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Silent Obsession

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

A/N: Ever since I've heard that song by Massive Attack all I can imagine is stalker bucky! Enjoy. TAG LIST IS OPEN!

This is tha playlist I made for the series;

Warnings: Dark Romance. Stalking.

Words: 3013K

Chapter One

‘’You’re alone.’’ His therapist said in a calm manner but Bucky knew she was frustrated with him. ‘’You’re 100 years old, you have no history, no family-‘’ he had to cut her off, ‘’Are you lashing out on me Doc? Because that’s really unprofessional.’’ It wasn’t a nice session to say the least. He was a civilian now and he had to get therapy once a month, at first it was every week and it was horrible. He never believed in shrinks, maybe that was his old fashioned side talking  but in Wakanda, he was making progress. Sometimes he would just sit in his small flat and imagine that he was in Wakanda again, in his small hut, surrounded by divine nature and animals… how he missed that place. Bucky observed his Doc, she was in her middle ages, married and had two children, one could see the photos on her glass desk, she always had a plain shirt and plazzo pants, her hair tied back. Thanks to his training she could deduce human behavior so meticulously perfect that he didn’t even need to talk to them to get to know them. He would just know. ‘’Your homework,’’ she began, obviously fed up with him not being so cooperative, ‘’Stop ignoring Sam Wilson’s calls and start making new friends. I know you’re not gonna but-‘’ she sighed, looking at his stoic expression, ‘’go on a small date.’’ With her last sentence he scuffed and rolled his blue eyes, that was out of the question for him. How could someone trust him and how could he trust someone?!

‘’At least call Sam back.’’ She pleaded.  The session was over, he got up from his seat, ‘’Will do.’’ He gave her a soldier salute and then waltzed out of her office, as he was about to close the door with his high senses he could hear the woman sigh and write on her notes. The soft sound of pen making contact with paper filled his already buzzing mind. He marched the halls of the building, he noticed the way people who work here avoiding making eye contact, moving out of his way. He knew the effect he had on people, they were afraid of him, as they should be because he didn’t even trust himself, he was healed in Wakanda, thanks to the community there especially Wakanda’s highly trained Dora Milaje but he was in fear that one day he was going to snap and become the Winter Soldier again. Of course his therapist didn’t know this fear of his, he wasn’t good at opening up, giving details.

Today he was off, didn’t have anything to do so his plan was to go the pub near his home and drink, maybe see Mr. Nakajima, Bucky was living in an apartment complex with his neighbors but he was only talking to Mr. Nakajima and Mrs. Rodriguez.

The reason why he was helping Mr. Nakajima was that when he was the Winter Soldier he had killed his son, he was trying to make amends and this was his way of saying sorry. He was helping him and keeping him company. Mrs. Rodriguez on the other hand was just a sweet old lady who would bake for him and Bucky would take out her trash and help her carry the groceries. As he was marching to his Harley he thought about Doc’s words, ‘’You are alone…’’ no, he wasn’t. Even though his friends were old he still had some people around him… maybe he should return Sam’s calls.

On his bike he had an idea, he was stopping at the red light, Mrs. Rodriguez once mentioned that her husband, until his last day he would get her a bouquet of red roses every week. Bucky wanted to surprise the old lady who was like a mom to him at this point, (even though he was actually older than her) it would be a nice surprise. The city was crowded as usual, he loved to watch people, most of them were in hurry. Hurrying to pick up their kids from school, getting groceries, trying to run to their appointments… life was normal for them but for James Buchanan Barnes Jr. life had never been normal. Even back in the 40s he was protecting his ma from his dad, he was hustling jobs before he became a soldier. It was never easy for him and it wasn’t going to be, he had made peace with that but sometimes, especially late at night as he laid on the floor of his small living room his mind dared to dream. A nice home, lights are on, soft music playing at the background and a woman greeting him as he enters their home… In those split seconds he would stop himself as soon as he realizes that he was dreaming something that could never happen. He didn’t see himself worthy of that kind of life.

He parked his bike on the empty ally and looked around, there was a flower shop across the street so he walked up to the shop. His boots heavy on the pavement, he had his black hoodie and his black leather jacket on top with black jeans and boots, he never forgot his leather gloves, he didn’t like people seeing his metal arm. He didn’t want to be recognized as the Winter Soldier, he was just Bucky.

The tall glass showed the inside, it looked like a cozy place, the door of the place was dark green, there was a writing on the tall glass it said ‘’Floral Fantasia’’  as he opened the door he could hear the golden bell that was attached to the door, the floors were dark wood, one could see the various types of flowers in large vases. The strong scent of freshness filled his nostrils, he had never smelt that many flowers in one place before, there was a young girl behind one of the counters and she was busy with decorating a vase, ‘’Hello Sir.’’ She smiled, Bucky didn’t return the smile, he was still standing, the door behind him. ‘’Y/N!’’ the young girl called, apparently she was busy to take his order. She smiled apologetically again, her blue eyes ran up and down on him, as she turned to go to the back of the flower shop she gave him a quick look again, Bucky could tell that this blue eyed blonde woman found him attractive, which made him feel nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Soon the blue eyed girl returned with another girl, now Bucky was close to the counter that had the cashier, waiting impatiently, he was about to leave when he saw her.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66A_3uwuZ_I (this is the song that plays when Bucky sees her for the first time)

‘’My friend will take your order Sir, sorry to keep you waiting.’’ The previous girl said but Bucky almost didn’t hear her. His deep blue eyes focused on the new girl and as soon as he saw her something in him shifted. She looked up with those pretty eyes, eyes that could destroy empires, there was a height difference between them so she had to look up at him. She smiled kindly at him, she didn’t have any make up on, she was wearing a simple white long sleeve shirt, why was she wearing that in this heat? Bucky was covering his arm so he had to,  her blue jeans fit her hips perfectly, her long hair tied carefully, Bucky could feel his heart picking up the pace, his flesh palm getting sweatier with a certain kind of feeling he couldn’t quite place. ‘’What would you like to have Sir?’’ she simply asked, Bucky had to clear his dry throat before he could speak, ‘’A bouquet of red roses.’’ He replied with a cold tone but deep down he could feel the strange attraction towards her. He watched her skillful hands work on the bouquet, she must have been doing this for a long time, ‘’Here you are.’’ She finished her work of art and extended the bouquet and he specifically got the roses with his non metal hand, just to feel her fingers brush the leather and maybe feel a fraction if he was lucky. ‘’That’ll be 40 dollars Sir.’’ He got the money from his leather wallet and used the same hand to give the money, their fingers brushed again, he wished he didn’t have the gloves but he had to. ‘’Thank you so much, have a great day.’’ She said smiling as she placed the money, he only nodded and left the place in a hurry. His mind was going to dark places such as waiting outside till her shift ends… he forced himself to walk to his bike, he placed the roses carefully on the small trunk that was at the back, got on the bike and started the engine and waited. His thoughts occupied by the girl’s sweet smile and beautiful face. He exhaled, ‘’She is just attractive, that’s all.’’  He thought, ‘’If it was the 40s I would’ve asked her out on a movie night, maybe we would go to the beach and drink coke..’’

After waiting on his bike for few minutes he left the empty ally.

‘’Gosh! He was dreamy!’’ Y/N’s work bestie Melanie pointed out as soon as the man left. They had to finish up the vases for a wedding. The bride had chosen white tulips with slight green here and there, Y/N’s focus was on the glass vase she had just finished decorating, she sighed, deep in thoughts. Was she going to have a wedding one day? ‘’I’m sorry, what did you say?’’ she asked, Melanie was sitting on one of the tables, swaying her legs like a child, her blue eyes looking at Y/N, ‘’The man who bought the roses, he was so hot!’’ she tried to remember but all she remembered was a stern look and a tall muscular frame, ‘’Oh, you think so?’’ Y/N had started a new vase, her hands quick. ‘’Girl, didn’t you even look at him. I wish he would come back! You know what, if he comes again I’ll let you know so that you’ll see how hot he is.’’ Melanie was persistent, ‘’Alright alright, get back to work.’’ Y/N said, she was few years older than Melanie and also their boss made it clear that when he wasn’t around Y/N was in charge because she was responsible and always got the job done no matter what. ‘’How are thing with your boyfriend?’’ Melanie was a chatty one, Y/N’s hands started to shake when she heard the question maybe because she didn’t eat lunch yet, ‘’He just moved in with me.’’ Y/N replied, forcing a smile. They had a huge fight this morning, that’s why she was wearing a long sleeved shirt, ‘’Oh after 5 years, finally!’’ Melanie said, it was true, Y/N and Leo were together for five years, she didn’t remember the time they were so in love, maybe the first year of their relationship… Leo was so nice and kind.. she often wondered what happened to that sweet boy who was replaced with a gambling monster. Leo had to move in with Y/N because he was in a lot of debt, she was helping him for maybe two years, giving him money and food and now he was in her small apartment, he had to be under the radar for a while so her place was the perfect solution. Y/N’s weary head felt more heavier than usual, she rested her hands on the counter for a split second, eyes closed, ‘’You okay?’’ Melanie immediately noticed her friend being dizzy, ‘’Yeah, just, I need water.’’ She managed to say, Melanie rushed to the back, they had a small kitchen at the back and a lounge area, she brought a tall glass of water for her friend, ‘’Here. You can sit for a while.’’

Y/N only nodded, her arms feeling weak.

Bucky never used the elevator, he was climbing up the stairs holding the bouquet in one hand, the other free. The government had placed him in that apartment complex to make him adjust to the new world, he had to be among people all the time and he detested it most of the time. The apartment’s flats were occupied by various people, old, young, single, married, so many different lives that made him feel stuck in a time capsule, he wasn’t that young boy who got drafted to war, he wasn’t a killing machine either, what was he now? He had no idea. He walked up to Mrs. Rodriguez’s door, knocked on it thrice, waiting patiently, soon the door opened and the old lady’s brown eyes smiled at him. He noticed that every time she saw him there was a light in her eyes, it made his heart get a warm feeling. ‘’Hi, Mrs. Rodriguez, these are for you.’’ He extended the roses, his mind flashing him with the image of that girl who had made the bouquet, so sweet, so innocent looking..

‘’Aw, James!’’ she was one of the rare people he revealed his first name, she was now smiling ear to ear, there was dust of flour on her chubby fingers, she must have been baking again, per usual. Her pink apron was old and stitched so many times it reminded him the old times where one had to stitch their clothes, no one could afford a new one. ‘’These are beautiful. Thank you so much, you’re such a gentleman, girls must be all over you.’’ It made him scoff but he gave her a smirk, whenever he was around old people or people he was comfortable with his old self would come out with smirks, eye rolling and smug attitude. ‘’Wait!’’ she said as she walked back inside and brought back cookies, ‘’They are still warm.’’ She was so generous ‘’Thank you so much Mrs. Rodriguez, I’ll bring back the plate.’’ He gave her a smile and said goodbye, his flat was upstairs so he climbed the stairs again.

He reached to his dark brown door, immediately he could hear Alpine’s soft meows. He opened the door and was greeted by her, she was meowing as if complaining, ‘’Yeah yeah, I know I’m late. You’re just like my Ma.’’ He locked the door as he entered, his curtains were closed, there was a grey sofa in his living room, no rug, a small TV, it was a small place, connecting the kitchen and living room. At the back there was a bedroom and bathroom. He placed the plate of cookies on the white counter, noticing Alpine’s food bowl empty, ‘’Oh that’s why you were complaining.’’ He filled the white bowl, and made sure she had water as well and then he hit the shower, he stood there under the cold water, he hated the cold but it woke him up. The cold made him remember Siberia’s freezing cells, a memory he would kill to forget. After the shower, he removed the blanket over the mirror to see if he had to shave or not but he could wait for a few days, he covered the mirror again, he didn’t like seeing his reflection because it made him feel distorted to see a man who is 100 something years old still alive with a Vibranium arm, he walked back to turn on the TV, he had a towel wrapped around his waist, his dog tags hanging and sticking to his broad chest, there was a game tonight and he didn’t want to miss it.  He sat on the sofa as he zapped and found the channel, once he had found the channel he went to his fridge which only had frozen pizza and beer packs. He threw one pizza into the microwave and  got few beers, as the pizza was getting warmer he walked to his bedroom door, he opened it and hit he lights. He was actually using his bedroom as a dressing room, he had a wardrobe and a bed that has never been slept on. He wore shorts and threw the towel on the bed, and walked back to get the pizza. He liked game nights, it reminded him the old times where Bucky and Steve would listen through radio with friends. There was a dominant knock on his door, he huffed, Bucky took the pizza out of the microwave and walked to the door with cautious steps, other than the government only few people knew his location. When he checked the peephole he saw Sam’s face, he lifted one of his hand to show that he brought a six pack. ‘’Drop the weapons Bucky.’’ He rolled his eyes, Bucky huffed again and answered the door, ‘’Be quick.’’ He assured Sam inside because he didn’t want anyone of his neighbors to see his vibranium arm. ‘’It’s game night! Oh great you have pizza!’’ Sam placed the beers on the counter, got himself one and then dropped to Bucky’s sofa. Without a word Bucky popped another slice into the microwave for Sam.

‘’So, you’ve been ignoring me because….’’ Sam pointed it out as they were watching the game, it had been 20 minutes. ‘’I was busy.’’ Bucky cut short with a raspy voice, ‘’Busy with what? Hanging out with old people?’’

Bucky snapped, was Sam spying on him? Or someone else getting information on him? His distorted mind started to went into a whole spiral, was Sam trustworthy? Was he also following Mr. Nakajima and Mrs. Rodriguez?

‘’Relax blue steel!’’ Sam raised his hands in defense, ‘’I don’t got nobody on your tail! I saw your neighbor on the way to you, sweet old man asked me if I was heading to your place.’’ Bucky’s eyes travelled on Sam’s smug face to detect if he was lying, he couldn’t find any proof so he dropped it, for now.

‘’They might be old but they’re still people so I’m doing what Doc says.’’ He defended himself with an annoyed voice, finished his beer and got up, ‘’I’m assuming that your future girlfriend is going to be what-‘’ Sam pretended like he was calculating, ‘’around 80 years.’’ And laughed out loud, he couldn’t realize the change on Bucky’s face, his mind went to the girl he saw today, at the flower shop.  ‘’Yeah, right.’’ He didn’t have the energy to protest to Sam.

Something in Bucky kept whispering, a soft voice calling him, he knew from the very first start that he wouldn’t be able to stay away from her.

Thank you for reading. :)

Chapter Two

Hey! I love your Hannibal fics so I came for a request. Reader is good friends with Will and meets Hannibal but Reader is naturally shy and quiet, Hannibal decides to help her open up with a bit of flirting and rewards her at the end of the night with the long awaited kiss!

A/N; Hi! Thank you for this request, i really missed writing about Hannibal, our gentleman husband material king. lol. Enjoy.

‘’Come one it’ll be fun.’’ Will Graham, your childhood best friend told you while he was parking his car, you came to visit Will, it was an habit of both of you, whenever you were free you would visit each other, talk and spend few days together. Will considered you as his family and so did you. ‘’But I’ve never met the guy. What if they don’t like me?’’ you asked pushing your sweaty palms on your dress, you were nervous. Will finally parked the car, ‘’Look,’’ he turned to face you, his blue eyes held nothing but admiration and love. ‘’I know that this years was hard for you, you need to loosen up and meet new people, plus my friends are kind and intelligent. They would love to chat with you. Hannibal is the host of this party, he loves throwing elevated and sophisticated parties, you and him have a lot in common. Shall we?’’

It was late, the weather was cold but you didn’t mind because a servant opened Hannibal Lecter’s door and took your coats. You could see a lot of people chatting, drinking and laughing, the fire place was lit and the atmosphere made you feel like you are at a ball in 1800s, you loved it. ‘’Let me introduce you to Jack and Alana. I work with them.’’ Will shortly explained and guided you towards a tall, bald man and a beautiful woman, Will mentioned Alana few times before and he was right, she was breathtakingly charming. ‘’You are the childhood friend he keeps talking about,’’ Alana’s eyes got bigger with excitement, ‘’I’m sure you have a lot Will’s embarrassing moments. Do tell us.’’ You chuckled, she was easy to talk to. Since they made you feel welcome you decided to fulfill Alana’s wish. You started to share the story of how Will got himself in jail when you two were 15. At that moment you didn’t feel shy, you were seen by Will’s friends and felt accepted, what made you nervous was at the end of the story while everyone was laughing a tall man with a distinctive voice said; ‘’I would love t hear more of your stories.’’ He came next to you extending his hand, his other hand was holding his drink, you felt your cheeks go red, hesitantly you took his hand, you were expecting a simple hand shake but he kissed your hand and said ‘’Hannibal Lecter, the host of today’s event. Welcome to my domain.’’ His voice was so strange to you, his maroon eyes watched your mimics, ‘’Y/N Y/L/N. Will’s friend.’’

''I must say Miss Y/L/N, you look ravishing in that dress. Gold is your color.'' you felt a sudden warmth in your lower abdomen, ''Thank you.'' your voice was a whisper.

For a split second his dark eyes travelled on your dress, you were wearing a gold colored dress,

high heels and a simple make up. Hannibal was watching you across the room for a while, he was chatting with his former colleges when you and Will entered his house, Will mentioned that he would bring his friend to today’s party, Hannibal didn’t mind, the more the merrier. While you were telling the story Hannibal picked up on your shy demeanor. He wanted to say hi and welcome you but his friends kept him busy and he never likes being rude so he listened to his friends while keeping a safe eye contact to your group. He was intrigued by your presence and now that he is close to you now he could smell your perfume, it smelled like cinnamon and vanilla, sweet and seductive at the same time. ‘’I’m delighted to make your acquaintance Ms. Y/L/N.’’ He was formal yet the sparkle in his eyes and the way he kissed your hand felt more than formal. You noticed that he held his posture gracefully and every word coming out of his mouth were thought. He got you a drink, ‘’Thank you.’’ You simply said, eyes lingering on his lips and then your attention turned to Alana and Will, tey were talking about a recent case, since all of them were working together they had this habit to talk about their cases even when they’re outside of work, you didn’t want to be rude so you listened to them but the more they talked about murder and disgusting details you felt like your stomach couldn’t take it anymore. ‘’Excuse me.’’ You excused yourself, leaving the empty glass on a silver tray that a woman was holding. You asked the woman where is the balcony, you needed fresh air. Quickly you climbed the stairs and when you opened the glass door you took a deep breath, it was a huge space where no one discovered so you felt relaxed. You came close to the marble rail and touched the could material, tonight was cold indeed. As you felt the cold air travel on your body you didn’t notice that Hannibal came and closed the doors so that no one can disturb you. ‘’I do apologies for the tedious conversation you had to witness.’’ You were startled, he came standing next to you, his arm brushing your bare one, ‘’As you know we work together to solve murders, again I’m sorry. I hope you don’t misjudge me.’’

He could sense your shyness, this was new to him because before you, Hannibal had strong partners in his life, so shy one like you caught his attention, ‘’You don’t have to apologies Doctor Lecter.’’ He gave you a look and you corrected yourself, ‘’Right, Hannibal. It’s your life, of course you have to talk about it.’’ Hannibal noticed how understanding you can be, ‘’Thank you, I must be frank with you.’’ He caught your attention, ‘’Your very presence has intrigued me the moment you walked into my house,’’ now you two were facing each other, your cheeks were red and hot, he lifted his fingers to trace your left cheek, he felt the warm sensation, when he realized you had no objections to his touch his thumb traced your bottom lip, ‘’may I?’’ he asked, with that he surprised himself. There was something about you that he needed to figure out. You forgot how to form words so you nod slightly and he leaned in to kiss your soft lips, both of you were caught up in the moment.

Thank you for reading. :)

Hii pretty

This is gonna sound very stupid but I'm new to this whole writing fanfic thing but I was wondering how you make masterlists👉🏻👈🏻

I did search it up but I got nothing soo would please maybe tell me how you did it??

THANK YOU

Have a nice day, love❤

Hiiii, its not stupid come one!! I also struggled creating it, i don't know shit about technology lol this video helped me at the time because i created my masterlist long ago. I also pinned the masterlist so that people will see it at the top of my page.

Parenthood

From the kiss prompt list, I'd like to request #23 with Pedro Pascal please @na-nou83​

Prompt list; https://blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/159975698721/prompt-list)

Drabble!

A/N; Thank you for the request. Sorry for any typos, enjoy!

Ever since you had your twins the life was chaotic, your labor was problematic and Pedro was scared that he might lose you, thankfully nothing bad happened and you came to your house happily with two new borns. A boy and a girl, boy’s name was Leonardo, in short Leo, and the girl’s name was Lux, you wanted to name your baby girl after Pedro’s sister Lux. Now they were 3 months old and if one of them was crying the other would start crying so Pedro took time from his work to be with his family and help you stay sane. 

You were younger than him which caused some problems in the fandom, some thought you were after his money and fame, Pedro was hesitant at first and now whenever he looks at you and the twins he can’t help but smile.  You were breastfeeding Leo , leaning on the comfy couch, Pedro was holding Lux and talking to her you could hear it, they were in the kitchen. ‘’You have to wait baby because Mamá is feeding Lux, yes she is your twin, can you believe that?!’’ Pedro remembered the day when the doctor told you guys that you’ll be having twins, he felt like he couldn’t stand still, he held your hand and looked into you Y/E/C eyes and all his worries melted away and now he was holding his daughter in his arms, this tiny creature of God was trying to focus on his face and he giggled, came back to the living room, he gave you Lux and you gave him Leo. 

 Leo was sleeping, everything was calm for a second and you both smiled, ‘’Hear that? No sound.’’ Pedro said whispering, ‘’I know right!’’ you replied as you were breastfeeding your daughter and Pedro knelt, looked up to meet your gaze, ‘’I love you mi amor.’’ And kissed your sweet lips, you were both tired but it was worth it. He loved you and you loved him to death, he broke the kiss to cup your cheek, ‘’I would die for you, I would kill for you, either way what bliss.’’ A tear dropped from his right eye. 

Thank you for reading. :)

Shard of Blood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(this is the dress)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’Shh, I got you princess.’’ 

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

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Silent Obsession

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

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Warnings: Mention of domestic abuse.

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Chapter Five

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Love Thy Enemy

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

A/N; Hi my little doves, I've missed you, I'm in love with my work lol I really enjoy writing this series so don't forget to share your thoughts with me. Don't worry, there will be SMUT in the future chapters. Sorry for any typos English isn't my first language.

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Warnings; Violence. Angst. Enemies to lovers. Female Bene Gesserit Reader x Feyd-Rautha,reader is reffered to as she/her.

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Chapter Four- ‘’Misery Begins’’

Giedi Prime, House Harkonenn

The air felt heavy in her lungs, the planet was orbiting a black sun, thus, everything outside looked black and white, no wonder these people were raised like animals, planet’s harsh conditions shaped their characteristics. The second she stepped out of the ship she hated every single thing but kept a firm stance.

Now she was settling in the guest quarters, the wedding was to be in 7 days and thankfully Harkonnen traditions says that they, under any circumstance, cannot stay in the same room.

Y/N had few of her personal maids and the rest was Harkonnen servants, all dressed in black with bald heads and pale, thin figures. Y/N noticed the looks she got from them, an outsider…

Inside the fortress one could see colors yet Harkonenns choose to keep it simple, her chambers consisted of a bedroom,  a small living room, and bathroom. Without a word she moved to the velvet armchair which was facing outside, she didn’t want to engage in any conversation with anyone, ‘’Prepare my bath.’’ She ordered without looking at any of them and then moved to the desk in her bedroom to write a letter to her family saying that she landed on the planet safely and everything was fine of course she knew that every letter she would sent was going to be read by Feyd-Rautha’s most trusted politicians, maybe even by himself so she kept the letter short. ‘’Send this to my family.’’ She gave the metal, thin device which was the letter to a servant, ‘’Yes my Lady.’’

After her bath which consisted of warm water and bath oils she brought from home, she smelled fresh and felt better. She was on her desk reading when her door was knocked, ‘’Yes?’’

A servant girl entered, she looked sickly pale and thin, her eyes on the floor, her hands interlaced on her thin stomach, ‘’Na-Baron wishes to dine with you my Lady.’’ It wasn’t a wish, it was an order. ‘’The trip have made me exhausted, please tell Na-Baron that I desire to rest.’’

She noticed the girl’s change of body language, her eyes rose to look at her ladyship pleadingly.  Y/N kindly smiled at the girl, oblivious to what was going to happen, she dismissed the servant girl.

The black sun of Giedi Prime shone bright just like the day before, Y/N decided to do some reading, learn more about the planet’s ecosystem. She had a light breakfast, the air still stingy in her lungs, she didn’t have much appetite.

Y/N Atreides was on her desk, taking notes and reading and her door knocked, ‘’Come in.’’ she was focused on the old books, ‘’My Lady.’’

‘’Yes?’’ she turned to face a man, he was a guard in his dark uniform. ‘’Na-Baron has a gift for you. He insists that you should open it after I am dismissed.’’ A strange request but what wasn’t strange about him anyways?!

Y/N couldn’t read the guard’s expression, his face was a blank slate, however he look more pale than usual skin color, was he ill? ‘’Thank you, place the box on the floor and you may be dismissed.’’ He did what he was told. She stood up and approached to the metal box, there was a strong smell of iron coming from it, it appeared there was no lock, no writings. Just in case, she placed the portable force field on her hand, activated it and tested it, working just fine.

Her hand went to open the metal box and her first reaction was to scream in terror, and her second reaction was to run to her bathroom and throw up her breakfast, shaking uncontrollably, on her knees like a wild animal.

Y/N Atreides didn’t know how many minutes or decades she had spent in that position, finally one of her old maids came for her rescue. ‘’My Lady…’’ she was an old woman with white hair and motherly touch, ‘’It’s okay now..’’ she was rubbing Y/N’s back gently and whispering kind words.  ‘’Is it-‘’ she sobbed, ‘’is it gone?’’

‘’I took care of it my Lady.’’ She helped Y/N stand up and leave the bathroom. The metal box which had the servant girl’s head was gone and yet she could feel her eyes watching her every move. She threw the shield on her hand and marched out of her chambers. There was a solider guarding her chambers, ‘’Where is Na-Baron?’’ she asked trying to control her tone. ‘’He has a meeting with Baron Vladimir and Glossu Rabban.’’

‘’Take me to him.’’ She said, could feel the anger on her chest, so hefty. ‘’But my Lady-‘’

‘’Take me to him.’’ She used the voice on him, the guard, without a word started to guide her to the meeting room. The corridors of the fortress were mostly black, some grey and white here and there, there were guards on watch duties, servants cleaning or carrying stuff. It was so different than the environment she grew up in, in Caladan or Emperor’s planet was vivid and thriving, here it was just… lifeless. She cursed her fate.

There were two guards on the doors of the meeting room, ‘’Open.’’ She used the voice again and the doors were opened slowly, Baron Vladimir was sitting on a metal chair which was placed on marble steps, towering over Glossu Rabban and Feyd-Rautha who were standing and looking up at him, listening to him as if their lives depend on it.. well.. they weren’t wrong. Baron was surprised to see her. ‘’Lady Y/N!’’ he announced which made the boys look at her direction but she refused to look at them, her focus was on Baron. ‘’What a lovely surprise, I hope you quarters to your liking.’’ Y/N bowed in courtesy, ‘’Thank you my Baron, you are the most generous.’’ She had to control her anger and she was doing a good job, keeping things formal. She had to be respectful to the family otherwise her position let alone her life would be at stake, she remembered Feyd’s words; ‘’Try to humiliate me again and see what happens, little dove.’’ The room was barren with only a long marble table and chairs, the curtains were closed and white glowglobes lighting the room, no carpets, no ornaments. ‘’What do we owe the pleasure of your visit?’’ he asked, she could see he was trying to understand her moves. ‘’I must speak with Na-Baron. It is urgent.’’ Finally she turned to face him, even though he was standing far away she could see his body reacting to her words, he was alert and an animalistic shine on his eyes. ‘’Feyd, please escort your wife-to-be to a more secluded area and discuss.’’ His uncle said and Feyd bowed to him quickly, ‘’Yes uncle.’’ And then he turned to her, marching like a soldier, he held her arm and escorted her out of the room, his grip was tight, he made her follow him. Since there were guards and servants everywhere she didn’t dare to utter a word.

Y/N had no idea where they were going, the fortress was a maze and every corridor looked similar. They reached a door, Feyd dismissed the guards and opened the heavy black door. Quite frankly he threw her inside, before she got a chance to look around she spit her venom. ‘’What is wrong with you?!’’ Feyd looked puzzled, ‘’Did you really beheaded that girl just because I refused to dine with you?!’’ she could feel her whole body shake in anger, being in his presence disturbed her equilibrium. ‘’Oh, that.’’ He remembered, his behavior made it worse for her. ‘’Yes, that!’’ He didn’t close the space between them, his hands behind his back. ‘’Did I upset you, little dove?’’ was he mocking her? ‘’Upset?!’’ Y/N couldn’t believe her ears, what happened to that sweet boy she met years ago?

He started to move towards her like a predator, he was much taller than her, towering above her she had to look up to meet his icy blue orbits. Years had turned him into a killing machine, what a shame. She hoped to see remorse in those beautiful eyes but found nothing. Back of his hand found her heated cheek, touching ever so gently, it made one wonder how could he behead an innocent girl and then touch his wife-to-be like a tender lover. ‘’This is what happens when you reject my orders.’’ His voice calm and collective. ‘’I hate you!’’ and she pushed his chest but had no impact so she moved away from his aura. That’s when she noticed that they were in his quarters of the fortress, she remembered the fact that he dismissed the guards, no one to help her if things were to took a turn. ‘’You hate me?’’ he asked, still calm. ‘’What else… do you also fear me?’’

‘’No.’’ she simply answered. His none existent eyebrows rose, his pupils dilated ever so slightly, she noticed how still he was, like a statue. His nostrils flared with a passion she could not placed.

‘’No? So you don’t fear me.’’ He repeated back, folding his arms, he wasn’t angry, only curious. ‘’Not at all?’’

‘’You aren’t allowed to hurt me.’’ Her voice higher than his.

‘’Not allowed?’’ he tilted his head, his voice low and husky, ‘’and how can you be so certain of such?’’ a slight smile pulled at his plump lips, ‘’What makes you so confident in that?’’ he knew his own intentions but he was curios of what went on within her pretty head. There was a certain aura about Y/N that intrigued Feyd, he was watching, listening and studying her.

‘’Let me go back to my home.’’ She whispered, even she didn’t believe herself but that was her intention, to go back and ride her horse, walk in the lush gardens, laugh with her other Bene Gesserit friends. ‘’You assume you have the final word where you go.’’ He chuckled, his voice lower than before. ‘’I decide where you go.’’ His gaze grew sharp like an animal, ‘’I decide what you do. And what I decide..’’ Feyd laughed again, ‘’You’re going to obey.’’

‘’I had a life before you took me, I had a family and friends and, and..’’ she could feel her eyes getting blurry, ‘’And?’’ he insisted, ‘’I had a partner, a lover, and you scared him away!’’ she was practically yelling at this point, female rage taking over her body. ‘’A lover? Don’t make me laugh little girl. If he was so in love with you-‘’ he opened his arms looking around, ‘’where is he? Why isn’t he here defending your honor and saving you from me?!’’ with the mention of Y/N’a former partner Pyramus, Feyd-Rautha wasn’t so calm anymore, he could feel rage rising in his body.  

‘’Because of you! You scared him and he ran! Otherwise he would be here-‘’

‘’Don’t be that stupid Y/N! He wasn’t so scared when I offered him a deal.’’

And with that Y/N was confused, ‘’What deal?’’

Feyd-Rautha was pacing in the room in anger, he couldn’t believe she was still ‘’in love’’ with that low life, waste of space. ‘’I offered him a supply of spice which will outlive him and his children and his children’s children. A generation wealth so to speak.’’

Y/N was shaking her head in rejection, her gaze focused on the floor, ‘’No, no,’’ she whispered, not believing what Feyd was suggesting. ‘’Yes Y/N! Your lover didn’t hesitate a second and took the deal.’’

‘’Then why did he try to escape with me?!’’ she yelled in pain, her heart was torn into pieces, ‘’I wanted you to see how pathetic he was and I staged it.’’ Feyd’s chest heaving with anger and he was so passionate to prove her he was right, he turned to go to the next room and brought back a metal device, he opened it, ‘’Here, he signed the deal.’’ She took it and saw the spice deal written on it, millions of gallons.. and Pyramus’ signature at the bottom…

Feyd grabbed the metal device and threw it on the couch near him, ‘’Not going to lie, you weren’t cheap.’’ And she slapped him.

Feyd-Rautha was slapped by a woman for the first time in his life, he froze for a second, shocked to see how bold she could be. He was even turned on a bit. With both of his hands he grabbed her delicate shoulders tightly, he was much stronger than her. ‘’LET GO OF ME-‘’

Feyd-Rautha didn’t care what she wanted, ‘’I might hurt you physically Y/N, but I would never do that to you. I would never sell what’s mine for something else. Do you hear me?!’’ his voice was rough and irritated her ears, her body was in shock and her shoulders hurting her. ‘’I would never leave what’s mine behind and walk away, I am a man, see me as a man not that little boy you met years ago!’’

Was that a love confession, no it couldn’t be.. someone like Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen couldn’t possibly feel something so pure and innocent, or was it just being possessive and showing her that her life was in his hands till death do them apart. The stress overcame her body, her vision was getting darker and the last thing she saw was Feyd’s pretty eyes.

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Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

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

Warnings: Drug use.

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

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Chapter 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

''I see family.''

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Fire on Ice

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

Genres; Romance, smut in the future, mob, gangs, slow-burn,

Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Words; 2.073K

Warnings; +18, male masturbation, dirty thoughts. 

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Chapter Four

You waited for him but he didn’t come early and your body was begging you to sleep so you climbed the wooden stairs, you didn’t want to use the elevator –yes he had a elevator in his house- like he said there were multiple bedrooms, at the end of the long hall there were 2 bedrooms which looked children’s bedroom so you skipped that section and turned your left. One of the doors was open you walked in, it was his bedroom. You hit the yellow lights, the bed was white, had black curtains on the tall windows, there was a wall to wall closet, you noticed the big mirror on the ceiling and felt your cheeks go warm with dirty thoughts, you could smell his perfume, everything look neat and tidy. You had a wicked idea, you took off your clothes, put them on the single couch next to the tall window, opened his closet to find an over-sized shirt. You saw a white one and wore it, the shirt covered your ass, it was like a dress. You went to his bathroom to wash your face and go to bed and the bathroom was iconic. Floors and walls were white marble which had grey tones in it, there was a shower and a bathtub. You decided to take a quick shower because you smelled like booze and smokes. He didn’t have much products in the shower, just a shampoo and body wash and his bath sponge. His body wash smelled like pine trees and mint, you felt fresh, you wrapped yourself with the big white towel, the rest of the house looked like a hotel but his room smelled like him, after drying your body you wore that shirt again and climbed the bed, it was big. You were hesitant because what if he comes and sees you in his bed just now and gets angry? After all you didn’t know each other for a long time, you felt your eyes get heavy and fell asleep, you couldn’t hear  the ring tone of your text messages, you were too tired.

It was 3.30 at night when Tom came back, he noticed there was no sound in the house, maybe you left? Why did he feel sad when he thought of that possibility, he climbed the stairs and saw the kitchen and dining room empty, he climbed to his 3rd floor and saw his bedroom door wide open. The yellow light coming from the hall was enough so he walked in and saw you sleeping in his bed. He silently took of his jacket and shoes, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at your sleeping frame. Your chest was moving up and down in harmony, your hair looked damp and he could smell his scent on you, he took a deep breath to calm himself, he felt his boxer got tight.

‘’Who are you?’’ he found himself whisper to the air, he stood up to take a shower, he was being silent in order to not wake you up because you looked tired earlier and it look like you needed a long sleep. When he was in the shower he thought if Benedict was right, he was Tom’s best friend and they knew everything about each other, his eyes were closed, forehead resting on the cold shower wall, warm water running down his body and an image came to his mind, it was an image of you taking a shower here hours ago. He couldn’t help but imagine you naked and washing your body, humming a tune. His bath sponge was wet before he walked in the shower so you must have used it, he imaged your hands using it to rub your boobs, coming down to your belly and between your legs, his hand went to his semi hard cock, this mental image got dirtier as the seconds went. He imagined you resting your back on the glass of the shower and using the sponge to pleasure yourself, soaking in his scent. Moaning his name like a prayer, Tom was touching himself, pre cum dripping from his pink tip, he tried to keep his whimpers and moans quiet. The thought of getting caught by you turned him on even more, he imagined you listening to him jerking off and whispering your name and you walking into the shower, getting on your knees for him and taking his length in your sassy mouth. Eyes on him and only him, that image pushed him out of the edge and he came in his big hand, hard. He had to rest on the wall, as he came down from his high he cleaned everything and left the shower, that white towel you used before was hanging on his waist. He caught a glimpse of his flushed face in the foggy mirror, he was ashamed of what he just did.

 The Next Morning

You could feel the morning sun on your face, to be honest you haven’t slept this good in a while. You stretched you arms and legs in bed and rubbed your eyes. You saw Tom’s clothes from last night on the couch next to yours, you looked in bed but he wasn’t here, ‘’Where did he sleep?’’ you questioned. You left the bed and washed your face, took your phone to see any updates and you saw Jack’s text. You though he was going to ask you out again but it looked like a serious text.

‘’We have to talk. Meet me at your bar tonight. It’s important.’’

You never got a text from Jack like this before so you decided to call him, you were afraid something bad happened to him. He didn’t pick up the phone. You left your phone and walked outside, the house was silent except the sounds coming from the kitchen downstairs.

Tom was there fixing breakfast for you, ‘’Morning!’’ you said with a low tone, he turned to face you, he only had grey pants, his chest was bare. ‘’Oh no, I was going to surprise you.’’ He protested throwing his hands in the air, ‘’Sorry.’’ As soon as he saw your face he remembered last night and his cheeks got pink, thank God you looked clueless. He came to kiss your forehead, it became a thing of his which made you smile. ‘’I made you proper English breakfast darling.’’ You looked to see, there were 2 plates filled with bacon, eggs, cooked beans, roasted tomatoes, cooked mushrooms and let’s not forget the blood sausages. ‘’Where did you find blood sausages?!’’ they looked disgusting but you didn’t want to say anything, this man let you sleep in his house last night and made you breakfast the next morning, you felt spoiled. ‘’There is a butcher I found. You should try it.’’ You helped him placing everything on the dining table, it was early in the morning so the view of the city was foggy, you took a sip from the orange juice and moaned, it was delicious, ‘’I made it myself.’ Tom said, he looked proud, ‘’Damn Hiddleston. You are a catch.’’ He rolled his eyes, the breakfast was delicious and you liked the blood sausages, ‘’Can I hire you to cook for me like every day?’’ you asked mouth full, he chuckled, ‘’I’m too pricy love.’’ You thought of ways to pay him but quickly pulled yourself together. It wasn’t just you who was thinking stuff like that, his mind was in the gutter too, you had a strange chemistry with Tom, unfortunately neither of you took a step at the moment, maybe both of you thought that it was too early, he looked like a traditional man so maybe he wanted to get to know you better before he sealed the deal. You didn’t know why you were hesitating though, ‘’Everything was delicious Tom, thank you.’’ You insisted that you wash the dishes and he went to his room to change, he told you that he had a meeting. While you were in the kitchen he found your phone and decided to do a little research. He saw the text Jack sent you, he remembered Jack, he had the tattoo which belongs to the Queens gang. He had an idea, he texted Jack like it was you texting, ‘’Hey Jack, can you meet me early today? I will send you the address, don’t be late. 😉’’ Tom wanted to throw up, he never liked this guy but in order to learn who you are and why the gang is protecting you he had to do it. He sent Jack an address and deleted all the texts. It was a risky thing to do. Tom left the phone where he found it and got dressed, before he left he checked it again and saw that Jack already read the text but didn’t text back, his plan was working fine.

Later Tom drove you to your flat, he looked tense but you didn’t want to comment on it, it was probably related to his work.

 Tom sent Jack an address of an abandoned house on the outskirts of the city, he knew Jack would come because he wanted to bone Y/N, the thought of it made him shiver in disgust. He was outside of the abandoned house, actually it was a beautiful place. The house had two floors and a big terrace, a big yard which was covered with wild plants, the color of the house dark red, windows were broken, it had a unique beauty to it, one day he would love to have a house like that to raise his children with- he stopped his train of thoughts when he saw Jack parking his bike. He looked puzzled, Tom stood up from the wooden stairs and came down, ‘’Hello Jack. I’m Tom Hiddleston, you probably don’t remember me but I do. I have some questions for you.’’ There was a distance between them, Jack pulled out a cigar, ‘’I’ve heard the name. News travel faster than you think Mr. Hiddleston.’’ He had a cocky look and Tom wanted to punch him, ‘’Want one?’’ Jack showed the cigars, ‘’Yes, thank you.’’

Tom wanted to gain his trust, Jack lit his cigar and together they sat on the wooden stairs of the terrace entrance, ‘’What do you want?’’ Jack asked, his tattooed fingers playing with the smoke, ‘’Information, my friend. I can pay you in return.’’ Tom was a man of his word, ‘’If my clan finds out I’m her with you they’ll hang me for treason.’’ Tom knew how the clans, gangs worked, he ignored Jack’s comment. ‘’Why is the clan protecting her?’’ he asked without saying a name, he was testing the waters, ‘’You mean Y/N?’’ Tom simply nodded and took a long drag from his cigar, ‘’No one knows but the boss. All I know is me and some of the clan members have to be around her work place and apartment man, I’m new here. They told me to gain her trust and she is hard one to crack.’’ Tom appreciated the honesty, Jack was much younger than Tom and he was new in the clan like he said, he still had a chance to fix his life and live with his own rules. ‘’Listen kid,’’ he thought better of what to say, ‘’I’m not here to hurt a woman, I give you my word. Where can I find your boss?’’ Jack’s brown eyes were fixed at a place at distance, his long hair was pushed back, he had a certain sadness to those brown eyes, like he witnessed something horrible and it left a scar to carry for the rest of his life.

‘’She will find you when she wants.’’ He stood up to leave, ‘’Wait,’’ Tom touched his arm to make him stop, he pulled out a check worth 30 thousand dollars, ‘’you seem like a nice kid, leave this town before it’s too late. I’m afraid one day your clan and I.. we will be enemies and I wouldn’t like to kill a young, bright man like you.’’ It was a lie, deep down he wanted Jack to be gone from Y/N’s life.

‘’Thank you man. I won’t forget this.’’ Jack took the check, and left. Tom finished smoking and threw the bud of the cigar on the ground, pressed it with the heel of his shoe. Now Jack was out of the way he had to find this she boss of the clan Queens. 

Chapter 5

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