Love Thy Enemy

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Mistletoe

Hi! Do you still take requests? I recently fall I the hole of the Hannibal fandom and I would love a Holiday fic with Hannibal x reader, Will x reader or maybe both when they kiss under the mistletoe.  @lzzygeekk​

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Hannibal x Female Reader

Warnings: None.

It was the Christmas holiday and Hannibal Lecter threw a dinner party for his close friends which included Jack, Alana, Will and Y/N. Y/N was new to the group, a shy girl with a big heart and beautiful eyes, thought Hannibal when he first saw her. Over the weeks Y/N became a close friend to all of them, she was always there and love to help people around her and Hannibal noticed how giving she was. Since he was psychiatrist he could see that her behavior comes from childhood traumas and he knew he could use her. His intention at first was to use her, however after spending time with her and talking to her, he saw how smart she was and he respect that.

‘’I’ve never eaten something like this before, it’s lovely Hannibal. Thank you for inviting me.’’ Y/N said, they were sitting and enjoying the great meals Hannibal prepared for them, he smiled proudly. ‘’Did you had any help?’’ She asked, Jack chuckled, ‘’When Doctor Lecter cooks for friends he never gets help. Am I wrong Hannibal?’’

Hannibal turned to Y/N who was sitting close to him, he could smell her fresh cologne, her evening dress was dark red and velvet, she looked elegant and sophisticated. ‘’Jack is right. I love cooking for people that I’m close with.’’ He didn’t use the word ‘’friend’’ because he had plans for Y/N.

She saw Hannibal giving her a subtle wink and felt the heat rush to her cheeks, she liked Hannibal but she knew he was a busy man who only loved his work. She felt the sadness wash her body, she focused on eating and listening the conversation, it was mostly work related, there was a new serial killer in town and they were trying to catch him.

After the dinner Y/N helped Hannibal in the kitchen, others were in the living room enjoying the soft classical music and the heat coming from the fireplace. ‘’Thank you again Hannibal.’’ She said while putting the dishes into the dishwasher, ‘’You are one of us now Y/N, and I enjoy your company. I would love to spend time with you more.’’ She almost dropped the plate she was holding, ‘’I- I would love that too.’’

They left the kitchen, there was a huge Christmas tree, it looked shiny and Y/N loved it. Y/N was sipping her red wine, standing close to the tree and Hannibal decided to go talk to her.

‘’How does the wine taste? You like it?’’ He asked, he loved to serve his guests, so far had no complaints (if you don’t count the dead ones of course), ‘’Delicious. Smells divine.’’ She replied, she could see the Christmas lights shining in his dark brown eyes, ‘’I2m glad you enjoyed it, I should thank you for coming here tonight. I thought you might hesitate and turn down my invitation.’’ He was being honest, he wanted to spend Christmas with people especially with Y/N because he never liked being alone during holidays, it made him remember old traumas where they are safely locked in his mind palace.

‘’Oh my God! You guys are under the mistletoe right now!’’ Alana said to them, Y/N looked up to see and Alana was right. ‘’I suppose we should follow the tradition?’’ Hannibal asked, a sudden chill went through her. She wanted to that for weeks and it was happening, ‘’I suppose we should.’’ And he placed a hand on her waist to close the gap between their bodies, they both closed their eyes and she let him kiss her. It was a short kiss, a small touch which made her eager for more, she felt his puffy lips on hers and the time stopped. For a second -which seemed eternity- it was just two of them standing. When he pulled away he looked at her deeply, they heard applause and cheers which made her giggle like a little girl.

Hannibal’s plan for them was working, he was purposefully hanged that mistletoe so that he could kiss her. Will Graham knew all about it, he was a good observant and he was just smiling, he was happy for them.

When Hannibal saw how red her cheeks were he knew she had feelings for her, and it gave him hope to start a relationship.

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Shattered Pieces

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Genre: Romance. Smut in the future. Angst.

Warnings: Y/N was almost 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?

This story takes place in Captain America The Winter Soldier.This will be a short story. Sorry for any tyops. Likes and comments are welcomed in this house lol, stay safe my dudes!! Text me if I forgot to tag you <333

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Chapter 4

A month passed since the incident, Bucky was nowhere to be found and Steve gathered a team of talented people to chase him. Y/N was also a part of the team, Natasha wasn't included but before she left town she brought files on Bucky from Kiev. 

The Intelligence Community was helping the team as well, Y/N first tried Brooklyn, she thought maybe Bucky remembered and started with Brooklyn but it was a dead end, however, finally they got signals from Europe.  He was a well trained assassin and knew how to hide, everyday Y/N's hopes crashed but with the dawn of new day she dared to hope again. What happened to Bucky was a tragedy and she wanted to make things right, they were on SHIELD's chopper heading to Romania. Steve was giving orders as always, Y/N's mind was somewhere else, she wondered what their conversation would be if they saw each other again. ''Y/N?'' Steve called her name for the third time, ''Yeah?'' she said with a faint voice. ''We are landing.'' The inside was loud so they were talkinf through black headphones, ''Alright.''

Team was tired so Steve gave them onre day to recover, SHIELD took care of the hotel, it was an expensive one. Steve and Y/N's rooms were on the same floor, ''I'm gonna take a shower, you should eat without me.'' she said. She was tired, the dark circles under her eyes were the proof of how hard she was working to find Bucky, Steve felt sad everyday to see his friend like that. ''Y/N, try to get some sleep.'' He said and went into is room.

She walked inside and locked her door, dropped her bag and hit the shower. It was a long and hot one, after that she got dressed because she had plans of her own. It was still early to travel and go to the places they marked on the map to find Bucky. She wore a simple blue denim pants, a black sweater and a black hat. She had a grey backpack, she  gave her tired self a look on the tall mirror before she left, ''God I look tired!'' they were in the capital city of Romania, which was Bucharest. The spies of SHIELD gave them few addresses of sububrs, dangerous places. ''If I were Bucky which place I would choose?'' Y/N thought, she was on a taxi and had a map on her lap. ''I would choose a crowded place to blend in, maybe an apartment building. Windows would be covered.'' 

She gave an address to the driver, she was watching the city through the dirty window, people minding their own business, everything seemed normal but nothing about her life was normal. The sun was setting and leaving an orangy red colour on the deep blue clouds, as she left the taxi she tipped the driver and kindly smiled at him, he was an old man with a deep accent. ''Sweet girl,'' he said, ''be careful around here.'' he was right the place looked shady. 

She watched the car leave, kids were playing together, throwing balls at each other, she was few women with bags, entering a tall apartment building. She sat on a bank near a big tree, trying to decide what she should do first. The last time she tracked Bucky she ended up being the toy of Hydra, she pushed the unwanted memories away. She opened her backpack and pulled a picture of Bucky, ''I have nothing to lose.''

For hours she asked people if they knew the man in the picture, some couldn't speak English, the ones that did couldn't help her. Now it was late night, children were already gone home, only stray dogs, and cats were out. She inhaled deeply, ''I knew it! I won't be able to find him on my own.'' she hated herself, if it was the other way around Bucky would've found her weeks ago. 

She gave a last look and put the picture back, as she was walking and looking around she decided to walk pass the tall apartment, the alley was dark. She was having a really shitty they and the last thing she wanted was some boys to chase her but here they were. 3 boys were sitting at the corner of a building but when they saw her they started to call out for her, she couldn't understand Romanian so she kept on walking, however the boys seemed interested. ''Nu vorbesc românește.'' She said which was the only sentence she knew in Romanian, it meant ''I don't speak any Romanian.'' but the boys started to laugh.  One of them was smoking and he threw the cigar on the ground, got close to Y/N. Y/N blocked his hand with hers, ''Leave and no one gets hurt!'' she yelled. 

She wanted to be heard by anyone but there was no one, or so she thought. She kicked the one close to her, he fell on his back. Other two pulled out their knives but something stopped them. They were looking at something behind her, they stood still for a second and helped their friend who was holding his crotch and struggling on the cold ground. Together they ran. She turned to see what was behind her and and saw him. Bucky was standing tall and looking at her.

''I told you to not come after me.'' He said annoyed, his ocean eyes regarded her with a strange calmness, she cleared her throat before she found herself lost in them, ''And I told you that I'll find you wherever you go.'' she snapped back. After leaving America Bucky did reaserch and collected pictures of her and Steve but he still didn't remember what she was to him before. ''Where do you live?'' Y/N asked, simply trying to strike a convo. ''You should leave. It's not safe out here.'' Bucky said and Y/N could swear that he was concerned for her safety and she smiled. He didn't wait for her reply and turned to leave but she spoke quickly, ''I can help you remember who you once were.'' He stopped in his tracks, she could see he was having doubts. ''Take me to your place and I will tell you everything. I know you want to know.'' She was silently praying that he would say yes, he turned back. Held her arm thightly, ‘’Follow me.’’ and he took her to his place.

His place was small, windows were covered with newspapers as she expected, dirty dishes were in the sink. Kitchen and the livingroom were connected, the source of light was a white light bulb, there wasn't a bedroom, his livingroom was also where he slept. As he closed the door she was standing, not knowing where to go. There was a brown couch with two pillows, they looked old, the walls were red and the rest were light green. He locked the door, she could see that he was trying hard not to look at her but why? ''May I sit here?'' She asked carefully, he simply nodded so she just sat. ''Nice place.'' Y/N tried to think of something and she cursed at herself for feeling like a school girl in front of him, ''After all these years do I still love him?'' he gave out a sarcastic laugh. She rolled her eyes which caught his attention, ''Why didn't you kill me in my house? Or that bridge? You could've easily ripped my head off but you didn't.'' she finally spoke after the silence. Bucky sat on his messy bed, got rid of his black jacket and hat. ''I wasn't sent to kill you, Pierce sent me to give you a message, but you attacked me, and then-'' he stopped, looked her in the eye. ''I remembered something, a memory. It made me stop chocking you to death.'' He was trying to be careful she could see that, ''What was it?''

''Do you really have to know doll?'' there he was, the Bucky that stole her heart 70+ years ago, it made her body completely warm to see that he was becoming more himself, ''I'm a curious gal, Sergeant.'' she slightly flirted, crossed her legs and took off her hat and jacket like he did. ''Okay... as I was chocking you with my metal arm on your kitchen island, I remembered a time where we,'' he cleared his throat, ''Having sex on a bed, I was chocking you and you were calling my name.'' he finally said it. His cheeks got pink, Y/N didn't expect that answer, her mouth was faintly open, ''Well, yes we used to do that sometimes.'' she wanted to punch herself for saying that. ''Why am I like this?'' Bucky's cheeks were red now, he looked at her entire body, a thought of how small she would be under him crossed his mind and that sent familiar signals to his body, he also had other steamy memories ever since he escaped spent his time by himself. ''You said you will tell me everything, I'm listening.'' Bucky said, he desperately wanted to know, ''What do you want to know? Steve? Me? or what kind of an asshole you were?'' Y/N couldn't help herself, she thouhght he would be offended by her remark but she caught a grin on his smooth looking lips,

 ''I forgot how they felt.'' 

he acted like he was in deep thought, ''I know that Steve Rogers was my childhood friend, I remember some stupid stuff we did back in the day, I want to know you. Who you were to me? How did we meet? What was I to you?'' His voice broke at the end, some light left his ocean eyes, Y/N wanted to hold him right there and never let him go but she knew it would freak him out, she had to tell the story first.

She took a deep breath, laid her back on the not so comfortable couch, ''I was Steve's friend and one day he introduced you to me. You were 19 and I was 15, it was the summer of 1936...''

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Fire on Ice

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

Warnings; Torture, knife, bleeding. 

Genres; Romace, smut in the future, slow burn fic. Little Angst my dudes.

1.754k Words!

A/n; Hello guys! I wanted to write something related to Tom Hiddleston. Sorry for any typos.  Enjoy. Let me know what you think ;)

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Chapter One

         He was a lonely man, he had to be because of his dangerous profession, however that didn’t stop him from day dreaming about a non existing woman in his life, who takes care of his deep wounds, who gives a soft kiss on his cheek before he leaves for ‘’work’’… he sighed heavily. Men like him didn’t get to have a proper life and he knew that one day he could be killed, so what’s the point of having a partner and leaving them behind? He didn’t notice that he was clenching his sharp jaw, ‘’Sir, we’re here.’’ The voice of his driver brought him back to the reality which he lived in. The window on his side was rolled down and he could smell the trash and dust, he hated this city but he couldn’t leave yet, he had to find him first. His driver parked the car somewhere close to the abandoned warehouse in New York City, place was quiet and abandoned,  perfect place for his dirty work. It was late at night so silence filled the area. Tom visited this place before many times during the day light, he found nothing other than few junkies and homeless people. His driver opened his door and he stepped out, his driver was an American man with long beard and soft brown eyes, he was as tall as him. ‘’Stay here, keep the car ready.’’ There was another car, it belonged to his men. He walked directly to this old shed standing short and ancient, the windows had a thick layer of dust and some were broken, the walls had moss. One of his men opened the door for him, the smell of moss and moist filled his nostrils. He walked in and saw 2 of his men guarding a bald man sitting on a chair, he had bruises on his face and arms. He looked up to meet his  icy blue eyes. ‘’Thomas William Hiddleston,’’ he said shocked, ‘’I didn’t know you English pigs could live in a colony-‘’ Tom moved his head slightly and one of his men punched the guy on his stomach. The bald man coughed up blood, his bald head had a tattoo, sigil of the Queens clan. He wasn’t young nor old, his black shirt had mud on it, the knees of his blue pants were dirty ‘’Where is he?’’ Tom asked, he never liked chit chat in situations like this one, ‘’Who?’’ the bald man asked, ‘’Do not play with me, I’ve tracked him for years and his last seen place is New York. Rumors say that he came to your boss for help. Now tell me,’’ he knelt to look the man’s eyes, ‘’where is he?’’ the bald man spit on to Tom’s pale face, he closed his eyes to calm himself and he inhaled deeply, he pulled out a dark blue handkerchief to wipe his face. ‘’He came to your clan seeking help, lead me to him and I will reward you. Join me and leave this small clan of yours, if you join me no one can hurt you.’’ Tom guessed that this bald man was afraid of his boss. ‘’I would rather die. Thanks tho. Aren’t you late for a tea party?’’ he had a big tongue which Tom would love to rip out from his dirty mouth. He pulled out his knife and thus the torture began.

After an hour of listening to his loud screaming Tom stopped,

‘’Any ideas now?’’  

The man was panting and bleeding on the cold ground. ‘’Why are you lookin for this man –fuck-‘’ Tom considered the possibility that this man might not know any info, ‘’He killed my father years ago and vanished. You see,’’ he cleaned his sharp knife with the dark blue handkerchief, ‘’my family seeks vengeance. If I don’t bring this man to justice others might think that Hiddleston family is weak. I will not be bullied by my rivals.’’ He put the handkerchief back to his pocket like he didn’t just tortured a man couple minutes ago, ‘’Promise- promise to let me go and- and,’’ he was breathing heavily, ‘’tell you what I know.’’ Tom tried to hide his excitement and slowly knelt, he brought his ear close to the bleeding man. ‘’Last year- a man came and ask protection from my boss, to- to protect someone… not him…’’ he was holding his wound and he passed out. ‘’Great.’’ Tom sighed, ‘’Bring him back to his clan, make sure he is still alive. I wouldn’t prefer to get on the wrong foot with their boss.’’

‘’Yes Sir.’’

He left the shed quickly and stepped into the night, the stars were shiny above his head, ‘’Where to Sir?’’ his driver asked as usual, ‘’Go with them. I need a drink.’’

As he was driving to the crowded city he cursed under his breath, for years he was working with circumspect steps and he was back to zero. ‘’Who do you want to protect old man?’’

The bar was crowded, people were eating and drinking with their friends and loved ones, he cautiously walked and sat on a stool. The yellow lights made the place look homely.

You looked at your watch, ‘’2 more hours and then I’m home.’’ You hated your job but the bills won’t pay themselves so you had no other option. ‘’Y/N, attend the bar. Right Now!’’ your boss yelled at your face and went back. If you could you would kill him right here right now. You pushed the dark brown door and walked into the crowd. ‘’Miss?’’ a man raised his hand to give his order. He looked tired, he had dark circles under his ocean blue eyes, his expensive 3 piece suit made you question why is he here. This was a local bar after all, ‘’Ready to order?’’ you asked kindly and looked at him directly, for some reason you wished you could look somewhere else because he looked intimidating. ‘’Yes, can I have a large beer and fries. Thank you.’’ His accent filled your ears, you didn’t have to take notes so you put your small notebook and pen into the deep pocket of your green apron. You went back to get the fries, as you were serving him you could feel his icy gaze on you, it burnt your skin. ‘’He is just a man, what is wrong with you?’’

‘’Thank you.’’ He said with a kind manner, ‘’You’re bleeding.’’ You couldn’t help but notice the fresh blood stain on his white sleeve, he raised his wrist to see, ‘’It’s not mine-‘’ he wanted to punch himself on the face right now, ‘’I mean, I’m fine. Thank you again.’’

As a bartender your job wasn’t just bringing the juice, you talked to your regular customers and listen to their troubles, giving them advice, however this particular British gentleman wasn’t a talkative person. ‘’Hey Y/N!’’ one of the regular customers approached to you as you gave him his beer, ‘’Hey Jack.’’ He eyed you up and down, ‘’You got a new tattoo, that’s cool.’’  You said, he was standing next to the British guy, curiosity made him lift his gaze from his plate and he saw it. The sigil of the Queens gang, ‘’Yeah yeah, listen.. are you free tomorrow?’’ you had to roll your eyes, ‘’No.’’ he always asked you out and you always said no, the problem was that most men didn’t take no as an answer. ‘’I have extra shift tomorrow but you are welcomed to come here and drink and leave a tip.’’

Jack wasn’t smiling anymore, he left a 5 dollar tip ‘’See ya around.’’

Tom understood that this Jack guy’s intentions weren’t nice, he didn’t care it wasn’t his business but the tone of his voice irritated him profoundly. No one should talk to a woman like she is an object. He wondered what happened to romance but he found himself lost in his dark thoughts. ‘’Men am I right?’’

Tom blinked twice to pull his mind and attention out of his thoughts –which could be scary for most people in this bar- ‘’Yes. Can I get another?’’ he drank the last sip of his beer and you brought another.

When your laughter died you noticed that the last customer was Tom, other works left because you were closing tonight. Tom looked around and you saw a hint o saddness falling to his ocean deep eyes. ‘’I should close the place for tonight.’’ You said kindly smiling. People often told you that you were easy to talk to and Tom was an example of that, at first he looked like a grumpy middle aged man but talking for an hour and half got him to laugh and smile, you noticed how the edges of his eyes got when he smiled and the pink dust covering his high cheek bones, and at that moment you thought that he should be in a museum because he looked like a Greek God, he had ageless beauty and charisma and you have never seen someone like that before. Tom’s cheeks were burning and he wasn’t used to this new sensation, ‘’I can wait for you to close the place. If you want of course.’’ He offered but the tone of his voice was demanding and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

‘’I will be taking the last bus. Thank you for waiting.’’ You said wearing your coat as you both were walking, ‘’Are sure there is a bus at this hour? It’s pretty late.’’ You didn’t have a car because you were saving money to move to a new apartment, your neighborhood wasn’t a safe environment. A wind blew and messed with your hair and Tom found himself wanting to push your soft looking hair behind your ear and see your face but he pulled himself together quickly, too much beer he thought.

‘’Damn it,’’ you looked at your watch, ‘’I’ve missed it 5 minutes ago. Great.’’

‘’Y/N , I feel responsible so please let me give you a lift home. It’s the least I can do.’’ He might be dangerous man but he would never turn his back and leave her alone like this, you weren’t sure about this. He was a nice man… too nice.. you couldn’t call your roommate Sam to pick you up because he was probably sleeping right now and you felt getting sleepy, it was a long night.

‘’Thank you Tom, you are too kind.’’

Chapter 2

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Love Thy Enemy

 Summary; Y/N Atreides had always been a stranger to the entire galaxy, her bed wasn’t her bed, her home wasn’t her home due to the fact that she was sent to accompany and be sisters with Irulan. She had limited access to her actual family and over the years they grew distant. She thought she would be like Reverend Mother, alone, yet powerful, and soon she would realize that there was no need of being alone when a wild creature had his eyes on her for a long time.

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Warnings; Baron being a weirdo.

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Chapter Five ''A Delicious Meal''

Feyd-Rautha Harkonenn didn’t know what to do, she was in his arms.. at least one of his long time wishes came true but he would’ve preferred a better scenario, he carried her to his king sized bed, covered in black silk, as soon as he laid her gently he called for his most trusted doctor. The man was tiny and bald, his eyes were jet black and had no whites, he had been serving Harkonnens for years. Feyd was standing a step away, watching carefully, he watched the doctor examine Y/N, Feyd’s eyes never leaving her body and to see if the doctor ever dared to touch her inappropriately. ‘’Due to change of climate and stress Lady Y/N’s body lost significant amount of vitamins, it is most likely she has been skipping meals. I’m going to give her some pills to boost her energy, she must also finish her meals.’’ He placed a container of pills on the side table and bowed to leave, when the family doctor left Feyd found himself pulling a chair to observe Y/N sleep. Their fight in his twisted mind, the thought he had was he was right till she fainted into his arms. Maybe she was… No.

He dismissed these strange thoughts. She was in his domain an she had to follow his rules and obey. ‘’Little dove..’’ he caressed her long Y/H/C hair, he had  always been enamored by her lush hair, so beautiful and vivid. Whenever he got a chance of seeing her he would observe her hair and how it bounced and rippled like the waves of Caladan, her home.. not anymore. As children, Feyd, Y/N, Irulan and sometimes Paul were left alone when adults were talking business, their nannies would be present of course but they were free to play together. Feyd-Rautha would chase her, pull her hair to annoy her. He loved to get reactions out of her whilst they grew up their interactions got limited. They had to be present at certain meetings such as balls, ceremonies etc.

His mind wandered to a distant memory…

At his 16th birthday it was Feyd’s first time at the arena, it was a Harkonnen tradition, so the important houses were invited. He had been training for years and it was his time to shine, bring fame and glory to his family and also prove a ‘’certain someone’’ that he had become a man, someone she could notice finally. When he entered the arena his animalistic lust for blood made his body electric, the black sun was at the top, making the arena look like a glowing white desert. He had his black uniform and combat boots which made him look much taller, he could hear the crowd’s cheer, they were ordered to cheer for him but still, he bathed in it.

He greeted the houses who were seated at the private chambers, he could see her

Time to impress.

He didn’t forget to activate his shield and the games began, prisoners were released from the doors to the arena, they were injected sedatives to make sure Feyd would be safe. He was there to butcher.

With every kill the white sand got covered in blood and stick to his boots, with every kill he was cheered, celebrated. At the end of the duel he was dipped in his enemies’ blood head to toe. He bowed and let the fame wash him away in ecstasy. He gained the popularity of his people and the houses that came to watch him. He was sure he was going to get marriage deals one after the other. When he lifted his head, he noticed that her seat was empty, she was gone. Why? Before the feast he was determined to find her and confront her.

He bathed very quickly, got dressed and left his chambers. He asked guards of her guest chambers and got no answers, he tried her maids and again, no answer. He was irritated, where could she be?

‘’My Lord, you’re asked by Reverend Mother.’’ A servant came to inform him, he had to put this pursuit aside for a while.

Reverend Mother was in her chambers, she travelled here with Emperor’s politicians. She was standing, her long black dress sweeping the clean floor. Her face was covered in laced veil, she waited for servants to leave them alone. ‘’Activate silence.’’ She ordered and a shield surrounded them, no one could hear them, ‘’You have fought well.’’ She began, ‘’Our order puts faith in you, young Harkonnen.’’ He didn’t interrupt her, unlike Rabban, he had wits about him. ‘’You would be a worthy match for one of our sisters We are watching you and her closely. You may be dismissed.’’ He left.

He had a feeling that sister is someone he had his eyes on her since they were children. With a smirk he roamed the halls of his fortress of black and white. He had an idea, his legs moved towards the chapel, almost no one prayed or believed in something other than violence on this planet.

The room was silent, there she was on her knees praying. Her long violet dress bunched up on her knees, he watched her pray. It made him curios, what was she praying for? He wanted to give her a reason to be on her knees but he kept his eccentric ideas to himself and keep his wide awake manhood in check. Ever since venom of being a teenager entered his body he had fun having these thoughts of her, of course he had his concubines to warm his bed and yet they weren’t enough, he had a thirst only she could quench.

Y/N rose to her feet as she finished praying, he cleared his throat to get her reaction, she turned to face him. He was standing tall, hands clasped behind his back, ‘’I have noticed your absence at my coming of age celebration Lady Y/N.’’ he began, his snake like eyes trapped her in, ‘’Is something to matter?’’ he was genuinely wondering. Her gaze was distant, he could see the work of Bene Gesserit on her, ‘’Maybe I didn’t want to see prisoners getting killed.’’ She replied coldly, ‘’But you promised to-‘’ she cut him short, ‘’I have seen eough. Good day, Na-Baron.’’ And she left the chapel, leaving him in shock… no one dared to stood up to him before and there she was with her lioness fire.

Y/N was gaining consciousness, opening her eyes slowly, the room was too quiet, her eyes travelled in the room to see him sitting on a chair, in reverse position and watching her, his hands resting on the back of the chair loosely, she was in his bed chambers. ‘’What happened?’’ she moved to rest her back on the headboard, pulling her legs towards her, ‘’Change of climate, stress and skipping meals.. you will be under surveillance. I’ve  ordered your maids to bring your belongings here, you’re going to stay with me from now on.” She could feel the heat on her face, ‘’But Harkonnen traditions say that-‘’ Feyd bolted to his feet, ‘’To hell with the traditions, your health comes first,’’ when he noticed the questioning look from her, he added ‘’you are to birth my heirs. End of discussion.’’ With the mention of heirs her blood ran cold in her veins, she had been specifically avoiding the concept ever since her fate was decided for her, it seemed Feyd was the opposite. She wondered if she could leave after birthing his heirs… her heart told her that she was  humane enough to stay and care for her offspring, she couldn’t abandon them, unlike Feyd she wasn’t a monster.

Y/N Atreides watched him take his leave, after the door closed she took advantage of being alone in his chambers, his bedroom consisted of a balcony, metal wardrobe, a skin of a bear on the floor, it made her sick. The fire place was empty since it was a warm day, her maids and servants started o carry her belongings one by one, she didn’t mind them and moved to the living room side, the room was more colorful than the bedroom, by color; black, white, dark blue and grey here and there. A long table which was made of Giedi Prime’s famous tree, Pilingitam, placed close to the large window overlooking the city, the tree’s color was lime-green and it gave a strange pop of color to the room. A basket of fresh fruit just placed by a servant girl, she looked shy, her head bowed, not making eye contact ‘’Our Na-Baron has ordered to keep fresh fruit for everyday my Lady Atreides.’’ Y/N could see the blush on the girls pale cheeks, ‘’I understand.’’ She also noticed how other servants’ behavior changed with this knowledge, Y/N deduced that they weren’t used to see their Na-Baron being ‘’thoughtful’’.

She was suspicious of the fruit basket, she picked a green grape and smelled it, it had no unusual smell, she bit the grape and it’s sweet juice immediately filled her mouth, Y/N was stunned, it was delicious, she assumed the fruit is exported from somewhere else hence Giedi Prime wasn’t known for its luscious fruit trees. She sat on the chair, turned to watch the scenery before her on the large window and ate.

‘’My Na-Baron!’’ Feyd-Rautha’s servant ran, out of breath, he was in the training grounds, sharpening his favorite blade, ‘’Lady Y/N settled perfectly and ate the fruit you sent you had sent.’’ He smiled wickedly, sowing teeth, he saw his reflection on the shiny blade which was about to be dipped in blood, he nodded to the servant and dismissed him. He focused on his training all day until his uncle Baron Vladimir Harkonnen marched in through the heavy doors, the doors smacked against the stone walls and made him turn to his uncle. ‘’What is the meaning of this?!’’ his uncle yelled, floating in the air thanks to his high tech machine, ‘’What do you mean uncle?’’ Feyd pretended like he had no idea, they were under the Giedi Prime’s black sun, the heat didn’t compare to the heat of Arrakis yet it was enough to finish his training and together they moved to a private room. ‘’I’ve heard that Atreides girl will be staying with you. Tell me,’’ he pressed to lean in, Feyd had to look up, he hated looking up at him all his life. ‘’Dear nephew, do you care for this girl?’’ he had to be careful, Feyd bought time by cleaning his sweat covered chest, his muscles attracted the Baron’s attention for a second, he had to be careful, if his uncle suspected anything she would be in danger, he loved to torment her and she was his to torment, not someone else’s. His uncle had no tolerance for ‘’caring’’ his only passion was to keep his house’s powerful stance and leave a might legacy behind.

‘’All my life I’ve fulfilled your orders uncle.’’ Feyd began, he throw the towel away, his blue eyes focused on his uncle with distaste and fire, ‘’You and witches of Bene Gesserit told me to marry the Atreides girl and that’s what I intend to do, you ask for heirs to leave our house one day and that is what I shall do.’’ He explained his voice cold and uninterested. ‘’She is only an object to use and cultivate and I, as her husband-to-be, have to keep her physical health at best, her mental health is not my interest.’’ He didn’t break his composure, looking up at his uncle and he bowed to him, to show loyalty. ‘’That’s my boy. You may rise.’’ Baron left him there, pleased.

Feyd sat on the stone bench, his sweat cooling down, he had to be extra careful when it came to his uncle, Baron Vladimir was known for his cunning mind and sinister plans. Feyd had to be able to protect his wife and children in the future and it seemed near… he thought he could manage his uncle’s plans…

Y/N Atreides didn’t do much that day, she was still tired and in shock. She didn’t want to remember his gruesome ‘’gift’’ or their fight, her main problem at the moment was Feyd’s decision of staying together… in his chambers… she found herself pacing in his bedroom, the sun was setting, leaving the landscape of industry in darkness, she could see the lamps in the city were being lit one by one, at a distance ships were landing or taking off, those were the spice ships, all over the galaxy every living being’s destiny was bound to spice… including her. The door was knocked and opened, she turned to face the servant, she assumed it was a servant because Na-Baron had no manners such as knocking on the door. The servant bowed, ‘’Dinner shall be served soon, our Lord Na-Baron is expecting her ladyship to join him.’’ She had no choice but to obey his request. ‘’Tell my maids to come and dress me.’’ Her plan was to be silent, eat and go to sleep… somewhere except his bed.

Her personal maids dressed her in black, they said she had to represent her husband-to-be’s house, she despised the color and yet when she looked at herself on the tall mirror, she looked powerful. The dress was long with long sleeves, had a nice cut on her chest, her hair was braided Atreides style, loose and fluffy, her maids left and she approached to the door of the living room.

The fire place was lit, he was standing by the window, his back turned to her, his hands clasped at his back, Y/N literally saw his ears prick up like a hellhound. He turned confidently, his posture straight and he is covered in black clothing just like her, ‘’Finally.’’ He greeted her with a victorious smile, eyes roaming over her body, she felt his blue orbits shooting at her, table was set, candles lit. Did he really made the servants light candles instead of glowglobes? She couldn’t ignore how the candles changed the mood in the room, more serene yet with a touch of expectation of something new.

He moved to the other side of the tale to move her chair for her to sit, without a word she walked and sat, as he was pushing the chair back to its place she could feel his breath on her neck, burning her, ‘’I have to admit, you look ravishing in that dress.’’ His breath lingered for few more seconds which felt eternity, she kept her silence, eyes forward, he chuckled to himself and moved to the other side of the table and sat. ‘’How is your health?’’ he casually asked, getting ready to eat the meat before him, her eyes moved to the table, she also had rare cooked meat on her plate, when she moved the meat eith her fork she could see the blood under it, it made her sick so she looked up to him, Feyd was waiting for an answer, he noticed her expression change, ‘’I feel much better.’’ She replied, Feyd began to eat like a man starved, ‘’I had my training all day,’’ she didn’t ask but he was explaining anyways, ‘’fighting makes me starve like wolves.’’ It seemed so, she was in utter shock how he can eat that rare meat… Feyd remembered his conversation earlier with his uncle and went silent.

‘’Start eating,’’ he noticed that she still didn’t touch her food, ‘’or,’’ he continued but Y/N cut him off, ‘’Or you will kill another servant to teach me a lesson?’’ she sarcastically said, still traumatized by that incident. His presence made her feel uneasy, he was the reason why she had to leave everything behind and it made her blood boil in despise. Y/N heard Feyd’s chuckle, ‘’Or I will feed you myself.’’ He finished.

A mental image flashed in her mind’s eye, thanks to Bene Gesserit mind work she could imagine more vividly than normal people, in the image Feyd was sitting next to her, very close, abnormally close and feeding her slowly, wiping her lips with his thumb and sucking it, there was a sexual undertone to this image, she pinched her skin to wake up.

‘’No, thank you.’’ Couldn’t help but wonder his idea, she began eating fruit, totally avoiding the bloody meat, her senses were high so she could smell the blood unfortunately, ‘’Is settling in over?’’ Feyd asked, he was leaning on his chair, holding a goblet of red wine, his eyes shining like diamonds under the candle lights, ‘’We are disobeying the traditions. We should unite when we get married. I do not wish to attract unwanted attention than it is.’’ Y/N was being honest, ‘’Unite,’’ he said with a wicked smile, ‘’We can unite right now on this very tableif you please, little dove.’’ He drank his wine watching her startled expression, her slightly opened pretty mouth but she recovered quickly, ‘’I am settling in just fine.’’ She ignored his comment. ‘’I wish to learn the fortress better, so that I won’t have to rely on my maids to take me to places.’’

‘’I can show you around, I am sure you will get used to your new home.’’ He finished his drink and poured another, ‘’This isn’t home.’’ Y/N said under her breath, a sudden sadness washed her body up and down like the waves of Caladan. ‘’Hm?’’ he pretended like he didn’t hear, he wanted her to say it but she surprised him, ‘’Nothing.’’

‘’You don’t like rare cooked meat I take it?’’ he was taking notes of her likes and dislikes, ‘’I like it well cooked.’’ Feyd pressed a button on the table and in seconds a servant man rushed in immediately, ‘’My wife prefers her meat well cooked. If a mistake like this ever happenes again I shall serve her the kitchen staffs’ heads instead.’’ He wasn’t even looking at the servant, he was focused on the dessert he was eating, Y/N apologized quietly to the servant man who was shaking, carrying her plate back to the kitchens to bring what Na-Baron requested.

‘’I am not your wife.’’ Y/N protested in annoyance,

‘’Not yet.’’ He replied and looked to see her intransigent eyes, so fiery it confused Feyd, did he want her to rebel against him and be dominant or did he just wanted to crush her soul to his feet?

The servant brought back her table, ‘’It looks delicious, thank you.’’ She noticed how the servant’s expression change into confusion, Y/N Atreides was slightly impacting them in a good way. The servant them alone.

‘’Do we have to have dinner together every night?’’

‘’Why?’’ he placed his fork on the metal plate, wiping his mouth with a black piece of cloth, ‘’You don’t find me pleasant to look at?’’ he teased, trying to get a reaction out of her, ‘’The table looks more pleasant.’’ She replied coldly, her hands on her lap, sitting tall and immobile, ‘’I have to make sure you finish your plate.’’ He got up from his seat coming to her, ‘’I want strong sons.’’ He added and pulled the chair next to hers. ‘’You forget, I am a Bene Gesserit witch, I choose the gender of the baby.’’ She was watching his movements, what was he doing? He got the fork and knife and cut her meat into cubes, ‘’What are you doing?’’ she looked puzzled, was her mental image becoming true?

‘’Like I have said, I want strong children and a strong mother to take care of them. Now,’’ he got a cube of meat to the fork, ‘’open wide.’’

Y/N could feel the heat rising to her face, ‘’I can eat-‘’

‘’I don’t trust you.’’ He was so forward it caught her off guard, his face held the truth, her Bene Gesserit training was yelling her in her mind, ‘’He doesn’t trust you that you can take care of yourself on your own here..’’

She was trying to find a correct path to manipulate him,

‘’Give in.’’ a voice in her head said,

And she opened wide. ‘’Little dove, see, some things are so easy when you let your guard down.’’ He was close to her, feeding her, the meat was delicious.

‘’Giedi Prime isn’t welcoming to outsiders. His voice was low and she can see he was telling the truth, he got another cube of meat when she swallowed, ‘’Good?’’ he asked as he fed her again, Y/N nodded, she realized how hungry she was, the juice of the meat running down at the corner of her mouth, Feyd wiped it with his thumb and licked it clean. Their eyes never leaving as if it is a contest, in silence she let him feed her.

‘’Good girl.’’ He praised, and watched the effect it had on her. Their eyes refused to part, she didn’t want him to think that she was afraid of him, she wanted to insert her presence to him but his aura was too strong to bare. ‘’What did you mean by Giedi Prime not being welcoming?’’ she noticed he was trying to say something without being obvious, he placed the fork on the plate, leaned back on the chair. ‘’It is easy to make enemies here, one wrong move and you lose. You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out.’’ And he stood up,

‘’Shall we sleep?’’

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Dangerous Game

Hannibal X Female Reader

Genre: Romance, Slow burn, SMUT IS HERE!

Warnings; SMUT! Unprotected sex, wrap it before tap it guys!

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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Today is my birth day I though I should give you guys a smut chapter lol stay safe guys!

Chapter 12

To cheer Y/N, Hannibal wanted to cook with her, she was in his house for days now and all she did was eat, talk to him a little and then sleep. She was mourning it was obvious but Hannibal wanted to see her smile, see her happy again. ''What are we making?'' She came to the kitchen, her Y/H/C hair was damp and she smelled like his shampoo, he swallowed. ''Uni pasta, I remembered Abigail's comment about your cooking skills. Want a challenge?'' She came closer in the kitchen, ''What is the challenge?'' she asked. She had an oversized hoodie and shorts, ''As you can see I made you a small place over there, we will make Uni pasta but seperately. At the end we'll give each other points. How does that sound?'' He asked washing his hands clean. ''If you are preapred to shed tears Doctor, why not?'' He saw the spark in her Y/E/CA eyes, it was working. The way she called him doctor made things to his body, things he wanted to show to her but it was too soon. ''Let's go!''

While they were cooking he heard her sing to herself, it was like a whisper and he loved it, he used to cook with Alana Bloom in his kitchen but she was a friend and he necer saw her more than a tool, Y/N was something else. The way she moved in his kitchen, the way she held herself left him in awe. Even though she was in pain right now she looked strong, bold and ready to fight. Their bodies had their own will because every time she came to where Hannibal stood her hand or his lightly brushed the other. ''May I have the salt?'' She asked under her long eye lashes, he was taller than her so she had to move her head up to meet his burning gaze. Hannibal almost dropped the white porcelain plate, ''Here you go.'' their fingers touched. Y/N felt uneasy around him, because she wanted to touch him, feel him but she also needed time and it hurt her. As the perfect smell filled their nostrils Hannibal prepared a salad for them. They were done and moved everything to the dining room, ''I wanna try yours first.'' she said excited, his plan worked. Y/N's eyes went back when she tasted the food, he was a great chef, Hannibal first drank his red wine and then tasted her food, he moand softly. It brought Y/N back to reality, she watched his sharp jaw move, he closed his brown eyes, ''You like it?'' she asked curiously. ''10/10, Abigail was right, you are really good at cooking.'' Y/N pressed her legs together with the compliment, Hannibal noticed that she loved getting praises, ''We can call it a tie then.'' they kept eating and talking. Hannibal wanted to throw another dinner party and wanted her to sing but he didn't say anything yet, she needed little bit more time to heal.

After the dinner they washed the dishes together in silence, it wasn't an awkard silence, it felt calm and domestic, Hannibal felt he could do this everyday, he could come home to see her in his house, watch her walk around, smell her intoxcitaing scent. ''Hannibal?'' She was drying her hands with a white kitchen towel, ''Could you.. play the harpsichord for me tonight, of course i'll understand if you were tired and had other plans tonight.'' she tried not to look into his eyes, her cheeks were getting red. Hannibal smiled, held her warm cheeks and made her look. ''What a lovely idea.'' She blushed again, over the days Hannibal noticed her looking at the harpsichord in the living room and he patiently waited for her to ask and that day finally came. He took her hand and made her follow him, he settled on the small chair, rolled up his sleeves which was a scene Y7N thought sexy. ''I composed this  myself, after I met you.'' It was true, after the day they met in the hospital he found himself thinking about her and playing, he took notes and for hours he played. He heard her giggle, and it might've been the sweetes sound he ever heard. He made her sat next to her, the chair was small so their legs were pressing to one another, every note evoked something in her, the melody was bold yet with a touch of exuberant vitality... rich and heavy. As he was done she placed her head on his shoulder, ''This is alluring Hannibal, you have a gift.'' she lifted her head to meet his gaze. ''I wrote it for you, you are my muse Y/N. Never forget that.'' 

At that moment the world stopped around them, only they existed, she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his plump lips. Hannibal happily replied, holding her jaw. She could taste the wine on his tongue sweet an sour, his hands went to her waist and guided her to sit on his lap. His warm fingers were sliding on her arms and leaving goosebumps on her skin, he broke the kiss, looked into her eyes to see any sign of discomfort. ''Do you want this?'' He asked to be sure, ''Yes.. please.''

He started to kiss her cheek, came down to her jaw and bit. Y/N shivered, her hands were in his messy hair and she pulled them gently. That must have triggered him because he stood up while she was still on her lap and placed her on the keys of harpsichord, the melody it made explained their situation. He took off her oversized hoodie, she had dark red lace bra. He threw the hoodie God knows where and touched her clothed breasts, her head fell back, his big hands went down played with the shorts, Y/N lifted her butt up and Hannibal pulled it down, he was happy to see she was wearing matching underwear. He kept on kissing her exposed neck, bit few times, came to her collarbone and then went down, his hands quickly opend the straps of her bra. He took a step back to worship her, she had this urge to cover herself but Hannibal gently held her wrists, ''I'm in awe of your beauty darling, no need to cover yourself. Let me worhsip you properly.'' his words had an effect between her legs, she was getting wetter. He played with her breasts, kissed and bit. His mouth sucked them, Y/N was a moaning mess, when his mouth made that obscene sound of pop she whimpered. He kissed her steamy, one hand around her waist, the other holding her head, fingers tangled in her hair. His tongue stroked hers, he pulled back, ''We should take this upstairs.'' she lost her ability to speak so she nodded.

Y/N moaned when Hannibal found her sweet spot, it was right on the base of her neck. He threw her into his silk sheated bed, it felt cold to touch, his eyes were dark now, filled with lust. He undressed himself quickly and his thick member hit his lower abdomen, Hannibal chuckled when he saw her looking at it, he stroked himself slowly, ''You want it? Baby girl say the word and i'll give it to you.'' he came to kiss her belly, slowly making his way to the her panties and he pulled it down with his teeth. ''Answer me when I talk to you baby girl.'' His dominant tone turned her on even more, ''Yes, I want you Hannibal.''

His hands went to her boobs, toyed with them again, his member was touching her inner thigh, each touch drew her crazy. His fingers went between her legs to test the waters, ''Barely touched you and you are dripping. Such a good girl.'' his praise made her move her hips, he chuckled darkly. ''Fuck Hannibal... please.''

''Please what? Tell me baby girl.'' He had this smug smile on his face, ''I want you inside me.'' she confessed, ''Good girl.'' he whispered placing himself between her thighs. He touched her wet pussy with the tip of his cock, traced it up and down and she shivered. He was teasing her and testing her patience, she whined. 

''Tell me how mıch you want my cock in you.'' He bent down to kiss her lips as he was rubbing his tip rather slowly. ''I want you so bad Doctor Lecter...'' It triggered him, she could see a switch in his eyes being turned on.

''Fuck!'' He couldn't take it anymore, you had been teasing him and calling him Doctor Lecter for days now, his length went in, when he was fully in Y/N he left a soft moan, ''You are so tight baby, fuck!'' it had been a while since she had sex with someone and he was bigger than any of her ex partner, she felt a sweet sting, he waited for few seconds so that she could get used to his size. When she reached to kiss him he took it as a sign to move out, as they were kissing he was penetrating her, taking his sweet time. She felt the vein of his member, and his tip brushing her walls, he was being careful, usually he wasn't like this but he didn't want to hurt Y/N. She wanted more, ''Faster please...'' she panted and Hannibal was happy to oblige. Her legs were rapped around his waist, she could see the thin layer of sweat on his body, he started to pound into her relentlessly. ''Oh my- daddy..'' She even shocked herself, she had this daddy kink but never called any of her ex partners daddy. She thought that maybe they would misjudge her but Hannibal made her feel safe and loved. Hannibal loved the nickname, ''Yeah baby girl? Does daddy making you feel good?'' she moaned as he kept his insanely fast pace, ''Yes daddy.'' 

''You are so tight baby,'' he said as he moved his hips against her, the slapping sound of flesh was music to their ears. His mouth was on her again, he was drinking every moan, groan from her. Her nails were digging his shoulders, leaving bloody marks. His abs were rubbing against her sweat covered skin, he moved his head on the crook of her neck, he groaned as his movements became sloppy, he felt her walls thightening, ''You wanna come sweety? You wanna come on daddy's cock?''

''Yeah, can I come daddy? Please..'' she asked her eyes were rolling back, hair spread on his pillow. ''Yes little girl, come for daddy like the good girl you are.'' he said groaning, she felt the sweet knot in her belly, and his words pushed her from the edge. She came, hard. Her legs were shaking like jelly, she could hear him whisper her name again and again, and she felt her warm load shooting inside. He placed his forehead on hers, it was an intimate gesture and she liked it. His body went limp and he fell on top of her, he chuckled, ''Daddy huh?'' she playfully hit his shoulder, ''I like it though, you were so good darling.'' 

''You too love.'' she said smiling, brushing his hair. Soon they drifted to sleep.

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Lured Into His Web

YandereProf!Hannibal x PsychologyStudentReader, in which the Reader is a student of Hannibal, and he is soooo obsessed, possessive, manipulative and just plain dark with the Reader. Like he would do anything to have her all to himself. And if anyone would catch the readers attention hannibal would get extremely jealous and possessive that he would make sure to get rid of those people immediately. He would isolate the reader from everyone else, from her parents, friends, and anyone she is close with so that all she'll ever have is him. And no matter what she does, she'll never get to escape and he'll never ever let her go. 😬 I hope you're down with it, please 🥺 @buttercandy16

Warnings; Mention of murder. Arson.

Hannibal x Female Reader

Chapter Two- Metanoia (Final chapter)

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It was a calm weekend day, Hannibal Lecter was deciding what he should cook for tonight’s dinner party. He was having few students over, his dinner parties were famous among the high society. He sent invitation letters to his  4 students who were bright and had good grades for months. He loved staying in touch with the young minds and he was excited to have Y/N in his home, this was the very first time so he had to make sure that she liked every part of it. He closed his small wooden box because he decided what he should cook.

Y/N was standing in front of her wardrobe for ages now, she finally decided to wear a black pencil skirt and a emerald satin blouse, her silver high heels shined with the light. She left home early because she didn’t want to be late, she knew Professor Lecter wouldn’t appreciate if she was late. She went to his home with her class mate Cassandra, she was a tall and a beautiful girl and Y/N loved to spend time with her, however sometimes Y/N felt insecure around her because Cassandra was coming from a rich family and whatever she wore was designer all the time. In spite of all of her insecurities Cassandra was always kind to her and cherished their friendship.

Hannibal Lecter opened the door with a formal smile, ‘’Cassandra and Y/N, please come in.’’ He was pleased to see Y/N, and he loved her outfit, it fit her so perfectly and he had to stop himself because his mind travelled to dark corners, he would love to tear her blouse and have her on the dining table but he assumed the guests wouldn’t like to see such a thing. Mark and Joseph came as well, he invited Joseph specifically because he had a gut feeling that he liked Y/N, and he wanted to test his theory by just bringing them together.

‘’Please be seated, Cassandra would you like to help me?’’ Cassandra bolted to her feet and was happy to help the Professor. Y/N couldn’t help but feel sad, her shoulders fell, recently she noticed that she was thinking about Doctor Lecter, a lot. She loved to spend time with him, listening to classical music, talking about art in general, Dante was his favorite. Who wouldn’t love Dante? He was ahead of his timeline and a revolutionary one.

‘’It’s nice to see you here Y/N. I brought the book you asked.’’ Joseph said and opened his bag to give it to her, Hannibal and Cassandra walked in with trays, the book was the poem collection of William Blake. Hannibal had the same book, she could’ve just asked him but instead she asked Joseph and it irritated him badly.

The conversation was sparkling, the food was delicious everyone seemed they were enjoying the night except Hannibal Lecter because Joseph was flirting with Y/N and she seemed to like it. He could feel his blood boiling, his mouth was tightening,   and had to adjust his tie to breathe and calm himself. He changed the subject and started to talk about his help to FBI, students loved the new story. ‘’Unfortunately our Cotard Syndrome killer died, she was burnt alive, accidentally.’’

‘’That doesn’t sound like an accident professor, someone probably gave her a hair brush intentionally and while she was brushing her hair she sent electric to the tube. This seems murder.’’  Y/N shared her opinion, Hannibal stopped eating, ‘’Does she know something?’’

‘’Let’s leave that to the FBI. I hope the food and the wine are to your satisfaction?’’

Cassandra was trying to be the teacher’s pet, ‘’Thank you so much for hosting Professor. This is the greatest dish since I had in Greece, you out done yourself…’’ Y/N rolled her eyes, Cassandra kept on talking and talking. Y/N was silent and enjoying the meal.

When the night came to an end Y/N decided to stay and help him, Joseph gave her a kiss on the cheek and followed others. Hannibal never felt rage for years until tonight, he was generally calm and collective but tonight his theory was proven right and he didn’t like it not one bit. Now they were in the kitchen, Y/N was helping him, ‘’Do you like Joseph?’’ he asked, his tone was icy cold. She didn’t answer right away, ‘’Maybe, I don’t know.’’ He didn’t realize he was holding the thin wine glass tight and he found himself breaking the glass in his hand, the sharp pieces cut into his palm. Y/N turned to see what was happening, her eyes went wide, ‘’Please let me help you. Where do you keep your first aid kit?’’

Now they were sitting on the kitchen and Y/N attending to his bleeding hand. She had a theory but didn’t want ask right away, ‘’You should be careful Professor.’’

‘’Hannibal, remember?’’ he asked smiling, he loved to hear his name coming from her tasty mouth. ‘’You seem tense Hannibal, I hope I didn’t upset you.’’

‘’You aren’t the one who upsets me.’’ His hand was pleasantly warm, since they were close she could sense his manly body wash and his perfume. He smelled like a divine garden, there wasn’t any way she could describe it.. a divine garden. He seemed amused as if he could read her mind, her cheeks were red now and her breath was shallow, he looked her in the eye she seemed shy, there was a strange but familiar tension between them. ‘’If I saw you every day, forever, Y/N, I would remember this time.’’ And without letting her comprehend what he said he kissed her, a soft touch on her red lips. Y/N closed her eyes and let herself go into the kiss, she didn’t care if it was unprofessional or unethical, nothing mattered for them. Hannibal gently tasted her mouth with his tongue, when they were out of breath he pulled away. Seeing her breathing heavily, eyes wide open with pink cheeks made him smile and cup her cheeks, a touch as light as a summer breeze.

Next Week

Ever since that kiss Y/N was avoiding Hannibal, she was sitting at the back of the class, leaving the class immediately when the lecture ends. Hannibal knew why she was behaving like this, in her mind what they shared was wrong and unacceptable, she was his student and he was her Professor, She was spending more time with Joseph. Hannibal had enough, he wanted to talk to her, see her, touch her so he had no option but to move his plan in a hurry pace.

He was secretly stalking her social media accounts and tonight she was going to study with her friend Cassandra and it was a perfect opportunity to eliminate Joseph, when it was night he wore his plastic suit and was waiting at Joseph’s home. He broke in, it was a child’s play. No one could have her but Hannibal, and he was making sure of it.

When Y/N got back to her home after hours of study with her friend she got a call from her, ‘’Hey? What’s up?’’ she thought she left something behind and Cassandra was calling her about it but the reality was much bitter, ‘’I just got a call from the FBI, Joseph is missing.’’ Y/N had to sit down, ‘’What- h- how? What happened?’’ All night she was awake,  waiting for someone to call her and update her about Joseph and she was scared for her life too because she was seeing Joseph. Who ever kidnapped him must know her… restless as a lioness she paced in her small home.

It had been 5 days since Joseph was missing and finally the FBI found his body in a forest. His eyes were removed, lips chopped off and there were several sharp objects in his body, Professor Hannibal Lecter gave students few days to calm and relax. Y/N wanted to go to him, talk to him but she couldn’t, it felt wrong so she decided to stay at Cassandra’s house. It was late night and they were watching a movie while eating junk food and she got a call from her neighbor, old lady Mrs. Smith told her that her house was on fire. Y/N felt as if she was drowning, the old lady continued, ‘’The police are here darling, they say it’s arson.’’

Cassandra took Y/N and drove her to her home and it was true, fire fighters were there, police officers were questioning her neighbors and above her head the ravens were screeching as if warning her, ‘’What else could happen ravens? I’m already in hell.’’

‘’Good evening Miss Y/L/N.’’ A man said and she turned to him, ‘’My name is Jack Crawford, I’m here with the FBI and your professor Hannibal Lecter. We must ask you some questions.’’ Y/N was just standing there uncertain of what to do. ‘’This is just arson why does the FBI want to talk to her?’’ Cassandra asked. ‘’We believe it’s connected to you friend Joseph’s kidnapping and murder.’’ Y/N turned back to her apartment floor and watched it burn, the strangest thing was that the only place burning was her apartment and fire fighters took it under control. All of her stuff was gone and she felt naked like a new born baby. Hannibal Lecter was also at the crime scene, he approached to them, stood behind Y/N, whispered in her ear, ‘’Y/N we have to go. Jack wants to question you.’’ But the girl didn’t move, she felt as if she was glued to the ground. ‘’All of my stuff is gone…’’ She said slowly. ‘’I know, but now we must leave. I got it from Cassandra, you can leave.’’ Hannibal gently guided her to the police car.

All night she was questioned by Will Graham and Jack Crawford, thankfully she wasn’t a suspect so they gave her coffee and some food but she wasn’t hungry, she couldn’t eat. Hannibal was there by her side, he was a psychiatrist so they needed him to analyze Y/N. ‘’What was your relationship with Joseph?’’ Jack asked, hands on the table, looking directly at her, ‘’We were casually hanging out, if you don’t know what that means old man let me tell you, no feelings just fucking.’’ She was tired and needed to rest and it made her mean, ‘’Would anyone try to harm him? If you know someone please tell us. You are free to go.’’ Y/N giggled like a maniac, Will was silently watching them, ‘’Why are you laughing?’’ Jack asked annoyed, ‘’Leave where? I have nowhere to go.’’ Jack and Will left them alone, Hannibal placed his hand on her cold ones, ‘’You can stay with me for a while, until we sort things out.’’ She started crying, she never liked getting help but she had no other option, Hannibal wiped the tears away, ‘’I will take care of you now.’’ All he ever wanted was to have her on his side all the time, it wasn’t easy to arson a house by himself but he did it, now she was his, forever.

Thank you for reading. :)

Metanio;  Greek, from metanoiein to change one's mind, heart etc. 

Shattered Pieces

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Genre: Romance. Smut in the future. Angst.

Warnings: None.

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?

This story takes place in Captain America The Winter Soldier.

This will be a short story. Sorry for any tyops. Likes and comments are welcomed in this house lol, stay safe my dudes!! 

Tag List is open!!!!!

Chapter 1

Y/N was at Steve's house for dinner, ''I missed this.'' he said finishing his plate. Y/N used to cook for Steve and Bucky back in the day, before all of this happened. ''You are welcom Cap.'' Together day washed the dishes in silence, bot of them wanted to speak but the heavy burden of years were holding them back. ''When will you tell me what happened to you?'' Finally Steve Rogers asked, it had been a year since they were reunited and Y/N kept avoiding the question. ''I'm gonna need a something strong for that.'' Y/N cleaned her hands, Steve had a bottle of whiskey, he poured a glass for her, ''I'm listening.'' he said with sad blue eyes. He already read the files on her, Nick Fury gave them to him but he wanted to hear the story from her. Y/N settled on the single couch, ''After you crashed into the ice and Bucky fell from the train Peggy and Howard found me.'' she took a sip from her drink, ''Howard said he was searching for you but the technology at the time wasn't sufficient. They were building SHIELD and asked if I wanted to help, after all I was the friend of Captain America and the girlfriend of Sergeant Barnes. Peggy said they didn't believe Bucky was dead, they couldn't find his body and feared HYDRA might kidnapped him. The possibility of him alive was enough for me, after 5 months of training in the SHIELD I got myself into HYDRA, it was desperate times, they lost a lot of staff members so they hired me. '' Steve was patiently listening his friend's stroy, ''At first I was the coffee girl but I did prove myself and became the secretary of a General, the General was friends with Dr. Arnim Zola, over the year I got close to him and helped him when needed. Long story short, they caught me while searching files on Bucky. All the files  said ''Died on heavy experiment.'' , they tortured me for any info but I played the dumb girl and they bought it. They used me for experiments, they were able to stop aging but I was under a lot of pain. I guess that wasn't enough for them because they gave me healing powers.'' she finished her drink, eyes clouded with sadness.

''How did you escape?'' Steve asked giving her the bottle, ''They knew I would try to do something so Dr. Zola put me on ice, years later I woke up, they said the technology was at it's high position and wanted to improve my healing powers. Soon SHIELD attacked the building and I escaped. I knew I had to find you when I saw your face on New York Museum, and here we are. Nick asked me to join SHIELD again but I refused.'' Her story was over, Steve was blaming himself ''I'm sorry I wasn't there to save you.'' Y/N gave him a warm smile, he was still the old Steve, a kid from Brooklyn. ''Don't feel that way, it wasn't your fault. My only regret in this world is having a fight with Bucky before he left and never came back.'' She remembered that night, after the dance they were walking on the empty street.

(flashback)

''James please, don't go.'' Y/N said looking at his ocean eyes, ''Stay with me.'' he gave her a kiss. ''You know I can't do that doll, I'm a Sergeant now.'' Her eyes got watery, ''Why did you joined the army in the first place?! Why didn't you ask me first? You are so selfish!'' she tried to push him but failed. ''I can't sit on my ass and wait the war end while there are men out there trying to protect us!'' He yelled back. ''We couk've run away together, but you ruined everything! I check my mailbox everyday for a letter from you or waiting your captain's ''My Condolences'' letter! I can't sleep at night knowing that you are always in danger!'' she was crying now. ''This is the life I choose Y/N! Is it really that hard for you to see that this is what I want?! You can be selfish too sometimes!'' This was their loudest argument, Y/N's neighbor opened her window and yelled at them; ''Take your fight to your bedroom kids!'' Bucky gave a long breath, ''Sorry Mrs. Cooper, goodnight.'' he said calmly. ''Can we just enjoy our last night? I know you missed me, I missed you to. We should do what Mrs. Cooper said.'' His voice was low now, his eyes clouded with lust, pupils dilated. ''Maybe your army friends can help you Sergeant! I bid you good night.'' Y/N walked fast to her door and shut it harshly, she could hear him behind it, ''Don't be like that doll, please. I love you.'' 

(flashback ends)

''I'm sorry it ended this way, but I'm here for you. You can join us whenever you feel ready.'' Steve was trying to get her involved with SHIELD again because he saw they way she fight and heal. She had a talent, ''It's too soon for me, I can't.'' she finished the bottle on her own, ''I better get going, oh thanks for the gift.'' Steve got her a gramofon and records from the 30s and 40s, ''Don't mention it, goodnight.'' 

She was overwhelmed with memories and emotions as she left his house, SHIELD was kind enough to give her a home with a garden, she had nice neighbors and a calm street. It was late when she arrived, for some reason she had this uneasy gut feeling, until she reached to her door she kept looking over her shoulder. ''No one is following you. Relax.'' She unlocked her door, walked inside. As she was closing it she thought she saw a tall man standing behind the tress. It was like shadow and vanished quickly, ''I should get some sleep.'' she thought but as usual she locked every door and window, put her revolver under her pillow. Thanks to all that talk with Steve she saw Bucky in her dream, it was technically a memory, a happy one; 

They were eating their ice cream and enjoying the sunset, Bucky pushed her hair and placed a wet kiss on her neck. ''You should enjoy the view Sergeant.'' Y/N said not looking at him, ''I am.'' he said smiling. A soft wind touched their young body, ''Marry me.'' Bucky said suddenly, it made Y/N look at him in shock, ''WHAT?!'' she said loud, ''Marry me. I know it might be too early but when I come back from the amry we can have the wedding and in the mean time you can think about it. Come on doll, wouldn't you want to be the wife of a Sergeant?'' Ella Fitxgerald's I've Got a Feeling I'm Falling song was playing from a car's radio at a distance. ''Yes! God Yes!'' She jumped on his lap and they started to kiss deeply, but soon Bucky vanished and she was left in the dark, ''Bucky! Come back, Bucky!'' she woke up screaming his name. 

She checked her environment, she was at home in her bed, she touched her cold gun under her sweat covered pillow. For months she had no dreams of him so she felt strange, the soure pain in her stomach was back, it was yearning.

Hear me out — Reader saves Hannibal from some sort of “his ass was this -> <- far away from being caught by fbi & friends in the dumbest way possible” scenario. They don’t want his gratitude, money or gifts but instead worm their way into his office, home & kitchen — which we all know is his life. Disrespecting his desk by using it as a chair while he works, shuffling papers around, molesting his multitude of couches & books, re-arranging his coffee station, moving all the huge / weird and not nice to use cutlery to the bottoms of the holders. This plus other things that he doesn’t know if it’s slowly driving him insane or if he’s being brainwashed when he starts preferring their ways of organized chaos.

But then they also do less annoying things, like always walking around with only socks inside. Taking over a small section of his fridge / freezer. Tugging on his apron, jacket, sleeve - anything they can reach to get his attention. Pointing out the neighborhood cats that often sunbathe in his garden; with little recaps of some of their antics. Using non-metal cooking utensils in his pots and pans. Filling the bottom drawer of his desks with mini snack packs and tiny chocolates. Giving his patients or colleagues odd nicknames - usually to do with their actions or an item of clothing they were wearing when they accidentally met Reader. Playing videogames or reading on the top floor while he has patients & then making a short comment or 2 occasionally when they leave. Getting a very plush and huggable animal pillow and leaving it on his bed — the first few weeks it will get moved to the top of the dresser when he goes to bed, shooting it with untrusting side eyes. And then later it gets moved to the empty side. And every so often when he cooks Reader will sneak up on him & just hug him from behind, moving wherever with him and eventually letting go when they have energy for the world again or when their meal is ready.

Sorry this got so specific! You’re free to ignore any of it lol! I was thinking fem or GN reader. Reader also probably knows about his dietary quirks and isn’t that bothered - their own quirk is that they view vegetables as a luxury and will clear anything and everything he makes of the sort; while also making sure to leave some for their lunch the next day.

A/N; Hi! Sorry it took me a while to post, I was busy with work. Sorry for any typos, enjoy!

Warnings; None.

When Hannibal Lecter looked at you from afar, his mind went back to the time where you changed his entire life. 3 years ago he was in Italy, teaching and enjoying his time. Well, maybe he was enjoying his time too much, because in his entire life this was the first time he almost got caught, one of the professors at the university he was teaching got too cocky and last thing he remembered was he was holding a blood dripping knife in his dominant hand, there was a knock on the door, -the professors wife- and you climbed through the window to save him. You were his assistant at the time, carrying his bag and papers, grading papers for him, you were following him almost everywhere. That night, you had a hunch, and you followed that hunch which led you to this scenario. The rest is history…

After 3 years so many things have changed, you started to live with him, he didn’t know if he wanted to kill you or not because you saw him killing, and you proved yourself to be useful so decided to keep you. Your rooms were separate, not even on the same floor, but whenever Hannibal was stressed you were always by his side, it was like a marriage but without the any complicated paper work. He liked to take you to his office sometimes, or dinners etc. Whenever someone would ask about you Hannibal’s first instinct was to protect you and tell people that you were his partner. You were protected.

At the moment he was watching you, you were watching a movie from your laptop (which Hannibal bought) covered in comfy blankets, sitting on your bed, you looked so calm and focused. He wondered what would’ve happened if he killed you that day..

‘’Is there a room for me?’’ he said, he was startled by his own question, sitting with a young person and watching a movie together wasn’t like him but over the years he found himself doing things he could not imagine before.

You looked up to meet his maroon gaze, your bedroom door was open and he was leaning on the door frame, his hair was a mess and rolled up sleeves showed his tense arms, you didn’t say anything just moved from the center of your bed. He approached with lazy steps, sat next to you, ‘’How was work?’’ you asked, ‘’Psycho was a handful as usual.’’

Hannibal had a patient and he was something else and you named him Mr. Psycho

‘’He asked about you.’’ Hannibal said as he got comfortable, ‘’What did you say?’’ that patient was asking about you a lot lately, maybe he was interested in you but whatever that was it made Hannibal irritated. You could tell by a glance, ‘’I said they are busy.’’ Even his tone was irritated. You could feel a smile forming in the corners of your mouth. No matter what you knew that Hannibal would do anything and everything to protect you.

Hello,

could you please write a Hannibal one-shot, where he and the reader are on their honeymoon in Florence. In the middle of a steamy moment, Jack calls her, due to an emergancy FBI case, but Hannibal just smashes the phone?(with smut?)

A/N: Hi guys!!! I am here to serve the fandom! Enjoy.

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT IN PUBLIC! UNPROTECTED SEX! WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT FOLKS! POSSESSIVE HANNIBAL!

Y/N woke up to a beautiful summer day in Florence. The bed was in a complete mess but she and her husband didn't mind. Yes, she got married to the man of her dreams a week ago and he booked a cozy villa to show her around in Florence, the city he adored. She has never been here before so it was an exciting adventure. Hannibal was really enjoying being a provider, taking care of his wife, making sure she got everything she needed and desired, he loved to hear her laugh and see her beautiful smile. If she was happy he was happy that was the dynamic. Ever since they got here they could only go out on a yacht trip and visited Uffizi Gallery, other days they just couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Of course when they were dating they often had sex but after marriage Hannibal's desire grew more and more. Now that she was his completely he had this primal urge to be a round her all the time, he never knew he could be into physcial touch this much, because before her Hannibal was a cold hearted and colculated man in his previous relationships but at the moment he was preparing breakfast for her, humming a soft tune.

As he was about to go upstairs and wake her up she walked into the garden, the table was by the pool, one could smell the fresh flowers and sweet fruit in the air, Hannibal was once again in awe of her, she was wearing a white milkmaid dress, her hair wet from the shower, just her natural beauty took his breath every time. ''Morning gorgeours.'' he called for her, she smiled as she walked to the table, he had his beige polo shirt and shorts, he got a nice tan. ''Morning honey.'' she kissed him and sat, ''I already ate,'' he began but when he saw her answering her emails on the phone he cleared his throat to geth her attention, he could be like a toddler sometimes. ''Oh?''

''Come here darling.'' he said calmly, she didn't understand but stood up and put her phone on the glass table, Hannibal sat and patted his lap, ''I want to feed you myself.'' he explained shortly. She knew Hannibal had interesting fantasies but this one was knew. ''Okay.'' she blushed shyly which earned a smirk from him. ''Blushing like a maiden are you?'' he teased her, she rolled her eyes.

Hannibal put some botter on a toasted bread and honey on top, ''Open wide love.'' she opened her mouth, bit the toast, ''Hmm, really good.'' she said, ''I know what you like, love.'' he rubbed his nose on her cheek, as he fed her Y/N could feel his hardening member, just to give him hard time she replaced herself on his lap, pretending like she couldn't find the right pesition and she heard his inhale, ''Darling..'' he warned, ''I would like to feed you first and then fuck you till you see stars but food first.'' he was a man of his word and she was counting on it.

''But I'm full.'' she said looking under her eyes, ''Are you now?'' his hand moved inside the dress finding her already soaking wet cunt. ''Oh,'' he said as soon as his fingers made contact, ''What have I found here...'' he started to gently rub her, she opened her legs so that he could have an easy access, ''So eager huh? Tell me how much you want my fingers inside you.''

She loved these moments were he was demanding and direct, ''Please Hannibal, I want your fingers in me, fill me up.'' and they started kissing as he slowly penetrated in her with his fingers, since she was soaking he could finger her easily. Her back was pressing against his chest and he broke the kiss, made her straddel him, now she was wide open, her feet couldn't reach the ground. Her hands wrapped around his neck, with his other hand he was rubbing her ass, giving few slaps which made her yelp. ''Hannibal..'' she moaned his name between kisses, she could feel herself getting closer and closer, her juice dripping down on his shorts, he started to kiss and bite her jaw line, her neck as his finger got faster, ''Yes darling,'' he encouraged her, ''just like that..'' his fingers were hitting a soft spot in her which made her shake her legs, he knew she was close. As they were wrapped in this moment her phone started to ring, which distracted her. ''Fuck.'' she huffed under her breath and reached to get her phone, ''Who is it?'' Hannibal said, clealry annoyed, ''Jack, it must be urgent otherwise he wouldn't call.'' Before she could answer Hannibal got her phone, smashed it against the glass table, thankfully the table didn't break but her phone was destroyed. Y7N had never seen him like this, withouth a word he threy everything away on the table and stood up, laid her on her back and opened her legs, the coolnes of the table made her shiver but deep down she knew what was the reason, she was turned on by her husband, how dominant and manly he was... He pulled down his wet shorts, and without a warning entered her slick folds. They both moaned deeply, ''My wife..'' he said in a growl. He pushed up her hands and held her wrists with one hand, they were literally in public, if any of their neighbors decided to look out the window they could see but it turned Hannibal even more. He wanted everyone to know that she as his. He was brutal with his strokes, she was already sore from last night but he didn't take, he knew she could take it. ''Good girl..'' he said making eye contact, with his free hand he slaped her face, ''Taking my cock so well. Your pussy is mine.'' his words made her climax, her legs shaking again but this time she was in atrance, he was right she was seeing stars. Hannibal followed after few deep strokes and he came in her. He leaned in to kiss her forehead, ''Baby,'' he kissed her cheek and then her lips, ''I want you to have my children.'' he confessed, he had the idea ever since he saw her for the first time, ''Yes,'' she said out of breath, ''Yes Hannibal.'' she caged his plump lips in apassionate kiss.