Can I Request A Smut Of Obsessed Hannibal X Shy Student Reader ( Im Obsessed With Him Lately). He Is

Losing Him

heyyy! can i request a super specific Hannibal x female!avenger!reader? where it takes place during Infinity War and the reader and her s/o Hannibal (who isn’t a serial killer but a normal psychologist) are in Baltimore trying to get everyone to safety while the rest of the avengers are fighting back Thanos’ army in Wakanda, and then Thanos snaps and the reader has to watch Hannibal turn to dust? tyyy! @waterpeachwriting​

Oneshot/ Drabble Hannibal x avenger female reader

Warnings; Thanos snaps!

Read it while listening to this; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmLjSnB6oTU (im a dc girl but I love marvel too lol)

Author’s note; Gurll this is a strange request but i fucking love it! Sorry for any typos, enjoy!

Y/N Y/L/N got a call from the Captain America himself early in the morning, and she knew that the end was near. She was an agent and working for the Avengers, she was responsible of Baltimore Maryland and that wasn’t easy but she was good at her job. 

The world was under a great threat by an alien named Thanos and the only hope the humanity had were the Avengers. She woke Hannibal up and explained the situation, Hannibal Lecter was her partner of 3 years and for the last few months they were living together. He was a gentleman with a kind heart -also little bit jealous sometimes- as they walked out they saw the panic everywhere. It was as if the judgment day arrived and mankind were running away from it, her mission was to help people to get to a safe place, Agents of Shield recently built a campsite for situations like this one.

She was a high level so she ordered every police officer to get these people inside, Hannibal was with her because she needed his medical knowledge to help the wounded people, all they heard was screams, the cry of babies and all even though both of them looked strong they, deep down, feared that something might happen to one of them, Hannibal never felt this strong feeling for someone else before and he felt his heart sink. A faint smile flickered across Y/N’s lips when she saw Hannibal carrying a child in his arms and giving that child to the mother, even though they were in a chaos for a split second she imagined a life where they had a child, she swallowed the lump in her throat, she had to focus. 

Throughout the day she was getting new info about the war in Wakanda and she didn’t like what she was hearing, the alien forces were strong and brutally killing Wakanda soldiers, they seemed unstoppable. Y/N gave Hannibal a gun and a knife to be safe because they were outside on the streets to find people and bring them to the campsite, the clouds were yellow and she had this strange gut feeling like something bad was going to happen.

Y/N and Hannibal were side by side, the street they were on was silent, ‘’We will fight this together.’’ She heard him say, Hannibal was a psychiatrist and he was good at reading Y/N, he knew that something –other than this war- was troubling her. ‘’I know it’s just…’’ she exhaled the breath she was holding, ‘’I don’t want to lose you Hannibal.’’ She stopped walking and turned to him, he came close and looked her in the eye. She always admired his brown eyes, under the yellow light which was caused by the bizarre his eyes looked like honey, ‘’I love you.’’ She said and kissed him sharply. She felt his hand on her waist, for a second the screams of people stopped for them, as if they were the only 2 people in the entire universe, her arms went around his firm neck. 

She pulled away to see his beautiful face but he looked scared, ‘’What’s wrong?’’‘’I feel cold.’’ He replied, she touched his cheeks, he was cold. ‘’I don’t feel so good Y/N.’’ He fell on his knees, and clung to her clothes, ‘’Hannibal tell me what’s wrong..’’ she was already crying, ‘’I- don’t know.. I love you Y/N.’’ he knew in his heart that it was his last moments on this planet and he didn’t want to go without saying I love you to the woman he was in love with for years. His face started to turn into ash, like a burnt paper, he beckoned her close, ‘’Promise me to stay strong and,’’ he took a deep breath, ‘’please live your life to the fullest.’’ ‘’No, no, no Hannibal NO! You can’t leave me, no…’’ and he fell to the ground, his body slowly turning into ashes, her hands were covered with the dust and the sound of primal fury, sadness left her throat, she never knew she was capable of creating a sound so vicious yet so vulnerable. He was dead and she didn’t even get the chance to bury him. 

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writing ? More like, hawk tuah! 😂 haha, that’s just some of my classic humor. I have a horrific suicidal ideation inducing headache today. Just wanted to spread some joy. On the car ride to the Indianapolis airport with who I believe was your ? Aunt? Who’s to say. I discovered she truly is enthralled by your works. I mean ,, really got her going . Trust me I’d know. Do you like the state fair? I do. My favorite part is the one that goes all the way upside down. I can’t do that today bcuz my migraine hurts and also it is not there because it is not summer yet which (if you don’t know) is typically when they do those sorts of things. Maybe it’s different where you are 🤔? It’s beautiful hwo different everybody’s cultures are, from state fair to … I don’t know. Maybe how they place stamps on envelopes( those are the things you send letters in, typically) song Rec! Oh what a beautiful morning by Hugh Hackman. What are the chances we’re in the same continent at the same time? Wonderous! My favorite type of fruit is actually no fruit. I prefer a vegetable. Celery, if I’m feelin frisky ! Au revoir

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Their Secret

One shot Hannibal x Reader Request; Why can I imagine y/n letting hannibal know that they know that he's a cannibal by signing a lyric from six thirty by Ariana Grande.

"come here and give me some kisses. You know I'm very delicious." LMAO 💀 @theichabbieclub​

Warnings; None.

A/N: Thank you for this request, sorry for any typos. Enjoy!

For weeks Y/N was spending her free time with Hannibal Lecter, they met at a museum a month ago and Hannibal asked for her number and they became friends. Hannibal’s first intention was to kill her and eat her, however she proved herself to be a smart, kind woman with a dark past and he changed his mind. He was still unsure what to do with her so he let the time decided. Now she was at his house, and they were cooking together. 

She was talented when it comes to cooking and Hannibal always loved to have her in his kitchen, she looked cute with a white apron he gave to her, she always looked nice and smelled nice, her perfume  was sweet and fresh, Hannibal knew that it was her signature smell and he loved it. 

He also knew that she was a sneaky woman who liked to search things and gather information, she met Alana, Jack, Will and Abigail and he heard her ask about him. The doorbell disturbed their peace, they both enjoyed each other’s company and they never liked being disturbed, 

‘’I’ll get it.’’ He said and left the kitchen. Y/N was chopping onions and garlic, she looked calm but her mind was in a dark place. Recently when Hannibal left her to get some wine she decided to wander off in his house because she liked his house, it was big and he had a good taste in art, furniture etc.And she found his secret, she was curious enough to go down to the basement and she saw a woman’s arm, chopped off and laying on a wooden table, there was a lot of blood, she left the basement running. 

Y/N went back to the living room and waited for Hannibal, when he came back he knew something was different because it was a test all along. He knew she would go and look and he wanted to know if she was willing to stay and be with him even though she saw that arm. 

He thought he would find his house empty but she was there, sitting with a shocked expression, she smiled when she saw Hannibal and the rest of the night was normal. This was a week ago and she never stopped coming back to him, did he finally found someone who can understand him? And be with him regardless of his flaws…She didn’t know if Hannibal knew that she knew so she decided to sing a song, Hannibal came back to the kitchen, she smiled and kept on singing as she was chopping the onions.

‘’So come here and give me some kisses,

You know I’m very delicious..’’ 

she couldn’t help but look at his face to see his reaction and for the very first time he was an open book. They were silent for a second, like their minds were connected, the air was rich with the smell of fresh ingredients and they both felt a hot wave washing their bodies. He could feel the flush creeping up his cheeks, his brown eyes were locked to her lips, they started on their journey as friends but Hannibal knew he couldn’t keep it that way, with two large steps he was right in front of her and he kissed her.

He finally found the one…

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Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

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

Warnings: Some making out. Mention of death.

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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 10

It was winter, Y/N had a mug of rosehip tea and she was watching tiny snowflakes falling. She was going to visit Will Graham who was in hospita, he had high and after shooting Dr. Abel Gideon he was sent to hospital. She wanted to visit him because he was carrying her sister's secret and Y/N wanted to say thank you in her own way so she made a chicken soup early in the morning. After taking her sweet time to get ready she called a taxi and left her house, she never liked hospitals but she had to endure the awful smell and the sight of sick people. Will was awake and sitting on his bed, ''Hi there, can I come in?'' she asked smiling. Will smiled back, ''Please.'' Y/N walked in closed the door for some privacy. ''I made you chicken soup.'' There was a brown table by the window so she but the tupperware container and set the table quickly. Will joined her, he looked really tired. ''You know, Hannibal came to visit me yesterday and he also brought me soup. You guys are,'' he thought for a better word ''Alike?'' Y/N asked, ''weird.'' Will finished. Y/N rolled her eyes, ''I just wanted to see if you were okay and thank you for... you know.'' Y/N didn't want to address the situation out loud because she feared someone might barge in and hear them. ''Her secret is safe with me.'' Will said giving her a sad smile, he was uncomfortable with it but it as best to keep it hidden, for Abigail's sake. She decided not to stay too long because she wanted to see Abigail so she left him to rest.

As she walked into Abigail's room she noticed Freddie Lounds, they were talking about the details of the book Abigail wanted to write. ''Miss Hobbs, I might need your insight too, after all you were Mr. Hobbs's daughter too.'' she said before she left. Y/N didn't want to be a part of it but she said nothing. Abigail gave her a long hug, whenever she was hiding something she gave long hugs. ''Her secret must be killing her inside.'' Y/N thought, ''Abigail, we need to talk.'' she made her sit on her bed. Y/N held her cold hands, looked into her big blue eyes, ''I know what you did.'' she began, ''And I know how it feels so I'm not judging you. You did that to protect yourself, it was a self defence move. You don't have to hide anything from me anymore.'' Abigail first looked shocked but she figured that Hannibal must have told her, they were too close recently. Warm teares wet her cheeks and she laid her head on Y/N lap, Y/N brushed her soft hair with her fingers, massaged her scalp. Abigail at that point knew that Y/N, Hannibal and Will were the only family she had.

It was a long day, Hannibal called her and asked if she would like to watch a movie at his house, and spent time together and she agreed. It was 8 when she arrived. Hannibal opened the door with a grin, ''Hello love, come in.'' he took her coat and cute red French hat. ''How was your day?'' He asked as they were walking to the living room, ''I went to visit Will and later went to see Abigail. She know I know, about Nick Boyle.'' Hannibal held her tense shoulders, ''Sh needs support and that is waht we will give her.'' she gave him a small peck on the lips. ''So what are we watching?'' She asked as she sat on the couch, ''I know how much you love vintage movies so I got Waltz from Vienna 1934.'' Y/N eyes brightened, ''He remembers.'' she couldn't help but smirk, Hannibal didn't like eating popcorn but he made some for Y/N, brought white wine and hit the play. Y/N took of her choes, got cozy under the red blanket, she could feel his warmth and it was a comforting feeling. This was their first official date and so far Y/N liked it, she never liked expensive first dates because she always felt twitchy. his left hand pulled her closer, now her head was on his chest, she could hear the faint sound of his heart beat through silk layers. The hand on her waist gave her really colourful ideas, but she stopped herself. Few days ago Hannibal asked her to take things slow, he was a real gentleman and an old fashioned man which Y/N admired. Y/N wasn't ready for second base so she actually liked taking things slow, of course they were kissing but that was it. Hannibal started to caress her hair, he could smell her shampoo and her hair felt like silk. Soft, elegant and shiny. He was doing things which surprised himself, he never let a woman be close to him like this. He of course had sexual endeavors but this was more intimitate, she was in his house, drinking his wine, laying under his blanket and enjoying a movie he picked. He took a glimpse at her face and saw her sleeping, her face was a blank slate but cheeks were pink ''Y/N?'' he silently called but there was no answer, the turth was he didn't want her to wake up and leave. He turned off the tv, got up and slowly picked up, as he climbed the stairs he stopped when he reached the hall, his first thought was to move her to the guest bedroom but that wasn't what he wanted. He walked to his bedroom, the door was already open, he placed her on his bed gently, took a step back and took a mental picture because later he put the satin blanket over her body and went to his study room to draw that mental picture. Yes, he was drawing her for days now, he finished three paintings of her. The first one was a drawing of her singing in the museum, the second one was when she sang at his house for his guests and the third one was when she was sitting on her couch, looking vulnerable and scared. However this one would be more daring he felt.

Y/N woke up slightly feeling his  arm around her waist and opened her eyes, morning light was coming through the window, passing the curtains. Hannibal was asleep, his hand was loosely on her waist, she remembered falling a sleep but not remembered how she got there. The thought of Hannibal carrying her sent heat to her cheeks and she moved but his grip got tighter. It was still too early but she wanted to get up, make coffee and prepare breakfast for them. She wanted to impress him with her cooking skills, she was as silent as she could be and she left the bed, washed her face in his bathroom which looked aesthetically pleasing and went downstairs. Hannibal's fridge was full so she decided to make mini sesame zucchini loaves, bacon and eggs, and she found fresh oranges to make a healthy juice.  She was singing and cooking, walking around quick to finish and ready everything before he woke up but Hannibal was already awake. He came donwstairs to see her and the image of her in his kitchen was something he found pleasing. He was standing on the treshold, arms crossed and watching her. Her voice was smooth, hitting every night with an elegance.

''Morning love.''

She turned to see him, he look tall and proud, lips puffy, ''Morning doc.'' she teased. Hannibal hugged her from behind and inhaled her scent, his nose tickled her neck, ''I see you're fixing breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day.'' he came close to see the bacon and eggs,  the zucchini loaves were still in the oven. ''Abigail always loved my cooking, I wish she was here.'' He could feel her tense body, ''One day she will and we'll be a true family.'' his words sent waves of warmth to her body, ''You really think so?'' now she turned to see his face. ''Yes. I consider you as family Y/N, it will be interesting to guide and support Abigail to her future together.'' Y/N could feel tears building, she pulled her neck towards her kissed him fiercely. Hannibal pushed her to marble surface of the kitchen, his hands easily lifted her and she sat on the cold marble. Her legs were hooked on his waist, tongues fighting. She loved the feeling of his plump lips, his hands travelled on her body slowly and found their way inside of her shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra and that excited him. His fingers lightly brushed her breasts but didn't touch and she whined into his mouth, that excited him too. ''If we keep going... I won't be able to stop.'' He said into her ear, left kisses on her exposed neck, and the click sound stopped them, breakfast was ready. He reluctantly pulled away, she could see he was fighting his inner battel, ''You wanted to take things slow Hannibal.'' she jumped off and walked to the oven. ''I know.'' And he cursed at himself mentally.

Later Y/N went to her house, Will Graham visited Hannibal at his office. He had this crazy idea to take Abigail Hobbs back to Minnesota and take her to places just in case if she rememberes anyhting useful to FBI, Hannibal didn't like the idea, he stopped Will when he asked wether Y/N would like to come too. Y/N was his red line, and he better not cross it. ''Y/N is a busy woman who will perform at an event soon, it won't we wise to distract her Will. On the other hand it isn't wise to take Abigail with you, she suffered enough.'' Hannibal protested, taking a sip from his pink wine. ''There is a copycat killer out there Hannibal, I have to catch him and Abigail is the key.'' Will seemed like he wouldn't change his mind, and Hannibal got curious, ''Let's see what will happen.'' He was the copcat killer, he was the killer Will and FBI were looking for and it gave him a god-like satisfaction to see that they weren't able to catch him.

After two days Y/N got a call from Jack Crawford himself, he didn't say why but he asked her to come to the station. She hoped for the best but there was a bitter taste in her mouth, something was off. As she walked inside people were giving her weird looks, like she did something bad, Alana Bloom greeted her with a cold expression, ''Please follow me.'' she led her to a room where Jack and Hannibal were standing, Alana closed the door behind her. ''What's wrong?'' Y/N asked worried, ''Miss Hobbs please take a seat.'' Jack said, he was sitting behind his desk, Y/N sat next to Hannibal. ''Abigail Hobbs is missing and we believe that she is-'' He cleared his throat, ''she passed away.'' All the air left her lungs, a plaintive voice left her dry lips. ''W-what?'' ''And we believe Will Graham had something to do with the situation, he'll be interrogated soon.'' Jack Crawford kept on talking and explaining that Will Graham vomited her sister's ear on his sink, and they brought him in. She was in a blank state, all she could hear was their voice coming from far far away, she felt Hannibal's hand on her cold one.

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Summary; Feyd has dreams and finally meets you, he is so overhwelmed by emotions that he paints a picture of you with his blood.

Words: 5. 143K

Warnings: War, fighting, weapons, kidnapping.

A/N: Hi guys! I had this one shot fic idea for a while, here you go. Let me know what you think. xxx It resembls your request to I hope you'll like it babe @ilikefeydrautha

‘’We’re under attack!’’  Your fellow Fremen yelled and with his voice everyone around you geared up in a second. Ever since the fall of House Atreides you have been in numerous battles with the House Harkonnen. At first Duke Leto’s son Paul and his mother Jessice were refugees under your roof, thankfully they grew accustom to your way of life and since then they have been a great help. With their help and strategy you and your people won every battle against Glossu Rabban, however, with the change in command you met someone new. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, Baron’s youngest nephew. He was much more unpredictable than his older brother Rabban and much more vicious. One night, Jessica, now Fremens’ Reverend Mother, had gathered you and other important soldiers to give information about Feyd-Rautha and you felt your blood run cold even in the hottest planet in the entire galaxy.. he was psychotic. Since you were the daughter of a skilled warrior you were trained as such, and you had responsibilities; leading your people in these dark times. Unfortunately these dark times have been unstoppable.

The first time you had encountered him was at the desert.

You and your group had been trying to steal spice, well, it couldn’t be considered as stealing if it was your own planet.. the Harkonnen soldiers attacked. The open field had turned into a grave, crimson color spread on the sun dust sand which turned it into mud. After slaying a soldier you were pushed to the ground by a kick but you managed to get back up quickly, you were like a garden snake, swift and like liquid, but your opponent was a viper. He was covered in black head to toe but you could tell he was from a higher rank since he got some medals on his broad chest, a worthy opponent to kill and leave his body to Shai-Hulud.

You attacked but he pushed back, under the fire sun you fought, with his elbow he managed to punch back your helmet and it fell to the sand, your face exposed to him…

He didn’t attack but circled you like a predator who is contemplating what to do to his prey. He did something which surprised you.. he removed his helmet and tossed it aside. You took a step back in revelation, thanks to Reverend Mother’s description you knew who your opponent was… Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen himself. The monster who put you and your people in this situation.

Why wasn’t he attacking? His blue eyes under the sun gave the impression of two shiny diamonds, piercing through your skin like the heat. As he circled you and came to a stop he leaned closer, you didn’t know what to do or to say, he made sure to leave a safe distance between the two of you but he was much more closer than before. ‘’Pleasure to meet you, desert flower.’’

The ships to help Harkonnens were approaching and your commander ordered for you and other Fremen to fall back. As you ran you could feel his diamonds on your back, mapping you, his presence made you uneasy and questioning his behavior.. why didn’t he attack?

After meeting him flesh and blood you went to Reverend Mother Jessica, you were hesitant at first, she was on the ground, you could smell the spice coffee she had, the walls of her room held handmade carpets, Jessica’s baby bump getting more and more visible each day, ‘’Come forth young girl.’’ Her voice wasn’t the same as the first week she had been with them, more in charge and demanding. ‘’I am disturbing your meditation, I shall take my leave.’’ You said, regretting that you even went to her in the first place, you were covered in sand and blood, your face burning with embarrassment and the exposure you had from the sun, Jessica’s blue eyes were magnetizing, ‘’Sit.’’ She used the voice on you and you found yourself sitting in front of her, ‘’I’ve heard you had to fall back. What happened?’’ Jessica asked, her question had under tones of deep curiosity for something else.  ‘’We were ambushed.’’ You shortly replied. ‘’You have met him, haven’t you?’’ with the mention of him Jessica noticed the change in your posture, you were alert. ‘’Be not afraid child, he cannot reach you here. Now, pray ell. What happened?’’

You found yourself giving each detail to her.

‘’So chose not to attack you… how strange..’’ Jessica was more talking to herself than you, ‘’You are dismissed.’’ And you left without getting any explanation of answers.

Ever since that incident you kept battling him or his soldiers, you were so fed up with the situation that you prayed to Shai-Hulud to end this war one way or another… you would come to realize in near future that when one prays for something one should be specific.

The second time you have seen him was at the skirts of the palace which Harkonnens had built 80 plus years ago when they first sent to your planet by the emperor. How you loathed the man.

You and your team’s plan was to provoke the Harkonnens by bombing their walls, creating damage and most importantly pissing them off. You couldn’t finish planting all of the bombs because alarms started to go off but that was enough anyway, it was close to dawn. Your fellow Fremen were brave and fighting the enemy like drinking fresh water… insanely devoted.

A bulky man was your opponent, he had a war, carrying it both of his hands, it was so heavy that whenever he missed hitting you hit the ground you felt its earthquake. You didn’t want to imagine the damage it would inflict on you.. imminent death.

‘’She is mine!’’ you heard a man scream with a raspy voice and in a second the bulk man with the hammer lost his head with a swift blade motion, you jumped back and fell on your arse, the bulky man’s head rolling towards you, you pushed your body back to get away and you saw him. Feyd-Rautha just killed one of his solider and stepped on his dead body to come to you…

You kept slithering back on the sand, the sky was getting brighter with each minute, the heat getting higher. He used his heavy boot to press on your ankle and make you stop getting away from him and you screamed in pain and cursed. With his heavy boot still pressing on your ankle he knelt down to be on the eye level with you, ‘’Hello again.’’ His pale face made him look like he was sculptured by most talented artist of ancient times, his shiny eyes never leaving yours, he then looked at his hand which was holding the blade and then looked back at you. His hand came to your face, you didn’t have your helmet, only a dirty scarf covering your face, except eyes. How did he even knew it was you?

With the tip of the blade he cut open yours scarf and revealed your face to him, ‘’There she is.’’ His voice raw and dominant, it made you shiver in fear and curiosity.

Your ankle was hurting you but you held your face blank as much as you can, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. How could he look so calm and collective while there is a chaos surrounding him, Fremens and Harkonnens fighting to death. You tried to pull your leg but he didn’t budge and it hurt even more, ‘’Why so hasty desert flower?’’ he mocked, you noticed the smirk shaping on his plump lips. You refused to give in so you kept your mouth shut, didn’t want him to get a reaction from you. The tip of his blade traced the strand of your hair, his eyes observing your hair like it was the most important thing in the world. Why was he interested in your hair anyway? With his other hand he grabbed your hair and pulled your scalp, you yelped. He cut few strands of your hair, you froze in your state, he lifted his hand to show you, ‘’Till next time.’’ He got to his feet and left you there.

This time you didn’t go to her, the Reverend Mother came to you, you were in your room applying a soothing gel to your ankle. As soon as you saw her you tried to get up in respect, ‘’Relax child, sit down.’’ You did what you were told. She came to sit next to you on your bed, ‘’I’ve heard some rumors and I wanted to hear the truth from you.’’ And you told her what happened, Reverend Mother Jessica looked deep in thought, calculating. ‘’Maybe there is hope for us yet.’’ She said turning to caress your cheek, like a mother caring for her child, you didn’t understand the ‘’hope’’ in question but these were dark times and your people relied on hope to survive for centuries.

And you were under attack few weeks later of that incident. Guess the Harkonnes needed time to build back the walls you had bombed. But how could they find the secret siech you wondered. Was there a rat among you? There was no time to think, you geared up and left your room to fight, ‘’Get women and children out of here.’’ You told one of your men and moved to the battle, in the common area of the siech your men and warrior women were fighting the monsters, Harkonnen war drums were beating so loud and deep, you felt he vibration in your body. You could see the monsters with torches, burning the messenger birds, birds that you had been taking care of… you found yourself screaming in primal hate and you marched to the closest Harkonnen soldier to kill, you were so quick the man didn’t even see it coming. You sliced his throat like it was nothing and kept moving, slaughtering men after men with your lust for blood your fellow Fremen warriors got the courage that needed, your home was invaded and you had nothing to lose at this point. Or so you thought.

You climbed on top of a rock to see the battle field, you could see Harkonnens popping up from every whole like a bug infestation.

You could also see how your folk falling to the ground, monsters were too many and you had to do something about it and you heard the drums change rhythm. He was coming.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen marched in with soldiers on his left and right, slaughtering men who stepped on his path. He walked like a man who owned the entire galaxy.

You jumped from the rock to keep fighting, you either won or die among your people.

Soon you have come to realize that Feyd was after you, his soldiers were opening the way for him to reach you and you kept changing your location, ‘’Get her!’’ the battle scene was hectic, screams filled your ears, you were covered in blood, you weren’t sure if it belonged to you or someone else.

A hand grabbed you by the hair and yanked you back, a kick came to your knee to make you kneel, you screamed in pain and looked up it was a Harkonnen soldier, smiling down at you like an animal.

Feyd-Rautha came, focused on the man who was still holding you by the hair, ‘’How dare you touch her hair!?’’ his scream made you look at him, with a quick move he cut the man’s hand and the hand dropped, the solider screamed in pain and fell on his knees next to you and Feyd beheaded him.

The man’s blood splashed on your face, you closed your eyes to pray, he was going to kill you, you were sure of it. You have heard that he loved to play with his victims and then kill them, he had play with you long enough, it was your time and you welcomed death.

A woman’s voice was heard and you opened your eyes.

‘’ENOUGH!’’ Reverend Mother Jessica yelled using the voice, her hands up she was standing on the highest rock, ‘’Tonight we shall end this bloodshed once and for all!’’ her voice was so demanding and dominant, everyone stopped and looked at her, including Feyd.

‘’Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, leave our lands, let us harvest spice and end this warfare, and we shall give you what you want.’’

You didn’t believe that this animal could agree on something and leave you all alone.

‘’My terms are this,’’ he began, looking directly at Jessica, everything seemed off putting to you. Like there was something behind this scene.

‘’I will have 90% of the spice. I don’t want any Fremen at the city and outskirts of it. ’’ He said his terms,  Jessica nodded, ’’Then you shall have it. Tonight marks the day-‘’ Feyd caught her speech, holding the room’s full attention,

‘’And I want her, as war prize.’’ He pointed to your direction, you were still on your knees. Your breath caught up in your throat, your fellow Fremen looked at each other in shock, an outsider having a Fremen as a war prize? No way.

‘’Then it is settled.’’ Jessica’s words cut you like a hot blade, you were in hypnotic state, not understanding what was going on. Feyd held your arm to make you stand up and you started to scream like a mad woman.

‘’No, let go of me, no, no!’’ you screams could be heard outside of the siech. Over minutes you were placed on a ship and taken away from your home, your desert.

The doctor inside the ship gave you a glass of water and within seconds you passed out.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen boarded the other ship after he gathered his troops, he had to go back to Giedi Prime, his servants had already sent his belongings back to his home planet, and after tonight he had to go back, report to his uncle and take care of his business there, he had been in Arrakis long enough and since he had established a good spice deal there was no point for him to stay there. He laid on his bed and as he drifted to sleep his mind was on her and how he got her.

Feyd-Rautha was having his breakfast when he received a message, the language was foreign to him so he had to get it translated. In the message it said that Lady Jessica was willing to make truce in exchange of something they both need. Feyd had sent his spies first, he tracked Lady Jessica and they met in secret. At first he thought this was a scam but Lady Jessica had promised to him that they would benefit from this truce.

‘’A little bird told me you have taken an interest in someone… Is it true? If it is then we can come to an agreement.’’ Reverend Mother spoke, there was a safe distance between them, ‘’What if I have? What are you willing to give me?’’ he questioned, his neck moving like a snake, ‘’Leave us alone, have some of the spice so that your uncle wouldn’t get suspicious and you can keep her to yourself. How does that sound?’’

After their secret agreement she gave the directions to the secret siech and they staged the entire battle. If the battle wasn’t realistic no one would believe them.

Feyd didn’t know why but ever since he saw her he kept having these dreams, she haunted him day and night so much so that he found himself drawing her on a gigantic canvas, every time he got a pen and paper he found himself drawing her eyes, her mouth, her hands.. he didn’t believe in coincidences, the universe put her in his path for something…

You opened your eyes in a comfortable bed, the comfort made you question your surroundings since you weren’t used to it, your head was pounding like a hammer to a rock, you slowly sit and look around. You were in a big room, the walls were black, also the furniture, the bed you were in was bigger than your own bed and the fabric made it feel like liquid running through your skin, your hand went to your head and noticed the dampness on your hair, you smelled your hair and it smelled like roses.. when you noticed your lace night gown you jumped to your feet, it was long and had laces, you ran to the nearest tall mirror and looked at your reflection, you had bruises due to the fight.. yes the battle. You tried to remember what had happened..

The fight

Reverend Mother and Feyd-Rautha’s agreement…

Everything came back to you like a running stream…

So that wasn’t a nightmare, you were actually kidnapped and brought somewhere you do not know. You walked through the open doors of your room’s balcony, the sun was out but something was different. Everything looked black and white and you were surely not in Arrakis anymore, how long have you slept? Most importantly who bathe you and made you were this gown, as you stood there watching troops walk into the fortress you were trapped in you noticed how black the walls of the fortress, this wasn’t a friendly planet.

The metal doors of the room you were trapped in opened wide by two guards who were covered in black, a bald female servant walked in, her head was low, and in front of her there was an another woman who was older than the servant, she wore doctor’s uniform but it was also black like other people’s clothing. ‘’I am here to examine you, my lady.’’ You were standing on the threshold of the balcony watching them ‘’Lady?’’  you thought, ‘’Please sit.’’ The old woman said with an authoritative tone, she was also bald, you immediately moved away from them, you looked around to find a weapon but the room was so basic you started to panic, ‘’My lady, please calm down.’’ The old woman warned, you started to scream like a savage and threw the lamp on the nightstand by the bed you woke up in, the old woman covered her face with both of her hands, she was carrying a leather bag, ‘’My Lady please, I have to run some tests and give you hormonal vitamins to make you more fertile-‘’

You froze, ‘’fertile’’ for what? Your panic grew more in your stomach and chest, the room was suffocating you.

You wished you were on the desert, the scent of spice in your nostrils, riding a sandworm. You threw whatever you could find, you didn’t even utter a word you simply screamed at them.

Soon the doctor and servant left you alone, you could hear the heavy lock on the doors.

You were marching up and down when your doors opened again, and you saw him. Followed by the doctor and the servant girl again, ‘’My Lord,’’ the doctor began, they were watching you rather examining you like an exotic animal. ‘’She has been difficult.’’ The doctor said looking him but Feyd-Rautha’s blue eyes were fixated on you. He was in more casual clothing, his hand behind his back, he seemed more in his element here, ‘’Leave us.’’ His raspy voice made you shiver, with his order they left the room and when the doors locked you were alone with him.. in a room where you are trapped.

You didn’t say anything but watched him, he looked around, ‘’Don’t worry you’ll be moved to a better place once I get things done.’’ He was talking as if you were his friend or.. someone close to him…

You refused to speak. He was walking around the room, ‘’We’re in Giedi Prime, my home planet.’’ He began coming closer to you, you found yourself walking back slowly. Being in his presence was something you experienced before but it was always in a battle, he looked so calm and collective when there was no chaos.

He came to a stop when he noticed your trembling form, even though you looked sacred you had this fighter aura, he knew no matter what you would be ready. ‘’Let the doctor help you, I chose her specifically because I don’t want any man to touch you.’’ His confession startled you, his pinky finger coming up to your face to removed a strand of hair away from your face, ‘’More beautiful close up.’’ He was more talking to himself as if he was in trance of a witch, ‘’Let them serve you.’’ His eyes moved away from your hair to your face. And with that he turned and left, his march echoing in the room and halls of the fortress.  

You let the doctor and maids help you, your maids explained that this will be your room for a while, they emphasized on the word ‘’for a while’’ you watched the doctor injecting liquid in you so many times, you felt your body like a puppet, being shoved around by people around you.. well.. if you could call them people. What made you curios is that man and women were all bald, skinny and the fear in their eyes were showed you the menace of House Harkonnen. For centuries they brought nothing but suffering to the people they own. And you were one of them now, someone they own.. not even a someone anymore, just a relic to add  Feyd-Rautha’s collection.

‘’My Lady,’’ one of the girl approached, she had a black dress that showed her rank, she was a maid, you turned to her, her head was down, ‘’You can look at me’’ this was the first time in hours you have spoken which startled the poor little girl, she slowly raised her gaze, she had jet black eyes, ‘’If you would like to see the fortress I can escort you.’’ Her offer med you smile in pain, even the servants pitied you it seemed. ‘’I would love that.’’

Together you left the room you occupied, you have heard so many storied about House Harkonnen’s fortress but nothing compared to what your eyes witnessed. A magnificent jet black fortress, standing proud and tall in the center of the city, walls, floors were mostly made from obsidian, Harkonnens didn’t understand much of furniture and decorating but they knew how to be intimidating.

Guards were at every door, the servant girl showed you the throne room, it was a grand hall with a black throne and steps to reach to it, you felt the thin carpets under your feet, ‘’They are human skin my lady.’’ The girl explained and you could feel your body freeze in disgust, ‘’Animals!’’ you muttered under your breath, ‘’Can we please go somewhere else?’’

The girl took you to the courtyard, you were expecting to find trees or flowers, even in Arrakis some regions had desert plants but here… you found none. Just an open space with pearl white floors and statues, sitting places and guards.

‘’Follow me my lady.’’ The girl said and you followed suit, you walked back into the fortress, this was a prison and you were sure of it now, more than ever. Your heart yearned for your home, the smell of spice in the sand, riding your sand worm, your community…

What you noticed was that as you walked servants bowed to you, and they kept calling you

 ‘’My Lady’’

You weren’t a lady, you were just a member of a Fremen family who were powerful and influential. Your ancestors were fighters and so are you.

‘’My lady, please wait here, I will fetch you in a minute.’’ The girl bowed and left her in a small library, this must be a personal library. You walked around and read the titles of the books, some were in different languages that you don’t know, some Chakobsa, your native tongue.

You loved the smell of books and tranquility this room held, you felt at ease, as you were walking around you saw a door, it was slightly opened, something in you warned but your curiosity got the best of you and with caution you approached to the wooden door, you were surprised that this fortress had wooden doors because they were mostly metal or stone.

With your left hand you opened the room and thankfully no one was there. It was a small room, as soon as you entered you could smell the carpet’s scent.. it was spice, most likely came from your home planet. The walls were also wooden and dark red, by the wall you saw a huge canvas, it was covered with a dirty white sheet, near the canvas a set of brushes and painting materials were on display, you wondered who was the owner of this painting room.

Your Fremen senses were begging you to leave but your feet approached to the canvas and your hand grabbed the dirty sheet to reveal the painting behind it and what you saw made you take a step back and inhale in shock.

The painting was mostly finished, on the surface you saw Arrakis’s desert, sun was setting and you were standing in the middle, in your warrior suit and yet your hair was loose, as you observed the painting you noticed the crimson color on your hair, you got close and you could smell it.. it was blood. Someone was painting you and used blood to paint your hair… but why?

Even though the entire situation made your heart beat in fear you were also in awe of the painting. Whoever did it must be a great artist, the details of you and Arrakis were uncanny.

You and the painting version of you were staring at each other, you were captivated by the entire painting when you heard the sound of the door closing behind you and you jumped in fear. When you turned you saw him, locking the door and leaning his back against it, his hands behind his back, a strange calmness on his pale face.

‘’You shouldn’t be here desert flower.’’ His raspy voice was low and serene.

His sleeves were rolled up and you noticed the knife scars on his hands and wrists, ‘’I should thank your maids for they know how to make dresses fit you so well.’’

And you lowered your head to look at the dress they had made you wear, a dark blue dress with open chest and back, the cut on the chest would made any men lower their eyes on your firm bosom. The fabric was satin and to Feyd it made every male being on this planet to crave to feel it on you and he loathed that idea.

You noticed that he put the key into his pocket and his posture got tall, now his hands were in his pockets, ‘’Do you like it?’’ he mentioned the painting but you kept your silence, you never uttered a word to him directly and you could see it was driving him mad. He exhaled in annoyance, ‘’Until I met you I have never believed in fate, dreams or any prophecies really,’’ he began approaching to the tall window, his back was turned to you know, ‘’What I knew was that the world was black and white, strong and weak, dominant and submissive…’’

You walked away from the painting and put a safe space between you and him, even if it meant you would be at the corner of the room, ‘’Before I left Giedi Prime to govern Arrakis I had a dream,’’ you could sense how thrilling he was to tell you the story, ‘’In the dream I saw you, all I thought was that I had a dream of some random girl, and that was it… but when I saw you first time on the battle field…  when your helmet fell off I didn’t know what to do desert flower, there you were.. the girl from my dream.’’

‘’That’s why you didn’t attack me.’’ You gasped in shock, your folk believed in dreams and prophecies but you had never expected to find yourself in one. As soon as you spoke he turned to you with a smile, a brutal smile on his plump lips, ‘’Yes!’’ he exclaimed with such happiness it confused you, ‘’I have spoken to every Bene Gesserit that I could find and finally Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam came to my rescue…’’

He was starting to take steps towards you, your feet moved to the back and you felt your back make contact with the cold wooden wall, you felt the shiver but you didn’t know if it was because of the wall or his dark aura approaching.  He came to a stop, just few inches between you and him, you had to look up to meet his blue eyes, his eyes were naturally blue not because of spice and it was the first example you have seen in your life. You remembered the oceans Paul told you one night, if those oceans were true than they have a competition because his eyes were more alluring than any ocean can offer. Up this close you could smell his body, gun powder and mint, it was strong.

‘’I had to have you desert flower,’’ back of his fingers traced your cheek and you could feel your face heat up with the tender action. ‘’We are meant to be together. Can’t you see?’’ he started to sound irritated when you didn’t reply to him, you could only stare at his ocean eyes, he pulled you to face the painting, he was standing behind you, one of his hand wrapped around your waist and pulling you to his front body, ‘’Look at her, such a strong and wild creature,’’ he mentioned the painting, ‘’you and I, we are meant to rule Arrakis, two bodies one soul.’’ He had a point, you looked very courageous in the painting. His other hand went to caress your hair, you could feel his nose, smelling.

‘’Say something.’’ He said with a sharp tone, he turned you to face him, holding you by your upper arms, shaking you, ‘’Say something!’’ he raised his voice and when he saw how sacred you were you witnessed the sorrow in his eyes, ‘’I apologies you must be-‘’

‘’Yes.’’ You replied and his orbits grew large with satisfaction, ‘’I will be on your side.’’

''Prove it.'' he said desperately, you lookd around and found a tiny knife, you cut your palm looking into his eyes, and held his hand to cut his palm as well, blood was dripping but you didn't care. You entwined your hands together. With a pleaseing smile he leaned in for a kiss.

Thank you so much for reading. :)

Okay I just had an amazing idea! Imagine reader as Hannibals patient and both of them meeting in an online portal similar to tattle crime where you can chat privately, they start talki g and develop like a relationship but for the sake of their identities they keep their real names out of the chat when one day the reader texts hannibal that they're at the psychiatrists office with a picture of the floor attatched, Hannibal obviously realizes its the floor of the waiting room, during the session he acts like nothing happened but at the end of their session hannibal adresses the reader by their username. The rest is up to you!

A/N: Hi, thank you for this request I really loved the idea. I changed it a bit because we all know that Hannibal would never leave anything to chance, of course he is gonna stalk you babe ;)

Warnings: Stalking.

Words: 1.442K

It was late in the evening, Baltimore’s  cold weather made you stay under your fuzzy blankets with a hot cup of tea. Your laptop on your lap, you logged onto your account in Tattle Crime. It was a blog about your city’s newest crimes, recently you have been on that blog a lot, there was a serial killer on the loose, people were wither sharing info or commenting about the gruesome  murders. Everyone was talking about the ‘’Chesapeake Ripper’’ you’ve always been interested in serial killer’s mindsets so Tattle Crime was a useful blog on that to feed your curiosity, how you were oblivious to what’s to come…

You read some articles which compares the Chesapeake Ripper to other serial killers and you left a comment under it, saying that comparing is false, because he is something we have never seen before etc. It was your honest opinion, his killings and presentation of the bodies were more meticulously sophisticated. You referred to the killer as ‘’him’’ due to the fact that most serial killers were male.

You opened a new tab and surfed on the internet, you were watching your favorite old Hollywood movie when you had a notification from Tattle Crime. The blog had dm box so that users could communicate which you never used before but someone sent you a text. The user didn’t have their name, their handle was ‘’Botticeli’’ the last name of the famous painter, Sandor Botticelli, your handle was ‘’Hekate’’ the witch goddess. You didn’t like putting your real name out there and appearently so did the person who messaged you.

‘’I am interested in your thoughts regarding the Chesapeake Ripper, I would love to hear more if that is convenient for you.’’

It was strange but you loved to chat about your favorite topics, since you weren’t busy you decided to text back.

‘’Hello, of course. I would love to chat about him, he is such an enigma.’’ You sent and waited, for some reason your hands went cold, you had a strange sensation in your stomach.

You had messaged a stranger online for 4 hours, the conversation was vibrant and it was obvious that the guy you were texting was knowledgeable, you learned that he was a 40 year old man, living in Baltimore, you told him your age, you were at university, you and him respected each others’ private life so not much info were exchanged other than nice conversation about art, literature and murder. Later you said your good nights and you turned off your laptop and went to bed straight, you had morning classes.

It was snowing, you had dark circles under your eyes but you made effort in your appearance, you wore a nice winter dress with long boots, hair tied and a light make up to cover the tiredness. In the mean time Doctor Hannibal Lecter was on his office, getting ready for his patient. He was facing his laptop’s screen, on the screen he had information you, thanks to his work with the FBI he had privileged access to get peoples info. He learned your address, university, your Instagram, everything. He decided to message you again.

You were at the cafeteria, eating and looking at your notes when you got a notification, the stranger you had a nice conversation with last night messaged you again. ‘’I apologies for keeping you up so late last night, I hope you had some sleep, good morning.’’

You couldn’t help but smile, he was formal yet you could sense some kind of kindness and concern.

‘’Hey, no need to apologies. I enjoyed our conversation last night. Morning!’’

For days you messaged back and forth, everyday without being to open, he told you his day, and you told him about your day, over the days you learned his habits, he was an early bird, loved to read and keep his mind busy, he also mentioned the dinner parties he throws every once in a while. You were intrigued, but kept your cool.

After a month you were having mental problems, your assignments were too much and you had some problems from your past, ever since you mentioned your problems he was being more kinder than usual, he was giving you affirmations such as;

‘’You are a smart girl, you can do it.’’

‘’I believe in your abilities.’’

You liked the way he talked to you. Neither of you asked for a phone number or even an email address which felt safe.

One day he suggested that you should see a psychiatrist, since he had access to your university he could see your grades and they were dropping and he didn’t like that. He wanted you to succeed.

He sent you a list of psychiatrists and made some recommendations, you were falling into his trap and he was enjoying it, he wanted to see you and this was the opportunity. You said you would think about it and in order to give you some time he said it was okay.

When you had a melt down while studying you decided to think about Botticelli’s list of psychiatrist and you sent a mail to the Doctor writing that you needed an urgent session, thankfully Doctor Lecter replied quickly, you were too busy to notice how odd it was to reply to you in a minute. He wrote that tomorrow at 6 would be convenient for him, it was convenient for you too because your classes end at 5 pm. Of course he knew that and you would be his last patient of the day.

After your classes you got on the bus and went to the Doctor’s office. You clung to your long coat and walked into the building, the warmth welcomed you, there was a desk but no secretary was in the view, you knocked on the grey door and waited, your heart beating at a rapid speed.

A tall man opened the door, his three piece suit made him look intimidating, he was standing proud and tall.

‘’Miss Y/L/N I presume?’’ he questioned, his maroon eyes scanning you, he was really good at hiding his excitement, there you were, the woman he had been messaging over a month was standing right before him. ‘’Dr. Lecter, it’s a pleasure to meet you.’’ You extended your hand and he gladly took it, he noticed how soft your hands were, there was a certain feeling in his chest, ‘’Please come in.’’

His office was grand, the fire place was lit which gave the room a cozy feeling and yet it resembled the museum, formal. You sat on the leather armchair and he sat opposite with his leather notebook and silver pen. He started the conversation, as he was speaking he made notes of her manners and behavior, you had a simple jeans and a black top, even though your outfit was normal Hannibal found you elegant like a swan.

During your session you had a feeling as if you have met him before, he was kind but his voice and his demeanor made you think before you speak, thankfully he made you comfortable by talking art and literature, his replies sounded familiar, you thought as if you were talking to your new online friend.

‘’Dr. Lecter, I must say I’m here because one of my friends recommended you to me.’’ You confessed, ‘’Oh, did your friend ever came to me before for a session?’’ he asked looking curious as if he wasn’t about to reveal himself to you.

‘’No, I mean I’m not sure, he is an online friend so..’’ you replied shortly, looking around.

‘’Oh really, Hekate?’’

You froze, did he just addressed you by your username on Tattle Crime?

‘’I-I’m sorry..?’’ you stuttered, you must have heard it wrong.

He placed the notebook and pen on the nearby table and stood up, fixing his clothes he came up to you, you had to look up, he extended his hand to you, ‘’Botticelli,’’ he said, ‘’Nice to finally meet you in person, I must say, I didn’t expect such a beauty, your intellect matches your divine face.’’

Your first reaction was to get up and run to the door, it was locked.

You turned to face him, his hands in his pockets, he was smiling ear to ear, ‘’You wound me Hekate, I thought you liked me.’’ he started to walk to you, your back pressed to the locked door, he stood before you, one of his hands found your heated cheek, with the back of his hand he caressed it gently, ‘’Do not be afraid, all I want is for you to be mine.’’

Hey! I love your Hannibal fics so I came for a request. Reader is good friends with Will and meets Hannibal but Reader is naturally shy and quiet, Hannibal decides to help her open up with a bit of flirting and rewards her at the end of the night with the long awaited kiss!

A/N; Hi! Thank you for this request, i really missed writing about Hannibal, our gentleman husband material king. lol. Enjoy.

‘’Come one it’ll be fun.’’ Will Graham, your childhood best friend told you while he was parking his car, you came to visit Will, it was an habit of both of you, whenever you were free you would visit each other, talk and spend few days together. Will considered you as his family and so did you. ‘’But I’ve never met the guy. What if they don’t like me?’’ you asked pushing your sweaty palms on your dress, you were nervous. Will finally parked the car, ‘’Look,’’ he turned to face you, his blue eyes held nothing but admiration and love. ‘’I know that this years was hard for you, you need to loosen up and meet new people, plus my friends are kind and intelligent. They would love to chat with you. Hannibal is the host of this party, he loves throwing elevated and sophisticated parties, you and him have a lot in common. Shall we?’’

It was late, the weather was cold but you didn’t mind because a servant opened Hannibal Lecter’s door and took your coats. You could see a lot of people chatting, drinking and laughing, the fire place was lit and the atmosphere made you feel like you are at a ball in 1800s, you loved it. ‘’Let me introduce you to Jack and Alana. I work with them.’’ Will shortly explained and guided you towards a tall, bald man and a beautiful woman, Will mentioned Alana few times before and he was right, she was breathtakingly charming. ‘’You are the childhood friend he keeps talking about,’’ Alana’s eyes got bigger with excitement, ‘’I’m sure you have a lot Will’s embarrassing moments. Do tell us.’’ You chuckled, she was easy to talk to. Since they made you feel welcome you decided to fulfill Alana’s wish. You started to share the story of how Will got himself in jail when you two were 15. At that moment you didn’t feel shy, you were seen by Will’s friends and felt accepted, what made you nervous was at the end of the story while everyone was laughing a tall man with a distinctive voice said; ‘’I would love t hear more of your stories.’’ He came next to you extending his hand, his other hand was holding his drink, you felt your cheeks go red, hesitantly you took his hand, you were expecting a simple hand shake but he kissed your hand and said ‘’Hannibal Lecter, the host of today’s event. Welcome to my domain.’’ His voice was so strange to you, his maroon eyes watched your mimics, ‘’Y/N Y/L/N. Will’s friend.’’

''I must say Miss Y/L/N, you look ravishing in that dress. Gold is your color.'' you felt a sudden warmth in your lower abdomen, ''Thank you.'' your voice was a whisper.

For a split second his dark eyes travelled on your dress, you were wearing a gold colored dress,

high heels and a simple make up. Hannibal was watching you across the room for a while, he was chatting with his former colleges when you and Will entered his house, Will mentioned that he would bring his friend to today’s party, Hannibal didn’t mind, the more the merrier. While you were telling the story Hannibal picked up on your shy demeanor. He wanted to say hi and welcome you but his friends kept him busy and he never likes being rude so he listened to his friends while keeping a safe eye contact to your group. He was intrigued by your presence and now that he is close to you now he could smell your perfume, it smelled like cinnamon and vanilla, sweet and seductive at the same time. ‘’I’m delighted to make your acquaintance Ms. Y/L/N.’’ He was formal yet the sparkle in his eyes and the way he kissed your hand felt more than formal. You noticed that he held his posture gracefully and every word coming out of his mouth were thought. He got you a drink, ‘’Thank you.’’ You simply said, eyes lingering on his lips and then your attention turned to Alana and Will, tey were talking about a recent case, since all of them were working together they had this habit to talk about their cases even when they’re outside of work, you didn’t want to be rude so you listened to them but the more they talked about murder and disgusting details you felt like your stomach couldn’t take it anymore. ‘’Excuse me.’’ You excused yourself, leaving the empty glass on a silver tray that a woman was holding. You asked the woman where is the balcony, you needed fresh air. Quickly you climbed the stairs and when you opened the glass door you took a deep breath, it was a huge space where no one discovered so you felt relaxed. You came close to the marble rail and touched the could material, tonight was cold indeed. As you felt the cold air travel on your body you didn’t notice that Hannibal came and closed the doors so that no one can disturb you. ‘’I do apologies for the tedious conversation you had to witness.’’ You were startled, he came standing next to you, his arm brushing your bare one, ‘’As you know we work together to solve murders, again I’m sorry. I hope you don’t misjudge me.’’

He could sense your shyness, this was new to him because before you, Hannibal had strong partners in his life, so shy one like you caught his attention, ‘’You don’t have to apologies Doctor Lecter.’’ He gave you a look and you corrected yourself, ‘’Right, Hannibal. It’s your life, of course you have to talk about it.’’ Hannibal noticed how understanding you can be, ‘’Thank you, I must be frank with you.’’ He caught your attention, ‘’Your very presence has intrigued me the moment you walked into my house,’’ now you two were facing each other, your cheeks were red and hot, he lifted his fingers to trace your left cheek, he felt the warm sensation, when he realized you had no objections to his touch his thumb traced your bottom lip, ‘’may I?’’ he asked, with that he surprised himself. There was something about you that he needed to figure out. You forgot how to form words so you nod slightly and he leaned in to kiss your soft lips, both of you were caught up in the moment.

Thank you for reading. :)

Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

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

Warnings: Hostage situation. There is a serial killer called ‘’The Farmer’’ 

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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 2

Y/N had a massive headache when she woke up, she was in a hospital room, there was a serum bag attached to her vein in her arm. Her first thought was Abigail, she sat and looked around, there was no one, the door was open. She left the bed and looked at the serum, the liquid was half empty. Before she could rip it off a sweet accent was heard, ''That wouldn't be the best idea.'' she turned to look at the man, she remembered him. ''You were in my sister's room.'' Her throat was dry, it was hard for her to speak. The man who was standing closed the distance between them, he had a glass of water, ''Yes, now let's get you back to bed and I'll explain everything.'' she smelled his manly cologne, his clothes looked expensive and stylish. He had a calm voice and Y/N liked it, reluctantly she sat on the bed with the help of that man, he extended his hand so that she could drink the water, he didn't let go and Y/N held his big hand while drinking it. She couldn't help but stare at his brown eyes, he was also looking at her eyes, when she was done the tall man traced her lips to get rid of the wetness which water left and put the glass away. ''I'm doctor Hannibal Lecter, I was at the crime scene and saved your sister. Pleasure to meet you Miss?'' he extended his hand, ''Y/N Hobbs, thank you for saving her, and thank you for catching me before I hit the ground. I don't know why I fainted.'' Hannibal garcefully sat on her bed, his hand was close to her hand, she could feel the warmth. ''You were in shock and your body couldn't cope with the pain. Now, you will stay until that liquid is fully in your body.'' He pointed the half empty plastic serum bag, ''But I want to see my sister again.'' ''I know but you have to recover first, doctor's orders. I'm afraid I have to leave, but I'm sure I will be seeing you again.'' He left quickly, he was right and she waited impatiently but when the serum bag was empty she called for a nurse to help her get it off.

 Hannibal Lecter had a patient to see, that's why he left. He was informed by Alana that Abigail had a sisters and he was expecting to see her. The only thing he didn't expect was her fainting but he was quick enough to catch her, she fell right into his arms and closed her deep eyes like falling asleep in a lover's arms. ''This will be interesting.'' Hannibal thought and opened the private door for his patient.

Y/N walked to her sister's room and saw a curly haired man with Alana Bloom. ''Hello Ms.-'' Alana began kindly but Y/N stopped her, ''Please, it's Y/N. I assume you are Will Graham.'' she extended her hand, ''I killed your father why are you being kind to me?'' Will asked not looking at her eyes. ''Because my mom didn't raise a rude girl. Dr. Alana told me what happened, I guess you did the right thing.'' Will seemed relaxed a little, Alana had a phone call and left the room. ''I know that look.'' Y/N said, Will was looking at Abigail, ''It's the look of guilt Mr. Graham, it'll eat you up so please stop it.'' she got close to him and placed a hand on his tense shoulder. Alana came back, ''We have to leave Will, Jack called.'' Will took his jacket and they left. Y/N spent her day at the hospital, she read a book to her sister, ate at the cafeteria and didn't like the food but she had no choice. When it was evening a doctor came to see Abigail, he was surprised to see Y/N. ''They sent me to run some tests on her.'' He said, Y/N looked at him up and down, he was tall, he had glasses and his ginger head was balding. ''Where exactly?'' 

''Labs are down stairs.'' Y/N, for some reason didn't like the guy, ''I wasn't informed of this.'' she was standing next to her sister. Tall man pulled a gun out of his pocket. ''I didn't want to do this but you forced me. Don't make a sound or I will kill you.'' Y/N raised her hands, ''What do you want from Abigail?!'' The man looked at her with empty eyes, ''Connection.'' Later Y/N was forced to go with him, he was moving Abigail's bed, no one was around and she couldn't scream for help. ''Stop being slow and move!'' She felt the cold steel of his gun on her neck.

''Eldon Stammets FBI!'' Y/N heard Will's voice behind them, Eldon took Y/N as hostage. ''Please help!'' she screamed, trying to get away but he was too strong. ''Y/N don't move!'' Will said and got a clear shot and shoot Eldon on the shoulder, his gun fell to the ground and Y/N pushed it away. ''What were you going to do to them?!'' Will asked, now he was in front of Eldon, ''We all evolve from miselyum and I simply reintroducing them to the concept.'' Eldon replied. ''By burying them alive?!'' Will yelled, he was holding the bed like Y/N, trying to shield Abigail. ''The journalist woman said you understood me.''

''I don't.'' Will replied shortly, ''But you would have. If you walked to a field of miselyum, they know you are there, they know. The spores reach for you as you walk by. I know who you are reaching for, it's mostly Abigail Hobbs. You should've let me plant them, you woul've find them in a field where they were finally able to reach back.'' Y/N couldn't believe that this man wanted to bury them alive. Soon FBI came and took Eldon Stammets. Nurses came to take Abigail back to her room. ''Who the fuck is he?!'' Y/N asked shaking, ''A serial killer who abducts men and women and burries them alive. He used them as fertilizer to grow mushrooms.'' Y/N started to laugh out of shock, ''So I was almost becoming a giant mushroom.'' Will helped her sit down, ''Not just you, also Abigail.'' Y/N noticed that now Will was looking at her eyes, the colour of his eyes were strange because the iris was predominately blue, however she noticed that he had patches of light brown around the pupil and at the edges of the iris. ''The colour of your eyes change depending on the external light. It's beautiful.'' Y/N said admiring them, ''Thank you.''  Jack Crawford cleared his throat, ''Hello Ms. Hobbs, we meet again. How are you feeling?'' young woman rolled her eyes, ''Glad I didn't become a mushroom. Are you here to interrogate me again?'' Jack Cawford understood the sarcasm, ''No, but maybe soon. Good night.'' he left. ''You should go to your home and rest.'' Will said standing up, ''Same goes for you, see you tomorrow Will.'' she was leaving when she heard him, ''What makes you think that we'll see each other?'' Y/N turned to see him, ''You will visit my sister.''

The news reached to Hannibal, he was at his home drinking wine by the fire. He decided to send flowers to Y/N Hobbs because he wanted to be close to the Hobbs sisters whether Abigail knew it was him who called Garrett J Hobbs to tell him that FBI was onto him. While Y/N was at the hospital he found her home address and did a little bit of searching in her apartment, it was clear that she loved flowers, and he found music notes everywhere, ''Is she a singer?'' he wasn't sure.

 He went to his bedroom, the only sound in his dark home was the sound of his expensive shoes. He made a note to remember to send flowers.  Maybe with that kind gesture she will feel close to him and open up about Abigail and her family. He found himself smiling, ''Y/N...'' her name sounded rich and heavy on his tongue.

I am here for family man Hannibal😍👏👏❤❤❤

We love a supportive protective dad in da house! ❤️❤️