Would You Ever Write For Hannible From Movie,Charles Lee Ray,Vincent Sinclair, Or Mark Hoffman?

Love Thy Enemy

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

A/N: Hello little doves! We're coming closer to the finish line with this fic. Maybe 2 chapters left, so enjoy! Don't worry I have other ideas about our Na-Baron ;) (Tag List is open! Let me know if i forgot to tag you or if you changed your handle, cus i can’t find some of ya’ll sometimes 🥲)

Warnings: Smut continous!

Words: 2.308K

Chapter Fourteen

 He knew his size so he tried his best but the animal inside of him was clawing to take over, to give in to his instincts. He tried to focus on her, on her face, on her body, on the way she felt around him, he tried to keep his movements measured, even as the need for more grew stronger with each moment. It was a battle of wills, a struggle against himself and he tried to stay the course. As she had gotten used to the rhythm she knew the look on his face, he was controlling himself, she knew that he wanted to be rough, ‘’Feyd,’’ she moaned, ‘’Faster..’’ his eyes darkened with the last sentence, his body responding instantly. Hearing her say ‘’Faster.’’ Sent a spark through him, and the wild animal inside of him started to break free. She was challenging him, making him lose control,  and the animal inside him wanted to rise to the challenge. Feyd felt her trust in him, and that only made him want her more and he started to pick up the pace, his body moving with a new intensity. She moaned in pleasure and shock, she was once again reminded of how strong he was, her hands went to his muscular chest, her tits bouncing with the fast rhythm, Feyd grabbed her wrists tightly with one hand and pinned them above her head, he wanted to take her, dominate her, ‘’I trust you..’’ she managed to say, she wanted to see him lose control. Something in him snapped, his control slipped, broken by the trust Y/N put in him. The animal within him took over completely, no longer held back by anything. He pulled out for a moment, flipping her around her stomach, and pushed her into the bed, he pinned her arms behind her back with one hand. She obliged, had no other choice. Feyd leaned down and growled into her ear, ‘’I’m going to show you what it means to belong to me.’’ And then he pushed in her, filling her with one harsh push. Feyd’s need for her consuming him, he was slamming into her relentlessly, ‘’My little dove..’’  only thing he cared about was getting as deep as he could. The animal side of him was in total control, and he was driven by nothing but the primal need to possess his wife, to make her his own. His words are harsh, breathless, and desperate. ‘’You’re mine, all mine. Don’t fight back, just take it like a good little wife you are.’’

He spanked her ass with his free hand, his hand coming down with a  loud slap. He was in complete control, fueled solely by the primal need to dominate her. ‘’You’re going to take what I give you my little wife.’’  Their skin slapped with each movement, their moans and whimpers filling the air, he could feel she was close again, he kept spanking her, he was adoring the way she let him do this.

Feyd was close, watching her ass jiggle, the sound of their skin collapsing was too much and, his free hand stopped slapping her ass cheek and found its way on her clit, he wanted her to come with him, ‘’Give me another one sweet wife.’’ He was towering her, his lips on her ear and he bit her earlobe,

‘’How did it feel to watch me fight today?’’ he asked with his raspy voice and she was whimpering under him, her body started to shake like it did before, ‘’That’s it!’’ he encouraged his wife, ‘’Come for me little dove.’’ His hand rubbing her clit and his monster cock in her drove her mad and she felt her release like the waves crushing to the shore, she was gushing and also felt Feyd release himself in her core. They were a hot mess, sheets were soaked underneath them.

Even though it was their second time having sex in this 2 month old marriage it was as if their bodies and souls had met years ago. For once Feyd-Rautha appreciated the Bene Gesserit for matchmaking, although he had his eyes on her since their childhood the witches of Bene Gesserit were onto something. He needed no one but her.. and their child.

Feyd got up and carefully lifted her numb body, carried his wife to the bathroom, there was a grey marble tub, big enough for both of them and he filled it with warm water and then placed her inside. He poured the oils he liked on her skin and hair, rose and lavender. Those had never grown in Giedi Prime but whenever Y/N visited the planet she smelled like those scents so as a child and in his teenage years he looked forward to her visits, just to be in her presence… she had no idea how he had waited and yearned for her.

Later he got into the tub, her back was on his chest so he started to brush her wonderful hair, he always wanted to do that, ‘’I have always admired your hair.’’ He found himself admitting, the almighty Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was nothing but a soft man with her, ‘’Really?’’ she asked curious, she figured it out before when he kept looking at her hair or smelling her head. ‘’I like the way it bounces and captures the perfumes and oils you wear.’’ His large hands were so soothing, massaging her scalp, ‘’Hmm..’’ she hummed in pure bliss, Feyd’s hand went to her stomach, he still couldn’t believe she was carrying their first child. He was going to be a father. He remembered his own father, Abulurd Rabban, Baron’s step-brother. He didn’t realize he huffed in discomfort, ‘’What’s wrong?’’ she asked turning her head, she saw him on her peripheral vision, he seemed… sad.

‘’I just remembered my father.’’

She felt a stone drop in her stomach, she remembered the book she had found back in Giedi Prime’s dark fortress,

Emmie Rabban’s cause of death: Matricide

Abulurd Rabban’s cause of death: Patricide

‘’What do you remember about him?’’ she asked carefully, Feyd’s hand still on her stomach, rubbing gently, ‘’I was taken to my uncle when I was an infant so I only know the stories of him.’’ He began and Y/N let him speak, ‘’He became the Count of Lankiveil, there he fell in love with my mother…’’ he paused which caught her attention, her heart started to beat faster, was her fate going to be the same as his mother?‘’Emmi Rabban, was her name. She was from House Rabban, a minor House. After the marriage my father renounced the Harkonnen name and took up my mother’s family name.’’ To her core she felt the love they had for each other, no man in their right mind would take his wife’s House name. He must have been madly in love to lose his powerful and prestigious name. ‘’Maybe I can make you an Atreides.’’ She joked to lighten the mood and Feyd chuckled deeply, ‘’What happened to your father?’’ she asked as if she didn’t know that he was patricide. ‘’Baron ordered Glossu to kill him.’’ He said, his voice flat, ‘’I am so sorry Feyd.’’ She whispered and fully turned to him, splashing water to the ground but she didn’t care, she sat on his lap, it made sense because Glossu Rabban was much older than him but Emmi Rabban had died years later. Could it be him? Y/N also realized that Feyd started to address his uncle and brother as Baron and Glossu Rabban, her Bene Gesserit instincts were telling her that he was starting to drop the blood bind that he shared with them. Y/N’s hand went to his pale face, the back of her fingers brushed his cheek, he seemed a man tortured, she didn’t want to imagine what kind of manipulative lessons he got from Baron, what kind of sick and twisted teachings he had to go under, ‘’Feyd?’’ she whispered softly, ‘’Hmm?’’ he was leaning to her touch, ‘’What happened to your mother?’’ she asked directly, Feyd froze for a second, in his deep ocean eyes she could see the hesitation. She was about to find out. ‘’I used to see her, as much as Baron let me see her.’’ He began, Y/N held her breath. ‘’As I reached my teenage years I started to sneak into her planet, more often than the Baron wished. He was afraid that I might run away and live with her. Gods knew I did,’’ he exhaled, ‘’I wanted to live with her so bad and he knew.’’ She could hear the agony in his raspy voice, his child like image came to her mind, wanting to be with his only living parent. It broke her heart. Y/N kept her silence so that he would explain further, the scent of lavender and rose made them more relaxed and loose, it was a rare moment to see him like this.

‘’One day, I was visiting her again, apparently Baron’s spies were everywhere, that they I learned it in a harsh way.’’ Y/N held her breath, ‘’I was getting ready to leave, she kissed my cheek and held my face in her warm palms until her nose started to bleed, her palms got colder quickly, and she fell to the floor,’’ Feyd’s eyes were looking away from her, focused on a spot in the grand bathchamber, ‘’Baron had made my personal chef put a certain substance in my food that anyone touched me in 12 hours they would get poisoned, it was a type where it didn’t have any effect on the consumer. I could do nothing to stop it.’’

Y/N’s Bene Gesserit senses were telling her that he was off the hook, he was the one who caused it but he was unaware of it. Her human side was aching in agony, this poor boy must have felt that he was the reason and blamed himself for years and years. She held his face in her palms, like his mother did. ‘’It wasn’t your fault.’’ She said softly, ‘’I am aware of that-‘’

‘’It wasn’t your fault Feyd.’’ She meant it, every word and with that Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, the fearsome Na-Baron of Giedi Prime, the Whip of Arrakis (that’s what the Fremen addressed him as) started to shake violently, as if the years of pain and self blame surfaced and his buried his face in his wife’s neck, pulling her harshly and tears left his ocean blue eyes.

All she could do was to be there and hug him, their naked bodies clung to each other, they became one, their souls pouring to each other’s hearts. In that moment she swore to herself that it was just her and him, and their little baby.. in her mind’s eye she saw a vision, Feyd was holding a baby in his arms and Y/N was holding the other… in that moment her Bene Gesserit trainings told her that she was carrying twins and she decided on the babies gender, a boy and a girl and she was going to suggest to name them as Emmi and Abulurd to honor her husband’s parents and pay a homage to them. They died but their names shall live in their grandchildren.

The very next morning Feyd woke up early, in fact he didn’t get much sleep, his dark and twisted mind was alert, making plans to save his wife and child, little did he know that there was an extra one. He remembered the conversation he had with his wife’s father, Duke Leto Atreides on the wedding day,

‘’Duke Leto,’’ he called for him, ‘’May we speak in private?’’ it was before the arena.

‘’Yes, we may.’’ And Feyd took him to his study. ‘’Do not have any fear for your daughter’s future for I am her provider and protector starting today. She will be taken care of the way she wishes. Not a strand of her hair will be harmed. You have my word.’’ And he bowed respectfully.

Leto looked at him different than the day his daughter was taken. Today he was going to be his son-in-law, the father of his future grandchildren, ‘’If you need anything,’’ Leto began, ‘’I will be there for you, son.’’ And he hugged Feyd. Feyd wasn’t used to getting hugs or sentimental things from his family members so he was startled at first but he hugged Leto back.

He slowly left the bed, got dressed in black, as usual and he marched to his study room, there he sat and got his personal device to send a voice memo, he hesitated before he pressed the button to record his voice but then he exhaled and pressed the button, the device turned green it was recording.

‘’Greetings Duke Leto Atreides, This is an urgent message, my wife has fled Giedi Prime and came to Arrakis. Due to this action my uncle demands her head,’’ he paused, the gravity of the situation hitting him all at once, ‘’I have promised you that I will keep her safe, and you said if I needed anything you would be there..’’ he had a warm feeling in his chest when he remembered how serious and willing Duke Leto was in that moment and he continued recording his voice, ‘’ I am going to take over Giedi Prime and become it’s rightful Baron. I need your, House Atreides’ support and I need it very soon. Your daughter needs your support… I need your support. Please help us.’’

Asking for help wasn’t something he used to, all his life he never asked for something because his slaves where there for his every need and desires, it wasn’t an easy message to record.

Feyd stopped the record and immediately sent it to Caladan.

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Coffee Shop

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

Warnings; None.

Words; 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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I just had this random idea which I kinda would find interesting with Hannibal.. Reader and Hannibal are online friends, like both live on totally opposite sides of the World, like reader maybe lives in germany or russia or whatever you want. And Hannibal told her he's a killer and reader doesn't believe it. And they decided that they should meet each other cuz they're really getting along(romantically) and reader comes to hannibal. She then finds out Hannibal wasn't really joking and the rest is kinda up to you. :)

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Warnings: Killing.

Her phone buzzed as she was cooking in her apartment in Russia. They were both used to their time difference and learned each others’ habits.

‘’What are you cooking?’’

She sent a quick photo of the stove, she was cooking soup, beef and beet borscht. The color was read, resembling blood, it didn’t bother her.

‘’Darling, If I didn’t know you I’d say you were cooking blood.’’

She laughed at the message, she replied ‘’Not gonna lie, I’ve always wondered the taste of it.’’

After her message, Hannibal raised an eyebrow, could she handle the truth? He wanted to keenly observe her more to see if he could share his secret with her. They have met on an online website and later they shared phone numbers, he even knew her home address, he was sending her gifts every once in a while to surprise her. They got close and Hannibal opened up about his sister’s death and his family dynamics. She also shared her family history. Even though they have never met in person they knew a lot of things about one another. Over the months their friendship started to turn into something else, slight flirtations here and there, Hannibal sending flowers to her work place, which was school. She was a kindergarten teacher who would send photos of her with the kids, he found himself smiling to those photos and he started to save them on a folder he created for her. Every photo she had sent were there, hidden, only for him to look.

She didn’t know how but one day they agreed to meet and Hannibal has always wanted to see Russia. He found himself in front of her door, knocking gently. His palms sweating with excitement.

She opened the door to greet him, she wanted to pick him up from the airport but he said he would get a cab and he already knew the address. ‘’Hannibal..’’ she said with her heart beating at her throat, ‘’Y/N.’’ he said with a calm manner but deep down he was also feeling something, a rush of adrenalin maybe? He wasn’t sure.

Hannibal stayed there for 20 days, Y/N showed him around, made him taste local food and desserts etc. One night, as Hannibal retrieved to his guest room there was a loud knock on the door, he immediately got up from his bed but heard Y/N answered the door, he slowly walked up to his guest room’s door and opened it to hear the conversation or if he needed to step in.

‘’What are you doing here?!’’ she said in an angry tone, the man’s voice replied, ‘’I wanted to see you.’’ He sounded drunk, ‘’Get off me!’’ Y/N said, Hannibal could hear the disgust in her tone and he decided to step out of his room.

‘’Is there a problem Y/N?’’ Hannibal spoke in a calm manner, making sure he stood next to Y/N. He looked at the man before him, tall and blonde man with piercing blue eyes, he had bruises in his face, most likely a trouble maker who belonged to a gang. ‘’No Hannibal-‘’ Y/N’s speech was interrupted by her ex fiancé, ‘’Who the fuck are you?! And what are you doing in my fiancé’s home?!’’ Hannibal was shocked by this knowledge, he didn’t know that Y/N was in a serious relationship before.

‘’Ex fiancé!’’ Y/N corrected.

‘’I believe it is time for you to leave young man. Before something bad happens.’’ Hannibal’s cold tone and demeanor made the guy step back, ‘’I’ll see you later.’’ He said to her and walked away, Y/N closed the door and sighed deeply, ‘’I’m sorry you had to witness that.’’ She felt embarrassed.

‘’Tell me what happened.’’ He said in a demanding way. That night she explained everything to him, the guy’s name was Boris, they were high-school sweethearts who got engaged and then Boris started to affiliate himself with an infamous gang, started drugs and of course cheated on her. Hannibal decided that night that he had to take care of Boris. There wasn’t any room for him in here anymore, Y/N deserved someone better, someone who would do anything for her…

Hannibal lied about his departure date and hired a hotel room just the actual day before he left. That night he took care of Boris and the next morning he got on a flight, Y/N was safe now. That’s all that mattered.

After few week Hannibal and Y/N were face timing, ‘’I haven’t heard from Boris, it is strange. His mother came to me to ask about him. She seemed sad.’’ She was just making conversation but noticed something in Hannibal’s maroon eyes, a glint of victory. He was at his home, in his study room. Y/N was in her bedroom. ‘’Don’t worry, he won’t be bothering you anytime soon.’’ He said as he was taking notes, ‘’What do you mean darling?’’ they had just started to call each other with pet names when Hannibal came to visit her. ‘’He loved to hear her say that word.. darling… she belonged to him now, it was official.

‘’I took care of the situation.’’ He simply said.

‘’Just because he saw you with me doesn’t mean that he is afraid of you Hannibal.’’ She joked but he was serious, ‘’Honey?’’ she asked, ‘’You look like you know something that I don’t.’’

She was laying on her bed but light the yellow light next to her on the night stand,

‘’You have shared all of your secrets with me, have you not?’’ Hannibal began, tonight was the night.

‘’Yes, why?’’ she asked, scared.

‘’Then I must also share one last secret, dear.’’ He said, his calmness made her blood freeze, ‘’Dare to guess it?’’ he asked with a sudden smirk.

‘’No, you didn’t.’’ she calmly replied, she had a guess but it was impossible, wasn’t it?

‘’Yes I did.’’ He said simply and watched her reaction. They stared at each other for few seconds and she hung up the phone and for the next week she didn’t answer his calls or didn’t reply to his messages. He started to get worried but he also understood her. He needed to be more delicate.

To his surprise, one night as he came back from work he parked his car and got out, saw Y/N, on the porch, sitting on the stairs, next to her a small suitcase. She looked up at him, he smiled kindly at her.

‘’Hello love.’’ He walked the stairs and opened the door, left it wide open for her. After few minutes she walked inside and closed the door. He was in the living room, pouring himself and her red wine,

‘’Here.’’ He extended the glass.

Her hands were shaking but she took it, finished the glass and gave it back. ‘’I’ve did some digging, no one knows where Boris is. His friends say he probably overdosed but I don’t believe them.’’

He sat by the fire place, ‘’And you came to me?’’ he liked the fact that she was here, she made his home more alive. ‘’I had to know.’’ She said, voice shaking a bit. ‘’Aren’t you afraid that I might do the same thing that I did to Boris, that waste of life, honestly..’’ he paused, ‘’what made you date him? You know,’’ he stood up, walked up to her which made her take steps back, ‘’there are far more better men than him.’’

‘’Hannibal..’’ her back pressed the near wall, her eyes watery, he lifted his hand, caressed her cheek, ‘’There is nothing in this world that I wouldn’t do for you, love. Even if it means to kill a piece of trash.’’

Her eyes opened wide, she had the feeling but didn’t want to believe it, but all of the evidence showed that Boris was murdered and … he was admitting.

He wiped her tears, ‘’If you didn’t come here willingly I was going to drag you myself so thank you for not tiring me, love. It was about time we become one.’’

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Hi, I don't know if you are still taking request, but I have an idea and I would love to read, were Hannibal just found out he have the first symptoms of parkinson's disease, like his hand are beginning to shake and freak out and try everything he could the hide it from his SO. But somehow she find out and comfort him. @lzzygeekk​

Warnings; Mention of illness.

Pairings; Hannibal Lecter x Reader

OneShot/Drabble

A/n; Hi guys, yes im taking request all the time. Sorry for any typos. Enjoy. 

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Hannibal Lecter was writing a check for his beloved when he first noticed it, his hand writing was something he was proud of, it was unique like everyone else however you always complimented his hand writing and it looked aesthetically pleasing but now he realized there was a slight change, at that moment you were impatiently waiting for him to sign the check and give it to you because you ordered bunch of flowers and you had to the send the check to the company.

After a month of this incident Hannibal was at home cooking for you a nice dinner,  classical music was playing through the stereo inside the kitchen, he had a white wine, he always had a glass of wine when he cooked something. You walked in, ‘’Hi.’’ You smiled brightly, a con in this relationship was that you never worried about food, the first time you stayed at his place he told you that he was the chef in the house and you gladly accepted it. ‘’What are we having my love?’’ you asked as you hugged him from behind, ‘’Boillabassie, a traditional French fish soup is infused with saffron, orange, thyme and chilli.’’ He shortly explained, ‘’And for dessert?’’ you kissed the exposed part of his neck, he had a grey sweater and gray pants. He looked yummy, ‘’I was thinking…’’ he pretended like he was in deep thoughts, ‘’you.’’ You giggled, he picked up the pan to put it on the stove and he felt his hands shake slightly, this never happened before and the pan wasn’t that heavy, he didn’t say anything, he just kept cooking but in his mind palace he made a mental note that he should search his symptoms, -deep down he already knew his illness, it was genetic.-

The age gap between you and Hannibal was something you didn’t care about, your friends sometimes teased you about it but it was for fun, he even stated that if this was uncomfortable to you in any way you could leave him, it was early stages in your relationship and you said you didn’t care, and Hannibal never brought it up again. You remembered that time when you noticed the way his hands were shaking few moment ago, you pretended like you had no idea because you had to let Hannibal come to you, he never liked asking for help. You were reading a book when you saw Hannibal coming downstairs with his laptop, ‘’We need to talk.’’ He said with a serious tone, his maroon eyes watched you put the book aside and focus on him. ‘’Here is the passwords for all of my bank accounts and social media account,’’ he gave you a piece of paper. ‘’and this is the cabin’s address, yes I bought a cabin for us, and here is the phone number of my lawyer. We should get married so that you can have whatever I have when.. something happens to me.’’ His voice was calm but you could see that he was freaking out inside, those eyes never lied to you, to others yes, but to you.. no.

‘’Hannibal, please sit.’’

He sat on the comfortable couch, you put the laptop on the dark brown coffee table and you hugged him, he embraced you in his big arms. ‘’I know what you’re going through,’’ you gently whispered not mentioning the illness, ‘’and I’m here for you. I’m not with you so that I can be Mrs. Lecter and watch the doors open for me all the time, I’m with you because I love you.  We can fight this together.’’ Hannibal exhaled a deep breath he was holding, e though you might want to leave him and he couldn’t accept that. ‘’Thank you Y/N,’’ he whispered back with his low voice, ‘’I’m the luckiest man on this planet.’’

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Coffee Shop

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

Warnings; None.

Words; 489

A/N; Hi guys! Today is my first b-day without my dad, that's why i wanted to write and get my mind off of depressive thoughts lol. Hope you enjoy this chapter, let me know what you think. Sorry for any tyops. Text me if i forgot to tag you.

Are you guys going to London Comicon to meet Tom? I've checked the price and its too expensive, even though i love the dude i'm gonna pass, i can't even afford to live lol *cries in poor*

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Chapter Three

Day Three

Your bank account begged you to stay at home but you couldn't help the temptation of a certain coffee shop and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. You quickly took your bag with your things in it and left your apartment building. You took the tube to go to that shop. If we were to look at on the bright side... you finished your assignmnet yesterday and sent it to your prof before any of your class mates did.

When you arrived you walked in, it was cold outside again, as soon as you walked in you saw that blue eyed gentleman on his regular spot, Jessie was serving him tea. The sound of the bell on the door caught his attention, he saw you walk in, you thought you saw him smile, without giving a second thought you went to your spot. You could feel his gaze burning your body but you kept your cool. You cursed yourself for not wearing anything fashionable, you had a oversized hoodie, grey pants and white shoes.

When you looked up you saw him talking to Jessie, she was smiling dumbly, you wondered what's the topic of their conversation. You just rolled your eyes and waited for her to come to your table but she didn't even look at you, just ignored you completely and went to the kitchen of the coffee shop. ''That's odd.''

Few moments later Jessie came with earl grey tea and a slice of a cake. ''But I didn't order these.'' You began to protest, must be someone else's order, you saw the light blush on Jessie's cheeks. ''Courtesy of that gentleman over there.'' she pointed the blue eyed man, your mouth was a gap, you have never experienced a gesture like that before. ''Close your mouth sweety, it looks unattractive.''

You looked at the man with wide eyes, saw a cocky smile on his place face and he raised his hand to wave at you, you waved back.

You immediately texted your bff, unfortunately he lives in America so there is the time difference. You wished you could see his face when he recieves your text.

You took a bite from your free cake and it tasted so damn good, -maybe because its free- the earl grey tea washed the cake down your throat gently. You didn't know how to thank the blue eyed gentleman, when you looked up to face him, he had the same cocky smile, you pointed the cake and made a okay sign, his smile grew wide.

Later you tried to focus on your new assignment, you were struggling because his presence - even though he sits few tables away from you- could be sensed from anywhere. He noticed you, acknowledged your being and on top of that, he sent you these delicious things.

When you mustered up the courage to get up and thank him properly he was already gone.

Chapter 4

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Silent Obsession

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

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Warnings: Dark Romance. Stalking.

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Chapter Two

It had been a week since the game night, Sam had mentioned a mission coming up, it wasn’t soon but Sam didn’t have to hear him say yes, he was always ready for a mission.  A mission was an only thing that made Bucky comfortable, he had been so use to being a soldier and a killing machine that it made his mind calm and relaxed, he liked planning and following the plan, getting the bad guys behind bars or under the ground was something he knew how to do, getting a new life? That was something else. He had woken up in cold sweat, on the floor of his living room, he had a thin blanket on him, covering his bare chest and he could feel his dog tags stuck to his wet chest, he was hyper-aware of the sweat, the dog tags, his navy blue shorts and the blanket on him, he sat breathing heavily.

He woke up before his alarm which was set to 6 am. It was 5.38 in the morning, the nightmare felt too real, as if he were there pulling the trigger. He huffed and got to his feet, he marched to his bathroom to start the day a bit early. As he took a shower with warm water his mind drifted to the girl he had seen a week ago. Was she also getting ready for work or was it a day off? His mind already making a plan to ride the bike near her workplace, maybe Mrs. Rodriguez needed groceries and he could pick them up, on his way he could also take a tour around a certain flower shop. He left the shower, dried himself with a towel and walked to the bedroom to get dressed. He wore a dark grey hoddie, black pants, boots and leather jacket with leather gloves. Alpine was content, not moving a muscle on the couch, he put some cat food and water in her bowls and got his house and bike keys from the kitchen counter, ‘’See you later Alpine.’’ He said and rubbed her head before he left his apartment. He first knocked on Mr. Nakajima’s door, they were on the same floor, ‘’I’m coming!’’

he heard the old man’s yell, he was moving slow due to his age. Mr. Nakajima answered the door with a grumpy look as usual, ‘’Hey Mr. Nakajima, I’m heading out do you need anything that I can get you?’’ every time Bucky saw the old guy he felt this sour feeling in his stomach, the sour feeling of regret and punishment. Bucky was punishing himself, in his mind he murdered Mr. Nakajima’s innocent son and Bucky had to pay the price, to him it didn’t matter if he was a brainwashed solider at the time. ‘’No, thank you but do ask Mrs. Rodriguez.’’ He was a simple man with few words, didn’t like to talk too much and always straight to the point, Bucky saw himself in him. ‘’Will do. Have a great day.’’ And the door shut to his face.

He used the stairs as usual and reached Mrs. Rodriguez’s door and knocked softly, soon the old lady answered, ‘’James!’’ her brown eyes got  brighter with seeing him, ‘’Such a handsome face to start my day.’’ She added and Bucky smirked, ‘’I have some errands to run, do you need anything from outside?’’ The old lady smiled kindly, ‘’Ah, you’re a life saver James. I need eggs and flour. Here let me get my purse.’’ But Bucky stopped her, ‘’Please Mrs. Rodriguez, I’ll get back with those soon. You always share what you bake so let me.’’ He raised his gloved hands in protest, he learned from his ma that he should be a gentleman and help women all the time. ‘’Dear James! You’re such a sweet boy, not many left like you these days.’’ She looked sentimental, maybe she remembered the times where men were real men. ‘’See ya later.’’ Bucky said and headed to the stairs again to leave the building. He didn’t have any errands to run, he just needed and excuse, an excuse so that he could justify his actions to his rational side of his brain. He got onto his bike, these past 7 days all he could think about was her. Her kind smile, skillful hands, soft demeanor, she represented everything he wasn’t and that draw his attention, on his bike he tried to focus on the road, his first stop was the market, he got some flour and eggs and then he left the market, few blocks down was the Floral Fantasia, his main goal. In his one hand he was carrying the bag and marching the pavement like a soldier in his heavy boots. A man on a mission. As he saw the place his heart started to beat faster than normal, the shop was open, it was 2 pm, the city was busy per usual. Cars and bikes were passing by, life was flowing for everyone around him. A kid passed, probably 7 or 8 years old, holding his mother’s hand and in his other hand he had candy, they stopped at the lights, the kid looked up to Bucky, his green eyes went wide, Bucky knew the kid recognized him. He was wearing a Captain America t-shirt of course he knew who was the Cap’s childhood best friend. Even though Bucky’s hair was short and he covered his metal arm at all times his face was the same, he had to leave before the kid made a scene but something happened that he couldn’t understand. The kid with green eyes smiled at him ear to ear and then his mother urged him to walk. He froze for a second, didn’t know what to do and then he saw the green light so he walked. His feet took him to the shop like a trained memory even though he had been here once. Carefully he pushed the door and walked in, the bell rang as he got inside, the same fresh smell hit his nose and his distorted and dark mind associated the sweet scent with her. This time she wasn’t at the back, she was at the front, behind the cash register and her head lifted as soon as she heard the door being opened and that damn beautiful smile, deep down he knew that she had to smile like this to everyone who came in and it didn’t sit right with him. She was wearing blue jeans, a bit baggy, maybe she had lost some weight but

didn’t buy a new pair, and she had a white tank top and a blue shirt on top, her golden name tag on her left side, Y/N… what a name, a certain feeling of possessiveness washed over him, he wanted no one but himself to say her name. His eyes wandered on her chest and up her face. ‘’Hello Sir, how may I help you?’’ she asked with that soft voice, he approached, he placed the bag he was carrying on the white counter and he leaned on it with his two hands, towering over her, with broad shoulders,  ‘’I would like to have a bouquet of red roses please.’’ He said with a flat tone but his eyes weren’t flat at all. His ocean eyes found her Y/E/C eyes and dared her to look at him directly. The other girl was watching the scene unfold and didn’t make a sound. ‘’Of course.’’ She nodded and Bucky noticed the pink dust on her cheeks, his eyes followed her every move. She got the roses and everything she needed to make that bouquet, Y/N noticed the flour and eggs inside the bag, ‘’Do you bake?’’ she asked out of curiosity, he didn’t look the type, with her question he paused, observing her first, was she interested? Maybe or maybe not. Her hair falling from her shoulders and covering the side of her face, he wanted to reach and tuck a strand behind her ear and he had to struggle with himself to not do it. ‘’No.’’ he said and then the stillness followed, she looked up for a second to meet his gaze and when he didn’t continue explaining she lowered her head to do her job, he felt bad, very very bad. ‘’Uh- a neighbor of mine does. She needed the ingredients.’’ He shortly explained and it made her look at him again, if it meant that him talking would make her look at him, Bucky would never shut up, even though that wasn’t characteristic of him at all. ‘’How kind of you to get her groceries.’’ She commented and for once in years Bucky blushed, he lowered his head, he didn’t know what to do with that strange heat in his cheeks. He bit his bottom lip in desperation. ‘’Please praise me more..’’ his mind begged in silence, even though this was the second time he saw her, Bucky knew he was getting hooked but in silent obsession.  

‘’All done.’’ She announced later, till then he noticed he watched her like a predator and to their audience it must have been a good show. ‘’That’ll be 40 dollars.’’

Bucky reached to his wallet inside his leather jacket, got 40 USA dollars and extended to her with his non metal hand again, just to feel that tiny touch through his gloved hand. A sudden rush of worry washed his entire body when he saw a red hand mark on her delicate wrist, and then rage followed. His blue eyes looked at the bruise and then up at her pretty eyes, she realized what was happening and quickly got the money and placed it on the cash register. ‘’Have a great day Sir.’’ She said with a quick breath, ‘’Thank you. You too.’’ He said slowly as his mind was contemplating on what to do. He got the roses and his bag and then unwillingly left the flower shop.

Why did she have a bruise on her wrist?

Why did she look apologetic as if it was her fault?

Did she fell or…

He didn’t want to think further, he placed the things on his bike’s small compartment and got onto the bike, the Harley’s engine was heard by the girls inside the flower shop and he rode the bike, not knowing a pair of pretty eyes watching from the window of the shop. On his way back home his mind didn’t give him a rest, he exhaled deeply as he parked his Harley and got his things, with a stern look he got inside the building, climbed up the stairs to Mrs. Rodriguez’s door and knocked. The woman was surprised again, she didn’t expect Bucky to give her another bouquet of red roses but she was happy, thanked him so many times and promised to keep baking for him. Her presence gave him comfort and he liked that. Later he climbed up to his place and unlocked the door, Alpine greeted him with meows and rubbing herself on his legs, he closed his door behind him and locked it. ‘’Hey baby girl.’’ He greeted, he was grateful that he had Alpine, she was the one who kept him alive and gave him a reason to wake up every morning and recently there was another reason to wake up from his nightmares... as Bucky remembered her he remembered the mark on her wrist. He flung himself on the couch which was covered in Alpine’s white fur but he didn’t mind.

‘’Come here sweet girl.’’ And Alpine jumped on his lap, he removed his gloves and started petting her, she was purring and he loved the sound of that. ‘’It’s stupid.’’ He found himself taking to his non verbal cat, ‘’Why do I even care? She is no one to me..’’ he was rather chatty today. Alpine was rubbing herself and body on his palm and meowing softly as if she was trying to give her ideas, he chuckled, ‘’I’m going insane aren’t I Alpine?’’ He got up and looked at his silver watch on his wrist that was non vibranium. It was 6 pm, he was hungry and decided to eat outside. There was a small Japanese place nearby, a place he usually went with Mr. Nakajima but tonight he wanted to go alone and eat some sushi, maybe a bowl of ramen. He liked Asian food and even though that place was small it was the best. He never trusted big restaurant chains because the food was mediocre in those places, however in small business, especially a family restaurant had the most tastiest dishes. ‘’Alright alright, I’ll get you something extra!’’ he protested to Alpine who was protesting as he left his flat.

The place was crowded and it was easy to blend in the crowd, a trick from his Winter Soldier times. It was a rather dark place with small dark brown tables and a bar place, one could see the chef making the dishes behind the bar, the delicious smell of soy sauce made his stomach growl, he sat behind. It was an old style restaurant where they had a menu book and order, he liked it very much. He decided to order a plate of sushi and a beer so he raised his hand, the waitress and she was also the bartender Leah came to get his order, they got used to each other, he was a regular customer here. ‘’Where is your pal?’’ she asked smiling, ‘’Oh, he was tired so you have me.’’ He replied and gave is order, ‘’Thank you.’’ Didn’t forget to thank her, the service workers were the backbone of this country and he was careful to treat them with respect.

He could hear half Japanese and half English words from the customers, most were also regular, he could speak Japanese thanks to his training under HYDRA he could speak so many languages. They were talking about mundane life problems, how they’re paying their mortgage, their kids and wives, the restaurant had mostly male customers so topics were sports, their wives and kids and their debts. He felt an outsider every time he heard the conversations, he never had a wife to complain about, hell he didn’t even have a proper long term relationship, yes he was popular among the ladies back then but mostly short term and then the war happened, the rest was history. Now he was 106, didn’t look like it but felt like it in his every fiber. His order came as he was thinking about his life and having a crisis, he thanked again to Leah. ‘’Let me know if you need anything else.’’ He nodded and she walked away. As he took his first bite he imagined Y/N sitting before her, eating together, it was such a simple daydream but felt so far away and out of reach.. he shook his head and focus on his plate.

It was maybe around 9 pm when he left the restaurant, he had few beers and talked to couple of guys, ‘’Damn, I forgot!’’ he talked to himself, he promised Alpine to get her a treat so he hopped on his bike and rode to nearest convenient store.

He walked inside the store, no one was around, it was getting late. He walked the aisles and found a treat for Alpine and marched to the front to pay and he dropped the can. It was her, now she had a blue uniform, a name tag again and she also froze when she saw him but she was the one who quickly shook her head and smiled, ‘’How may I help you?’’ said looking up at him, Bucky picked up the metal can and placed it on the counter, she scanned it, ‘’That’ll be 5 dollars.’’ She replied, his mind was hazy. He gave the 5 dollar bill, ‘’Thank you. Have a great night.’’ She smile and said, but he could see the realization in her pretty eyes. ‘’Thank you.’’ He managed to say and left in hurry.

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Chapter Three

Princess

I think I have read all of your fics but I hope this hasn’t already been requested, but a Hannibal x fem reader smut where maybe they aren’t dating yet and she stressed and gets frustrated and snaps/yells at him in his office and he just goes silent then responds with his dominant self and like ya know wink wink (maybe bends her over the desk) the rest is like up to you. @fallingfor-fics

Warnings; Unprotected sex. Spanking. Daddy kink, praise kink omg :D

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Y/N was on her way to Doctor Hannibal Lecter’s office, it was lunch time and she promised that they would eat lunch together at his office. She made sandwiches and brought sliced fruits, she walked to the office and quickly ran the hall way, as usual it was silent and dim. She knocked on the grey door and Hannibal Lecter answered it with a strange smile. Y/N and Hannibal met couple months ago, she was Will Graham’s close friend and she was invited to Doctor Lecter’s dinner party. Hannibal Lecter kindly introduced himself to her, he wasn’t just kind though, there were walls between them, Will warned her about Hannibal’s strange behavior. She was fascinated by him, the way he walked, talked and held himself… she could see that he was a man who looked down on most people but when they were alone she felt they were equal, he made sure of that. Hannibal always remembered and cherished the day they met, she walked to his kitchen with Will, Hannibal looked up to see this young woman, he had to admit he had never seen such beauty before, he stopped whatever he was doing and walked up to meet them, his maroon eyes were on her, ‘’Y/N Y/L/N I assume? I’m Hannibal Lecter, pleasure to meet you.’’ And he kissed the back of her hand, ‘’The pleasure is all mine.’’ She said with her sweet, innocent voice, her cheeks looked warm and her smile lit up the entire room. Ever since that dinner party Hannibal and Y/N were spending time together, he started to keep inviting her to his home for dinner or breakfast, whenever he got a ticket to see a play he would buy two because she also loved watching plays. He watched her walk inside, putting the bags on his clean and neat brown table and unpacking, she was getting comfortable with each day and he liked that, however sometimes she would take a step back as if she could sense how corrupted and evil he was, this excited Hannibal, it was invigorating to see the fear in her Y/E/C eyes.

He walked to his dark brown cabinet to get red wine, he knew it was her favorite, he brought two glasses and they both settled on his comfortable dark grey couches, she loved visiting his office because she loved his understanding of aesthetics, the only thing bothered her was that whenever they were having lunch at his office she felt like he was her therapist, because they were sitting on the opposite couches and he would make remarks of psychology as if he is analyzing her.

Before Y/N Hannibal would never eat outside or eat someone’s food but one day she surprised him and he was astonished by her cooking skills and he decided that he could make exceptions just for her. He could see she was troubled but he didn’t want to point it out, ‘’How was your day?’’ he casually asked. Y/N didn’t look at him, her focus was on her wine, ‘’Normal.’’ She shortly replied, Hannibal could sense the irritation in her voice, he sometimes shocked himself for putting up with a young woman such as Y/N, he was interested in her and not in a friendship way, he wanted to be intimate with this girl but sometimes she could push his buttons. He moved his head slightly shrugging her bad energy away, ‘’That doesn’t sound like normal Y/N.’’ they was he said her name sent shivers to her entire body it was loving and threatening at the same time. ‘’What do you want me to say Hannibal?!’’ She didn’t mean to raise her voice like that, she was surprised to see that not a single muscle moved on his face, she was in awe of how beautiful he was, high cheek bones, sharp jaw line, he was significantly older than her and she could see it but he was like a vintage wine. ‘’You can tell me anything Y/N, you know that. We can socialize and communicate like adults.’’ He took a bite from his sandwich, Y/N rolled her eyes. Hannibal noticed that habit months ago and whenever she did that he just wanted to slam her body against a wall or a near desk and teach her manners. He was having an inner battle which Y/N was blind to see, with his free hand he squeezed the couch’s arm rest. Okay dad!’’ she replied with a sarcastic voice, she stood up, ‘’My problems are mine, you are not my dad so stop trying to be one and mind your own business.’’ She walked to his table to get her stuff but something snapped in Hannibal’s twisted mind. He quickly bolted to his feet and walked to the door, he had the key in his pocket so he locked it. With the sound of door being locked Y/N stopped, looked at him and she saw him walking to her, like a hunter walking to his prey. Her mind was racing and voices in her head were screaming to run but her body didn’t move. He stood right in front of her, moved a strand of hair away from her pretty face, ‘’It’s about time I teach you manners princess.’’ And he grabbed her soft neck, pulled her to him. Their lips met for the first time, Y/N imagined this moment more than once and her dreams were always sweet and romantic, however the kiss was nothing like that, it was passionate, rough and she was actually scared of how aggressive Hannibal can be.

When she got a metallic taste in her mouth Hannibal let go, they were breathless, his one hand still on her neck, other at her waist. ‘’Even though I want to take my time wit you princess you were acting like a brat, you should be punished.’’ His voice was calm, his maroon eyes never leaving her eyes, he kissed her again, his lips were skilled and felt cute, his tongue explored her mouth like a starved man, his hands went to her black pencil skirt, lifted the fabric up, her hands were in his hair, they felt so soft, it was as if she was touch the most expensive silk. He pulled away from her, ‘’I want you to bend over to the desk, and never move.’’

Her cheeks were flushed, she thought he could hear her heart beat, she did what he said.

Hannibal looked at her body, bent over on his table, waiting for him to punish her, he took a deep breath and came to whisper in her ear, ‘’I want you to count with me darling, if you disobey or miss a number I will start over. You wouldn’t want to test me right now. Understood?’’ She never had a sexual experience like this before and was eager to know what Hannibal was up to, ‘’Yes.’’ She whispered like him. ‘’Good girl.’’

A harsh slap landed on her butt cheek, she didn’t expect that and yelled, ‘’One.’’ She heard Hannibal say and he waited for her to say the number, ‘’O- one.’’ She said with a shaky breath, he spanked her again, ‘’Two.’’ He looked calm but inside his blood was boiling, he imagined this before, he wanted to do this to her for so long and now she was bent over and taking it. ‘’Two.’’ Y/N said screaming, he spanked her again and again and again. Y/N could feel herself getting wet, when he stopped he leaned on her back, moving his hand on her burning ass, ‘’Shh’’ she was crying, ‘’It’s over, have you learned your lesson princess?’’

‘’Y- yes.’’

‘’Good. Since you were a good girl and didn’t complain…’’ his hand went to her wet panties, ‘’hmm, someone wants to be spoiled. Do you think you deserve it?’’

She was shocked and speechless so she moved her head as yes, ‘’Use your words princess.’’

‘’Yes, please.’’

Hannibal slowly pushed her wet panties down, gave kisses to her exposed legs, he kissed her red butt cheeks and watched her move in pain. He quickly got rid of his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. His cock was hard and the tip was shiny with pre-cum. He pumped himself few times, moved his cock to teas her swollen pussy, she moaned softly, ‘’I will be gentle at first, tell me if I hurt you princess.’’ And he pushed into her entrance slowly, even though he just spanked her several times he never wanted to hurt her, he kept pushing himself in slowly and when he was balls deep she made small pleasure sounds, ‘’You like it?  Tell daddy how much you like it.’’

‘’I love your cock daddy, please fuck me- I- I can’t take it anymore..’’ he was balls deep and not moving to tease her, he hand all the rights to tease her because of her behavior earlier but he decided to move. He moved out, holding her waist and when his cock was completely out he slammed back in, she arched her back in pleasure, she never expected him to be this big.. she wasn’t used to but Hannibal was slow and taking his time, making her adjust to his huge size. You were embarrassingly wet for him, only Hannibal could do this to you. He watched you swallow him, he could cum right there if he didn’t let out a long shaky breathe, he kept his slow pace, in and out, she had to bit her finger, she was ashamed of how wet she was and the sound of it made her entire body shiver, ‘’That’s it, you are doing so well.’’ She had a praise kink and she moaned his name like a prayer. ‘’Such a pretty thing,’’ he said as he got faster, his hands buried to her waist, she knew that the next day she will see purple bruises on her ass and waist and that excited her, he was making sure to leave marks on her body, he wanted to scream to the world that she was his. His hips bumping the backs of her thighs with each thrust and she gasped with each stroke, he tightly pressed her flat against the cold table, ‘’A- shit-‘’ she tried to speak but the pleasure she was receiving was too much, her couldn’t form words. In this position the head of his big cock hitting her g-spot perfectly, she never experienced something like this and she screamed his name. He was fucking her wet cunt relentlessly, she could feel his breath on her neck and ear, she got goosebumps, and he was keeping her immobile, ‘’You liked to be fucked until you’re fucking shaking, I know princess I know.’’ His voice turned her even more, and she liked the pet name princess, with each word he trusted in her and her eyes got blurry, a helpless moan sliped from her dry lips and she felt her cunt leaking she was coming and it was slippery mess down on her thighs, ‘’Daddy,’’ Hannibal loved being called a daddy, it was his thing he was closer and he could feel her coming, leaking, her walls tightened and started to milk him, his final sudden and harsh trust made her shed a tear, her eyes were squeeze shut and jaw locked, Hannibal could feel her cunt gush and soak his and her thighs, he emptied his hot cum in her tight hole and she let him fill her.

‘’I hope you misbehave soon princess.’’ He kissed her cheek and smiled.

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Reborn From Ashes

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

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston X Reader

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

Warnings: Break in.  Y/N talks bout her abusive ex and violent things he did to her. Sad but something at the end will make you guys go crazy!! ;)

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Chapter 6

A week after the movie night she went to her therapist, Mrs. Smith was surprised when Y/N greeted her with a genuine smile.

‘‘You seem happy, what happened?’‘ Mrs. Smith asked, Y/N gave her the notebook and sat down. ‘‘Read it to find out.’‘ after five minutes of reading the therapist closed the notebook, and laid it on her table.

‘‘So you met someone?’‘ she asked, ‘‘Yes. And it is safe to say that we are... friends. Look, I have a friend, shocking right?’‘ Y/N laughed hysterically.

‘‘When I read the notebook your relationship whit him didn’t seem like a friendship Y/N.’‘  Mrs. Smith said while picking her pencil.

‘‘What do you mean?’‘ young girl asked but she already understood what Mrs. Smith was trying yo say, she was just trying to avoid or stall her.

‘‘Do you like him in a more than friends  way?’‘ That was the question that made Y/N afraid. The voices in her head kept asking that question whenever she was with Tom.

‘‘You wrote that you met his mother, this is a huge step for both of you.’‘ Mrs. Smith continued.

‘‘It wasn’t on purpose.’‘ Y/N replied shortly.

‘‘Y/N please, stop ignoring my question. What we do here is to guide you, and find answers to questions.’‘  she was taking notes while talking.

Y/N’s hands were on her lap, she was nervous and her therapist noticed.

‘‘I know that you swore you’ll never be in a relationship again. But we humans are social animals Y/N, we cannot hide from human connection,and intimacy and these things are a part of-’‘ Y/N had a sudden bravery,  ‘‘Yes, I like him.’‘ she finally said, feeling lighter with her confession.

Mrs. Smith smiled to see her progress, ‘’Good. We are getting somewhere. What do you like about him?’’ Just thinking about Tom made her blush, ‘’He is so thoughtful, I can see that he is trying to be more gentle when we are together. I haven’t told him about my... past  but he is smart.’’ 

‘‘Would you like to tell him some day?’‘

‘‘I want to but I don’t want to scare him off. We have a profound friendship, and I don’t want that to go away.’‘ she admitted sincerely.

‘‘What you feel is natural, and when the right moment comes I think you should tell him. Let’s come to my second important question, do you think he likes you? Because what I’ve read tells me that he is trying to be close to you, and like you said he is deliberately being gentle. So, what do you think?’‘

‘‘No.’‘ This time she didn’t wait or hesitate to answer. ‘‘You sound so sure. Why?’‘

She was trying to scratch the green paint off her fingers, ‘’Because he is being friendly close, friendly gentle. I am a friend to him and to be honest I doubt that he wants a problematic partner in his life.’’ she couldn’t look at Mrs. Smith in the eye. 

‘‘Y/N, you are not problematic. When I look at you I see a young, beautiful painter who is trying to survive like others.’‘ Y/N rolled her eyes, ‘‘Thank you but you haven’t seen how gorgeous he is. He should be with someone who is gorgeous like him, and that someone is not me.’‘ It hurt her to talk about her thoughts out loud but that’s what she felt.

After the session she had to throw herself outside to breath, and saw the colours of Christmas dancing harmoniously. Red, green, gold, white colours where everywhere, she had this sudden urge to finish her secret project.

Yes, she was secretly painting Tom. It was on a little canvas, well it wasn’t actually Tom, it was his misunderstood character Loki, and her plan was to give it to him when she was done and she was close to finishing.

She quickly went home to paint, and she got a text from Tom.

Tom: Hey Y/N! Can I call you? There is something that I want to ask you.

Her heart skipped a beat, did she do something wrong?

Y/N: Yes, I’m free. You can call.

She stared at the little canvas before her until her phone rang.

‘‘Hello darling.’‘ he sounded nervous.

‘‘Hi Tom.’‘ They talked about their day for few minutes and than Tom finally got to his point.

‘‘Y/N, tomorrow is Christmas, so do you have any plans?’‘ Y/N thought for a second, her plan was to call her parents, and eat alone on her couch, and she was planning to watch The Grinch.

‘‘No, I don’t have an actual plan. Why?’‘ 

‘‘Because, my mother insists that you should spend your Christmas with us. By us I meant mom, me, and my two sisters including their partners.’‘

Tom was on his couch, Bobby on his side, he was staring at the telly but his looks were empty. She didn’t answer at first, and that made him uneasy. Did he went too far?

‘‘I’m sorry, I know how you feel about crowded places. I shouldn’t have asked-’‘ he felt so embarrassed like a school boy.

‘‘I will come.’‘ she blurted out.

‘‘You will?’‘ He couldn’t help but sound desperat, he wanted to spend the Christmas with her so badly.

‘‘Yes. Don’t forget to send me the address.’‘ She felt like she couldn’t breath, what was she getting herself into?

‘‘I want to pick you up if that’s okey with you?’‘ he asked biting his lip, she could hear his uneven breathing.

‘‘That would be great. See you tomorrow.’‘ she had to hang up because she had an idea.

‘‘Yeah, bye.’‘

She planned to spend hours and finish the Loki painting, and give it to Tom when he comes to pick her up. She enthusiastically waggled her brushes and got to work.

Tom exhaled a dramatich sigh, he was so happy but nervous at the same time, and he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his rib cage. He placed the satin, black box on the table and smiled to himself.

She finished the painting at 5 in the morning, she gave it a last look before going to bed, Y/N was quite pleased with her work, and hoped that he would like it.

When she woke up she wrapped the present and went to her wardrobe.

 ‘’Why did you agree anyway?’’ the voices started again, ‘’Now you have to impress his family which is not an easy job.’’      Y/N brushed the thoughts away and picked her outfit. Black and dark red lace dress, black pumps, her dress had a nice V neckline.

She covered the sleep deprivation with a natural make up. She heard the knock on the door and it brought her to reality. ‘’You got this.’’ she whispered to herself and walked to the door.

Tom felt like he was lost for words, she was indeed beautiful,Y/N was shocked to see him with a nice black suit and dark red tie and a handkerchief. It was as if they agreed on the same colours.

‘‘May I come in?’‘ he cleared his throat and asked. ‘‘Yes, please come in.’‘ They walked to her living room. ‘‘You wait here, I’ll be getting my purse.’‘

Tom couldn’t help but stare at her leave. He sat on the couch. She got back with her purse, one hand behind her back. They both talked at the same time and then laughed, ‘’Ladies first.’’ Tom said. ‘’I have a present for you Tom.’’ her Y/E/C eyes were shining.

He gently opened his present, Y/N was on edge ‘’What if he doesn’t like it?’’

‘‘Y/N...’‘ he was staring at the splendid painting. She got close to him, ‘‘What do you think?’‘ their eyes met, ‘‘It’s an exquisite gift. I am lost for words. You are so thoughtful. Thank you, can’t wait to put this on my bedroom’s wall.’‘

Y/N smiled proudly, he gently put his present on the table and reached for his pocket. A black velvet box appeared, ‘’Would you mind turning your back?’’ he asked, they were so close and none of them realized that they were whispering, their breaths were dancing on each other’s faces. She turned her back, and heard him open the box.

He reached to lay the necklace on her neck, his arms brushed her shoulders. He noticed that she didn’t flinch, it was a good sign. She turned to him touching the necklace. It’s shape was heart diamond. ‘’Tom, I don’t know what to say. You shouldn’t have.’’ He was pleased to see the fascination on her Y/E/C eyes. ‘’Y/N, please. I want to do things for you. You are important to me.’’

He held her waist, ‘’Did you like it?’’ 

‘‘Yes, I really loved it’s shape.’‘ she blushed. ‘‘I have choosen it specifically.’‘ Yes he did choose it’s hape because he wanted her to sense how he feels but slowly. He didn’t want to scare her off.

‘‘Mr. Hiddleston, are you trying to give me your heart metaphorically?’‘ She joked but her smile faded away when she saw how serious he was. ‘‘Tom, is something wrong?’‘ She thought she said something bad. ‘‘You don’t know it, do you?’‘ he asked, getting closer to her, his hands were still on her soft waist his eyes begging for her to understand but all she saw was a wild ocean, uneasy with confusing thoughts.

‘‘Know what?’‘ She reached for to cup his cheek, he laid his head on her touch. If he or she reached a little more their lips would met but neither of them was sure to take this step. It was so easy for them to be lost in each other’s eyes.

Tom’s phone rang. She noticed how close they were so she took a step back, he answered his phone. ‘’It’s my mom, she asked what is taking us so long. Shall we leave?’’ he smiled like nothing happened. They left her house and got into his car.

Before entering Diana’s house she was so nervous but his family proved to her that there was nothing to be nervous about. They were all nice, funny people who welcomed her. Diana’s Christmas dinner was to die for and Y/N took few recepies. She helped her in the kitchen while others were in the living room.

‘‘So he finally decided to give you the necklace?’‘ Diana asked, Y/N was confused, ‘‘What do you mean by finally?’‘ Diana smiled at her, ‘‘He consulted me at first, asked me if it would be too much. I said nonsense buy the girl the necklace.’‘ They both giggled, ‘‘I just want you to know that you are really important to my boy, and to me as well. I’m glad I met you Y/N.’‘ her blue eyes were fixed on Y/N. ‘‘Thank you Diana. I am so glad I met you and your family.’‘

Throughout the night she became friends with every one which made Tom happy, the night went very well and they left quite late. During the car ride they talked about how much fun they had, Tom was pleased to hear that Y/N enjoyed herself.

When he parked close to her home he noticed something, he pointed at her apartment, ‘’I don’t remember you leaving the lights on. Do you?’’ he asked concerned. ‘’No, because I didn’t leave the lights on.’’ She felt the fire of panic in her. ‘’Let’s remain calm, I’ll go and look around. You stay here.’’ Said Tom, unbuckleing his safety belt but Y/N stopped him by touching his arm. ‘’I won’t let you go there alone.’’

‘‘But Y/N-’‘ she unbuckled, ‘‘Tom it’s my house. If something happened to it I would like to see.’‘ they left the car together. Her land lady was out of town for Christmas so Y/N mentally noted that she should call the old lady if it was a robbery.

Her door was wide open, lights were on, and everything was a mess. Chairs, tables were broken. Pillows were torn apart. She rushed to see her paintings and what she feared was before her eyes. Canvases were ripped, brushes broken. Tom followed her to see the devastating place.  She saw the little note on one of her paintings. It said; ‘’Found you.’’ 

She sinked to the ground, her legs were too tired to carry her and she screamed. Tom reached to hold her in his arms. She was shaking, crying heavily.

Tom noticed the note she was holding. ‘’Who could do something like this!?’’ she didn’t answer, ‘’I am going to call the police.’’

After a 20 minutes of crying she finally managed to stop, Tom put his jacket on her sunken shoulders and police arrived.  A police officer approached to Y/N and asked her some questions. Tom was also  being questioned.

‘‘We searched the whole flat, nothing is stolen so this must be a message.’‘ One of the officers pointed at the note. ‘‘Do you have enemies Ms. Y/L/N? Someone who wants to hurt you?’‘ 

Y/N’s eyes were fixed on the ground, Tom noticed how uncomfortable she was. ‘’Officer we are really tired, can Y/N come to the police station tomorrow?’’ he wanted them to leave. ‘’Mr. Hiddleston I know this is hard for both of you but we have to do our job.’’

‘‘I know who did this.’‘ Y/N spoke, her voice was shaking. ‘‘My ex fiance. He is the one who would do something like this.’‘

‘‘What’s his name?’‘ Officer asked while taking out his notebook. ‘‘James Prendick.’‘ She replied. Tom noticed how disturbed she was by only saying that person’s name. After at least 10 minutes of questioning officers left and the whole flat went silent.

‘‘Pack your things.’‘ Tom said, his tone was firm he didn’t want to sound angry or anything like that but the way she looked at him changed. ‘‘I am sorry Y/N, I just... I won’t let you stay here more than 5 seconds. If he was the one who did this that means he will try to harm you again.’‘ She could see how tired and concerned he was. 

‘‘I have nowhere to go.’‘ She replied coldy, he felt a heavy rock on his chest, she was indeed lonely and that needed to stop. ‘‘If it is okey with you, would you like to stay at my place? You saw my home it is enough for both of us.’‘ he suggested.

‘‘Tom, you are always too kind. I really don’t want to cause you any trouble.’‘ Their eyes met, just an hour ago she was laughing at his mother’s jokes and now he could see how broken she was. ‘’Y/N, you won’t cause any trouble. To be honest if you say no I’m planning on kidnapping you.’’He made her chuckle. ‘’Wait in the car, I will pack my things.’’

‘‘Home sweet home.’‘ said Tom looking at Bobby who greeted them at the door. She placed his jacket on the hanger, and walked inside. ‘‘Where should I put my things?’‘ She looked around like a lost puppy. ‘‘The guest room is upstairs... but there is another option.’‘ she could see the childish grin on his face. ‘‘Don’t even think about it Hiddleston!’‘ 

The guest room was better than her room, it had a king sized bed, two chairs, and a wardrobe but no shower only toilet. She felt like she needed a good shower and she called out from upstairs, ‘’Tom! Can I use your shower?’’ soon later she heared him from the living room ‘’Yes! No problem.’’

She walked into his bedroom, she could see the reflection of him everywhere, it was characteristic. Big bed with dark blue sheets, brown nightstands, a huge brown wardrobe. She walked into the bathroom, it was clean and shiny. She undressed and folded her clothes and laid on the bathtub which she filled with hot water. She laid her head on the cold tub, closed her eyes and tried hard to not cry but when the first sob left her shaking lips she let go. It’s been a while since she was scared like this.

‘‘Is he back?’‘ even thinking about the posibility made her shiver under the hot water, she was scratching her legs and her arms to stop the crying, and left nail marks. Tom took care of little things in the living room and climbed the stairs. He went to his room to check if it was presentable, and he heard her. He slowly approached to the bathroom door and listened, she was crying. He had this sudden urge to walk in and wrap his arms around her, and tell her that everything is going to be okey. He had to take a step back to stop himself from fulfilling his urge. He knocked on the door.

‘‘Yes?’‘ she was sniffing, ‘‘I was just checking if you were okey. I made tea, you can join me in the living room.’‘ he tried to sound joyful. ‘‘I’ll be out in a minute.’‘

She dried herself, celaned the tub and wore her over-sized shirt. The shirt was long enough to cover her bottom, and she was too tired to think if it was okey to walk around Tom like this. She went down stairs to find him with Bobby and sipping his tea. Even though she was bare foot he heard her light footsteps. 

‘‘Hi.’‘ He finally said after looking up and down on her form, he scooted over and gestured her to sit next to him. ‘‘I am sure you have a lot of questions.’‘ She said after petting Bobby for a while. ‘‘Yes.’‘ He replied. ‘‘But you are kind enough to stay silent.’‘ 

‘‘Y/N,’‘ he held her hands ‘‘You know a lot of things about me but when I think about you... I know just few things. I respect your choices but I wish I knew more, so that I could help you.’‘ he was honest, she could see it in his eyes. Y/N remembered what her therapist said, ‘‘When the right moment comes you should tell him.’‘ 

She slowly got up from her seat, turned off the lighst, and sat back. Tom was confused, it was really dark. ‘’I will tell you everything Tom.’’ She said. ‘’Why did you turn off the lights?’’ he asked, ‘’Because I don’t want you to see me cry when I tell you my tale.’’ 

She took a sip from her tea and started to talk; ‘’I was 18 and a Freshman in college, one day my roommate and her boyfriend told me that there was a party and we all went together. The house belonged to my ex abusive fiance who was a Senior and 22 years old. When it comes to Freshman and Senior relationship it generally isn’t the most innocent type.

Everyone loved James, he was an active person. When we started to see each other he was so nice, and my friends were jealous of me, because he always bought me things and took me to places. By the way he comes from a rich family, I wasn’t in it for the money, anyways I really liked him. First month in our relationship he slapped me because I wasn’t paying attention to him.’’

She had to take a breath, ‘’It was the first red flag, and I know I should’ve left him but I was a naive little girl who thought she could fix everyone. I stayed with him through college and we got engaged but he got worse.’’

She chuckled sadly to herself and continued, ‘’One time I didn’t agree with him on a minor subject and he kicked me out of the car, forced me to walk without my shoes and socks.’’  Y/N felt Tom reaching out and holding her hands, his gesture brought smile to her lips. 

‘‘The last straw was when he beat me with his belt, I couldn’t take it anymore and talked to my parents. They helped me leave him but it wasn’t enough so I left my town, changed my phone number. The last thing he said to me was ‘I will find you bitch.’ and now he found me.’‘

When she was done talking they sat in silence. Tom had to process, ‘’Well, you wanted to know, now you know.’’ she said, sadness dripping from her sweet tounge. Tom found her cheeks in the dark and whipped away the tears. ‘’You don’t have to feel sorry for me Tom.’’ He was gently brushing her wet cheeks, and he did something he thought he would never have the courage to do. ‘’Tom please, say something.’’ She begged, because Y/N didn’t want to lose him. Now their eyes got used to the darkness, Tom’s hands never left her cheeks and he kissed her.

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