Polar Opposites

Neck Kisses

From the kiss prompt list, I'd like to request #14 with Pedro Pascal please @na-nou83​

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

Pedro Pascal X Reader

Warnings; None. FLUFF :D

A/N: Thank you for the request, sorry for any typos, enjoy! 

You were in the kitchen cooking Pedro’s most favorite food, he had a hard week and you think he deserves to be spoiled a little. You were listening a song from 40’s, swaying your hips and minding your business and you didn’t hear the door opening. Pedro was home, you guys were living together for few months and he wished he asked you earlier because coming home to see you there made him feel safe and loved. He was silent, standing at the threshold, he leaned on his left, arms crossed just watching you cook and sway to the music. It seemed that you didn’t realize he was there so he sneaked up on you and hugged you from behind. You jumped, ‘’Pedro! Shit, you scared me Señor!’’ he chuckled, ‘’I’m sorry mi amor. What you making?’’

 He made you turn and look at him, your hands went to his shoulders, ‘’Your favorite. After we have dinner I thought we could just relax and watch some Netflix. What do you think?’’ you traced the dark circles under his eyes lightly with the tips of your fingers. He looked tired. 

 ‘’Querido, you think of everything.’’ He leaned in and kissed your neck softly, you giggled because his mustache burnt your skin and left a hot feeling, his eyes were closed and he was inhaling your sweet scent.  He always loved kissing your neck and hearing you giggle, he did it on purpose. He had a smile on his lips, as warm as the summer breeze, you could feel his smile on your skin. He kissed the other side of your neck as well, nuzzled his nose, taking her scent fully. 

It felt like home, he was your home and you were his.

 Thank you for reading. :)

writing ? More like, hawk tuah! 😂 haha, that’s just some of my classic humor. I have a horrific suicidal ideation inducing headache today. Just wanted to spread some joy. On the car ride to the Indianapolis airport with who I believe was your ? Aunt? Who’s to say. I discovered she truly is enthralled by your works. I mean ,, really got her going . Trust me I’d know. Do you like the state fair? I do. My favorite part is the one that goes all the way upside down. I can’t do that today bcuz my migraine hurts and also it is not there because it is not summer yet which (if you don’t know) is typically when they do those sorts of things. Maybe it’s different where you are 🤔? It’s beautiful hwo different everybody’s cultures are, from state fair to … I don’t know. Maybe how they place stamps on envelopes( those are the things you send letters in, typically) song Rec! Oh what a beautiful morning by Hugh Hackman. What are the chances we’re in the same continent at the same time? Wonderous! My favorite type of fruit is actually no fruit. I prefer a vegetable. Celery, if I’m feelin frisky ! Au revoir

Bro what??? Lol 😂😂😂 (laughing very hard) Lots of love from me! Stay safe and yeah! Bye! 💜

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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I was going to wait a little bit more but couldn’t hold myself! Enjoy!! If you are in an abusive relationship please leave that person, trust me it doesn’t get better. Love you all!!! <333 :)))

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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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 an best thing that happened to him all his life.

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

Warnings; None.

Words; 2.448K

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A/n; Hi guys. Thank you for liking the story. It gets interesting I promise you. Sorry for any typos.  I will try to upload every 5 days. 

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Chapter Two

‘’This is me.’’ You said as Tom parked his car outside of your apartment, you could hear a man screaming and a baby crying. ‘’Thank you Tom. Good night.’’ You said and took your bag, ‘’Good night Y/N.’’ Tom didn’t like this neighborhood not one bit, it didn’t look safe at all and the screams he heard proved him right, his long fingers wrapped on steering wheel tightly, you walked out of his car and headed to your apartment building. You hoped to see him tomorrow but he looked like he didn’t live close to your bar, why would he travel all the way to come to the bar you work at? He looked like an important business man and he could go to expensive luxurious clubs. You sighed as you walked into the house, it was silent. Your roommate was either asleep or outside getting into trouble. You took off your sweaty clothes and decided to take a quick shower before bed. You had to share the shower and thanks to your obsession with cleaning and your roommate being gay  the shower was always spotless. Your mind went back to the moment when you met Tom few hours ago, he was tall, not too muscular but he had a fit body, you caught his baby blue eyes travelling to your chest once or twice and it excited you. Deep down you knew he will never be interested in you but… that but hanged in your mind.

Tom was at his penthouse when he got a phone call from his long time friend Benedict. They were friends for years and Benedict promised to help him find his dad’s killer. ‘’Please tell me you got good news.’’ Tom said, his voice came out a tired plea, he sat on his black puffy couch, had a scotch in one hand. ‘’Good news brother! I’ve found something.’’ He straightened his frame on the couch, ‘’The Queens clan was paid by him to protect someone. He paid 2 million in cash for 2 years protection. My resource says that the man promised when 2 years agreement is successful he’ll pay for more.’’

Tom remembered that bald man who said the killer of his father is protecting someone. ‘’Who does he want to protect? One of his accomplice?’’

‘’A woman. It gets interesting, I’ve found who she is and she doesn’t even work for any clan or gang. I’ll send you info on her.’’

‘’Thank you Ben. See you when I come back to London.’’ Tom opened his laptop, Benedict had already sent him a file via e-mail.

‘’Let’s see who you are.’’

When Tom clicked on the file, he had to stop for a moment and take it all in, ‘’Y/N Y/L/N…’’ he breathed, this was the woman he met tonight. Info on her was short, only her name, phone number, home address and where she works. ‘’Who are you Y/N?!’’ he had to make a smart plan to draw her in and get her to talk but how? He couldn’t just kidnap her and make her talk with torture, he promised his father that he would never harm a child or a woman. The gears in his brain were working, he finished his drink and placed the glass on the coffee table rather harshly, he was tired and he needed to rest before making any important decision.

The Next Morning, you woke up early as usual to do a  10 min morning yoga, even though your life was shitty you wanted to make time for yourself in the mornings, you could hear Sam crashing things in the kitchen, you loved him but he irritated you sometimes.. like a lot.

‘’Morning Sam.’’ You walked to the kitchen to make yourself a small breakfast, ‘’Morning girlie.’’ He looked hangover but that never stopped him from being nice and smiling to you, he was a great friend and you get to pay half the price of the bills and rent. As you put the milk in the bowl the door was knocked and Sam rushed to the door, ‘’If that’s your shitty ex I’m beating his ass!’’ you yelled from the kitchen which made Sam laugh, his ex started to come to your door to make up with him. Sam, came back with a shocked expression on his golden colored face, he was a handsome Spanish man.

‘’Girlll these are for you!’’ he showed you the bouquet of red roses, you looked puzzled, ‘’For me?’’ you asked in confusion. Sam snatched the black card and read out loud, ‘’Thank you for listening to me and making me laugh. I wish to hear from you, a coffee perhaps? Thomas William Hiddleston, here is my phone number.’’

When Sam finished reading you started to cough, you almost chocked on your cereal. ‘’Who is this gentleman and tell me if he has friends like him, ASAP.’’ You reached for the blood red roses to smell, you closed your eyes and inhaled the sweet scent deeply, you told Sam about what happened last night and to be honest he was more excited than you are, you were just shocked and it had been a while since you went on a date with someone. ‘’What should I do?’’ you asked Sam he cupped your cheeks and made you look at him, ‘’Take a leap of faith sis, he seems like a nice guy.’’ With that you felt this energy, it made you braver than usual and you took the card, dialed his number first but then decided to text him, maybe he was working and you didn’t want to interrupt him.

‘’Hello Tom, I’m Y/N. Thank you for sending me these lovely roses, I love them. Coffee sounds great.’’  You read it out loud for Sam to approve and then sent it, you put your phone on the white table.

Sam had to leave for work aka meeting his sugar daddy, when he told you that he had a sugar daddy you never judged him because this is a cruel world and we do what we have to in order to survive and you wished the best for Sam, he deserved shiny things in life just like everyone else. To take your mind off your current situation you did a little cleaning and reading, your shift was at night so you had time for yourself. You were caught up in your book when your phone made a sound, when you saw Tom’s number you dropped the book.

‘’Hi, thank you for texting me Y/N,  I do apologies, I was working and couldn’t return to your text immediately.  Hope you have time for coffee  and chat right now. I can come and pick you up.’’

You felt your heart racing, palms getting sweaty, like right now? You didn’t know what to write, he texted after a minute of pause.

‘’If that’s okay with you of course.’’

He really wanted to see you then, that’s what you deduced.

‘’Yes I have time. My shift starts late, send me the address and I’ll come.’’

You didn’t want him to be your personal chauffer and it was your first date. You jumped from your couch and ran to your bedroom, it was going to be a casual coffee date so you didn’t want to overdo the outfit. You opened your closet, threw your clothes to your bed, it was a warm day, you picked a baby blue sundress which had white flowers on it. It was 1.45 pm.

He sent you the address and you left your building.

Tom came up with a plan when he woke up today, he was going to date you and help you open up to him and get info. He never did something like this before, it was border line unethical and he hated himself for it but his priority was to find the man who killed his father and if he had to date you for it then he wouldn’t hesitate but why did he have a bitter taste in his mouth? He was working from home because his ‘’business’’ was in London, he ordered some roses for you he choose them himself. He wasn’t too optimistic but later you accepted his proposal and for a split second he forgot that he was doing this for a purpose, he felt this warm feeling on his chest, when he remembered… he breathed heavily. And now he was sitting on a chair at a cozy coffee shop waiting for you, he came early to find a nice spot for you to relax and feel safe. Waitress came to get his order but he declined and told the young woman that he was waiting for a friend, she smiled and lingered for few seconds and then left to get someone else’s order. He looked at his silver watch, as a business man he never liked waiting for things, including people. He realized he was moving his leg in anxiety so he stopped, he never felt nervous like this before, and he saw you opening the glass door and walking. You had a baby blue dress which wrapped your beautiful body perfectly and shoved all of the delicious curves, he shook his head to keep this professional but as you approached to him with a small smile tugged at your red lips he couldn’t help but smile back. He bolted to his feet so that he could help you with your chair, ‘’Hi, thank you Tom.’’ You sat and flipped your hair back casually and his pants got tight with the action. ‘’Hello Y/N,’’ he sat back to his place, ‘’thank you again for not rejecting me, I would be a broken hearted man if that happened.’’ It made you giggle, ‘’I pitied you.’’ You sarcastically clapped back and he liked it, he threw his head back and laughed. Tom could get the scent of your minty smell, the tips of your hair looked wet, he had an image of you taking a shower in his mind for a second, and he looked at the menu to get a grip. ‘’How was your day?’’ You asked curiously, ‘’Nothing out of the ordinary, I have to work from home because my work is back home. London.’’ You looked at the menu like him, ‘’Really? I have always wanted to pay a visit to London.’’ You blurted out like a child and felt your cheeks go red. He looked up to meet your gaze, his blue eyes studying your red cheeks and red lips, ‘’Maybe one day I can take you.’’ Tom couldn’t believe himself right now, he didn’t say it just to say it, he meant it.

‘’If we met under different circumstances Y/N… this could actually work.’’ He thought, mouth tightening.

‘’Ready for order?’’ the same girl came to your table, her brown eyes were on Tom and only Tom. ‘’Yes,’’ Tom looked at you, ignoring the girl, ‘’What would you like to have love?’’ you felt your knees go weak.. you cleared your throat, ‘’Coffee and carrot cake please.’’ Tom noticed that even though the waitress didn’t address you, you still had manners.

‘’A classy woman’’

‘’Same for me.’’ Tom said kindly smiling, the woman left them alone finally.

‘’When does your shift start?’’ he asked, his one hand playing with his lip, looking directly at you, this man loved eye contact. Your eyes went to his thin lips and his big hand, he had a shirt with the few buttons open and you could see the tips of his chest hair, the color of it was beige, he had black tight pants. His hair was curly and you wanted to run your fingers among the soft curls, ‘’At 9pm.’’ The flirty waitress brought your orders, placed them on the table slowly, ‘’If there is anything you want,’’ she looked at Tom with big eyes, ‘’I’m here.’’

You rolled your eyes, some people had no filter and manners. She could see it was your first date but she had to audacity to disregard your presence and flirt with your date. You didn’t say anything and focused on your date,  

‘’I wish I could come tonight but I have to take care of some business related files.’’

‘’What is your job exactly?’’ you asked directly, took a bite from your cake, he did the same to think. He had to be careful with his next words, ‘’I have a small company back home, I’m here on a business trip.’’ Later you talked about your lives, you briefly told him that you were a daughter of a single mother and never met your father, she raised you on her own and passed away when you were on college so you had to drop out and work, you wanted to go back one day. Tom told you that he got his business from his dad who passed away few years ago, he had siblings and you wondered what’s that like and he told you that it was hell, you laughed hard.

‘’Tom,’’ you said, you were sitting with him for 2 hours now, ‘’Hmm?’’ he finished his cake, ‘’Can I ask you something?’’ the tone of your voice alarmed him, ‘’Of course love.’’

‘’Why did you want to go on a date with me? Please do not misjudge me but obviously we lead very different lives and I just want to know your true intentions.’’ This sudden serious question was unexpected, if you knew his true intentions you would scream for help and run away. As the seconds went by you regarded him suspiciously, ‘’I’m sorry,’’ he cleared his throat, ‘’Last night, when we met.. I could feel a spark between us and I hope you feel the same way. You are wonderful Y/N,’’ your hands were on the small table and he reached for you, he held your hands in his large ones, Tom didn’t want to let himself go but you looked so innocent and loving all at once, he couldn’t think of you  helping a killer or having some type of connection with the man who killed his father. The air  between you got thick and he was right, you can feel the sparkle, the tension. His hands were comfortably warm, his blue eyes looked gentle. You gave a smile as warm as the sun rise, ‘’you came to my life at the right time, and I would like to date you.’’

You felt your heart and insides melt with his words, at that moment you couldn’t hear other people in the coffee shop, it was just you and him  existing together in harmony. ‘’I would like to date you too.’’

Chapter 3

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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; Thank you for liking. Sorry for any typos. Enjoy.

Chapter Two 

Y/N was holding her wrists, they were burning, ‘’Does it hurt?’’ Mello asked pointing her wrists, ‘’I can handle it. Thank you.’’ So many unsaid things stuck at their throats, ‘’Why are you here? Wasn’t Near enough for you?’’ Mello said, his voice spitting acid venom, Y/N rolled her eyes, ‘’Here we go again… Mello, you know I had to stay with him, he was attached to me. I couldn’t leave a child behind.’’ She crossed her legs, her black leather skirt lifted up a little, she had fishnet stockings, black high-heels, her burgundy velvet blouse showed some cleavage. It had been years and now this gorgeous woman was sitting across from Mello, his heart beat was rising with each second, he averted his blue gaze. ‘’Why are you here Y/N?’’ He asked as he took a bite from his sweet chocolate, he stopped, pulled of the silver cover of the chocolate bar, broke a piece and offered to her, like in the old days. ‘’Is this a peace offering?’’ She asked herself, she took it and put it in her mouth as she was looking into his river coloured eyes, his eyes went to her lips  and her eyes and then her lips again. ‘’My last case was a tough one, I was tracking a homocidal maniac who is a serial killer,’’ she unbuttoned her blouse and showed the scar on her chest, her skin was burnt and it almost resembled a heart shape. ‘’Near suggested I should leave his side and take sometime, he caught the killer as he was about to kill me. I don’t know how but one mistake almost caused me my life,’’ Mello was silently listening to her story, he knew she was telling the truth, his eyes showed compassion when he saw the burnt scar, also rage filled his eyes, how could someone do this to her?! She continued, ‘’I had nowhere to go, Matt told me where you stay so.. here I am.’’ Mello knelt again, he took of his leather glove and touched her scar, it was knew so it still hurt her, he pulled away when he heard her moan in pain. After all those years Mello had to admit he was happy to see her, instead of living alone she choose to come to him, she choose him as her shelter. ‘’Follow me.’’ Mello said sharply and they left the room, they walked some halls, there were men protecting the mafia boss, as they walked to the living room she saw the boss with five girls, he took a glance at her and winked, she was sure he wanted her but it was never going to happen. They left the living room and Mello took her to his bedroom. The king-sized bed’s blankets and sheet looked messy, he had a huge wardrobe, a door which opened to the luxurious bathroom, ‘’Sit.’’ He pointed the black velvet couch, she never liked being ordered around but when she was him reaching for the firstaid kit she sat down. He came with a metal tray, she took off her blouse, Mello for a second was distracted but pulled himself together and applied a lotion to her burnt side of her chest, ‘’What is the name of the man who did this to you?’’ he asked calmly, it was the calm before the storm she knew it. ‘’He is in prison don’t worry about it.’’

Mello gave her some clothes to wear, she used to wear his t-shirts back in Wammy’s House, he smiled at the memory, ‘’I have to say, you grew up to be a gorgeous woman.’’ He aid was he was washing his hands, giving her a space to change her clothes, ‘’Thank you Mello. Since we are confessing I should say that you are a handsome man, but yor eyes never changed, still the same rage lies beneath.’’

He chuckled and walked inside, she was standing there in his oversized death metal shirt, the shirt was coming to her knees so it looked like a dress, she still had the fishnet stockings. Her eye makeup was smudged but to Mello she was the most beautiful woman on this earth. ‘’What are you looking at?’’ She asked amused, Mello said nothing but took few steps, closed the gap between them and hugged her. After years this was their first hug, she could smell his sweet scent and burried her face on the crook of his neck, he closed his eyes and ejoyed the moment, they never wanted to let go but there was a knock on his door, ‘’Fuck!’’ he cursed under his breath, he lt go and opened the door, ‘’Boss wants to see you.’’ a man said. ‘’I’ll be there, leave.’’

He closed the door and laid his forehead on the cold wood, ‘’You just had to call for me right now!’’

Y/N hopped on his bed, ‘’You should go, I’ll be fine.’’ Mello looked at her, she was on his bed looking at him with an amused smirk. He was having a hard time, he just wanted to jump to the bed and never leave but he had to go. With a sudden move he left quickly.

Y/N giggled, she knew what she was doing, after some time she got bored and decided to leave, she wasn’t just here because she had no where to go she also wanted to lear about Mello’s business.  She was walking around and finally found them, Mello was sitting with a chocolate bar in his hand, legs opened wide, his boss was sitting at the other side of the white furniture,  there were girls in beautiful dresses and luxurious jewelery. She felt like a shadow, like no one paid attention to her except Mello. They were discussing ther business and death note, Mello was holding a notebook, men around her was looking at her with anger because all of them knew she put one of their friends inside. Mello looke like he was talking to someone, but where he was looking there was no one, ‘’Mello, are you okay?’’ she asked concerned. Mello smiled, ‘’Shinigami Sidoh wants to meet you. Here, touch the notebook.’’ Y/N was hearing stuff about death note but she never heard about a Shinigami. Y/N touched the notebook and a tall creature appeared before her eyes, she took a step back. ‘’What- what is this?’’ The creature smiled at her kindly, ‘’Hello, my name is Sidoh, I’m a Shinigami. Nice to meet you ma’am.’’ She tried to touch him but he was like air, couldn’t feel him. Sidoh explained how the system worked and after few days they bacame close friends.

‘’Sidoh seems to like me.’’ Y/N said as she was walkinf out side of the bathroom wrapped in a white towle, he hair was wet and sticking to her shoulders, Mello was in bed, she could see his chest, ‘’It’s not only Sidoh.’’ He said with a displeased tone, ‘’I know, your boss wants me for himself. No need to worry though, I don’t like him.’’ She found atowle to dry her hair, she wa standing in front of a tall mirror she could also see Mello. ‘’Who do you like?’’ Mello asked like a teenager, he rolled his eyes for asking that stupid question. Y/N was trying to cover the smile on her lips, ‘’I think you know.’’

Mello left the warm bed, it had been few days since Y/N was with him and he was respectfully keeping his distance because he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, he was headed to the bathroom when Y/N stopped him by touching his arm gently, Mello turned to her, she was beautiful, intelligent and her smile alone made this place glow radiantly. ‘’I’ve missed you.’’ Y/N said, and leaned to his lips

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Personal Attack!

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

And I know you are too.

Honesty

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Hannibal lecter x Australian reader where he deems her “rude” but learns that that’s just her culture (ie excessive drinking, crude jokes, “harsh” accent, swears in every sentence [like I shit you not swearing isnt considered unprofessional here. One of our ministers called another minister a cunt lol], etc). I just like the idea of two people being so opposite lmao. Also Hannibal is such a fine foods connoisseur, and our food is basically “first step, get a piece of white bread” hahahaha. I feel like he would find the cultural differences interesting @soggy-enchilada​

Oneshot Hannibal Fic

Hannibal Lecter x Australian Reader

Warnings;None.

Sorry for any typos, hope you like it. :)

‘’Didn’t you just finished your drink Y/N?’’ Jack Crawford asked amazed, ‘’Now you have another glass of champagne.’’ Y/N gave him a big smile, ‘’Like you don’t know me my good old cobber.’’ Y/N rolled her eyes and looked around her, she never liked joining parties like this one. Jack’s wife was ill so Y/N came to this elegant party with him to help him figure out something… which she can’t remember but it was related to work. Jack and Y/N met years ago because there was a murder care related to America and Australia and she helped the FBI and they became friends. ‘’Why are we here again?’’ She was close to finishing her 5th glass, ‘’My colleague Doctor Hannibal Lecter is acting suspicious lately and I want to know why. ‘’ Y/N never  met the doctor before but she heard his dinner parties and his success in his career. ‘’Where is he?’’ She whispered getting close to Jack, he looked around him to see where Hannibal was, ‘’He was there seconds ago.. I have to use the bathroom wait for me.’’ And he left.

Hannibal Lecter was talking to his guests when he saw her, he didn’t know her and he wondered how she came here. She had a green mermaid dress which showed her body in a graceful yet with a shimmer of wickedness, her dark red lipstick looked intimidating, her resemblance to a femme fatal figure surprised him.

‘’Excuse me for a moment.’’ He politely left the crowd and approached to this young lady who looked bored and he cannot have a bored guest in his house, ‘’Greetings madam, I’m Doctor Hannibal Lecter, the host of this party, I’m afraid I do not know you.’’ He looked at her up and down and his brown eyes landed on her Y/E/C eyes, she didn’t look away, however a faint pink colour appeared on her cheeks. ‘’My name is Y/N Y/L/N, Jack Crawford brought me here. Since you are the host Doctor Lecter may I ask you something?’’

He looked intrigued, her accent was Australian and sound strange to his ears,

‘’What can a girl like me have to do in order to get a cold frothy?’’ She asked with a annoyed tone which caught his attention, she had a bold spirit. ‘’I assume you didn’t like the champagne?’’ He tried to calm his nerves but the way she looked at him was rude, and he never liked rude people. ‘’I don’t like fancy things.’’ Hannibal caught one of the servants, ‘’Can we get a cold beer please, thank you.’’ And he took her empty glass, ‘’Jack has never mentioned you before, was there something special between you and him?’’ he asked directly because she was being rude, ‘’Ew no.’’ he could see the disgust on her face, ‘’Jack is like my big brother, I helped the FBI couple of years ago, why are you so curious Doctor Lecter?’’ her cold beer arrived, ‘’Finally.’’ She whispered to herself, ‘’I assumed that a beautiful woman such as yourself might caught his attention.’’ He wanted to test the waters and gave her a chance to be kind and take his compliment, ‘’You only think that because I look like a rich woman. This is not real me Doctor Lecter.’’ She winked at him and left his company without excusing herself.

There was something about her, was she rude or just brutally honest?

‘’Ladies and Gentlemen,’’ Hannibal got into the center of his living room, ‘’The dinner is served please follow me.’’

Guests walked into the big dining room, the walls were dark blue, and paintings decorated them, she could sense a masculine energy in the room, the table had several lit candles, servants were bringing white and red wine, the smell was extraordinary. Y/N took her place next to Jack and close to Hannibal Lecter who was standing and holding his wooden chair, after everyone was placed the servants took off the silver covers and the guests started to applause which was really strange to Y/N. ‘’I’m not gonna do that, no thank you.’’

She knew Hannibal saw her and she didn’t care, ‘’Before we beging you must all be warned, nothing here is vegetarian. Bon appétit.’’ And the guests started to applause again and she rolled her eyes, on her right there was an old woman with a red dress and she whispered into her ear, ‘’My dear Hannibal never likes rude people. You should be careful.’’

During the dinner she was bored, because people who considered themselves ‘’sophisticated’’ had conversations which made her uncomfortable, these people were trying to prove that they are smart and it looked pathetic. The food looked strange to her, she has never seen dishes like these and tried everything on the table, ‘’Mis Y/L/N I hope you like the food.’’ Hannibal addressed her and everyone stopped talking, eyes were on her, ‘’What the fuck is he trying to do?!’’

 ‘’They look too fancy for my liking, I’m Australian so this is the first time I try food like these. I appreciate the effort.’’ And people started to ask her about her country, she didn’t know how but she became the center of interest. Hannibal Lecter was silent silent and was listening her. People were laughing at her jokes and she felt like she was accepted,

‘’And then what happened?’’ the red dressed woman asked her curiously, ‘’Our minister called him a fuckin cunt that’s what happened.’’ And they all laughed together. Hannibal noticed the shine in her eyes and how different her culture was.

After hours of talking and eating people started to leave, and then Alana, Jack, Y/N and Hannibal were sitting and enjoying the warmness coming from the fireplace.

Y/N took off her high-heel shoes, ‘’Fuck my feet hurt.’’  Hannibal took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, ‘’There is a technique called arch rubs, may I?’’ and he sat on the edge of the long chair, he held the top of the foot in one hand, with the fingers of his other hand he rubbed the length of the arch, he did that repeatedly from the heel to the ball of the foot. His hands felt amazing and her head fell back and a soft moan left her red lips, ‘’Shit that’s so good..’’

Hannibal smirked, he knew what kind of an effect he had on people and he liked it, Jack was talking about Y/N staying for a year because the FBI needed her and Hannibal could see her in his life, it will be hard because of her bold spirit and her rude words but she was an honest woman and he treasured such a rare character trait.

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Hello

So I was thinking of a scenario where reader (she is in her twenties) and is a patient of Hannibal’s. Throughout their sessions Hannibal forms a sort of attachment and feelings. In the fic we read of Hannibal’s thoughts after the reader committed suicide.

Hope you consider the idea

A/N: Hi!!!!! Thank you for the request, sorry i couldn't make the reader unalive herself but there was an attempt. Enjoy!

Warnings: Suicide attempt.

Doctor Lecter was in his office, after his first patient he took a 23 minute break. He brought his lunch with him so he laid his lunch bag on his desk, took the glass boxes out and put them in order, first soup and then the main course, maybe he would order coffee or go out to get some, he wasn’t sure. As he was eating he checked his schedule he saw her name Y/N, Y/L/N. Her face appeared in his dark mind, she was such a lovely young lady, being a student, also working at a part time job to support herself because she was an orphan. He came to notice that he was admiring this young woman. All her life she struggled but found a way to rise and continue her path. The reason she had started getting therapy was to relax and let her worries behind. She was making progress, and it made Hannibal content about the therapy. Their last session she mentioned of being tired all the time, Hannibal suggested some techniques and also extra vitamins she could take, sometimes he found himself wanting to take care of her. Cooking for her, watching her sleep or maybe washing her hair… the images started to get more explicit so he had to focus on his lunch. Recently he had these provoking thoughts of her and it made things difficult for him.

When he finished his lunch he still had time so he wore his coat and left his office to get a cup of coffee from a near café. He often visited this café, it was cozy and not crowded, there were comfortable chairs by the window and also there was a fireplace inside which was always lit. As he approached to the barista he heard someone call for him, ‘’Doctor Lecter?’’ he recognized the sweet voice, it belonged to Y/N, he turned with a warm smile, ‘’Lovely to see you here Y/N, I assume you also needed coffee before our session.’’ He said with a hint of sarcasm, she laughed and Hannibal thought that it was the sweetest sound a man could hear in his life time. ‘’I suggest you should order a strong one because you’ll need it for today.’’ She replied with the same sarcastic and playful manner and Hannibal deeply chuckled. ‘’A strong one it is.’’ He turned to the barista and ordered, ‘’If you don’t mind..’’ he looked around, it was still early so only few people were in, ‘’we can have our session here.’’ He shrugged his shoulder, trying to seem nonchalant but he had been desiring for an opportunity like this, to be outside with her like two adult friends who enjoy each others’ company.

‘’I don’t mind.’’ She replied with a shy tone, there was a visible blush on her cheeks, ‘’Shall we sit here, by the fire place?’’ she only nodded and they sat. When she took off her coat he observed her clothing, she was always neat and put together, today she had black jeans, black high heeled boots and a copper color turtle neck, her make-up was plain which he liked it about her. Every time she looked like she belonged to a royal family. Her head always high and her eyes full of life but today something was off, he could tell. ‘’How was your week?’’ he asked as usual and listened to her.

‘’My lectures were great, I had some quizzes which I passed all of them,’’

Hannibal felt proud, even though he had no right to.

‘’later we celebrated with friends..’’ as she explained her week Hannibal noticed how dull she was, as if she was reporting to her professor. ‘’You don’t seem that excited even though you had things to celebrate.’’ He commented and waited for her reply, she shrugged her shoulders, ‘’I don’t have the energy to get excited,’’ she paused for a second, ‘’honestly, I’m tired of this mask I have to wear around everyone, except you.’’ With this confession Hannibal paused for a second, didn’t they make any progress, ‘’Can you elaborate on that Y/N?’’ he asked, they were addressing each other during their sessions like friends, how he wished he could be more than that. These past few weeks he kept wandering about her during his day, at work or at home didn’t matter. She sighed before she spoke again, her hands were shaky, ‘’I feel lost, my friends aren’t my friends actually they are just some students I grew accustom to, as you know I don’t have a family and the concept of it scares me even though I desperately ache for it..’’

Hannibal was seeing this side of her for the first time, usually she was a confident woman with future plans and a schedule but today… she was like a lost little girl. All he wanted was to hold her in his arms and carry her in his home.

Their sessions at the office were 45 minutes but today they spent almost 2 hours talking at the end he offered to give her a ride to her dormitory, she accepted. On the drive they had a casual conversation, she explained her lectures and the approach her professors took.  She knew that Hannibal loved the academic life, he once told her that he missed teaching, ‘’Maybe you could help me with my up coming finals. As you know my major is criminal psychology.’’

Hannibal smiled at the offer, ‘’I would love to.’’ He said calmly but deep down he could feel his heart rate grow faster, he exhaled to control himself because he was driving and he couldn’t put your life in jeopardy. When he parked in the parking lot you unbuckled and turned to him, ‘’Today didn’t feel like session Hannibal, so thank you. It was lovely.’’ She could see his small smile, he leaned in for a hug which she didn’t reject. She hugged him back but it lasted few more seconds than a usual hug, it had a meaning for both of them.

Hannibal wondered why she had hugged him that tightly and long and unfortunately he would soon come to realize…

The next morning he woke up at his usual time, 6.oo am. He took a shower, went to prepare his breakfast, it was Saturday so he was off and had the whole day to read and enjoy being at home. As he prepared breakfast he turned on his TV at the kitchen, he liked watching local news, he believed that knowing what was going on in the city he lived.

As he heard the name of Y/N’s dormitory he paused and turned the volume up, a female student had tried to commit suicide and she was hospitalized, the speaker didn’t give the full name of the student only the initials of her first and last name and it was similar with Y/N’s, he remembered their hug yesterday. His instincts and analytical thinking never made him make a mistake and he had a bitter feeling in his gut. He turned off the oven, turned off the TV, went upstairs and got dressed quickly. Something in him told him to go to the hospital and he wasn’t wrong. When he entered the hospital and gave Y/N’s name at the front desk, the poor lady lowered her head. ‘’Her situation is still critical sir. Please, follow me.’’ He only nodded and followed the woman, together they rode the elevator in an uncomfortable silence, she kept opened her mouth to say something but closed, maybe she thought better.

When he walked inside the room she was sleeping, like a fallen angel she, she was tied to the machines to check her vitals, ’’Poor child, no one came for her except you sir.’’ And the woman left them alone. Hannibal, for the first time in his life he was about to lose control, break every window and machines in here and just take her with him. He exhaled deeply and sat by the armchair next to her, held her hand, ‘’I am going to take you with me when you wake up. I know I have keeping things professional for weeks but I cannot deny the fact that I have grown some type of an attachment and feelings towards you Y/N, you have nothing to fear from now on, I’ve got you.’’ He said to her didn’t care if she could hear him or not. Hannibal has made his decision, she was going to be his whether she liked it or not.

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

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

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

(aww he is too cute here)

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

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

Little did she knew that this will chance soon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fire on Ice

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

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

Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Words; 1.668K

Warnings; First Kiss OMG! 

TAG LIST IS OPEN!

A/N; Let me know what you think babes. Sorry for any typos, enjoy. I’m going with slow-burn, you must suffer with me lol Text me if I forgot to tag you luvs. Stay safe. I wanted to add some gifs to give you visual ideas ;) 

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Chapter Five

‘’So have you guys did it?’’ Benedict asked Tom, they were having a face time call, Tom rolled his eyes, thankfully Benedict couldn’t see the pink dust on his cheeks right now. It had been 20 days since he met you and whenever you guys got together he had this ache in his heart and his pants. He was sad to use you like this but also you looking at him with those innocent eyes turned him on. He promised himself that he won’t go that far in this relationship, as soon as he learned your role in his father’s murder he would let you go but he pushed that thought away for now. ‘’What do you mean Ben?’’ he asked like he didn’t understand Ben’s intention, ‘’Oh my God, you still haven’t shagged her? Really! Least you can do is to have fun mate.’’ Ben said laughing. Tom shrugged his broad shoulders, it was a Friday night, he had a long day of meetings and trying to find the boss of the clan Queens. He had no luck.

‘’How was your day?’’ Tom asked to change the subject and they talked for 2 hours before Benedict said goodbye, he warned his friend again, that’s what friends are for right?

‘’Tom, looking at your face tells me that you feel guilty so leave her alone. Find another ways to solve your problem. Good night my friend.’’

He was in knee deep in this situation, he stood up to get another glass of scotch and then another and another. Next thing he knew he was getting his phone to call you in the middle of the night.

You were trying to sleep when Tom called you. ‘’Hello Tom?’’ you sounded annoyed because it was 3 at night. You had a long shift and all day he was too busy to call you, that’s what you guessed. ‘’Hello love.’’ He sounded strange, ‘’I’m sorry I, I busy, busy with work-‘’ he was trying to apologies and you realized that he was drunk. ‘’Have you been drinking?’’

‘’Just a little,’’ his accent and innocent tone of his voice made you giggle. ‘’What are you drinking?’’ you sit straight on your bed, ‘’S-some scotch, I’m sorry, so sorry sorry s- ‘’ you made him stop. ‘’It’s okay Tom. You can make it up to me by taking me out tomorrow.’’ You suggested, he sighed, ‘’I love your voice,’’ Tom confessed, ‘’your hair, it smells soooo goooood.’’ You had some doubts about him, it had only been 20 days but he never even tried to kiss you. In these 20 days you could only see him for 6 times because he was always busy, however he never tried to kiss you and you started to take that personally. Right now he sounded sure of himself and you felt the spark again, ‘’I love your hair too,’’ you said can’t help but imagining his face, ‘’It’s golden and gives you a warm look.’’

‘’What? So you like my face too?’’ for some reason he sounded shocked, ‘’It’s late Tom. Go to bed.’’ You said yawning, ‘’If, uh, if we’d met in another life,’’ he stopped for a second, you could hear him walking the stairs to his bedroom, ‘’I think things could have been different.’’ You felt a cold breeze hit your body, what was he trying to say? Did you do something wrong? ‘’Tom, are you alright?’’ you didn’t hear anything but his snoring. You hanged up the phone in confusion and since you were already awake you stood up to get some water, all night you sat in the living room and watched your street.

Next morning as soon as Tom woke up he sent you a morning text, even though you were wide awake you didn’t text him back. The sentence he formed last night still ringed in your ears, you didn’t expect him to sense your anxiety. When it was lunch time he called you but you didn’t answer the phone, first of all you were outside grocery shopping which meant you were busy and second you didn’t want to talk about what’s in your mind over the phone. You thought you deserve an ice cream and on your way home you got chocolate chip cookie ice cream and walked to your flat. The door wasn’t locked so you thought Sam was home but what you saw surprised you.

Tom fucking Hiddleston was greeting you in your house, he was in your living room, sitting, legs crossed and waiting for you in silence. ‘’Tom?’’ you asked in disbelief. He didn’t look happy. ‘’Your roommate let me in and left. He seems nice.’’ Tom’s voice came out harsher than he thought, all day he tried to talk to you, he wanted to hear your voice but you kept ignoring him. You put the bags in the kitchen and came back, ‘’Why didn’t you text me back or called me?’’ he asked demanding an answer, you were standing, there was a distance between you two. You crossed your arm, ‘’Do you remember last night?’’ you replied with a question. ‘’Yes, I called you and we talked and then I fell asleep. You are ignoring me, why is that?’’ his golden eye brows knitted, his tin lips were tight,  a flat line. ‘’You said something last night Tom, do you remember?’’

He sighed heavily, ‘’No, I don’t remember much.’’ He tried to go back to last night but all he remembered was talking to Ben and then talking to you a little. ‘’Have I offended you?’’

You didn’t want to beat around the bush no longer, ‘’ You said that if we met in another life things could have been different. What does that mean? If you don’t want to be with me why don’t you say it to my face? I couldn’t sleep last night because of you!’’ This was the first time you raised your voice at him, he seemed surprised. 

He stood up to walk towards you and hold your hands 

but you took a step back, you were close to the dirty white wall behind you, ‘’What did you mean Tom? Go on, speak.’’

‘’Do not doubt my affections towards you my love. They’re true and valid. I like you Y/N.’’ his ocean blue eyes were soft and he literally had the look of a puppy.

‘’I doubt you Tom! Because,’’ you stopped for a second, choosing your words carefully but his minty fresh scent and few buttons of his shirt was open, his visible chest made you stutter and you hated yourself. You wanted this man to do unspeakable, border line illegal things to you but of course you couldn’t give in, instead you choose a different approach. ‘’Why don’t you kiss me?’’ you asked, too bad your voice came out broken and offended, ‘’Why don’t you hold me like lovers do?’’ you swallowed your cry.

If you knew what goes through Tom’s mind right now you would scream and never look back. Tom felt his entire soul breaking into little pieces and crushing to the floor, he hated himself for saying something like that, he hated the fact that he was using you to fix his problem and he hated his entire existence. He didn’t deserve a woman like you, you deserved to be worshipped and showered with unconditional love, you didn’t deserve to be dragged into his dark world which only consisted of blood and betrayal. Benedict was right, he should never let this happen in the first place, he knew you were having an inner battle of fighting your tears, you looked so innocent and loving that he couldn’t do this to you anymore. He prepared a small break up speech in his mind exhaled a deep breath but he found himself leaning in and kissing your soft lips.

You were startled at first, didn’t expected him to take the first step but soon you gave in. He pressed you against the wall, at first the kiss was like a touch of a shy maiden but when you moaned into his mouth he couldn’t keep himself straight and he poured every emotion into the kiss. He was angry, sad and happy all at once, angry because he couldn’t control himself, sad because underneath this fake façade you were oblivious of his true intentions, and finally he was happy because after days of wanting to taste your pretty mouth now he got you cornered and he got you all to himself. His one hand cupped your cheek, wet kissing sounds filled the living room, you were desperate for his touch and you let him touch your face, hair.

When you guys heard the entrance door open Tom pulled away, both of you were out of breath, cheeks red, lips puffy and eyes blown wide. You rested your hands at the back, touching the cold wall to calm yourself, Tom was lost in your beautiful colored eyes, you were a piece of art, or so he thought.

‘’Damn girl I had it today-‘’ Sam walked into the room with his colorful clothes and bags, ‘’Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know-‘’

Tom smiled kindly, ‘’It’s okay Sam,’’ you could still see his heaving chest and it made you smirk. ‘’I have to rush home but can we talk later?’’ Tom suggested looking at you again, ‘’Sure.’’

You walked him to the door, before he disappeared he stole another passionate kiss from you, ‘’See you tomorrow?’’ he asked daring to hope. ‘’See you tomorrow.’’ You replied with a grin.

On his way home he had this stupid grin written on his face, he pushed his dark thoughts at the back of his skull, right now all he cared about was you and the way you kissed him back. Tom never felt like this before in his entire life, why? He couldn’t give an answer. When he got back to his penthouse he decided to cook for himself and plan a date for tomorrow.

Chapter 6

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