Fire On Ice

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

I also have another idea..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you for reading.

The Last of Us

Warnings; Post apocalyptic world.

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A/N; Hi guys! How are you? I hope you're all well. Joel and reader are getting more close to each other don't worry there will be smut in the future chapters. stay safe and love you!

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Summary; Ever since childhood you had to survive, you were born before the disease so you kinda remembered what was it like, to have a hot shower, clean food etc. You didn’t know what happened to your parents because they were on a vacation and left you with your grandma who passed away during the chaos. You were 10 when it happened, a child who had to be a woman over night. What happens when you are a brink from killing yourself and find purpose again?

Chapter Four- New chance in life

When they reached to Bill and Franks house it was a relief for her because the house had warm water, it had been years since she had a shower with warm water, ‘’Let’s take a shower because honestly we all stink.’’ She announced and Ellie was the first to take a shower, after her Y/N followed, the house was so tidy yet there were dust everywhere, as soon as she made contact with hot almost boiling water she smiled, as a child she loved warm baths and her parents were kind enough to let her take showers or baths for almost an hour, she closed her eyes as she was washing her long hair, even though she was careful with hygiene it was hard to maintain it in this world. She washed her body and hair, made sure everything was clean and didn’t forget to shave, she had spare razors just in case. When she was done she looked at her reflection in the mirror, the glass was blurred with steam but she could see her silhouette, her hands went to her throat, still burning and bruised. She wondered what would’ve happened if Joel wasn’t there to save her, she would choke to death. Why was he there anyways? A question which will be asked later, she found a white towel to cover herself and left the bathroom to face Joel bringing a box full of women’s clothes, when he saw her like that his footsteps came to a halt and dropped the box on the bed, ‘’it’s uhh women’s clothes for you and Ellie..’’ he said and cleared his throat, her body was wet and hair loose, sticking to her shoulders, he could feel his heart beat go faster than usual, this was the first –he hoped it wouldn’t be last- time that he saw her like this, almost naked and she smelled so good he wanted to hug her and inhale her scent, ‘’Thank you.’’ She smiled kindly, and approached to the bed, there was only a small space between them, he looked at her for the last time to carve that image to his brain and he left without a word, on his way out he heard her giggle to herself.

Their journey began, a man whose heart is aching with heavy mistakes, a kind hearted woman who almost killed herself and a little girl who could change the entire world. A perfect trio if you will, the  truck they took from friends of Joel got them so far but the fuel kept dying out every hour. The cars were left behind and the colors of them faded but they had fuel. Joel used a plastic pipe to get the fuel out, ‘’No wandering!’’ he said sharply to Ellie, it had been a few days since Tess’s death and no one talked about it and they were all tense, ‘’Alright! Let’s address the elephant in the room.’’ Y/N said as she stood up from the top of a car nearby, Joel looked confused, ‘’Ellie, would you like to say anything to Joel about Tess or what happened throughout the days?’’ Ellie as stubborn as Joel shrugged her shoulders, ‘’Joel?’’ Y/N asked crossing her arms in front of her chest which caught Joel’s wandering eyes and didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N, ‘’About what?’’ he asked and swallowed, she could see the exact movement on his throat, ‘’About Tess.’’ Y/N, even though she started the conversation confident she wasn’t so sure anymore. ‘’There is nothing to talk about.’’ Joel as usual dismissed her and everyone around him, the car ride was normal, well, normal for Y/N and Joel because they were alive before the pandemic. ‘’So you used to drive one of these to everywhere?’’ Ellie asked, Y/N could see the shine in her brown eyes, ‘’Well, not me. I was 10 when it happened but my parents had their cars. Almost every adult had a car.’’ Ellie found a cassette of Hank Williams, of course she found a magazine that she shouldn’t have. Y/N was sitting on the shot gun, Ellie at the back and Joel driving the car, if it was normal times someone could look at them and think ‘’What a lovely family.’’

‘’Ellie! Put that back.’’ Y/N’s hand went back to get that magazine from her, ‘’Listen to her Ellie, give it back.’’ Joel said trying to focus on the road. ‘’Why are the pages stuck together?’’ and crickets, Joel and Y/N looked at each other, her cheeks flushed deep and Joel’s lips parted. ‘’I’m just fucking with ya!’’ Ellie laughed and threw the magazine out of the car window. Y/N focused on her hands which lay on her lap and they listened Hank Williams. Y/ N laid her head against the window and watched the world pass her by, buildings were covered with ivies and no one was around not even the infected which was good but once these streets and roads were crowded with people but now nothing was left from them. She wondered what happened to her parents she often found herself thinking about them. They were on a vacation, visiting Europe when everything started and she never heard from them again, it had been 23 years… they must be dead or roaming the streets of Europe as infected. Even if they were alive they must be 65-70 years old.  Without realizing, her face fell, since there was silence in the vehicle Joel checked on Ellie first, she was smiling and reading her novel, and Y/N, he gave her a side eye, trying to be not frank about his intentions but he couldn’t help it. He noticed the sudden change in her demeanor, shoulders shrunken and a sullen face, she must be thinking about her past so Joel left her to her thoughts. It was getting late when Joel pulled the car into the forest, thanks to his friends Bill and Frank he got a lot of food supplies. Y/N was the one who cooked in their found family, the first time Joel cooked for them Ellie threw up and frankly said she didn’t like it at all, when Joel looked at Y/N to get reaction she only kindly smiled and finished the food on her plate unwillingly and Joel said that from now on Y/N is cooking. The first time she cooked dinner for them was still in his mind, it was late and he hid the car among trees just like before, placed the heavy equipments for her to do her thing and backed off. When the dinner was ready they sat by the fire and the first one to try was Ellie, at first she had suspicion in her eyes but as soon as she put food in her mouth she closed her eyes, ‘’Fucking amazing! How is this possible with same ingredients and Joel sucked.’’ Joel looked at the plate and Y/N and put a piece in his mouth, Ellie was right. Y/N thought that he didn’t like it or just didn’t want to say anything but later that night while she was at a small pond washing the plates and spoons he came up to her, ‘’That was delicious.’’ That was all he said and before she could say anything he left. She thought tonight would be the same, she cooked and they ate in silence, ‘’Thank you Y/N, that was so awesome!’’ Ellie as usual gave her compliments and went to the car to get her sleeping bag. Y/N stood up to get her now empty plate from the floor to wash the dishes but Joel beat her to it. ‘’I got it.’’ Their fingers caressed for a split second, ‘’But you’ve been driving all day.’’ She protested with her kind and sweet tone, eyes dove, he didn’t say anything to that and changed the subject. ‘’I’m sleeping tonight and drive tomorrow all day all night. I’ll get us to Wyoming next morning.’’ He said as he was walking with the plates, ‘’Why can’t we lit a fire I’m cold as fuck.’’ Ellie complained as she was struggling with her sleeping bag. Few days ago they lit a fire but ever since Joel was persistent of not doing it again, ‘’She is right, why?’’ Y/N asked, ‘’People.’’ That was enough and Y/N thought she saw something in his eyes, something dark and she almost thought he was afraid…

When the night came they went to sleep, Y/N had to share the sleeping bag with Ellie because the house they took supplies from had only two sleeping bags and sharing it with a strange man was not even an option, even though he was insanely attractive… Usually she was a light sleeper so she would hear things around her, and she noticed that every night, it didn’t matter if Joel was tired or not, he would sleep for maybe 3 hours and lay there, awake, sometimes he would get out of his sleeping bag and just sit, take care of his gun, or just stare at her and Ellie. She couldn’t figure out if it was cute or creepy but knowing that he somewhat cares about them made her feel warm.

In the morning Joel quietly packed his things, started to make coffee, poured the coffee into two metal cups and approached to the girls, Ellie was turned to Y/N and hugging her, her head against Y/N’s chest, even though they were out in the middle of the forest and in a shit situation they seemed peaceful within each other, he knew that they had history together which made them even closer now days. He remembered the times where he would wake up and go to his daughter’s room to wake her up, before waking her up he would just stare at her beautiful face and couldn’t imagine a life without her… and now he had to take care of two girls. Bill was right in his letter to Joel, they were alive because they had a purpose, purpose to keep their loved ones safe and they didn’t have to know it. He cleared his throat to wake them up, Ellie didn’t care but Y/N shifted slightly, opened one of her eyes, ‘’Morning Joel.’’ She said with voice like honey, he had to look away to keep a straight face because he almost caught himself smile, ‘’Here.’’ He extended his hand to give her coffee, they both knew it tasted like shit but it made them wake up. She lifted herself up, and reached with both of her hands, ‘’Thank you.’’ This was their morning conversation, nothing more nothing less. Y/N knew that he had more to say but kept everything inside, like locked vault and only he had to key. Ellie woke up to the smell of coffee, ‘’Ew what the fuck is that?’’ she asked, ‘’You don’t like coffee?’’ Joel asked, almost in shock. Without a word she fell back to sleep, Joel was going to wake her up but Y/N stopped her with a gentle hand movement, ‘’Let her sleep for 5 more minutes, in the mean time I can help you.’’ Joel looked at Ellie’s peaceful face and then Y/N’s  and he only nodded.

She got up from the ground and took a large sip from the coffee, it woke her up immediately, and also the cold morning air did its work, he was organizing the back of the truck, ‘’You didn’t answer my question.’’ Joel started the conversation, the birds were singing their morning song and adding a nice undertone to the atmosphere around them, Y/N was confused, still holding the cup with both of her hands to keep the warmth, ‘’What answer?’’ she watched him manhandle the bags and boxes, it was a sight to sore eyes, ‘’That night, when  I broke down your door and-‘’ Y/N immediately cut him off, ‘’I don’t have a purpose anymore, well..’’ she thought better, ‘’I didn’t had one until that night, when I saw Ellie again. I had given up and you saved me. Thank you by the way, last few months were hard.’’ Joel lifted his head to look at her, his brown ones locked on her soft ones, before he could say anything he saw a mischievous smirk on her pretty lips, ‘’Since we’re talking about that night, tell me, why did you come to my flat that night?’’ she was leaning against the truck, coffee finished, arms crossed and smiling a dangerous smile, ‘’She is going to be the death of me.’’ He thought, ‘’Uhhh-‘’ and Ellie woke up, ‘’What are you two talking about?!’’ she literally screamed and Joel turned to face her, which meant the conversation ended.. till next time.

Ellie wanted to sit on the front so Y/N was at the back this time which she didn’t care, as long as Ellie was happy she was happy, Joel did an explanation about his brother and why they have to find him, ‘’I don’t blame you, if I knew any of my family was alive I would look for them too.’’ Y/N said which she didn’t mean it to be sad but it was sad, she had no one… until now, ‘’So you don’t know what happened to them?’’ Ellie asked, Y/N shrugged her shoulders, ‘’I was staying with my grandmother when it happened, the outbreak,’’ she didn’t want to give much detail but Joel’s comforting eyes checking her every once in a while gave her strength, ‘’because my parents were on a vacation in Europe, I’ve never heard from them again. The soldiers came to took us, my grandmother couldn’t take the stress and sadness so she passed away after a year, I’m on my own ever since.’’

When he heard the last sentence he just wanted to tell her that she wasn’t on her own, she had him and Ellie now but he stopped himself, too soon maybe.

Their car ride came to a stop after hours, there was a huge lorry blocking the way to the other side, ‘’Stay inside.’’ Joel said to them and left the car with his gun to check, they were in Kansas City right now, he checked the map again and took a new rout. Things were smooth until they weren’t, they were in an empty street when a injured man jumped in front of the truck turns out he wasn’t injured and it was an attack from the raiders. People on top of the buildings were shooting at the truck and Joel was driving so fast that he crashed the truck into an old shop, ‘’Are you okay?’’ he checked to see if they were injured, they were fine, Joel could see the fear in their eyes, raiders kept shooting at the cars, ‘’Belts off! Fast!’’ he yelled and they left the truck, there was a long and wide crack at the nearby wall, ‘’Go, I’ll cover you.’’ He said to Y/N, and she grabbed  Ellie by the shoulder, he was right he did cover for them and they climbed inside. Y/N could see that Ellie was panicking so she held her hands, ‘’Everything’s gonna be fine Ellie.’’ She reassured her, they could see Joel from the crack of the wall and he looked like he needed help, he was ambushed by a young man, and he was on top of Joel, chocking him, ‘’We have to do something.’’ Ellie said looking at her, ‘’How? I don’t have a weapon?!’’ Y/N cried in despair, Ellie, with shaking hands digged into her bag and pulled a gun she took from Bill and Franks, ‘’You weren’t suppose to-‘’ Ellie cut her off, ‘’Save him.’’

Y/N never had to shoot a guy or even a slap one across the face, never in her life she had to choose violence but right now she had to make a choice, whether leave Joel to his fate or do something.

She slide through that crack in the wall silently, hands shaking, she had to hold the gun with two hands, safety was off, she pointed the gun at the guy whose back was turned to her. With teary eyes she pulled the trigger, and the guy fell to Joel’s side, Joel was still on the ground trying to breath, his eyes met hers. She was still pointing the gun at the guy, ‘’No,no,no its okay please don’t shoot.’’ His back was bleeding, the guy on the floor kept mumbling about his legs not working and his mom but Y/N’s ears were ringing, she could literally hear her own blood pumping in her veins, Joel stood in front of her, blocking her view, he reached out to take the gun from her shaking hands, she felt the electricity from his touch, he turned to face the guy, still blocking her view, he was doing this for her own behalf. Clearly she was in shock, he was in shock too, seeing such a kind woman shooting someone to save him, his debt was paid. Now they were even, and he faced her, ‘’Get back behind the wall.’’ Her vision was blurry, she didn’t notice that Ellie was watching them, she was like a puppet, empty and following the orders, as soon as she went back Ellie hugged her and made her sat, they heard a thud, and the guy stopped crying. Since Joel couldn’t fit through the crack of the wall together they moved the stuff behind the door for him, he walked in, ‘’Are you okay?’’ he asked them and saw Y/N wipe the tears on her flushed cheeks, ‘’Yes.’’ They both sang in harmony, they moved together.

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Taking Care of You

Hannibal Request; If it is okay with you, may I please request a Hannibal story? (I've been obsessed with him lately opps) . The reader is super busy or something and they forget to eat and they pass out I guess? Idk ... @theichabbieclub​

Thank you for this request, I hope you like it :) Sorry for any typos. Have a nice day! <3

Oneshot Hannibal fanfic.

Warnings: Passing out.

Y/N Y/L/N was Doctor Hannibal Lecter’s patient, a friend of her recommended Hannibal and she decided to see him because she was having mental issues and she couldn’t cope with them anymore.

She woke up early in the morning, read a little and then decided to get ready because she had an appointment, lately all she did was to focus on her work, she was a painter and she had to finish a project, it was for a rich old woman and she was picky so she spent her days painting and clearly she was forgetting to eat and stay hydrated. It was a cold Baltimore day so she decided to wear a red winter dress, black leather gloves and black boots. A month ago she first visited Hannibal and ever since she was visiting him every week, their doctor and patient relationship was still new so she was hiding things from him, she was a shy person. The one thing she noticed was that Doctor Lecter was a sophisticated man and he always looked handsome, he always had a clean suit, his shoes looked shiny all the time, and Y/N found herself wonder how can a busy man like him look like a model.

As she got out of the uber she found herself fixing her clothes, she entered the building, walked the hall and knocked on the door. Hannibal Lecter opened the grey door with a small smile on his plump lips, ‘’Y/N, please come in.’’ his voice was smooth like always, she walked inside and let him took her jacket and he hanged it.

‘’Please, take a seat.’’ Hannibal said because she was standing and looking around her, he took his notebook and pen. Y/N sat on the grey comfortable chair, she watched Hannibal take a seat and look at her. ‘’How are you today Y/N?’’

When they first met she was calling her Miss Y/L/N and Y/N told him to address her with her name because she never liked formalities. She took off her leather gloves and placed them on her lap, ‘’I’ve been working on a painting so I’m stressed.’’ She confessed, he opened his notebook.

‘’What painting?’’ He knew her job and he was also drawing portraits of people so he loved to ask her about her paintings. ‘’It’s a landscape painting, my client wanted me to paint a summer view, she is a picky person so I’m extra careful.’’

Hannibal took notes, she could hear the sound coming from the fireplace, his office was big and there was an upstairs which was a library, the first time she walked in here she asked if she could check the books and Hannibal let her. For at least 30 minutes he was upstairs and Hannibal watched her astonished face, at the end of their session he gave her a book, she loved reading it was obvious and the next week she brought the book back and they discussed the plot, it was a good exercise to get close to her and get to know her.

‘’What about you? Do you take care of yourself like I asked you to do? Because you seem tired.’’ Hannibal Lecter was not a stupid man, her skin looked flushed which was a sign of dehydration, she gazed on her left to see outside through open curtains, there were two big windows on the wall.

‘’I’m trying.’’ She simply said and stood up to go the the window and she felt dizzy, it was as if the floor was  shaking. As sson as she walked in his office Hannibal noticed that she was dehdrated and malnourished and he was waiting for her the accept her fault but before she could do that she fainted. Thankfully he was quick to catch her, he put her on the couch, a strand of thick Y/H/C hair fell across her deep Y/E/C eyes, he pushed it away and found himself watch her face. She looked peaceful,  he went to his cabinet and found oral rehydration salt, it was in a little plastic bag and he got a glass of water, poured whatever was in the glass and sat next to Y/N, she was waking up now, ‘’Shh, take it easy.’’  She tried to sit, ‘’You have to drink this Y/N.’’ he helped her drink, ‘’There is sodium and potasium in this and it will help you stay hydrated, I know you haven’t been taking care of yourself and I hate to see such a beautiful young girl look so tired. I have a solution.’’ He put the glass away, made her look at him by cupping her flushed cheeks. ‘’You will stay with me until you are healthy enough to leave. Doctor’s orders.’’ Hannibal knew he was crossing the doctor and patient boundaries but ever since they met he had this urge to take her under his dark wings. It wasn’t like Abigail, with Abigail he felt like her father, his aternat feelings kicked in, however, when it came to Y/N he felt like they could be more than this. He knew she had secrets and she wasn’t ready to share them yet but he felt like she had a dark side, a side that he wanted to explore and brought it out.

‘’Are you sure?’’ Y/N asked because she didn’t want to be a burden, ‘’Yes. I have a big house and I’m a great chef. I will cook for you.’’ Deep down he knew that this wasn’t a short term deal, Y/N found herself hugging him. He smelled nice, he caressed her soft hair and kissed her temple, ‘’Shall we go home love?’’

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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; 1.807K

Warnings; Slight  kidnapping. 

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Chapter Eight

You agreed to go on this event with Tom, but the things Jack said still lingered in your mind. Tom took the liberty to find you a dress and high heels, you loved the outfit. It was a green velvet dress, 

everything came in a box with a note and your roommate Sam almost lost his mind, when you read the cute poem on the paper you almost cried. Tom said he’ll be picking you at 8 pm and Sam helped you get ready.

Tom was leaning against the car door when you came out of your building, and you looked stunning. He bolted to his feet, opened your door with a huge grin, ‘’You look ravishing my love.’’ He had a black and white 3 piece suit with a green handkerchief on his jacket pocket, as you climbed into the car you could smell his manly cologne. Fresh and yummy you thought, after tonight you made a decision to ask Tom few questions, and tell him about Jack.

Tom drove to a fancy hotel’s ballroom, on the way there he was afraid to crash the car because he couldn’t stop looking at you. You looked otherworldly, like Greek Goddess trapped in this planet. ‘’I hope you wore the lingerie I sent you.’’ Oh yes, this motherfucker didn’t just send you the dress and shoes only, he also sent you a lingerie set. You felt yourself go red, ‘’I guess you have to find out.’’ He loved your sassy little mouth.

It was the biggest ballroom you have ever seen, well, you do not have an experience in that field but it looked beautiful. On the ceiling there was a huge renaissance style painting made of glass, yellow chandeliers and the paintings and sculptures of the artists filled the room. An old couple approached to you and Tom, his hand went to the small of your back, ‘’Thank you for coming Tom.’’ The old bald man with a grey beard said smiling, his wife was smiling too, she looked beautiful in her red dress, ‘’I should thank you for inviting me and my girlfriend Y/N, we love art exhibitions. Don’t we darling?’’ was he showing you off to this couple?

‘’Yes, thank you.’’ You managed to say, ‘’Enjoy the night.’’ The old woman said and left you alone, Tom was smiling and walking you to look at the art pieces, ‘’Are you planning to buy?’’ you asked as you guys walking, ‘’If I really like one of them, allow me to get us drinks.’’ He excused himself and left you for a moment, you were standing in front of a golden coloured statue of a naked woman. She had no head and legs however she looked beautiful with her womanly figure. You looked at the name of the artist and read what was written there, it was explaining the meaning of the statue. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t realize someone standing next to you, ‘’Good evening Miss Y/L/N.’’ you were surprised to hear someone utter your last name, who could that be? Before you could turn she stopped you, ‘’Don’t look at me, I don’t want to attract any attention. My name is Zenobia, if you want to learn what kind of a boyfriend you have..’’ she stopped talking, held your elbow with her thin fingers, ‘’you should meet me before you leave with him. Excuse yourself saying that you have to use the toilet. I will find you there.’’

You could feel your blood run cold, that woman’s voice came out concerned and scared, was Jack telling the truth? Were you in great danger? You remembered the time when you saw Tom’s gun collection, he always kept his business in secret and changed the subject when you asked about it. Before you could say something the mysterious woman disappeared, Tom came with two glasses of champagne, ‘’Lord, this sculpture is amazing.’’ You took the glass and watched Tom observe the golden piece of art, his blue eyes examined it deeply, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his glass, you couldn’t help but wonder if he could hurt you? Or try anything funny? You cursed at yourself for not taking any self defence classes. ‘’Is something wrong darling?’’ he asked you concerned, ‘’No,’’ you knew you looked weird but smiled, damn you deserved an Oscar when you kissed him passionately, ‘’Thank you for bringing me here. I love it.’’ Tom’s cheeks got pink, ‘’My pleasure.’’ He kissed you and you felt his harsh grip on your arm, your body was alarmed but you had to calm yourself, play your part and go to the bathroom when the time comes.

‘’Gosh, I love this.’’ You said to yourself when you saw an impressionist style painting, it looked like Monet himself painted it, the painting was about pathway of a garden and it looked like heaven, colourful flowers were on both sides and there was a wooden door, half open. You noticed Tom looking at you, ‘’I just love impressionism. It looks like one of Claude Monet’s works.’’ You shortly explained, he pulled you closer to him and kissed your temple, when people were gathering to dance on the dance floor his ocean eyes lit up. He you’re your hand in his and kissed the back of it, ‘’May I please have this dance?’’ when you looked at his eyes you felt this warmness spreading in your chest, you couldn’t say no. He gracefully lifted your hand in his and walked you to the floor, you could feel strangers watching you, all eyes were on you because let’s be honest, you were a beautiful couple.

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‘’Follow my steps.’’ He whispered in your ear, he could feel your nervousness when you squeezed his hand hard.

As you started to dance your skirts swirling around your slender hip, he knew how to dance and he was a great teacher. You noticed that this was the first time you dance, you felt sad.

He perfectly guided you on the dance floor, he was pleased when he heard applause when you guys were done dancing, he kissed your hand again. If only he knew you had a battle  in your mind…

Later when he told you that you will be leaving in few minutes you froze, you said you wanted to go to the toilet and he wanted to escort you, he sometimes sounded like a gentleman from 1800s. You said you will be fine and quickly left the ballroom.

The hallway to the bathroom was empty, the sound of your high heeled shoes echoed on the white walls, you were nervous but this ache of curiosity ate you up ever since you saw Jack. You quickly opened the door and closed it behind you. The inside was empty too, you thought maybe that lady was just fucking with you, after pacing for a good few seconds you decided to wash your face to cool down and a tall black woman walked inside. She had a golden coloured dress and gold pieces of jewelry on her neck and hands, she looked serious. ‘’Hello Y/N.’’ and you realized that there was no going back at this point.

‘’Who are you? What do you want?’’ you didn’t mean to yell but days of  stress finally broke you down. She held her hands up defensively, ‘’No need to yell.’’ She exclaimed, ‘’Y/N, I’m a friend of your dad’s,’’ you never met your dad and your mother hardly mentioned him. You had no attachment or emotions towards him, ‘’He died before I was born.’’ You shortly said, she questioned you with her eyes, looked at you deeply, ‘’Long story short, I was paid to look after you and make sure you’re safe. You are really challenging me young lady. Fooling around with a mob boss, follow me. I have to take you to him.’’

Mob boss? Who is a mob boss? You were so confused, she held your hand tightly and pulled you outside, ‘’Who are you talking about?!’’ she decided to choose the stairs, ‘’Your boyfriend of course. The name is Zenobia by the way, I rule this city.’’

You had no idea what was going on but soon you found yourself in luxurious house, Zenobia was a strange woman, even though you asked a lot of questions she shut you up and promised that you’ll get all the answers once you arrived. Now that you arrived all that you found was an old man who had grayish white hair and the saddest smile. He was tall and had a white shirt and black pants, he finished his drink and stood up when he saw you. The inside too big, and had a lot of furniture and a fire place, the wall to wall windows showed a dark backyard.

‘’Why am I here?’’ you managed to ask, masking all your worries, ‘’You look so like your mother, it’s astonishing.’’ He said, not answering your question, ‘’I asked you a question.’’ You bit back. ‘’That’s the spirit.’’ He seemed amused and proud for some reason, ‘’You should be nicer to me, I’m your dad after all.’’

 Tom was at the parking lot but waiting for minutes was enough so he walked back to the building, he saw that most of the people left the exhibition. He checked the bathrooms, and the ballroom but you were nowhere to be seen, he asked the security but they had no knowledge. His hands were shaking at this point, where could you be? He assumed the worst, and the worst was that you left him alone. He walked back to his car in fury and called you many times, texted you but there was no reply. He kicked the wheel of his car, he got inside and shut the door. His plan was to go to your house and ask the reason why you left him there but he received a text message from an unknown number,

‘’She is safe with us. Leave her be.’’

He immediately called the number and someone picked up, ‘’Listen here you wench if you hurt her I swear to God-‘’ he heard a woman laughing, the sound was similar, like that time when he got a call from the boss of the Queens clan. ‘’Hurt hurt?! Child, you’re the potential danger here. She is with family and that’s all you need to know. Leave her alone.’’ And the call ended. He knew he had to leave you one day but he didn’t expected to be this soon, what was he suppose to do now just leave you with them? No, decided. No, he was going to find you and kiss you, hold you in his arms because screw the game he was falling for you.  

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Reborn From Ashes

Summary; Two lost souls find each other. Will they become the cure that they were looking for? Will they help each other or walk away?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader

Genre: Romance. There will be smut in the future ;))  Slow burn!

Warnings: Y/N’s ex is a threat! 

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Chapter 9

‘‘I assume you were expecting someone else.’‘

Y/N was frozen like a iceberg. James Prendick was standing tall and his arrogant smile made her shiver. His hands were in his pockets, moving left to right in a show off mood, ‘’Aren’t you gonna invite me?’’ his mocking tone was intolerable.

‘‘What do you want?’‘ She found her voice, James look at her up and down. ‘‘You finally lost some weight, good for you.’‘ When they were together he always complained about her weight. ‘‘James, what do you want?!’‘ He pushed her away firmly to get inside.

‘‘Would you like to drink something?’‘ She was trying to be civil but her icy cold voice made James look at her ‘‘Have some decency Y/N,’‘ he sat down on the couch in the living room ‘‘I’m here to talk. Come, sit down.’‘ he was acting as if he owned the place, ‘‘James, I’m not playing games. I told the cops it was you who destroyed my house, they are looking for you.’‘ she held her phone tightly. ‘‘Do something to me and you will regret it.’‘

He started to laugh ‘’Y/N, if I wanted to do something to you...’’ he paused for a second, looking into her eyes ‘’You wouldn’t see it coming.’’ there he was, the true James Prendick. A creep who likes to manipulate and torture people, his tone made her uncomfortable.

He noticed the paintings, ‘’Are you still dealing with this crap?’’ he looked unimpressed. She felt herself getting angry, ‘’This is my art you asshole!’’ Y/N never thought she could get this defensive. ‘’Careful now, you might lose your hands one day.’’ She could feel the threat in her bones, ‘’For the last time, why are you here?’’ Bobby started to bark, James looked at him with blind hatred ‘’Lock the animal.’’ he said. She didn’t want him to hurt Bobby so she took him away and got back.

‘‘I am here because I want you back.’‘ James finally confessed, Y/N was taken aback, ‘‘W- what?’‘ he got up from the couch, she took a step back, ‘‘I missed you,’‘ he got close to ‘‘so much.’‘ she could feel his breath. ‘‘How did you find me?’‘ She wanted to change the subject and buy some time. 

‘‘Your friend Sam told me.’‘ She was shocked, ‘‘Sam?!’‘ James smiled sarcastically ‘‘Your best friend back home told me where you were hiding You should be careful when it comes to friends.’‘

‘‘Why did you break in to my flat and destroyed everything?’‘ she asked. ‘‘After seeing you with that man I got furious baby, even the thought of you being with someone else made me insane.’‘ he replied, this used to make her feel loved but now she was scared.

‘‘So what do you say? Would you take me back?’‘ A chill went through her, she needed courage to say what she was about to say.

‘‘No!’’

They were face to face, he was tall so she had to look up at him, his dark brown eyes were like the deep wells. He moved suddenly, his fingers held her jaw as hard as iron trap, she had to keep looking. ‘’If you knew me too well you would know that I do not take no as an answer.’’

His fingers were digging her flesh, ‘’If you are concerned for your little boyfriend you sould be. Because If you don’t make up your mind then I will be a problem to him. None of us want that.’’

He let go of her jaw, ‘’I give you few days to decide.’’ he kissed jer cheek and left, she jumoed with the sound of him closing the door.

‘‘Fuck! What do I do? What do I do? Tom? No, he would get worried.’‘ She strated to pace in the living room ‘‘Cops? Yes! Cops!’‘

She got dressed and took Bobby with herto the Police Station. Y/N found the officer who came to her house that night, ‘’Ms. Y/L/N, we are happy to see you. How can I help?’’ said the woman officer, she read her surname on her chest, Johnson. ‘’I hope everything is fine?’’

‘‘No, actually something happened.’‘ Offiver Johnson took her pen and notbook, ‘‘I’m listening.’‘

Y/N tolder her everyhting, ‘’Long story short he is back and wants to torment me.’’

‘‘We haven’t been able to locate his whereabouts Ms. Y/L/N.’‘ Officer confessed. ‘’Can I at least get a restraining order?’’ she asked, ‘’Here is the thing, in the UK, restraining orders can only be issued during sentencing- so to get a restraining order against someone, you have to first report them to the police and then take them to the court.’’ She expained.

‘‘So you have to find James to take him to the court.’‘ Y/N whispered to herself.

‘‘Yes, did he say anything about where he stays?’‘

‘‘No, he is rich so he can be wherever he wants.’‘

Officer Johnson gave her a paper to fill, ‘’Next time you see him contact us, I’m sorry Ms. Y/L/N but wee need to find him for the restraining order. Until then there is nothing we can do, please be safe.’’

Y/N walked back to Tom’s place empty handed, now he knew where she stayed so it was a matter of time before he came again. She had to leave, she had to because if she stayed James would come and destroy the place and Y/N couldn’t do that to Tom. She packed her things and took Bobby, she knew what she had to do.

She knocked on the door and Tom’s mother Diana answered, ‘’Oh hello darling, what a nice surprise! Come in.’’ Diana seemed happy to see her, ‘’Hi Diana. I can’t come I’m here to give this handsome to you.’’ she handed her the leash of Bobby, ‘’Why? What’s wrong?’’ lovely woman asked. ‘’Nothing, it’s just...’’ She needed a quick lie, ‘’My landlady called me, she took care of everything in my apartment so it is safe again.’’ Y/N gave her a fake smile and prayed for Diana to not understand.

‘‘Is that so? Tom said everything was destroyed, and he also said you were staying at his house.’‘ Her blue eyes were focused on her face, ‘‘Yeah I was. I really got to go, see you later.’‘ she left in hurry because Y/N didn’t want to lie more than needed. 

When she got back home she place her bags and sat down on her old couch, nothing was taken care of, her things were broken and they were everywhere. ‘’Let’s get to work.’’

She put every broken thing in trash bags and cleaned her house after three hours she was done completely. During this time Tom called her at least two times but she didn’t answer, she needed a solid lie to convince him and Tom was a samrt man, so it was going to be a challenge. While she was having an existential crisis her phone rang, it was Tom again, later he left a message.

Tom: I really don’t want to distrub you, my mom called and said you left homeso I was just checking. Call me when you can.

Y/N felt terrible so she decided to text him back.

Y/N: Hi Tom! Yeah, I came back to my place and gave Bobby to your mother. I have been busy so talk to you later.

She hit send and felt her heart ache, it made her really sad to treat him like that but she had to, for his safety.

Tom looked at his phone screen for several minutes, he came to his senses when the screen went pitch black. ‘’What’s going on?’’ he thought. When his mother called and told her what happened he was done with the inyerviews and packing his things. His plan was to surprise Y/N, but now he was not so sure, his mother told him that Y/N was in a hurry and didn’t talk much and left quickly. He checked his watch and it was time to leave so he took his bag and left the hotel room. He had to see her, talk to her face to face.

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Mrs. Lecter

It's a Hannibal imagine where y/n is his wife and very "similar" to his husband. She may sound like a typical housewife(I was thinking Grace Hargreeves vibes) but Will, Jack and pretty much everyone who meets her(besides Hannibal) are afraid to even look her in the eye. What do you think? @ateliefloresdaprimavera​ 

Hannibal x Female Reader

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A/N: Thank you for the request. Sorry for any typos.

Y/N Lecter was outside grocery shopping, she had her long black skirt and dark red velvet blaouse, she had lether gloves, her high heels were creating confident sounds on the floor, she loved the looks she was getting, her Y/H/C hair was done 40s style, she always had makeup on whenever she went out. Hannibal wanted special ingredients for today’s dinner. Y/N wanted to surprise him by preapring lunch and bringing it to FBI headquorters, he was working with the FBI, Y/N smirked, he was right under their noses and they still couldn’t figure it out. Y/N knew everything about his past and present and she still got married to him, he actually expected her to run away screaming but she got married to him.

Y/N got into his car, it was a gift from Hannibal on her birthday, since her husband was working with the FBI she was allowed to come in, she knew he would be at Jack Crawford’s office, she had a bag of food and a coffee she got from Hannibal’s favorite coffee shop. She knocked on the brown door and walked in, as she thought Hannibal was there with Jack, Will and Alana, some fiels were on Jack’s table she caught a glimps of pictures of a dead man, murdered. ‘’Y/N?’’ Hannibal looked surprised, which was something rare, Y/N smiled ear to ear, ‘’I brought you lunch. Hello every one.’’ She formally greeted the others, her movements and facial expression was always cold and collective for others but Hannibal, she knew that whenever she walked into a room people’s eyes were on her, she never got informal with people, they were just toys for her and her husband to play. ‘’Thank you my love.’’ He stood up to give her a gentle kiss on her cheek, Hannibal was a traditional man who only show affection by touching her hand or kissing her cheek in public, however when they were alone he was a hungry beast. ‘’What a thougtful gesture.’’ Jack said as he sat down, no one dared to look her in the eye, her eye colour was strange, people didn’t like to stare at her more than necessary, Hannibal held her hand, rubbing it smoothly, ‘’I’ll see you at home.’’ She said goodbye to everyone and kissed her husband on his cheek. Jack suddenly noticed that they knew nothing about Y/N Lecter, he decided look into it. Hannibal opened the door for her and when she left he closed it, got back to his seat, ‘’You have a rather intimidating wife Doctor Lecter.’’ Will Graham said, pushed back his curly hair and looked at Hannibal’s maroon eyes, he saw amusement in them, 

‘’Yes, she is.’’ he had a confident smile on his plump lips. 

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Honesty

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Hannibal lecter x Australian reader where he deems her “rude” but learns that that’s just her culture (ie excessive drinking, crude jokes, “harsh” accent, swears in every sentence [like I shit you not swearing isnt considered unprofessional here. One of our ministers called another minister a cunt lol], etc). I just like the idea of two people being so opposite lmao. Also Hannibal is such a fine foods connoisseur, and our food is basically “first step, get a piece of white bread” hahahaha. I feel like he would find the cultural differences interesting @soggy-enchilada​

Oneshot Hannibal Fic

Hannibal Lecter x Australian Reader

Warnings;None.

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‘’Didn’t you just finished your drink Y/N?’’ Jack Crawford asked amazed, ‘’Now you have another glass of champagne.’’ Y/N gave him a big smile, ‘’Like you don’t know me my good old cobber.’’ Y/N rolled her eyes and looked around her, she never liked joining parties like this one. Jack’s wife was ill so Y/N came to this elegant party with him to help him figure out something… which she can’t remember but it was related to work. Jack and Y/N met years ago because there was a murder care related to America and Australia and she helped the FBI and they became friends. ‘’Why are we here again?’’ She was close to finishing her 5th glass, ‘’My colleague Doctor Hannibal Lecter is acting suspicious lately and I want to know why. ‘’ Y/N never  met the doctor before but she heard his dinner parties and his success in his career. ‘’Where is he?’’ She whispered getting close to Jack, he looked around him to see where Hannibal was, ‘’He was there seconds ago.. I have to use the bathroom wait for me.’’ And he left.

Hannibal Lecter was talking to his guests when he saw her, he didn’t know her and he wondered how she came here. She had a green mermaid dress which showed her body in a graceful yet with a shimmer of wickedness, her dark red lipstick looked intimidating, her resemblance to a femme fatal figure surprised him.

‘’Excuse me for a moment.’’ He politely left the crowd and approached to this young lady who looked bored and he cannot have a bored guest in his house, ‘’Greetings madam, I’m Doctor Hannibal Lecter, the host of this party, I’m afraid I do not know you.’’ He looked at her up and down and his brown eyes landed on her Y/E/C eyes, she didn’t look away, however a faint pink colour appeared on her cheeks. ‘’My name is Y/N Y/L/N, Jack Crawford brought me here. Since you are the host Doctor Lecter may I ask you something?’’

He looked intrigued, her accent was Australian and sound strange to his ears,

‘’What can a girl like me have to do in order to get a cold frothy?’’ She asked with a annoyed tone which caught his attention, she had a bold spirit. ‘’I assume you didn’t like the champagne?’’ He tried to calm his nerves but the way she looked at him was rude, and he never liked rude people. ‘’I don’t like fancy things.’’ Hannibal caught one of the servants, ‘’Can we get a cold beer please, thank you.’’ And he took her empty glass, ‘’Jack has never mentioned you before, was there something special between you and him?’’ he asked directly because she was being rude, ‘’Ew no.’’ he could see the disgust on her face, ‘’Jack is like my big brother, I helped the FBI couple of years ago, why are you so curious Doctor Lecter?’’ her cold beer arrived, ‘’Finally.’’ She whispered to herself, ‘’I assumed that a beautiful woman such as yourself might caught his attention.’’ He wanted to test the waters and gave her a chance to be kind and take his compliment, ‘’You only think that because I look like a rich woman. This is not real me Doctor Lecter.’’ She winked at him and left his company without excusing herself.

There was something about her, was she rude or just brutally honest?

‘’Ladies and Gentlemen,’’ Hannibal got into the center of his living room, ‘’The dinner is served please follow me.’’

Guests walked into the big dining room, the walls were dark blue, and paintings decorated them, she could sense a masculine energy in the room, the table had several lit candles, servants were bringing white and red wine, the smell was extraordinary. Y/N took her place next to Jack and close to Hannibal Lecter who was standing and holding his wooden chair, after everyone was placed the servants took off the silver covers and the guests started to applause which was really strange to Y/N. ‘’I’m not gonna do that, no thank you.’’

She knew Hannibal saw her and she didn’t care, ‘’Before we beging you must all be warned, nothing here is vegetarian. Bon appétit.’’ And the guests started to applause again and she rolled her eyes, on her right there was an old woman with a red dress and she whispered into her ear, ‘’My dear Hannibal never likes rude people. You should be careful.’’

During the dinner she was bored, because people who considered themselves ‘’sophisticated’’ had conversations which made her uncomfortable, these people were trying to prove that they are smart and it looked pathetic. The food looked strange to her, she has never seen dishes like these and tried everything on the table, ‘’Mis Y/L/N I hope you like the food.’’ Hannibal addressed her and everyone stopped talking, eyes were on her, ‘’What the fuck is he trying to do?!’’

 ‘’They look too fancy for my liking, I’m Australian so this is the first time I try food like these. I appreciate the effort.’’ And people started to ask her about her country, she didn’t know how but she became the center of interest. Hannibal Lecter was silent silent and was listening her. People were laughing at her jokes and she felt like she was accepted,

‘’And then what happened?’’ the red dressed woman asked her curiously, ‘’Our minister called him a fuckin cunt that’s what happened.’’ And they all laughed together. Hannibal noticed the shine in her eyes and how different her culture was.

After hours of talking and eating people started to leave, and then Alana, Jack, Y/N and Hannibal were sitting and enjoying the warmness coming from the fireplace.

Y/N took off her high-heel shoes, ‘’Fuck my feet hurt.’’  Hannibal took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, ‘’There is a technique called arch rubs, may I?’’ and he sat on the edge of the long chair, he held the top of the foot in one hand, with the fingers of his other hand he rubbed the length of the arch, he did that repeatedly from the heel to the ball of the foot. His hands felt amazing and her head fell back and a soft moan left her red lips, ‘’Shit that’s so good..’’

Hannibal smirked, he knew what kind of an effect he had on people and he liked it, Jack was talking about Y/N staying for a year because the FBI needed her and Hannibal could see her in his life, it will be hard because of her bold spirit and her rude words but she was an honest woman and he treasured such a rare character trait.

 Thank you for reading! :) 

Hello there,

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

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

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

Thank you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you for reading. (:

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Thank you so much fpr 1000 rbs omg i cannot believe it guys!

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.’’

Reborn From Ashes

Summary; Two lost souls find each other. Will they become the cure that they were looking for? Will they help each other or walk away?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader

Genre: Romance

Warnings: Mental problems. A bit dark. Reader has a temper girll calm down :D

Tag list is open!

Chapter 1 

‘‘And how does that make you feel?’‘ Mrs. Smith, Y/N’s psychologist asked her a question but at the moment she was interested in the plants Mrs. Smith had in her office. ‘‘You should water your plants more often Mrs. Smith.’‘ the woman sighed, ‘‘Y/N, we have been having these sessions for weeks now. If you cannot open yourself up to me than I can’t help you.’‘ Y/N was playing with her fingers, they were cold because London was cold. It was December after all, ‘‘Nothing.’‘ she murmured.

‘‘Sorry?’‘ she finally looked at Mrs. Smith, ‘‘As you can tell I can’t feel anything anymore.’‘ and the alarm was heared. 

‘‘Once again we have come to an end, before you leave take these.’‘ Mrs.Smith put a notebook and a pencil on her table, ‘‘Why?’‘ Y/N was confused. ‘‘Since you can’t open up I thought you should write your feelings or anything you do daily. And your first task is to go to a public place and socialize.’‘ she took the iteams, ‘’I trust you Y/N. Have a good day.’’

It has been a week and Y/N was too tired to go out. She was a painter so she spent nights to finish her projects. She used to paint for the passion of art but now she was painting to pay her rent and bills. She was living a modest life, her house was little but it was enough for her and landlady was kind to Y/N. She moved there two years ago, after escaping from her abusive fiance. 

It was cold outside, and snowy so she had long, black boots and black pants. Her dark green sweater was comfy, she put on her white scarf and white beanie. She packed her things and left her house reluctantly.

Y/N travelled for a little bit but the snow was unbearable so she tahnkfully found a nice Café.

She was welcomed by the warmth and the smell of coffee, even though she didn’t drink coffee too much she always enjoyed the smell. She found a seat next to the big window which was facing outside.

‘‘What can I get for you?’‘ a lovely waitress smiled, ‘‘Can I have chamomile tea and chocolate chip cookie, thak you.’‘ waitress left and she settled down, started to take notes; 

‘’Mrs.Smith, a week ago you gave me a task and I’m trying to complete it. I’m at a nice Café. I’m watching people laugh, smile and hold their loved ones close. The truth is no one needs me here, aren’t we all just insignificant beings who think that the world is built for them? This makes me disgusted.’’

She was enjoying her tea when that lovely waitress approached to her table, she had that apologetic smile on her bright face. ‘’So sorry to interrupt you Madam but as you can see we are packed and our regular customer is here. If it is okey for you can he sit here with you, but of course if you want to be left alone-’’

Y/N was a waitress once and she knew how stressful it can be, ‘’It’s okey.’’ Y/N cut her off, ‘’He can sit with me.’’ and she took few notes; 

‘‘Well Mrs.Smith, someone has to sit with me. Poor lad. He doesn’t know what he is doing, he is going to hate me.’‘

A tall man with black glasses and a serious expression came to her table, ‘’May I sit?’’ his husky voice was filled with the famous British accent. ‘’Of course, please.’’ she made a hand gesture for him to sit. She kept writing when the waitress took his order.

‘‘Is that a journal?’‘ the man smiled and she could see his white theet. ‘‘Yes.’‘ Y/N didn’t want to talk so she cut it short and turned her gaze outside, she really wasn’t in the mood of engaging a conversation but she also didn’t want to be rude. She put her Y/H/C strand of hair behind her ear, thanks to the curiousty in humans’ nature she was looking at him every five seconds. He was reading ‘‘Brief einer Unbekannten by Stefan Zweig.’‘  Y/N read that book before, when she stopped looking at the book’s cover they locked eyes. His blue eyes were captivating, ‘’I assume you read it before?’’ she dropped her pencil on the table, ‘’Yes, I’ve read it before.’’ even though she was giving him cold and short answers he was smiling politely. ‘’You liked it?’’ she got nervous it’s been a while since she talked to men so she started to play with the pencil. ‘’Yes but the idea of a woman falling deeply in love with a man who she didn’t even spend enough time with is bizarre. Of course it’s fiction so anything is possible.’’ 

Probably because of the Café’s warm environment she had this strange feeling, like she could open up to this man before her and talk for hours.

‘‘So you don’t support the idea of someone falling deeply in love?’‘ 

‘‘It’s nonlogical to me. I don’t know if you read Zweig’s other books but he always deals with profound human emotians and it is too much for me.’‘ 

The man infront of her ruffled with his curly, blonde-ish ginger hair and beard, ‘’Miss, people can fall in love deeply and they can love someone with profound feelings. How is this nonlogical? Love is something that you can’t find in logic.’’ he cleared his throat kindly,  ‘’ My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.’’ she rolled her eyes, ‘’Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.’’ his blue eyes shined with excitement. 

Y/N crossed her arms and leaned back on her chair, the man also did the same, he was watching her every move with his icy blue eyes. He had those famous european faces that would distract any woman. She could feel the tension between them.

‘‘I don’t have to explain myself to you Sir!’‘ she immediately grabbed her things and thrown them into her bag, in the meanwhile the blue eyed man was apologising and trying to explain her that he made a mistake but Y/N wasn’t listening. She left the Café without looking back, if she looked back she could’ve realized that she left the notebook that Mrs.Smith gave her a week ago.