet she smelled like those scents so as a child and in his teenage years he looked forward to her visits, just to be in her presence… she had no idea how he had waited and yearned for her.

Later he got into the tub, her back was on his chest so he started to brush her wonderful hair, he always wanted to do that, ‘’I have always admired your hair.’’ He found himself admitting, the almighty Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was nothing but a soft man with her, ‘’Really?’’ she asked curious, she figured it out before when he kept looking at her hair or smelling her head. ‘’I like the way it bounces and captures the perfumes and oils you wear.’’ His large hands were so soothing, massaging her scalp, ‘’Hmm..’’ she hummed in pure bliss, Feyd’s hand went to her stomach, he still couldn’t believe she was carrying their first child. He was going to be a father. He remembered his own father, Abulurd Rabban, Baron’s step-brother. He didn’t realize he huffed in discomfort, ‘’What’s wrong?’’ she asked turning her head, she saw him on her peripheral vision, he seemed… sad.

‘’I just remembered my father.’’

She felt a stone drop in her stomach, she remembered the book she had found back in Giedi Prime’s dark fortress,

Emmie Rabban’s cause of death: Matricide

Abulurd Rabban’s cause of death: Patricide

‘’What do you remember about him?’’ she asked carefully, Feyd’s hand still on her stomach, rubbing gently, ‘’I was taken to my uncle when I was an infant so I only know the stories of him.’’ He began and Y/N let him speak, ‘’He became the Count of Lankiveil, there he fell in love with my mother…’’ he paused which caught her attention, her heart started to beat faster, was her fate going to be the same as his mother?‘’Emmi Rabban, was her name. She was from House Rabban, a minor House. After the marriage my father renounced the Harkonnen name and took up my mother’s family name.’’ To her core she felt the love they had for each other, no man in their right mind would take his wife’s House name. He must have been madly in love to lose his powerful and prestigious name. ‘’Maybe I can make you an Atreides.’’ She joked to lighten the mood and Feyd chuckled deeply, ‘’What happened to your father?’’ she asked as if she didn’t know that he was patricide. ‘’Baron ordered Glossu to kill him.’’ He said, his voice flat, ‘’I am so sorry Feyd.’’ She whispered and fully turned to him, splashing water to the ground but she didn’t care, she sat on his lap, it made sense because Glossu Rabban was much older than him but Emmi Rabban had died years later. Could it be him? Y/N also realized that Feyd started to address his uncle and brother as Baron and Glossu Rabban, her Bene Gesserit instincts were telling her that he was starting to drop the blood bind that he shared with them. Y/N’s hand went to his pale face, the back of her fingers brushed his cheek, he seemed a man tortured, she didn’t want to imagine what kind of manipulative lessons he got from Baron, what kind of sick and twisted teachings he had to go under, ‘’Feyd?’’ she whispered softly, ‘’Hmm?’’ he was leaning to her touch, ‘’What happened to your mother?’’ she asked directly, Feyd froze for a second, in his deep ocean eyes she could see the hesitation. She was about to find out. ‘’I used to see her, as much as Baron let me see her.’’ He began, Y/N held her breath. ‘’As I reached my teenage years I started to sneak into her planet, more often than the Baron wished. He was afraid that I might run away and live with her. Gods knew I did,’’ he exhaled, ‘’I wanted to live with her so bad and he knew.’’ She could hear the agony in his raspy voice, his child like image came to her mind, wanting to be with his only living parent. It broke her heart. Y/N kept her silence so that he would explain further, the scent of lavender and rose made them more relaxed and loose, it was a rare moment to see him like this.

‘’One day, I was visiting her again, apparently Baron’s spies were everywhere, that they I learned it in a harsh way.’’ Y/N held her breath, ‘’I was getting ready to leave, she kissed my cheek and held my face in her warm palms until her nose started to bleed, her palms got colder quickly, and she fell to the floor,’’ Feyd’s eyes were looking away from her, focused on a spot in the grand bathchamber, ‘’Baron had made my personal chef put a certain substance in my food that anyone touched me in 12 hours they would get poisoned, it was a type where it didn’t have any effect on the consumer. I could do nothing to stop it.’’

Y/N’s Bene Gesserit senses were telling her that he was off the hook, he was the one who caused it but he was unaware of it. Her human side was aching in agony, this poor boy must have felt that he was the reason and blamed himself for years and years. She held his face in her palms, like his mother did. ‘’It wasn’t your fault.’’ She said softly, ‘’I am aware of that-‘’

‘’It wasn’t your fault Feyd.’’ She meant it, every word and with that Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, the fearsome Na-Baron of Giedi Prime, the Whip of Arrakis (that’s what the Fremen addressed him as) started to shake violently, as if the years of pain and self blame surfaced and his buried his face in his wife’s neck, pulling her harshly and tears left his ocean blue eyes.

All she could do was to be there and hug him, their naked bodies clung to each other, they became one, their souls pouring to each other’s hearts. In that moment she swore to herself that it was just her and him, and their little baby.. in her mind’s eye she saw a vision, Feyd was holding a baby in his arms and Y/N was holding the other… in that moment her Bene Gesserit trainings told her that she was carrying twins and she decided on the babies gender, a boy and a girl and she was going to suggest to name them as Emmi and Abulurd to honor her husband’s parents and pay a homage to them. They died but their names shall live in their grandchildren.

The very next morning Feyd woke up early, in fact he didn’t get much sleep, his dark and twisted mind was alert, making plans to save his wife and child, little did he know that there was an extra one. He remembered the conversation he had with his wife’s father, Duke Leto Atreides on the wedding day,

‘’Duke Leto,’’ he called for him, ‘’May we speak in private?’’ it was before the arena.

‘’Yes, we may.’’ And Feyd took him to his study. ‘’Do not have any fear for your daughter’s future for I am her provider and protector starting today. She will be taken care of the way she wishes. Not a strand of her hair will be harmed. You have my word.’’ And he bowed respectfully.

Leto looked at him different than the day his daughter was taken. Today he was going to be his son-in-law, the father of his future grandchildren, ‘’If you need anything,’’ Leto began, ‘’I will be there for you, son.’’ And he hugged Feyd. Feyd wasn’t used to getting hugs or sentimental things from his family members so he was startled at first but he hugged Leto back.

He slowly left the bed, got dressed in black, as usual and he marched to his study room, there he sat and got his personal device to send a voice memo, he hesitated before he pressed the button to record his voice but then he exhaled and pressed the button, the device turned green it was recording.

‘’Greetings Duke Leto Atreides, This is an urgent message, my wife has fled Giedi Prime and came to Arrakis. Due to this action my uncle demands her head,’’ he paused, the gravity of the situation hitting him all at once, ‘’I have promised you that I will keep her safe, and you said if I needed anything you would be there..’’ he had a warm feeling in his chest when he remembered how serious and willing Duke Leto was in that moment and he continued recording his voice, ‘’ I am going to take over Giedi Prime and become it’s rightful Baron. I need your, House Atreides’ support and I need it very soon. Your daughter needs your support… I need your support. Please help us.’’

Asking for help wasn’t something he used to, all his life he never asked for something because his slaves where there for his every need and desires, it wasn’t an easy message to record.

Feyd stopped the record and immediately sent it to Caladan.

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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.’’

Thanksgiving Dinner

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

Short drabble for my Hannibal fans <3

Sorry for any typos. Love u all!

Hannibal x Shy Reader

Warnings; Little flirting ;)) 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fire on Ice

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

Genre; Romance, mob, gangs, slow-burn,

Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Words; 2.327K

Warnings; None.

A/N; Sorry for any typos and I’m sorry for the delay but I was on a vacation and I got my first Covid shot, my arm hurts uwu. Enjoy, I hope you guys like it. Text me if I forgot to tag you luv. 

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Chapter Nine

All the air left your lungs, he was your dad who was suppose to be dead. ‘’Dad?’’ you asked not believing. He opened his arms with a sad smile, it was welcoming but you weren’t able to walk towards him, something kept you at your place. His arms fell to his sides, ‘’I suppose you’re right.’’ He said silently, ‘’Why am I here?’’ you managed to ask, head high. ‘’You should rest first, we can talk tomorrow.’’

‘’I demand answers!’’ your voice was icy cold yet a rage was lying underneath. ‘’Help her to her room.’’ Your father said to a man who was standing at the corner of the large room, he walked towards you, he was tall and looked scary, you were tired, all the adrenalin left your body and you were shaking, ‘’We will talk tomorrow.’’ He reassured you with a tight smile, before you decided to follow this man you gave your father a look, wished he knew what you felt and then you left.  

As soon as you were left alone in your new room you locked the door and found your phone, Tom left you missed calls and text messages. You didn’t know what to do, your heart told you to call him and ask him to pick you up but on the other hand you found your dad, alive and wanting to explain everything to you. You had to wait at least for tomorrow, you had to learn everything before you could make a decision about Tom. Leaving him at the parking lot was a cold thing to do, you sat on the queen sized bed holding your phone and it started ringing, it was Tom. You declined the call –wishing you didn’t have to- and turned off your phone. He had to wait and so did you.

The Next Morning

It was early when a woman knocked on your door, she was working here in the house –you guessed- ‘’Breakfast is ready ma’am. Your father expects you to eat with him.’’ You kindly smiled and left the queen sized bed, turned on your phone and sighed deeply, Tom didn’t stop calling you and texting you all night. You left your phone under your pillow.

Your room had a bathroom, everything was shiny and perfect, you couldn’t help but be in awe, at least your dad was rich but you wondered where the money comes from, everything was perfect… too perfect. After taking a quick shower and finding nice clothes you went out, your father was at the back yard of this huge house, reading a newspaper and drinking his coffee, when he saw you walk in he put down the paper and smiled, ‘’Morning honey.’’

‘’And just like that we’re suppose to be cool?’’ you gazed upon the table with four chairs, you didn’t know if he ate like this every day because the table looked like a 5 star hotel’s buffet. ‘’Please, sit.’’ Your father ignored your sarcastic remark, you were hungry and you thought that the food probably not poisoned so you sat, far away from him. ‘’Prove me that you are my dad.’’ You still had doubts, he took a sip from his coffee and pulled out some pictures of him and your mother and the pictures of you when you were a baby. He told you the love story of your mother and him and when it came to him disappearing he stopped, ‘’Oh no, I’m loving the drama dad, keep going.’’ If looks could kill his head would be blown up right now.

‘’I had to leave you two because… if we’re going to talk about this you should know that I had to leave because of your boyfriend’s father. Out of all people in this city you had to be with him Y/N! He is dangerous and should be eliminated.’’ You could see the anger rising in his eyes, ‘’I cannot believe you sent your men or whatever to follow me!’’ you raised your voice, ‘’What do you want from me and my boyfriend?!’’

‘’Y/N, I,’’ he was struggling to express himself, you thought that maybe all his life he never had to express his actions to anyone, not even your mother. ‘’I had to kill his father.’’

You felt like a bucket of ice cold water was poured to your body, your mouth a gap, eyes focused on him.  He averted his gaze, ‘’I killed my best friend. There isn’t a day goes by without me thinking about that cursed moment. Ad now, his son wants revenge, as he should. I’m afraid that he might do something to you when he learns that I killed his father. He doesn’t know it yet.’’

This man just came into your life –rather you were dragged into his- and dropped a bomb at your feet, on top of that you were dating a man whose father was murdered by your biological father. It was too much to handle, ‘’You demanded answers and you received them. Do you really think he came into your life because of fate? You are my daughter you must be clever. He must have learned our connection and came after you.’’

Your body felt numb, there was a buzzing sound in your head, ‘’H- how?’’ you managed to whisper, ‘’He does illegal business like me and he has his men who can find him anything he wants. Now, finish your breakfast, we’re leaving this country.’’ A bomb after another bomb, you had to play smart and get out of here to learn the truth but how? You had no idea of what Tom is capable of when he learns the truth, what if he takes you as a hostage? What if he kills you to send a message to your father? Blood for blood right? Even though these seemed unlikely there must be at least 5% chance that he might go mad and do something harmful, something that cannot be undone. ‘’Where?’’

‘’I’m thinking Europe. What do you say? If you want to visit a country then we can go there.’’ He was talking as if this was a mundane conversation that you two have every day. ‘’I can’t drop everything and flee. I still don’t trust you, I have my job and my friends-‘’ he cut you off with a stern voice, ‘’You work at a bar and your only friend is your roommate. I should have taken you in years ago, no daughter of mine should live in conditions like that.’’ His slender neck was tense, cutting a bacon with a swift motion of his long fingers, he looked like he despised your life. ‘’It’s my life, I get to choose how to live it.’’ It seemed as if he couldn’t hear you, ‘’Your bags are packed last night.’’

The woman who came into your room earlier also came to the back yard with your phone, ‘’That’s my phone!’’

She gave it to your father, ‘’What are you doing?!’’

Your father looked at the screen, ‘’Poor lad,’’ he probably saw the messages and missed calls, ‘’we will be leaving shortly. Finish your breakfast.’’

Your father stood up to leave you alone,

‘’London!’’ you blurted out, he stopped and turned to face you, ‘’I have always wanted to visit London.’’ If he could make plans so could you.

‘’Perfect.’’ He said with a wide smile, ‘’We’re going to London.’’ Not knowing your true intentions.

Tom Hiddleston was a mess, he couldn’t sleep all night and now he was on the floor of his office, his face in his hands. At first he saw you as a job, something to accomplish to find the truth so he thought it would be easy but now that you are gone and he can’t even hear your sweet voice… The maddening silence was enough. He bolted to his feet, when he saw his reflection on the shiny table he cursed at himself, he thought you were just being close friends and now that he realized he is in love with you he promised to find you. He never liked defeat and giving up so his next mission was to call his friend Benedict and tell him what happened, Benedict was good at finding things, including people.

When you arrived at London you were greeted by a grey atmosphere and wind, it was a cold day. You remembered your conversations with Tom, he always talked about London, his home land, as if it’s a paradise but without him this place felt like a cold dungeon. You could only watch what was happening, your father has a private plane, you were served food and drinks in the plane, later you landed and a group of his workers came to pick you up. From what you heard your father bought a house. No I’m sorry mansion for both of you. His illegal job made him a ruthless rich man and the way he treated people was as if they’re just here to serve him, like their entire existence depends on it.

Your father still had your phone so you were trying to remember Tom’s phone number. You never thought remembering few numbers could be this hard and it felt like your life depending on it because honestly your father was a dangerous man and Tom showed you nothing but kindness over the months you were with him. You trusted Tom more than you trusted your biological father and it says a lot.

The mansion your father bought had 6 bedrooms and 8 bathrooms, indoor swimming pool, spa and entertainments room. This was bigger than Tom’s penthouse, bigger than any house you have ever seen. The outside walls were pure white, it had a huge garden with chairs and a barbecue place. You were so tired from the journey that you only observed the house but made no comment, you were in awe,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=errT-_IvDVg (this is the house)

your bedroom was upstairs, a man brought your bags to your room and left, and then silence. You never thought silence can be so deafening, the windows opened to a balcony, you could see the vast forest’s green. You couldn’t help but fall in love with this place –even though you were here by force- after experiencing the toxic city life in New York this could be healthy for you. You took a shower and laid on your queen sized bed with smooth sheets and pillow, the house was silent and you drifted to sleep, your last thought was Tom and you saw him in your dream.

In the dream he was in a dark room, looking defeated and when you saw him you ran to him. He opened his arms wide, in the dream you felt like you are actually giving him a tight hug. Your happiness didn’t last long because Tom pulled out a knife and stabbed you in the back, you woke up in sweat and your brain was alert, you remembered his phone number and wrote it on a paper. It was 3 at night and you couldn’t go back to sleep, your fingers holding the paper tightly, you left your bed.

It was cold but you walked to your balcony to see the stars, silent yet beautiful night. All the lights were out so you figured everyone in the house, servants and your father were sleeping. Could this be a chance to give your boyfriend Tom a phone call? There was a white table on the corner of the room with notebooks, pens and a telephone. You walked inside and stood still on the center of the room. You tried to listen if there was any sound coming from downstairs but there was none. Your heart beating fast in your rib cage, what if what your father said was true? What if Tom just used you to get to him? There was only one way to find out.

You walked to the table, picked up the receiver. After dialing the numbers and waiting for him to pick up felt like a life time. The phone rang for 3 times and he answered.

‘’Hello?’’

As soon as you heard his deep voice your entire body went numb, you had to hold the edge of the table so that you won’t fall.

‘’Tom?’’ you asked, just wanted to be sure because it felt like a dream. You heard him move when he heard your voice.

‘’Y/N? Is that you? Where are you?!’’ the panic in his voice gave you hope.

‘’Tom, I’m so sorry for leaving you at that parking lot. I should’ve told you, please forgive me.’’ Your voice was shaking.

‘’Are you okay? Did someone do something to you?! Tell me and I’ll kill them all.’’ He was concerned for your safety, another hope.

‘’No, I’m fine. I don’t have much time but I’m in London.’’ You weren’t sure if you should tell him but you couldn’t stop yourself. ‘’My father whom I thought passed away years ago actually is alive and he brought me here. Listen,’’ you stopped for a second, thinking. And then you thought enough is enough, ‘’there are things I can’t say on the phone but please find me.’’ You started to hear footsteps coming to your room, ‘’What are you talking about. Where in London?’’ Tom was furious and he wanted you to give him the exact directions, ‘’I have to go, I love you.’’ And you hang up the phone, jumped to your bed.

Tom found himself saying I love you back to the his phone, you couldn’t hear him but he knew you already know. Now that he learned you were  in London he had no business staying in this pile of shit they call New York. He was coming to get you without knowing that the truth he has been seeking for years will make him question his actions, and his entire goal to finish his assignment.

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