The Last Of Us

Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

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

Warnings: None.

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

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Chapter 7

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

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

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

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

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

(This is the dress)

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

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

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

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Coffee Shop

Summary; As a university student in London you were just trying to get to know the city, the beautiful places etc. and a certain gentleman caught your eye.

Warnings; None

Words; 1.125

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Chapter Five, the same day

He gracefully settled, his hands were holding his tea cup, first thing you realized was how big his hands are and you remembered something your gay bestie said about man with large hands, you blushed. ''I thought maybe..'' Tom stopped, he is usually good with words and first impressions but right now.. he found himself lost for words. ''Sorry, allow me to start over,'' he extended his big hand ''I2m Tom.'' you took his hand, it was warm, and smooth. ''Y/N, nice to meet you.'' He noticed your American accent and raised his golden eyebrow in a questioning manner. ''Pleasure is all mine. I assume you're from America.'' He noticed how soft your hand is, he liked it. ''Yes, I used to live in NewYork, came here for college, just few months ago.'' you shortly explained.

''New York? I did a play in there. The city life was something else.'' He chuckled more to himself, you smiled at his blushed cheeks. His face seemed familiar to you, like you saw him somewhere before, ''I'm sorry but you look so familiar... maybe I watched your play, what was it called?''

Tom's theory of you being a fan was false then, however it was good because now he could express himself more freely. ''Betrayal by Harold Pinter.''

''I haven't seen that one but I've read it myself. What was your part?'' you noticed the spark of light in his ocean eyes when you asked him about his job, you made a mental note. ''Robert. We played at Jacob's Theatre, I've read the play when I was a student but to be a part of it years later... I cannot describe how happy I was.'' He looked like a little boy talking about his favorite toy. You loved it.

''In Pinter's world life is a battle,'' you said pushing your notebook aside, ''between men but in Betrayal its 2 men over 1 woman. There are relatable themes about the play, that's why I loved it.'' you finished, he had an expression on his face you couldn't quite place but he looked like he was pleased to hear what you said about the play. You are a smart woman after all.

Talking about plays, theatre, Shakespeare etc. it seemed like it had been only five minutes but when you looked outside oh boy, it was getting late. ''Good Lord,'' Tom expressed exhaling, ''We've been talking for hours. I apologies if I kept you from studying.'' he looked cute when he is nervos. ''No, no not at all. I always choose a good conversation over studying. Plus... I wasn't studying, I was on a job hunt.''

''How did it go?'' He seemed interested, ''Not good, I applied to few places online.'' You looked outside again to change the subject, ''I'm sorry Tom but I have to go. I have classes early tomorrow. I must admit, I loved talking to you.'' you saw his pale face blush deeply, he was a gentleman. He helped you carry your backpack, paid the bill, you refused and wanted to give the money to him but he declined, said you already paid with a friendly and deep conversation. Now you were outside of the coffee shop, it was damn cold. ''I would like to walk with you to the tubs. If that is okay with you?'' You didn't expect that, you thought why not. ''Thank you Tom, you're too kind.''

As you both walked side by side your hand went inside the pocket of your jacket, the drawing was there. ''I enjoyed our talk very much.'' he said again, ''The feeling is mutual Tom, you didn't have to walk here with me though. It's so damn cold in this country.'' He laughed at your reaction, ''So I take it you don't like cold.''

''I hate it.'' You quickly responded which made him laugh again, ''This is nothing compared to the Viking lands.'' You gave him a puzzled look, ''Viking lands?'' you said sarcastically, this time you laughed. ''I hope you'll like London one day, must be different from home?''

''Yes, to be honest I didn't even unpack most of my boxes, its just.. doesn't feel like home, yet. Back at home I have my bestie, my family and friends but here, I have professors, a group of class mates and this random dude I've met from the café.'' You both laughed together, ''How do you like this guy so far, this random dude you've met?'' oh two can play this game Tommy, ''He is alright, I guess. So damn tall my neck hurts.'' on your way to the tubs you both made sarcastic comments about each other, laughed, chuckled and it felt like you were just old friends, you have noticed how comfortable you are at the moment. ''Maybe you need someone to make this city home.'' Tom's comment made you stop walking, ''Never thought about it that way, maybe you're right.'' Tom was testing waters, he didn't want a simple fling with you, you seemed to be a nice person, kind and with a little attitude, he geniuenly enjoyed your company and it wouldn2t hurt to have a new friend.

''This is me.'' you said pulling Tom from his deep thoughts, ''Please get home safely Y/N.'' before you left you held his arm, made him stop. He looked confused, ''I want to give you this. I never thanked you properly before, you know the cake and the earl grey tea.'' It was a folded yellow paper, ''Open it at home. See you soon Tom.''

When Tom got back home he sat on his kitchen stool and opened the paper you gave. It was just was he expected, the drawing. It wasn2t just him, you also drew Bobby, his dog too. He had a dreamy smile on his face, as he stood up to hang the drawing on the fridge he saw the small detail, you wrote your phone number in tiny digits, he had to wear his glasses to see the numbers. Was it too late to call you or text you? He was standing in front of his fridge, holding the drawing and trying to make a desicion. Did he really want a new friend or just something casual? He wasn't sure if he had time for you because in few weeks he had to fly to shoot the new Loki series and... you had no idea about him or his hectic life. It had been a while since he got into a relationship and he got frustrated with himself, it was too soon to think about such things but your smile ade him inhale deeply. You are an intelligent and beautiful woman and Tom would love to have you in his life.

Chapter 6

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

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

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

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Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

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Warnings: Stalking, mention of abuse (slight)

Chapter Three

Bucky was as if someone hammered him on the spot where he left his bike before he walked into the store, it was open for 24/7 so she must be on the night shift, was this her daily routine? During the day she was at the flower shop and at night she was at the store, his dark mind was going to places he couldn’t hinder, ‘’Was she sent by the HYDRA?’’ this couldn’t be a coincidence or was it just fate?

The world was getting smaller and smaller these days, as his mind was screaming at him his body was like a marble statue, unmoving. He was leaning on his bike, the treat he got for Alpine in his leather jacket’s pocket. ‘’Why does she have two jobs?’’ he asked himself, was she paying a debt or she had mouths to feed back at home? He could understand that because he was the eldest of 4 siblings, he had to quit school and start working, his father George Barnes had died and he became the man of the house real quick and then he enlisted in the army when the war broke out. ‘’Was she married? No, too young, plus no wedding ring.’’ As he dwelled on these thoughts he watched people go in, buy things and leave the store. From where he was he could see her standing, smiling at every customer, ‘’Does she have to smile to everyone?’’ a whisper behind his ear, ‘’James! Get a grip, she is no one to you, get back home!’’ another whisper. The next thing he knew he stood there, leaning on his bike till dawn, watching her greeting morning worker and giving him the uniform and then leaving with weary shoulders. Her hands in her jacket’s pockets, her brown bag tucked on her shoulder, she was walking, Bucky’s feet started to move, stealth in his steps, his feet had its own mind apparently. She was across him on the other sidewalk so she didn’t notice a thing, one could hear people waking up and the city becoming alive once again with the first lights of the day. Buses were on duty, people were heading to their jobs, life as normal as it could get. She was a strange creature to him, so calm mannered and focused on her jobs, Bucky could sense that she was a hard-working woman and he liked it but also detest it at the same time. She deserved to lay back and take it easy but she must be in a situation where she had to hustle, Bucky bet that she had side hustles as well.  She wasn’t taking any buses or heading to the subway, she was determined to walk back home and so was Bucky. He wanted to see her building, was it a safe place? As they walked the streets he could see that it wasn’t safe, he hated that. He hated that she wasn’t in a safe environment, he hated that she didn’t have someone to look after her. She reached to a building after 20 minutes of non-stop walking, on their separate walks Bucky noticed few things, how she never looked at any shop windows or street food carts, she must be starving but her head was low, was she ignoring the delicious smells or shiny objects on purpose so that she wouldn’t have to buy or dare to want. Bucky knew how scary to dare to want something because it meant hope, and hope was a dangerous thing . Without even looking around her she walked inside through the brown doors of the building, it was similar to Bucky’s building but shabbier, he waited outside for two minutes and then walked in behind her. He was just going to check her mailbox or maybe find out which floor and door belonged to her, was it crazy? He didn’t answer that question and it hung in his mind, screaming at him.

The inside mailboxes were on the wall, just like any other apartment complex, he found her name and

‘’Y/N Y/L/N’’

Her mailbox was empty, he figured that she must be doing everything online and no one sends letters these days other than important governmental forms. He sighed, he wondered which floor and the door was hers, the elevator was out of order so if it was at the top she must be climbing the stairs still, Bucky stopped before the stairs which were covered with a dirty carpet, one couldn’t tell the color anymore. He sighed again and started to climb the stairs, the building had 5 floors, he quickly climbed the stairs, as he reached the 4th floor he heard and saw a door closing, was it hers? His heart was beating wild, what would have happened if she were to just take the trash out and saw him standing there? He slowly approached the door and saw the number, it was 8.

He wasn’t sure if it belonged to her and he was about to leave and he heard sounds, ‘’Where were you?’’ a man said with a gruff voice, he heard some glasses being moved on the floor, ‘’I was at the night shift.’’ And it was her soft voice but this time she sounded more cautious and alert. ‘’You should’ve told me that you got a second job Y/N!’’ the man said clearly unhappy and he sounded young, couldn’t be her father for sure. His hands were in fists, ‘’I’m going to make breakfast.’’ She replied, and then no sound followed. She must be in a relationship and living together in a shitty apartment. His ears were ringing and he  could feel his blood boiling, Bucky waltzed out of that building, not looking back, if he looked back he knew that he would break down the door and ask why was her wrist bruised.

Y/N’s hands were shaking as she made breakfast, bacon and eggs for Leo and cereals for her, she didn’t have appetite lately. She made coffee and poured orange juice as well for him, he was in the shower, as she looked around she saw empty beer bottles on the small living room, he was invading her space for sure. She picked up the empty bottles and threw them in trash, opened the curtains and windows for fresh air to come and cleans her space, ‘’When did we turn into this?’’ she asked herself, a drunk gambler and his bread winner girlfriend. Leo was in debt and it was a lot, in order to hide he came to live with her but she was telling Melanie that Leo was in love with her and moved in with her. What was she suppose to say? That their love died years ago and she was the only escape he could use? She wasn’t exactly getting young and Leo was the only one she had for years…. She sighed in grief of their deceased love and got back to the kitchen which was connected to the living room, it was a small one bedroom apartment. She was almost finished with her cereal when he came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, he was handsome still with his blonde hair and beard, she used to get butterflies seeing him, she used to forget to breath when she saw him and now all she could think about was the bruise on her wrist. Leo wasn’t like this before, they met in high school, he was the bad boy and she was the nice girl, everyone wondered why Leo was with her, she was getting good grades, respectable young girl… when her parents died Leo was the one who helped her, so she never forgot that, during hard times he was with her but now… things have changed completely. ‘’Huh?’’ Leo’s voice brought back to the reality of her situation, ‘’Nothing, I just zoned out.’’ She replied and smiled but it was a dead one. Leo was too occupied with his bacon and eggs to notice it.

On the other hand, Bucky didn’t remember how he walked back to his bike and rode back home. The ringing in his ear didn’t stop till he reached home and picked up Alpine to calm himself, in chaotic situations or if he ever got triggered he would always pet Alpine, her purring calmed him all the time. ‘’Here Alpine.’’ He said as he got the treat out of his jacket’s pocket and opened the metal can with one quick move, Alpine happily ate the treat and Bucky watched her. ‘’Fuck..’’ he sighed, ‘’She has someone Alpine.’’ He spoke to his cat as usual. ‘’I should stop, shouldn’t I?’’ the cat was eating her delicious treat so he was left with his thoughts on his couch, covered in white fur. He huffed and laid his head back, closed his azure eyes but that didn’t help, he saw Y/N, her smile, her pure face, it was just too much and the fact that he didn’t get any sleep made him feel uneasy, he never slept too much but he needed at least 4-5 hours of it to function properly. Bucky got up, took of his jacket and threw it on the wooden floor and laid on his couch, his flesh arm covering his eyes he tried to get some sleep.

Y/N took a shower, didn’t forget to lock the door. She didn’t want to be disturbed and she knew Leo, no respect for privacy. His presence made her take a quick shower, she used to love getting a shower for a long time but now her body kept rushing her, after shower she wore the clothes she brought in the bathroom, an oversized shirt, baggy shorts, she brushed her hair and dried it. She didn’t have much skincare routine because the products were expensive and she didn’t have a budget to spare right now.. or ever. As she looked at her blurry reflection on the steamed bathroom mirror her mind went back to last night when she saw him. The ‘’Rose Guy’’ it was a nickname Melanie came up with, she chuckled and closed her mouth with her hand immediately, why did she chuckled? ‘’What a coincidence.’’ She said and applied her one and only moisturizer on her face. She wasn’t being honest with herself, ever since she saw him she kept thinking about him, the dark haired and blue eyed stranger looked fascinating to her. He wasn’t a talker unlike her other customers who loved to make small talk with her or Melanie, they loved to tell who were they buying the flowers for or what was the occasion etc. but not him. Something in her hoped to see him again next Monday for roses, when her mind wandered to a place where she was questioning who was the roses for she stopped herself and  got out of the shower, she wanted to sleep before going to the flower shop. Juggling two jobs wasn’t easy and it took a tool on her.

Bucky on the other hand slept for about 2-3 hours and then lifted himself from his couch, Alpine was on the coffee table, watching him, ‘’Hey.’’ He greeted with a rough voice, petted her head and got up, he hit the shower, a quick one and then got dressed, he got his dirty clothes and headed downstairs of the building where the washing machines kept, as he was doing laundry he read a book, he had so many books to catch up and he was reading the Hunger Games, he promised Sam to read the books first and then watch the movies. He was halfway through it and he enjoyed it very much, a messed up society where tributes have to fight to death to win a prize, it sounded very interesting to him. As he was reading he imagined Katniss as Y/N, they were both strong women who have to be tough and get by. He huffed and placed the book aside when his laundry was clean and dry, he got his clothes back and headed upstairs. On his way he saw Mr. Nakajima, ‘’James! Lunch?’’ the old man asked, ‘’Sure Mr. Nakajima, let me put these and I’ll meet you there.’’ The old man nodded and reached for the elevator, he remembered the time where he first met, the elevator wasn’t working and no one was doing nothing about it so he took the liberty and fixed it himself. He was handy with anything, of course he didn’t tell anyone that he fixed it himself and over the months when the washing machines made a problem he tended them, the only good thing came out of HYDRA was his knowledge of fixing things and it came in handy these days.

As he got dressed he headed out, to meet with Mr. Nakajima and eat lunch at their favorite Japanese place which he visited yesterday. Leah was there, talking to him and he entered the place. ‘’Here is your buddy.’’ She announced which made the old man look over his shoulder, ‘’Great! I’m starving.’’ The man said and Bucky sat next to him. They didn’t have to order because Leah knew their classic lunch order so they decided to catch up and the topic came to Bucky being alone. ‘’You should be with someone,’’ Mr. Nakajima said, ‘’Everyone needs someone James.’’ Bucky knew the old man had no ill intentions and just saying this opinions and he was right, the problem was to trust and let your guard down and that wasn’t something he could imagine himself doing and the fact that he was the Winter Soldier and committed number of violent crimes including Mr. Nakajima’s son’s death.. Bucky was intent on being single. He didn’t want anyone to crumble under the burden of his petrifying past. ‘’Don’t you find anyone attractive, boy?!’’ Mr. Nakajima protested and Bucky’s weary head immediately pulled up an image of her, Y/N…

‘’What if I do?’’ he found himself asking which made the old man smile, ‘’Who? Is it Leah?’’ he was excited, one could see. Bucky shook his head as no because Leah just brought their lunch and left with a smile. ‘’Then who?’’

‘’You don’t know her.. to be honest neither do I…’’

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Chapter Four

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Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

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Chapter Five

‘’How was your getaway with Leo?’’ Melanie asked cheerfully, her blond hair smelled like cotton candy, she had a bright smile, she was a college student, even though her family paid for everything she wanted to have a job and she was working just because she was bored, a choice Y/N was never presented to. ‘’It was calm. How was your weekend?’’ she asked to averted the topic from herself, how could she lie and give details when Leo was a no show for 4 days. 4 days of peace for Y/N. Melanie started to tell her everything about the party she went to, the clubs etc. She was living the American college life and it made Y/N happy to see her friend smile and be in the moment, experiencing life to the fullest. Actually, Y/N got accepted to the NYU but couldn’t go due to the financial problems and Leo, she secretly wished she could study one day, maybe once Leo’s debt is paid she could go to NYU… what a dream. ‘’Gosh I need coffee so bad.’’ Melanie got her purse, ‘’Want one?’’ there was a café shop near to the flower shop, ‘’No, thank you.’’ Y/N was changing the water of the flowers that they use to make the bouquets, ‘’I’ll be back in a bit.’’ And she left, but soon the door opened again so Y/N thought that it was Melanie forgetting something so she didn’t look up, however, once she heard a man clearing his throat she looked up, it was him. Standing in his black clothes, his bruises healed,

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‘’Hello.’’ He greeted with a gruff voice and stoic expression, ‘’Hi.’’ She replied with a soft smile, glad to see his bruises healed. ‘’A bouquet of red roses, right?’’ she asked, he only nodded. This time there was a strange electricity between them, or maybe Y/N was going crazy. Bucky hesitated to go in, he waited outside of the flower shop for an hour and once she saw the blonde girl leave it was his cue, his heavy boots dragged him inside and there she was in a simple t-shirt and jeans and yet she looked perfect, her skin pure and soft, she had a focused look on her face as she was changing the vases, adding water, Bucky could watch her for hours but he didn’t want the other girl to interrupt them so he cleared his throat to get her attention, she looked up with those eyes and Bucky approached, the inside as usual smelled fresh and sweet, something he found he could get used to. Ever since he first saw her whenever he saw flowers he remembered her, well… Y/N had made a place for herself in his dark mind already, Bucky didn’t need any reminder to remember her during the day since his mind utterly and completely occupied by this sweet and oblivious woman. She picked up the red roses, getting them ready for the bouquet, ‘’Your bruises healed.’’ She commented and regretted it in the exact second, what was it to her anyway? Why did she care?

 ‘’I had a pretty woman looking after me.’’ Bucky said never leaving his blue eyes on her, his remark made her stop for a split second, she had a smirk on her lips, so he found her pretty… interesting. It was so subtle that if Melanie was there she wouldn’t be able to understand who was the ‘’pretty woman’’, it had been a while since someone called Y/N ‘’pretty’’ and she liked the feeling. ‘’I’m sure she wouldn’t want to see you like that again.’’

‘’Yes, she was clear on that. Very bossy I might add.’’ He replied cockily, his gloved hands on the marble desk by the register, leaning slightly, ‘’Maybe you need a bossy woman in your life. Seems like that’s how you learn things.’’ Y/N couldn’t believe how chatty she was in this moment, after patching him up maybe they had gotten a bit closer, even though she didn’t know his name, age, anything really. Bucky, usually a stoic man had a smile on his face, she saw it when she gave him a quick gaze, it surprised her actually to see him relaxed and with a smile. He looked like a serious man from the outside, if she knew how subservient he could be for her… she would be in shock, Bucky knew, he knew himself and he could already imagine himself on his knees, getting orders from her, doing everything she asked, she didn’t need to even ask for things, he could just sense and make them happen. His azure eyes were intense so she made sure her eyes were focused on the bouquet, Y/N still didn’t have any idea who these roses go to but she was too afraid to ask. Sometimes ignorance was a bliss and she relied on that. ‘’All done.’’ Y/N finished and smiled brightly, proud of her work, she loved creating things. He gave her the money, she gladly accepted and placed it on the cash register, there was a pause on both of their sides, neither of them said anything like; ‘’have a great day’’ or ‘’thank you…’’ soon Bucky cleared his throat, her eyes were like a labyrinth, the hand he was holding the roses squeezed the bouquet before speaking, ‘’Bucky…’’ he found himself revealing his name, he shrugged a shoulder, ‘’I don’t know, thought you might wanna know the name of the guy you patched up.’’ He added nonchalantly, Y/N extended her hand, ‘’Y/N, nice to meet you Bucky.’’ He accepted her soft hand, his large, gloved and calloused hand wrapped her small one, he swore his cold heart was warming up, of course he knew her name, last name, her jobs and home address but her name coming from her meant that she acknowledged him fully. He wasn’t just a random customer anymore, he was someone she knew his name. If it wasn’t for the golden door bells maybe they would’ve stood there, hand in hand but the sound made them pull away, it was Melanie, ‘’I know you didn’t want one but I got you anyways-‘’ she paused when she saw the ‘’Rose Guy’’ he only nodded at Y/N and left without a word, ‘’He is back?!’’ she sounded excited, ‘’I guess he is.’’ Y/N replied shortly, turned her back so that Melanie couldn’t see the expression on her face, ‘’Lucky us!’’ Melanie placed the cups on a near table, she seemed clueless so Y/N exhaled deeply. Was she creating things on her mind or was it plain obvious that he was interested in her? He also found her second job… what a coincidence , she thought and got back to work.

Bucky rode his bike back to his building, the conversation they had was running in his mind, he prayed he didn’t make a fool of himself. Riding his bike gave him a certain peace, feeling the wind and adrenalin was helping him focus on the road and his destination. Once he parked his shiny Harley he marched into the building and climbed up the stairs, gave Mrs. Rodriguez her surprise bouquet of red roses, which wasn’t a surprise anymore since he started this routine with her and every time her brown eyes lit up and it was worth every penny. ‘’Such a gentleman!’’ she gave his cheek a motherly squeeze.

When he got back to his flat he sat on the couch, exhaled deeply and took off his gloves to rub his face, his fear was that one day Y/N learning that he was the Winter Soldier and this could ruin everything. That’s why he didn’t give his name and last name, he only said Bucky, hoping she wouldn’t understand and it looked like she had no idea. He opened his laptop to check up on her social media, on her stories she had shared the flower shop, he sighed, anyone like Bucky could find her so easily and it made him feel more protective of her. Now he also had to protect her from people like him, a former HYDRA assassin being obsessed with a pretty woman wasn’t uncommon. He shut off the laptop and kind of threw it back on the coffee table, ‘’She is careless Alpine.’’ He complained to his cat as Alpine climbed on his lap, ‘’We have to change that.’’

After her job at the flower shop Y/N walked to her second job, the weather was fine, her mind was occupied by the ‘’Rose Guy’’ as Melanie called him. Y/N contemplated on whether or not she should tell Melanie his name but she wanted to hold onto that information. She felt as if it should only belong to her and no one else. ‘’Bucky..’’ as shewalked she whispered his name and instantly covered her mouth with her hand, what was she doing? Whispering another man’s name while she had a boyfriend? She looked around to see if anyone heard her but people were passing her by, occupied by their own lives. She sighed in relief, she felt guilt as she walked inside the store for her night shift, even though Leo was nowhere to be found they were still together, they were still in this relationship.  

Bucky heated some pizza slices in his microwave for dinner and then dressed up in his usual black attire, it was getting late and his secret hobby waited him, what a beautiful hobby. He petted Alpine’s head, ‘’See you soon Alpine.’’ And the cat meowed back at him, he locked his door and walked towards the stairs, he saw a young boy sitting on the top, reading something, it looked like an old book, worn out, the boy was his upstairs neighbor’s kid, his name was Steve, which obviously reminded him of his childhood best friend, the infamous Steve Rogers, aka Captain America. The real Steve was in an elderly care right now, last time Bucky visited him Steve didn’t remember him at first, he had severe dementia, Bucky found himself getting angry at Steve so many times, he choose to get old and die instead of being with Bucky, just like the old days but also knew that nothing was like the old days anymore. They were both changed men who had faced the horrors of life, Steve Rogers just wanted to go down easily, of course Bucky was old, he was 106 but didn’t look like it and his aging process was slower than a normal human but he was also going to age, he just had still so many years ahead and his only hope was to spend those years with Steve, now that he was a healed man but fate had its own webs, separating them. ‘’What’s up Steve?’’ he asked and sat next to him, sighing heavily, once the kid looked up from his book Bucky saw a bruise on his cheek and his blood boiled. ‘’Reading.’’ He said with a shaky voice, his blue eyes were just like his best friend, and then they heard the fight his parents were having upstairs. ‘’You hungry?’’ he had noticed over the months that the parents of him had been neglecting the kid. Bucky sometimes gave him cash or bought him lunch to bring to the school. Steve shook his head as no but Bucky knew he was lying, ‘’I was heading to a store to get Alpine a treat, wanna join me?’’ Steve knew Bucky’s cat and sometimes he let Steve come in and play with her, Bucky also knew how much Steve liked to be on a bike. ‘’I have to ask my parents.’’ He said lowering his head, clearly not wanting to head upstairs to ask since the fight was going on still. ‘’I’ll ask them. Just wait here.’’ He bolted to his feet and climbed upstairs, he knocked on the door and the shouting stopped for a second, the man of the house answered. Bucky and John casually greeted each other on the hallways, John usually stalled him, talking about the latest games etc. ‘’Hey!’’ John put on a smile on his face, Bucky could see his wife standing behind, heaving deeply. ‘’I’m sorry about the shouting man, you know how women are, right?!’’ he was a disgusting man with a beer stained grey shirt and dirty pants. His beard was long and he looked sweating, he had green eyes that reminded Bucky a snake. ‘’I’m heading out to the store and I know how much Steve likes my bike.’’ He began, ‘’If it’s okay I can take him with me while you guys…’’ his eyes found the woman and the environment around her, there was a broken vase on the floor, empty. John wasn’t a guy who would get his wife flowers anyways, ‘’sort things out.’’ He finished, his blue eyes landing on John Smith.

The middle aged man shrugged his shoulders, ‘’Sounds like a plan. Uh..’’ he got closer to him, his breath smelling booze and Bucky had to turn his hands into fists his fingers digging inside his palms to prevent himself punching the guy. ‘’keep him busy will ya?’’ and he winked, he clearly had some plans with his wife after a fight, Bucky only nodded and turned his back, headed back to Steve. ‘’It’s your lucky day kid. Let’s go!’’ it wasn’t easy to be cheerful to a kid whose parents fight and fuck each other all the time, however, Steve’s bright smile made Bucky also smile genuinely.

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Bucky Barnes Fanfiction!

Silent Obsession:

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

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Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

Shattered Pieces

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Genre: Romance. Smut in the future. Angst.

Warnings: Mention of smut. +18. Fighting. Y/N is attacked. 

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

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Chapter 2

Throughout her day she didn't do much, took out the trash, cooked, read and listened some music from her time. It made her calm to listen to those songs, when it got late she got a call from Steve, ''SHIELD is compromised, Nick got attacked under my roof by an assassin. We are at the hospital right now, I followed the assassin but he got away.'' he explained everything quickly, ''I'm on my way.'' she grabbed her keys and left her house, there it was, the uneasy feeling again. Before she opened her volkswagen beetle's door she looked around. All she could hear was the sound of fireflies, some music coming from far away and she was the shadowy figure behind the tree again. She wasn't imagining this time, the figure was there and looking at her, not moving a muscle. She acted like she didn't see anything and got into her car, her hands were shaking. ''Just drive. Fast!'' Steve greeted her and took her to a room where Natasha and Agent Maria Hill were standing behind a big glass window, watching doctors trying to save Nick Fury. Nat hugged Y/N tightly, ''How is he?'' she asked. ''Bad, really bad.'' 

''Tell me about the shooter.'' Nat said to Steve, Y/N was behind them. ''He is fast and strong, he has a metal arm.'' Steve replied, ''Balistics?'' she asked to Maria, ''3 Slugs, no rifling. Completely untraceable.'' Maria replied, eyes on Nick. ''Soviet made.'' Nat said like she remembered something. Doctors and nurses started to hury inside but Nick Fury died. Y/N started to cry silently, Nat was trying to hold her tears, Y/N left the room and sat in front of a vending machine. Nat and Steve left the room, SHIELD wanted Captain America so he left and Nat sat next to Y/N. ''What are we gonna do?'' Y/N asked, her voice was a whisper, ''I don't know.''Nat went to the vending machine and bought a lot of gum, Y/N didn't understand until a flashdrive fell behind the gums. ''What is it?'' she asked looking at Nat, ''Nick gave it to Steve but why? I guess we'll find out soon.''

Nat was right, soon Steve came back to the hospital, he had a hoodie, he was acting like he didn't want to be recognized. He pushed the girls into a room and pinned Natasha against a wall. ''Where is it?'' he questioned, ''Safe.'' Nat replied, ''It better.'' Steve was angry. ''Where did you get it? I'm sure Fury gave it to you but why?'' Y/N was watching them argue, ''I know who killed Fury.'' Natasha said which made Y/N get close to them. ''Most of the Intelligence Community doesn't believe he exists, the ones that do call him The Winter Soldier. He is credited with over two dozen assassinations over the last 50 years.'' Nat said looking at them, ''So he is a ghost story?'' Y/N asked. ''5 years ago I was escorting a nuclear engineer, we lost control and went straight over a cliff. I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier was there, I was covering my engineer so he shot him straight through me. Soviet slug, no rifling.'' Nat explained and showed her scar on her belly. ''Guys, I don't want to alarm you but last night I thought I saw someone behind the trees watching my house, today as I was getting into my car I saw him again. Could it be the Winter Soldier?'' Y/N told them silently, Steve could see how worried she was, ''Maybe. Let's find out what the ghost wants. Y/N you go back to your house and lock the doors. It would attract attention if 3 of us dissapeared.'' Y/N didn't want to attract attention so she agreed, as she was leaving Steve hold her arm, ''Be safe. I'll call you soon.'' Y/N gave him a small smile and left the hospital.

 After taking down Nick Fury, Bucky's next mission was to send a message to a woman. Alexander Pierce ordered him to watch Y/N Y/L/N for days and see what she was up to. Bucky watched at a distance, she usually hang out at her place and sometimes she went out for shopping, she seemed really into gardening too. Pierce gave him an envelope to give her and he was at her house, sitting in the kitchen. It was strange because her scent was everywhere and it triggered something in him, like he knew this smell from somewhere. He heared her park her car and walk to the porch, she got inside and locked the door. She turned on all the lights and walked to the kitchen and saw a man sitting on a chair. Y/N froze for a second, he had a metal arm just like Steve said, ''The Winter Soldier...'' she whispered. She remembered there was a gun under her sink and she grabbed it, Winter Soldier was quick, he was pointing a gun at her. ''What do you want?!'' Y/N asked, he had a black solider gear, a black metal mask which covered his entire face except his piercing blue eyes. His hair was long and dark, he showed her the the envolope on the table. She slowly got close and took it, it said nothing on the outside, ''Who sent this?'' she asked. ''Hail Hydra!'' The man replied, Y/N had enough with Hydra and it's bullshit and she snapped, she started to shoot at him and took cover behind the kitchen island. Winter Soldier blocked the bullets with his metal arm, and he started to walk towards her. She was all out, threw the gun to her side and attacked him. Punched him several times but he was protected by the black mask he had on, he grabbed her wrist, turned her around, now her back was pressed to his hard chest. Y/N swang her left leg and hit his head, he backed away, however it's wasn't hard enough to knock him unconscious. He attacked back, she blocked his heavy metal punch which almost landed on her stomach, unfortunately she was out of practice, it had been a while since she had a close combat so the Winter Soldier took advantage of that and grabbed her by the throat. Y/N hooked her legs around his waist and he pushed her on the kitchen island, everything fell to the ground, he wasn't squeezing to kill her but the pressure was too much for her. Winter Soldier remembered his mission, it was only giving the letter and leaving but this one was a fighter. ''Don't kill her.'' Pierce told him specifically. Y/N held his cold silver arm with both hands, she was trying hard to get away, for a second something happened to him. A distant memory came to his mind like a strike of lightning; He was in a bed, covered in sweat and under him there was a beautiful girl, they were moving in a slow rhythm, his hand were on her throat, squeezing carefully and she was enjoying it. Her head went back to the pillow, and Bucky bit her chin, when she looked back at him with Y/E/C eyes he realized the girl had the same face with the one he was fighting right now. 

His grip loosened and Y/N got away coughing hard. ''Who is she?'' 

She paced away from him, he was just standing there, looked like he was in shock. ''Leave my house or I'll kill you!'' Y/N managed to say and sat on a chair close to her. He was still trying to understand but the only thing he knew was that he didn't want to hurt her anymore, so he left silently from the kitchen door. Y/N was shaking, she had to admit she missed the thrill of a fight, she picked up the envelope which was on the floor among discarded breakfast cereal.

             ''Join us when you still can. We know where you live, don't try to hide because we'll find you. Join the wining side. Hail Hydra!''

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Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

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

Warnings: Drug use.

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

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Chapter 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

''I see family.''

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Dangerous Game

Hannibal X Female Reader

Genre: Romance, slow burn, sexual content.

Warnings; SMUT! +18

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 13

Hannibal woke up early as usual, pale sun light were filling the room, Y/N's back was pressed to his chest, they were naked. Her body was warm and inviting, he watched her sleep, she looked peacefull. Her Y/H/C hair was spread on his navy blue pillow,

''Divine.'' 

was his first thought,he touched her hair softly, trying not to wake her up.

''Soft.''

He placed a kiss on her shoulder, a wicked thought crossed his mind. He kissed her jaw, kissed the purple bruises on her neck and felt proud. He moved the silk sheet slowly, her naked boobs were his next target. He toyed with them, pinched the erect tips and heard her moan. And then he took one of the them into his wet mout, licked and sucked like an ice cream, she moved under him but was still asleep, he tortured the other one as well and then moved to her belly, left soft kisses as he was touching her boobs. 

He could feel himself getting hard but he wanted to focus on her first, please her, hear her moans. He came to her inner thighs, kissed them and gave them good bites which will turn red soon. Her hands started to move, her glistening heat drove him crazy. He slipped his wet tongue to her entrance, he was giving small licks and kisses and biting her clit and his actions didn't go unnoticed she was moving her hips towards his hungry mouth, her lips were parted and she was enjoying herself but what shocked Hannibal was she was still asleep, ''Maybe she thinks it's a wet dream.'' and it made his member twitch. His lips were working wonders, the wet sound was filling his ears, he was holidng her thighs with a tight grip to lock her. Her hands went to his hair, he smiled. He knew she was close so he flicked his tongue over her entrance mercilessly and soon she came into his mouth, her eyes were wide open and she gasped. Hannibal looked at her from between her thighs, ''Morning love.''

She had a lazy smile on her lips, ''Morning baby.''

''Ready for round two?'' Hannibal asked shamelessly, she could see the thin layer of her arousal on his lips and chin, ''Come here.'' she said and Hannibal kissed her steamy. She could taste herself in his hot tongue, it turned her on. As she pulled back to look at him in the eye she found herself wondering about something... 

''What is it love?'' Hannibal could see she had something in her mind. Her cheeks got red with the thought, ''Can I be on top daddy?'' 

She could literally see his pupils go wider than usual, ''You wanna make daddy feel good?'' he asked and sucked her earlobe, ''Yeah, please.'' 

he laid on his back and she climbed him like climbing a tree. He placed his hands on her thighs, caressing gently, she teased him by grinding on his cock first, his head fell back to his pillow, ''Baby girl stop. Take it like a good girl yeah?'' she chuckled and he could swear it was the naughtiest thing he had ever heard. 

She decided that it was enough so she slowly sank down and took him fully, she waited for few seconds to adjust to his size because she was still sour from last night, later she started to move slowly, Hannibal wanted to just push her back into the mattress and pound her hard like an animal but that could wait. 

She got faster with the little help of Hannibal and now they were cursing, sweating ''That's it sweetheart, hop on daddy's cock like a good girl you are. You feel so thight baby.'' He knew she liked praises and it made her walls got thighter, she moaned her name several times and he couldn't take it anymore. Hannibal pushed her into the mattress, guided her legs on to his shoulders and it gave him the perfect angle to pound into her faster and harder. Y/N screamed his name in surprise, she was seeing a new side of him and she liked it. The obscene slapping sound filled the empty room, Hannibal first was hesitant and he read her face like a book, she was enjoying herself and it relieved him. 

''Daddy-'' She found herself screaming, ''Yeah baby? Does daddy doing a good job fucking you hard? Tell daddy how much you love his cock.'' 

She was a mess, instead of replying she moaned but Hannibal didn't like it so he stopped his movements, burried deep inside of her but not moving, Y/N whined in disapointment. ''Talk to daddy or I won't move.'' He sounded dominant, in control and she felt her heat shudder. ''Yes daddy, I love your cock in me so much please keep going. Pleaseee...''

He liked what he heard so he kept on fucking her hard and fast and soon Y/N came for the second time, she bit her lips, her legs were shaking hard. Hannibal watched this divine creature shaking and begging and blood rushed to his cock, he came. She could feel his cum in her warm and intimate. He collapsed on top of her, trying not to crush her. ''I can do this all day.'' Hannibal said with amusement dripping from his tongue, Y/N giggled like a school girl and blushed, ''What about breakfast?'' 

''Sounds great.''

After Breakfast Hannibal had patients to see so he had to leave, Y/N got dressed and went to see Will Graham, she had to know how he killed her sister or if he killed her. Where they took him was high security mental institute for criminally insane people, he was spending his days in a cell but when he had a visitor he was taken to a bright room. 

''You are not here for chit-chat I know but I need you to listen to me Y/N,'' He started and she didn't say anything so he continued, ''I didn't kill Abigail, I didn't kill all of those people they acuse me of. I only know this, stay away from Hannibal Lecter. He is dangerous, since he is a therapist he can manipulate anyone he lays his eyes on. He is the reason why I'm here.'' 

Y/N was shocked, ''They said you were mental but I didn't think you were this gone. Hannibal loved Abigail like she was his own child, there is no way he could hurt her.'' She crossed her arms in a defensive manner, ''Read Abigail's diary, you will understand. Her stuff was taken by the FBI but Jack will give the diary to you.'' Will sounded insane. She bolted to her feet, ''I'm here to say goodbye Will, I'll see you in hell.'' as she grabbed her coat to leave Will was screaming, ''STAY AWAY FROM HANNIBAL! HE IS DANGEROUS! HE WON'T HESITATE TO KILL YOU!''

Y/N found herself at the doors of Jack Crawford's office, ''This is a waste of time. Will is the murderer...'' she knocked on the door and entered. ''Then why do I have this bitter taste in my mouth?''

''I want my sister's diary, you can keep the rest as evidence.'' She was sitting on the chair and being observed by him. ''Why now?'' Jack asked curious, it had been weeks but now Y/N was demanding the diary. ''I miss her.'' It was the truth and Jack didn't have to know the other reason. ''Wait here.''

The diary was broen and thick, Abigail loved writing so Y/N got her a diary when she was 7 and ever since she was writing her day to day life. Y/N was on a taxi going back to Hannibal's house, she still couldn't believe what happened last night, they slept together but she felt like she was dreaming, she felt comfortable around him but sometimes when he was silent she felt goosebumps on her skin, he had a bold spirit, he knew how to keep his posture confidently. 

''Maybe I feel like this because he is much older than me.''

She paid the driver and walked to the house, Hannibal gave her a spare key before. The first thing she did was reading Abigail's diary to find anything about what Will said to her. She didn't mention her plans to Hannibal because he was protective of her, she read the pages carefully but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. ''Maybe I'll give it a look later.''

She wanted to prepare dinner for them so after taking a shower she went to the kitchen, Everyday Hannibal arrived at the house at 8.pm so she still had time. She decided to make Spaghetti with Lobster Pomodoro and she got to work.

Hannibal closed his eyes with the sudden fresh smell coming from the kitchen, ''Lobster, pasta.. is that parsley?'' he ad a sensetive nose, he hanged his coat, put the keys on the bowl and walked to his kitchen. She was there singing and finishing the dish with the final touch. ''She looks comfortable, like she had been living with me for years.''

''Hey.'' She said without turning to him, she always sensed his presence even without looking. ''I made Spaghetti with Lobster Pomodoro. Hungry?'' Hannibal gave her a hug, ''Yes but not for food.'' he smirked, ''That will happen after the dinner Doctor.'' playfully said. ''Let's eat. White wine?'' Hannibal went to open a cupboard, ''Sure.''

Hannibal talked about how much he missed her and she blushed, ''I missed you too Hannibal.'' but there was something in her, like she was disturbed. ''Anything new?'' He asked sipping his wine, ''Nothing.'' she replied quickly and that was suspicious. He watched her drink her wine, ''Are you sure?''

Y/N rolled her eyes, ''Look don't get mad but I went to see Will.'' Hannibal was always right and sometimes it annoyed him. ''Y/N I told you not to see him, what did he say?'' 

Y/N noticed the change in his behaviour, he looked calm but deep down his hunter switch was turned, it had been a while since he went on a human hunt. ''He accused you of murders, crazy right?'' Y/N asked casually but something was wrong, he was silent. She felt the goosebumps again.

''Yes, crazy.''

That night Hannibal said he had to work so locked himself in his study room but he could hear her steps around the house, he didn't mind and kept on working. Y/N was holding Abigail's diary, there was nothing suspicious, she read it over and over again and then she remembered something, when they were little Y/N told her to write with Invisible UV pen to hide things. ''Where can I find UV light?'' She couldn't just ask Hannibal, ''I'll get it tomorrow.''

Next morning Y/N went outside after breakfast, she said to Hannibal that she needed some female products. She finally found what she was looking for and got back home, Hannibal was gone. She opened the diary and used the light, the she was right Abigail hid things in the diary, she dropped the notebook when she finished reading. Her hands were shaking and she had trouble breathing, Will was right, he was right all along.

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