Silent Obsession

Hello

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

Let me know what you think of the idea

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

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

this is the old version ofc. Love you all xxx

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’Follow me please.’’

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

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

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

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

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

Where does she live?

Is her home safe?

Most importantly… does she have a partner?

How long has she been performing?

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

Thank you for reading. :)

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

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

Warnings; Smut! Sexual encounter, pussy eating etc.

Pairings; Hannibal x Y/N

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fire on Ice

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

Genre; Romance, mob, gang, slow-burn.

Warnings; Smut. Guns, blood. 

Words; 4,818K

A/N; Hi guys! Thank you for coming along on this journey, sadly this is the final chapter. Sorry for any typos, I love you and your comments. See you on another fic. (gif isn’t mine)

Final Chapter

Tom breathed the cold London air in deeply,  he was standing in his balcony with a mug of earl grey tea, as soon as he learned you were in London he got a ticket and came back to his home. London gave him a certain type of calmness and stability, it felt safe and secure. Tracking your current address was tricky but his friend Benedict finally found it. You didn’t make any sense on the phone, months ago you said you never met your dad because he died before you were born and now years later turns out your dad was alive and well. He was confused and sad. He needed answers and he wanted you so he called that phone number, hoping you would pick up. It was dangerous thing to do but he had no choice, he had to hear your voice and come up with a plan to see you.

It was early in the morning when you got a call, you jumped from your bed and ran to the study table at the corner of your room and picked up the phone. There was silence, Tom was waiting for you to speak, to be sure that it’s you. ‘’Hello?’’ you asked daring to hope, ‘’Thank God!’’ a relieved sound came from the other side, it was Tom. ‘’Tom? Hey what-‘’ he cut you off apologetically. ‘’Darling it’s so good to hear your voice. Where is your cell phone?’’ his first question made sense because he kept calling and texting but no answers came.

‘’My father took it, he said he wanted to keep me safe from..’’ you stopped, not knowing what to say. ‘’From what?’’ he asked curiously, ‘’From you. Tom, I know that you won’t hurt me but there are things you should know. Things I cannot tell you over the phone. Can we meet?’’ your eyes were fixed on the door, waiting for someone to barge in but it was too early in the morning and the house was too silent. ‘’I was going to ask you the same thing. Do you have a pen and paper near you?’’ and he gave you the address. You made up your mind, you had to tell him everything. ‘’See you soon love. I missed you.’’ He said with his thick British accent that made you melt. ‘’I’ve missed you too.’’

After getting dressed you went downstairs, there were few men in black suits and people cleaning etc. this environment was so strange to you that you felt out of your element, you just wanted peace and the universe misread you. As you walked to the kitchen you put on a fake smile, ‘’Where is my father?’’ you asked a man who had a chef’s clothing, he looked focused on the breakfast he was about to serve to you and your father. ‘’Morning Miss Y/L/N, your father is at the dining room. I will be bringing your breakfast shortly, you may join him.’’

The mansion was a huge place with a lot of doors and it was easy to get lost, you found the dining room and walked in. ‘’Morning!’’ you tried to sound happy, your father was reading something on his phone, he raised his head and looked at you with a questioning manner. ‘’Morning dear. I hope you slept well.’’ He locked his phone and put it  in his pocket, ‘’It was way more comfortable than my own bed.’’ It was true, ‘’I was hoping we could go out and travel, I have always wanted to see the city.’’ You said pouring yourself coffee, pretending like you don’t have a secret plan was hard because you hate lying to someone but you had to. The chef of the house brought omelet, warm bread, orange juice, various types of jams and you could feel your stomach rumbling. ‘’I can’t today dear, I have an important meeting. If you really want to go out I will find you someone.’’ You didn’t understand, ‘’What do you mean?’’

‘’I’m not letting you go out alone, I have enemies everywhere.’’ He pulled out his phone and called someone, later a woman walked in, she was a tall woman with a stern look on her face. You couldn’t read her emotions but she looked like someone who would do anything to get the job done, ‘’Meet Martha. She will drive you to any place you want and she is your bodyguard.’’ If you were to protest right now your father will probably notice that something is wrong so you tried to look calm. ‘’Makes sense.’’

Your father was puzzled, ‘’I thought you would say no.’’

‘’I get it, you are an important ‘’business’’ man and I’m sure you’ve made a lot of enemies. I want to be safe.’’ You shortly explained and shrugged your shoulders like you didn’t care. Your father smiled ear to ear, ‘’I knew you could see the story from my point of view dear. Thank you for understanding. You can leave Martha, my daughter will find you later.’’ He settled on to his seat again, ‘’Let’s finish our breakfast.’’

You tried to read his face as he was talking about how he started his business -aka being a gang leader and then working his way up- he seemed excited to tell you about his life, well at the end of the day every old person loves talking about their past but he seemed like he enjoyed your company and that felt like a dagger to your heart. He was an old man with white hair and slim body but years made him look tired yet he also looked strong, maybe it’s because of his power. He looked sophisticated, if you were to see him on the street passing him by you would have thought that he was a nice elegant man. You didn’t want to dwell on these thoughts so you ate your breakfast, ‘’When can I have my phone back?’’ you asked.

‘’Soon.’’

You wanted to scream but just shrugged your shoulders, you had to keep it cool. After breakfast you excused yourself to go get ready, you were going to meet your man so you wanted to doll up. It was a rainy day so you wore all black. A black long sleeved sweater, a leather jacket and black skirt over your knees, fish net tights, black boots. Before you left someone brought you a nice bag, saying that your father sent this bag for you. It was Prada, when you opened it there was a purse and a lot of money in it, was he being kind or trying to manipulate you?

Martha and you left the house, you were at the back seat of the car, looking cute and watching the trees outside, the mansion wasn’t close to the city so you get to see the nature before the buildings and streets. Martha wasn’t a talkative person but you get the few words out of her, she has been working for your father for like 7 years, talk about a loyal slave. She said nothing but good things about your father which confused you, ‘’You do realize you’re working for a criminal right?’’ you couldn’t help but ask, her pale face didn’t show any emotions, ‘’This world isn’t just black and white Miss, we all try to survive and your father pays us equally.’’

Rest of the road went silent, you were making a plan to leave Martha behind and just run maybe? No. You bet Martha is good at running and chasing people. You decided to improvise.

She drove to a nice place where it was crowded with people pubs, bars and restaurants. You spotted a Starbucks, ‘’Martha, can you get me a starbucks coffee please?’’ she parked the car somewhere, ‘’Be right back.’’

That was easy. You watched her walk fast to the building, you could see that there a lot of people inside so this should buy you some time. You left the car, you looked calm but your heart beat was fast, you could feel the adrenalin fill you up, you approached to an old woman, ‘’Hello, sorry to bother you. Where can I find a taxi?’’ she was a kind woman with short height and cute smile. ‘’No problem honey,’’ and she told you where you could get a cab. You thanked her and power walked. Until you climbed inside to the cab you felt Martha’s imaginary hand on your shoulder, following you. You breathed out deeply which caught the driver’s attention, ‘’Rough day?’’ he asked. ‘’You have no idea.’’ And you gave the address to the driver. You wondered how long would it take Martha to realize you are gone? You hoped your father will be kind to her.

Tom was patiently waiting at his house, he tried to busy himself with work or reading a book but he couldn’t. What if you can’t come? What was he suppose to do then? He sighed heavily, he was in his kitchen getting a glass of water when he saw a cab pulling up to his garden, he saw you climbing out and he dropped the glass, the sound of its shattering made him realize that you were here. He ran to the door and opened it wide, you were there standing and looking directly at him. For some reason you couldn’t move,  he was there at the entrance of his house but you couldn’t run to him,  something held you back. Burden of untold truth perhaps?

Tom didn’t mind the rain and the next thing you knew was his lips crashing onto yours passionately. Your hands went to his hair, pulling him towards you as if there was space, he pressed your body to his. The cold or the wind didn’t matter, all that mattered was both of you being together after so long. You pulled back to breathe, he closed his eyes and breathed your scent, his forehead on yours. ‘’Tom we have to talk.’’ You said unwillingly, ‘’No, not right now.’’ He kissed you again and said ‘’That can wait. First, I have to have you in my bed.’’ And he carried you inside bridal style which mad you laugh. You started to took off your clothes on the way to his room and once you got there both of you were naked, before you could look around he pulled you to his comfortable bed.

You kissed his achingly vulnerable lips, his body was warm and welcoming, you missed him so much you kept touching his body and so did he. You climbed on top of him, sitting on his lap, legs wide open on his sides. He leaned on his bed frame, watching you like a man who was bewitched and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He missed how your body felt on him, your hands were entwined and you slowly took him in. Both of you moaned in sync. ‘’Don’t move darling.’’ Tom said out of breathe, ‘’Because if you move right now I‘ll come.’’ You chuckled like a child, ‘’I’ve missed you too.’’ After you adjust to his size and he calmed down a little you started to move in rhythm. He felt amazing and the sound of wet skin flopping  filled the room, Tom’s usually pale cheeks were bright red, his tin lips were parted and looking into your eyes, your soul to be exact. You didn’t just feel naked, you felt like your entire being was exposed to his ocean eyes and you had nowhere to hide and you submit completely. Giving yourself to him before the storm of truth comes and destroys everything you built together.

His hands squeezed your ass cheeks harshly, you yelled as he gave you few spanks. It hurt but in a good way, he held you in his arms and you held his shoulders, finger nails leaving deep red marks on his back and shoulders, you knew damn well he will remember this day later. ‘’Darling,’’ Tom said looking up to meet your lustful eyes, ‘’I’m coming.’’ He managed to say before he came into his condom, he flipped you over and now he was on top of you and riding his orgasm and it made you trigger, you came.

After that hot sex you both stayed in bed, not addressing anything just panting and calming down. He left you to bring a glass of water to you, smiling like an idiot. You smiled back, he sat and held your hand, playing with your fingers. Both of you didn’t want to talk about last days events but you had to, ‘’So,’’ he began, ‘’your dad is alive.’’ Tom made research after you told him on the phone, he learned that your dad was a mob boss just like him. ‘’Yes, shocking right?! He brought me to London. He doesn’t want us to see each other.’’

Tom was looking at your fingers, didn’t have the courage to look you in the eyes at the moment. ‘’Years ago I started to work for my dad. At first he sent to small business, like collecting money from the store owners we protect against other mobs, being a bodyguard to my dad’s friends. After a year I’ve proved myself and he kept me close so that I can learn the business.’’ You sat silent and kept listening. ‘’One night, he went to do business with a friend and never came back. He was killed by his friend, something in me tells me that your father is connected to that night.’’ He swallowed the lump, ‘’Look me in the eyes and tell me that I’m wrong. Tell me that your father is innocent.’’ And he looked up to meet your gaze, you opened your mouth to say something but stopped and that was enough for him to understand. ‘’I knew it!’’ he stood up fast, ‘’Of course I had to fall in love with the woman whose father killed my father.’’ His voice was harsh and it felt like a slap to your face, he was pacing in the room, your eyes went to his menacing frame and the exit. You couldn’t leave naked, you had to calm him but you also understood him. He was seeking revenge for years and now he was on a crow road, any small choice could lead to destruction. He seemed making a plan while pacing in the room, you stood up and wore his shirt, approached to him gently, ‘’Tom?’’ you held his shoulder and he stopped, the emotions harvesting deep down in his eyes scared you, ‘’I’m so sorry.’’ You said as if you planned his father’s execution, you felt guilty even though you shouldn’t feel that way, this wasn’t your fight. He took a step back, eyes watering, he got dressed and left. Neither of you dared to speak, you had no idea what he is capable of.

Instead of leaving you decided to stay at his house, he had to face you somehow and instead of running away from him –like he did to you at the moment- you were brave enough to stay and wait for him to come back, it was his home after all he had to come back.

It was late night and you had no appetite, you only drank water and stayed up, soon staying up was too hard and you fell asleep on his couch.

Tom was with his friend Benedict, he told everything to him because he had no idea what to do. Ben was a good friend and after talking for hours Tom decided to leave, when he came back he saw you which shocked him because he expected you to leave. He came close to see your face, he hated himself for putting you in a position like this because you looked stressed in your sleep, why can’t have a normal life? A beautiful home, loving wife perhaps… throughout the months he daydreamed about this delusion but he had to face the facts and be a man.

When you noticed someone sitting next to you it woke you up immediately. He was here, watching you sleep, ‘’His.’’ You said silently. ‘’Sorry I woke you up.’’ Was there a distance in his tone?

‘’I was waiting for you, sorry I’ve fallen asleep.’’ Even in a situation like this one you apologized. He took off his wet jacket and threw it on the wooden floor, the TV was on and its light illuminated the living room. Tom looked tired which made you reach to hold his face in your warm palms, he didn’t push you away , just sat there. ‘’You’re shivering and wet, you should change your clothes. I don’t want you to get cold.’’ You said as if you two were a normal couple and nothing scandalous have happened. ‘’Will you-‘’ he started but stopped, searching something in your eyes, ‘’will you stand by my side when I have my revenge?’’ you breathed out, your mouth tightened. ‘’I can’t promise anything Tom.’’ And with that you both sat there on the couch till the first pale fingers of day light came into the living room. None of you slept, when Tom noticed that it was morning he let go of you, ‘’Go,’’ he said, ‘’be with your father but tell him,’’ he turned to face you and you could see that he made his decision, there was no turning back, ‘’he is a dead man walking.’’

With an aching heart you left his house. When you came back to your father’s house he was furious, you were gone for a day. ‘’Where have you been?!’’ but when he saw your face he ordered his servants to leave you two alone. ‘’You went to see him? I must have known. How did he know we’re here?’’ you sat on the couch, dark circles under your eyes. ‘’He knows,’’ You managed to say, ‘’and he has a message for you,’’ your father laughed with a belittling tone, ‘’What is it may I ask?’’

‘’you are a dead man walking.’’

Within the day your father armed his workers and you could see that there were bodyguards in the front and back yards. You weren’t used to this so it scared you, you wondered what would’ve happened if you promised to be on Tom’s side, what was his plan? Can you put out the fire of revenge in his heart?

You had no emotional attachment to your father but after all he was your biological father and it made things complicated for all of you. ‘’Did he tell you anything about his plan?’’ your father asked you as you were having dinner, well, he was having dinner you didn’t want to eat anything. ‘’No.’’ your voice came out weak, you were mentally exhausted, ‘’Why don’t you go upstairs and sleep. You seem tired.’’ Your father noticed that you didn’t want to eat and you wished to be left alone. Before sleep took you into its arms you were thinking about Tom, you have fallen in love with him and it hurt you deeply.

The next few days were calm and silent, your father was busy all the time and it gave you the opportunity to go out –of course not alone- and see new places. Martha –the woman you’ve made a fool of few days ago- was actually kind to you but never let you walk alone, you didn’t complain, in fact you didn’t want to wander on the streets of London alone. She was a nice person and a good company to you. As you were coming back home you were watching the country side, so many trees.. you loved nature. Martha coughed to gain your attention, ‘’Madam, we should be home quickly.’’ She kept looking at the back, two cars were following you, ‘’Do you think-‘’

‘’Yes, Madam They seem suspicious. I have to drive fast.’’ She warned you and you put your seatbelt on, just in case. Those two cars cornered your car, you couldn’t see anyone because their windows were jet black. You pulled out your new phone to call your dad and tell him what’s going on but before you could do that Martha crashed the car, you hit your head and blacked out.

When you wake up you were in a different setting, there were yellow lights which made your eyes uncomfortable at first, it was cold and damp and you were tied to a chair, your head hurt badly. The place you were in right now must be an empty warehouse. ‘’Hello?’’ your throat was dry, ‘’Anyone there?’’ your knees were bleeding, you had bruises on your body.

‘’I’ve told you to kidnap her not to make them rash the car and hurt her. You are fired! Better yet-‘’ and a gunshot was heard, you screamed in fear. The gunshot came behind your back, you couldn’t see anyone and soon footsteps approached to you quickly. ‘’Are you alright? Are you hurt?’’ it was Tom. He knelt beside you, touched your face and you whined in pain, ‘’Tom? What is going on?’’

‘’I’m sorry Y/N, nothing personal. Thank God you’re fine.’’ He looked relieved which made you angry, ‘’Fine?! Are you fucking kidding me?!’’ you could see he was shocked to hear you scream at his face but he deserved it. ‘’Why the fuck am I here?!’’

He stood up, ‘’You are a bait. I asked you to be on my side, you refused Y/N. You left me with no choice. I have to finish my purpose and live happily with you. I’m doing this for us.’’ He looked serious and you knew Tom, if he had something in his mind he would do it, regardless of any bad outcome. ‘’Tom, this isn’t the way. Look at yourself, you look like you haven’t slept in days. You need to think rationally, let me go please.’’ You were crying at this point, ‘’Revenge won’t bring your father back.’’ Seeing you like this hurt him deeply, you could see his tears, you two must be alone otherwise he wouldn’t show his vulnerable side. He cupped your cheeks, ‘’Look at me darling, my love please look at me, I can’t rest until I have bring honor and victory to my family.’’ He didn’t expect you to understand because you didn’t grow up in a world of cunning manipulations, blood and murder. He kissed your temple, ‘’Let me handle this and we will be free.’’ And left you quickly, soon someone brought you food and water. You asked many questions but received no answers and alter you gave up asking.

‘’WHERE IS MY DAUGHTE?’’ the sound of your father’s voice woke you up, you felt adrenalin fill you up, you watched him being escorted into the warehouse with two men, when he saw you he was relieved, you felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see Tom. He had a victorious smug smile on his lips which didn’t meet his eyes. ‘’Finally we meet, traitor.’’

In your head everything happened too quickly, your father and Tom shared sarcastic comments back and forth, you heard your name few times, your father telling Tom his part of the story, why he had to kill his best friend. Turns out Tom’s father was planning on killing their enemy’s entire family, including women and children and your father had to put an end to this madness. Of course Tom didn’t believe him, the tension got higher and higher and soon guns were pulled. After that it was all blurry, it was too loud at first and then silence came. You saw Tom on the floor and your dad coming to cut the robes on your wrists and ankles, ‘’It’s okay dear, it’s alright. I’ve got you.’’ After you were free you ran to Tom who was bleeding on the floor, ‘’Call an ambulance!’’ you screamed to your dad, tears coming unbidden, he got shot through his chest and his shirt was dark scarlet, he was shaking violently, ‘’Tom, stay with me.’’ You kissed his forehead, held his hand, ‘’I don’t-‘’ he tried to say, ‘’Shhh , don’t speak.’’ You saw your father hesitate, his phone in his hand. ‘’Call the ambulance dad! What are you waiting for?!’’ you ripped a piece of cloth from your shirt and pressed it onto his chest to stop the bleeding, ‘’Don’t you die on me Hiddleston.’’ You tried to smile, ‘’Listen to me,’’ Tom said, his pupils were blown wide, ‘’I love you Y/N.’’ he said holding your hand tightly and before you could say anything his grip got loosened and he closed his eyes.

 The hospital was loud but you heard nothing, there was a buzzing sound in your ears, you were covered in blood, his blood, and waiting for the doctor to come and give you the good news. Your father was sitting next to you, Martha brought you water but you didn’t hear her, your eyes were locked on the door of the surgery room. Her jaw clenched hard when the doctor came out, the doctor talked to your father and he turned to you, ‘’He is alive,’’ He announced and you let out a deep sigh, ‘’but they have to keep him here for few days. Let’s go home and rest Y/N. You can come back tomorrow.’’

‘’No.’’ you refused and your father didn’t say anything he saw how you suffered and left you alone, later the nurse let you in. Tom was in the hospital bed, a big bandage covering his chest, he was in deep sleep, the nurse told you that if he was brought a minute later to the hospital.. you shook that thought away. None of it mattered, all that mattered was both of you were alive. You sat on the chair next to him and held his hand, soon you fell asleep.

In the morning Tom woke up before you, and when he saw you by his side, sleeping and covered in his blood he closed his eyes and opened them again. It was real, the last night’s events were real. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and touched your cheek lovingly, he didn’t want to wake you up. He found a pen and a paper and wrote you a letter, later he stood up, before left the room he turned to look at you one last time, you looked like an angel, his angle. If he stayed there for another 5 seconds he would have lost all his courage to leave. He signed his release papers and his sisters came to take him away.

When you woke up panic took over, Tom wasn’t in his bed, you checked the toilet and the hall but he was nowhere to be found. A nurse told you that he left early in the morning, when you came back to the room you saw a piece of paper, it was a letter from Tom;

My love,

I’m so sorry that I’ve involved you into this, into my dark world. You deserve nothing but kindness and pure love, things I cannot give to you, I love you in my own way which is toxic and obsessive. I don’t deserve you, I’m nothing but a twisted man who is blinded by revenge, cruelty and malice. I have to leave you because your father is right, I am a dangerous man who kidnapped his precious lover as bait and used her against her father. However, do know that you will have my heart in your hands for the rest of my life, for I am bound to you in this life and beyond.

Yours truly

Tom

 The next month went in agony, you tried to find him, even contacted his long term friend Benedict but he told you he doesn’t know here his friend is. After two months of search you gave up, you asked your father to be alone and he brought you back to New York, to your old apartment and your old job. When your friends asked where were you, you smiled sadly and told them that you were on a vacation. You accepted your faith, Tom was gone and he didn’t want to be with you, it hurt you so much that you lost joy in life. For you everything was grey, there was no room for colors, especially blue.

As you were working behind the bar one night you were too caught up with work that you didn’t notice a tall gentleman sitting and waving at you, ‘’Miss?’’ he called with his British accent, when you look up you met those ocean eyes, ‘’May I have a large beer and fries.’’ You dropped the glass you were cleaning, it was Tom. Your body felt like it was fire on ice, he had a tired smile on his face and he looked happy to see you. 

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Hi, im 24 😄

Hello

Could I request something with Professor Hannibal where reader is a perfectionist (like Nina in Black Swan the idea as inspired by that movie)and she stresses a lot even though she is the best student in class and loves to hear praise from Hannibal. I have a just an overview perhaps you could add something like her essay was really good.

I hope you consider the idea ♥️

A/N: Thank you so much for the request. Sorry for any typos, English isn't my first language. Enjoy.

She was running to the lecture after her pilates class in the morning. She loved being active in this life so she had pilates and yoga lessons in the mornings and then she was running to the college of Baltimore, Maryland. This time she was going to be late because she chatted with one of the trainers as she was getting ready in the locker room. She always brought her clothes with her so after her work out she would take a shower, get dressed more formally. She liked being fashionable and always looking put together, she was a bit perfections which made her life a bit hard at times but she thrived on success.

Her high heeled boots made a strong sound on the corridors of the halls, she was marching to his office.. Professor Hannibal Lecter… today he mailed all of his students saying that he graded the essay they had sent and he would like to have private discussion with them, it wasn’t mandatory because it was close to Christmas time and most of the students wanted to visit families, she wasn’t in good terms with her family so she decided to stay with her roommate. She had rented a place after her first year and thankfully she found a nice roommate who became like a sister to her over the years. It was her 3rd year and she kept getting good grades, until today. The essay she had sent was perfect in her opinion but she got B…

She read the essay over and over again, it was on criminal psychology, more specifically on serial killers.

When she reached to his office’s door she noticed how nervous she was. She took a deep breath and exhaled and then knocked on the door and heard his name, ‘’Come in.’’ his demanding voice was heard. She had never felt like this with any of her professors before…

She walked in, Hannibal knew it was her because none of his students wore high heels,, he could smell her perfume when she waited outside of his door, it drove him crazy. He growled when he smelled her scent, vanilla and something sweet, it made his mouth water. Hannibal Lecter was aware of his animalistic instincts ever since he was a young boy. He knew that he was different from others, he considered himself a higher human, like the German’s Übermensch idea and he knew how to control himself. Like a ballet he had total control of his body but after meeting her…. He had a little bit of difficulty controlling his body and mind at the same time. She entered with a kind smile, which made it hard for him to adjust his pants.

‘’Hello Professor.’’ She greeted him, he stood up to meet her, he didn’t do that to the other students, with two steps he was in front of her, he took the hand she extended and held it in his hands, her hands were cold, the top of her nose was pink, she looked adorable.

‘’Please, come in.’’

She sat on the couch, he closed the door and stood still for a second, he looked at his desk and then the empty spot next to her on the couch and decided to sit next to her. ‘’I knew you would come to talk about your essay.’’ He began, she was taking her coat, she had a long black dress, a golden necklace adorned her neck, her make-up was simple yet elegant.

‘’Can we overlook my essay in detail, because I would like to see the parts where I lost points.’’ He was aware how driven she was, it was a good quality to have but sometimes she burnt herself out.  He brought his laptop to show her the places.

‘’Do not fret Y/N, I know you have been studying very hard and you’ll pass all of your lessons. You’re a smart girl.’’

He loved to give her praises because she blushed red, even though she deserved all of the praises and everything the world had to offer…

‘’Thank you so much prof-‘’ he placed his hand on her knee gently, ‘’Please Y/N, we talked about this before. In private call me Hannibal. I insist.’’ This conversation opened up few months ago and she agreed to it.

‘’Hannibal, thank you so much.. I just want to achieve everything I set my mind to and getting a B made me realize that I should work harder.’’ She confessed, shrugging her shoulders. ‘’You are already doing the hard work Y/N. You’re a strong woman with an amazing mind. I know for a fact that,’’ he patted her knee gently, ‘’you’re going to get whatever you wish and desire.’’

His encouraging words made her heart flutter in hope, hope for a better future and deep down, she would like for him to have  a spot in her future. His maroon eyes were soft whenever he looked at her, he could feel it. There was a connection begging to go deeper, ‘’Thank you so much for your time Hannibal. Next time I’m going to ace the essay.’’ She smiled and got to her feet, she was about to leave when he held her arm, it was firmer than expected. ‘’If you have time,’’ he began his sentence, she turned to him, feeling his hand on her arm made her feel some sort of comfort, ‘’I would love to have you over for dinner. Tonight.’’ This sudden offer made her blush, she was aware of his dinner parties, he was famous for it and he often invited other profs and colleagues. ‘’Yes, I would gladly come.’’ She responded, trying hard to hide her excitement. ‘’Let me close the office and  then we can leave.’’

Hannibal was thrilled, he was going to have her all for himself tonight.

Thank you for reading. :)

Could I ask for Hannibal lecter with a former patient reader with extreme anxiety and fear of going outside and people? Maybe a house call for this little recluse?

(Would appreciate if they were also FTM but not a requirement)

Thanks!

-B

A/N; Hi B, thanks for the request even though it had been weeks since you sent it to me... oops. I hope you'll like it. Enjoy!

Warnings; Anxiety and panic attack, reader has phobia of going outside.

You were triggered again, you had a specific nightmare last night. In the nightmare you were being chased by your stalker (you had a stalker last year so developed a certain anxiety about going out. Thankfully he is behind bars now.) in the nightmare he was holding a gun and chasing you in the public but no one helped you. Except him.  Doctor Hannibal Lecter. Due to your circumstance you sought professional help. You did a profound research about him and his techniques and you found nothing but good review. You decided to give it a shot and you didn’t regret it at all. You explained your situation to him in detail via email, he replied saying that he was glad to work with such an open minded and communicative young woman.

He urged you to go to his office for the first session but you were unwilling so you suggested to do it online, it was 45 minutes and when you were, put the laptop away… you felt a sudden relief.

The next session he suggested to go to a coffee shop near your home, you liked the idea and agreed.

It was a cold Baltimore weather so you both had gloves, long coats, he couldn’t help but notice how professional you dressed. A black pencil skirt, a dark red blouse, soft make-up, hair let loose yet kept under control and delicate hands holding your coffee mug. You were well mannered and put together. Also, your impression on him was the same as him, both of you had a mutual feeling for each other that day. Normally, Dr. Lecter had 45 minute sessions with his patients just like your first session. However, with you, it was more than 2 hours. The conversation was elite and brilliant that he didn’t want to leave that cozy place, after the session he gave you a lift and planned the next session.

Weeks passed and you started to go to his office, you had an idea about his environment but seeing it for the first time was something else. His office was like a mixture of library and museum, which both of those places were your favorite. When he saw the inquisitive shine in your eyes he let you explore.

You talked about your favorite books and art and culture etc.

You loved talking to him and he loved talking to you. Most of his patients were shallow and stupid but you knew your art and literature. After decades of being surrounded by peasants Hannibal found someone who got excited about small things and had her own brilliant opinions. Your energy was refreshing to say the least.

The nightmare you had made you paranoid, your door was locked, windows shot and curtains closed, you were in your pjs and in 45 minutes you had to be in Dr. Lecter’s office. It was impossible, you sent him an email about bot being able to make it today. Instead of replying by an email he called you directly, ‘’Hello, Dr. Lecter.’’

‘’Hello , Y/N.’’ he started, he had started to address you by your name few weeks ago and asked you to do the same but his demeanor and the way he held himself made you a bit intimidated. ‘’I hope you are well.’’ He continued, ‘’Is there a problem?’’ there was a silence. ‘’Yes, I don’t think I can come today.’’ You simply replied, covering yourself with blankets on your couch, total darkness surrounding you.

‘’Your voice sounds strange.’’ He announced, you didn’t say anything and he let a sigh of distress, He ‘’I’m coming over. Do not move.’’ And he hung up.

He knew your address, something in you kept you at your place or maybe it was his strict tone.

Some time later there was a knock on your door which made you jump from your seat, you grabbed a knife from the kitchen and walked to the door.

‘’Its me.’’ You heard his voice, ‘’You can lower your weapon of choice.’’ He added, how did he know that you were carrying a weapon?

You opened the door to him, he looked at you up and down and let himself in, closed the door and locked it. Seeing such a young and elegant woman being torn apart by her mental state made him feel something… he felt as if he was her savior.

You noticed that the second you saw him you felt safe, like a sense of warmness spreading inside of your chest.

You turned to go to the living room, he followed, this was the first time he saw your house, he was in awe of how clean and organized it was even though it was dark due to the fact that all the curtains were closed.

He sat on a single armchair, placed his leather bag next to his feet, his coat placed on his lap, you took your place among your blankets.

‘’May I ask what has made you… like this?’’ he looked around the room, ‘’I don’t want to talk about it.’’ You said like a little child.

‘’Are you hungry?’’ he asked to change the subject, you realized that you didn’t eat anything since you have woken up. He understood from your deep eyes and stood up.

Soon you heard sounds coming from the kitchen. You decided to get a sneak peek, he wore your red apron and cooking something from the things he found in your fridge. It melt your heart.

Hannibal Lecter wasn’t used to this but when he saw you like that he couldn’t help but be there for you, you were an interesting case for him and he even thought about keeping your mental health not worse but not good either so that he could keep having you in his life but it seemed like you were planning to be in his life for a long time weather as a friend, a patient or someone close..

Thank you. :)

Their Secret

One shot Hannibal x Reader Request; Why can I imagine y/n letting hannibal know that they know that he's a cannibal by signing a lyric from six thirty by Ariana Grande.

"come here and give me some kisses. You know I'm very delicious." LMAO 💀 @theichabbieclub​

Warnings; None.

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

For weeks Y/N was spending her free time with Hannibal Lecter, they met at a museum a month ago and Hannibal asked for her number and they became friends. Hannibal’s first intention was to kill her and eat her, however she proved herself to be a smart, kind woman with a dark past and he changed his mind. He was still unsure what to do with her so he let the time decided. Now she was at his house, and they were cooking together. 

She was talented when it comes to cooking and Hannibal always loved to have her in his kitchen, she looked cute with a white apron he gave to her, she always looked nice and smelled nice, her perfume  was sweet and fresh, Hannibal knew that it was her signature smell and he loved it. 

He also knew that she was a sneaky woman who liked to search things and gather information, she met Alana, Jack, Will and Abigail and he heard her ask about him. The doorbell disturbed their peace, they both enjoyed each other’s company and they never liked being disturbed, 

‘’I’ll get it.’’ He said and left the kitchen. Y/N was chopping onions and garlic, she looked calm but her mind was in a dark place. Recently when Hannibal left her to get some wine she decided to wander off in his house because she liked his house, it was big and he had a good taste in art, furniture etc.And she found his secret, she was curious enough to go down to the basement and she saw a woman’s arm, chopped off and laying on a wooden table, there was a lot of blood, she left the basement running. 

Y/N went back to the living room and waited for Hannibal, when he came back he knew something was different because it was a test all along. He knew she would go and look and he wanted to know if she was willing to stay and be with him even though she saw that arm. 

He thought he would find his house empty but she was there, sitting with a shocked expression, she smiled when she saw Hannibal and the rest of the night was normal. This was a week ago and she never stopped coming back to him, did he finally found someone who can understand him? And be with him regardless of his flaws…She didn’t know if Hannibal knew that she knew so she decided to sing a song, Hannibal came back to the kitchen, she smiled and kept on singing as she was chopping the onions.

‘’So come here and give me some kisses,

You know I’m very delicious..’’ 

she couldn’t help but look at his face to see his reaction and for the very first time he was an open book. They were silent for a second, like their minds were connected, the air was rich with the smell of fresh ingredients and they both felt a hot wave washing their bodies. He could feel the flush creeping up his cheeks, his brown eyes were locked to her lips, they started on their journey as friends but Hannibal knew he couldn’t keep it that way, with two large steps he was right in front of her and he kissed her.

He finally found the one…

Thank you for reading :)

Reborn From Ashes

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

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader

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

Warnings: None. 

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Chapter 3

The car ride was silent but it was comfortable. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘‘Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald’’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘‘I better work.’‘

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘‘A lovely, innocent woman...’‘

Y/N: Thank you for everything Tom.

she soon received another text.

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

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

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

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Hello there,

Just an idea while your requests are still open. What about a Hannibal x reader fic / oneshot where Hannibal is at an event or mutual friends party, and one of the guests has some sort of medical emergency. So, the reader (being a doctor herself) takes the initiative to take control of the situation to help the guest. Like she's telling people to make space, she's pointing to a guy telling him to call the ambulance, she's doing chest compressions, all in some sparkling sleek gown. Could Hannibal help? Yes. Did he? No. He'd rather watch unless he gets asked by the woman herself for help (like the egotistical bastard he is), or he could swoop in to assist her without asking simply to impress her?

Deeply intrigued by the readers' audacity and clear intelligence, Hannibal makes a move to properly introduce himself once the guest has been whisked away by the ambulance and the party continues on (or is cancelled, depends on you).

Idk I think it would be cute to see how Hannibal would flex his medical jargon (since he was a surgeon before he became a psychiatrist) and all that shit. Not to mention, he'd 100% use her patients as a way to get to know her deeper.

Thank you

A/N: Hi bestie! Thank you so much for the request. Sorry for any mistakes since English isn’t my first language. Enjoy!

The evening party was going smoothly. It was her first time attending a fancy dinner party where all the guests were accomplished individuals who were from high society. As she entered the house of her colleague who was the head of the hospital she worked for ahe felt a bit “little” compared to her surroundings. These people here were actual doctors, psychiatrists or psychologists, deans of universities etc. but she was also proud of her job, even though it could be hectic all the time.

She was working at the state hospital, the emergency wing. She was assigned there 2 years ago, since she was single and her family living in another country she dedicated her life to help people in need. She took shift after shift. Even in her off day she was ready to go and be helpful.

“Ah! Y/n!” She heard Dr. Chilton’s joyful voice, that man was always energetic all the time. She smiled at his group of friends and approached in her long, dark purple and shimmery dress. “This is Y/n Y/l/n from our hospital.” He introduced her to his group of 4. Others kindly smiled and introduced themselves one by one, at last a tall man with deep maroon eyes extended his hand, “Dr. Hannibal Lecter, pleasure to mee you Ms. Y/l/n.” He had an accent if one listened closely could tell. She wanted to ask where he was from originally but thought it would be rude, “Pleasure is all mine Dr. Lecter, I’ve heard so much about your studies on criminal psychology.” He was popular in Baltimore, Maryland. Chilton often mentioned him and it made her read Lecter’s work. “Oh really?” He asked in bafflement, to be honest he didn’t think someone from the emergency wing would be interested in his work. “Yes. Your last paper on The Chesapeake Ripper was very educational and thrilling at the same time.” She said, she could feel herself getting excited about it, “I, I took criminal psychology lessons for extra credit when I was at college.” She wanted to give a short explanation. Her eyes burning bright which didn’t go unnoticed by Hannibal. Before he could comment on it they heard a woman’s cry for help on the other room and Y/n rushed for aid. The poor woman’s husband was on the floor, “Clear the area. Let him breath.” She started to give orders. She knelt, not knowing a certain gentleman who used to be a surgen before becoming a psychiatrist was observing her, his heart besting fast.

She opened the man’s shirt and got rid of the tie, “Someone call 911.” She ordered and Chilton immediately got his phone. She was giving him, Hannibal exhaled and finished his drink, put the empty wine glass on the near desk. He rolled up his sleeves and knelt next to her, “Need a hand?” He said charismatically and winked at her, she was startled at first, but let him help her.

Soon the ambulance came and took the patient. Guests started to thank her and praise her for being calm and calculated. An old woman approached her, “You and Hannibal would be a perfect team, he was a surgeon before, you know.”

She didn’t know that, her eyes looked for him in the room, the panic was gone and guests were calm now. Hannibal was talking to someone and noticed her looking for him, he smiled and winked at her. Hannibal knew he will be seeing her more often.

Thank you for reading. (:

Shattered Pieces

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Genre: Romance. Smut in the future. Angst.

Warnings: None.

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

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

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Chapter 3

They finally found her, she wasn't scared, she had nothing to lose because they already took everything from her. She took a pic of the letter from HYDRA and sent it to Nat and Steve. Steve called her from an unknown number, ''SHIELD started a man hunt for us, we can't ask their help. Come to the address I sent you. We made a plan.'' They couldn't talk the details over the phone so she left quickly. It was morning and the streets were getting crowded, Y/N parked her car somewhere and walked to the address. It was a regular American house, a black man opened the door, ''Were you followed?'' he asked leading her to the living room. ''No, I'm sure.'' She walked in and saw Steve and Natasha talking. ''Y/N what happened to you?'' She had a hand print on her neck and bruises on her face, the thing was that she couldn't use her healing powers on herself. ''You are not gonna like this, Winter Soldier was at my house.'' She told them everything, tall black man brought some ice for her, ''I'm Sam, Sam Wilson.'' they were using Sam's house to lay low, SHIELD was dirty and had HYDRA people in it. Steve told Y/N about Dr. Zola and his algorithm. Their plan was to kidnap SHIELD's officer in broad daylight. Sam offered his help, he was a pararescue in the army and he was the only one who could fly that metal wings. ''I can't ask you to do this Sam. You got out for a good reason.''  Steve as always didn't want anyone to get hurt. ''Captain America needs my help, there is no better reason to get back.'' Sam replied confidently, he was a nice man. ''I can help too.'' Y/N said Nat looked at her bruised face, ''If the Winter Soldier sees you again he'll kill you. Y/N.'' Natasha and Y/N became good friends over the year, Nat wasn't the warm one but she cared for the people she considered family. ''She can be the sniper to threaten officer Jasper Sitwell.'' Sam suggested, ''Alright.'' Steve said and they left the house together.

Thankfully Jasper Sitwell didn't disobey and told everything to Steve, Zola's Algorithm was designed to kill millions of people who were a threat to HYDRA, they put Jasper in a car, there wasn't enough room so Y/N got her own car, she was following them, on her right she had her sniper gun, Barrett M82 rifle. Out of nowhere the Winter Soldier showed up and blew her tires which caused her to crash her car, she hit hear head on the wheel, she had a head injury since she couldn't use her healing power on herself she blacked out.

Y/N woke up on a unfamiliar bed, ''Where am I?'' her head was hurting, she tried to get up, metal door was wide up. ''Hey there!'' She heard Steve, he was standing on the treshold. ''What happened?'' She sat on the bed and Steve came to sit with her. Y/N saw a water bottle on a wooden nightsand, ''You should drink your water first, we need to talk.'' Steve looked worried, ''Tell me.''  

 ''You hit your head and blacked out. Me, Nat and Sam fought Winter Soldier and his men. Y/N... I don't know how to say this but Bucky is alive.'' she dropped the bottle, water spilled on the floor. ''He is the Winter Soldier. Dr. Zola must have played with his mind, turned him into a killing machine. SHIELD caught us but Maria Hill helped us escape. This is Nick Fury's hide-out. Nick is also alive, he asked if you can heal him and Romanoff.'' Y/N couldn't believe him, her hands tightened into fists, ''He is alive... and he tried to kill me in my home, and on that bridge.'' her voice was a whisper, she was talking to herself but Steve heard clearly. ''Let's go to the meeting room, Nick came up with a plan.'' Steve helped her get up, he could see how confused and sad she was. They walked a long hall and entered a big room. Nick was sitting at the end of the table, Nat was close to him, she was holding her shoulder and she looked in pain. ''Let me help you.'' Y/N said and placed her hand on Nat's shoulder and few seconds later she was fine. ''Need my help Fury?'' He was a man who didn't like getting help but he was in pain. ''Only internal damage we don't have much time.'' Fury said, Y/N healde his internal pain.

The Winter Soldier was sitting on a chair, a man in a white suit was fixing the damage on his metal arm. There were machines around him, with the sudden thought of that girl he pushed the man away. All guards pointed their guns at him but he didn't care, they were in a bank's secret underground room. Alexander Pierce came with his men, ''Mission report.'' he ordered but Winter Soldier was too busy thinking of what happened today, the blond man called him ''Bucky'' , ''Mission report!'' Pierce's voice was coming from a distance, he remembered the girl, he made her crush her car. He started to remember things but Pierce didn't have time so he slapped him. ''The man on the bridge, I knew him. The woman you sent me after, I knew her too. Who are they?'' He asked confused, ''Your work has been a gift to mankind, you shaped the century. I need you to do it one more time.'' Alexander Pierce didn't answer his question. ''But I knew them.'' He insisted, his vision got blurry, a warm tear draw a straight line on his cheek, all he felt was pain, ''Wipe him and start over.'' Alexander said coldly, now Winter Soldier was pushed back on his chair, they put a machine on his head and started the process.

Nick Fury was holding a picture of Pierce when he was young, ''This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize, he said peace wasn't an achievement, it was a responsibility.'' he threw the paper on the table, ''See, stuff like that gives me trust issues.''Alexander Pierce and Nick were friends back in the day. ''We have to stop the launch.'' Natasha Romanoff said as always down to business. Now Nick and Captain America were arguing, and Steve brought the situation with Bucky, Y/N's heart sank to her chest. ''Look, I didn't know about Barnes.'' Nick replied, trying to calm Steve, ''Even if you had known.. would you told me? Would you even care to tell it to us?'' eyes were on Y/N, most of them didn't know the love affair Y/N and Bucky had, but she told Nat a year ago.

Next morning they all dressed up, Steve stole his old uniform from the museum, Sam was give a pair of wings, Natasha had a high-tech shapeshifting device. Y/N and Maria had agent uniforms, Steve and Sam were fighting in the field, Y/N was covering Maria because she took over the computers. 2 flashdrivers were inserted ,nto 2 helicarries, ''Two down one to go.''  Y/N said to Cap through the device on their ears, but the Winter Soldier showed up, he was expected to. He broke Sam's wings, Y/N was helping Maria and she heard Steve talking to bucky, ''People are gonna die Buck, I can't let that happen.'' Last night Y/N looked to the stars and made a promise, after this if Bucky was still alive she was going to make him remember them. She knew in her heart that Bucky would never give up on her. ''Please don't make me do this.'' Steve said desperately.

      Finally they took down the Zola's Algorithm but the helicarrie which Steve and Bucky were in under attack and they were going to crash to the lake. ''I'm going to the lake Maria, don't come after me!'' Y/N had hope that they were still alive, she couldn't handle losing them again, she reloaded her guns and took off. When she arrived she couldn't believe her eyes, Bucky was alive and he was dragging Steve out of the water, he saw her standing. ''You saved him.'' Y/N said smiling, strand of thick black hair, still wet fell across his deep blue eyes. He dropped Steve, Y/N slowly got close to him. ''Do you remember me Buck?'' She asked daring to hope, ''You are the woman I delivered a letter.'' he replied like he was reporting a mission. ''I'm more than that. You saved Steve because you know who he is, he is your bestfriend. At my house you didn't kill me because you remembered who I am.'' now she was right in front of him. She reached to cup his wet cheeks, it was something she missed, ''Please say something.'' he didn't know what to do or to say, a beautiful woman was crying and begging for him to speak. He held her hands, looked into her eyes, he felt a warm thing spreading in his chest. ''All I know is that you are someone I used to know. I need time to remember who I am, don't follow me. I'm no good for you.'' He said and turned to leave, Y/N held his arm, it was the flesh one and after all these years it felt good to feel his warm skin. ''It doesn't matter where you go Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, I will always find you.''

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