Hi, I Don't Know If You Are Still Taking Request, But I Have An Idea And I Would Love To Read, Were Hannibal

i'm aching for feyd rautha x fremen reader!!! perhaps soulmate situation where feyd has dreams about reader and is UTTERLY OBSESSED (please i yearn) ((im so normal about feyd rautha)) also pls drink water and its no rush :))

A/n; HIIIII! This is my first Feyd-Rautha fanfic so go easy on me. Thank you so much for this request, not me giggling and blushing as i was writing this. English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry for any typos.

Words; 5.315K (wow i out did myself lol)

Warnings; War, killing, abduction

He was running, he could feel the rain on his face but he kept running. Moist sand and wet mélange filled his nostrils, the damp sand stuck to his heavy boots, the sound they made was similar to walking on the fresh snow. He never thought he could smell things in his dreams, ‘’Find me.’’  A woman’s soft voice echoed in his ears, ‘’I dare you.’’ And there she was, standing in her stillsuit, hair long and wet, over the years her face was getting more and more clear. Before Feyd could reach and grab her he woke up. He was sweating and he wasn’t in Arrakis, he was in Giedi Prime, House Harkonnen. He could feel the cold satin of his sheets, ‘’Who are you?’’ he whispered into thin air, nothing moved or made a sound. His room was dark, as usual. He rose to his feet and walked to the large glass, his side of the castle over looked the volcanic wasteland that was Giedi Prime, heavly industrialized, low photosynthesis. Harkonnen’s kept the original forests but other than that everything was stone and building.

Feyd-Rautha was a rational man when it comes to these things, however, he kept having these dreams since he was a child. In his dreams he was either in his home planet or Arrakis, he wasn’t alone. The girl in his dreams had always been distant, over the years the girl kept coming closer and closer. Last few months he could see her face clearly. She was a beauty, none of his concubines could match it. Sometimes they would sit in silence or he would chase her… he was going to lose his mind. He needed answers to these dreams, with the arrival of Reverend Mother Helen Mohiam he hoped to get those answers he was looking for. He ordered his men to keep the Reverend Mother at greeting room, when he got ready he left his chambers in a hasty manner. He was a man of action and he didn’t like waiting or making his guest wait, he had a reputation to keep.

Reverend Mother was seated at one of the metal chairs, covered in black clothing, she fitted the room, the castle of Harkonnen was mostly black and grey, servants and soldiers had to wear the same colors as well.

At first Reverend Mother had to test him to see if he was human or not, he followed her instructions and put his hand in a box, he had to endure the pain which was something he got used to and he even enjoyed getting hurt but this was something else. He could feel his hand burn and freeze at the same time, visions ran at a fast speed in his mind’s eyes. He was eager to prove himself so he didn’t flinch, he could feel sweat running down his face, Reverend Mother didn’t not react at all.

‘’You have passed the test.’’ She announced in a flat tone but he knew she was impressed.

‘’My turn.’’  He said which confused the old woman, he was kneeling for this test so he bolted to his feet and took a step back. Hands clasped at his back, he seemed intimidating in his black tunic and pants. His boots made him look much taller than others and he was already a tall man.

‘’What do you know about dreams?’’

‘’Tell me yours and I shall reveal the truth.’’ His eyes searched her face, which was difficult to see through her thin scarf, ‘’I-‘’ he started, ‘’I see.. her.’’ He was hesitant. Reverend Mother noticed the way he said ‘’her’’ this woman must be of importance. ‘’Go on.’’ Old age made her curious for gossip and she thought she was about hear the juiciest one, she didn’t know she was going to discover something larger. Larger than anyone on this Universe.

‘’I’m usually in Arrakis, it rains, and I see her. She speaks to me. She wants me to find her in the desert. I believe she is a Fremen.’’ He shortly explains, Reverend Mother leaned in, ‘’What does he say exactly?’’ Feyd felt naked before this old witch. ‘’ ‘Find me.’ She says, I could hear her in my mind. She wants us to unite.’’ There was a silence, his patience running thin, was he going insaner than usual or these dreams meant something?

‘’Arrakis… rain.. a girl…’’ he heard Reverend Mother whisper to herself, ‘’How long have you been having these dreams?’’ she asked, she was the one who suppose to give answers to him and yet she was questioning him. ‘’Since my childhood.’’ And with that Reverend Mother quickly stood up, which was quicker than expected, considering her age. ‘’I must speak to your uncle Baron Vladimir. Wait us here.’’ He had no choice now, the Pandora’s box was opened. He would rather fight in the arena than waiting here. He was pacing in the large room that had black marble floors, his boots made distinctive sound son the cold floor, his head turned to the doors of the room when they were opened by the servants, his uncle came floating, next to him Reverend Mother followed, Baron was ear to ear smiling, ‘’Hearing these news on your name day is nothing but fate.’’ The old man announced, it was true. Today was Feyd-Rautha’s name day and a ceremony was waiting for him later. ‘’Congratulations, Reverend Mother here says you’ll be the one who raise Harkonnen to its glory.’’ He said with his raspy voice, he seemed joyful even, well, a joy that fit him, cold and calculating. Feyd’s snake like neck moved in questioning, ‘’What about Rabban?’’ his brother Rabban was in Arrakis, ruling in the name of Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, mostly failing him and their family. ‘’He will be reassigned.’’ In their family this meant that it was his last chance, or he would be killed.

‘’Enjoy Arrakis.’’ A cunning smile made him look even more terrifying. He left them alone, Feyd was confused but also the idea of controlling spice made his body electric. ‘’To fulfill your destiny you have to find that Fremen and to secure your place you have to join your house with their kind. They shall be easier to control. I’m sure she is waiting for you to claim her.’’ Reverend Mother was testing the waters, she watched Feyd-Rautha’s expression change into predator mode after she spoke. Now it was a hunt for him and she knew that he won’t stop until he fulfilled his mission.

Feyd knew what Reverend Mother meant but to join with the barbarians?! His house’s reputation could be at stake. He was a psychotic killer but he had rules. He will not tolerate anything that might humiliate his family name. he didn’t want to think further about this so he found himself marching to the arena. After the games he was suppose to have his ceremony and be shipped to Arrakis, his new home.

His ‘’ascending’’ to the title of ‘’Na-Baron’’ was well organized. Rabban lost his rank so it was his time to shine, bring glory and fame to his name and his house. Among the loud cries and applauses Baron Vladimir held his nephew’s face in his sweaty palms and whispered into his ears, ‘’Do not fail me son.’’ It wasn’t coming from affection, it was a threat. He knew his missions;

‘’Control Rabban,

Take over the spice production and multiply the income,

Fulfill what Reverend Mother said.’’

First two were easy…

That night he was shipped to Arrakis with an army and his most loyaly men. As soon as he landed he had one thing in mind, ‘’make Rabban pay for his foolishness’’, ‘’My Na-Baron,’’ servants greeted him outside the castle of Arrakis, hot sun hit his face, he could smell the mélange. ‘’Lord Rabban is waiting for you.’’ As she walked to the Coordination Chambers he watched servants bow in fear and respect. He liked what he saw. Without waiting for servants to open the door for him he barged in. ‘’Rabban!’’ he yelled in animalistic anger. No one noticed the was Rabban flinched but him. ‘’You have humiliated our house,’’ he took a step towards him, ‘’you have humiliated me.’’ And another step. ‘’Kiss my foot.’’ He said cautiously, waiting for Rabban’s reaction and since none came Feyd pushed Rabban to the floor, ‘’Kiss or die.’’ Rabban  had no choice but to give in.

Following days were easy. Fremens didn’t know the change in command so first attack was successful. Spice production was slow but promising. Other houses started to send gifts and letters to him to gain his favor. ‘’He who controls the spice controls the entire galaxy.’’ his uncle used to say to him as a child and he was right.

Weeks passed and every time he launched an attack he was also at the front with his men. Main reason was his thirst for blood and gore, however a side of him was looking for something or rather someone. Ever since his arrival his dreams became more frequent and vivid.

The girl kept saying ‘’You’re close.’’

She must be near he could feel it, but among thousands of Fremen girls how was he suppose to find her?

Whenever they attacked he ordered his men to gather Fremen girls who were close to his age, after capturing them he would look at their faces and try to find her but his research was in vain, or so he thought.

Months passed, he was growing restless and Fremen knew how to fight. Disputes were bringing imbalance to the realm. He was refusing to sleep due to the fact that you were in his dreams and he was making plans, growing tactics to find you.  Also he didn’t have much time since the Padishah Emperor Shaddam sent him a letter;

‘’Find what you are looking for and bring stability.’’

It was a direct order otherwise he knew that Padishah Emperor would sent his soldiers, Sardaukars to take over what he had established so far.

After that letter his attacks grew more persistent.

‘’Na-Baron, Prisoners are here.’’ Without changing his blood dripping battle suit he marched to the room where the prisoners were kept. They were all on their knees, hands tied behind their backs. ‘’How many?’’ he asked to his general, removing his leather gloves, ‘’20 my Na-Baron.’’

Sleepless night had a toll on him, he was more on the edge than usual. It was going to be almost a year since he came to Arrakis. Fighting with Fremens put the spice production at risk and he couldn’t have that. ‘’I am looking for someone.’’ He began, Fremens knew by now that he was looking for a girl, old Fremens believed that it was a part of a prophecy long forgotten, most of the young ones thought it was a Benne Gesserit tactic to control them.

‘’Eyes up!’’ he yelled, and they looked up to meet his vicious gaze, at the corner one of the girls looked up and immediately lowered her gaze. ‘’You!’’ he pointed to the girl, ‘’Bring her to me.’’ He ordered and two of his men dragged her to him. His pale hand held her face to look deeply but it was false alarm, it wasn’t her. ‘’Why did she move her eyes though?’’ he thought. She seemed like she was holding something… information? Maybe.

‘’It seems like you know me.’’ He said quietly, ‘’I don’t know you.’’ He northerner accent filled his ears. Her voice was shaking and her fear gave it away, ‘’Ohh,’’ Feyd-Rautha loved to see fear in people’s eyes. ‘’You and I, we’re going to have a talk.’’ He moved his head slightly to the left and his men took the girl to a questioning room. Others moved in their places with an uneasy manner.

Feyd didn’t want to waste no time so he followed his men to the room. Inside the castle was kept at a mild temperature, outside was hell. He never thought he could get used to the heat but he adapted.

Feyd watched his men chain the girl to a metal chair and also watched the scared girl observe the room. Brown walls and floors were covered in blood, there were human parts here and there. ‘’What are you going to do to me?’’ she asked trying to stay calm. He wasn’t in the mood for torture since he just came from a battle, ‘’Nothing if you aid and abet. You might even have a luxurious life for your family in the city.’’ Rich Fremens lived in the city. He was actually being honest, she could tell. ‘’Tell me what do you know.’’ If one looked closer it could be seen that he was tired, after all he was human and human beings had their limits. ‘’Promise you won’t hurt her.’’

With the mention of you, his posture got straighter, ‘’I don’t intend to.’’

‘’And promise you let those women go to their homes.’’ Feyd felt generous today, ‘’Set them free.’’ He ordered which shocked his men, ‘’But my Na-Baron,’’ his solider’s sentence cut short since Feyd cut his throat. ‘’You heard me.’’ He warned his other soldiers. ‘’Now,’’ he looked at her, ‘’your turn.’’

The girl seemed cautious. ‘’I… I think I know who you’re looking for.’’ She started, ‘’I have a friend, since childhood. She keeps telling me her dreams of a man.. description fits you perfectly.’’ She finished as if an invisible burden lifted off of her shoulders. ‘’She is a respected soldier’s daughter, they live in a secluded cave, well guarded. It won’t be easy.’’ Feyd smiled in anticipation,

‘’I don’t want easy.’’

The girl gave the exact coordinates, as he was leaving he stopped in his tracks, ‘’What’s her name?’’

‘’Y/N.’’

He rested during the day, he wanted to attack to their Sietch when its late night. ‘’Y/N…’’ he whispered like praying to Gods. ‘’A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.’’

The sietch was in deep desert but his men were perfectly prepared. He positioned his men at the exists and entrances of the sietch.

They blasted the stone walls which were doors, Fremen knew how to be one with the desert. Fremen were ambushed, they didn’t expect the attack but they were brave, sietch was big with multiple floors. Since Y/N was a well respected soldier’s daughter she must be upstairs with other higher ranks. He moved past everyone, climbing the stone stairs, screams were music to his ears. He pushed and kicked everyone who was on his way. Upstairs the rooms had thin green curtains that were see-through. He didn’t bother with crying children and their mothers, his one and only mission was to find Y/N and leave with her. As he was walking carefully on the long hall which had rooms on his left and right he felt a presence at his back. His blade crashed with another. The woman was in her stillsuit just like others, her face and hair covered with a dirty beige scarf, only eyes could be seen. ‘’Move out of my way girl and you will live.’’ When the girl heard his voice he noticed the hand she was holding the blade go soft for a split second but gained strength once again.

Feyd’s suit was specifically designed for him, head to toe he was dipped in jet black, a mask covering his face yet his eyes were there like dark diamonds. Shining with thirst. She didn’t say anything and made her move. She was passionate, it didn’t go unnoticed by him, maybe she had a thirst for blood just like him. Feyd stepped back and her crysknife licked the air. ‘’I gave you chance.’’ Feyd said before he launched at her, he was swift but the girl answered every stroke. ‘’You are good…’’ he was out of breath, her stance was weak, ‘’but not that good.’’ And they danced. Feyd made her trip, Fremen girl wasn’t even making a sound while attacking, she was like the desert, silent. Her moves made him think of swans, elegant yet bold. Feyd could feel that tonight he was going to satisfy his need for blood. 

Fremen girl threw sand to his face to get advantage because she was unstable, ‘’Unfair.’’ She heard him say. He rubbed his eyes and had to remove his mask. She saw him under the orange glowglobe, her knife dropped and ran to the opposite direction.

Feyd-Rautha wasn’t a stupid man. This action of hers gave her true identity. Like a predator he began the chase, it was thrilling. It wasn’t easy to spot her among Fremens who wear the same colored suits but it made the chase more fun. Something in him told him to go to the nearest exit and he did.

He had fewer men outside since most of the action was inside the sietch, the sand was covered in blood and his man laying stiff on the ground. One of his men lost his weapon, maybe she took it?

He closed his eyes to listen to the desert, he could hear swift motions, he followed where the sound coming from, there were large rocks to his left and he moved. Someone jumped at him behind the rocks, he fell to the ground, smell of spice made him a bit dizzy but he composed himself quickly. Two small hands grabbed his throat, sitting on top of him. She was screaming in ecstasy, maybe she never killed someone and she thought this was going to be her first. Feyd thought it was cute that she thinks she could kill him. With all of his strength he moved to his side dragging her along with him. Now she was laying on the ground, with one of his hand he pinned her hands above her head, he didn’t forget to give all of his weight to make her stay put, her legs wrapped around his waist. With his other hand he found his knife and cut her scarf. Her pure face revealed under Arrakis’s two glowing moons. His animalistic smile grew, ‘’Found you.’’ She was struggling to get away, like an animal trapped in a cage. ‘’Sleep tight.’’ And he injected a sedative, in seconds her shiny eyes closed.

Arrakis has woken up to a new day, a new era one might say. Na-Baron was energetic, he woke up to a letter from Reverend Mother; ‘’Now that you got what you came for it won’t be hard to continue.’’

It was a simple message for an ordinary man’s eyes yet Feyd-Rautha wasn’t an ordinary man. It meant that ‘’Bring stability by uniting his house with the Fremens.’’ Last night’s events showed that he needed much time to break her to his liking. He had so many questions to ask her…

After a really long time Feyd had a boyish excitement. He was having his breakfast eagerly in his bed chambers when his door knocked and his Mentat walked in. ‘’How is she?’’ he asked eating his beef. ‘’My Na-Baron, she is creating chaos. Unstable.’’ He chuckled, sucked the juice off of his thumb, ‘’Take me to her.’’

She was kept in a guest room, probably biggest room she had ever had the luxury of staying, his Mentat went in first and Na-Baron heard the immediate screams from her, he also heard some metal clinging and barged in. She was chained at the end of the room, her hands and neck. ‘’What is the meaning of this?!’’ he yelled to his Mentat, ‘’Why is my bride chained to a wall?!’’ he could feel the rage in his veins. ‘’My Na-Baron, she is aggressive and killed a servant. We had no choice.’’

‘’Leave us.’’

When the door closed a thick silence occupied the room. She was standing in her stillsuit, hair a mess, and anger in her pretty eyes, eyes that were so familiar to him. He slowly approached, watched her move to the opposite direction, as he got close he could see the red marks on her wrists and neck. He came to a stop at a white line on the floor, his Mentat must have painted it.

‘’I’m not going to hurt you little dove.’’ His voice was calm which puzzled her, he was yelling at his Mentat seconds ago. His raspy tone which was inherited in his bloodline made her take a step back. ‘’Are you hungry?’’ she was shocked at his questioning. She only nodded, ‘’If you promise to not attack my servants they will bathe you and give you clean clothes, later you can have a fulfilling meal.’’ He tilted his head, his sharp jaw pointed like a blade, ‘’How does that sound?’’ Feyd could tell that she was tired and strangers made her uneasy, Fremens were a close-knit community, didn’t like strangers but they weren’t strangers, they haven’t been for a long time. Even though she didn’t let her guard down he could feel that she was less tense. ‘’I will be back.’’

After an hour or so Feyd was informed that she didn’t attack anyone, let the maids bathe her and dress her. Now she was eating, perfect timing.

Feyd-Rautha checked himself on the mirror, he had sleeveless black tunic and black pants, black boots. As usual. He left his chambers to visit her.

He opened the guest room door to see her eating, two maids waiting at her back. Y/N stopped eating when she saw her. She had a dark purple dress, showing her elegant shoulders, as he cautiously approached she smelled like a garden of roses, her hair brushed and braided. ‘’Leave us.’’ His eyes never leaving her. As the maids were leaving he didn’t forget to press the button on his chest, he had an invisible shield. Just in case.

‘’Please,’’ he said ‘’continue.’’ He sat next to her, grabbed an apple from the fruit basket. In the menu there was red wine, cooked fish and fruit. ‘’I’ve chosen the menu for you, is it to your liking?’’ she took a sip from her wine to clean her throat, half of the fish was eaten already. ‘’What is this?’’ she pointed at the fish, this was the first time Feyd heard her in real life. He had a victorious smile which Y/N found it odd. ‘’Fish. Have you ever seen a live one before?’’

‘’No.’’

‘’They live in the sea, lakes, rivers…’’ he stood up to move close to the wall to wall window, ‘’Imagine this desert filled with water. In that water animals like fish lives.’’ He turned to see her reaction, her eyes shone interest, ‘’I’m going to take you to planets that have sea.’’ He was speaking more to himself.

‘’What do you want?’’ she asked harshly, ‘’I want you.’’

Fremens were up front about their thoughts and feelings but seeing an outsider being that way shocked her. ‘’We have the same dreams since childhood. Am I mistaken?’’ he had to be sure. She nodded, ‘’Don’t you think this is.. fate?’’ yes, she was having the same dreams of him, last night when she saw his face her body was in fight or flight and she choose flight. All she wanted to do right now get the knife from the table and jab it to his pale neck, she thought nothing was stopping her so slowly her left hand went to the table, Feyd’s back was turn but he had pointy ears. She jumped from her seat to his back, like a monkey but an invisible energy was pushing the knife from his neck. Feyd’s laughter echoed in the room and with one move he pulled her from his back and made her stand in front of him, holding her hands behind her back, now they were glued. This was the first time they were this close without war gear, he could feel her breasts pressing his chest, up close she noticed how smooth his arms were, and how masculine he was. ‘’I didn’t expect the least from you.’’ He said smiling, he was mad, that’s for sure. She lost her temper.

‘’You murdered my kin! You killed my family, my friends! I would rather die!’’ the fire in her eyes intrigued him. Her eyes were getting blurry, she was fighting to escape but his grip was strong.

‘’If they gave me the spice willingly none of this would happen.’’ He said with a serious tone, ‘’Let go of me!’’ she screamed, ‘’I would rather be eaten by Shai Hulud than be your bride!’’ she was crying now, her vision was blurry and Feyd let her go. Y/N’s tired arms which held bruises from last night hitting his chest, ‘’I have no one-‘’ she was having an attack, ‘’because of you-‘’ Feyd felt a lump in his throat, it was strange to him, he never thought he would feel sadness but here he was. He achieved everything he ever wanted but why did he have a bitter taste in his mouth?

She was shaking violently, Feyd held her, the reality of the situation hit her like a sand storm. People that she called family were gone by the hands of this man who was holding her so delicately…

These hands that were brushing her hair committed atrocities…

Months of hiding and fighting made her fall to her knees, she lost to the outsider.

‘’You have me now.’’ She heard the Na-Baron say, ‘’Shh,’’ she felt his plump lips on her hair, ‘’you have me little dove.’’ Her body gave in and she fainted.

‘’It was a seizure due to stress my Na-Baron.’’ Feyd-Rautha was by her side, she was sleeping, when Mentat left he found himself holding her hand and climbing to bed. ‘’What if this doesn’t work out?’’

The pressure of keeping his family name at its glory kicked in. Feyd lived his life to be the perfect Harkonnen, could he loose it all?

Reverend Mother was suppose to come to Arrakis in a few days to see Y/N and question her, they only had few days to get to know each other. What would happen if Reverend Mother didn’t see Y/N as a right match for their breeding program? But the dreams… element of fate.. it was too much for him. He let his body relax next to Y/N’s, still holding her hand he fell asleep.

Y/N felt a presence next to her and her eyes opened immediately. It was night, and a glowglobe lit the room dimly, the night was silent. To her left she saw him, sleeping peacefully, her hand in his, she wondered how could someone commit murder day and night and then sleep like this. No care in the world, she thought, how wrong she was.

At first she thought her dreams to be simple imagination of children, later in life the dreams grew frequent. In her dreams she kept seeing him holding her hand and leading her to new planets, the first person she told about these dreams was her father who took her to an old lady, after having a mélange session the old woman started to scream ‘’So it’s written!’’ there was an old prophecy long forgotten, a Fremen girl was going to marry an outsider which would bring stability. For years her people had fought, hid in the shadows, she never believed the prophecy and moved on but her father and her close friend and that old woman believed religiously. She turned to observe him. He looked so pure she didn’t want to believe that this man was the man she fought back at home. ‘’Like what you see?’’ his raspy voice had amusement. She didn’t move or said nothing. He opened her blue eyes, his hand gently went up to trace the outlines of her face, ‘’Give me a chance to introduce myself.’’ And he kissed her hand, together they fallen asleep again.

The next morning they had breakfast in silence, ‘’I want to show you something today.’’ He announced and he took her to the garden inside the castle. Years ago his ancestors built a garden inside that well kept and full of flowers from different planets. Y/N had never seen these before, she read about plants because she was interested in them but seeing them in real life was something else. She found herself smelling every flower, Feyd noticed the huge smile on her face, they sat among the flowers, neither of them dared to utter a word. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, she was in awe of this place and Feyd was in awe of her. She looked divine in her orange dress, she looked positively care free.

All day they didn’t speak a word to each other, Feyd gave some orders, other than that he intend to keep the silence. In silence there was no rejection, no fighting. They had dinner together, and he watched her take off her clothes wear her night gown and lay on the bed. They were in his bed chambers so he also changed and went to bed. There was a space between them which Feyd didn’t like. He was discovering new things about himself such as desire to have physical contact. Her back was turned to him, he came close and hugged her from behind, she didn’t move.

The days that followed were the same. Slowly Feyd started to give her information about his life here and there, she listened intently but her heart was with the desert. So many times Feyd caught her staring out the window, Y/N also made comments to things he said or shared memories of her past. She had to make a decision but she wasn’t in hurry since the Harkonnen’s and Fremens stopped fighting since she was captured. That night she felt the cold side of the bed and woke up, Feyd was gone, yes they slept in the same bed for days but nothing happened. She rose to her feet and fell on her knees, the castle was under attack. Sirens could be heard everywhere. Out the window she saw Fremens attack the castle, she found a knife from Feyd’s closet and left the room. The halls were packed with Harkonnen soldiers, marching outside to meet the attack and they had heavy machines, also their numbers higher than Fremens. She had to find him and put an end to this.

Bare foot she was running, they all seemed the same, pale skin and black suits. When Y/N saw his Mentat she ran to him, ‘’Where is he?!’’ she yelled, it was chaos, chaose everywhere. ‘’My lady you shouldn’t be outside.’’ She didn’t care, ‘’Where is he?!’’ she demanded. ‘’At the entrance, greeting the Fremens.’’ And she ran. Mentat was right he was fighting and killing her kin, he was a skilled killing machine.  ‘’FEYD!’’ she screamed at the top of her lungs. Fremens that knew her stopped in their tracks, shocked to see her in a luxurious night gown, they were here to collect her. ‘’FEYD!’’ the Fremen he was fighting stopped when he saw her and it made Feyd stop too, among dust and falling men he turned to face her. He was covered in blood, holding knives in both of his hands, he slashed open the Fremen’s throat and walked to her. She could feel her blood run cold.

‘’How could you?!’’ she attacked, Feyd immediately held her hand that was holding the knife, her knife dropped.

‘’Mary me!’’ he screamed, ‘’Mary me and I’ll stop the war.’’

Y/N looked around, watching her people fall to the sand and lose it was too much to bear, it was high time someone put an end to this and if it was her then she had to fulfill her destiny.

She said nothing but held his face and kissed his plump lips.

Audacity

May i request a Hannibal x reader where the reader is Hannibal’s fiancée and Mason Verger being fascinated by them and he tried to win the reader away from Hannibal and can’t understand why the reader always turn him down? @iamcavainna​

A/N: Thank you for this request. Sorry for any typos. ❤️

Hannibal Lecter x Female Reader

One Shot! 

Warnings; None.

Mason Verger was on his way to get a therapy session from Doctor Hannibal Lecter, his sister Margot Verger forced him to do it. They never had a healthy sibling relationship, he knew that but till this time he never considered therapy. It was a cold Baltimore day, he wore his black leather before he left his car, told his driver to park the car and wait until his session ends. He was a man who though himself a superior human being, he was raised as one, so he loved ordering people around. He sometimes didn’t consider others as humans, they were just slaves.

He climbed the stairs reluctantly, opened the door, walked the short hall and knocked the grey door. Hannibal Lecter opened the door and greeted him. ‘’Thank you for coming Mason.’’ Hannibal observed him, he had a white expensive suit, he had glasses and had a cocky smile on his lips. Mason Verger walked inside quickly like he was in a hurry. He took off his white jacket, walked to the couch and laid on it. Hannibal sat on the chair as usual, he didn’t like this man at all. ‘’Mason, please.’’ He pointed the chair in front of him, they started to talk.

‘’My sister loves me Doctor Lecter, she has to. And I am the soul Verger heir.’’ Mason said leaning back. ‘’Unless biology provides another.’’ Hannibal clapped back, as he observed Mason Verger was a rude man who never cared for anyone but himself, his parents raised him as a superior being and treated his sister Margot like she didn’t matter so Mason as growing up saw women as second class, objects that he can get and throw them away when he is bored.

As they were talking their session came to an end, they heard a soft knock on the door, Hannibal knew who was it so he opened the door with a smile. Hannibal Lecter’s fiancée Y/N Y/L/N.

Mason was wearing his jacket as he saw her, ‘’My my, what a beautiful piece.’’ He said winking at her. ‘’Mason, I would like you to meet my fiancée Y/N. Y/N this is Mason Verger.’’ They shook hands, Y/N was uncomfortable, he had a dark aura. ‘’Pleasure to meet you madam. I wish to see you again.’’ In order not to be rude Y/N kindly smiled and literally pulled her hand to free it, she took a short glance at Hannibal and she knew he was irritated. ‘’See you later Mason. Give Margot my regards.’’ And Mason left the room with a smirk on his lips.

‘’He looks like a rude man.’’ Y/N said as she put a bag on Hannibal’s study table. She brought lunch to him and wanted to spend some time with him, because of his work he had to spent all day at his office and he came home late all the time. ‘’Yes.’’ He said shortly, he was rarely angry so he kept his answers short, he didn’t like the way Mason looked at Y/N. ‘’I know what you do to rude people. What’s the plan?’’ She was pulling some plastic boxes and bread. He didn’t reply at first, brought red wine to the table. ‘’I haven’t decided yet.’’

 Y/N was decided to go out to clear her head, planning a wedding was stressful and Hannibal wanted everything to be perfect so she got a coffee and took a walk outside. There was a big park and since it was winter not many people were around.

‘’Miss Y/N?’’ She heard a man’s voice calling for her and turned her head to see, it was Hannibal’s patient Mason Verger. ‘’Mr. Verger, hi.’’ She regret going outside alone now. ‘’I saw you across the street and wanted to say hi.’’

He also had a coffee cup. He was clean shaven and his cold blue eyes seemed happy, he found his prey after all. Mason Verger had a servant who was following Y/N for days, and he got info about her, wanted to know what kind of a person she was. Mason usually dated women who were in his rich society, and those women threw themselves at him because he was rich and a respectable man in the society. Y/N seemed interesting to chase and caught, ‘’And please, you can call me Mason.’’ He continued. ‘’Okay.. Mason. I was just walking actually it’s getting late I should go back home.’’ She turned to leave, she got bad vibe from Mason, something was wrong with him. Mason grabbed her elbow, she felt her body froze. ‘’I actually would love to talk to you.’’ His voice was commanding and not in a good way. ‘’About what?’’ Y/N asked and took a sip from her coffee.

They were walking slowly and talking about his pig business and his sister Margot. Y/N and Margot met recently and she looked like a nice girl, nice girl with big sad eyes.

‘’So you and Hannibal.. wow.’’ He said like he was pissed. ‘’Yes. We are soon to be married, don’t worry Margot’s and your invitations are ready.’’

He rolled his blue eyes, ‘’Why him? You seem much younger than him and I think you deserve someone better and richer.’’

Y/N knew he was talking about himself, ‘’Hannibal and I,’’ she thought for a second, ‘’We understand each other on a deep level. We know things about each other that no one knows, he is my soul mate.’’

Mason touched his heart jokingly, ‘’Love birds hmm? I’m single by the way.’’ He was going for it. ‘’Margot mentioned that before, Mason.. you are looking for someone to breed with, you don’t understand love you just think like the pigs you own. I hope you can find someone who thinks the same way. I have to leave, good day.’’

Y/N was done with him and she left the park immediately, Mason watched her leave with a big smile, ‘’O she is smart.’’ He called his servant who was tracking Y/N for days. ‘’Don’t leave her out of your sight I’m not ready to give up just yet.’’

 Y/N walked inside the house with a tired sigh, Hannibal heard her sigh and walked out of kitchen to meet her. She walked fast towards him and kissed him deeply, ‘’What was that for?’’ he asked teasingly. ‘’Thank you for not being a man like fucking Mason Verger.’’ And she told Hannibal what happened today, Hannibal was holding her shoulders and gently rubbing them, ‘’I mean this a harassment, God knows what kind of a freak he is!’’ She looked at Hannibal and saw a curtain of shimmer, he had a plan. ‘’He overstepped his boundaries and he should be remained that you are to be my wife. You are off limits.’’ Even though his voice was calm and collective she could feel the fire which was burning inside his body. ‘’Finish him before we get married. I don’t want him to hit on me at our wedding day.’’

Hannibal Lecter just smiled and nodded.

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Hi I'm not sure if you're taking requests if not then please completely ignore this

If you are I was wondering how you think Hannibal Lecter might propose to his female s/o?

No Warnings!

A/N;Hi guys, hope you're having a great day. Enjoy this short imagine. Love you all.

Hannibal planned this trip  a year ago and  he scheduled everything  according to it. His patients, his work with the FBI. He seemed extra prepared for this trip which made you question him. You knew his character, he was always ready for anything but this time was different.

Analyzing people rubbed off on you from him, you’ve been together for 3 years now and living together for 2 years and obviously some of his personality traits made their way to you. You weren’t sure whether  you had affected him the way he did but this last year he was more settled and sometimes carefree. Of course those occasions were pretty rare, but it was fun to see him opening another bottle of wine after being tipsy or cancelling his work just for a get away with you.

When he made the last phone call about his work he was free. ‘’We won’t be bothered anymore, my love.’’ He kissed your temple and together you left your shared home to catch the flight.

Weather in Italy, Portofino was something you needed. Baltimore was too cold for you. He rented a villa up the hills, overlooking the entire town, sea, forests, buildings. The view made you feel you belong to Portofino, maybe one day you’ll live here with him.

You were on the balcony, being in awe of the sight before you while Hannibal was being in awe of you, he hugged you from behind, kissed the tip of your ear. You giggled like a child, he loved that about you, admired your nurturing, yet, carefree spirit. He was aware that together you were in the perfect balance.

Hi hands went to your stomach, he imagined you carrying his child. Before you, he never imagined having someone in his life, of course he had some people that he saw time to time bur being in a committed relationship was something he never dared to dream. The sun was setting, he made you turned and looked at his deep maroon eyes.

He planned everything and it was time,

‘’My dearest, 3 years ago today was the first time that I saw you. You were drinking your coffee, just the way you like, and reading your book.’’

You smiled, you were reading ‘’A Philosophy of Walking’’ by Frédéric Gros, he made a comment about it, thus, you started talking about great philosophers for 2 maybe 3 hours.

‘’But we were so caught off guard by our instant chemistry that you left without bestowing me nothing but your elegant name. Thanks to my connections with the FBI, I found you.’’

You remembered the big bouquet of flowers on your work desk after a day, how scared you were…

Soon you’ve come to realize that Hannibal Lecter, even though he was the epitome of the modern gentlemen, deep down he was a hunter. He lived to chase and catch, you gave him a chase which was worth the ride.

‘’I never want to let you go, what we have is real.’’ He let go of your hands to get a ring from his pocket. You could feel the tears of happiness forming, ‘’Be mine. Forever.’’ You kissed his lips, ‘’Yes,’’ you whispered, ‘’forever.’’

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Hey,

may I request a Hannibal soulmate au one-shot, where he has to touch his soulmate in order to see the world in colour. One day at the FBI headquaters Jack invites an FBI agent and friend from another state, to help with the case. While she‘s walking towards Jack she accidentaly brushes Hannibal and their world explodes in colour? After that he goes all out courting her

A/N Hi! Kept you waiting I knowww but I was going through a shitty break up. He did me dirty and he has to pay. Anyways enjoy! Love you all, im gonna be more consistent i promise.

Y/N got a ticket to Baltimore Maryland in a rush because her long time friend, the head of the FBI’s Maryland branch had requested her insights and expertise on the matter. There was a killer on the loose and he had already taken 3 lives. Jack wasn’t a man who usually would ask for help so if it came to that it means that the situation was getting out of control and it also means that if they can’t solve it soon the citizens of Maryland would protest, it would look bad on the FBI. She was thinking about these things as she was gazing around, she was used to seeing things in black and white, that’s what she was born with anyways so she wasn’t complaining. She had a can drive her to her hotel which FBI provided. After freshening up she decided to get few cups of coffee to make a good impression. There was a possibility that she might spend weeks with them. She remembered a café shop she used to go to so she called another cab and gave the address.

The café was the same which gave her comfort, she ordered 5 cups and as she was waiting she looked around her, couples drinking coffee together and eating dessert, if only she could see them in colors… over the years she had relationships but none of them were her soulmate of course they were nice but just nice nothing more. She was losing hope inside, maybe her soulmate had died before she could meet him, deep down she envied people who were in a soulmate bond, of course she had married friends and she could see that they were sorry for her which made her hate and detest this shoulmate bond, she found it useless and a myth. It had been years she stopped searching and she was having casual hook ups, just to satisfy her needs.  

‘’Thank you.’’ She smiled kindly to the barista and got the cup carrier and left the place, thankfully the driver waited for her to take her to the FBI quarters.

As she entered the building she was greeted by Alana Bloom, she had met Alana years ago and they never lost contact, ‘’I feel sorry to meet in such circumstances Y/N, but I’m glad you’re here.’’ She looked so professional every time Y/N saw her and it amazed her, Alana was a kind of woman who was always put together, professional and formal. Y/N just smiled and nodded at her comment, ‘’Here, I brought coffee.’’ Alana got one of the cups and drank as they got on the elevator, ‘’Hmm delicious.’’ They were making small conversation as the elevator door opened to Jack’s floor. ‘’How is he?’’ Y/N asked before entering the room, ‘’Pissed off.’’ She simply put it, just as Y/N thought. Alana opened the door to Jack’s office, he was placed on his black chair, in a suit. He had his colleagues he had mentioned in the email, Will Graham and Doctor Hannibal Lecter. They both stood up as they saw Elena and Y/N, ‘’Hi guys.’’ She greeted them, ‘’I brought coffee.’’

The one with the glasses she assumed Will huffed, ‘’I needed that.’’ And got his cup, extended one to  Jack, Doctor Lecter was a bit standing far so Y/N approached, ‘’Here you go.’’ She extended the cup, ‘’Thank you so much Ms. Y/L/N, I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter. It is a pleasure finally meeting you in flesh.’’ His smile was small, she noticed how formal he was and how dominant. As he raised his hand to get the cup from her their fingers lightly brushed and with that Y/N noticed the color of his eyes, deep maroon, and his brown suit, her eyes went wide in that moment, she felt something warm on her stomach, how was this possible? She could see colors after years of seeing everything and everyone black and white. That tiny moment felt like it lasted for eternity, they all heard Jack’s cough and turned to him, ‘’Thank you so much for coming Y/N, we appreciate you made time for us. Please take a seat.’’ At Jack’s kind words she was only able to nod and sit next to Doctor Lecter, the man who made her see colors. It was all so strange to her, did he experience the same thing or he could already see because his soulmate was someone else? It wasn’t easy to  read his face because he was good at putting on a mask, especially at work.

Jack Crawford gave everyone some files which consisted of pictures, addresses and analytics of medical examining of the victims. He then went on, explaining the whole situation but Y/N’s mind was somewhere else, this was the first time she couldn’t focus on her job which she loved.

The meeting lasted for 45 minutes, however for Hannibal it felt like a thousand years had past him by, he was startled by the sudden exchange of colors between him and Y/N, he wondered if she also experienced the same thing. During the meeting he had opportunity of observing her up close, thanks to his knowledge of the case he could just ignore Jack and completely deduce this young woman. She was wearing black pants, black high heels and a dark red turtle neck, she had light make up on, her hair was tied in an elegant way, she was sitting straight, her posture was one of the things he had noticed, he was a licensed psychiatrist so he could make a profile when he wanted to. She was definitely an independent woman who had to deal with a lot of things alone and yet she also had a certain femininity to her.

‘’Thank you for your time, you can contact me or any of my staff if you have any questions.’’ Jack’s last words were heard by everyone.

Hannibal Lecter was a man of calculation and then action, somehow he had to figure out if she had the same experience, ‘’Miss Y/N?’’ he found himself call out for her as she was about to leave, ‘’Yes doctor?’’ Y/N wanted to keep it professional, other members turned to them when they say them communicate, ‘’May we speak in private?’’ to his request she only nodded and walked up to him on the corridor, ‘’Tonight I am hosting a dinner party. Maybe Jack had mentioned before, I would love for you to join us.’’

She knew his dinner parties, they were famous. ‘’I would love to.’’ She responded in a calm and kindly manner, ‘’May I have your phone number so that I can send you my home address?’’ he asked, testing the waters. ‘’Of course.’’ And they exchanged numbers, ‘’See you tonight.’’ She smiled and turned to leave, Hannibal found himself watching her leave with a strange feeling hammering on his chest, it felt like a warm liquid.

It was 8.10, most of his guests arrived but his maroon eyes were searching for a particular dove, she reminded him of a pure white dove, elegant yet fragile. ‘’Looking for someone?’’ his fellow colleague Dr. Frederick Chilton snapped Hannibal from his thoughts, ‘’Frederick, thank you for coming.’’ And they started to make small talk when he saw her.

She walked in holding her head high, a tight black dress surrounding her divine body, her red lips made him bit his bottom lip.

‘’Excuse me Frederick.’’ He said without even looking at him and his legs moved to her, ‘’Good evening.’’ He announced himself, ‘’Hello doctor.’’ She smiled warmly and he felt the same thing on his chest again, ‘’Excuse me but I have to say, you look ravishing on that dress.’’ And he saw the pink blush covering her cheeks, ‘’Thank you.’’ She looked at him up and down, noticing his three piece expensive suit. ‘’You don’t look so bad.’’ She replied which earned her a wide smile from him, ‘’Please, join us.’’ He guided her, his hand on the small of her back.

He gracefully introduced her to his colleagues, together they ate and drank, she liked the sparkling conversations she had, she found herself wanting to join more of his dinner parties. She had time to observe him in his home, being a host and she like dhow assertive and dominant he was. He was in control of everything and did it so calmly that she wanted to spend more time with him. Now that she could see the colors, tonight was something special for her not knowing he felt the same way.

When the guests left Y/N found herself being the only one who is sitting next to her and drinking an old wine, having a conversation of art and literature. They didn’t have the same taste because Hannibal loved baroque she admired impressionism but they could see from each others’ point of view. His hand was on her knee as they laughed together and she could feel her stomach turning in an exciting way, ‘’Oh, I do apologies, I wouldn’t want to cross the line.’’ He pulled his hand back but Y/N did something she shocked herself… she held his hand and placed it back on her knee. Hannibal, in that moment he knew that she had the same feelings towards him.

‘’Be careful, once I hold.. I won’t let go.’’ Hannibal said with a dark tone, ‘’What if I don’t want you to let go.’’ She replied back. Looking under her eyes. He smiled wickedly and leaned in to give her a kiss.

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Jealous Kiss

“Jealous Kiss” with Hannibal Lecter, like someone dared to touch what’s his and he needs to mark his territory. @negans-attagirl​

Hannibal x Female Reader!

Drabble. Warnings; None. 

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

(gif isn’t mine)

Hannibal Lecter was having a dinner party with few of his friends because he wanted to introduce Y/N to them, you were his new partner. Even though things were new between you he wanted you to meet his close friends like Will, Alana and Jack. It was a sweet gesture and you helped Hannibal with dinner. Meeting his friends was a challenge to you because all of them were well accomplished people who were older than you and they were sophisticated people so at first you felt overwhelmed, however they made you feel like a close friend and Will kept making jokes to see you smile. He was a tall man with curly hair, a cute glasses and strange blue eyes, his eyes were so strange that the color was depending on the clothes he was wearing, she loved his eyes.

‘’So how did you guys meet?’’ Jack asked, they were in the living room, sipping the expensive wine and relaxing. Hannibal and Y/N were sitting close, his one arm extended at the back of the couch, ‘’We met at a museum in Italy. She was alone, looking at paintings and reading their story so I thought I should swoon her with my knowledge of art but she corrected my mistake. ‘’ It was true, Hannibal saw you in your cute summer dress, focused on the art before you and he wanted to approach to you, you were a smart girl and he was glad that your attractiveness matched your intellect. At first he though you were rude but later he noticed that you had a spoiled brat attitude, and he loved spoiling you, showering you in gold and glitter, gifts of diamonds, expensive dates, a new dress for a new event. He was a man who loved sharing his wealth and he was also a bit possessive but you didn’t mind. You decided to tell the rest of the story and felt Hannibal’s hand on your waist, he always did that when you had company, you knew he loved to show you off to his friends like a diamond ring, you were his queen and you also knew that when someone was giving you a strange look he would remain physical contact with you. Will Graham was checking you out ever since he walked into the house, not gonna lie you loved the attention but you were also scared of Hannibal, recently he revealed his dark past with you, -of course he didn’t tell everything- he was expecting you to leave and never come back but you decided to be on his side, maybe you were fucked up in the head but what he said, what he did excited you, he was a killer and he promised that he will kill for you, kill everyone on his way just to get a goodnight kiss from you and you felt loved, he was devoted to you.

‘’That’s sounds like a movie. Too good to be true.’’ Will said as he finished his drink, after an hour they decided to leave, they all bid farewell and Will Graham came to hug you, ‘’See you soon Y/N.’’ and then kissed your hand.

As soon as Hannibal closed the door he walked back to his living room to corner you between his body and a near wall. He grabbed your chin and kissed your red lips, it wasn’t a sweet kiss, you knew he was jealous and you let him take his anger out of you, you loved it when he bit your lip or slapped you during sex, he knew what you liked and what you didn’t like and he knew when to stop so he stepped back, his maroon eyes studying your face to see any discomfort, he found none, ‘’You are in big trouble princess.’’

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Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

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

Warnings:None.

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

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Chapter 11

It had been weeks since the awful news, Will Graham was sent to a criminally insane hospital, he was charged with God  knows how many murders. Y/N spent her days in her home, basically isolated herself from the outside world, not calling anyone, however Hannibal Lecter went to her home to bring her dinner every evening. He knew that she would skip meals and he wanted to support her, even though he was involved with Abigail's situation which Y/N didn't know anything about. Hannibal was careful with her becuse after years this was the first time he wanted to impress someone, make her see him and maybe love him deeply. Their relationship was on a thin ice but he was determined to make it work for both of them. 

''Why are you so kind to me?'' Y/N asked while sitting and observing the food he brought, he was at the end of the small kitchen table. ''Because I care about you darling.'' He said as he drank his red wine, ''I still can't believe she is gone.'' she whined and held her face in her hands, she wasn't crying anymore, all the agony and pain was burnt already, all she did was to stare at the walls of her house all day, she wasn't even taking care of her plants. Abigail's body wasn't found so it made her even angrier. ''I have an idea.'' Hannibal stood up and came close, ''Tomorrow come to my office, I can also be your therapist Y/N, if you allow me.'' she didn't know what to say, this man was also mourning the loss of Abigail but all he wanted was to take care of Y/N. As he saw the frown on her pretty face he spoke again, ''Think about it before you say no, please.''  his shiny brown eyes were on her Y/E/C ones, sometimes they could just connect and understand each other by just looking into one another's eyes. ''I will.'' It was a promise, he knew that, rest of the night they ate in silence, Hannibal stayed with her until she fell asleep, it was their new thing. Y/N was having nightmares and everynight she had trouble sleeping so Hannibal offered to stay until she slept, he was in the bed with her, her hand on his moving chest. She was drifted into dream land and he decided to leave, but as he was slowly getting up she held his hand unconsciously. ''Maybe I could stay a little bit longer.'' He thought for a second and decided to stay with her, it was calming him to listen her breathing steadily and before he knew he fell asleep. 

He had to wake up early and leave because he had a patient to see so he prepared a breakfast for her, left a note and took his things, he walked into her bedroom before he left. She was still sleeping, hair messy on her pillow, blanket covering her half naked body tightly. He remembered a poem;

“She walks in Beauty, like the night

Of cloudness climes and starry skies,

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes…”

it was written by Lord Byron, he inhaled sharply and had to leave because if he stayed longer he knew he would get back in bed to just watch her for hours. Y/N woke up and touched the empty side of the bed, it was cold. She opened her eyes, Hannibal was gone but his elegant parfume lingered in the air. She took a quick shower and walked to her kitchen, breakfast was ready and she found a note on the kitchen island. ''See you soon darling, hopefully today.''

She smiled to herself, she knew she had to go to therapy so it was pointless to avoid his offer. She sat and ate her delicious breakfast, later she dressed up, it felt good to do her make-up and hair, she missed this,  she missed going out. It was lunch time when she arrived at his office, Hannibal was escorting one of his patients and saw her sitting on a chair waiting him. He smiled at her, ''Please come in.'' she walked inside rather timidly, she was walking as his patient, not his partner. She sat on that grey couch, ''Are we really doing this?'' she asked carefully. ''I tried to treat Will, he was my friend and patient.'' the mention of Will Graham sent anger waves to her entire body, he saw that. He sat and took his notebook, ''Let's start with Will Graham shall we?'' he picked the pen, ''Tell me your honest thoughts of him.''

She had to think deeply first, ''I don't hate him for some reason, I know he is charged with the murder of my sister but.. what Jack told me was that he was sick at the time and now he is in good hands, getting medical and mental treatment. What I hate is that he denied me the closure.''

''What closure would that be?''

''He denied me the rights of burying my sister, I want my closure Doctor Lecter.'' She gave out a sarcastic laugh, the way she said ''Doctor Lecter.'' sent shivers to his spine. '' I feel like Antigone.'' Antigone was one of her favorites when it came to Greek tragedies. ''What if her body is getting eaten by vultures like Antigone's brother Polyneices?'' 

Hannibal took notes first, ''So in your story Creon is Will Graham, am I your Haemon?''

She blushed, ''Yes, I think so. However, they commited suicide, so I hope we won't end up like them.'' Y/N was playing with her nails,  nervous to talk about Abigail. He wanted to change the topic, ''Did the breakfast satisfied you?'' she touched her belly, ''Yes, everytime you prove yourself to be quite the chef.''

''You are mourning Y/N, it prevents you to take care of yourself and I want to help you, I want to ease your pain. I  do not wish to cross any boundaries but..'' he stopped for a second, she looked curious. ''I would like you to come and live with me, until you are fully recovered.'' Her jaw dropped, he was literally asking her to move in with him. ''Hannibal...'' She protested, the thing was that Y/N never liked to be a burden, ''I don't want you to answer now, just think about it carefully.'' his eyes met hers, he looked achingly vulnerable and loving all at once, obviously he wanted her to say yes but she had to figure it out on her own time. ''This would be a big step.'' Her smile was shy and sweet, different scenarios moving before her eyes, ''Why do I hesitate?'' was the first thought, she watched him take notes. ''How can someone be so elegant when he is doing just a simple task?'' She missed him throughout these last weeks, yes he was there to soothe her pain but he never touched her and never kissed her. He was a gentleman, she knew that and she was glad he didn't try to do anything fishy, it gave her hope. Hope of a better and clearer future.

After 2 days of thinking she agreed to move in with him, Alana helped her pack and move her belongings to Hannibal's house. She only took few books and 2 bags of clothing because the situation was temporary, Hannibal had already a spare key, and looked excited. ''I prepared the guest room for you'' He said holding her hand and guiding her, her room was on the same floor as his, he wanted to give her a personal space and she thanked him for it. It was a big room with a queen sized bed, a study table, the windows were facing his backyard, she would watch the snow flakes. The walls were blue, it gave a dark but calm ambiance, there was a fireplace too. She saw the big painting on the wall, a woman was on a bed, naked and she was looking directly to Y/N. In her left hand she was holding flowers, and her left hand was placed on her womanhood. 

''Venus of Urbino.'' Hannibal came to her and held her, her back as pressed to his firm chest and both of them were admiring the painting, ''Oil painting by Italian painter Titan. The woman is traditionally identified with the goddess Venus.  In this depiction, Titian has domesticated Venus by moving her to an indoor setting, engaging her with the viewer, and making her sensuality explicit; some even believe the figure is engaging in masturbation.'' He simply explained, it took her to the night where they talked about Leda and The Swan, ''She is beautiful.'' Y/N said, Hannibal turned her slowly to face him. 

''You are beautiful.'' His voice was husky and filled with need, desperation.

She was in his house for an hour and they were already talking like a married couple, and she felt like he was her home, constand and standing proud and tall. She couldn't help but gave him a long, deep kiss of londing and love. He missed the way they kissed, all emotions now were pured on their lips. ''Don't leave.'' He managed to say, out of breath, ''Don't leave.''  

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Coffee Shop

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

Warnings; None

Words; 1.125

A/N; Hi guys! Sorry for any typos, hope you have a wonderful day. The gif isn't mine. I'm loving the series so far, I hope to hear your thoughts. xxx

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(the gif is Tom's face while he is listening to you)

Chapter Five, the same day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 6

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

Words: 5. 143K

Warnings: War, fighting, weapons, kidnapping.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You found yourself giving each detail to her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fight

Reverend Mother and Feyd-Rautha’s agreement…

Everything came back to you like a running stream…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 ‘’My Lady’’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Reborn From Ashes

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

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader

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

Warnings: None. 

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Chapter 4

The Next Day

Y/N finally woke up from her sleep, suprisingly she slept like a baby, and she was energetic. She went out to get groceries because she had a man to impress with her cooking skills.

When she got back she cleaned the house and started to cook. It has been months since she cooked like this, she was busy with creamy chicken and gnocchi soup when she received a text.

Tom: Would you like me to bring wine, darling?

‘‘Why is he keep calling me darling?’‘ she never thought a simple text could make her smile but there she was grinning like a little girl.

Y/N: That would be great. :)

She panicked, it’s been a while since she served dinner so what if she makes a mess and blows it? 

‘‘Are you sure about this?’‘ the voices in her head appeared, ‘‘Does he even care bout your effort?’‘ she took a deep breath to calm herself, 

‘‘I am a big girl. I got this.’‘ When she was done with the soup she cooked lighter chicken parmesan, her mother thought her that recipe. The smell of the food brought back her childhood memories, she was looking outside of her kitchen window and watching the snow. Instead of going out and play she used to watch her mother cook. 

She took a warm shower, and picked a scarlet winter dress. It was showing a little bit of cleavage. She dressed up and texted Tom the directions and played a soft music from her old gramaphone. Her grandmother gave her the gramaphone before she passed away.

Y/N wandered inside her home to see if something was wrong, everything was perfect. She received another text.

Tom: I’ll be at your place in 10 min.

She quickly prepared the table in the living room, she heared a soft knock on herwhen she was done with the table. She looked at herself on the mirror before answering the door.

Tom was standing there like a mighty Greek god. He had a white sweater with black pants and his signature grey boots. He was holding a bottle of expensive wine and a boquet of red roses which matched her winter dress.

‘‘Welcome to my humble home Tom.’‘ he smiled at her sentence, it became their inside joke. She took the wine and the boquet ‘‘Thank you.’‘ she said shyly and put the roses in a vase in the living room.

‘‘Aren’t you giving me an apartment tour?’‘ he asked. All of a sudden she felt like she wasn’t enough, her home was too little and cheap compared to his. 

‘‘Y- yeah sure.’‘ she murmured and Tom understood that something was wrong, ‘‘Can I see your work room? I’m dying to see your paintings.’‘ it was true. He really wanted to see them but he also wanted to make her comfortable, even the mention of painting brought light to her Y/E/C eyes, and he was pleased to see it.

After walking the -not so long- hall she opened a door and hit the lights. ‘’This was the guest room but I have no guests to stay so I turned it into a work place.’’ she explained. Tom walked inside, the walls were covered with paintings, there was a stool in front of a canvas and there was a table which had paint tubes, brushes etc.

He slowly examined the paintings, his hands were in his pockets and he felt like he was at a museum of renaissance art. 

‘‘What do you think?’‘ she was curious to know the answer but also too afraid because her work was the only thing that kept her going no matter what.

He turned his ocean eyes to her, ‘’Stunning. Absolutely and unquestionably.’’ his eyes were fixed on her.

‘‘Is he talking about the paintings or... me?’‘ she thought. Her cheeks heated at his compliment, ‘’T- thank you.’’ Tom smiled sincerely, ‘’I mean it.’’ he said. She was looking at the ground, ‘’Can we go back to my living room before I die of shyness?!’’ they laughed and went inside.

He smelled the air, ‘’Delicious! Shall we eat?’’

Tom was pouring the wine and Y/N was serving the food when she noticed a band-aid on his thumb. ‘’What happened to your thumb?’’ she had a strong guess. ‘’Nothing. I’m fine.’’ she gently held his thumb and traced it with her finger, ‘’It happened beacuse of me, right?’’ she felt the guilt again.

‘‘Y/N-’‘ Tom held her hands, her hands were lost in his. ‘‘It wasn’t your fault. After you left I picked up the pieces and cut my thumb. It was an accident.’‘ he smiled kindly.

‘‘Why does he have to be perfect?’‘

They continued to eat, and talked about their day.

When they were done they settled on the couch, ‘’I want to play a game.’’ she said grinning. ‘’Oh no! You are smiling like a she devil.’’ he giggled.

‘‘Two thruths and a lie Hiddleston. The one who can’t find the lie will have to drink. Are you in?’‘ Tom thought carefully for a second, ‘‘I’m in. Bring it on darling.’‘

‘‘Well... I can play piano. I speak 3 languages and I can’t swim.’‘ she said innocently.

Tom put his long index finger to his thin lips. ‘’The lie is that you cannot swim.’’ he said finally. She pored wine to his cup, ‘’Drink up.’’ He was confused, ‘’What?’’ 

‘‘I can’t play piano Tom.’‘ he sighed exaggeratedly and took a huge sip. ‘‘Wait, what languages you speak?’’

‘‘Other than English I can speak Sindarin, Klingon, and German.’‘ she daid proudly, Tom started to laugh, ‘‘Oh my god! You have to teach me Sindarin. I have been fascinated by elves.’‘

‘‘ Be iest lin, Melethron nin.’‘ she said jokingly but Tom was surprised.

‘‘What does that mean?’‘ he asked. ‘‘As you wish my beloved.’‘ he had the instant red blush on his  porcelain cheeks.

‘‘It sounds notably sensual.’‘ this time Y/N blushed deep  red. ‘‘Yes it does, doesn’t it? Anyways, your turn.’‘ she quickly changed the subject.

‘‘I can play guitar. I can speak in Greek and I don’t have a Netflix account.’‘ 

Y/N was trying to read his well sculpted face.  His chiseled jaw made him look husky and she loved it. ‘’Don’t lie to me Hiddleston you do have a Netflic account.’’

‘‘Wow! Am I that obvious? Or are you good at reading people?’‘ 

She smiled proudly and watched him finish his cup. ‘’I’m good at reading people. I’m impressed that you can speak in Greek. Most people don’t understand the joy of knowing more than one language.’’ Tom’s thoughts were the exact same. 

This game continued untill they finished Y/N’s wine as well. ‘’Oh it’s pretty late.’’ said Tom looking at the clock in the living room. They were a little  tipsy.

‘‘Tom you shouldn’t drive. It’s late and as you can see-’‘ she pointed at the two empty bottles, ‘‘We’ve drank all of them.’‘

‘‘What are you suggesting?’‘ he asked, his speech was slow, his eyes focused on her Y/E/C and his pupils were blown wide. Their knees were brushing lightly when they move and this gave excitement to both of them.

‘‘You can stay here if you want. I don’t want you to drive, it’s too risky and I really don’t want to lose my companion of literature and fine wine.’‘ they giggled.

Tom was deep in thought, he wanted to accept her offer but as being a gentleman he was unsure.

‘‘You are too kind Y/N.’‘ he said looking really sad, ‘‘I mean it Tom, please stay here. Tonight.’‘ she shocked herself, when did she became this bold?

He sighed heavily and got up -almost falling down- he was afraid. Afraid that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself if he stayed. It was obvious that she was a fragile state in her life and he didn’t want to hurt her. 

‘‘I can’t do this. I don’t want to break the trust which is still bonding between us. She probably considers me as a friend anyway.’‘ He thought sadly.

He called a cab. ‘’Are you sure?’’ she asked, ‘’Yes. I don’t want to cause you any trouble.’’ he said without meeting her eyes.

They were at the doorstep, ‘’Thank you for the flowers and the wine.’’ she said smiling bright but he could see the shimmer of sadness. ‘’I should be the one to thank you darling, the dinner was fantastic.’’ Y/N was able to impress Tom by her cooking skills, she mentally high-fived herself.

The cab driver arrived, they looked at each other, both of them had milion things to say but for some reason they were holding everything inside. The coldness or the snow didn’t matter to them. Tom slowly leaned in, Y/N closed her eyes. He gently kissed her cheek, it all happened in five seconds but to Y/N it felt like eternity bliss. She felt his ginger blond beard brushing on her cheek and it tingled her sensetive skin. Tom definitely did that on purpose. His fingers traced the place where he kissed, ‘’Good night darling.’’ she had to swallow to speak clearly, ‘’Good night Tom.’’

She closed the door with a huge grin

After she did the dishes she went to the bathroom and smiled widely, it seemed that Tom forgot his watch while washing his hands. She texted him.

Y/N: Tom, you forgot your watch. *she sent a picture of her wearing the watch on her wrist and smiling*

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Death Note

Summary; Mello, Near and Y/N were childhood friends at Wammy’s House, years later Y/N and Mello get together and their feelings for one another emerge. 

Warnings; None. 

A/N; Sorry I suck at summary, my friend requested this idea and finally I’m writing it. This will be a short story. I might add smut in the future chapters ;)

Chapter One

December 2007 Wammy’s House

It was a sunny day for a cold December, the dry leaves made crack sounds as Y/N and Mello were walking in the playground, they could hear other children laughing, chasing each other. ‘’What are you thinking?’’ Mello asked, he could see that she was in deep thoughts, Mello and Y/N were living at this place for years, none of them knew their parents but they knew that they had each other, no matter what. ‘’The future.’’ Y/N shortly replied, she seemed sad. Mello pulled out a chocolate bar from his deep pocket, a sudden cold wind moved his golden brown hair out of his pure face, he always had an angry expression. The anger of an orphan never leaves, it eats him inside, his blue eyes seemed compassionate, he gave one bar to Y/N, ‘’Eat, it will cheer you up.’’ He was used to stealing from their teacher’s room. Y/N gladly ate the chocolate, they sat on a bench, ‘’Do you think that we will be together in the future, like we are now?’’ Mello asked what he was thinking and wanted to slap his face, whenever he was close to Y/N he asked stupid questions and said things he never wanted to say out loud, he was in love with her. ‘’I don’t know Mello, L has to choose one of us, not 3 of us.’’ Mello, Y/N and Near were the successors of L and they were trained to be like him when they are old enough or if something happens to L. ‘’I hate to admit it but Near has a natural talent.’’ Mello and Near had fights all the time, Near was calm and collective on the other hand Mello always fell into the web of his emotions, he was always ready to punch someone. Y/N was their balance, that’s why 3 of them were assigned to be together.

‘’You didn’t answer my question Y/N.’’ Mello pointed out, he wanted her to say yes, yes we will always be together… Y/N took a glance at his beautiful face, his ocean eyes were begging, looked pleasently warm. ‘’Yes Mello, we will always be together.’’

The world stopped for them for a second, they didn’t hear the children around them (they were the oldests in the Wammy House), it was just them existing together, Mello did something he wanted to do for a long time, he leaned closer and kissed Y/N. It was a soft innocent kiss of two teenagers, Y/N could feel her cheeks burning, she was in love e,th him too, as they parted a smile flickered across their lips, Mello stroked her pink cheek and above their heads birds were singing as if they were singing a love song just for them.

‘’Mello! Y/N! Come inside.’’ One of their teachers called for them, she seemed upset.

They were taken to the headmaster’s office, Near was inside too, he had a white puzzle board. ‘’I have to give you a terrible news.’’ The headmaster began, Mello found himslef holding Y/N’s hand, ‘’L is dead.’’

Y/N could feel the anger vibrating from Mello, he gave her hand a harsh twist, ‘’What?! How?!’’ he screamed. A single tear dropped from Y/N eye, ‘’I don’t know how but he is dead. Since he didn’t choose a successor before he died…’’ he looked at all 3 of them, ‘’I think all of you can be L, you should work together, you would be inexpugnable.’’

Mello hit the headmaster’s chair, ‘’I would never work with Near, Y/N and I are almost 15, we will leave together.’’ Mello turned to leave, he opened the door but stopped in his tracks because he didn’t hear Y/N’s following footsteps. He turned to see Y/N standing next to Near, ‘’Mello, I want to stay. We should stay and work together. Stay with me.. please.’’ Mello was too furious to hear, ‘’No. Are you coming or what?’’

Near was younger than them and he always saw Y/N as a maternal figure so he held Y/N’s hand tightly, he didn’t want her to go, even though Near and Mello had fights Near never wanted him to leave them, ‘’I’m staying, and you know you have to stay with us.’’

Mello felt betrayed, just moments ago they promised each other that they will be together and sealed it with a kiss but now Y/N was choosing Near and the Wammy’s House over Mello. He suppressed his tears, ‘’Fine! Suit yourself.’’ And he slammed the door as he left.

Nowdays

It had been years and thanks to their mutual friend Matt, Y/N was getting info on what Mello is up to. She was on her own, she had her own cases and she was working with Near as equals, sometimes she was working with the FBI and sometimes they sent her to 3rd world countries. Her last case was a hard one, she lost her house and she had to lay low for couple of months and she had nowhere to go except Mello. Thanks to Matt she got the address of his hideout, Mello was working for a Mafia Boss now and years ago Y/N got one of the memebers arrested so she wasn’t expecting a warm welcome.  

They were staying at an abandoned building, outside looked like no one had been there for decades, no cars were around and the trees and plants were hiding the building perfectly. She, from a distance, walked and circled the building, trying to find an entrance, she knew they would soon catch her so she acted like she didn’t see the hidden cameras, her purpose was to get caught and talk to Mello.

Soon two men caught her, tied her hands and feet, put a piece of cloth in her mouth and covered her eyes with a black cloth. She knew the proses so she was calm which freaked out the men who caught her. They carried her inside, she was taken to a dark room, they made her sit on a chair and for some time there was nothing but silence. She was quick so she get rid of the rope which they used to tie her wrists, but she still held her hands at the back of the chair, didn’t want any attention. The door of the room opened and someone removed the eye bondage and the gag in her mouth. The room was dimly lit, a man with a bald head and blue eyes were standing there, he had expensive cloths and a golden watch, one of his golden rings had a sigil, she knew it was the sigil of that boss’s house. ‘’Y/N… are you here to apologies. You put my best man inside, he was valuable you know.’’ He had a cocky tone which Y/N didn’t like. ‘’I was working with the FBI, instead of giving your name I put your man inside. You should be thanking me old man.’’  

He lit his thick cigar, he took a step towards her, she could smell the cigar, it made her stomach twist in disgust, ‘’What should I do to you pretty face hmm?’’ his calm blue eyes travelled on her face, neck and breasts, ‘’I can kill all of you right now if I wanted to.’’ She said as calm as she could be, the boss laughed at her face, ‘’Leave me alone with her.’’ A voice said and made the bald boss turn. Mello was standing at the doorway, hands in his dark jeans, his long hair hiding his forehead and creating a shadow on his face, his blue diamond eyes shined when he saw her. ‘’You know her?’’

‘’Yes. Let me talk to her.. alone.’’  

Mello had a power over the boss she could see that, soon the boss and his men left and closed the metal door. It was just them, she brought her hands to her feet to remove the rope but failed, Mello without saying anything knelt in front of her and freed her feet, he looked up to meet her eyes, his blue ones were sparkling, but she couldn’t understand whether he was happy to see her or angry.

‘’Long time no see.’’ He said breaking the silence between them.

Thank you for reading. :)