Hello,

Hi love! I was just wondering if you could write a mob au T. H where you two are working together as his assistant for a couple of years and ive had a crush on him but he didn't and then you make the rest up?? Thank you @marions-wither88

Warnings; Guns, violence

A/N; Hi, thank you for this request, sorry for any typos I'm not a native english speaker. Enjoy!!!

When you woke up with the alarm you groaned deeply, you have been working for your boss for more than 3 years but lately it was hard for you to wake up and go to your job. The main reason was that you had a huge crush on your boss (yeah unprofessional and unethical all at once, believe me I know) and you knew that he showed no interest. You were a beautiful person and a lot of people hit on you a lot but you only had eyes for one. You got the coffee your boss drinks every morning and walked inside the building. You admired your work place because your boss, Thomas W. Hiddleston had a perfect taste in art, the walls held art pieces from all around the world and every 6 months he ordered new pieces and donated the last ones to charities. You knew all about this because you were his assistant. As you marched the marble grey floors in your slim high heels you liked the stares you got. As I’ve mentioned before you were beautiful. Your position in the work place was admired and envied by other colleagues. You were Tom’s eyes, hands and all of the above, you knocked one time and opened the grey door. He was on his black chair as usual, when he saw you he nodded and you closed the door behind you. He hang up the phone when you placed the coffee on his glass table, ‘’Morning Y/N, thank you.’’ He took a sip from the coffee and closed his ocean eyes, ‘’That’s good.’’ He noticed you didn’t get yourself a coffee, his eye brows lifted, ‘’I’m trying to cut down the caffeine.’’ You shortly replied, before you lost yourself on his deep eyes you opened the folder you were holding, you were busy with papers so you didn’t notice his roaming eyes on your black pencil skirt and claret red blouse, you hair looked silky smooth, you bent slightly to put the papers on his glass table and he almost forgot to breath properly, ‘’Is something wrong?’’ you asked, confused. He swallowed the lump and coughed, ‘’No, I’m fine. Are these the papers you were talking about yesterday?’’ he casually asked to change the subject, ‘’Yes, see here, you have to sign these, Sir.’’ Every time you called him sir it did things to him.

You waited for him to read the papers and sign, ‘’Are you going to Greg’s birthday party tonight?’’ he asked, eyes never leaving his desk, Greg was the accountant, ‘’I don’t know, maybe.’’ You said, hoping he would ask you to go with him but deep down you knew it was impossible, your boss was famous among models, business women and actresses, all of his exes were high class celebrities and you felt like nothing next to them. ‘’You should bring your date, it would be fun for you.’’ His accent normally sent shivers to your body but not right now, not like this, ‘’I don’t have a date to bring.’’ You corrected him, you were single as fuck. Tom wasn’t just chitchatting, he wanted to know if you were single or not, ‘’Good to know.’’ He murmured more to himself than to you, ‘’I’m sorry?’’ you though you heard him wrong, unfortunately he was quick to change the subject, ‘’All set. Take these to Greg. Thank you.’’

Rest of the day went quickly, you couldn’t focus on your work properly because you were confused, ‘’Good to know.’’ Why would he say something like that unless? You exhaled the breath you were holding, ‘’Hey Y/N,’’ your work bestie came to your office, ‘’Hey, what’s up?’’ you said not looking away from your laptop, ‘’You wanna go to Greg’s party? It could be fun.’’ You needed a distraction anyways, ‘’Yeah sure, I’ll see you there.’’

When you finished up in your office you locked your door and noticed everyone left, you had lot on your plate today but glad to finish everything, as you locked your office door you heard your boss’s door being locked too and you turned to see those blue eyes, he smiled kindly, ‘’It’s never fun to be workaholic Y/N.’’ he joked friendly, ‘’You are one to talk.’’ You snapped back and noticed how bold you were in that moment, before you could apologies you heard your boss laugh for the first time. A warm smile on his face, his eyes lit up, you joined his laughter, together you walked to the elevator and he pressed the button. ‘’I’ve decided to go to Greg’s party.’’ You announced, making him remember your conversation. ‘’Oh? What changed your mind?’’ he asked and the doors opened, you both walked in and faced the metal doors. ‘’I need to drink and have fun. Maybe meet someone new.’’ Tom’s head turned to you sharply and didn’t go unnoticed, ‘’Oh?’’

‘’Yes, like you said, it’s never fun to be workaholic.’’ Tom didn’t like the answer he got, you could see his reflection and it intimidated you, you thought you said something wrong. The doors opened with a ding, ‘’Good night Mr. Hiddleston.’’ You left before giving him a chance to speak. Enough was enough, you needed a new crush.

You dolled up to go to Greg’s party, your satin dress hugged your curves perfectly

and your high heels gave you confidence, you called an Uber because you knew you would be drinking tonight. You left your apartment to wait outside, it was dark and little cold but you didn’t mind. You opened your purse to look at your phone but it happened so fast you had no chance to fight. Someone covered your mouth with a piece of cloth which stank like booze and you blacked out in a second.

Tom smashed his phone into the pastel wall when he finished the phone call. How could they know, he was careful?! Y/N was kidnapped by a small gang who wanted his attention and money, from outside he looked like a successful business man but deep down he was a mob boss, his job was to smuggle guns and drugs, he was so damn good at it and took the city under his control, this was the first time he lost his control and it would be the last because no matter what he was going to get his girl and not leave without a fight. Tom had a slight crush on Y/N when they first met, that’s one of the reasons why he hired her, over time that crush grew more and more but he never acted on his feelings due to his career. He didn’t want to drag Y/N into his dark world but it seemed he had no choice now, cat was out of the bag. He called his wingman, his friend Benedict and Benedict gathered the guns and men.

The place you were kept was an abandoned house outskirts of the city, ‘’Make sure no one walks out alive.’’ Tom said before they marched inside. You were kept upstairs, a man was sitting close to you, ‘’Wake up honey.’’ He said with his raspy voice, your head felt heavy you opened your eyes and looked at the man, he was tall and handsome, he had long dark hair and high cheeks bones, ‘’Why, why am I here?’’

Your throat felt dry, ‘’Here.’’ He helped you drink water, ‘’You are just a too so that I can reach to Hiddleston. Sit back and relax princess.’’ You were confused, what could this guy possibly want from your boss? If you weren’t ductaped to the chair you would have jumped when you heard the gun shots, something was happening downstairs, the gun shots grew more and more, you were so scared that you were in shock, couldn’t cry or move, you were just looking at the dusty old door, waiting for a bad guy to open it and kill you. When the gun shots stopped you took a deep breath, ‘’Let me go you prick!’’ you screamed when you felt that guy’s hand on your shoulder, ‘’Shh,’’ he said and nudged your bare shoulder with his cold gun, you closed her eyes and prayed to God. The door burst opened and you opened your eyes to see your boss and his friend that you’ve met before. They were both covered in blood but they seemed fine, ‘’Let her go.’’ Was the first sentence came out of Tom’s mouth, ‘’I see you killed all my men. How about we come to an arrangement, gentlemen?’’ Tom’s eyes first gave you reassurance that everything was going to be all right, you felt warmth spread in your chest. ‘’What arrangement?’’ Benedict asked coldly, ‘’I am the leader of the Crow clan. We want to work with you, since we couldn’t attract your attention Mr.Hiddleston I’ve decided I can try something else.’’ His gun nudged your shoulder again, ‘’I don’t work with scumbags you hurt women.’’ And he shot the man right between the eyes, you screamed and felt your body go numb. ‘’Tom! Are you mad? What if-‘’ Tom didn’t listen to his friend, he marched towards you and helped you get out of the ductape, ‘’Are you all right? Did they hurt you?’’ his hands were shaking, ‘’I’m fine.’’ You said, voice shaking. Tom held your head between his palms, ‘’Don’t look down, hold my hand.’’ Before crossing the threshold of the room you saw the dead man on the floor and you fainted again.

This time you woke up on a comfortable surface, you rubbed your eyes and jumped with the realization, dead man, kidnapping, guns, Tom… you were in a luxurious bedroom in a penthouse. ‘’Wha- what happened?’’ Tom was there to hold you, he brought you to his home, laid you to his king sized bed and sat on the edge, waiting for you to wake up. He held your shoulders, ‘’Y/N, it’s me. Calm down, you are safe.’’ Your eyes met his worried ones, he was worried for you indeed. Once you were relaxed with his hands on your shoulder he asked you again, ‘’Are you hurt? Did he touch you?’’ you could hear the anger in his voice, ‘’No, no- I was outside my apartment, waiting for the Uber and- and someone came, I woke up in that house.’’ You finished, tears prickling in your soft eyes, Tom hated himself more.

He hugged you, your head was on his chest, hearing his heart beat, he played with your hair, ‘’I’m sorry, this was all my fault.’’

‘’How come?’’ You asked curious, he knew he had to tell you everything and he did. You were his assistant and needed to know his actual work, where the money comes from. You were left in shock, ‘’Let me close that for you.’’ He closed your mouth, ‘’But, why would they kidnap me?’’

He exhaled deeply and pulled you in to kiss you. You eagerly replied to the kiss, your hands went to his thick hair, he pulled you to his lap, your legs were either side of his and you could feel his growing need for you. He pulled back, catching his breath, ‘’That’s why.’’ He said, ‘’I’ve been in love with you ever since I met you Y/N. Please be mine and end my misery. If you will have me I’m yours.’’

Thank you for reading. :) Make sure to like and leave a comment sis

ok,so how I do travel through my screen to hug?that was FREAKING INCREDIBLEEEEE! I absolutely LOPVED IT!!! Mrs.Lecter style is to die for and I want to know more about her!!! YOU ARE AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!

VIRTUAL HUG!!!!! Thank you so much babes ❤️❤️

Stoppp, I love ur fanfic 'Love they enemy' sooo much 💗. I was waiting for someone to write a soft feyd that loved the reader since they were kids, thank you for writing this masterpiece 🙏, the true definition of art fr 💕. Your sooo talented and I love the fact that u included flashbacks when they were kids. 💝

Hi! Thank you so much. I love writing and i’ll continue to write so stay tuned 🥰 xxx

Hello

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

Let me know what you think of the idea

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

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

this is the old version ofc. Love you all xxx

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’Follow me please.’’

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

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

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

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

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

Where does she live?

Is her home safe?

Most importantly… does she have a partner?

How long has she been performing?

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

Thank you for reading. :)

Hi,

could you please write a Hannibal one-shot, where he is in love with Alana‘s best friend? He met her after she picked up Alana from one of his dinners? And Alana often tries to set them up, with the reader being pretty stubborn, but after a while, finally gives in?

A/N: Hi, thank you for this request. Don't wory guys im getting to your other requests as well. xxx

''Pretty please!'' you heard Alana's honeyed voice yet demanding. You were at home, minding your own business, reading and drinking your wine when suddenly your friend Alana called, asking you to pick her up from a friend's dinner party. ''What happened to your car?'' Alana paused for a second, she came up with a quick lie ''Broke down a week ago.'' you looked outside the window and saw the darkness, under the yellow street lights one could see snow. ''Send me the address.'' Little did you and a certain gentleman know that Alana had a cunning plan. You wore a simple outfit, black jeans, a burgundy sweater, with your keys you left the comfort of your home.

The drive was 20 minutes, when you parked you felt as if you have entered Dracula's castle. ''The owner of the house must be into architecture.'' you thought.

When you rang the bell you had a feeling that tonight something strange would happen but you pushed that feeling away, no need to be paranoid.

A tall man answered the door, and made you freeze for a second. He was much taller than you, his maroon eyes seemed like the pits of a deep wheel, observing you and calling for you, ''Hello, I am Doctor Lecter. Please come in.'' you walked in with a bluch on your cheeks, you weren't sure why you were flustered. He took your coat, ''I am Y/N Y/L/N, Alana's friend. Here to pick her up.'' you said calmly as he took your coat you didn't notice but his eyes closed for a second to smell your scent and he found himself intrigued. ''Please follow me.'' you did as he said, he guided you to the grand living room where Alana was sitting by the fire place, as soon as you entered you were struck by the ambiance. The inside made you feel like you were in a museum, the walls were dark blue which held paintings from renaissance era, mostly depictions of ancient Greek tales. You fund yourself standing in front of the painting of ''Leda and the Swan''

''You are interested in fine art I take it?'' you heard Hannibal say with a cool yet interested tone. Before you could speak Alana's voice was heard ''Yes, my friend is deeply interested in art.'' you gave a threatning look to your friend and turned to Hannibal, ''Yes, I'm in awe of what men can create.''

Hannibal found your answer daring, you could see his eyebrow twitch, ''If you have to I would love to offer you a warm cup of tea?'' he offered kindly, you looked at Alana, wondering if she had to go home immediately but she nodded in agreement. ''I would love that. Thank you.''

''I will be back shortly.'' he declared and left you alone with Alana.

Alana had a strange look on her face as she sat by the fire again, ''He is fine isn't he?'' she asked trying to conceal her smirk, you rolled your eyes and sat next to your friend. ''What's your angle?'' you turned to your friend, obviously she was after something. Her blue eyes had a strange shimmer. Hannibal walked in with a silver tray that had three cups, you noticed how he held the tray elegantly his three piece suit made him look like a member of a royal family far away from here. You noticed his accent, he must be from Lithuania, an exotic place and exotic man...

''Thank you.'' you said she handed you the porcelain cup, it smelled divine, ''My pleasure.'' he responded kindly. It also tasted divine.

Even though you had spent thirty minutes there you loved the conversation, he was konwledgeable about everything and he was willing to listen, you noticed how focused his eyes were on your reactions and face.

You dropped your friend off and drove back home. When you climbed the bed your mind went back to tonight's events. Doctor Lecter's demeanor made you aware of him, he was there and dominant. It triggered you in an exciting way.

The next morning you went to work, you worked at a bookshop, the owner was an old lady who needed help and you started working, it had been 2 years and you were comfortable there.

As you placed the books on the shelves you heard the door open, a dominant voice called in a disbelief ''Miss Y/LN?'' you turned to owner of the voice, ''Doctor Lecter?'' you were startled to see him there, ''H-hi, how are you?'' you stood up to approach him, he was wearing a long black coat, black leather gloves and a dark red scarf, he immediately took off his gloves and extended his hand eagerly, ''Its lovely to see you here Miss, I'm very well, what about you?'' he smiled and you swore his eyes shimmered with an emotion... a powerful one.

''I'm doing great, what brings you here?'' you asked in a curious manner.

''I'm on a break and I thought I should look for a new book to read. I had no idea you were working here.'' Lie... Last night ss soon as you left he did a deep dive search on you and thanks to your Instagram he found a lot about you.

''What a grea idea. Anything speacial in mind?''

He looked around for a second, ''I would love to hear your recommendation.''

He was looking at you so intensely, ''Well,'' you started, ''My favorite is Great Gatsby by Fitzgerald.''

He took a step towards you, once again you were reminded how tall he was, tovering above you, ''May I ask why?'' his dark mind observing you, ''Its a love story and im sucker for those,'' you chuckled which earned you a grin from him, ''There was a line there which stroke a cord with me,'' you stopped to think for a second, trying to remember, ''He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.'' you gave the quote, ''Its just.. a great story.'' you were gas and his eyes were matched, lighting you up.

''Its a shame,'' he made you focus on him, you thought he was going to humiliate you, ''All the credit goes to Fitzgerald in fact his wife Zelda was the one who he stole the ideas from.'' your eyes lit up, he knew.

''Another white man getting a credit from something a woman had done. Same old story.'' you commented, he raised his hands as defending in a sarcastic manner, ''You said it, not me.'' you laughed at his reaction.

After talking for a while he offered you something, ''I will be throwing another dinner party next week. I would love to see you there.''

You smiled gently, ''I would love that.''

The entire week you pondered upon what to wear, and the day finally came. Alana was at your home watching you get ready, ''Wow, he really invited you huh? I knew he was interested in you since the second he saw you.''

You rolled your eyes, ''Its not like that, he is friendly.'' you protested as you wore a nice black dress, ''I know him, he never invites other than his work friends, you are the first person from outside his work and... you know what? You'll see what I'm talking about.'' Alana raised her hands in a weary attitude.

When you entered his home you understood what Alana was trying to say, everyone came from a successful background and they were all one way or another his colleagues, she was right. You were an outsider. Alana introduced you to her team she kept talking about, Will Graham, Jack Crawford and others, you had a nice chat when Hannibal approached, his eyes first landed on Will, who waa talking to you, and then you. ''I see you met my close friends.'' he said greeting you, ''Will was just talking about a case you and him worked on.''

His stood next to you and his hand went to the small of your back, you didn't understand what was going on, but he was directly facing Wil.. ''Please Will, go on.'' his tone was careful. ''Uhh-'' Will froze for a second, he looked at you and Hannibal and then smiled understandingly. You still didn't understand what was going on but let it go.

The night was vibrant, you met most of his colleagues and they were nice and kind but everytime he introduced you to someone new he would place his hand on your back and stood there like a statue.

When the night came to an end Alana left you with him, you decided to help him in the kitchen, he gave you an apron and you got to work. He played some classical music, you heard Hildegard Von Bingen and smiled to yourself, he noticed, ''I love Hildegard.'' you explained shortly. Together you worked in silence, ''Thank you for helping.'' he said gently and you smiled kindly. He offered a glass of wine and asked you to wait in the living room, the fireplace was lit, you decided to stand by the tall window and watch the serene night.

Hannibal walked in with two glasses and for few seconds he watched you, you looked calm and content. He approached and offered you a glass, ''Thank you.'' he smiled kindly and decided to stand next to you, a question was nagging you, ''Alana said that you usually invite your colleagues.'' you began, ''That is true.'' he said waiting for you to continue, ''What am I doing here then?'' you asked turning to him, looking at him under your lashes, ''I wanted you to mee to my friends and be a part of my life.'' he was so frank that it caught you off guard, '' You have captured me the moment I had met you Y/N, you don't have to say anything just think about it.''

''Yes.'' you found yourself saying, ''I want to be with you too Hannibal.''

He smiled lovingly and leaned in for a kiss.

Thank you for reading. :)

Shattered Pieces

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Genre: Romance. Smut in the future. Angst.

Warnings: None. Long ass chapter, get a cup of tea for this lol

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

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

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Chapter 5

(Flashback)

Y/N wore her red swimsuit, it had a cute bow on the waist, she had to sneak out early in the morning before her mother made her take care of her little siblings. a week ago Steve invited her to Coney Island, it was summer and he wanted to swim so she agreed. Steve's mother and her mother were childhood bestffriends so that's how they became friends. They were going to meet on the same spot where they went last year, she checked her bag to see if she got everything and then she left her neighborhood. She was early so she laid he towel on the hot sand and decided to sunbathe before he came.

Bucky was begging Steve to introduce him to Y/N for days now, he saw her leaving Steve's house with her parents and ever since he wanted to talk to her but Steve only thought that Bucky was being Bucky, a ladies man, that's why he didn't want Bucky to break her heart. Yesterday Steve gave in, he promised to take him to Coney Island to meet Y/N. Now they were looking for her on the beach, ''Where is she?'' Bucky asked excited, he was carrying the big umbrella -not like he was going to let Steve carry it- ''Right there.'' Steve pointed and they walked to her. Y/N didn't hear them coming but two shadows blocked her sun so she opened her eyes, when she saw Steve she stood up and hugged him tightly, ''Hey buddy!'' she was the only girl Steve felt comfortable to be around, Bucky was in awe of her beauty. Her red swimsuit looked perfect on her, showing her curves. ''Hi, I'm Bucky.'' Y/N turned to him, she never saw him before but Steve talked about him alot. She touched his hand lightly, ''Y/N.'' she simply said, not interested. Steve could see that Bucky's usual charm wasn't working on Y/N, she wasn't a simple girl after all. 

As the day went by they talked, Steve sometimes left them alone, Y/N understood what was going on. ''I have 4 siblings.'' Bucky said, the subject was family, ''I have 3 small ones. And let me tell you it's no fun, it's like I'm their ma sometimes.'' she confessed, taking a bite from her hotdog. ''I know what you mean. Hey, would you like to swim with me? It's hot here.'' Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, ''Alright.'' 

She wasn't a good swimmer and Bucky took advantage of that, showing her new positions and getting small chances of touching her. He was a fun guy to be around, at the end of the day without realizing Bucky fell in love, and so did Y/N. They spent all of their money and hopped on the back of a truck to go back home. Steve noticed their happines, they looked cute together. Y/N was playing hard to get first but one day Bucky broke a beer glass on a dude's head because he was flirting with his gal, and that day they both expressed their feelings. 

Their relationship had it's ups and downs, they could be really jealous and possessive, and it caused ugly fights. One time Y/N left finger nail marks on a girl's face just because he touched Bucky's arm. After Bucky joined the army their parents knew about them so it got serious. And then finally he proposed to her, he had it in his mind for months, as he was visiting her they decided to get ice cream and watch the sunset. The orangy colour made her skin look divine, her scent was something he could never forget, right at that moment he knew he could not live without her so he proposed, they didn't need rings or a fancy restaurant. She said yes, all night they danced in their small home and made love. Their love was something all their friends envied, however they turned into Ikarus, life seperated them and made them fall, hard. 

As she was telling their love story briefly she watched the way his expression changed. In the beginning he looked happy but towards the end he got sad and angry, it was like he remembered some parts, when she finished a thick silence filled the room, it was a lot to take in. ''A beautiful and tragic story.'' Finally Bucky spoke giving her a cup of coffee. Their fingers slightly brushed, it gave them a shallow breath. ''Yeah, if it wasn't for Hydra we would have a family and be burried side by side.'' She confessed what she thought, she always wanted to grow old with him but life had it's own plans for them. ''I still have the letters you sent from army, I can give them to you.'' She opened her backpack and pulled out the yellow papers. Bucky took them carefully, he was eager to learn so he started to read them. ''I remember this, it was the day when Steve saved me and I felt like I had to write to you and give you the good news.'' A tremulous smile touched his face as he finished reading all the letters, ''Why do you still keep them?'' he asked, she rolled her eyes ''You were the love of my life Bucky, after losing you those letters kept me alive.'' her comment startled him. Because all his life he was nothing but a disaster, taking lives and destorying families so the idea of someone loving him so deeply left him speechless.  She took them back and he watched how she was regardful to them,

''Does she still love me?''

he didn't dare to ask, not yet at least. ''What is your plan? If you don't leave Steve will find you.'' He shrugged his shoulders, ''I haven't decided, but I don't wanna run anymore.'' he was tired, after years of brainwashing and being an assassin takes a toll on you. She stood up, it was time to leave. Y/N got close to him and stood still right in front of him, he was still sitting so he moved his head up to meet her gaze. She traced his cheek with the back of her hand, Bucky closed her eyes with the action, ''Old habits die hard.'' she thought. ''I can't expect you to be the same man I fell in love in 1936, because none of us is the same anymore, but please find your way back to me.'' He opened his eyes to see her, she knelt to gave him a kiss on his cheek, ''Good night James.'' a tear found it's way out and left a warm feeling on his cheek.

Soon disasters followed one another, Bucky was framed for the bombing at Vienna and later they found out that it was the plan of scientific genius Baron Zemo who was after revenge. They had to take Bucky away from T'challa, and Tony Stark and it was hard for Y/N to fight her friends. However, they managed to take Bucky to Wakanda it was Steve's and Y/N secret. No one could know.

Their plan was to make Bucky remember, but the problem was that Bucky wanted to be frozen again and wait for God knows how long, Steve suggested that he sould at least try to remember and Bucky finally said yes. It was their first week on Wakanda, Steve had to leave so it was just Bucky, Y/N and the rest of the Wakanda. The new king -T'challa- and his family welcomed them with open arms, Shuri -king's baby sister- was a genius and she promised to Steve that she would design something to make Bucky remember his past vividly, but Bucky gave them a deadline, they only had a month and that was it, if the plan was to fail he would go back on ice.  Their first week went silent, Bucky's broken silver metal arm was gone and Shuri secretly was making a new one with the vibranium, it was a unique metal which could absorb, store, and release large amounts of  kinetic energy. King gave them small houses on the country side, the houses had dome roofs and they were by the river. Y/N loved the place, she made  herself a garden for flowers and some fruits. 

It was late night, Y/N was on her garden watching the river and the shiny stars above her, she was the one who didn't want to live in the same house with Bucky because she knew that it would be too much for both of them. Bucky, the White Wolf as they called him, needed to rest his mind first. Shuri came to see her, she was a nice girl and respected Y/N dearly. ''What a beautiful night.'' Y/N said welcoming her, ''It is.'' she came and sat on the cold grass, ''Would you like some tea? I just made it.'' Y/N offered kindly, ''I'll get it.'' Shuri said and walked inside, even though they just met they were becoming close friends quickly and it made Y/N smile, it had been a long time since she had a girl bestie. ''I hope you have some good news.'' Y/N finally spoke, Shuri was busy with her new technological designs to make Bucky remember, ''I know you want the device to work immediately but I'm actually stuck. Don't tell my bro that.'' her comment made her laugh, ''I promise.'' she finished her tea. ''I've heard that he was your boyfriend. Have you guys been spending time together?'' Shuri asked curiously, ''He has been avoiding me ever since we got here.'' she looked over her shoulder to see his small house, his light was on and she could see his shadow. Shuri gazed at where Y/N was looking, ''It's must be killing you, I'm sorry I didn't want to upset you.'' she shrugged her shoulders. ''It's okay Shuri, I just... I don't even know what I want. Sometimes I want him to look at me like the way he used to but sometimes I don't want him to remember anything about us.'' It was a confession night for Y/N, it was nice to have a female friend who listened. ''Why?'' 

A soft wind moved the skirts of her white dress, ''It's gonna break him to know that he spent his entire life away from me, away from the love of his life, yeah he told me that himself after beating a dude just because he looked at me more than 5 seconds.'' she smiled at the lost memory. Shuri was shocked, ''Wow! I'm impressed sis.'' she didn't want to spy on her anymore so she stood up, ''Why are they calling him The White Wolf?''  Y/N asked standing up, everyday she heard Wakandans call him that. ''Because he is white and he is strong like a wolf.'' It made sense now, ''Good night Shuri.'' As she watched Shuri leave she saw Bucky standing on his treshold and watching them silently, Y/N hesitantly took a step towards his house but he slithered back in. It broke Y/N's heart but she knew he needed time and space to come around. 

Next morning Y/N woke up to the children's laughter, it was sunny outside. She dragged herself off of her bed and walked outside to see, the scene before her eyes surprised her. Bucky was playing with the kids around him, putting one on his shoulders with his one hand, and he was doing it so effortlessly. She didn't want him to feel uncomfortable so she walked back inside to make herself breakfast, if she looked back she could see him watching her walk inside, his smile faded away. ''Did I want her to see me like this?''

Bucky was avoiding her for days now, it was because he was scared that any moment he could turn into The Winter Soldier and attack her again. He obviously didn't want to hurt her but watching her from a far made him realize that she was sad. He sometimes watched her gardening, talking to the locals and baking for kids. She always had a sincere smile on her face whenever she had a company, always treated them kindly. Their houses weren't far away so he could smell the delicious food she was cooking or he could hear her sweet laughter. He didn't hear her laughter that much but it was cute to hear every once in a while. Now he was on his bed, thinking about his life and the horrible things he had done, ''I deserve to be frozen again.'' he was deep in thoughts but he heard someone's footsteps coming towards his place. Super soldier serum gave him many  gifts and among them there was the gift of hearing things which most people are deaf to. His body tensed, whoever was coming stopped, took a few step back but came back. ''Bucky?'' He heard Y/N say, ''Bucky, are you awake?'' she sounded hesitant. He left his messy bed and opened the thick curtain which was used as a door. She was standing in her purple dress, her Y/H/C looked and smelled fresh, like sweet fruits. She had no shoes, they were mostly walking barefoot all day in Wakanda. She noticed he didn't say anything so she spoke trying to not look at his broad shoulders, ''I made mashed potatos and meatloaf, you used to love them.. and yeah, if you are hungry you should come.'' she tried to sound normal, Bucky was surprised because he didn't expect her to invite him for dinner. As he was standing there, looking into her Y/E/C eyes he noticed how the moonlight highlighted her face, revealing the sadness there, she thought maybe he wasn't in the mood so she walked back to her garden. ''Why didn't I say anything?!'' Bucky got angry at himself and followed her steps, she heard him following and tried to hide her smile. 

Y/N brought everything to the garden, it was really close to the river, she also had candles on the table. Bucky closed his eyes when he took the first bite and she heard him moan in pleasure and it brought back some naught memories, he opened his blue eyes to see her red cheeks. ''Guten Appatit.'' She said smiling, Bucky couldn't remember when was the last time someone prepared a homecooked meal for him, and he had to admit she was a great chef. ''I used to cook for you all the time James, even your mother used to get recipes from me.'' Y/N said, pouring a glass of wine for them, with the though of his family she noticed there was hurt in his eyes, ''Blue eyes, eyes that your mother had given you.'' she said calmly, ''I wonder what happened to my family.'' he confessed. Bucky spent his days thinking about his parents, his siblings, he would like to know how they died. ''I found their graves, but your baby sister is still alive, she is in a nursing home. She cried when she saw me and asked where were you.'' Bucky's shoulders dropped slowly, he took a deep breath, ''I would like to see her soon... before it's too late.'' he whispered more to himself.  Y/N held his hand gently, it was warm, ''You will, I promise.'' she had a loving, good heart and Bucky treasured such a rare character trait, he found himself lucky to be loved by someone like her, however that was decades ago, maybe she was just trying to be nice and help him, be his friend. ''I want her to love me again.'' it crossed his mind, but he didn't dare to say out loud. He ate like there was no tomorrow, ''Thank you again Y/N, you are a great cook.'' he winked at her and she felt the butterflies. 

''My pleasure, you can come and visit me any time you want Bucky because I have food and cookies everywhere.'' He remembered something, was silent for a second, ''We used to make cookies together right? I remember this smell and of course I made a huge mess on the kitchen,'' he kept thinking to remember the rest, ''it was before my army years, yeah? You had a blue dress and I touched your dress with my dirty hands. Do you remember?'' he was smiling ear to ear because it felt great to remember things on his own. ''Yes, it's right, I remember too.'' Moonlight made the tears look like diamonds, ''I didn't mean to upset you.'' Bucky said as soon as he saw the tears. ''No, I'm not upset, I'm just happy that you remembered.'' Bucky found himself holding her hand, ''Y/N,'' he began but as soon as he looked her in the eye he forgot what he was about to say. ''Yes Bucky?'' 

She tried to give him courage, he gave out a heavy breath. ''What I'm about to say will break her heart...''

''I should be frozen again.'' He finally said and watched her smile fade. ''Why? You said we have a month. Why are you doing this to me Bucky?'' She protested, she felt like she was so close and yet so far, Shuri was working on things to bring his memories back he couldn't give up now. ''I'm living with a fear of turning into my old self, The Winter Soldier. What if I hurt someone, what if I hurt you?''

''I trust you Bucky, with all my heart. Just wait for a month and if it doesn't work out I promise you I'll be the one to put you in cryo.'' Y/N said, even though she didn't like the idea she made a promise, but he had to try first.

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Dangerous Game

Pairing: Hannibal x Female Reader

Genre: Romance, Slow burn, SMUT in the future.

Warnings: Hannibal is a care giver O.O Cliffhanger! Sorry not sorry lol :D

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Summary: Y/N Hobbs an opera singer and also the eldest adopted daughter of The Minnesto Shrike, and her entire life changes after what happened. She will be the object of affection of a certain psychopath, whether she likes it or not.

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Chapter 8

Hannibal Lecter went to his threapist Bedelia Du Maurier, as usual she was expecting him, ''How was your dinner party?'' she asked. It had been few days since the party, since he heard Y/N's divine voice. ''Me and Y/N were able to entertain guests. You should try to come next time.'' Hannibal said and he continued, ''For the first time in a long while I see a possibility of a relationship.'' he confessed. ''Is it Y/N?'' Bedelia asked curious, the question hanged in the air for few seconds, ''I'm curious about her and it makes me curious of relationships.'' He said smiling, it lasted a second on his lips.  ''Does she know? Were you obvious with your intentions?'' Young woman could see that Hannibal was little uncomfortable talking about Y/N Hobbs, he was playing with words a lot. ''No, she considers me as a friend, for now.'' He was determined to change Y/N's mind sooner or later.

Y/N decided to swing by Tobias Budge's shop, he was playing a violin, as she walked in, the golden bell on the door rang. Tobias smiled, ''You came.'' Y/N looked around, it was a cute shop. ''I wanted to see your shop, I hope it's not a bad timing.'' He was alone, and his next client called and said he wouldn't be able to make it, ''No, not at all. Coffee?'' he went to the back door to bring two cups of coffee. ''Thanks. So what do you do here?'' Y/N asked, ''I sell and play. Do you play any instruments?'' he looked at her up and down, ''Easy to kill.'' he thought. ''No, my only instrument is my voice.'' Y/N always wanted to learn but she was busy all the time, ''Maybe I can teach you?'' Tobias said, he finished his coffee. ''Great idea, was looking for ways to embarrass myself.'' her comment made him smile.  As they were talking Tobias wanted to show how he played his violin, when he was playing toY/N she was surprised because Hannibal Lecter came to the shop. Hannibal was surprised and also annoyed to see her there, watching Tobias. ''Hannibal?'' Y/N asked, shocked. ''Lovely to see you here Y/N. Is it Tobias?'' he addressed to Tobias who was standing and watching them. ''Yes.''

''Your strings are all gut?'' Hannibal asked reffered to the violins in the room, ''I also carry steel and polymer strings if you prefer.'' Tobias said calmly, ''I prefer gut, still makes music after 2000 years.'' Hannibal touched a string of a cello. ''What brings you here Hannibal?'' Y/N asked, ''There is a murder and I think it was Tobias.'' Hannibal thought but of course he held his tongue. ''My harpsicord needs new strings, it's been making an awful noise.'' Hannibal stood between Y/N and Tobias, he was facing him. ''Perhaps you could help?'' Hannibal asked Tobias, for some reason Y/N felt this strange tension in the room. ''Of course.'' Tobias said, Y/N didn't know he could play harpsicord, she was impressed. Tobias prepared a package for Hannibal, ''Here you go.'' Hannibal wanted to pay but Tobias didn't take it, ''It's my treat.'' he said and turned to Y/N, ''My door is always open for you Y/N.'' 

Hannibal took the liberty and drive Y/N home, they were in his car, it was a cold day so Y/N had a long coat. ''I didn't know you could play hapsicord Hannibal.'' His eyes were on the road, ''There a lot of things you don't know about me Y/N.''                

 ''Like what?'' Y/N asked, she was watching him drive, it was a sight to sour eyes. he looked in control and it lightened something in her, she liked a man who took control. ''I can also play theremin.'' She caught a glimps of his lips twitching into a small smile, he stopped the car at her place. ''That's me.'' Y/N didn't want to leave, it had been few days since the party and she missed him. ''If you want I can make a tea for us.'' She offered kindly, trying not to sound desperate. He agreed and together they walked the stairs, Hannibal was in her house before but that was a different situation. ''Home sweet home.'' Y/N opened the door ad let him in, it was a cozy place. Plants were evrywhere, even though it was a small place she was a tidy person

(this is the living room)

Hannibal helped her get out of her coat and hanged, there were a lot of books there, ''You sit and I'll make the tea.'' Hannibal could smell her scent everywhere, ''She loves taking care of every alive thing.'' he could see it now clearly. He decided to walk to the kitchen and see her in her own environment.

(this is the kitchen)

As usual there were thriving planst, she was comfortable, ''What a strange conicidence Hannibal, to see you at Tobias's shop.'' she knew he was watching him, standing on the threshold. ''Yes, indeed. Why were you there?'' He asked, to be honest he didn't like the was Tobias was looking at her. ''I wanted to make a new friend. I feel alone.'' Hannibal didn't like what he heard, ''You can always come to me, you must know that Y/N.'' she turned to see him, regarded him suspiciously, ''Would you still want me if- never mind.'' she gave a weary smile and turned back to the sink. ''Please finish your sentence.'' Hannibal could see she was under a lot of pressure, she put the tea kettle on the stove. Her hands were on the marble, wasn't ready to face him. She felt his presence behind her, his parfume made her feel like she was walking among trees in the woods. He held her waist gently and made her look at him, ''What is it that troubles you?'' now he was holding her cold hands in his warm ones. The screaching voice of the tea kettle brought Y/N back to reality, without even a word she left him standing. 

They were drinking tea in silence, ''I won't leave until you ask me to Y/N.'' Hannibal began, ''I want you to know that you can trust me.'' he was observing her movements. She took off her shoes and looked like she belonged there, like she was created to sit next to him all the time. ''I was 4 years old when it happened.''

What do you think happened?

What is Y/N’s secret?

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Can I request a Hannibal x reader fic where she's his wife and one evening Will randomly shows up at their house, while they're talking Will notices she has a bite mark (or whatever) on her shoulder/neck and Hannibal catches him staring?

You choose how it goes from there 😊

Drabble

Warnings; None.

Hannibal x F!Reader

Words; 666

A/N; Hello! Sorry it's short, I don't feel fine lately and it shows lol sorry for any typos, enjoy.

Will Graham’s mind was about to explode, ever since he got a job from Jack Crawford he was too occupied with catching the Chesapeake Ripper. He needed to share his ideas with his new colleague/friend, he haven not decided yet. It was 9 pm and he drove to Hannibal Lecter and Y/N Lecter’s house. On the way he remembered the first time he met her, they were an unusual couple and Will admired that. Y/N is a beautiful woman with innocent eyes and a cunning brain, you never know her true intentions until she reveals them on her terms. Hannibal is like the same way so they are the perfect match, Will thought.

When he ringed the door bell Hannibal answered it after few seconds, ‘’Will?’’ he seemed surprised because it wasn’t Will’s habit to drop by like this. ‘’May I come in?’’ He asked as he walked inside, he seemed stressed so Hannibal closed the door behind him and took his coat, ‘’Honey, we have a guest!’’ Hannibal slightly raised his voice so that his beloved wife could hear him. Y/N Lecter came from the living room to see the guest, ‘’Will, what a lovely surprise.’’ Will had conflicting feelings towards her, one could never tell if she was being nice or cold, those lines were blurred in her personality. ‘’Please join us by the fire,’’ they had a huge fireplace in the living room, ‘’we have wine.’’ And they all walked to the living room. There was a cozy atmosphere, Hannibal and Y/N sat next to each other on the sofa while Will sat on the singular couch, the smell of wine and the warmth radiating from the fireplace gave him a sense of comfort, a comfort in a wolf’s den he thought.

‘’What is it that troubles you my friend? You seem stressed.’’ Hannibal was the first one to speak after the few minutes of silence, Will look at Y/N and Hannibal, he didn’t know whether Y/N knew anything about their new case, ‘’It’s about the new killer.’’ Hannibal understood Will’s hesitation, ‘’Y/N knows everything about my job and outside my job. She knows that I help you and the FBI. You can speak about the Chesapeake Ripper.’’ This gave Will confidence. As he was talking about new evidence and his theories about this murdered Will’s colorful eyes caught something. A bruise on Y/N Lecter’s pretty neck. At first he thought it’s the shadow of the dim lights in the room but when he gave another look he was sure that it was a bruise and a big one, which made him concerned for her safety, could Hannibal hurt a woman? As he was talking and kept giving small glances on her neck Hannibal noticed the situation, he was, as always, quick to notice tiny details in any situation. Should he say something or let it pass? He was proud of his work, he loved to mark his beloved wife and he loved it when other people noticed things like this, they belonged to each other in this life and also in other lives if the reincarnation theory was true. He put his long arm to rest behind Y/N in a protective manner, his eyes never left Will’s shy ones. Will wasn’t a stupid man, he understood primal instincts and how they worked, Hannibal was showing that Y/N belonged to him and him only, and if Will tried to do or say something Hannibal would react to it. Y/N was smiling and enjoying the power she had on two strong and intelligent men. Femininity is a weapon if you know how to use it her mother’s first lesson.

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Taking Care of You

Hannibal Request; If it is okay with you, may I please request a Hannibal story? (I've been obsessed with him lately opps) . The reader is super busy or something and they forget to eat and they pass out I guess? Idk ... @theichabbieclub​

Thank you for this request, I hope you like it :) Sorry for any typos. Have a nice day! <3

Oneshot Hannibal fanfic.

Warnings: Passing out.

Y/N Y/L/N was Doctor Hannibal Lecter’s patient, a friend of her recommended Hannibal and she decided to see him because she was having mental issues and she couldn’t cope with them anymore.

She woke up early in the morning, read a little and then decided to get ready because she had an appointment, lately all she did was to focus on her work, she was a painter and she had to finish a project, it was for a rich old woman and she was picky so she spent her days painting and clearly she was forgetting to eat and stay hydrated. It was a cold Baltimore day so she decided to wear a red winter dress, black leather gloves and black boots. A month ago she first visited Hannibal and ever since she was visiting him every week, their doctor and patient relationship was still new so she was hiding things from him, she was a shy person. The one thing she noticed was that Doctor Lecter was a sophisticated man and he always looked handsome, he always had a clean suit, his shoes looked shiny all the time, and Y/N found herself wonder how can a busy man like him look like a model.

As she got out of the uber she found herself fixing her clothes, she entered the building, walked the hall and knocked on the door. Hannibal Lecter opened the grey door with a small smile on his plump lips, ‘’Y/N, please come in.’’ his voice was smooth like always, she walked inside and let him took her jacket and he hanged it.

‘’Please, take a seat.’’ Hannibal said because she was standing and looking around her, he took his notebook and pen. Y/N sat on the grey comfortable chair, she watched Hannibal take a seat and look at her. ‘’How are you today Y/N?’’

When they first met she was calling her Miss Y/L/N and Y/N told him to address her with her name because she never liked formalities. She took off her leather gloves and placed them on her lap, ‘’I’ve been working on a painting so I’m stressed.’’ She confessed, he opened his notebook.

‘’What painting?’’ He knew her job and he was also drawing portraits of people so he loved to ask her about her paintings. ‘’It’s a landscape painting, my client wanted me to paint a summer view, she is a picky person so I’m extra careful.’’

Hannibal took notes, she could hear the sound coming from the fireplace, his office was big and there was an upstairs which was a library, the first time she walked in here she asked if she could check the books and Hannibal let her. For at least 30 minutes he was upstairs and Hannibal watched her astonished face, at the end of their session he gave her a book, she loved reading it was obvious and the next week she brought the book back and they discussed the plot, it was a good exercise to get close to her and get to know her.

‘’What about you? Do you take care of yourself like I asked you to do? Because you seem tired.’’ Hannibal Lecter was not a stupid man, her skin looked flushed which was a sign of dehydration, she gazed on her left to see outside through open curtains, there were two big windows on the wall.

‘’I’m trying.’’ She simply said and stood up to go the the window and she felt dizzy, it was as if the floor was  shaking. As sson as she walked in his office Hannibal noticed that she was dehdrated and malnourished and he was waiting for her the accept her fault but before she could do that she fainted. Thankfully he was quick to catch her, he put her on the couch, a strand of thick Y/H/C hair fell across her deep Y/E/C eyes, he pushed it away and found himself watch her face. She looked peaceful,  he went to his cabinet and found oral rehydration salt, it was in a little plastic bag and he got a glass of water, poured whatever was in the glass and sat next to Y/N, she was waking up now, ‘’Shh, take it easy.’’  She tried to sit, ‘’You have to drink this Y/N.’’ he helped her drink, ‘’There is sodium and potasium in this and it will help you stay hydrated, I know you haven’t been taking care of yourself and I hate to see such a beautiful young girl look so tired. I have a solution.’’ He put the glass away, made her look at him by cupping her flushed cheeks. ‘’You will stay with me until you are healthy enough to leave. Doctor’s orders.’’ Hannibal knew he was crossing the doctor and patient boundaries but ever since they met he had this urge to take her under his dark wings. It wasn’t like Abigail, with Abigail he felt like her father, his aternat feelings kicked in, however, when it came to Y/N he felt like they could be more than this. He knew she had secrets and she wasn’t ready to share them yet but he felt like she had a dark side, a side that he wanted to explore and brought it out.

‘’Are you sure?’’ Y/N asked because she didn’t want to be a burden, ‘’Yes. I have a big house and I’m a great chef. I will cook for you.’’ Deep down he knew that this wasn’t a short term deal, Y/N found herself hugging him. He smelled nice, he caressed her soft hair and kissed her temple, ‘’Shall we go home love?’’

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i'm aching for feyd rautha x fremen reader!!! perhaps soulmate situation where feyd has dreams about reader and is UTTERLY OBSESSED (please i yearn) ((im so normal about feyd rautha)) also pls drink water and its no rush :))

A/n; HIIIII! This is my first Feyd-Rautha fanfic so go easy on me. Thank you so much for this request, not me giggling and blushing as i was writing this. English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry for any typos.

Words; 5.315K (wow i out did myself lol)

Warnings; War, killing, abduction

He was running, he could feel the rain on his face but he kept running. Moist sand and wet mélange filled his nostrils, the damp sand stuck to his heavy boots, the sound they made was similar to walking on the fresh snow. He never thought he could smell things in his dreams, ‘’Find me.’’  A woman’s soft voice echoed in his ears, ‘’I dare you.’’ And there she was, standing in her stillsuit, hair long and wet, over the years her face was getting more and more clear. Before Feyd could reach and grab her he woke up. He was sweating and he wasn’t in Arrakis, he was in Giedi Prime, House Harkonnen. He could feel the cold satin of his sheets, ‘’Who are you?’’ he whispered into thin air, nothing moved or made a sound. His room was dark, as usual. He rose to his feet and walked to the large glass, his side of the castle over looked the volcanic wasteland that was Giedi Prime, heavly industrialized, low photosynthesis. Harkonnen’s kept the original forests but other than that everything was stone and building.

Feyd-Rautha was a rational man when it comes to these things, however, he kept having these dreams since he was a child. In his dreams he was either in his home planet or Arrakis, he wasn’t alone. The girl in his dreams had always been distant, over the years the girl kept coming closer and closer. Last few months he could see her face clearly. She was a beauty, none of his concubines could match it. Sometimes they would sit in silence or he would chase her… he was going to lose his mind. He needed answers to these dreams, with the arrival of Reverend Mother Helen Mohiam he hoped to get those answers he was looking for. He ordered his men to keep the Reverend Mother at greeting room, when he got ready he left his chambers in a hasty manner. He was a man of action and he didn’t like waiting or making his guest wait, he had a reputation to keep.

Reverend Mother was seated at one of the metal chairs, covered in black clothing, she fitted the room, the castle of Harkonnen was mostly black and grey, servants and soldiers had to wear the same colors as well.

At first Reverend Mother had to test him to see if he was human or not, he followed her instructions and put his hand in a box, he had to endure the pain which was something he got used to and he even enjoyed getting hurt but this was something else. He could feel his hand burn and freeze at the same time, visions ran at a fast speed in his mind’s eyes. He was eager to prove himself so he didn’t flinch, he could feel sweat running down his face, Reverend Mother didn’t not react at all.

‘’You have passed the test.’’ She announced in a flat tone but he knew she was impressed.

‘’My turn.’’  He said which confused the old woman, he was kneeling for this test so he bolted to his feet and took a step back. Hands clasped at his back, he seemed intimidating in his black tunic and pants. His boots made him look much taller than others and he was already a tall man.

‘’What do you know about dreams?’’

‘’Tell me yours and I shall reveal the truth.’’ His eyes searched her face, which was difficult to see through her thin scarf, ‘’I-‘’ he started, ‘’I see.. her.’’ He was hesitant. Reverend Mother noticed the way he said ‘’her’’ this woman must be of importance. ‘’Go on.’’ Old age made her curious for gossip and she thought she was about hear the juiciest one, she didn’t know she was going to discover something larger. Larger than anyone on this Universe.

‘’I’m usually in Arrakis, it rains, and I see her. She speaks to me. She wants me to find her in the desert. I believe she is a Fremen.’’ He shortly explains, Reverend Mother leaned in, ‘’What does he say exactly?’’ Feyd felt naked before this old witch. ‘’ ‘Find me.’ She says, I could hear her in my mind. She wants us to unite.’’ There was a silence, his patience running thin, was he going insaner than usual or these dreams meant something?

‘’Arrakis… rain.. a girl…’’ he heard Reverend Mother whisper to herself, ‘’How long have you been having these dreams?’’ she asked, she was the one who suppose to give answers to him and yet she was questioning him. ‘’Since my childhood.’’ And with that Reverend Mother quickly stood up, which was quicker than expected, considering her age. ‘’I must speak to your uncle Baron Vladimir. Wait us here.’’ He had no choice now, the Pandora’s box was opened. He would rather fight in the arena than waiting here. He was pacing in the large room that had black marble floors, his boots made distinctive sound son the cold floor, his head turned to the doors of the room when they were opened by the servants, his uncle came floating, next to him Reverend Mother followed, Baron was ear to ear smiling, ‘’Hearing these news on your name day is nothing but fate.’’ The old man announced, it was true. Today was Feyd-Rautha’s name day and a ceremony was waiting for him later. ‘’Congratulations, Reverend Mother here says you’ll be the one who raise Harkonnen to its glory.’’ He said with his raspy voice, he seemed joyful even, well, a joy that fit him, cold and calculating. Feyd’s snake like neck moved in questioning, ‘’What about Rabban?’’ his brother Rabban was in Arrakis, ruling in the name of Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, mostly failing him and their family. ‘’He will be reassigned.’’ In their family this meant that it was his last chance, or he would be killed.

‘’Enjoy Arrakis.’’ A cunning smile made him look even more terrifying. He left them alone, Feyd was confused but also the idea of controlling spice made his body electric. ‘’To fulfill your destiny you have to find that Fremen and to secure your place you have to join your house with their kind. They shall be easier to control. I’m sure she is waiting for you to claim her.’’ Reverend Mother was testing the waters, she watched Feyd-Rautha’s expression change into predator mode after she spoke. Now it was a hunt for him and she knew that he won’t stop until he fulfilled his mission.

Feyd knew what Reverend Mother meant but to join with the barbarians?! His house’s reputation could be at stake. He was a psychotic killer but he had rules. He will not tolerate anything that might humiliate his family name. he didn’t want to think further about this so he found himself marching to the arena. After the games he was suppose to have his ceremony and be shipped to Arrakis, his new home.

His ‘’ascending’’ to the title of ‘’Na-Baron’’ was well organized. Rabban lost his rank so it was his time to shine, bring glory and fame to his name and his house. Among the loud cries and applauses Baron Vladimir held his nephew’s face in his sweaty palms and whispered into his ears, ‘’Do not fail me son.’’ It wasn’t coming from affection, it was a threat. He knew his missions;

‘’Control Rabban,

Take over the spice production and multiply the income,

Fulfill what Reverend Mother said.’’

First two were easy…

That night he was shipped to Arrakis with an army and his most loyaly men. As soon as he landed he had one thing in mind, ‘’make Rabban pay for his foolishness’’, ‘’My Na-Baron,’’ servants greeted him outside the castle of Arrakis, hot sun hit his face, he could smell the mélange. ‘’Lord Rabban is waiting for you.’’ As she walked to the Coordination Chambers he watched servants bow in fear and respect. He liked what he saw. Without waiting for servants to open the door for him he barged in. ‘’Rabban!’’ he yelled in animalistic anger. No one noticed the was Rabban flinched but him. ‘’You have humiliated our house,’’ he took a step towards him, ‘’you have humiliated me.’’ And another step. ‘’Kiss my foot.’’ He said cautiously, waiting for Rabban’s reaction and since none came Feyd pushed Rabban to the floor, ‘’Kiss or die.’’ Rabban  had no choice but to give in.

Following days were easy. Fremens didn’t know the change in command so first attack was successful. Spice production was slow but promising. Other houses started to send gifts and letters to him to gain his favor. ‘’He who controls the spice controls the entire galaxy.’’ his uncle used to say to him as a child and he was right.

Weeks passed and every time he launched an attack he was also at the front with his men. Main reason was his thirst for blood and gore, however a side of him was looking for something or rather someone. Ever since his arrival his dreams became more frequent and vivid.

The girl kept saying ‘’You’re close.’’

She must be near he could feel it, but among thousands of Fremen girls how was he suppose to find her?

Whenever they attacked he ordered his men to gather Fremen girls who were close to his age, after capturing them he would look at their faces and try to find her but his research was in vain, or so he thought.

Months passed, he was growing restless and Fremen knew how to fight. Disputes were bringing imbalance to the realm. He was refusing to sleep due to the fact that you were in his dreams and he was making plans, growing tactics to find you.  Also he didn’t have much time since the Padishah Emperor Shaddam sent him a letter;

‘’Find what you are looking for and bring stability.’’

It was a direct order otherwise he knew that Padishah Emperor would sent his soldiers, Sardaukars to take over what he had established so far.

After that letter his attacks grew more persistent.

‘’Na-Baron, Prisoners are here.’’ Without changing his blood dripping battle suit he marched to the room where the prisoners were kept. They were all on their knees, hands tied behind their backs. ‘’How many?’’ he asked to his general, removing his leather gloves, ‘’20 my Na-Baron.’’

Sleepless night had a toll on him, he was more on the edge than usual. It was going to be almost a year since he came to Arrakis. Fighting with Fremens put the spice production at risk and he couldn’t have that. ‘’I am looking for someone.’’ He began, Fremens knew by now that he was looking for a girl, old Fremens believed that it was a part of a prophecy long forgotten, most of the young ones thought it was a Benne Gesserit tactic to control them.

‘’Eyes up!’’ he yelled, and they looked up to meet his vicious gaze, at the corner one of the girls looked up and immediately lowered her gaze. ‘’You!’’ he pointed to the girl, ‘’Bring her to me.’’ He ordered and two of his men dragged her to him. His pale hand held her face to look deeply but it was false alarm, it wasn’t her. ‘’Why did she move her eyes though?’’ he thought. She seemed like she was holding something… information? Maybe.

‘’It seems like you know me.’’ He said quietly, ‘’I don’t know you.’’ He northerner accent filled his ears. Her voice was shaking and her fear gave it away, ‘’Ohh,’’ Feyd-Rautha loved to see fear in people’s eyes. ‘’You and I, we’re going to have a talk.’’ He moved his head slightly to the left and his men took the girl to a questioning room. Others moved in their places with an uneasy manner.

Feyd didn’t want to waste no time so he followed his men to the room. Inside the castle was kept at a mild temperature, outside was hell. He never thought he could get used to the heat but he adapted.

Feyd watched his men chain the girl to a metal chair and also watched the scared girl observe the room. Brown walls and floors were covered in blood, there were human parts here and there. ‘’What are you going to do to me?’’ she asked trying to stay calm. He wasn’t in the mood for torture since he just came from a battle, ‘’Nothing if you aid and abet. You might even have a luxurious life for your family in the city.’’ Rich Fremens lived in the city. He was actually being honest, she could tell. ‘’Tell me what do you know.’’ If one looked closer it could be seen that he was tired, after all he was human and human beings had their limits. ‘’Promise you won’t hurt her.’’

With the mention of you, his posture got straighter, ‘’I don’t intend to.’’

‘’And promise you let those women go to their homes.’’ Feyd felt generous today, ‘’Set them free.’’ He ordered which shocked his men, ‘’But my Na-Baron,’’ his solider’s sentence cut short since Feyd cut his throat. ‘’You heard me.’’ He warned his other soldiers. ‘’Now,’’ he looked at her, ‘’your turn.’’

The girl seemed cautious. ‘’I… I think I know who you’re looking for.’’ She started, ‘’I have a friend, since childhood. She keeps telling me her dreams of a man.. description fits you perfectly.’’ She finished as if an invisible burden lifted off of her shoulders. ‘’She is a respected soldier’s daughter, they live in a secluded cave, well guarded. It won’t be easy.’’ Feyd smiled in anticipation,

‘’I don’t want easy.’’

The girl gave the exact coordinates, as he was leaving he stopped in his tracks, ‘’What’s her name?’’

‘’Y/N.’’

He rested during the day, he wanted to attack to their Sietch when its late night. ‘’Y/N…’’ he whispered like praying to Gods. ‘’A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.’’

The sietch was in deep desert but his men were perfectly prepared. He positioned his men at the exists and entrances of the sietch.

They blasted the stone walls which were doors, Fremen knew how to be one with the desert. Fremen were ambushed, they didn’t expect the attack but they were brave, sietch was big with multiple floors. Since Y/N was a well respected soldier’s daughter she must be upstairs with other higher ranks. He moved past everyone, climbing the stone stairs, screams were music to his ears. He pushed and kicked everyone who was on his way. Upstairs the rooms had thin green curtains that were see-through. He didn’t bother with crying children and their mothers, his one and only mission was to find Y/N and leave with her. As he was walking carefully on the long hall which had rooms on his left and right he felt a presence at his back. His blade crashed with another. The woman was in her stillsuit just like others, her face and hair covered with a dirty beige scarf, only eyes could be seen. ‘’Move out of my way girl and you will live.’’ When the girl heard his voice he noticed the hand she was holding the blade go soft for a split second but gained strength once again.

Feyd’s suit was specifically designed for him, head to toe he was dipped in jet black, a mask covering his face yet his eyes were there like dark diamonds. Shining with thirst. She didn’t say anything and made her move. She was passionate, it didn’t go unnoticed by him, maybe she had a thirst for blood just like him. Feyd stepped back and her crysknife licked the air. ‘’I gave you chance.’’ Feyd said before he launched at her, he was swift but the girl answered every stroke. ‘’You are good…’’ he was out of breath, her stance was weak, ‘’but not that good.’’ And they danced. Feyd made her trip, Fremen girl wasn’t even making a sound while attacking, she was like the desert, silent. Her moves made him think of swans, elegant yet bold. Feyd could feel that tonight he was going to satisfy his need for blood. 

Fremen girl threw sand to his face to get advantage because she was unstable, ‘’Unfair.’’ She heard him say. He rubbed his eyes and had to remove his mask. She saw him under the orange glowglobe, her knife dropped and ran to the opposite direction.

Feyd-Rautha wasn’t a stupid man. This action of hers gave her true identity. Like a predator he began the chase, it was thrilling. It wasn’t easy to spot her among Fremens who wear the same colored suits but it made the chase more fun. Something in him told him to go to the nearest exit and he did.

He had fewer men outside since most of the action was inside the sietch, the sand was covered in blood and his man laying stiff on the ground. One of his men lost his weapon, maybe she took it?

He closed his eyes to listen to the desert, he could hear swift motions, he followed where the sound coming from, there were large rocks to his left and he moved. Someone jumped at him behind the rocks, he fell to the ground, smell of spice made him a bit dizzy but he composed himself quickly. Two small hands grabbed his throat, sitting on top of him. She was screaming in ecstasy, maybe she never killed someone and she thought this was going to be her first. Feyd thought it was cute that she thinks she could kill him. With all of his strength he moved to his side dragging her along with him. Now she was laying on the ground, with one of his hand he pinned her hands above her head, he didn’t forget to give all of his weight to make her stay put, her legs wrapped around his waist. With his other hand he found his knife and cut her scarf. Her pure face revealed under Arrakis’s two glowing moons. His animalistic smile grew, ‘’Found you.’’ She was struggling to get away, like an animal trapped in a cage. ‘’Sleep tight.’’ And he injected a sedative, in seconds her shiny eyes closed.

Arrakis has woken up to a new day, a new era one might say. Na-Baron was energetic, he woke up to a letter from Reverend Mother; ‘’Now that you got what you came for it won’t be hard to continue.’’

It was a simple message for an ordinary man’s eyes yet Feyd-Rautha wasn’t an ordinary man. It meant that ‘’Bring stability by uniting his house with the Fremens.’’ Last night’s events showed that he needed much time to break her to his liking. He had so many questions to ask her…

After a really long time Feyd had a boyish excitement. He was having his breakfast eagerly in his bed chambers when his door knocked and his Mentat walked in. ‘’How is she?’’ he asked eating his beef. ‘’My Na-Baron, she is creating chaos. Unstable.’’ He chuckled, sucked the juice off of his thumb, ‘’Take me to her.’’

She was kept in a guest room, probably biggest room she had ever had the luxury of staying, his Mentat went in first and Na-Baron heard the immediate screams from her, he also heard some metal clinging and barged in. She was chained at the end of the room, her hands and neck. ‘’What is the meaning of this?!’’ he yelled to his Mentat, ‘’Why is my bride chained to a wall?!’’ he could feel the rage in his veins. ‘’My Na-Baron, she is aggressive and killed a servant. We had no choice.’’

‘’Leave us.’’

When the door closed a thick silence occupied the room. She was standing in her stillsuit, hair a mess, and anger in her pretty eyes, eyes that were so familiar to him. He slowly approached, watched her move to the opposite direction, as he got close he could see the red marks on her wrists and neck. He came to a stop at a white line on the floor, his Mentat must have painted it.

‘’I’m not going to hurt you little dove.’’ His voice was calm which puzzled her, he was yelling at his Mentat seconds ago. His raspy tone which was inherited in his bloodline made her take a step back. ‘’Are you hungry?’’ she was shocked at his questioning. She only nodded, ‘’If you promise to not attack my servants they will bathe you and give you clean clothes, later you can have a fulfilling meal.’’ He tilted his head, his sharp jaw pointed like a blade, ‘’How does that sound?’’ Feyd could tell that she was tired and strangers made her uneasy, Fremens were a close-knit community, didn’t like strangers but they weren’t strangers, they haven’t been for a long time. Even though she didn’t let her guard down he could feel that she was less tense. ‘’I will be back.’’

After an hour or so Feyd was informed that she didn’t attack anyone, let the maids bathe her and dress her. Now she was eating, perfect timing.

Feyd-Rautha checked himself on the mirror, he had sleeveless black tunic and black pants, black boots. As usual. He left his chambers to visit her.

He opened the guest room door to see her eating, two maids waiting at her back. Y/N stopped eating when she saw her. She had a dark purple dress, showing her elegant shoulders, as he cautiously approached she smelled like a garden of roses, her hair brushed and braided. ‘’Leave us.’’ His eyes never leaving her. As the maids were leaving he didn’t forget to press the button on his chest, he had an invisible shield. Just in case.

‘’Please,’’ he said ‘’continue.’’ He sat next to her, grabbed an apple from the fruit basket. In the menu there was red wine, cooked fish and fruit. ‘’I’ve chosen the menu for you, is it to your liking?’’ she took a sip from her wine to clean her throat, half of the fish was eaten already. ‘’What is this?’’ she pointed at the fish, this was the first time Feyd heard her in real life. He had a victorious smile which Y/N found it odd. ‘’Fish. Have you ever seen a live one before?’’

‘’No.’’

‘’They live in the sea, lakes, rivers…’’ he stood up to move close to the wall to wall window, ‘’Imagine this desert filled with water. In that water animals like fish lives.’’ He turned to see her reaction, her eyes shone interest, ‘’I’m going to take you to planets that have sea.’’ He was speaking more to himself.

‘’What do you want?’’ she asked harshly, ‘’I want you.’’

Fremens were up front about their thoughts and feelings but seeing an outsider being that way shocked her. ‘’We have the same dreams since childhood. Am I mistaken?’’ he had to be sure. She nodded, ‘’Don’t you think this is.. fate?’’ yes, she was having the same dreams of him, last night when she saw his face her body was in fight or flight and she choose flight. All she wanted to do right now get the knife from the table and jab it to his pale neck, she thought nothing was stopping her so slowly her left hand went to the table, Feyd’s back was turn but he had pointy ears. She jumped from her seat to his back, like a monkey but an invisible energy was pushing the knife from his neck. Feyd’s laughter echoed in the room and with one move he pulled her from his back and made her stand in front of him, holding her hands behind her back, now they were glued. This was the first time they were this close without war gear, he could feel her breasts pressing his chest, up close she noticed how smooth his arms were, and how masculine he was. ‘’I didn’t expect the least from you.’’ He said smiling, he was mad, that’s for sure. She lost her temper.

‘’You murdered my kin! You killed my family, my friends! I would rather die!’’ the fire in her eyes intrigued him. Her eyes were getting blurry, she was fighting to escape but his grip was strong.

‘’If they gave me the spice willingly none of this would happen.’’ He said with a serious tone, ‘’Let go of me!’’ she screamed, ‘’I would rather be eaten by Shai Hulud than be your bride!’’ she was crying now, her vision was blurry and Feyd let her go. Y/N’s tired arms which held bruises from last night hitting his chest, ‘’I have no one-‘’ she was having an attack, ‘’because of you-‘’ Feyd felt a lump in his throat, it was strange to him, he never thought he would feel sadness but here he was. He achieved everything he ever wanted but why did he have a bitter taste in his mouth?

She was shaking violently, Feyd held her, the reality of the situation hit her like a sand storm. People that she called family were gone by the hands of this man who was holding her so delicately…

These hands that were brushing her hair committed atrocities…

Months of hiding and fighting made her fall to her knees, she lost to the outsider.

‘’You have me now.’’ She heard the Na-Baron say, ‘’Shh,’’ she felt his plump lips on her hair, ‘’you have me little dove.’’ Her body gave in and she fainted.

‘’It was a seizure due to stress my Na-Baron.’’ Feyd-Rautha was by her side, she was sleeping, when Mentat left he found himself holding her hand and climbing to bed. ‘’What if this doesn’t work out?’’

The pressure of keeping his family name at its glory kicked in. Feyd lived his life to be the perfect Harkonnen, could he loose it all?

Reverend Mother was suppose to come to Arrakis in a few days to see Y/N and question her, they only had few days to get to know each other. What would happen if Reverend Mother didn’t see Y/N as a right match for their breeding program? But the dreams… element of fate.. it was too much for him. He let his body relax next to Y/N’s, still holding her hand he fell asleep.

Y/N felt a presence next to her and her eyes opened immediately. It was night, and a glowglobe lit the room dimly, the night was silent. To her left she saw him, sleeping peacefully, her hand in his, she wondered how could someone commit murder day and night and then sleep like this. No care in the world, she thought, how wrong she was.

At first she thought her dreams to be simple imagination of children, later in life the dreams grew frequent. In her dreams she kept seeing him holding her hand and leading her to new planets, the first person she told about these dreams was her father who took her to an old lady, after having a mélange session the old woman started to scream ‘’So it’s written!’’ there was an old prophecy long forgotten, a Fremen girl was going to marry an outsider which would bring stability. For years her people had fought, hid in the shadows, she never believed the prophecy and moved on but her father and her close friend and that old woman believed religiously. She turned to observe him. He looked so pure she didn’t want to believe that this man was the man she fought back at home. ‘’Like what you see?’’ his raspy voice had amusement. She didn’t move or said nothing. He opened her blue eyes, his hand gently went up to trace the outlines of her face, ‘’Give me a chance to introduce myself.’’ And he kissed her hand, together they fallen asleep again.

The next morning they had breakfast in silence, ‘’I want to show you something today.’’ He announced and he took her to the garden inside the castle. Years ago his ancestors built a garden inside that well kept and full of flowers from different planets. Y/N had never seen these before, she read about plants because she was interested in them but seeing them in real life was something else. She found herself smelling every flower, Feyd noticed the huge smile on her face, they sat among the flowers, neither of them dared to utter a word. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, she was in awe of this place and Feyd was in awe of her. She looked divine in her orange dress, she looked positively care free.

All day they didn’t speak a word to each other, Feyd gave some orders, other than that he intend to keep the silence. In silence there was no rejection, no fighting. They had dinner together, and he watched her take off her clothes wear her night gown and lay on the bed. They were in his bed chambers so he also changed and went to bed. There was a space between them which Feyd didn’t like. He was discovering new things about himself such as desire to have physical contact. Her back was turned to him, he came close and hugged her from behind, she didn’t move.

The days that followed were the same. Slowly Feyd started to give her information about his life here and there, she listened intently but her heart was with the desert. So many times Feyd caught her staring out the window, Y/N also made comments to things he said or shared memories of her past. She had to make a decision but she wasn’t in hurry since the Harkonnen’s and Fremens stopped fighting since she was captured. That night she felt the cold side of the bed and woke up, Feyd was gone, yes they slept in the same bed for days but nothing happened. She rose to her feet and fell on her knees, the castle was under attack. Sirens could be heard everywhere. Out the window she saw Fremens attack the castle, she found a knife from Feyd’s closet and left the room. The halls were packed with Harkonnen soldiers, marching outside to meet the attack and they had heavy machines, also their numbers higher than Fremens. She had to find him and put an end to this.

Bare foot she was running, they all seemed the same, pale skin and black suits. When Y/N saw his Mentat she ran to him, ‘’Where is he?!’’ she yelled, it was chaos, chaose everywhere. ‘’My lady you shouldn’t be outside.’’ She didn’t care, ‘’Where is he?!’’ she demanded. ‘’At the entrance, greeting the Fremens.’’ And she ran. Mentat was right he was fighting and killing her kin, he was a skilled killing machine.  ‘’FEYD!’’ she screamed at the top of her lungs. Fremens that knew her stopped in their tracks, shocked to see her in a luxurious night gown, they were here to collect her. ‘’FEYD!’’ the Fremen he was fighting stopped when he saw her and it made Feyd stop too, among dust and falling men he turned to face her. He was covered in blood, holding knives in both of his hands, he slashed open the Fremen’s throat and walked to her. She could feel her blood run cold.

‘’How could you?!’’ she attacked, Feyd immediately held her hand that was holding the knife, her knife dropped.

‘’Mary me!’’ he screamed, ‘’Mary me and I’ll stop the war.’’

Y/N looked around, watching her people fall to the sand and lose it was too much to bear, it was high time someone put an end to this and if it was her then she had to fulfill her destiny.

She said nothing but held his face and kissed his plump lips.