Allergy

I'm sorry but I have another idea for a story😅 please take your time to write it again and if you do it can I maybe be "♡🌸"-anon? I hope you had a really good time the last few days and weeks and that you're healthy! Same for anyone else reading this! Now onto the idea..

Hannibal and reader are already married and reader is a tattoo artist, one day when Hannibal comes home from work he sees reader sitting on the couch and sketching a tattoo, the tattoo is deer antlers(wink wink lol-) with vines around them, when he asks who the tattoo is for reader says that its for him and then they go on and on about why its fitting for Hannibal and he's just listening to her rambling before he stops them and asks if they could do a heart tattoo with the words Mischa, Readers name and the name of their child. (I know Mischa is from Hannibal Rising but I like to think that the movies are all connected to the show so.. yeah that would be amazing <3) Reader would say that they already thought of doing a design like that and they accidently slide the wrong way on the iPad and Hannibal sees a picture that says "Congratulions for a second child!" and idk, the rest is up to you!^^

Sorry that its so long again but its just super cite and yeah.. anyway, a good rest of the day to all of you! I hope all of you are healthy and stay/are safe! And I feel with everyone thats also a bit pissed at the situation with Tik Tok and UMG🥲

-♡🌸

A/N; Girll I haven't been writing Hannibal fics for a long time but here we go. Thank you for the request. xxx

You were preoccupied and didn't even heard the door. Soft yet determined steps approached you from the back and strong arms wrapped around you, you looked up to meet your husband's welcoming gaze, he he seemed tired because his work was consuming his hours more than usual. His hands were cold due to the fact that it was a harsh winter day in Baltimore, ''Hey.'' you said smiling, ''Hello dear.'' his voice softened. ''How long have you been sitting here and designing new drawings my love?''

You were self conscious about your designs before you could respond he added, ''Who is this for?''

His interest was piqued ''Do you like it?'' you asked testing the waters. Hannibal observed the design on the tablet, it was deer antlers with veins around them, ''Yes, I actually like it but you didn't answer my question dear.'' he replied with a questioning look in his maroon eyes, ''Its for you and I'm glad you liked it.''

He seemed confused, ''For me? Why do you think this dsign is suitable for me?'' he genuinely asked. You cleared your throat before speaking, ''In many cultures, the deer is a symbol of spiritual authority. During a deer's life the antlers fall off and grow again and the aniaml is also a symbol of regretion. In Christian imagination, the deer is a symbol of piety, devotion and of God taking care of his children: men.'' you explained, emphasising on the word ''children'' your eyes glowing with passion.

''And you my love,'' you held his hand, ''you are everything and more to us.'' you meant yourself and your daughter Mischa. As if the toddler had sensed that you were talking about her she started crying from her room. ''I'll get her.'' Hannibal said and kissed your temple gently. In moments he came back with Mischa in his arms, he was swaying her gently, ''Cna you also make something,'' he began and caught your attention, you admired the love he held in his eyes for you and your daughter and your hand went to your stomach without realizing, ''Mischa's name in a heart, maybe?'' he suggested, ''I already have.'' he was surprised that you already had thought about it, ''Can I see?''

You showed him the design you had made few weeks ago, ''And I also have other designs maybe you'll like them more.'' you said and moved to the gallery to show more and he made you pause, he held your hand, ''What is it?''

You got a picture of pregnancy test on your latest photos, 'you looked up to meet his gaze, hi clicked on the picture and saw that it was positive, ''Honey are you-'' he began but couldn't finish, ''Yes, yes I'm pregnant!'' you bolted to your feet and hugged your husband and daughter, Hannibal was holding Mischa with one hand and the other hand moved to your neck and kissed you passionately, you let him dominate the kiss. When you parted you were out of breath, ''I'm going to be a father.. again.'' his maroon eyes were glowing with love and warmth for you, Mischa and the new member of the Lecter family.

Their Secret

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

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

Warnings; None.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’So come here and give me some kisses,

You know I’m very delicious..’’ 

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

He finally found the one…

Thank you for reading :)

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; 345

A/N; Thank you for liking the story, sorry for any tyops. Enjoy! This chapter is shorter because I want to go day by day to witness the relationship blossom, it is a slow burn. 

TAG LIST IS OPEN!

Chapter Two

Day Two

After taking few classes at the university you were done for today, you didn’t want to go home yet, it was lonely there. You decided to go to that coffee shop again. Deep down you hoped to see that blue eyed stranger. And you sat on the same spot, you looked at the place that man sat yesterday, unfortunately the seat was empty. What did you expect? This isn’t a romantic comedy.

When the same waitress came to take your order you looked at her name tag, Jessie, she had the expression of seeing a regular customer, you felt welcomed. Since you were a sucker for hot chocolate  you ordered it again. This time you brought your laptop because one of your profs gave an assignmnet and you wanted to finish it today.

After finishing the first page -which took you 45 minutes because you wanted it to be perfect- you felt like taking a break, when you lifted your gaze off of your laptop you saw him sitting at the same spot with his Mac and cake, but this time he had his dog. - you remembered the sign of ‘’animal friendly’’-

It was the perfect opportunity to finish the drawing and also draw his cute dog. His dog was well behaved, never barked or growled at anyone. He looked so cute and fluffy you wanted to pet him but had no courage to do so, it made your heart break in agony. 

The blue eyed man decided to take a break as well, he pushed his Mac aside and pet his dog, drank his coffee or tea, you couldn’t see it from your spot. You were praying inside to finish the drawing without him realizing but the fate had other plans. Just like yesterday your eyes met, this time you were not that shy, you looked directly into his deep ocean eyes.. maybe for two seconds. His eyes were so intense you lowered your gaze to your notebook. If you looked at him longer you would have cought him smiling gently to you. 

Chapter 3

Thank you for reading. :)

Tag List;

@lokistoriesblog

@chwlogy​

@thatdamnflamingo​

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; 547

A/N; Hi guys sorry for the long wait, I was sick and throwing up everywhere. I'm fine now, hope you enjoy this chapter, sorry for any typos. Love u all. Text me if i forgot to tag you. (gif isn't mine)

TAG LIST IS OPEN!

Chapter Four

Day Four

Your very gay and very loud bestie who lives in America screamed into the screen when he got your text about this gentleman and his kind gesture. After telling him everything and gossiping about your new life you guys hang up. You had your last lecture and tried to make friends. You figured that you need to socialize and talk to people instead of staring at them with deadly eyes. They were nice and 6 of you formed a group chat to talk and keep each other updated about assignments, lectures and juicy gossip about the teachers. You guys stayed in campus for a while but later you had to head out because it was getting late.

Day Five

Today you were free, you did yoga in the morning, ate cereal quickly and left your small flat, damn it felt so lonely there. You were looking for a job but had no luck, the money your parents send you monthly was running low, you decided to go to that coffee shop and search jobs online because at least you would be away from lonliness -aka your flat- and there is free wifi, you decided to buy the cheapest coffee and nothing else.

Your brain was too occupied to notice that blue eyed gentleman. He leaned on his seat and watched you walk in. You seemed distracted and he took the liberty to observe you settle on your regular place, set your laptop, put your pens and notebook on the small round table. You also had a newspaper.

Tom loved this little game that you play with him, he is the king of edging after all. The first day he saw you, he didn't pay that much attention because he was busy with writing a play. Even though his job was acting he sometimes write plays when he is inspired -no one knows this detail about him- when he saw you the second time he was surprised, the universe maybe had a plan. He noticed you were drawing him, he let you do it. He wanted to come and say hi but he didn't feel like it was the right time. You seemed shocked when he sent you those things, he was trying to figure out a way to approach you but you look like a girl who doesn't want to be bothered.

Waitress took your order, after she left he watched you huff and puff about something on your laptop. You rubbed your eyes quickly, he found himself hoping that you are alright. Maybe today isn't the day to talk to you.

You applied for part time jobs and also circled the jobs on the news paper you got on your way here. Jessie brought you the cheapest coffee. As you took a sip your eyes met him.

The very same blue eyed gentleman, he was here the entire time. You almost chocked on the hot liquid. He waved at you, you did the same shyly. You didn't know what else to do so you turned back to your job hunt.

As you were replying to the texts from your new friends you heard a thick, low voice with accent say ''May I join you?''

You looked up to meet hiz azure gaze.

''S- sure.''

Thank you for reading. Don't forget to leave a comment. ;)

Tag List;

@lokistoriesblog

@chwlogy

@thatdamnflamingo

@salempoe

@help-i-need-a-social-life

@allthecraftandthings

@wizardcherryblossom

@fire-in-her-veinz

@anna21sworld

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.

Drabble!

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

(not my gif)

    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. :)

Fire on Ice

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

Genre; Romance, mob, gangs, slow-burn,

Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Words; 2.327K

Warnings; None.

A/N; Sorry for any typos and I’m sorry for the delay but I was on a vacation and I got my first Covid shot, my arm hurts uwu. Enjoy, I hope you guys like it. Text me if I forgot to tag you luv. 

TAG LIST IS OPEN!

Chapter Nine

All the air left your lungs, he was your dad who was suppose to be dead. ‘’Dad?’’ you asked not believing. He opened his arms with a sad smile, it was welcoming but you weren’t able to walk towards him, something kept you at your place. His arms fell to his sides, ‘’I suppose you’re right.’’ He said silently, ‘’Why am I here?’’ you managed to ask, head high. ‘’You should rest first, we can talk tomorrow.’’

‘’I demand answers!’’ your voice was icy cold yet a rage was lying underneath. ‘’Help her to her room.’’ Your father said to a man who was standing at the corner of the large room, he walked towards you, he was tall and looked scary, you were tired, all the adrenalin left your body and you were shaking, ‘’We will talk tomorrow.’’ He reassured you with a tight smile, before you decided to follow this man you gave your father a look, wished he knew what you felt and then you left.  

As soon as you were left alone in your new room you locked the door and found your phone, Tom left you missed calls and text messages. You didn’t know what to do, your heart told you to call him and ask him to pick you up but on the other hand you found your dad, alive and wanting to explain everything to you. You had to wait at least for tomorrow, you had to learn everything before you could make a decision about Tom. Leaving him at the parking lot was a cold thing to do, you sat on the queen sized bed holding your phone and it started ringing, it was Tom. You declined the call –wishing you didn’t have to- and turned off your phone. He had to wait and so did you.

The Next Morning

It was early when a woman knocked on your door, she was working here in the house –you guessed- ‘’Breakfast is ready ma’am. Your father expects you to eat with him.’’ You kindly smiled and left the queen sized bed, turned on your phone and sighed deeply, Tom didn’t stop calling you and texting you all night. You left your phone under your pillow.

Your room had a bathroom, everything was shiny and perfect, you couldn’t help but be in awe, at least your dad was rich but you wondered where the money comes from, everything was perfect… too perfect. After taking a quick shower and finding nice clothes you went out, your father was at the back yard of this huge house, reading a newspaper and drinking his coffee, when he saw you walk in he put down the paper and smiled, ‘’Morning honey.’’

‘’And just like that we’re suppose to be cool?’’ you gazed upon the table with four chairs, you didn’t know if he ate like this every day because the table looked like a 5 star hotel’s buffet. ‘’Please, sit.’’ Your father ignored your sarcastic remark, you were hungry and you thought that the food probably not poisoned so you sat, far away from him. ‘’Prove me that you are my dad.’’ You still had doubts, he took a sip from his coffee and pulled out some pictures of him and your mother and the pictures of you when you were a baby. He told you the love story of your mother and him and when it came to him disappearing he stopped, ‘’Oh no, I’m loving the drama dad, keep going.’’ If looks could kill his head would be blown up right now.

‘’I had to leave you two because… if we’re going to talk about this you should know that I had to leave because of your boyfriend’s father. Out of all people in this city you had to be with him Y/N! He is dangerous and should be eliminated.’’ You could see the anger rising in his eyes, ‘’I cannot believe you sent your men or whatever to follow me!’’ you raised your voice, ‘’What do you want from me and my boyfriend?!’’

‘’Y/N, I,’’ he was struggling to express himself, you thought that maybe all his life he never had to express his actions to anyone, not even your mother. ‘’I had to kill his father.’’

You felt like a bucket of ice cold water was poured to your body, your mouth a gap, eyes focused on him.  He averted his gaze, ‘’I killed my best friend. There isn’t a day goes by without me thinking about that cursed moment. Ad now, his son wants revenge, as he should. I’m afraid that he might do something to you when he learns that I killed his father. He doesn’t know it yet.’’

This man just came into your life –rather you were dragged into his- and dropped a bomb at your feet, on top of that you were dating a man whose father was murdered by your biological father. It was too much to handle, ‘’You demanded answers and you received them. Do you really think he came into your life because of fate? You are my daughter you must be clever. He must have learned our connection and came after you.’’

Your body felt numb, there was a buzzing sound in your head, ‘’H- how?’’ you managed to whisper, ‘’He does illegal business like me and he has his men who can find him anything he wants. Now, finish your breakfast, we’re leaving this country.’’ A bomb after another bomb, you had to play smart and get out of here to learn the truth but how? You had no idea of what Tom is capable of when he learns the truth, what if he takes you as a hostage? What if he kills you to send a message to your father? Blood for blood right? Even though these seemed unlikely there must be at least 5% chance that he might go mad and do something harmful, something that cannot be undone. ‘’Where?’’

‘’I’m thinking Europe. What do you say? If you want to visit a country then we can go there.’’ He was talking as if this was a mundane conversation that you two have every day. ‘’I can’t drop everything and flee. I still don’t trust you, I have my job and my friends-‘’ he cut you off with a stern voice, ‘’You work at a bar and your only friend is your roommate. I should have taken you in years ago, no daughter of mine should live in conditions like that.’’ His slender neck was tense, cutting a bacon with a swift motion of his long fingers, he looked like he despised your life. ‘’It’s my life, I get to choose how to live it.’’ It seemed as if he couldn’t hear you, ‘’Your bags are packed last night.’’

The woman who came into your room earlier also came to the back yard with your phone, ‘’That’s my phone!’’

She gave it to your father, ‘’What are you doing?!’’

Your father looked at the screen, ‘’Poor lad,’’ he probably saw the messages and missed calls, ‘’we will be leaving shortly. Finish your breakfast.’’

Your father stood up to leave you alone,

‘’London!’’ you blurted out, he stopped and turned to face you, ‘’I have always wanted to visit London.’’ If he could make plans so could you.

‘’Perfect.’’ He said with a wide smile, ‘’We’re going to London.’’ Not knowing your true intentions.

Tom Hiddleston was a mess, he couldn’t sleep all night and now he was on the floor of his office, his face in his hands. At first he saw you as a job, something to accomplish to find the truth so he thought it would be easy but now that you are gone and he can’t even hear your sweet voice… The maddening silence was enough. He bolted to his feet, when he saw his reflection on the shiny table he cursed at himself, he thought you were just being close friends and now that he realized he is in love with you he promised to find you. He never liked defeat and giving up so his next mission was to call his friend Benedict and tell him what happened, Benedict was good at finding things, including people.

When you arrived at London you were greeted by a grey atmosphere and wind, it was a cold day. You remembered your conversations with Tom, he always talked about London, his home land, as if it’s a paradise but without him this place felt like a cold dungeon. You could only watch what was happening, your father has a private plane, you were served food and drinks in the plane, later you landed and a group of his workers came to pick you up. From what you heard your father bought a house. No I’m sorry mansion for both of you. His illegal job made him a ruthless rich man and the way he treated people was as if they’re just here to serve him, like their entire existence depends on it.

Your father still had your phone so you were trying to remember Tom’s phone number. You never thought remembering few numbers could be this hard and it felt like your life depending on it because honestly your father was a dangerous man and Tom showed you nothing but kindness over the months you were with him. You trusted Tom more than you trusted your biological father and it says a lot.

The mansion your father bought had 6 bedrooms and 8 bathrooms, indoor swimming pool, spa and entertainments room. This was bigger than Tom’s penthouse, bigger than any house you have ever seen. The outside walls were pure white, it had a huge garden with chairs and a barbecue place. You were so tired from the journey that you only observed the house but made no comment, you were in awe,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=errT-_IvDVg (this is the house)

your bedroom was upstairs, a man brought your bags to your room and left, and then silence. You never thought silence can be so deafening, the windows opened to a balcony, you could see the vast forest’s green. You couldn’t help but fall in love with this place –even though you were here by force- after experiencing the toxic city life in New York this could be healthy for you. You took a shower and laid on your queen sized bed with smooth sheets and pillow, the house was silent and you drifted to sleep, your last thought was Tom and you saw him in your dream.

In the dream he was in a dark room, looking defeated and when you saw him you ran to him. He opened his arms wide, in the dream you felt like you are actually giving him a tight hug. Your happiness didn’t last long because Tom pulled out a knife and stabbed you in the back, you woke up in sweat and your brain was alert, you remembered his phone number and wrote it on a paper. It was 3 at night and you couldn’t go back to sleep, your fingers holding the paper tightly, you left your bed.

It was cold but you walked to your balcony to see the stars, silent yet beautiful night. All the lights were out so you figured everyone in the house, servants and your father were sleeping. Could this be a chance to give your boyfriend Tom a phone call? There was a white table on the corner of the room with notebooks, pens and a telephone. You walked inside and stood still on the center of the room. You tried to listen if there was any sound coming from downstairs but there was none. Your heart beating fast in your rib cage, what if what your father said was true? What if Tom just used you to get to him? There was only one way to find out.

You walked to the table, picked up the receiver. After dialing the numbers and waiting for him to pick up felt like a life time. The phone rang for 3 times and he answered.

‘’Hello?’’

As soon as you heard his deep voice your entire body went numb, you had to hold the edge of the table so that you won’t fall.

‘’Tom?’’ you asked, just wanted to be sure because it felt like a dream. You heard him move when he heard your voice.

‘’Y/N? Is that you? Where are you?!’’ the panic in his voice gave you hope.

‘’Tom, I’m so sorry for leaving you at that parking lot. I should’ve told you, please forgive me.’’ Your voice was shaking.

‘’Are you okay? Did someone do something to you?! Tell me and I’ll kill them all.’’ He was concerned for your safety, another hope.

‘’No, I’m fine. I don’t have much time but I’m in London.’’ You weren’t sure if you should tell him but you couldn’t stop yourself. ‘’My father whom I thought passed away years ago actually is alive and he brought me here. Listen,’’ you stopped for a second, thinking. And then you thought enough is enough, ‘’there are things I can’t say on the phone but please find me.’’ You started to hear footsteps coming to your room, ‘’What are you talking about. Where in London?’’ Tom was furious and he wanted you to give him the exact directions, ‘’I have to go, I love you.’’ And you hang up the phone, jumped to your bed.

Tom found himself saying I love you back to the his phone, you couldn’t hear him but he knew you already know. Now that he learned you were  in London he had no business staying in this pile of shit they call New York. He was coming to get you without knowing that the truth he has been seeking for years will make him question his actions, and his entire goal to finish his assignment.

Thank you for reading. Don’t forget to give a like and share a comment, I love reading your comments. :)

Tag List; @cynic-spirit

@kadashipanda

@loki-laufeyson965

@imagine-inc

@loki-yoursaviourishere

@starwarsbabe3000

@marvelouslovely

@fa-me

@loki-lover23567

@keithseabrook27

@wizardcherryblossom

@ribbetzetoad

@meyocoko

@freakcyka

Death Note

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

Warnings; None. 

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

Chapter One

December 2007 Wammy’s House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nowdays

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you for reading. :)

Personal Attack!

I'm just a horny bitch with unrealistic needs of being f'cked by fictional characters.

And I know you are too.

May I request a Hannibal x Reader where the Hannibal comes home and sees that the reader is missing. He thinks she's ran away, she broke up with him but didn't tell him, she's been kidnapped, etc. He searches the whole house and just when's about to give up or start a major freakout, he finds the reader. And it turns out that the reader had just fell off their bed when she was alseep and happened to roll under the bed and stayed alseep.

Warnings; Fluff!

Hannibal x F!Reader

A/N; Hey, thank you for this request it was cute to write. Sorry for any typos. Love you all. Comments are highly appreciated sisters ;)

(gif isn't mine)

Doctor Hannibal Lecter was late, Agent Crawford decided to visit him and asked his opinions about a case so he was late and all he could think about was you. He called you before he left his office but you didn’t pick up, he texted you but you didn’t text back. He thought maybe you were busy cooking or with your friends so he drove rather fast and came to the house you guys are sharing. Last year he asked you to move in with him and with a bright smile on your lips you said yes. He lived alone for years and now that you were here it was hard for him to share but you respected his privacy and gave him space whenever he needed. Sometimes Hannibal thought that you were just fragment of his imagination, someone who is wicked and dark shouldn’t have an angle like you. You were a gift, send by the gods.

As he walked in he noticed that the house was too quiet, he hanged his coat, put his keys into the bowl and walked in. He called your name but no response came. He first checked the kitchen, maybe you were cooking but he was wrong, the kitchen was dark and cold. He went to the living room where you guys both relaxed by the fire and read most nights. You weren’t here either, he was a calm man but right now there was this strange feeling on his chest. Like a burden sat on him.

He even checked the basement, where he hid most of his dark secrets but it was empty except for the legs where he left to marinate. He picked up his phone and called Will Graham. Few months ago he introduced you to Will and you guys became friends quickly, too quick for his liking. Maybe you ran off to meet him and leave him behind…

‘’Hello Will? May I ask you a question?’’ Will only hummed, he sounded tired. ‘’Have you seen Y/N today? Can’t find her anywhere and she isn’t picking up her phone.’’ His voice was calm but he kept pacing in the basement.

‘’No, Haven’t seen her for a week at least. Are you okay? Do you want me to come?’’ Will even though he kept saying that he didn’t like being sociable he loved his friends dearly. ‘’No, everything is fine. I will let you know when I find her. Sorry to bother you.’’ He hanged up the phone and ran upstairs.

Where could you be? He regretted sharing some of his dark secrets with you recently, he didn’t tell you everything but he told you about his past, his sister Mischa. He knew you would be afraid of him and leave him and his worst nightmare became true. He climbed the stairs and checked every room, including the shared bedroom but you were nowhere to be found and he noticed that the bed was messy.

He took his phone and called you for the last time, your phone started to ring from the nightstand, why would you leave your phone behind if you are running away? And then he saw a blanket under the bed. He knelt to check and here you were, sleeping under the bed. He was so shocked that he started to laugh out loud which woke you up.

‘’Hey.’’ You said with a low tone, ‘’What are you doing under the bed love?’’ you opened your eyes to see and he was right you fell asleep under the bed. ‘’Oh no, I must have fallen-‘’ he helped you get up and he gave you the biggest hug.

‘’I love you.’’ Hannibal Lecter wasn’t a man who showed emotions everyday but right at this moment he felt the luckiest man on the face of Earth. ‘’I love you too.’’ You replied back and kissed him lazily, ‘’Come to bed.’’ You held his hand draw him towards you, you both fell on the bed smiling and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Thank you for reading. :)

Ngl I've been thinking about this for awhile, imagine Hannibal Lecter with a Burlesque dancer like in the movie from 2010 with Cher and Christina Aguilera, reader as Ali/Christina would be really cool

A/N; Hi! Thank you for this request, i love that movie so much i sometimes listen to its songs. I had fun writing this. Happy Ramadan!

Words; 1.413K

Warnings; None.

‘’Hey! Y/N!’’ you heard a voice from the director of the show, ‘’It’s your turn now!’’ you looked at your reflection on the mirror for the last time, hair done, nails done, a nice lingerie that had rime stones on it… you were young and sexy and that was enough for your confidence. You’re good at climbing into a huge champagne glass which is filled with water and soup and big sponges and do your number. Years ago when you were a child you grew up watching burlesque dancer and the numbers they did on stage and climbing into a tall glass always entertained you, it was a classic. You were the only one who could do it right in your group, the stage was set, you had two dancers either side of the glass, dancing to the rhythm. When you walked to the stage the spot light found you and your audience started screaming for you, getting good reviews was a part of your every night. You loved the attention, slowly getting rid of your gloves you noticed someone. You knew your regular customers and this man was on the same spot, which was the VIP section, alone, drinking his champagne and admiring you from afar. He never flinched ever and you could tell that he liked dressing up and keeping everything pristine. Most of your regulars loved to send you gifts, mostly flowers, perfumes etc. However, this one never sent you anything, you started to get curious about him and asked your crew, they only knew that he was a psychiatrist and that’s it.

You moved on the stage like delicate swan, so elegant and all of the eyes were on you. As you danced to the rhythm and slowly undressed you felt his burning gaze, you knew that after the show you were going to get lots of presents except from him.

He never made a move. Most of the regular spectators loved to send you drinks and presents after the show but this particular gentleman only occupied his seat at the VIP section every week, drank his champagne, ate his luxurious dish and watched you from afar. ,

Human mind is tricky, the brain loves to focus on that one person who doesn’t have his focus on us.

Nonetheless you were intrigued by him.

Thanks to the help of the dancers on the stage you climbed into the champagne glass, your rime stoned lingerie shining under the spot light. The water was cold just how you liked it. Moving around in the glass, splashing water has always made your audience smile and left them satisfied. Maybe because of the fact that your lingerie was soaked and your damp body shimmered under the lights…

When you were done you were escorted back, it felt so cold so you wore your pink robe, people you work with congratulated you, and you kindly smiled. Before you could open your dressing room’s door and throw yourself on your pink fluffy couch your boss, an old lady with long silver hair and kind blue eyes stopped you, ‘’A gentleman is inside, he has an offer for you.’’ You were puzzled. ‘’Thank you for the heads up.’’ Before you walked in you checked your hair and make-up, and then you walked in.

He was sitting on the pink couch, when you entered and as soon as he saw you he bolted to his feat. ‘’Miss Y/L/N.’’ he addressed you and you smiled. He had a dark grey 3 piece suit which fit him perfectly, he looked odd in this room of pink. He extended his large hand and continued, ‘’It is a pleasure finally meeting you in person.’’ You held his hand and you felt a sudden rush to your  stomach. Why did he have such an impact on you? You noticed the way he emphasized the word ‘’finally’’ he was also aware of you noticing him for weeks. ‘’Please.’’ You gestured him to sit back, you sat across him. The sudden realization hit you, you had your soaking wet lingerie underneath your pink robe. His face didn’t give any clues whatsoever. ‘’Allow me to introduce myself, I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter.’’ You nodded gently, legs crossed. Melodies from the stage floating into the room, in that brief silence you wondered why did your boss allow him inside? It usually never happens.

He must have persuaded the old lady with something… most likely money.

‘’Y/N Y/L/N. At your service.’’ You replied with a soldier tone to break the ice and caught him smirking a bit. His maroon eyes looked into your eyes directly, you felt shiver running down your spine, he was intense. His gaze found the pile of presents resting on the table at the corner of the room, was that annoyance written on his sharp face?

‘’May I ask the reason why you are here Doctor Lecter?’’ you attracted his gaze again, you could feel your palms getting sweaty, his presence made you nervous and you didn’t even know this person.

‘’I would love to hire your service for one of my dinner parties.’’ He bluntly said, he seemed like a guys who would go and get something, a true dominant man. Also the way he used ‘’your service’’ didn’t go unnoticed, he was respectful. His hand went inside his jacket’s pocket to pull out a check book, he wrote something and ripped the page, you were excited when he handed it to you.

When you saw the price you were shocked.

‘’But this is too much-‘’ you said with wide eyes, holding the check as if it is something fragile, ‘’Burlesque is an art and I’m never shy spending money on art.’’ He replied, you could sense the strong undertones. ‘’When is the party?’’

You accepted his offer, this was the first time you went to do a number to someone’s home. He mentioned that his home was enough to bring your essentials. For a week you practiced and practiced. You felt like you needed to make him proud, even though he paid you and this was your job you just wanted to be perfect at it and have a good time.

He didn’t lie, his home was like a castle, more than enough for your show. You were ready and also small group of your dancers were ready too, everything was set.

Dancing so close to the audience didn’t make you nervous at all, you felt alive, the music felt like it was running through your veins, you were one with it. You could feel the public’s eyes were on you in an awe of your art, the energy was immaculate. You could also see the host of the party, Doctor Lecter, holding his drink in one hand, the other in his pocket, his maroon gaze focused on you and only you. Almost predatory.

The champagne glass act made the audience sigh in excitement, it seemed like this was the first time they experience this and it feed your soul.

After the show you went upstairs to change because Doctor Lecter wanted to introduce you to his guests. You were touching on your make up when someone knocked on your door.

‘’Come in.’’

It was Lecter himself. ‘’You are a vision.’’ He said leaning on the door, you smiled. ‘’I have a gift for you.’’ He walked towards you, ‘’You didn’t have to Doctor Lecter.’’ You said when he opened the velvet box he was holding, a golden necklace was in that box, 24 karat you assumed. ‘’Please,’’ he said, ‘’Hannibal.’’

‘’Hannibal you already paid more than the actual price and this…’’ you were blushing, ‘’I’ve wanted to give you this for so long,’’ he confessed, ‘’but I was waiting for the right time.’’ You watched him place the necklace on you through the mirror, both of his hands found their place on your shoulders, he knelt and he planted a soft kiss on your cheek, he turned to the mirror to see your face and lock eyes.

‘’Looks good on you.’’ He said, you touched the necklace, ‘’Thank you, you are so generous.’’ His aura was heavy, his manly cologne filled your nostrils. You were intoxicated, it was wrong, he was your employer. ‘’I hope we will be more close from this night on.’’

You could feel your heart racing, was this a some kind of proposal? Only time would tell. Hand in hand you left the room to mingle.