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Hey! Hope you are doing okay! I just had this big angsty idea that I wanted to share if ur interested. So you know how in the show when Hannibal was with Alana, he'd use her as an alibi whenever she'd sleep over?

Ya, so what if Hannibal and the reader (preferably a lady but it doesn't explicitly matter) are in a romantic relationship, and he does that. One night, he comes home in the dead of the night and finds her in his living room either super angry or absolutely devastated because she thinks Hannibal is cheating on her. Like she has no idea he's a murderer at all. Does Hannibal confess? Does he somehow smooth talk himself out of this situation? I have to know!

A/N: Hey! I am back baby!! I hope you’ll like this one, i really loved the idea. Bye 😘

Hannibal slowly opened the entrance door and walked in, his took off his boots so that they won’t make a sound and wake you up. Little did he know that you were already awake, waiting for him with weary expression and damp cheeks, your eyes were red from crying. He saw the fireplace lit, decided to go to the living room to pour himself a drink, tonight wasn’t an easy one, he had to get rid of someone that had clues about his murders, if they lived Will and Jack would solve the murder and he would end up in jail. For life, and he didn’t want that, not just because of his lavish lifestyle, now that you were engaged to him he had responsibility towards you. He had made a commitment and he intended to keep it. Leaving you all alone didn’t sit right with him at all. He pushed the ajar door and found you sitting by the fire, your back turned, “Y/N?” He didn’t expect you to be awake, it was almost dawn.

You bolted to your feet, you were in your short lingerie dress, black, hair loose, face puffy, why were you crying?

“Where were you?!” Your voice sharp like a whip, and Hannibal understood your accusation immediately.

“Darling I-“ he began calmly but he was startled because he was cut in the middle of his speech, “How could you?!” Her voice getting louder, you walked up to him in anger, “I trusted you,” you pushed him with all of your strength, “After years I finally trusted someone,” you started to slap his chest, he was like a statue, unmoving. “How could you?!” You screamed this time.

Hannibal kept his calm, you were assuming things and as you should because to be honest if you were the one who would disappear in the middle of the night and come back like nothing happened he would stalk you and find out what you were up to and if it was a cheating situation… he knew very well that he would torture and kill the man, however, when it came to you… he wouldn’t be able to lift a finger. It was funny to him, you had no idea the effect you had on him.

He held your hands, “Darling, shh, listen, listen to me.” He got you to stop screaming but you were crying.

He looked at you, to see if you could handle the truth or not…

In this emotional state you would probably have a heart attack so he had to come up with a solid lie.

“My patient, Margot Verger was hospitalized.” He began, you had met Margot before when you brought lunch to his office and you had a nice chat with her.

You stopped for a second, “Since they’re a powerful family you can’t find it in the news. They asked for my input about her mental state so I had to go.”

He was very calculated, you exhaled the breath you held, his calm manner made you observe his face, he was determined. “I would never do that you. Can’t even bring myself to say the word, Y/N,” he held your damp cheeks, hating the fact that he caused this on you. “I love you. I know it wasn’t easy to gain your trust and do you believe I would treat it lightly?”

You were much more calmer now, “Hannibal,” you began but he leaned in for a passionate kiss, every time he came back from a kill all he wanted to do was to have you, in a raw way. He even sometimes woke you up in the middle of the night with a hard on.

You kissed him back, letting him guide you to the table near, his plump lips ravishing yours.

As he broke the kiss he made you bend over with a swift move, it made you yelp, he grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, “After your disgusting accusation did you really believe that I would let you go, little one?”

You shivered with anticipation, he lifted the skirts f your lingerie dress, a harsh spank landed on your bare ass. You screamed in pain, “Oh darling, when I’m done with you I guess I have to carry you in my arms anywhere.” He whispered in your ear.

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

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

Warnings: Stalking.

Words: 1.442K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’I believe in your abilities.’’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’Oh really, Hekate?’’

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

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

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

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

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

Coffee Shop

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

Warnings; None.

Words; 622

A/N; Hey guys! Here I am with another fanfic, I missed writing. I hope you are all fine and thriving! This is just the beginning of the series so I will be writing longer chapters don’t worry. Sorry for any typos, Enjoy.

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Chapter One

Day One

It was a cold and rainy Landon day as usual, you sometimes wondered why you choose to stay in this city. Instead of going to your regular coffee shop you decided to just walk into a random one, it was cold and your regular one was far away. As soon as you walked in, the smell of fresh coffee hit your nostrils, you loved it, plus it was warm inside and not too crowded. You sat near the big window which was facing the street, you watched the busy street. You took off your jacket and gloves, soon a waitress with a warm smile came to the table. She looked and talked friendly, ‘’Can I get hot chocolate please?’’ whenever  people heard your American accent they would stop for a second, even though it had only been a month since you moved here, you got used to the reaction. After the cute waitress left, you opened your books and notebook, yes you were in London because of the university. You studied in America and then -thanks to your professor who put you on a student exchange programm- you came to London. 

You liked studying or reading in a coffee shop, because you get to observe people and draw them, yes you could draw but you never thought you were talented. The curse of our society is that when we’re good at someting  we become blind to our talent. Even though it had only been a week since your school life started, you wanted to study because these professors here are demanding. You loved your field, which is literature, but it could be hard sometimes. On top of that, you applied for Art History course as well to torture yourself more. 

The lofi music at the coffee helped you to study hard, you thought maybe you can visit this place again.

When you decided that it was time to take a break you closed the books and looked around, took a sip of your now cold drink and you saw a man sitting few tables away from you. He was writing something on his Macbook laptop, so furiously focused, you could only see his dirty blonde, gingerish hair and his blue eyes. You noticed he has Airpods, he looked so focused on the screen of his laptop that it made you question whether you are that into your field or not.

You started to draw him, it was easy because most of his face was covered by his laptop, he lost his focus for a second when the cake he ordered came and in that split second his blue eyes met yours. Your first reaction was to look on the page of the notebook, your free hand went to your hair to play. You really didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, sometimes when someone notices that you are drawing them, they get angry and ask you to stop, so you didn’t want him to come to your table and make a scene. Minutes passed by quickly and no one came to your table, you thanked the Gods and Goddesses above. 

You had a quick bathroom break, when you came back he was still there so you still had time to finish the drawing. 

As you inhaled the scent of freshly brewed coffee you closed your eyes, when you opened them again you saw the blue eyed man staring at you. You decided to focus on your books and study guide, trying to ignore the blush creeping up to your cheeks. Was it weird that you wanted to talk to him? Anyways, you had to study, so you shrugged the thought away and turned the page of your Shakespeare’s guide book.

Chapter 2

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Coffee Shop

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

Warnings; None

Words; 547

A/N; Hi guys sorry for the long wait, I was sick and throwing up everywhere. I'm fine now, hope you enjoy this chapter, sorry for any typos. Love u all. Text me if i forgot to tag you. (gif isn't mine)

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Chapter Four

Day Four

Your very gay and very loud bestie who lives in America screamed into the screen when he got your text about this gentleman and his kind gesture. After telling him everything and gossiping about your new life you guys hang up. You had your last lecture and tried to make friends. You figured that you need to socialize and talk to people instead of staring at them with deadly eyes. They were nice and 6 of you formed a group chat to talk and keep each other updated about assignments, lectures and juicy gossip about the teachers. You guys stayed in campus for a while but later you had to head out because it was getting late.

Day Five

Today you were free, you did yoga in the morning, ate cereal quickly and left your small flat, damn it felt so lonely there. You were looking for a job but had no luck, the money your parents send you monthly was running low, you decided to go to that coffee shop and search jobs online because at least you would be away from lonliness -aka your flat- and there is free wifi, you decided to buy the cheapest coffee and nothing else.

Your brain was too occupied to notice that blue eyed gentleman. He leaned on his seat and watched you walk in. You seemed distracted and he took the liberty to observe you settle on your regular place, set your laptop, put your pens and notebook on the small round table. You also had a newspaper.

Tom loved this little game that you play with him, he is the king of edging after all. The first day he saw you, he didn't pay that much attention because he was busy with writing a play. Even though his job was acting he sometimes write plays when he is inspired -no one knows this detail about him- when he saw you the second time he was surprised, the universe maybe had a plan. He noticed you were drawing him, he let you do it. He wanted to come and say hi but he didn't feel like it was the right time. You seemed shocked when he sent you those things, he was trying to figure out a way to approach you but you look like a girl who doesn't want to be bothered.

Waitress took your order, after she left he watched you huff and puff about something on your laptop. You rubbed your eyes quickly, he found himself hoping that you are alright. Maybe today isn't the day to talk to you.

You applied for part time jobs and also circled the jobs on the news paper you got on your way here. Jessie brought you the cheapest coffee. As you took a sip your eyes met him.

The very same blue eyed gentleman, he was here the entire time. You almost chocked on the hot liquid. He waved at you, you did the same shyly. You didn't know what else to do so you turned back to your job hunt.

As you were replying to the texts from your new friends you heard a thick, low voice with accent say ''May I join you?''

You looked up to meet hiz azure gaze.

''S- sure.''

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Hi love! I was just wondering if you could write a mob au T. H where you two are working together as his assistant for a couple of years and ive had a crush on him but he didn't and then you make the rest up?? Thank you @marions-wither88

Warnings; Guns, violence

A/N; Hi, thank you for this request, sorry for any typos I'm not a native english speaker. Enjoy!!!

When you woke up with the alarm you groaned deeply, you have been working for your boss for more than 3 years but lately it was hard for you to wake up and go to your job. The main reason was that you had a huge crush on your boss (yeah unprofessional and unethical all at once, believe me I know) and you knew that he showed no interest. You were a beautiful person and a lot of people hit on you a lot but you only had eyes for one. You got the coffee your boss drinks every morning and walked inside the building. You admired your work place because your boss, Thomas W. Hiddleston had a perfect taste in art, the walls held art pieces from all around the world and every 6 months he ordered new pieces and donated the last ones to charities. You knew all about this because you were his assistant. As you marched the marble grey floors in your slim high heels you liked the stares you got. As I’ve mentioned before you were beautiful. Your position in the work place was admired and envied by other colleagues. You were Tom’s eyes, hands and all of the above, you knocked one time and opened the grey door. He was on his black chair as usual, when he saw you he nodded and you closed the door behind you. He hang up the phone when you placed the coffee on his glass table, ‘’Morning Y/N, thank you.’’ He took a sip from the coffee and closed his ocean eyes, ‘’That’s good.’’ He noticed you didn’t get yourself a coffee, his eye brows lifted, ‘’I’m trying to cut down the caffeine.’’ You shortly replied, before you lost yourself on his deep eyes you opened the folder you were holding, you were busy with papers so you didn’t notice his roaming eyes on your black pencil skirt and claret red blouse, you hair looked silky smooth, you bent slightly to put the papers on his glass table and he almost forgot to breath properly, ‘’Is something wrong?’’ you asked, confused. He swallowed the lump and coughed, ‘’No, I’m fine. Are these the papers you were talking about yesterday?’’ he casually asked to change the subject, ‘’Yes, see here, you have to sign these, Sir.’’ Every time you called him sir it did things to him.

You waited for him to read the papers and sign, ‘’Are you going to Greg’s birthday party tonight?’’ he asked, eyes never leaving his desk, Greg was the accountant, ‘’I don’t know, maybe.’’ You said, hoping he would ask you to go with him but deep down you knew it was impossible, your boss was famous among models, business women and actresses, all of his exes were high class celebrities and you felt like nothing next to them. ‘’You should bring your date, it would be fun for you.’’ His accent normally sent shivers to your body but not right now, not like this, ‘’I don’t have a date to bring.’’ You corrected him, you were single as fuck. Tom wasn’t just chitchatting, he wanted to know if you were single or not, ‘’Good to know.’’ He murmured more to himself than to you, ‘’I’m sorry?’’ you though you heard him wrong, unfortunately he was quick to change the subject, ‘’All set. Take these to Greg. Thank you.’’

Rest of the day went quickly, you couldn’t focus on your work properly because you were confused, ‘’Good to know.’’ Why would he say something like that unless? You exhaled the breath you were holding, ‘’Hey Y/N,’’ your work bestie came to your office, ‘’Hey, what’s up?’’ you said not looking away from your laptop, ‘’You wanna go to Greg’s party? It could be fun.’’ You needed a distraction anyways, ‘’Yeah sure, I’ll see you there.’’

When you finished up in your office you locked your door and noticed everyone left, you had lot on your plate today but glad to finish everything, as you locked your office door you heard your boss’s door being locked too and you turned to see those blue eyes, he smiled kindly, ‘’It’s never fun to be workaholic Y/N.’’ he joked friendly, ‘’You are one to talk.’’ You snapped back and noticed how bold you were in that moment, before you could apologies you heard your boss laugh for the first time. A warm smile on his face, his eyes lit up, you joined his laughter, together you walked to the elevator and he pressed the button. ‘’I’ve decided to go to Greg’s party.’’ You announced, making him remember your conversation. ‘’Oh? What changed your mind?’’ he asked and the doors opened, you both walked in and faced the metal doors. ‘’I need to drink and have fun. Maybe meet someone new.’’ Tom’s head turned to you sharply and didn’t go unnoticed, ‘’Oh?’’

‘’Yes, like you said, it’s never fun to be workaholic.’’ Tom didn’t like the answer he got, you could see his reflection and it intimidated you, you thought you said something wrong. The doors opened with a ding, ‘’Good night Mr. Hiddleston.’’ You left before giving him a chance to speak. Enough was enough, you needed a new crush.

You dolled up to go to Greg’s party, your satin dress hugged your curves perfectly

and your high heels gave you confidence, you called an Uber because you knew you would be drinking tonight. You left your apartment to wait outside, it was dark and little cold but you didn’t mind. You opened your purse to look at your phone but it happened so fast you had no chance to fight. Someone covered your mouth with a piece of cloth which stank like booze and you blacked out in a second.

Tom smashed his phone into the pastel wall when he finished the phone call. How could they know, he was careful?! Y/N was kidnapped by a small gang who wanted his attention and money, from outside he looked like a successful business man but deep down he was a mob boss, his job was to smuggle guns and drugs, he was so damn good at it and took the city under his control, this was the first time he lost his control and it would be the last because no matter what he was going to get his girl and not leave without a fight. Tom had a slight crush on Y/N when they first met, that’s one of the reasons why he hired her, over time that crush grew more and more but he never acted on his feelings due to his career. He didn’t want to drag Y/N into his dark world but it seemed he had no choice now, cat was out of the bag. He called his wingman, his friend Benedict and Benedict gathered the guns and men.

The place you were kept was an abandoned house outskirts of the city, ‘’Make sure no one walks out alive.’’ Tom said before they marched inside. You were kept upstairs, a man was sitting close to you, ‘’Wake up honey.’’ He said with his raspy voice, your head felt heavy you opened your eyes and looked at the man, he was tall and handsome, he had long dark hair and high cheeks bones, ‘’Why, why am I here?’’

Your throat felt dry, ‘’Here.’’ He helped you drink water, ‘’You are just a too so that I can reach to Hiddleston. Sit back and relax princess.’’ You were confused, what could this guy possibly want from your boss? If you weren’t ductaped to the chair you would have jumped when you heard the gun shots, something was happening downstairs, the gun shots grew more and more, you were so scared that you were in shock, couldn’t cry or move, you were just looking at the dusty old door, waiting for a bad guy to open it and kill you. When the gun shots stopped you took a deep breath, ‘’Let me go you prick!’’ you screamed when you felt that guy’s hand on your shoulder, ‘’Shh,’’ he said and nudged your bare shoulder with his cold gun, you closed her eyes and prayed to God. The door burst opened and you opened your eyes to see your boss and his friend that you’ve met before. They were both covered in blood but they seemed fine, ‘’Let her go.’’ Was the first sentence came out of Tom’s mouth, ‘’I see you killed all my men. How about we come to an arrangement, gentlemen?’’ Tom’s eyes first gave you reassurance that everything was going to be all right, you felt warmth spread in your chest. ‘’What arrangement?’’ Benedict asked coldly, ‘’I am the leader of the Crow clan. We want to work with you, since we couldn’t attract your attention Mr.Hiddleston I’ve decided I can try something else.’’ His gun nudged your shoulder again, ‘’I don’t work with scumbags you hurt women.’’ And he shot the man right between the eyes, you screamed and felt your body go numb. ‘’Tom! Are you mad? What if-‘’ Tom didn’t listen to his friend, he marched towards you and helped you get out of the ductape, ‘’Are you all right? Did they hurt you?’’ his hands were shaking, ‘’I’m fine.’’ You said, voice shaking. Tom held your head between his palms, ‘’Don’t look down, hold my hand.’’ Before crossing the threshold of the room you saw the dead man on the floor and you fainted again.

This time you woke up on a comfortable surface, you rubbed your eyes and jumped with the realization, dead man, kidnapping, guns, Tom… you were in a luxurious bedroom in a penthouse. ‘’Wha- what happened?’’ Tom was there to hold you, he brought you to his home, laid you to his king sized bed and sat on the edge, waiting for you to wake up. He held your shoulders, ‘’Y/N, it’s me. Calm down, you are safe.’’ Your eyes met his worried ones, he was worried for you indeed. Once you were relaxed with his hands on your shoulder he asked you again, ‘’Are you hurt? Did he touch you?’’ you could hear the anger in his voice, ‘’No, no- I was outside my apartment, waiting for the Uber and- and someone came, I woke up in that house.’’ You finished, tears prickling in your soft eyes, Tom hated himself more.

He hugged you, your head was on his chest, hearing his heart beat, he played with your hair, ‘’I’m sorry, this was all my fault.’’

‘’How come?’’ You asked curious, he knew he had to tell you everything and he did. You were his assistant and needed to know his actual work, where the money comes from. You were left in shock, ‘’Let me close that for you.’’ He closed your mouth, ‘’But, why would they kidnap me?’’

He exhaled deeply and pulled you in to kiss you. You eagerly replied to the kiss, your hands went to his thick hair, he pulled you to his lap, your legs were either side of his and you could feel his growing need for you. He pulled back, catching his breath, ‘’That’s why.’’ He said, ‘’I’ve been in love with you ever since I met you Y/N. Please be mine and end my misery. If you will have me I’m yours.’’

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Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

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

Warnings: Some making out. Mention of death.

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

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Chapter 10

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

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

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

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

''Morning love.''

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

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

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

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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.

A/N: Hello little doves! Here with another chapter. I am having fun writing this! Thank you so much for supporting me and liking, leaving commnets. Means alot. Love u all.

Warnings: Slight mention of SA. Our babies yearning for each other especially Feyd!

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Chapter Twelve ''Interval''

Y/N woke up with a strange scent hitting her brain through her nostrils, the scent was strong, she opened her eyes but didn’t move because she didn’t know where she was and if they noticed that she was awake they might do something to her. She was on the ground, laid on a thin orange rug, it was made of spice fibers, that was the cause of the smell. She was in Arrakis and the entire planet filled with spice, and it had a strong scent. Someone must have changed her clothes because she was wearing a long dress, the color beige, it was baggy and comfortable. The inside was lit by the dim glowglobes, the color dark yellow, she noticed the coolness of the inside, she was in a Sietch.

‘’Morning Sayyadina.’’ A woman’s voice was heard, without looking Y/N already deduced that it was the same woman who captured her. Thanks to her Bene Gesserit tricks she might walk out alive because the sisterhood had spread their prophecies and religious believes throughout the entire planet.

Y/N slowly moved her body to sat, the ground under her was carved and rough, this Sietch must be thousands of years old and still changing its shape every year, maybe another thousand years it will disappear.

The woman was standing by the open space, the room didn’t have a door just a hole that was covered with a thin sheet of spice curtain, clearly handmade. She entered the room and sat opposite of Y/N.  ‘’If I had known you were with child I wouldn’t have hit you so hard.’’ She was sincere, looking at Y/N with dark blue eyes, due to spice consumption the Fremens’ eyes turn to blue. How did they know that she was pregnant? Maybe their Reverend Mother dressed her and found out. Her hand went to her head, a piece of dry blood rubbed itself on her fingers, it hurt but she didn’t make a sound, she couldn’t show any weaknesses. ‘’Here.’’

The woman came with a tray of cold water and piece of bread, Y/N came up with a conclusion that if they wanted her dead she would be dead already so she took the tray and drank the water, it tasted strange but she knew it wasn’t poisoned. ‘’Thank you.’’ She said, keeping her voice calm and neutral. Y/N looked at the woman, she was one of the warriors and she had some designs on her suit that distinguished her from other warriors, her rank must be high.  ‘’Why do you call me Sayyadina?’’ she asked, curious. The woman stood up, ‘’Because you are a witch, but you haven’t completed your journey yet. Finish your bread and come with me.’’

It dawned on her, her mind immediately went to a book she had read before coming here, there was a section about Reverend Mothers of Arrakis that said; Sayyadina- Among the Fremen the Syyadina, (Friend of God in Chakobsa) is a priestess who has not yet passed within to become a Reverend Mother. When a Sayyadina undergoes the spice agony, another is then consecrated into the Sayyadina to continue the line of succession.

Did they want her to be the new Reverend Mother? For the Sisterhood, especially Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam it would be a great victory, having Y/N as Helen’s little spy and shaping the future in Arrakis. However, her main reason to be here was to be with her husband, Feyd-Rautha. She was aware of the obvious fact that Fremens hated Harkonnens and if they found out that Y/N was married to one and carrying his child… she didn’t want to think of that. She had to get out of here but she knew that alone in the desert, she didn’t stand a chance.

Y/N got up as she finished her bread and left the small room, she didn’t have any footwear but the coldness of the ground calmed her senses. Outside of the room she was kept, there was a larger space, there were holes on the walls for Fremens’ rooms to sleep, it must have been daylight because they were all inside and working. Some were training, some were sewing the warrior clothes that were damaged. They all looked at her up and down, their blue eyes screamed ‘’Stranger!’’

They were a society where their eyes talked more than their mouths. The entire Sietch was lit by glowglobs, there were few holes on the tops so sunlight coming through but thanks to the design the inside was perfectly colder than the hell outside. ‘’During the day we don’t go out, not just because of the heat, we don’t want to be seen by the enemy.’’ The woman was explaining as she walked and Y/N was following her like a toddler. She immediately knew who the enemy was, her husband and his family. ‘’At night we go out, we hunt, we attack.’’ She stopped and turned to her, ‘’I’ll teach you how to sandwalk.’’

Y/N watched some videos on it, in order to be safe and not being detected by the giant worms one must learn how to sandwalk, it was like a dance, a dance to Shai-Hulud one might argue. ‘’We learn when we’re only a child.’’ She continued explaining few stuff about her culture and the way of life here. ‘’I am taking you to our Naib. Stilgar.’’ Naib ment ‘’leader of sietch’’ she had to be cunning and manipulative as her sisters. Y/N’s hand went to her stomach and she started to pray silently; Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration…

Feyd-Rautha Harkonenn unlike his older brother Glossu ‘’Beast’’ Rabban he hadalready figured it out that the best time to explore and attack was at night. During the day the desert was a killing machine, because of Rabban they had lost so many useful men. During the day Feyd and his men had made plans on the map of the desert, his first plan was to go to the abandoned cargo ship and deduce himself, maybe he could see something that his men couldn’t and try to find the nearby Sietches, the problem was that these Sietches were hidden so carefully that one couldn’t see but had to know the secret ways to enter. The ones they had found were empty and the rumors had reached his ears, all of the Fremen tribes were getting together to attack him. He had to stop them before it happened and also he had to find his wife. His priorities were shifting and the hologram message he got from his uncle earlier today wasn’t to his liking. Baron Vladimir Harkonnen was furious, he was demanding Y/N’s head. Of course he didn’t say to Feyd that she was pregnant, if Feyd knew he wouldn’t touch her but Baron wanted her dead. He figured they could find another highborn wench for his dear nephew and they could have as many male offspring as they wished. His words ringing in Feyd’s ears; ‘’She put our family name in disgrace. If you don’t take care of her your brother will.’’

Feyd’s blood boiled as soon as he heard that sentence, his throat went dry. He remembered the night of Rabban’s disrespect towards her, Feyd knew what kind of a monster his brother was. Rabban was going to rape her first and then torture her and then kill her. Feyd punched the bathroom mirror, he would burn his entire household to the ground before he let that happen. He looked at his reflection through the broken glass, distorted just like him, she was the opposite of him. She was kind, gentle and he would kill every man on this galaxy to see her and hold her in his strong arms one last time.

As the night came with shiny starts with the moons visible on the night sky, Feyd and his soldiers mounted the ships and left the palace. Their first stop was the cargo ship which was raided by the Fremen and left to rot. ‘’Na- Baron, we have searched the entire ship and only found Lady Na-Baroness’ headscarf as you know. There is nothing here.’’ His old advisor said in a neutral tone, standing behind Feyd who had entered the ship through broken metal lids, as soon as he entered his strong animalistic senses could pick up her pheromones, just like he did with the headscarf his men brought to him but he noticed something strange. Her pheromones were more sweeter than usual, more lively..  He wondered why he was picking that scent but didn’t dwell on it. The ship was just an empty metal box, the Fremen had taken every cable every electrical device they could.

Their next stop nearby rocks and mountains, the search continued till the first light, Feyd was growing restless, he was determined to bring her back  but the first day of rescue failed miserably and his rage had met three of his servants, he put their heads on spikes for everyone to see, he announced before he entered the through the palace’s gigantic stone doors, ‘’The person who finds Lady Na-Baroness will earn enough spice to make him the emperor of this galaxy!’’ he yelled to his army who were standing immobile in the sand garden of the palace, there were only few palm trees and just orange sand. His arm saluted in the Harkonen way and screamed his name;

‘’Feyd-Rautha!’’

‘’Feyd-Rautha!’’

‘’Feyd-Rautha!’’

It had been few weeks since she arrived, the woman who captured her became her friend, Sama was a fierce warrior and also a caring person. She was giving Y/N extra food since she was pregnant. Sama had told her that the reason why she wasn’t was because that Stilgar knew she would be helpful and he was right, Y/N was healing the warriors, helping the old Reverend Mother, making healing potions and teaching it to the young Sayyadinas. She had quickly figured it out that there were no such thing as useless Fremen, the useless ones were killed, they grew up in this hard conditions and trained themselves to be selfless and be at service all the time. When she was free she was wandering in this enormous Sietch and try to eavesdrop. She was quick to learn a new language so she started to understand their daily conversations and yesterday her heart filled with hope because she heard Sama and Stilgar talking about the ‘’Harkonnens’’

Stilgar had said ‘’That boy is looking for someone, do you think it is a coincidence that we found her in the middle of the desert? Wake up Sama!’’ Stilgar had put the pieces together but apparently Sama was in denial, maybe she didn’t want to believe that her new friend was a Harkonnen’s wife…

Every night she was praying to meet him again, see him and melt into his arms. Y/N felt the ring on her finger, it was the wedding ring Feyd had given her, it belonged to her mother.. she had so many questions. Did he really killed his own mother? If he did then what was she suppose to do? She knew that nothing will be answered till she sees him in flesh and blood.

‘’Sayyadina?!’’ someone called her name, she turned to face the owner of the voice, ‘’Reverend Mother has asked your presence in her private chambers.’’ She bowed her head and followed the man, Fremen men were mostly dark skinned and dark haired, they were very muscular and always alert. The curtain was drawn, she cleared her throat and entered, the dim lights gave the room a mysterious look, there were books at every corner, potions and religious artifacts. ‘’Reverend Mother.’’ She bowed, the old woman was sitting on the ground, her entire body covered, only her face could be seen, she motioned with her hand for Y/N to come closer and she did, she sat in front of the old woman.

She was in spice trance, it was evident in her blown eyes and the smell of the spice, she held Y/N’s hand, the grip tenacious. ‘’I see you, all the time..’’ she began, her voice hoarse, ‘’he is looking for his wife… a treachery on his part.’’

Y/N was aware of the fact that too much spice consumption gave one prophecies, ‘’Soon, soon..’’ the old woman started to scream, ‘’Soon! Soon!’’ other Sayaddinas marched in and helped Y/N, the old woman’s grip left a red mark on her wrist.

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Shard of Blood

Hannibal Request; Hi there. I might have another Hannibal idea Request: OC is a serial killer just like Hannibal and he starts to become interested in her way of killing. She tries to act like she didn’t notice him and one day follows him while he’s murdering and reveals herself from her hiding spot. He’s torn apart between killing her and smutty thoughts 😅 Luckily he decides for the smutty part and maybe they start killing together. Absolutely adored your last story and hope you’ll like the idea <3 @negans-attagirl​

Word Count: 3.490 so it’s a long ass fic lol Sorry for any typos.

Warnings; Mention od sexual assault. Smut, +18, murder, killing.

Doctor Hannibal Lecter was at his office, drinking his wine and reading the news on his ipad. Freddie Lounds wrote about a new serial killer in town and he knew that Jack Crawford soon would call him and ask him to help with this case but for now he was glad to stay behind the veil and observe from afar.

‘’Baltimore Maryland is under a great threat, after The Minnesota Shrike attacks now we have a new killer, can FBI catch them both or are they going to fail? How long do we have to stay indoors?’’

He was intrigued by this killer because first of all he knew that the killer was a woman, and her targets were rapist, abusive men regardless of their social class. Her first victim was someone from a rich family who kept raping his servants and one day he was found dead. It was her first work so there was no art to it, however over the weeks she got professional and started to decorate the bodies, and FBI always found a paper next to the victim and the paper explained who was the victim and why she killed him. Will Graham brought the copies to him to read and try to make a profile but Jack didn’t know that so it was their secret.

There were 10 pages, and each of them explained her reasons, so far Hannibal could tell that this woman was playing the God or should he say Goddess of death and justice, because she was bragging about how FBI and the police couldn’t do their jobs and she was doing it for them. The writings weren’t handwritten, however Hannibal knew that she was using a typewriter, it was Remington De Lux Portable typewriter which was manifactured in 1949.

The next day he got a call from Jack, just as he thought and he went to Jack’s office to discuss the situation. Will was there as well, ‘’Thank you for coming Hannibal, we decided to focus on this new killer because she is fast and I believe she won’t stop until we catch her, however Minnesota Shrike sometimes rests and we haven’t discovered any body from him recently. I want you to help us make a profile on this new killer.’’ Hannibal sat next to Will with pride, he was right there but Jack was too caught up with his personal life that he was blind. Jack gave him 10 files, each had pictures of dead men and he started to look at them.

‘’I think she lures the men into a secluded place. She usually starts by tying them and later she chops off their penis, they die of losing blood, she is probably watching them die.’’ Will told them what he thought, he was playing with his glasses, ‘’But why like this?’’ Jack asked confused, ‘’All the men she murdered are rapists and abusive men, in her mind she thinks they deserve this kind of death. In every letter she leaves she mocks the FBI and the authorities who can’t catch these men,’’ he was looking at a picture where the victim was on the ground in a forest and there were flowers covering his body.  

‘’She might be shorter than most of them so that’s why she is luring them into a place with the expectation of sex and later she ties them to control them.’’ Hannibal was good at hiding his excitement, ‘’Can I have these to see more details?’’ he asked. ‘’Sure, I have the copies with me.’’ Will said. Hannibal Lecter had to leave early because later he went to his house to get ready. He belonged to the rich community of Baltimore and it meant that he had to attend events. Tonight there was an event at The Walters Art Museum, he put on his best suit and went there. The event started by an opera singer, all of the attendants were sitting and enjoying this singer, the seat next to him was empty but he didn’t mind he was enjoying the soft tunes coming from the singer. Soon he saw a woman coming towards him to sit next to him, she was silent like a serpent and if he didn’t saw her he probably wouldn’t realize her coming to sit. He took a quick glance and liked what he saw, she had a vintage dress and it made her look like an Hollywood actress in 30s or 40s, 

(this is the dress)

her parfume smelled delicious and it made him sit straight on his seat. Later Hannibal was talking to his friends from the art community and they were drinking their expensive champagne, having a conversation of baroque style paintings, and he saw her again. She was alone and she was viewing the paintings on the white walls, ‘’Excuse me for a moment.’’ He left his group and slowly approached to the young woman, as he was walking he got a glass of champagne and stood next to her. ‘’May I offer you a glass of champagne?’’ she turned to face him. She looked uninterested but she took the glass and drank it, ‘’I haven’t seen you before, if you are new to our community allow me to introduce myself. Doctor Hannibal Lecter.’’ He took the hand she offered and planted a soft kiss, ‘’I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I do not belong to your community Doctor, my date brought me here.’’ Most of the men here were old and married, ‘’May I ask who is your date?’’ he asked curiously. ‘’ Sir Samuel Rochester, I hope you know him.’’ Hannibal didn’t like what he heard, Samuel always gave him bad energy and he was a man who loved to be rude to everyone around him, he was on his list and his time was coming. ‘’Yes, I have met him years ago on an event similar to this one.’’ A smile flickered across her red lips and she drank her champagne to hide it, Hannibal noticed that she was a strange woman, he was good at reading people because of his job but… this one was hard to crack. As he tried to understand her intentions they heard Samuel Rochester’s vulgar voice. ‘’Hannibal my friend! Glad to see you here. I see you met my beautiful date.’’ The tall and vulgar man placed his arm on her waist and Hannibal could feel that she was uncomfortable, ‘’Maybe she is one of his sugar babies.’’‘’Likewise Samuel,  I hope you are well.’’ Y/N could see how fake he was, Hannibal Lecter obviously didn’t like the guy and Samuel was too stupid to notice. ‘’Don’t worry Doctor Lecter, he won’t be your problem anymore.’’ ‘’I will be well once you throw another dinner party. This man right here knows how to cook and entertain his guests.’’ 

He explained to Y/N, ‘’If you are lucky enough I’ll invite you to come with me.’’ Samuel was a man who was raised as a ‘’superior’’ fella, and he liked to give women opportunities, as she was going to speak Hannibal acted quickly, ‘’You don’t need him to come to my dinner parties Miss Y/L/N, a woman who enjoys art is always welcomed in my house.’’ Hannibal could tell that she loved viewing paintings because before he came to talk to her he watched her looking at the painting of Pygmalion and Galatea, ‘’I assume this one is your favorite?’’ he pointed the painting. ‘’Yes actually. Jean-Léon Gérôme did an amazing job, it’s a shame that it’s the original version’s replica. I would love to see the real one some day.’’ Samuel watched them talk, the only reason he was in the community was that he was rich and his family was the founders of building this community.

Later that night Hannibal didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to Y/N because the young girl and her ‘’date’’ left early. He bid his farewells to his friends and drove to his big house.

The next week Hannibal Lecter got the news of another kill, Will called him to tell him that Hannibal’s ‘’friend’’ Samuel Rochester was found that on his bed and Hannibal went to see the body. FBI agents were there, the neighbors of Samuel’s were outside watching the house and he walked inside. It was a big mansion with so many doors and Will took him to the bedroom. As soon as he walked into the huge bedroom he got the scent of a woman’s parfume and he opened his eyes in shock, Will thought that Hannibal was shocked to see his so called friend die but he was wrong, Hannibal knew this smell and he certainly knew whom it belonged to. He got close to the victim’s body and as usual his penis was cut off and there was a lot of blood, ‘’Until now she moved the bodies to places, why would she change her style?’’ Jack asked coming inside, Samuel was naked, his hands and feet were tied to the bed. ‘’Samuel is taller and larger than her other victims, she didn’t have time to carry him.’’ Hannibal explained imagining Y/N Y/L/N, he knew something was different, unique with her and he found what it was, she was like him.

‘’Media call her ‘’The Slasher’’, any clues Hannibal?’’ Jack asked coming closer to the bed, Hannibal took a step back, ‘’No. Excuse me I have an appointment.’’ And he left the crime scene. Hannibal saw her as a competition now, and the meat in his frige was running out so he needed to go out and kill someone soon.

After a few days of silence Hannibal finally got a target, one of Bedelia du Maurier’s patients was a problem to her, and she transferred that patient to Hannibal Lecter, it was their little game. When a patient was being a problem Bedelia sent them to him and he took care of the situation.

Y/N was watching Hannibl from afar for days now, after her last kill she decided to wait for a while, because she got scared for the first time. Hannibal saw him with her and he could give this information to his FBI friends and her life would be ruined, she needed to find something about him to use against him if he were to go to his buddy Will Graham. She watched him go to his therapist’s house for almost everyday, something was off and she had to find out so early in the morning she broke into his office, she was good at this stuff. Y/N went into his office didn’t touch anything and she climbed the woodenstairs and hid herself between two bookshelves and she waited.

Hours later Hannibal Lecter came into his office, nothing looked out of the ordinary except the smell he was getting, it was the same parfume… He acted like he didn’t notice anything and his first and only patient for the day came in. It was show time.

Y/N listened to their conversation and soon she heard the sounds of struggle, she took a small step forward to see what was happening and she was shocked to see what was happening. Hannibal and his patient (who looked close to his age) were fighting like animals and Hannibal pushed the man with his leg, the man fell to the ground and Hannibalwas on top of him now, and he pulled out a lancet under his sleeve and slashed open the man’s throat, the man tried to held his neck to stop the bleeding but it was a vain attempt, Hannibal stood up like nothing happened, Y/N couldn’t help but watch the scene before her. He took few steps back and pulled out his handkerchief to clean his lancet, ‘’The average adult has about 4 to 6 liters of blood in their body. The average man has more blood than the average woman, and people who weigh more or are taller than others have more blood.This means a person can die from losing 2 1/2 to 4 liters of blood. What I’m trying to say is that he will die in few minutes and this will give you to come out and explain yourself Y/N. ‘’

Her body went numb when he said her name, she had no where to go, she slowly came out of her shell and used the wooden stairs, the man on the floor was still struggling. ‘’Hello there.’’ He greeted her with a calm manner however his competetion was right in front of him and he didn’t like the attention leaving him and going to her. ‘’Samuel was on my list, it was rude of you to deny the satisfaction of killing him from me.’’ He put his lancet into his pocket, she was standing close to the big window on her left and the morning sucreated a bright light around her, she reminded him of a Saint in middle ages. ‘’I apologise Doctor Lecter, but you must understand that he was a piece of trash who had to die, I wouldn’t be able to wait for you to kill him one day, he used to abuse his wife and caused her death.’’ Hannibal knew that but still he didn’t like it. ‘’Who was he?’’ She pointed the man on the ground who was fighting for his life, ‘’A patient of my friend, he was rude like you, look where it got him.’’ Hannibal’s suit was covered in blood but Y/N didn’t mind, in fact she had to press her legs to fight the urge to climb him like a tree. He was a handsome man with a sharp jawline and high cheek bones, and on top of that his accent was so unique she never heard it before.

He took steps towards her but she didn’t move, He raised his blood covered hand and traced her warm cheek with his wet fingers, ‘’That’s a pretty face, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to it. Nonetheless you saw me murder someone,’’ the bright light around her made his brown eyes shine, ‘’I cannot let you go now.’’ Before she could say anything he moved his hand to choke her. She was shocked, didn’t expect something like that from him, she held his hand and tried to push it away from her but he was strong. He guided her to his neat brown table. She was on top of the table trying to breath, ‘’We-‘’ she tried to say, ‘’We could’ve been beautiful.’’

And Hannibal stopped, like he was triggered and he let her breath but his hand was still on her throat. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she could feel his growing need. ‘’You are right.’’ He said, as if he was having an awakening, ‘’I’m sorry darling I forgot to ask you why are you here?’’

‘’You know I killed Samuel and I was afraid you might tell the cops.’’ Hannibal started to laugh, ‘’Why are you laughing?’’ her throat was hurting, ‘’I would never give you to the FBI, trust me. What shall I do with you now? Huh? You know who I am and what I’m capable of doing…’’ and suddenly he felt this urge to let her stay with him and teach her everything he knew. If she was on her own she would get caught eventually, she had to learn when to kill and where to kill and maybe she could help him with the meat problem, he couldn’t hunt on his own all the time.

Y/N looked into his dilated eyes, ‘’Teach me.’’ She said as if she could read his mind, she placed her warm hand on his clean shaven cheek, ‘’I can’t do this alone.’’

‘’We can be like Pygmalion and Galatea.’’ Hannibal said but more to himself and in that moment he kissed her and she kissed him back. His plump lips felt so comfortable she found herself wanting more and moved her hips, Hannibal moaned into her mouth, their was so passionate and animalistic that when they parted their lips were puffy and bruised. They were having the joy of finding their soulmates, thankfully she was wearing a dress and it gave Hannibal easy access, he started to kiss and bite her neck and he could see the bruise his hand left and filled with pride, he was a man who loved leaving marks. He found her core and felt the slick fabric, he removed her panties and started to play with her wet cunt. She was a moaning mess, ‘’Don’t hold back love, I want to hear you.’’

The fact that there was a dead man in his office and he was covered in that man’s blood wasn’t important details to them, in fact it turned them on. The wet sounds her cunt made drove him crazy, and he loved the way she moaned his name over and over again, he stopped fingering her because he wanted to feel her. She helped him pull his pants down and his dark member was free, she knelt between his legs, ‘’Good girl.’’ Hannibal had a feeling that praises might have a good effect on her and he was right, she got excited. She first used her hand, gave him a few pums and as she placed a innocent kiss on top of his member his head fell back and she slowly took him in her mouth. When he was fully in her mouth his tip hit the back of her throat and she was trying hard not to gag, his hand went to her hair pulled her head towards him and he slowly fucked her mouth, her eyes were up and watching his face, ‘’You like being a slut for men like me aren’t you?’’ she hummed and he smirked, ‘’I’m the only man who can do that you you now. Understood?’’

Hannibal Lecter was a selfish man who did not enjoy sharing, the possibilites of killing men who looked at her the wrong way went to his mind and he almost came with that though but he held himself. She didn’t forget to play with his balls, her mouth felt so soft and warm he firmly pulled her silky hair back and pulled out off her mouth. ‘’Come here little girl.’’ He held her throat and gave her a long kiss, ‘’Lay on your stomach right now.’’ She did was she was told and she laid on the cold table, Hannibal spanked her ass harshly, she wasn’t expecting that so she screamed. He caressed where he spanked and he spanked her again and again. ‘’That’s fucking right, scream.’’ Hannibal loved controlling everything around him and he found was glad he found Y/N, that pretty girl in white dress at that museum was a freak and he loved it. He grabbed both of her ass cheeks and entered her fully, she was so wet he had to wait for a second to control himself and gave her a time to adjust to his size, he was big. ‘’Do you want me to move love?’’ He asked because consent is the key. ‘’Yes please.’’ He pulled out completely and slammed back in, the things on his table were moving and falling to the floor, he could hear her moans and small cries, one of his hand went to her hair and didn’t let go. She was under his spell and she fucking liked it, it had been a while since she had sex with someone and Hannibal knew his stuff, she loved being controlled and he was doing that just fine, he was big so at first she was a little bit uncomfortable but later she was moaning his name like a prayer. She was holding the edge of the table, Hannibal pulled her towards him to give her a kiss while he was fucking her, what drove her insane was that he caressed her hair several times and called her beautiful, gorgeous, and good girl. ‘’You are my good girl now.’’ He said panting, she was close he could feel it and he played with her clitoris to let her cum and she came, her legs were shaking and she was moaning, he felt her milking his member so he followed her. Together they saw the stars and galaxies. He wiped her tears away, 

‘’Shh, I got you princess.’’ 

Together they created a new path for themselves and they were eager to see what was waiting for them at the end. 

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Shattered Pieces

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Genre: Romance. Smut in the future. Angst.

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

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

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 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

A/n; Hi my little doves, sorry i kept you waiting because i had my uncle and his family over from Germany and we spent quality time and also im working and my work is crazy lately but here i am. Love you all xx (sorry for any typos)

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Chapter Eight ‘’Newly Weds''

She had to admit the food was delicious, she was aware that the meat dishes were exactly the way she prefered it, but she had no appetite, the grand hall was packed, houses all around the galaxy came to her wedding, including her sister-in-law and best friend Irulan, their tables were close so she saw Irulan smiled at her warmly, maybe she was encouraging her or feeling pity, Y/N couldn’t read her face from afar. Various guests brought presents such as; ancient scripts, carpets made of spice, valuable stones to make jewelry.. after a while she lost count.

When it was time to dance Feyd-Rautha bolted to his feet with a stoic expression and extended his hand to his new bride, ‘’May I have this dance?’’ it wasn’t a question he was basically demanding and it was custom for bride and groom to start the dance, the entire galaxy knew it. ‘’Yes, my Lord.’’ She replied and held his warm hand, his fingers grasped her delicate hand, he led her to the obsidian dance floor, when he held her waist she felt a sudden rush to her chest like her blood just gathered there.

‘’Try to smile, everyone is watching us.’’ He said quietly, obviously caring for his reputation and his wife’s. She looked into his eyes first, he was an excellent dancer and she was in awe every time, his blue orbits made her feel like they were the only two people in the grand hall, she felt at ease and automatically the corners of her lips lifted up into a gentle smile, a smile that pleased Feyd deeply but he kept his composure.

Soon other couples joined them, she followed Feyd’s eyes to a couple dancing close to them and she turned to see the couple, Pyramus and his fiancé were dancing…

Y/N’s eyes couldn’t believe what she was witnessing, ‘’Aww, are you hurt little dove?’’ she turned to Feyd, his tone was mocking but his eyes held something else, she could see a storm brewing in those ocean eyes, ‘’He doesn’t interest me anymore.’’ She was telling the truth but in Feyd’s dark mind she was a liar. Feyd didn’t respond and kept guiding the dance however he could feel raw rage building in him. His mind which was led by his uncle for so long was doubting his wife’s reply;

‘’She is lying, isn’t she?’’

‘’One cannot forget someone they once held dear..’’

‘’Were they ever intimate with each other?’’

His twisted mind kept twirling into those dark thoughts but his perfectly chiseled face showed no evidence of it.

Y/N’s eyes watched the guests retrieve to their guest chambers one by one, it was almost dawn and she was tired, her feet were killing her but Feyd stood still like a champion, she wondered if he was tired as well but his composure promised otherwise, Y/N found herself admiring her husband for being strong and when she caught herself doing it she shook her weary head in disbelief.

‘’Congratulations again dear nephew.’’ Baron Vladimir approached in his elevated carriage, towering above them, ‘’Thank you uncle.’’ Feyd’s response was short, Y/N bowed to show respect, Reverend Mother was next to Baron in her black clothing, covered head to toe, ‘’I shall pray for the old gods and the new for your marriage to succeed.’’ She said her eyes only focused on Y/N, she understood Reverend Mother’s true intentions, after all Y/N was one of them and she was trained to read between the lines, Reverend Mother was basically saying that ‘’I’ll pray for you to survive and keep Harkonnens connected to the Bene Gesserit by blood’’ one way or another she had to produce heirs but her plan was to avoid it as much as she could. ‘’Thank you Reverend Mother.’’ She bowed to her as well.

The way to Feyd’s chambers were covered with white roses, it was a custom of the Harkonnes, when the celebration of marriage ends the bride and groom walk back to the groom’s chambers hand in hand among white flowers to consummate the marriage.

Y/N’s heart was beating at full speed, his hand was like a cage to her hand, the hall was so silent that she could her heart beat in her ears, she knew the way to his chambers since she had been occupying it for days. She turned to get a glance of Feyd, her husband… his stoic face made her even more uneasy, she never liked not knowing or not predicting someone’s actions.

When they reached to the black door Feyd let go of her hand to open the door, he walked in and extended his hand, she took his hand again and walked in and her skin froze when she heard the door close.

‘’Do I have to kill him for you to stop loving him?’’ was Feyd’s first words to Y/N since the dance, she knew something was wrong with him.

‘’Pardon me?’’ she turned to face him, they were in the bedroom section, the entire chambers living room, bathroom and bedroom were spotless and decorated with white roses, it smelled nice.

Staring down at her, Feyd’s eyes were dark and intense as he asked the question that had been weighing on his twisted mind  since the celebrations, ‘’Do you still love him even after he sold you off for spice?’’ his voice laced with a hint of jealousy and possessiveness. His gaze remained on her, not entirely convinced by her words earlier when she said that Pyramus didn’t interest her anymore, ‘’Then why does he still have an effect on you?!’’ he asked, his tone tinged with skepticism.

She couldn’t believe that she was being accused of this, ‘’Why would a man who sold me for spice could have an effect on me?!’’

Feyd smirked as her anger flared, relishing the fact that he had gotten under her skin. ‘’it’s a simple question little dove,’’ he said coolly, his lips slightly curled in a smug smile. The mention of her ex’s betrayal ignited a fire within him, fueling his own possessive instinct. ‘’Then why was he eyeing you so intently during our wedding?’’

His questioning made her roll her eyes, was he out of his mind? Well, it was Feyd so anything could be possible. ‘’You should ask him that my Lord!’’

Feyd’s irritation grew at her eye roll and insolent response. He couldn’t help but tighten his jaw in annoyance. ‘’I am asking you little dove.’’ He said firmly, he took a step closer, towering over her in an attempt to assert his dominance. ‘’Explain why he was staring at you like that.’’

Y/N was puzzled, how could she know? She didn’t move away from him, Feyd’s patience was wearing thin. He grabbed her chin forcefully, his grip not quite painful, but firm enough to make his intentions clear. ‘’Why can’t you just give me a straightforward answer? Do you enjoy testing my limits?’’ he growled, his eyes narrowing as he studied her face, searching for any hint of deception.

Y/N didn’t back away from his grip even though it was a bit painful, ‘’As I have said, I do not know anything about him anymore, I left him in my past and I shall not bring him to my present and my future.’’ She replied calmly but she could feel the tears forming at the corner of her pretty eyes, Feyd’s grip on her chin remained firm as he leaned in closer, his gaze unwavering as he continued to question her, ‘’Why should I believe you?’’ he asked, his tone sharp, ‘’You say you’ve left him in the past, but your actions contradict your words. I don’t buy it.’’

He was being unbelievably stubborn, was he threatened by Pyramus?

‘’I was on your side the entire time.’’ She protested, his fingers were digging in her jaw, he noticed the tears forming but remained unyielding, he took a step closer again, his body now mere inches away from her, his breath warm against her lips as he continued to probe, ‘’That might be true,’’ he admitted begrudgingly, ‘’but that doesn’t change the fact that I can sense the lingering connection between you two. Don’t try to deny it. I’m no blind.’’

Maybe he still had feelings for her but she had none left, ‘’I do not know how I can convince you but I don’t love him.’’

Feyd’s hand dropped to his side, she was free from his grasp, he didn’t say anything, didn’t have to because she could see that he was still questioning her with his eyes. He pulled out a pocket knife and moved to the bed, Y/N was watching his every move. He cut his palm and smeared the blood on the side she usually slept, before she could ask he spoke with a cold tone; ‘’In few hours maids will come to take our sheets to my uncle to show him that we have consummated our marriage.’’ He took of his clothes and threw them around, he wasn’t even looking at her side of the room. He was only in his undergarments and he got under the covers, ‘’You should scatter your clothes around the room and get some sleep.’’ His back was turned to her, Y/N did what she was told and with her lacy white undergarments she got under the covers and turned her back to him. Sleep came quicker than usual.

Feyd-Rautha was a lot of things but not a liar, after getting some sleep maids have entered their bedchambers to wake them up for the new day ahead and also to ‘’change the bed sheets’’ when they saw the blood Y/N noticed the small smiles they shared among themselves, her Bene Gesserit training told her that the servants were happy to have her as their new lady. Na-Baroness Y/N Harkonnen.

Breakfast was ready for them but Feyd ignored her and left their quarters to his study room to get some work done, he was a busy man and the house Harkonnen’s future depended on him.

While she was having her breakfast she announced; ‘’I would like to visit Giedi Prime’s orphanage.’’ Her request was an odd one, maids around the room couldn’t comprehend her request, ‘’Now that I am the Na-Baroness I represent my husband. I do not wish to busy his already occupied mind about charity work and other social details. I want to see the conditions of the orphanage and offer my help. Don’t let the workers there know that I shall visit.’’ As an Atreides born and raised ladies of her house tended to more social problems and handled them with perfection. Even though she didn’t wish to marry into Harkonnens now she had duties to fulfill, Reverend Mother’s words hanged in her weary mind, the old lady was right in a sense. Y/N had to survive no matter what and her plan was to gain the public’s affection. Show them what kind of a woman she was and how useful and helpful she could be.

Little spies of Feyd-Rautha whispered into his ear that Na-Baroness wished to visit the orphanage today, she ordered her maids to prepare bags filled with clothes, medicine, toys. Feyd found himself smiling when his spies left. He changed his plans for today and decided to join his wife.

Y/N was waiting for the ship to arrive and take her and her servants to the orphanage when she noticed her servants bowing to someone, it was a hot day and the black sun of Giedi Prime made everything look too shiny white and dark black. Her dress was simple, she wanted to give a nice impression and as her first day being Na-Baroness she had to be careful. A soft wind made the silk grey dress clung to her thighs, it was a modest one, she turned on the open field to see who was coming and saw him in all black head to toe.

‘’You thought I would let you leave the fortress on your own Na-Baroness?’’ his raspy voice was sarcastic yet held a truth to it, it was too dangerous outside for the royals to roam. ‘’As I have proven before I can hold my own but-‘’ she watched him stand next to her, his hands clasped on his lower stomach, he leaned in to hear her clearly and it made her aware once again about the height difference.

‘’I do appreciate it.’’ She finished looking up at him, he did something which surprised Y/N, he kissed her temple with his soft lips, placed his hand on the small of her back, his gesture made the servants stand there in disbelief, they have never witnessed their Na-Baron being gentle with someone, especially a woman…. Y/N noticed the glances the servants shared among each other but paid no mind. She let them whisper, if it meant that she could win the public by simple and soft gestures shared between her and her husband then she was happy to oblige. When the ship arrived Feyd held her hand and guided her inside.

The trip to the orphanage was calm, Y/N and Feyd shared a small room together, she was sitting by the small window, ‘’So,’’ she began watching the scenery before her eyes, nothing but buildings, roads and factories, at a distance she could see a forest but it was far. ‘’There is nothing wrong when you don’t dine with me but if I refuse…’’ she mentioned earlier today when he left without a word. Feyd was getting a drink, he froze with her questioning, didn’t except her to say something about it.

‘’I thought you don’t like my company, matter of fact,’’ he turned to her with a glass of wine in his palm, ‘’you said it yourself before.’’ He was teasing.

Her hands resting on her lap, she started to play with her fingers with uneasiness, ‘’I may have said something like that before.’’ She tried to hide her smirk but he saw.

‘’My Na-Baron, we have arrived.’’ A guard announced and Y/N took deep breaths before they left the ship together.

The sun again blocked her vision for few seconds when the doors of the ship opened, she forced her  eyes to stay open and get used to it. She felt his hand wrapping around her hand and together they got off the ship.

The orphanage was gigantic and white, pure white, the floors were marble with grey veins. When she looked around and found not a single tree or a bush, she thought that had to be changed.

‘’Na-Baron,’’ a man approached them like his life was at stake, he was a tall old man with a long beard and bald head, ‘’And Na-Baroness, congratulations. We pray for this union to bring prosperity and power to us.’’ He bowed, ‘’Thank you Ser.’’ Feyd-Rautha spoke with his formal manner, it was amazing to see him shift that quickly. ‘’If we had known that you were visiting we would have been ready for you.’’ He seemed embarrassed, ‘’Please,’’ she spoke with a soft tone, ‘’Do not fret. I am here to see the conditions of the children who live here and we have brought clothes, medicine and toys for them. May we see inside?’’

The old man was startled by her soft spoken nature, ‘’Of course my Na-Baroness.’’ He bowed again and led them inside.

The walls were grey marble, there was no vibrant colors for children to see and it broke her heart. In a way Y/N was an orphan, being apart from her actual parents and staying somewhere that wasn’t home… Feyd noticed the sudden shift in his wife, her hand went to her chest in a troubled manner, ‘’Are you feeling unwell.. wife?’’ just like her Feyd was also getting used to being married and having a wife. Y/N turned to smile kindly, ‘’I am fine Na-Baron, thank you.’’ She replied shortly, Feyd didn’t pressured her to explain but he made a mental note to observe her closely. Y/N noticed the looks she got from children around her, they watched her walk gracefully in awe, everyone knew the yesterday’s grand wedding and ever citizen wanted to see the Na-Baroness up close. She smiled and bowed her head slightly to the children and watched them blush and avert their afraid gaze to somewhere and look back at her again. As a Bene Gesserit her mission was to make the citizens of Giedi Prime follow the Sisterhood’s prophecies and laws but as Y/N her mission was to win their favor and show them kindness.

Together they looked at the children’s bedrooms, toilet chambers and common rooms for hang out and eating. The building was old thus the furniture and plumbing system as well. Y/N, clearly was aware that everyone was watching her, held her husband’s arm in a loving manner and spoke ‘’My dear, we should renovate this institute in our name so that children here can have the newest technology and luxuries to succeed.’’ Her plan was to move the Baron and Rabban aside and make her name and Feyd’s name more popular among the people. ‘’Such an excellent idea dear.’’ He agreed, it made her eyes shine in hope which he noticed and felt a strange sensation at his chest, the symptom was heart attack but it was impossible. Then what was it? He didn’t linger on it.

Y/N personally gave the children boxes of toys, she talked to them, listened to their dreams and Feyd found himself watching her while he was talking to the workers. His eyes were on her, she was such a natural at being kind and nurturing that he was in awe of it, all his life he was shown nothing but brutality, fight, and blood. Women in his life before were trained to be an accessory in his life style, however Y/N was the opposite and she never tried to fit in, it seemed like she had a mission and she was following it like the paper ship on a lake, flowing in the water’s direction swiftly.

It was getting dark when their work was done, they said their goodbyes and got on the ship to return to the fortress. Not knowing what was waiting for them.

The ride to the fortress was calm one, they sat in comfortable silence, she could feel his eyes every once in a while, thanks to her trainings she could sense if someone was watching her. The question she was pondering on since last night came to her again ‘’Why didn’t he sleep with me last night?’’ It was their wedding night and ever since she was brought here he seemed eager to have her and when it came to it he stayed distant, his action last night left her in disbelief. He literally cut his palm and rubbed the blood on their sheets to trick the Baron and the rest of Giedi Prime but why?

‘’Last night,’’ she found herself speak, Feyd was sitting next to her and she caught his attention, ‘’Yes?’’ his raspy voice brought her to reality, she changed her mind. ‘’Never mind.’’

As soon as they landed a servant came to collect them, said it was urgent and the Baron requested their presence. She followed Feyd, he was holding her hand, guiding her.

Baron was waiting for them at the strategy room, every house had a room like this one to have meetings for war, spice etc. Baron, as always was in his floating device, ‘’Greetings young couple.’’ His voice didn’t match his words, ‘’Hello uncle.’’ He let go of her hand, didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N. She watched Baron witnessed it and smile with victory, she was good at reading expressions.

‘’There is trouble in Arrakis, Rabban is messing up the whole spice production,’’ Baron began, ‘’you have to take his place and deal with Fremen rebels.’’ He was newlywed and Baron didn’t even hesitate to give him an onerous  mission ‘’Me and my wife shall get ready in an hour and-‘’ his speech was cut off, ‘’This matter only concerns you Feyd. Na-Baroness shall stay here and wait for your return. You have consummated the marriage, I’m sure when you come back you will hold your first born.’’

Y/N froze in her state. She was going to be here all alone, Feyd was refusing to look at her because if he did he would slice his uncle’s throat.

The walk back to their chambers was slow and quiet, their fingers brushed and left stingy sensation, when Feyd closed the door behind him the realization hit Y/N. According to Baron, Feyd was suppose to be gone for 9 months maybe more.. she turned to him and his expression broke her heart. He looked like that little boy she met years ago, alone and afraid. ‘’I don’t want to leave you.’’ He confessed which made her throat clench itself in agony, he looked away for a moment, contemplating something in his mind and he cursed under his breath and closed the distance between them, their lips met in passion.

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