Can I Request A Hannibal X Reader Fic Where She's His Wife And One Evening Will Randomly Shows Up At

Hi! I absolutely love your fanfics.. this is my first time requesting, if requests are open. I'm feeling awful today after my second covid shot haha and I was wondering.. can you do a request of how Hannibal would react to and tend to a S/O who age regresses? Not super young but like regresses to 10 or 12 to destress or cope. If this isn't something you can do, that's totally okay! thank you! @little-dollfie​

Warnings; Fluff.

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A/n; Thank you for this request. I love it when Hannibal takes care of the reader. Enjoy. Sorry for any typos.

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    This week has been the worst for you, you were triggered constantly and your boyfriend Hannibal was too busy to help you, or maybe he ignored you? These thoughts and the things you’ve been through made you emotional. Now you were on the floor of your shared living room, you had a coloring book where you kept hidden in the back of your shared closet in the bedroom –Hannibal definitely knew that but didn’t say anything- everyone had their own ways to cope with pain and traumas and your way was to do comforting things like you did when you were a child. If the weather was good you would go to a playground and swing, pick flowers for Hannibal to put them in the kitchen counter, playing video games, etc. Pulling your coloring book out of its hiding place meant that you had enough and the daily life was too much for you.

Hannibal came home late because when he left his office Jack Crawford called and he was needed in a crime scene, after spending and hour there he decided to go home and rest. He was a busy man but he always had time for you, throughout the day you usually call him on his breaks and have a small chat, or bring him lunch, he takes you to cinema, art exhibitions, theatre, etc. He knew that he would find you in a stressed position, he walked in and threw his keys to the bowl, took off his long coat and washed his hands before he walked to the living room.

You were on the ground coloring when he saw you, ‘’Hello love.’’ He said and approached to you, watching you sway your legs and humming a tune. ‘’Hello!’’ you said excited, you were in love with this man. ‘’What are you coloring?’’ he kindly asked and sat next to you and looked at the paper, ‘’It’s a butterfly.’’ You said focusing on the paper, eye brows knitted. ‘’It is a beautiful butterfly, and good choice of colors Y/N. I’m proud of you.’’ You looked up to meet his maroon eyes to see if he was lying or not. He looked achingly loving and vulnerable all at once. You jumped to give him a tight hug, ‘’Hannibal I-‘’ you were going to explain what happened but he patted your back, ‘’I know love, I know.’’ He hugged you like there was no tomorrow, like you were the only one for him, he caressed your cheeks, kissed your forehead with his plump lips. ‘’Are you hungry? We can have breakfast for dinner and watch your favorite cartoon show.’’ He knew how to make you comfortable all the time, you felt loved and appreciated. ‘’Yes yes yes! Thank you!’’

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. 

Thank you for reading :)

Coffee Shop

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

Warnings; None.

Words; 622

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

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Chapter One

Day One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2

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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!! 

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Chapter 1

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

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

(flashback)

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

(flashback ends)

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

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

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

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

Girl I read all of the chapter of love thy enemy at 3am. Loved it!!! I love how you had Feyd say “don’t use the voice on me” because girl I have him say that in my own head fictions. Along with reader saying “I don’t want to use the voice on you because I love you.”

Also, are we going to get flashbacks of kid Feyd and kid reader? I want to see the origins of his love for her!

Also please add to the tag list!

Hello little dove, thank you so much for your kind words, yes we’ll see their flashbacks as children. Of course i’ll tag you to the next chapters. Stay tuned. 🕊️ xxx

Mrs. Lecter

It's a Hannibal imagine where y/n is his wife and very "similar" to his husband. She may sound like a typical housewife(I was thinking Grace Hargreeves vibes) but Will, Jack and pretty much everyone who meets her(besides Hannibal) are afraid to even look her in the eye. What do you think? @ateliefloresdaprimavera​ 

Hannibal x Female Reader

Drabble

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

Y/N Lecter was outside grocery shopping, she had her long black skirt and dark red velvet blaouse, she had lether gloves, her high heels were creating confident sounds on the floor, she loved the looks she was getting, her Y/H/C hair was done 40s style, she always had makeup on whenever she went out. Hannibal wanted special ingredients for today’s dinner. Y/N wanted to surprise him by preapring lunch and bringing it to FBI headquorters, he was working with the FBI, Y/N smirked, he was right under their noses and they still couldn’t figure it out. Y/N knew everything about his past and present and she still got married to him, he actually expected her to run away screaming but she got married to him.

Y/N got into his car, it was a gift from Hannibal on her birthday, since her husband was working with the FBI she was allowed to come in, she knew he would be at Jack Crawford’s office, she had a bag of food and a coffee she got from Hannibal’s favorite coffee shop. She knocked on the brown door and walked in, as she thought Hannibal was there with Jack, Will and Alana, some fiels were on Jack’s table she caught a glimps of pictures of a dead man, murdered. ‘’Y/N?’’ Hannibal looked surprised, which was something rare, Y/N smiled ear to ear, ‘’I brought you lunch. Hello every one.’’ She formally greeted the others, her movements and facial expression was always cold and collective for others but Hannibal, she knew that whenever she walked into a room people’s eyes were on her, she never got informal with people, they were just toys for her and her husband to play. ‘’Thank you my love.’’ He stood up to give her a gentle kiss on her cheek, Hannibal was a traditional man who only show affection by touching her hand or kissing her cheek in public, however when they were alone he was a hungry beast. ‘’What a thougtful gesture.’’ Jack said as he sat down, no one dared to look her in the eye, her eye colour was strange, people didn’t like to stare at her more than necessary, Hannibal held her hand, rubbing it smoothly, ‘’I’ll see you at home.’’ She said goodbye to everyone and kissed her husband on his cheek. Jack suddenly noticed that they knew nothing about Y/N Lecter, he decided look into it. Hannibal opened the door for her and when she left he closed it, got back to his seat, ‘’You have a rather intimidating wife Doctor Lecter.’’ Will Graham said, pushed back his curly hair and looked at Hannibal’s maroon eyes, he saw amusement in them, 

‘’Yes, she is.’’ he had a confident smile on his plump lips. 

Thank you for reading. :)

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; How i missed yu guys! Finally im free from family issues and i can continue this series. I hope you enjoy it. SMUT in the future chapters, i promise, don't forget to share your thoughts with me. xxx

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Warnings; Baron being a weirdo.

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Chapter Five ''A Delicious Meal''

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

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

His mind wandered to a distant memory…

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

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

Time to impress.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’Shall we sleep?’’

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Sweet Serial Killer

Hi! I’d love to request a Hannibal/Ginger OC smutty story I’ve had in my head for a long time. Maybe you like the idea, too. OC is a really famous psychologist from Britain and gets hired by Jack to help Hannibal. He finds her really interesting but she kinda noticed that something odd with him and “investigates” on her own while she gets noticed by another killer who targets her. Hannibal saves her, escapes to Florence, tried to persuade her to stay & showing her the beauty of killing. :) ♥️  @negans-attagirl​

Warnings: Smut! +18, Kidnapping, mention of killing.

This is a Hannibal one shot request! Sorry for any typos. Love u all! Sorry it’s a little long.

‘’She’ll be here  today. She promied.’’ Jack Crawford said with a hint of self-doubt, Hannibal and Will were in Jack’s office waiting Jack’s friend from Britain. Y/N Y/L/N was a famous psychologist all around the world and for years she workd for he authorities to help them create profiles of serial killers. Jack workd with her 5 years ago so that’s how they became friends but he wasn’t sure if she would actually show up, on the phone she sounded tired and reluctant. Before she came to the office Hannibal got a sense of sweet smell of vanilla and the door of Jack’s office opened by a young woman who had long ginger hair, Hannibal observed the woman who just walked in. She had professional clothes, a black pencil skirt, dark purple blose and high heels which gave her hips a feminen shape. Her face was troubling him because she wasn’t giving any emotion to them. ‘’Long time no see.’’ Jack greeted her with a warm hug and Hannibal noticed the warm smile on her lips. ‘’Let me introduce you to your new team. This is Will Graham,’’ Will gave her a short hand shake, ‘’And this is Doctor Hannibal Lecter. Our psychiatrist.’’ Hannibal stood up to greet her respectfully. ‘’Your reputation preceds you Doctor Lecter. Pleasure to meet you.’’ Young woman gave her a formal smile, ‘’I can say the same Doctor Y/L/N, I’ve read all of your articles.’’ He said confidently, ‘’I hope I didn’t bore you?’’ she joked. ‘’Nothing you write can bore me. Please, sit by me.’’ He offered the white couch next to his.

Jack gave her a file of what they knew about this killer, she gazed through pages and rolled her eyes, ‘’Male in late 30s, killing women, tell me something new Jack. This is boring.’’

Hannibal was shocked by her bold attitude, he heard stories of her being a wild woman and he could see the posibility of those stories being true.

‘’It gets interesting Y/N, this man only kills rich women and after he is done he paints on their bodies.’’ He put several pictures on the table. Women had famous paintings on their bodies,

‘’ Allegory of Spring by Sandro Botticelli, Summer by Jacopo Tintoretto, Venus and The Lute Player by Titan…’’

‘’What do you see?’’ Will asked her, ‘’This man is obsessed with renaissance paintings and he is quite good at painting. He needs time and silence to paint these, somewhere he can be himself, a place that he can hide the body. I need an office to profile him.’’ She said as she was standing, Hannibal could see that she was admiring the killer’s work, like he did.

Jack was about to speak, however Hannibal was quick, ‘’You can work in my office, we could work together to share ideas and catch this killer.’’ He offered kindly and could not help but sound dominant.

Y/N shrugged her shoulder, ‘’Fine. Let’s go.’’

Hannibal took her to his office, cancled all his meetings with his patientens. It was the first time she saw an office this big and aesthetically pleasing, the red walls held paintings, there was a ladder to upstairs which was a big library, it was a cold Baltimore day so Hannibal lit the fireplace, ‘’I’ve always recommend a glass of red wine before paperwork.’’ She her coat on a grey single couch, ‘’Yes please.’’

His desk was unbelievebly tidy, and clean, everything looked shiny, there was another small table close to fireplace, ‘’You can work there.’’ He said while pouring the red wine into thin glassess, she put her stuff on her new table. Instead of sitting she started to walk around, ‘’Can I see the upstairs? I love walking among books.’’ Hannibal extended her the glass, ‘’Of course Y/N, may I call you Y/N?’’ she took the glass, their fingers brushed for a second, ‘’Sure Hannibal.’’ She climbed the wooden stairs and gazed at the shelves. Most of his books were psychology and medicine related, however she saw classics as well. ‘’I take it that you like my office?’’ he was standing and watching her. ‘’Correct. It is like a museum and quiet honestly, I love your aesthetics. So gothic.’’

‘’Thank you.’’

She came down, ‘’Shall we start?’’ she settled on the table, the heat from the fireplace was soothing, there was a space between them so she could only see his back.

She got files from Jack and she was taking notes, trying to come up with ideas. She tied her messy ginger hair into a bun, few strands of hair found their way out, Hannibal came to her table. The red light coming from the fireplace made her look like she was the goddess Hestia, ‘’Join me for dinner.’’ He came to talk about their job but this came out of his mouth. She looked up to meet his brown eyes, he looked cordial,

‘’You don’t have to-‘’

‘’Please, I would love to have you over for dinner.’’

Y/N heard his dinner parties and secretly wanted to be a guest but she never had the opportunity before.

He was a confident man, she could see that and his presence made everyone be aware of what kind of a person he was, strong, mysterious, his gentleman behaviour didn’t go unnoticed.

‘’I would love that.’’ She tried to not show any excitement however, Hannibal read her face before she could turn her head.

After a week of working with the FBI Y/N got a letter to her hotel room;

O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my luve, Though it were ten thousand mile.

It was a poem written by Robert Burns , she brought the letter to FBI but they couldn’t find any prints.

‘’What does he mean by this poem?’’ Jack asked confused, ‘’I might have a theory.’’ All eyes were on Hannibal now. ‘’The poet, very artistically draws a picture of his profound love. He paints this picture with intense emotions. The speaker compares his beloved with “a red rose” and “sweet melody” to intensify his deep feelings for her. I think that our killer has eyes on Y/N.’’

She dropped the glass she was holding, she worked to create profiles of killers for years but this never happened to her before, ‘’What??’’

 Will helped her sit, ‘’We could use this, we could use her as a bait.’’ Jack as always was too interested in his work. Hannibal was standing next to her, he knew she needed comfort so he placed his hand gently on her shoulder.  ‘’What do you think Y/N?’’ He asked because he wanted her consent on this,  ‘’Jack is right. But how?’’

‘’We have to wait for another contact. He’ll try to talk to you. When he does we can work from there.’’ Jack simply said, ‘’But for now you can’t change your location. Don’t worry I’ll send people to look after you in that hotel.’’

Later Hannibal took her outside to get fresh air, it was a snowy day. Hannibal watched her cheeks and tip of her nose become red. ‘’I will come visit you to keep you company, if you want of course.’’

Y/N chuckled at how gentle he was, ‘’Am I amusing you?’’ he asked jokingly, ‘’Little bit, in a good way.’’ She confessed, he gave her a hug. Her head was on his chest, she could hear his heart beating, he caressed her soft ginger hair, he could smell the vanilla scent, it was a soothing smell to him. ‘’Don’t worry,’’ he whispered, ‘’I will protect you.’’ She could smell his parfume, it was intoxicating so she had to pull back to keep the professionalism. As they walked inside back she had this sudden feeling of chill in her body, like she was being watched by someone she looked back to see anything but there was no one.

It was late when she arrived at her hotel room, it was dark inside so she turned on the lights, threw her jacket somewhere and when to the bathroom to run herself a hot bath, she deserved it after all. She opened the bathroom door and she was about to walk in when she felt something covering her nose and mouth, the smell was strong and the last thing she knew was falling into someone’s arms.

Hannibal Lecter was at his home playing his harpsicord when he had a text message, it was from an unknown number. ‘’She is mine, forever. Don’t try to find her body because I will hide her somewhere safe, somewhere you cannot reach Doctor Lecter, or you can join me. The choice is yours.’’

First thing he did was calling Will and explaining what happened, later they find out that Y/N wasn’t at her hotel room.

Y/N felt she was cold, she opened her eyes to see the wooden roof, ‘’Where am I?’’ she couldn’t move or speak but she was awake, she was hearing Mozart’s Lacrimosa. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oESM64gU5M&t=131s)

A tear left her eye and she saw a tall man with blue eyes looking at her, ‘’Shh, there is no need to cry Y/N,’’ he wiped the tear away, touched her soft ginger hair, ‘’You will be my masterpiece.’’ He had a clean shaven face, he had dark circles under his still blue eyes. She wanted to speak but was unable to, she was on a cold surface, her hands and feet were tied. ‘’Do you want to see yourself my love?’’

It wasn’t a question, he pressed a button and that surface she was on started to move, she saw a mirror right in front of her, she was naked and there was a painting on her abdomen. ‘’I haven’t finished yet but do you like it?’’ His voice was so calm, like they were good old friends who were just hanging out and it triggered her fight or flight mode, however she couldn’t do either.

She had to admit, he was a good painter. He wasn’t done but she could see that it was the replica of The Rapture of Psyche,

‘’Your pupils just dialeted…’’ he sounded shocked, ‘’You love my painting. I knew you would understand, you and Hannibal are different, I’m sure he has told you what kind of a monster he was,’’ he looked at her and understood that she was clueless. ‘’Oh you don’t know? This is going to be fun.’’ He pulled a brown stool and sat close to her abdomen and kept painting, ‘’Doctor Hannibal Lecter is many things, a well respected psychiatrist, a good friend and a marvelous mentor. I was his patient once, he let me came out of my shell, helped me with my first kill and look at me, I’m living my dream.’’  Throughout the days she noticed that Hannibal was a unique man, she went to his place for cooking once and the way he looked at her told her everything. He was hiding something, he wanted to share it with her at that moment but he couldn’t, something stopped him. ‘’I’m his creation, and you are mine, he has impact on everyone he encounters with, in a way he led you to me.’’ She could feel the soft brush on her skin, the wetness of the paints. She was crying without making any sound, ‘’Do you know how I kill women? Of course you do, after I’m done painting I inject my special cocktail in their veins and they die, just like sleeping. There is no pain.’’ Her life flashed before her eyes, every choice, every path she took ended her here, there was no hope, she was going to die in here and her friends will be the ones who will find her, she felt her cheeks get wet. He stoode up, looked at her entire body, ‘’Beautiful..’’ he whispered, and went to get his injection, ‘’Just so you know, you are the most smartest and the most beautiful woman I have ever met Y/N, I wish we had more time-‘’ ‘’You don’t have to tell her that, she knows her worth.’’

A sound came from the back, ‘’Hannibal?’’ she thought with relief but she remembered what this killer said and her body shivered.  ‘’I knew you would come. Shall we finish her together?’’ The blue eyed man said smiling, she could hear Hannibal walk towards them, she saw two men coming face to face, ‘’Not this time.’’ and Hannibal, with a quick hand movement took the injection from him and slit his throat with a small knife he had under his sleeve. She watch the gush of blood spill on her naked body, and watched the man fall to the ground. She was shocked but what surprised her the most was how calm Hannibal was, what that man said was true, it wasn’t his first kill. Hannibal turned to her, cut the ropes on her hands and feet, looked at the painting for a second and his brown eyes met her Y/E/C eyes, ‘’Like I said before, I will always protect you.’’ it was a promise. He took of his jacket and laid it on her naked body, later he took her body into his arms and left the abandoned farm they were in. FBI was outside and he took her to the ambulance, she had no bruises and the thing he injected her to make her not move was losing it’s effect quickly. As people were checking her she held Hannibal’s tie, ‘’D- don’t go.’’ He stayed in that ambulance  and held her hand while paramedics did their job, he had this instinct to be around her all the time, protect her and keep her safe. It wasn’t a paternal feeling, it was something else. Later that night Jack told Hannibal to take Y/N with him, ‘’She should be in a home instead of a damn hotel room.’’ And Hannibal didn’t complain, he was happy to have her. The car ride was silent, she was still thinking about what happened, she almost died and the things that man said… she let him help her out of the car and they walked inside. She watched her put his keys in a bowl and walking into his livingroom where the fireplace was lit.

‘’Did you listen to what he said?’’ She asked, he was removing his tie, ‘’Yes.’’ He simply answered. ‘’So everything he said was true?’’ She was still naked under his big coat and she felt vulnerable, she wouldn’t be able to run if he tried to attack her, but somehow she also felt safe, she was almost certain that he wouldn’t try to do anything.. almost.‘’Yes, Y/N. Everything he said is true,’’ he took a step towards her and watched her take a step back, ‘’But this will change nothing, I will never hurt you and I will certainly never forgive anyone who lays a finger on you. Even before he said those things about me,’’ he took another step, ‘’deep down you knew it.’’ And another step, ‘’You knew that I was a dangerous man and yet,’’ now her back was pressed against a wall, ‘’you still came to my house, came into my life. There is no going back now little girl,’’ he placed his hand on her cold cheek, ‘’you cannot deny what we have.’’ She found herself pressing her cheek against his big palm, she liked the heat. He came close and gave her a soft kiss, she didn’t move her lips first because still didn’t know what to do, what to say, but she gave in. She kissed him back, his hand went to her hair, he wanted to be rough, she could feel it but he was holding back, he removed the jacket she had and pulled back. ‘’I will run you a bath, come with me.’’

She didn’t care that she was naked, she held his hand and together they walked the stairs.As he was filling the tub she looked around, it was a big place, everything looked expensive. There was a tall mirror, the painting was still on her body, she looked tired, her hair looked wild, Hannibal came and held her close to him. His hands wraped around her, he placed a kiss on her shoulder, ‘’Let’s get you cleaned up.’’ For minutes there was no sound, he was cleaning her abdomen with a lufa. Her eyes were closed, she was enjoying the moment, ‘’How long have you been killing people?’’ she asked which stopped him and made him look at her. ‘’Do not worry yourself with small details Y/N, let me take care of you, I have plans for us.’’ After the long bath he helped her out, wrapped her body with a black towle, when he was done he held her shoulders, eyes never leaving her Y/E/C. The steam in the room made his face shine, ‘’You take my bed, I will sleep in the guest room.’’ he figured she might want to be alone for the night, he was wrong. She raised on her tiptoes and kissed him, ‘’Don’t leave me.’’ She whispered into his ear and he felt his entire body go numb. She found herself pressed against the edge of the marble sink, legs were open and he was in between them. Their kiss wasn’t like the first one, this was more intense, more desperate. She jumped to his lap and he took them out of the bathroom, now they were in his big bedroom. He laid her on the satin dark blue sheets, her golden hair spread on the pillow, ‘’A sight only to my eyes..’’ he thought.

He removed her black towle and she helped him took off his clothes, even though he was older than her he looked good. He wasn’t beefy but he was fit, he looked at her and saw the raw feeling of lust, he was not disappointed. ‘’Spread your legs for me love.’’ He frist kissed her breasts, sucked the tits and toyed with them, didn’t forget to leave bruises and he came to her belly, gave her soft kisses and heard her sweet moans, she was like a cat. It made him smile, he came down slowly, it was torture to both of them but he liked it, he could get the scent of her wet cunt and it sent waves of excietment to his body but he wanted to please her first, she had a horrible night and he wanted to take care of her, show her she that she can trust him completely and give in to him, no questions asked. He found her clit and and started to play with it swas sensual and slow, his other hand was squeezing her thigh. He could see that she was enjoying herself so he moved his fingers to labia up and down, left and right, she was so wet he was fighting his inner demons to stay calm. Her breathing was louder so he was on good track, he came closer and blew his hot breath on her sensetive cunt and she was writhing under his spell.  

And now he was givig small licks to all around he clitoris, he just teased her few times and later he used his tongue, he was building the pressure. Her hand went to his hair, pulled hard but he didn’t complain, in fact he was turned on. ‘’You liked that love?’’ He looked up to meet her eyes, ‘’You like my tongue on you?’’ she couldn’t speak for a second and he slapped her thigh, ‘’I asked you a question little girl.’’‘’Y- yes! Please..’’His fingers were running down on her thighs as he was eating her he grabbed them hard and she arched her back. He slowly inserted a finger into her wet pussy, he was moving it  in and out, her reaction made him curl his finger up towards her g-spot. He didn’t forget to give her clitoris some love too, he added another finger and got faster because even though it was their first time he could see that she was getting close. He kept penetrating and eating her until she came, her legs were shaking and she was out of breath. His chin was covered with her cum and it sent heath to her cheeks. He climbed on her to gave her a slow kiss. His hard cock was on her stomach, craving for attention.

‘’I want you Hannibal.’’ She said looking into his eyes, trying to read his mind, ‘’Your wish is my command love.’’ He smirked. She opened her legs again, he placed his cock on her entrance, she could feel the precum. ‘’I will be gentle at first, warn me if I hurt you.’’ This man just ate her out like a starved mortal minutes ago but know he was concerned and looked worried. She could see he was bigger than any other men she slept with but she could take it. He slowyl inserted himself in her, and his eyes never left her, it was so intimate that she felt she could cum right there. He was balls deep in her and pulled back slowly, slammed back little faster, her whimpers were music to his ears and he got faster. Her long nails left red marks on his back and he licked how that felt, she could be though and next time he promised himself to let her dominant side shine. Hannibal was a man who never showed his true side and his true intentions but he felt like this woman could understand her, and maybe he could draw her into his darkness.

Their bodies had their own thoughts, they were moving together and their rhythm was unique. ‘’Hannibal…’’ she moaned his name countless times, ‘’You are so thight Y/N..’’ he was shocked to see that Y/N had this effect on him. ‘’Come on my cock.’’ He could feel her coming closer, they were panting and covered in sweat, ‘’You can do it again darling, I know it. Yes, that’s right.. come on my cock like a good girl.’’ And she saw stars, he didn’t pull out, came in her, it was like there was primitive man in him, ‘’Mine..’’ he thought. He kissed her and pulled out. ‘’Come to Florance with me.’’ He said which shocked himself, ‘’W- what?’’‘’I want to show you everything about myself, my path is dark but… with you, I think we can do it together. Be my partner in crime.’’Y/N didn’t exactly know what would happen but she didn’t want to live all alone in her house. She always wanted to on an adventure and the adventure found her.

Thank you for reading!

I really love your "Love Thy Enemy" fic! The world building is so perfect, Feyd's characterization really fits the one in the movie too. Looking forward for the newest chapter!!! 🤍

Hi! Thank you so much, i also writing Feyd and i love his character and don’t worry the series will continue 🤍

Hiii i like your story so much.. would you continue Hannibal x female!avenger!reader part 2? Where it takes place after the snap which 5 years later when everyone that turned to dust already come back and Hannibal come back to search for her. Thank you.. And I hope you have a amazing night!!

A/N; Hi! Thank you so much for suggesting this, I had fun writing. Sorry for any typos, enjoy!

This fanfictin is a continuation of this fic; https://shegatsby.tumblr.com/post/636415824576528384/losing-him

(aww he is too cute here)

Y/N's days after the snap became so dull and regular. She would wake up, have breakfast which is a piece of bread and coffee, black. She wouldn't eat anything for lunch and when it's night she would order take out. Hannibal was the one who used to cook in the house, eversince his death she couldn't bring herself to cook. Over the time the kitchen's cabinets got dusty, the carpest felt raw under her feet.

Slowly, she withdraw from her friends and family members, all she did was work, come home, sleep and repeat.

Little did she knew that this will chance soon.

Recently there were news about people who passed away 5 years ago are coming back to life. The HQ of SHIELD was buzzing with new information and crisis that she had to be quick with her job.

That day, she decided to walk from her job to her home, it was a warm day and she needed a long walk to clear her head.

The streets were busy, highschool teenagers were getting off busses to go to their homes to their families... she wanted to have her own family with Hannibal one day... how stupid she was.

As she kept walking, her head low, she noticed that she was close to her door she lifted her weary head to look up and gasped in shock. She had to take a step back, her hand on her chest, she could feel her heart about to jump out of her rib cage. There he was, sitting on the stairs, waiting for her.

''Hannibal..'' she whispered, couldn't believe her eyes. Was this real?

Hannibal bolted to his feet and didn't say anything just ran to her and wrapped his arms around her. Felling her warmth once again,

''My love.'' he said with a shaky breath, she broke down, years of burden on her shoulders, years of pain and torture has come to an end and she finally let go, her tears made her vision blurry. Hannibal pulled back a little to touch her warm face, ''No, no, please,'' he started to cry too, as soon as he opened his eyes again he had only one thing on his mind, to find his love. ''We are together again. We're given a second chance and I'll not be a fool, I'll make this work for both of us.'' he promised. He leaned in to kiss her sweet lips, damn it felt good to taste those lips once again, they give him life. Foreheads touching he exhaled, ''I love you.''

Thank you for reading. :)