Ngl I've Been Thinking About This For Awhile, Imagine Hannibal Lecter With A Burlesque Dancer Like In

Ngl I've been thinking about this for awhile, imagine Hannibal Lecter with a Burlesque dancer like in the movie from 2010 with Cher and Christina Aguilera, reader as Ali/Christina would be really cool

A/N; Hi! Thank you for this request, i love that movie so much i sometimes listen to its songs. I had fun writing this. Happy Ramadan!

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Warnings; None.

‘’Hey! Y/N!’’ you heard a voice from the director of the show, ‘’It’s your turn now!’’ you looked at your reflection on the mirror for the last time, hair done, nails done, a nice lingerie that had rime stones on it… you were young and sexy and that was enough for your confidence. You’re good at climbing into a huge champagne glass which is filled with water and soup and big sponges and do your number. Years ago when you were a child you grew up watching burlesque dancer and the numbers they did on stage and climbing into a tall glass always entertained you, it was a classic. You were the only one who could do it right in your group, the stage was set, you had two dancers either side of the glass, dancing to the rhythm. When you walked to the stage the spot light found you and your audience started screaming for you, getting good reviews was a part of your every night. You loved the attention, slowly getting rid of your gloves you noticed someone. You knew your regular customers and this man was on the same spot, which was the VIP section, alone, drinking his champagne and admiring you from afar. He never flinched ever and you could tell that he liked dressing up and keeping everything pristine. Most of your regulars loved to send you gifts, mostly flowers, perfumes etc. However, this one never sent you anything, you started to get curious about him and asked your crew, they only knew that he was a psychiatrist and that’s it.

You moved on the stage like delicate swan, so elegant and all of the eyes were on you. As you danced to the rhythm and slowly undressed you felt his burning gaze, you knew that after the show you were going to get lots of presents except from him.

He never made a move. Most of the regular spectators loved to send you drinks and presents after the show but this particular gentleman only occupied his seat at the VIP section every week, drank his champagne, ate his luxurious dish and watched you from afar. ,

Human mind is tricky, the brain loves to focus on that one person who doesn’t have his focus on us.

Nonetheless you were intrigued by him.

Thanks to the help of the dancers on the stage you climbed into the champagne glass, your rime stoned lingerie shining under the spot light. The water was cold just how you liked it. Moving around in the glass, splashing water has always made your audience smile and left them satisfied. Maybe because of the fact that your lingerie was soaked and your damp body shimmered under the lights…

When you were done you were escorted back, it felt so cold so you wore your pink robe, people you work with congratulated you, and you kindly smiled. Before you could open your dressing room’s door and throw yourself on your pink fluffy couch your boss, an old lady with long silver hair and kind blue eyes stopped you, ‘’A gentleman is inside, he has an offer for you.’’ You were puzzled. ‘’Thank you for the heads up.’’ Before you walked in you checked your hair and make-up, and then you walked in.

He was sitting on the pink couch, when you entered and as soon as he saw you he bolted to his feat. ‘’Miss Y/L/N.’’ he addressed you and you smiled. He had a dark grey 3 piece suit which fit him perfectly, he looked odd in this room of pink. He extended his large hand and continued, ‘’It is a pleasure finally meeting you in person.’’ You held his hand and you felt a sudden rush to your stomach. Why did he have such an impact on you? You noticed the way he emphasized the word ‘’finally’’ he was also aware of you noticing him for weeks. ‘’Please.’’ You gestured him to sit back, you sat across him. The sudden realization hit you, you had your soaking wet lingerie underneath your pink robe. His face didn’t give any clues whatsoever. ‘’Allow me to introduce myself, I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter.’’ You nodded gently, legs crossed. Melodies from the stage floating into the room, in that brief silence you wondered why did your boss allow him inside? It usually never happens.

He must have persuaded the old lady with something… most likely money.

‘’Y/N Y/L/N. At your service.’’ You replied with a soldier tone to break the ice and caught him smirking a bit. His maroon eyes looked into your eyes directly, you felt shiver running down your spine, he was intense. His gaze found the pile of presents resting on the table at the corner of the room, was that annoyance written on his sharp face?

‘’May I ask the reason why you are here Doctor Lecter?’’ you attracted his gaze again, you could feel your palms getting sweaty, his presence made you nervous and you didn’t even know this person.

‘’I would love to hire your service for one of my dinner parties.’’ He bluntly said, he seemed like a guys who would go and get something, a true dominant man. Also the way he used ‘’your service’’ didn’t go unnoticed, he was respectful. His hand went inside his jacket’s pocket to pull out a check book, he wrote something and ripped the page, you were excited when he handed it to you.

When you saw the price you were shocked.

‘’But this is too much-‘’ you said with wide eyes, holding the check as if it is something fragile, ‘’Burlesque is an art and I’m never shy spending money on art.’’ He replied, you could sense the strong undertones. ‘’When is the party?’’

You accepted his offer, this was the first time you went to do a number to someone’s home. He mentioned that his home was enough to bring your essentials. For a week you practiced and practiced. You felt like you needed to make him proud, even though he paid you and this was your job you just wanted to be perfect at it and have a good time.

He didn’t lie, his home was like a castle, more than enough for your show. You were ready and also small group of your dancers were ready too, everything was set.

Dancing so close to the audience didn’t make you nervous at all, you felt alive, the music felt like it was running through your veins, you were one with it. You could feel the public’s eyes were on you in an awe of your art, the energy was immaculate. You could also see the host of the party, Doctor Lecter, holding his drink in one hand, the other in his pocket, his maroon gaze focused on you and only you. Almost predatory.

The champagne glass act made the audience sigh in excitement, it seemed like this was the first time they experience this and it feed your soul.

After the show you went upstairs to change because Doctor Lecter wanted to introduce you to his guests. You were touching on your make up when someone knocked on your door.

‘’Come in.’’

It was Lecter himself. ‘’You are a vision.’’ He said leaning on the door, you smiled. ‘’I have a gift for you.’’ He walked towards you, ‘’You didn’t have to Doctor Lecter.’’ You said when he opened the velvet box he was holding, a golden necklace was in that box, 24 karat you assumed. ‘’Please,’’ he said, ‘’Hannibal.’’

‘’Hannibal you already paid more than the actual price and this…’’ you were blushing, ‘’I’ve wanted to give you this for so long,’’ he confessed, ‘’but I was waiting for the right time.’’ You watched him place the necklace on you through the mirror, both of his hands found their place on your shoulders, he knelt and he planted a soft kiss on your cheek, he turned to the mirror to see your face and lock eyes.

‘’Looks good on you.’’ He said, you touched the necklace, ‘’Thank you, you are so generous.’’ His aura was heavy, his manly cologne filled your nostrils. You were intoxicated, it was wrong, he was your employer. ‘’I hope we will be more close from this night on.’’

You could feel your heart racing, was this a some kind of proposal? Only time would tell. Hand in hand you left the room to mingle.

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Bullet in The Heart

Summary; Pedro calls you for the first time after your break up.

Pedro Pascal x Female Reader

Oneshot!

Warnings; None.

A/N; I watched a video on tiktok and had this idea, I had to write it. Enjoy, sorry for any typos.

You were in your small apartment complex, it was getting late and after binge watching romantic shows and eating your feelings you decided that it was time for bed, you took a shower, cried a little in the shower and came back to your bedroom. Everything smelled like him, you saw his hoodie on your chair, threw it in your wardrobe. The break up really broke your heart because you both had feelings for each other but his career got in your relationship, his fans were criticizing your body, face etc, however there were other fans who kept supporting you but seeing negative comments every day started to break you down. Pedro kept reassuring you, telling you how beautiful and smart you were but he wasn’t always there to comfort you. He had a hectic work schedule and you sometimes didn’t even see him for months. Rage, sadness, depression built and built finally both of you decided to ‘’take some time off’’ which meant break up in a naïve way. You were getting ready for bed when you heard your phone, you walked to the living room and the second you saw your screen your heart jumped several times. It was Pedro who was face timing you right now, you still had a small heart emoji next to his name, you couldn’t bring yourself to delete it. ‘’Should I take the call?’’ something in you begged to answer, you waited for a few seconds, maybe it was on accident but the phone kept ringing and you decided to answer.

He was standing there in a white t-shirt, his hair looked messy, the second he saw you his brown eyes got wide and shined, but there was sadness under them. He looked tired, ‘’Working too much?’’ but the truth was that he couldn’t sleep properly because of you.

‘’Hi.’’ You said with a small smile, glad to see his face. It had been a month since the break up, ‘’Hi.’’ He said. He sighed heavily, you could see that he was nervous, and he started to giggle, he was a goofy man. ‘’It’s late Pedro, why did you call me?’’ You asked curiously, he was lost in his thoughts, watching your face, the face he had missed so much it was burning his chest. ‘’I was thinking about you. I always do, around this time, every time of the day.’’ His hand went to his hair, he was struggling, ‘’You probably not even thinking about me, do you ever think about me?’’ a certain hope covered his eyes, you had to swallow the lump in your throat, ‘’A little.’’ you said, it was a lie, you was thinking about him every second. ‘’A little?’’ he was standing, bent a little to see his phone screen, ‘’What was I saying?’’ he sighed, ‘’What am I saying?’’ he cursed under his breath, he moved back, standing still. He came back to see you, you were trying really hard not to cry right now, ‘’What am I saying?!’’ he raised his voice a little, he was talking to himself more than talking to you at the moment. Obviously he wanted to say something but words couldn’t leave his pretty lips, his hands went to his face rather harshly, was he punishing himself? A sob left his lips, ‘’Pedro, it was your idea to break up, your career and fans are more important than a relationship.’’ You could see how sorry he was, you both knew it was a mistake. He clapped his hands together, ‘’Do you remember…when we went out on a date first time.. to see a play..’’ you remembered but let him keep talking. ‘’Wait,’’ he said and left, you could hear he was looking for something in his house, he was opening doors, slamming them hard, he was angry with himself and you were scared a little, scared that he might hurt himself, you could hear drawers opening and closing harshly, he brought 2 tickets, tickets that he got for you and him a year ago. ‘’You remember right?’’

‘’Yes, Pedro. I remember that play.’’ You said calmly, ‘’You laughed so hard you peed a little,’’ he smiled at the memory, ‘’what was that fucking line in the play how the fuck did it go?! If, if , if..’’ he was trying to say the line which you loved so much. He was in love with you and he was trying hard to get you back. ‘’If you got one friend when you die…’’ he was pointing his finger at you, eyebrows knitted, trying really hard to remember the line, ‘’then you got something most people never have.’’ That was the line you cherished. He remembered, you smiled, you could see your face on the screen, tears leaving shiny liquid marks on your cheeks, ‘’And I tried to quote that shit back at you and you laughed at me ‘cus I fucked it up, and I kissed you for the first time,’’ he bit his lips sullenly, he always did that when he didn’t want to cry and seeing you cry silently broke him, tore his soul into pieces. He was breating heavily now, ‘’and you let me kiss you.. and then it rained like we were in a fucking movie and life was never better than that.’’ Now he was crying with you, ‘’Why did you have to love me like that Y/N?’’ he let his guard down when he met you and he realized he was deeply in love with you when you kissed on that date, ‘’Why did you have to love me back?’’ he yelled at you, he fixed his hair, you couldn’t help but keep crying, you wished you were there with him, holding him, kissing him. ‘’Why did you do that?’’ he whispered more to himself, ‘’You sent me into a kind of madness Y/N, sometimes I go into the quietest parts of this house and I whisper your name,’’ he was looking right at you, pushed back his hair. His eyes met yours, and he looked achingly vulnerable and loving all at once. ‘’I wish I could scream it, I should.. Should I scream it? Y/N?’’ tears dropping to his already wet cheeks, he closed his eyes for a second, ‘’Pedro please, stop..’’ you whispered to him and he opened his eyes, ‘’I want you, I want you, I want you back. Please have me back Y/N. I can’t live without you.’’ His voice was shaking, he was holding the edges of the table so that he wouldn’t fall to the ground. ‘’We can’t-‘’

‘’Y/N, please. I just want a second chance. I will never leave you again please.’’ He was begging, saying your name over and over again, weary look was upon his face, ‘’What do you say?’’ he asked with a thin edge of desperation in his voice, you could feel it in your bones. For a moment you were still, not certain of what to do or say, however your heart told you to go for it, ‘’I love you Pedro, I always have.’’ Y/N said as soft as a kiss,

‘’Te amo Y/N.’’

Thank you for reading. :) I would love to know if you liked it.

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shegatsby

5 years ago

Reborn From Ashes

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

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader

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

Warnings: None.

TAG LIST IS OPEN! Guys thank you for the support :)) <33

Chapter 3

The car ride was silent but it was comfortable.

‘‘Welcome to my humble home.’‘ they entered, she could smell his cologne everywhere. His home, furnitures were masculine.

‘‘Would you like to drink something?’‘ he asked, ‘‘Yes please.’‘

‘‘Wine?’‘ he asked again while walking to kitchen ‘‘Perfect choice.’‘ she settled on the cozy couch while he was at kitchen.

‘‘Why is he so... familiar?’‘ she thought to herself. He appeared with two glasses and a wine bottle. ‘‘You have a lovely home Tom.’‘ he was pouring the wine, ‘‘Thank you darling.’‘

‘‘Darling? Well, it sounds nice.’‘ ‘’Do you want to see my little library?’‘ her eyes lit up ‘‘God yes!’‘ he extended his hand ‘‘Take my hand and I shall lead you to my kingdom.’‘ she giggled and took his hand. They went upstairs and he opened a door.

The room was filled with wall to wall books, and a study table. ‘’Wow Hiddleston!’’ they were still holding each others’ hand, ‘’I hope I impressed you.’’ he smiled like a little boy ‘’Yes, I am impressed.’’ she walked to the books ‘’This is my office and also my library.’’ papers on his brown table caught her attention, ‘’Wait, is that a script of a play?’’ he got nervous, ‘’Yes but I haven’t decided yet.’’ and something in her brain clicked. ‘’Oh my God! I knew it. You are that Loki dude.’’ he chuckled, ‘’So you know my job?’’ she was having hard time looking at him, ‘’I had this feeling like I somehow knew who you were but now I figured it out.’’

‘‘I hope it doesn’t make you uncomfortable.’‘ he was genuienly concerned, ‘‘No, not at all.’‘ he smiled, ‘‘Well, this Loki dude will be giving you a book.’‘ she giggled. He got close to her and grabbed a book from her left side, they were so close she felt like she couldn’t breath.

‘‘Did he do that on purpose?’‘ ‘’Here. Have you read this before?’‘

‘‘Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald’’

‘‘Yes but it’s been years.’‘ she was holding the book on her chest, ‘‘Alright then, read it in a week and we will discuss it... together.’‘ they were still close and her back was pressed to the book shelf. If she moved close to him just for few inches their lips could touch and the idea of it sent shivers down her spine.

‘‘How can I inform you when I’m finished?’‘ he had this handsome grin on his face, ‘‘Miss Y/L/N, are you trying to get my number?’‘ she blushed deep red. ‘‘I can’t be smooth as you Hiddleston!’‘ Y/N playfully hit his shoulder.

After exchanging numbers they went back to the living room. They kept drinking and talking, Y/N learned about Tom’s family but when it came to her family she gave minimum information and changed the sunject. Tom wasn’t stupid, he knew something was wrong but aslo didn’t want to push her.

‘‘So why are you single? I’m pretty sure a young beautiful lady such as yourself has a lot of men at her doorstep, waiting to be the one.’‘ he finally asked, she blushed again.

Y/N paused for a second, ‘’I had someone in my life but our relationship got... dark and I had to leave. I don’t want anything like that happen again. That’s why I deny the gentlemen at my doorstep.’’

‘‘I revealed too much. God why did I do that?!’‘

‘‘He hurt you, didn’t he?’‘ Tom’s expression was serious but his voice was so soft. ‘‘Yes, can we talk something else please?’‘

They talked about his job and Y/N’s job as well. He seemed amazed by her talent and complimented her many times. ‘’I would love to see your work.’’ he finally said, ‘’Maybe one day I will invite you to my place Tom.’’ she winked childishly and they laughed together. ‘’But now I have to go. I have projects to start.’’ Tom was having so much fun talking to her and he didn’t want her to leave bu he said nothing. She could see the disappointment in his beautiful eyes, ‘’Don’t worry love, I will be back if you allow me.’’ he smiled, ‘’You are always welcome.’’ she helped him with glasses but something happened.

She accidentlayy dropped one of the wine glasses, ‘’I’m so sorry Tom.’’ she sinked to her knees to pick the pieces and Tom came to help her but her memories were triggered again.

‘‘I’m so sorry please don’t hurt me.’‘ and with that they locked eyes. Tom was in shock, he knew that he had to be careful so he swallowed and spoke calmly; ‘‘Y/N, I would never hurt you.’‘ he tried to touch her shoulder but unfortunately she flinched, her hands were shaking.

‘‘Y/N, I don’t know what happened to you but I have some opinions. I can assure you that in my presence no one can hurt you.’‘ he slowly extended his palm and she touched it like bruised child learning to trust again. He held her hand gently and placed a warm kiss. ‘‘I have to go.’‘ Was all she could say and she quickly left his place.

When she got back to her home she cried for an hour. She knew that Tom would never hurt her but she didn’t know how to trust someone after what happened.

‘‘I better work.’‘

While painting, her mind was crazy, thinking about Tom and how she left. She had to apologies, Y/N picked up her phone and texted him.

Y/N: Hi Tom it’s Y/N. I just wanted to apologies I shouldn’t have run away like that. I’m so sorry for breaking the glass. Please don’t be mad at me.

After minutes of hesitation she finally hit the send button and she kept herself busy with painting.

Tom was reading the script when his phone vibrated. After Y/N left he cleaned the floor and cut his finger but other than that he was fine. He didn’t mind a little bit of blood, all he was interested in was to show her that it is okey to have flaws. He couldn’t stop thinking about her and when his phone vibrated he realized that he was reading the same page for an hour.

Tom: Hi Y/N. Please don’t be sorry about the glass, it was nothing. I break things all the time at my house. I am NOT mad at you, I can never be mad at a lovely, innocent woman.

She was painting a cat when she received the text, she couldn’t help but smile.

‘‘A lovely, innocent woman...’‘

Y/N: Thank you for everything Tom.

she soon received another text.

Tom: If you fell sorry maybe you can make it up to my by cooking dinner. *wink*

She blushed, there was no harm of showing her cooking skills off.

Y/N: Tomorrow at 8. Don’t be late. I will send you the address. *smile*

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shegatsby

4 months ago

Hello

Could I request this idea where Hannibal goes to see the “Swan Lake” ballet and becomes obsessed with the reader who plays the swan queen

Let me know what you think of the idea

A/N: Hi!!! Thank you for this request. Thanks to you I've watched the Black Swan on youtube here is the link;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rJoB7y6Ncs&t=1561s

this is the old version ofc. Love you all xxx

Doctor Hannibal Lecter climbed out of his car and headed towards to the building. Tonight was a special night because he was going to see The Swan Lake, it was a big production and last time he watched it was in Italy, this time he was in Baltimore, Maryland due to his work. He was excited for tonight, he liked being among high society, he was a classist who believed that people who belong to the upper class should have the higher power in politics and other aspects of life. He had grown up in this environment and to his bones he felt a sophisticated gentleman. He was well educated, he had a profound knowledge of art and literature, he respected all his life and he rewarded himself with treats such as opera nights or ballet such as tonight.

He was wearing his tuxedo, black and white with a dark red handkerchief on his jacket’s pocket. He slowly approached to the building, the entrance had red carpet, the doors with golden handles were opened for him, he smiled kindly to the workers. ‘’May I see your ticket?’’ the young lady at the front desk, ‘’Here you go.’’ He liked having tickets, or tangible things in his life. He liked living analog, of course he didn’t denied how technology made his life easier than before. ‘’You may proceed.’’ The lady smiled but didn’t reach her eyes, most workers had the same expression due to the fact that they worked minimum wage or even under. It was the way of the world, some were more fortunate than others.

The seats were dark red, he took his place. He looked around to see the dress code, everyone wore clothes accordingly which pleased him. He took a certain joy in order and people following it. The upper class he belonged to had always followed rules like these but for the other… they were the ones who would like to be ‘’different’’ and rebel against the system.

He crossed his legs as the lights dimmed and curtain opened, as soon as the music hit his ears he smiled to himself. The seat next to his was empty, for a split second he envisioned a woman next to him, wearing a dress he had chosen for her…. No. he stopped himself and focused on the stage.

Soon the Queen Swan entered the stage and Hannibal felt his breath hitching at his throat, she was wearing the same white dress as other women but she had a dark red feather sticking from her tied hair, she was the queen and they needed to show it to the audience. Her movements on stage were so elegant, without realizing Hannibal leaned forward on his seat, he couldn’t believe his dark eyes, she had total control of her delicate body which he admired and found it very powerful.

When the first act ended he immediately got his phone, ordered a bouquet of black and white tulips that had a red rose in the middle. He wanted the bouquet to represent the Black Swan and also the Queen Swan. He also wrote a note and asked the delivery guy to bring it to the Queen’s dressing room.

The ballet lasted for an hour and half, later he was approached by the director of the ballet, Lisa-Macuja Elizalde, he bowed in front of her. ‘’For an hour and 30 minutes I have experienced pure bliss. Thank you so much for your contribution Madame.’’ He kissed her hand, the woman smiled with pride. ‘’You’re welcome Sir. I’ve heard that you had sent flowers to our queen. Would you like to meet her?’’ with this question he couldn’t hide the grin he had. ‘’I would love to.’’

‘’Follow me please.’’

He followed her to the back stage, it was crowded, together they approached a door which didn’t have her name on it, on the door it said ‘’The Queen Swan’’ was she show off? Only one way to find out. Madame knocked on the door and they heard a soft voice say ‘’Come in.’’

She was sitting in front of the mirror, her make-up off, she had a long satin black nightgown, her hair was still tied with the dark red feather sticking out. She got up with a swift move, turned to them. ‘’Doctor Lecter?’’ she asked because the note she had on flowers had his name. ‘’Yes,’’ he extended his hand which she gladly took. ‘’I would love to learn the name of this enchanting Swan Queen, If you don’t mind of course.’’ He kissed her hand, ‘’Y/N, Y/L/N.’’

‘’Y/N… such a unique name.’’ he praised, ‘’Thank you.’’

Hannibal was an observant man and during this interaction he carefully watched her, Madame Lisa-Macuja Elizalde left them alone she excused herself because she had to attend to some of the dancers.

Hannibal and Y/N sat on the velvet couch and talked about ballet, classical music and fine arts. He never had such an elite and uplifting conversation with anyone and at the back of his dark mind he could hear his wicked thoughts such as;

Where does she live?

Is her home safe?

Most importantly… does she have a partner?

How long has she been performing?

Hannibal, deep down, knew that it was over for them both because she belonged to him now. He was going to make sure she had no one to go to but him at the end.

Thank you for reading. :)

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shegatsby

4 years ago

Whisper of Evil

Hannibal Lecter x Reader Request;

Hi! If you don’t mind I had another idea for a HannibalxReader story. Hannibal had raised an infant like his daughter and trained her in the fine arts of culinary and killing as soon as she was 18. He’s seen her grow up into a young talented woman, blending into the society as his adoptive daughter. Maybe she was gifted on her 20th birthday with her very own victim from Hannibal. Killing him without his help. Hannibal watched her, notices how hot she is and hello to the smut 🤤 Thank you 🥺🥰 @negans-attagirl

Warnings: Smut, IM TALKING WAP WAP WAP :D Age gap, Murder

A/N: I’ve changed the request a little. Enjoy. Sorry for any typos.

It was Y/N’s 20th birthday, and for her birthday Hannibal Lecter decided to throw the most luxurious birthday dinner party, ‘’Why didn’t we settled on a small party Hannibal?’’ Y/N came down the stairs in a beautiful gown, ‘’Because this year is special for both of us and I’ll do anything for you princess.’’ He watched her go down the stairs she had a long satin, lilac dress. She had makeup on and her signature red lips were glowing, yes she was a grown woman now and he knew that his guests would love to eat her up, this thought made him uneasy. ‘’You look divine Y/N.’’ He tried to sound casual but his thoughts were dark and twisted, ‘’Excuse me.’’ He went to open the door for his guests.

Servants were pouring champagne and any kind of wine, everyone wished her a happy birthday and told her how beautiful she looked, her close friends like Jack, Alana, Bedelia and Will gave her presents but her mind was somewhere else, Hannibal promised her a kill, it was going to be special because this time he was only planning to give her the name of the person and leave the rest to her, he wasn’t going to help her with anything. She hid her excitement and told them how much she liked the gifts. She remembered her 18th birthday, Hannibal took her to the basement and showed her his work of art and told her not to be afraid but she wasn’t afraid, in fact she was thrilled to see that.

Throughout the night they ate and talked, she was a well educated young woman and Hannibal did a good job on guiding her for years, she could talk about any novel and art subject, she could speak French, German and Russian (Hannibal though her those) and all men had their eyes on her which made Hannibal uncomfortable.

Deep down he knew why he was uncomfortable but he didn’t want to admit it, he put a hand on her waist and pulled her closer, she feel the warmth radiating from his body, she could smell his manly cologne, it smelled like pine trees.Later the guests wanted her to play the harpsichord (again Hannibal thought her how to play that) and she entertained them with the swift and vivid tunes, she liked the way they admired her and just like Hannibal she loved being the center of attention.

‘’Well done Miss, your fingers are magic.’’ A young man approached to her, ‘’Thank you Sir.’’

He extended his hand, ‘’Vincent Van Damme, pleasure to meet you.’’ And he kissed the back of her hand, ‘’Y/N Y/L/N Lecter, the pleasure is all mine.’’ She heard the Van Damme family before and they came from old money, probably have few skeletons in their closets. ‘’Lecter?’’ Vincent was confused, ‘’Hannibal Lecter took me under his wings when my parents passed away, I alos use his surname too, especially when I want to be invited to a party.’’ And she winked at him, it made him laugh which caught Hannibal’s attention. She knew what she was doing, she was flirting with him to get Hannibal’s attention, because for months Hannibal was distant and she had a theory about that and wanted to prove it.

‘’I’ve met Doctor Lecter few years ago,’’ and he started to tell her how they met, honestly she couldn’t care less, it was obvious that he wanted to sleep with her and was flirting with her she scanned the room with her tired eyes and found Hannibal’s dark eyes on her. Dark brown eyes… eyes that could make one scream in fear.

She touched Vincent’s arm gently, she was using psychological tricks from Hannibal’s weekly medical journals, Vincent looked happy.

Hannibal Lecter was trying to stay calm and he finished his drink quickly, ‘’You should slow down Hannibal.’’ Will said laughing, ‘’Excuse me for a moment.’’ He left them and walked towards Y/N and Vincent. ‘’Good evening.’’ He greeted Vincent, ‘’Hannibal, thank you for inviting me. The food was amazing, as always.’’ Hannibal put his hand on Y/N’s shoulder and squeezed hard, she didn’t flinch.

‘’Thank you Vincent, where is your wife?’’ He asked abruptly and pointed his ring finger which had no ring but the mark was still there.

The tension between them sent shivers to her private part, it was a damn good show to see Hannibal on alpha mode.

‘’She couldn’t make it… the kids and all that…’’ He was embarrassed,‘’That’s what I thought. Y/N follow me please.’’

And he held her hand and pulled her away from Vincent, she was giggling when they arrived upstairs bedroom.

‘’What is wrong with you? Is it the alcohol in your system that makes you behave like this? Please explain yourself.’’ He wasn’t yelling but when it comes to Hannibal he didn’t have to yell to make someone scared and dizzy. ‘’Nothing is wrong with me Hannibal. I.. I just wanted to flirt a little, I’m 20 years old you know that right?!’’ She crossed her arms and it gave her breasts a little push, Hannibal for a split second looked at her breasts and looked away, and that was the answer to her theory, he liked her.. very much. ‘’Do you want to know your gift’s name?’’ He changed the subject and was glad to see the shine in her Y/E/C eyes. He pulled out a business card from his pocket, gave it to her and left. She almost forgot to breathe, on the card it said

‘’Vincent Van Damme.’’

3 days later

It was late night and Y/N was at the winter cabin of Mr. Van Damme, ‘’Thank you for coming here with me Y/N.’’ he poured a glass of white wine for them, ‘’I should thank you for inviting me here, it is a beautiful place.. and has the gorgeous view.’’ She pointed the big window which had no curtains and she knew Hannibal was watching them. Her hands were shaking because she really didn’t want to fail him.

They cheered and drank, the fact that Vincent knows nothing about what’s going to happen to him made her body filled with adrenalin. ‘’Vincent darling, can you get me a blanket. I’m cold.’’ She looked at him with loving eyes and made her tone little bit seductive and Vincent went upstairs to fulfill his task.

She was good at Herbology and she made specific poison for Vincent and named it ‘’Dolosus’’ it meant cheater in latin. She applied it on her lips, it looked like a shiny gloss and she exactly had 2 minutes to wipe it off or otherwise she would be dead.

‘’Here is your blanket love.’’ She wanted to vomit.

Vincent noticed the so called lip gloss, ‘’Looks tasty.’’ Vincent had a wicked smile, his blue eyes on her lips. ‘’Wanna try?’’

He pulled her for a kiss, it was long when they parted his lips were blue. She pulled out a napkin and wiped the poison off of her lips. She got up to wash her mouth and when she came back she was him on the ground trying to breathe, ‘’W- whatss happening to mee?’’ he managed to say. ‘’That’s what you get when you cheat on your wife, love.’’

Hannibal knocked on the door and Y/N let him in, he was smiling when he was Vincent on the ground.

‘’I loved your technique darling but..’’ he turned to face her, her cheeks were flushed. ‘’You just ruined our food.’’ And they both laughed together. She touched her arm while laughing and left his hand on her hand, his hand was warm. When they stopped Hannibal cupped her cheek, ‘’Well done Y/N, I’m proud of you.’’ His brown eyes went to her lips, ‘’Are they poison free?’’ he asked smiling. She didn’t say anything but leaned to kiss his plump lips.

Hannibal was in shock first, he couldn’t believe this was happening but soon he replied to her kiss, he gently pushed on the couch, one of the things about him was that he was a gentleman, that’s what made her drawn to him but she knew that once they were intimate that gentleman would be a hungry man. She wasn’t wrong. She had a dark red winter dress and she felt his hand pulling the dress few inches, his fingers hot against her shivering body. She yanked him closer, his tall body was flushed against hers, she could feel his arousal on her stomach. ‘’Do you want me?’’

He pulled away and asked her, searching for any discomfort in her beautiful eyes, ‘’Yes.’’ She was panting, ‘’Things I’m going to do to you… you won’t be able to walk the next week darling.’’ She felt her cunt vibrate with his words. ‘’Promise?’’ She asked with a smirk, ‘’Promise.’’

She helped him get rid of his clothes, it was the very first time she saw him naked and she had to swallow. ‘’Like what you see?’’ He grabbed his member to give it a few pumps. She nodded, he was huge. ‘’Undress for me.’’

He sat on the couch and watched her slowly took of her dress, she had matching underwear, a black bra and black lace panties. She was always insecure about her body but not tonight, the way he looked at her told her whatever affirmation she needed to hear, ‘’Divine, Aphrodite would be jealous of you.’’

The couch was big enough for them and the next thing she knew was that she was under him, kissing and biting his lips. He moved to her exposed neck and left marks there, came down to her breasts, toyed with them like Hephaestus playing with metal and working his magic. She could feel herself getting wetter each second, he was ravenous, his hands were caressing every part of her, his hot mouth camto her aching core. He inhaled her womanly scent and it made her blush, she wanted to close the gap between her legs but he stopped her. ‘’Never be shy around me Y/N, you are a magnificent woman who deserves to be worshiped and often.’’

He was giving her cunt good licks, he was talented, he kept her legs apart and dived in. She was panting and writhing, he decided to press his finger in and her head fell back. He was pumping slowly, a soft moan left her when he added the second finger, his thumb was circling her clit he kept his movements until she came. His hands left red marks on her legs and she liked it, ‘’Are you ready for me?’’ he watched her body, she looked up to see him, his face was flushed and his pupils were dilated.

‘’Yes daddy.’’ She surprised herself and thought she ruined the moment because Hannibal closed his eyelids and stopped pumping his juicy cock. The pre-cum was dripping, ‘’Hannibal I’m s-‘’

‘’Say it again.’’

His dream just came true, he literally had dreams of Y/N calling him daddy while he was fucking her raw.

‘’Daddy please fuck my pussy.’’

He placed himself between her wide open legs, she felt his tip and shivered. He eased into her, stretching her open, his hands were tight on her thighs. He started to move with control, fully in and fully out, ‘’Harder daddy please..’’ she moaned into his ear.

He let loose, the sound of their skin slapping, the crazy sensation of his hard dick.. it was too much. He wasn’t shy and hearing his moans shocked her, he was a starved man. He was kissing her as he fucked her, biting her lower lip until she was bleeding, he knew she liked it. She reached to her peak, ‘’Daddy oh fuck..’’

‘’Open your mouth.’’ And he spit in her mouth, watched her swallow, ‘’Good girl.’’

He came after her, chanting her name as if it’s a prayer. Her slick was covering him when he emptied himself into her, when it was over he laid on her, careful not to hurt her and she caressed his soft hair, he chuckled under his breath,

‘’We have to clean the place before we leave. Remember the rules, never leave your DNA.’’

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shegatsby

2 years ago

Can i request a smut of obsessed hannibal x shy student reader ( im obsessed with him lately). He is obsessed with her while she has a small crush on him and then he invited her to her house and just cant get enough of her (if u know what i mean *wink wink*)

A/N; Hi! Thank you for this request ;) I hope you like it.

Warnings; Smut! Sexual encounter, pussy eating etc.

Pairings; Hannibal x Y/N

Doctor Hannibal Lecter walked into his classroom with his leather bag, and his attitude. The dean of the university has been requesting, demanding to have him there and finally the dean put Will Graham on the job and Will convinced him to do it. Now Hannibal had three jobs; being a psychiatrist, helping the FBI and recently he has been teaching. Whenever he entered to give his lecture he would observe his students. Most of them were scared of him because he was a monster when he was grading papers, he never liked the way his students dressed, so informal and untidy. However, one of his students, Y/N, she always looked energetic, ready and put together. She had this type of feminine energy which made him navigate towards her, the perfume she wore filled his nostrils every time. The most attractive thing about her was that she would get so shy around him, red cheeks, always looking away whenever their eyes make contact. Hannibal was close to figuring her out, or so he thought. ‘’Hello.’’ He said with a dominant tone, he watched Y/N sitting straight, fixing her hair, ‘’Where did we left off last week?’’ he asked even though he knew where they were he was just checking to see if the students were interested, only Y/N replied. ‘’Thank you Ms. Y/L/N, shall we continue?’’

The rest of the class was as usual, he gave his presentation, executed swiftly, watched Y/N take notes, she looked adorable when she was focused on something. When he was finished he had a strange thought, his fox like mind was moving at a speed which he wasn’t used to, he waited for other students to leave the room so that he could be alone with her. ‘’Ms. Y/L/N,’’ she lifted her head to look, she was startled because a second ago he was at his desk, now he was right in front of her, ‘’Yes Doctor Lecter?’’ she said kindly. ‘’I’ve realized that you are quite interested in what I have to say about this lecture, would you like to come over to my home and discuss the upcoming topics? I want to feed your hunger for knowledge.’’ His hands were in his pockets, never loosing eye contact, he watched her go red with his last sentence.

‘’I- I would love that Doctor Lecter.’’

Y/N and also other students knew Doctor Lecter’s infamous dinner parties, she always imagined to be invited by him, just to see how he entertains his guests, also to be near him. Yes, she had a small crush but so did everyone. He was a brilliant man with great knowledge of his field and he was so polite to her all the time. Last week he brought coffee just for her, the other week she couldn’t make it to the lecture because she was extremely ill and Doctor Lecter sent her that weeks notes. She thought He does this to every student.. oh how wrong she was.

That evening she dressed to impress, black dress with a smooth make-up and high heels, when Hannibal opened the door in his expensive suit she realized she dressed right for the dinner.

Hannibal’s maroon eyes roamed over on her body, ‘’A work of art,’’ he thought ‘’all for me’’

‘’Please, come in. I must say, you look ravishing tonight.’’ Y/N tried to hide her face as she walked inside.

She knew he was rich but damn, his house was something else. He had a dark taste in colors and art, she found herself looking at the painting on the walls, as if she was at a museum. ‘’I assume you’re a fan of fine art?’’

He gave her a glass of red wine before dinner, ‘’Yes, I often visit art galleries and museums. I’m in awe of what people can do with their hands and imagination.’’ Hannibal lifted his eyebrow with a smirk look on his face, ‘’Shall we go to the dining room. Dinner awaits us.’’

He guided her by placing his large hand on the small of her back, she felt her heart at her throat.

The food was placed elegantly on the large table, the fireplace was lit, it gave a warm atmosphere to the place but she could feel the tension hanging in the air. Hannibal, as a gentleman, pulled her chair for her, she thanked him and sat.

The dinner conversation was casual, they talked about the university and classes, she was curious of his work with the FBI so Hannibal explained it generously. He usually had his dinner alone by the fireplace but having a company wasn’t so bad, he could feel the feeling of obsession rising from the back of his dark mind to the surface, it happened before and it didn’t end well. But maybe this time…

Y/n didn’t know exactly when and how she ended up in this position but she wasn’t complaining when Hannibal’s thick fingers found her wet clit and started to gently rub it. She was on top of the table, legs spread and Hannibal between them. His smug smile and his eyes will always be printed in her mind.

‘’Have you been wet like this during the dinner darling? If I knew… I wouldn’t have waited so long.’’ And she whined in pleasure because he started to finger her slowly, it was too slow for her liking. This pent up tension between them had to explode tonight, otherwise she felt like she was going to die.

He knelt to give her soft lips a kiss, which turned into a long make out session, she cupped his shaven cheeks with her hands, feeling his skin, his free hand went to squeeze her neck, he wasn’t rough but it wasn’t gentle either. They locked eyes, ‘’Let me taste you princess.’’ And with that he knelt on his knees and lifted her skirts. She had black lacy panties, he didn’t take them off just pushed them aside and started to give her small kisses, not there but her inner thighs. His slowness and the grip he had on her was driving her mad. ‘’Hannibal,’’ she said panting, ‘’please-‘’ he stopped and looked up, ‘’Please what princess?’’

He could see her cheeks, her parted lips and that expression her pretty face, she looked as if she was under a trance, a trance which Hannibal put on her. ‘’Use your words.’’ He demanded. He was certain that if she kept silent he wouldn’t move a muscle. ‘’Please eat me, use me.. I’m all yours.’’

A hungry smile planted on his dark face, ‘’As you wish princess.’’ And he dived into her treasure.

Hannibal had a taste for finer things in life, as soon as he got that intimate, warm taste of her he knew that he made no mistake in letting her into his space. She was so sweet and tasty, so soft and the sounds she made…

Even though she was wet Hannibal spit on her and also started to play with her with his fingers.

Y/N couldn’t believe her situation right now, her professor was eating her out at his home. Well, not like she didn’t have dream of it, but she never thought it would be this good. His tongue was skilled, his fingers hit the right spot.

Hannibal Lecter, even though he didn’t want to admit it, he too had dreams of her frequently. While he was treating a patient or giving his lectures he often thought of her, bent over on his table or on his kitchen counter. He pulled away from her, which made her whine in need. He pulled down his pants because he couldn’t wait anymore, he had to be buried in her sweet, juicy core.

He wrapped his dick and buried himself inside her fully, which made her freeze, ‘’Relax,’’ he knelt to give her a long kiss, ‘’I’m here.’’ They locked eyes as he started to move in and out.

''You like that princess? Look at you, legs spread for your professor. Such a whore.'' His shameless words and his pace made her legs shake in pleasure, Hannibal was rough with her hold on her this time, his hand chocked her throat and she saw stars.

Her body was moving with his fast speed, legs warpped around his waist, as she came undone she screamed his name over and over again.

''Now,'' his movements stopped slowly, ''You belong to me.''

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shegatsby

3 years ago

Fire on Ice

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

Genre; Romance, smut is here, mob, gangs, slow-burn,

Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Words; 2.163K

Warnings; Female oral receiving, kitchen sex, no protection.

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Chapter Seven

After that strange phone call Tom had a hunch, he bet it was the she boss of the clan Queens. What did she mean by meeting him soon? He never liked ambiguity. He sat on the chair, his glass was empty, it was late and you were sleeping. He never wanted to take a bigger step like that in your relationship but he couldn’t stop himself, he took his head into his cold palms, ‘’What have I done?’’

You woke up to the sound of your phone’s alarm, it was 8am and you were a hot mess. Last night’s events made you sour, you huffed and puffed and finally turned off the alarm. Tom left a note for you because he had to leave for work. You smiled at the little heart shape on the piece of paper. You took a quick shower wore a big shirt that you found in his closet and made yourself a breakfast. Since you were bored you decided to look around and admire the rooms. What really shocked you was that you saw guns in his study room, you were just looking around and found a secret switch, you thought it was for the lights but the small library started to move away and you saw a gun collection on the wall. You had to take a step back, ‘’What the fuck?’’ you never liked guns. When you heard the front door opening you hit the switch and watch the library closing.

Tom was dealing with a work situation, something came up with the gun trade, ‘’Fucking Yankees!’’ you breathed out when he finally came back home. Before he could see you in his study room you rushed to the kitchen, pretending like you’re eating your breakfast, ‘’Morning love. Didn’t want to wake you up before I left. You seemed..’’ he had a naught grin on his lips, ‘’tired shall I say?’’ he laughed. You smiled,- shyly, you were too scared to ask him about the guns. Were you in danger? You didn’t know what to do. ‘’You want to eat?’’ you asked not looking into his eyes, ‘’No, I ate earlier. Thank you.’’ He drank a tall glass of water, ‘’What’s wrong?’’ Damn it. He knew how to deduce, ‘’Just,’’ in order to buy some time for your answer you put the dished in the washer, ‘’I really hate working at that bar, stressing me out.’’ He came to give you a big hug. He was much taller than you so he backed you up against the kitchen island, you could feel his body radiating warmth. ‘’I know.’’ He said knowingly, ‘’If, if you want I can help you look for jobs. You don’t have to work there.’’ His tone was so welcoming and kind, as he wrapped you in his arms you forgot the guns and the anxiety you were in. He seemed like a normal guy who was working hard for himself. You exhaled deeply, ‘’Thank you but I can’t quit right now. I’m saving some money.’’ You shortly explained, looked up to meet his blue gaze, ‘’If money is the issue than you shouldn2t worry about-‘’ you placed your fingers to shut him up, ‘’Tom, this is my life and I get to choose what to do. My burdens are mine to bear.’’ And you kissed his welcoming lips. You melt into his mouth and became one, single soul. He lifted you up and now you were sitting on the cold surface of the kitchen island, you only had his shirt and nothing else and when his hand slipped under the big shirt and felt your naked skin he moaned. He was having fun exploring your mouth, his one hand was on your neck the other was on your waist. After this heated make out session he pulled away, and kissed your neck, proud to see the bruises he left last night. He pulled the shirt up and threw it somewhere on the kitchen floor. Now you were just sitting there with your hair let loose, naked body which he adored and worshiped last night, his fingers came to trace the dark bruises on your thighs, ‘’I’m sorry I hope I didn’t hurt you darling.’’ He kissed them one by one, ‘’No Tom. You didn’t hurt me.’’ You loved seeing those bruises and hand prints, ‘’Stay like this.’’ He said and pulled away from your body, you pouted your lips, immediately needing his warmth, he pulled a stool to sit between your wide open legs, you didn’t understand at first, ‘’I think I will have some dessert.’’ He pushed your legs wider and thanks to the morning light entering the kitchen he get to see you fully exposed, you felt your face burning.

Your wet cunt was on display for him and only him, and he knew that you would only be like this with him.

He first kissed the inside of your thighs, looking up at you for consent and you simply nodded.

Later used both of his hands to open you up and you moaned, covering your mouth with your hand, Tom reached to pull your hand away. ‘’I will hear you scream my name like a prayer darling.’’ You were shocked at his boldness.

He focused on your wet core, you could feel his hot breath fanning your aching cut, he gave small kisses here and there, later started to give open mouth kisses and biting the lips, you were a moaning mess, no man ever treated you like this. He inserted a finger while sucking your clit, pumping the finger and out, he had no other business meetings so he was free today and until you had to leave for work his plan was to fuck you. Today Tom made a decision, he decided to give in to his temptations because he loved spending time with you and he wanted to get to know you better. He even found himself imagining a future with you, in London. Deep in his heart he felt that you had no bond with his father’s death so he decided to never reveal his true intentions and go with the flow.

Your hands went to his golden locks, pulling his mouth towards your wet core, the wet obscene sounds your cunt made filled the room, you could hear Tom’s moaning and sending vibration to your cunt. You had no time to be ashamed right now, all you felt was pure pleasure he was giving you and you knew it by heart that he was enjoying it, he was enjoying being buried between your thighs. This man was a pussy pleaser and his partner’s needs always come first than his.

He added another finger and started scissoring your walls inside, you screamed his name over and over again like he predicted, his mouth lapping and fingers working to send you over the edge and he managed to make you squirt right on his kitchen island, you tried to push him away screaming but he didn’t let go, he didn’t care if his white dress shirt was covered in your juice –it was a lot by the way- and he also didn’t care that you made a huge mess, he helped you calm down with his mouth and fingers. You were spent, after you came down from your high you didn’t know what to say you were just shocked that it happened. He get you to squirt.

‘’Tom I-‘’ you wanted to apologies for making a mess but he stopped you with a kiss, you could taste yourself in his mouth and when he pulled away you could see how pleased he was. ‘’That was the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.’’ He wasn’t lying and you didn’t doubt him. You wanted to please him too and you reached for his belt, he helped you take it off but before you could reach to pump his cock he flipped you over, now your chest was on the cold kitchen island, he pulled you towards himself a little for a better position and he pushed his hard cock inside you with a single movement. You were still sensitive and your vision got blurry. ‘’F- fuuuuuuuck’’ he whispered, ‘’So tight.’’

He pulled out completely and pushed back in again, holding you firmly, ‘’You like that? Listen, do you hear the sound your wet pussy makes?’’ his accent was the first thing you were attracted when you met him days ago at your bar and again, his accent could make you come if he tried hard. He was faster than last time, what you didn’t know was that he kept imagining last night while he was at work. He was already hard when he walked in to his hose and seeing you in his shirt made things to him. Sounds of both of your whimpers and curses filled the kitchen, you were holding the edges of the marble kitchen island, knuckles turning pale. ‘’Fuck’ I’m coming.’’ He said holding your throat rather harshly, you didn’t complain. ‘’Cum in me please, Tom ah-‘’ after few sloppy movements he came in your tight, used hole. Feeling his seed in you made you cum again.

The aftercare was amazing. He flipped you back, kissed you lazily and told you to not move, when he came back he had a wet piece of white cloth to clean your cunt and legs, he helped you wear his shirt and carried you back to bed. Since our shift was late at night and Tom’s business meetings were late you guys napped together. He wrapped you in his pale arms and you happily closed your eyes, you fell asleep hearing his calming heartbeat.

Your work was normal, same old same old, however you were wondering where Jack was. It had been days and you didn’t see him anywhere, you hoped that he was healthy and well.

Rest of your night was hectic because there was a stupid match on the TV and the inside was crowded, tips were insane though, when your shift ended you got your things and left the bar, the street was dark and silent. As you were walking and minding your own business someone, a man pulled you by your arm to a dark alley, he covered your hand so that you can’t scream for help. When he pushed you to a wall you could see that it was Jack. ‘’Y/N, don’t scream. I’m here to help.’’ He pulled his hand away, took a step back, you were o shocked that your body froze. ‘’W- WHAT THE FUCK JACK?!’’ you screamed at his face, ‘’I know, I’m sorry but I had to make sure that no one can see us. I don’t have much time. I’m leaving the city and never coming back. You must know that-‘’ he swallowed hard, ‘’you are in great danger.’’ He made no sense, ‘’What do you mean by that? And where are you going?’’

‘’I can’t say too much but, that guy you’re with, he isn’t a good person. Watch your back.’’ Before you could say anything or response –you were still frozen- he disappeared into the night, you had to rest there and calm yourself for few minutes, you had no idea of what was going on but you remembered Tom’s gun collection, and the things Jack said… your phone was ringing and with shaking hands you pulled it out of your bag, Tom was calling. You declined the call and started to walk to the bus station. You had to go home and relax before you can speak to him. How did Jack know that you’re with Tom? What kind of a danger he was talking about?

When you got to home you took a long shower, wore your pjs and laid on your not so comfortable bed, Tom gave you another call, you had to pick it up because he knew you were working late and you didn’t want him to worry and call the police or something.

‘’Hey Tom.’’ Your voice came out cold and tired,

‘’Hello love. Are you home yet?’’ he asked, you could hear some background voice like TV,

‘’Yes, yes I- uh- I’m tired. Can we talk later?’’

‘’Yes sure but before we hang up I have to tell you, there is an event I have to go and I don’t want to go there alone. Would you like to accompany me?’’ he quickly asked, he wanted to ask you this in person but he couldn’t wait.

‘’What kind of an event?’’

‘’It’s a fundraising for unemployed artists, they get to show their paintings and sculptures to the rich society and at the end of the night we can buy or leave a donation. We can talk about the details tomorrow but please consider it. I would hate to go there alone.’’

‘’I will consider it, good night Tom.’’

‘’Night love. Sleep well.’’

Chapter 8

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shegatsby

5 years ago

Reborn From Ashes

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

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader

Genre: Romance

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

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Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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2 years ago

The Last of Us

Warnings; Post apocalyptic world, mention of suicide. Attempt of suicide!!! Reader be aware!

Words; 1.582K

A/N; Hi guys! Its me again, I'm obssessed with the show so far, let me know what you think. See you later ;) Smut in the next chapters babes.

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

Chapter Two- Step by step

Joel woke up to the sun rise, the warm sun was burning his face, when he looked at the small watch on the ground he realized that he only slept for 3 hours. His nightmares kept him waking up over and over again all night, it had been a while since he dreamt of his daughter Sarah. He first sat on the bed, recently waking up and getting himself out to the world was getting pointless. His bare feet touching the cold wood floor, he could feel the dust underneath, he was never good at keeping a house, not that it mattered anymore, but it would be nice to have someone… he thought. Joel stood up to wash his face and get ready for the day ahead. Today was the day, he was going to get the car battery and bounce the hell out of here and find his brother. Something in him wished that it wasn’t today when he looked at the apartment complex standing in front of his building, his eyes searched for her window, she had no curtains and he saw her walking towards her door. Every job started at 6.00 am he quickly got dressed, drank a glass of whiskey and left.

Y/N left her flat to go to her job, it was sunny outside and the smoke from cremation of people turned her stomach, she had to walk fast to reach her office and get inside. Everyday ever since her arrival to this QZ she had the same thing. Wake up, do her job as a seamstress, kindly smile to everyone and end conversations short and go home. The days were getting heavier and heavier, like the Atlas himself carrying the entire world. As she was sitting down and fixing clothes her eyes were fixed on that old man’s jeans. They were dirty, some parts were covered in dry dirt but they didn’t smell bad, in fact, they smelled like him, rich of salt and something that smelled like man. Strong and demanding. She remembered his presence yesterday, they didn’t exchange too much words but the way he stood tall and his aura was there.

Y/N remembered the first day she arrived, the FEDRA soldiers checked her and others to see if they were infected, one of them was so a single shot to the head and the body dropped to the ground. Even though he was infected they should have done it privately, there were children watching. She flinched with that violent act, her eyes needed to focus on something, or someone to zone out and she found him. Warm brown eyes, he was eating his lunch, sitting on a half broken bank, legs spread.

After that day she was placed to a building, the person who was responsible of bringing new survivors asked if she was good at something and this is how she got her job, her grandmother taught her well. Sometimes she got excited for small things, such as; teaching. In her spare time she used to teach kids how to write and read, she brought few books with her and she could feel herself being happy when she was teaching, unfortunately that spark died away when FEDRA banned her from teaching. They said what she is teaching is against their law and she could get into trouble, trouble as in ‘’dead’’ it had been six months since she came here, even though she tried she couldn’t blend in, she felt like a witch in middle ages, one mistake and she is dead.

A cough brought her back to the present moment, she looked up to meet the eyes of a stranger but found warm brown ones, the ones that looked like fresh soil after a summer rain. ‘’I was just finishing up.’’ She found herself stutter for some reason, maybe she was caught off guard, ‘’It’s okay. I can wait.’’ He replied shortly. This was their second conversation in six months. She focused on the task at hand again, even though he wasn’t saying a word she could feel his energy, he has to be a fire sign, she thought but she didn’t ask because no one cared about astrology or planets anymore, all they cared about was eat, sleep, fuck and survive. What really surprised her was that women were giving birth, who would in their right mind to decide to have kids?!

‘’Here you go.’’ She gave the jeans back to him, ‘’Good as new.’’ She smiled gently, daring to meet his eyes and Joel didn’t remember when was the last time someone spoke to him in such soft manner and kindly smiled, it was probably before the pandemic.

He reached to grab the jeans and her hands touched his, even though it was for a split second he felt something, like a long gone emotion that is waking up and moving to the surface. He wanted to thank her but instead he was frozen, he placed the jeans onto his shoulder and put money on the table, it was more than the price, ‘’But that’s too much sir-‘’ she wanted to protest, ‘’Joel,’’ she looked puzzled, ‘’My name is Joel, Joel Miller.’’ He managed to say without being too awkward. She could see that it was out of character for him, explaining himself to someone because he didn’t look the type. Y/N didn’t want to be rude so she extended her hand, ‘’Y/N Y/L/N. Pleasure to meet you.’’ His callused hand took her honey like one, that was his first thought, smooth like honey. ‘’Pleasure is all mine.’’ She heard his accent, he must be from Texas or somewhere close, how did he end up in Boston? It was a question wanted to ask but pulled herself from. There was a moment of silence between them and he left, like a breeze he was gone.

Joel had too much to think, he had to get himself and his friend Tess out of here quickly. Tess was a woman of courage, she could take on any task at hand and do a better job most of the people, she was a good friend to have. Together they came up with the plan to escape and the day was today.

As usual Y/N locked the place up, it was moments before the curfew, it started to rain. She always liked the rain, it cleansed her soul. Tonight was the night, she was going to do it. On her way home she smiled to everyone, made small conversations.

When she reached home she locked the door, poured herself a drink, she placed her useful things on the table for others to use and grabbed a chair, placed it under the ceiling. Weeks ago she found a rope in an abandoned building and took it with her, maybe deep down she knew the purpose of the robe. She could hear the thunder and rain, beating the walls of her home. She drank another glass and another and then tied the robe to the ceiling. She shrugged her shoulder, this way of life… it wasn’t worth it anyway. She finished that bottle, tossed it somewhere she did not care and stepped on the chair.

Joel Miller packedhis bag yesterday, before he left he made sure that he got everything he would need, Tess was at the door waiting with Ellie, yesterday he had to make a deal to take this girl to a Firefly team, it was either that deal or no deal at all so he had to agree, Tess played a huge part in it as well. Now he was stuck with this kid who keep annoys him. ‘’Ready to go?’’ Tess asked, Joel looked from his window to Y/N’s window, her lights were on, ‘’What if we got someone else?’’ he asked to Tess, as soon as he spoke Tess rolled her blue eyes, she got so sick and tired of Joel talking about this girl… ‘’Whatever just make it quick. We will wait you outside.’’ Joel ran outside to get her. For once he felt like luck was on his side, he made sure no one saw him and he walked into her building. When he finally reached her door he was nervous, he would rather face infected than this but he had to. He couldn’t just leave without asking her to come with him, he knew he would resent himself.

He knocked on the door, no voice, no nothing. He knocked again, and again, something was wrong. The door was locked so he stepped back and used his shoulder to open it, the door was smashed to the ground and what he saw shocked him to his core. Y/N was tied to a robe but her neck wasn’t broken, she was struggling to get out. Joel immediately grabbed her by the waist and lifted her to give her some air and with his leg he pulled the chair close to him, at last he saved her. She was coughing really bad and her neck was red, her whole body was shaking, Joel made sure that she was in his arms, on the floor, ‘’Why?’’ he breathed, ‘’Why would you do that to yourself?!’’ he sounded angry and hurt at the same time. Holding her with his big arms, when her coughing declined he gave her some water, ‘’T- thank y-ou.’’ She said shaking, ‘’Get up.’’ He demanded, ‘’What?’’ her voice was so tiny and growling, ‘’We’re leaving. Now.’’

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