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Alr you guys, I'm opening request box! feel free to ask for anything that's mostly Jojo related :D

I will probably write for characters from Stardust Crusaders, but I don't mind writing for other one of your favourites, something platonic or romantic, whatever you wish!

Self shipping is always welcome! I won't reply to everything though, so I apologise for that :( but I'm open for your suggestions! I'd rather keep it family friendly in here but who knows 👀

Feel free to request and I'll see what I can do!

Should’ve Done Your Homework – Aiden Steiner x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Aiden Steiner x Reader

Summary: Theo Raeken has taken an interest on you while Aiden is out of town. Lydia, Stiles and Scott knock some sense into him.

Trigger warning: Cursing

Word count: 1.062

Theo Raeken had finally lost his patience.

He had noticed you the moment he returned to Beacon Hills, drawn in by your effortless grace and natural allure. You were breathtaking — without trying, without pretense, carrying yourself with an understated confidence that made you impossible to ignore. Confident. Sharp. Untouchable. Like you existed in a different league, and he wasn’t even worth a second glance.

So, he tried. Turned on the charm. Made conversation. Dropped little comments meant to test the waters.

Nothing. Not even a flicker of interest.

And now, standing in the middle of the school hallway, watching you walk away from him yet again, he had reached his limit.

He turned to Stiles, who was leaned against his locker, arms crossed over his chest, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He could barely contain his amusement at the situation unfolding before him. Scott, on the other hand, seemed genuinely uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as tension filled the air.

"Okay, seriously," Theo huffed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation, "what the hell is her problem?"

Scott and Stiles exchanged a quick glance, years of friendship allowing them to communicate volumes in that brief moment. "Her problem?" Stiles repeated, letting out a short, incredulous laugh. Scott pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly not wanting to be a part of this conversation that was rapidly heading south.

Theo clenched his jaw. "Yeah, her problem. She's been nothing but cold to me since I got here, treating me like I'm completely invisible."

"This gonna be fun," Lydia muttered to herself, inspecting a perfectly manicured nail with exaggerated interest, a slight smirk tugging at her lips.

"So, let me get this straight," she drawled, her voice dripping with carefully measured disdain, "you're pissed off because she doesn't fall for your 'nice guy' act? You show up out of nowhere, acting all smooth, throwing a few compliments and charming smiles around like confetti, and suddenly you're entitled to her attention? Is that what we're dealing with here?"

Theo rolled his eyes dramatically. "That's not what I am saying—"

"Then what are you saying, Theo?" Scott interrupted, his usually calm demeanor cracking. His patience was running thin, evident in the sharp edge to his words.

"She barely even acknowledges me," Theo snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration, his voice rising with each word.

Stiles let out a sharp breath, barely containing his mirth. "Oh my gosh. This is hilarious. This is absolutely priceless."

Theo glared at him, his eyes flashing dangerously. "How is this funny, Stilinski? Please, enlighten me."

"It's funny because you're about as self-aware as a brick wall. Actually, that might be insulting to brick walls. Seriously, Theo. You should've done your homework before going after Y/N."

Theo narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping into his expression. "And why is that?"

"Oh, come on, Theo. You're a big, bad werewolf. Think," Lydia urged, an amused grin spreading across her lips.

Irritation flickered across his face. "Just spit it out already," he demanded, his patience wearing dangerously thin.

Stiles turned to Theo with mock sympathy, placing a theatrical hand over his heart. "My dear friend, she's taken."

"So what? I've never seen her with anyone. And it's High School," he scoffed dismissively, as if that fact alone made relationships temporary, easily breakable, mere child's play.

"Oh, wow, buddy," Stiles grinned, clearly enjoying this moment far too much, "you really thought she's single just because you haven't seen her making out in the hallways? That's adorably naïve of you."

Theo's brows furrowed deeply, confusion and frustration warring on his features. "I'm just saying if she's taken, then where is he? Who even is he? Because I haven't seen anyone worthy around here."

Scott, who was mostly quiet up until this point of the conversation, leaned in purposefully. His voice was low, steady, carrying a weight that demanded attention.

"Quick question, didn't you say the werewolf who bit you was killed by his own betas?"

"Yeah — what does that have to do with anything?" Theo responded, clearly struggling to connect the dots.

"Well, my little clueless fool," Stiles shook his head with a mischievous smile that threatened to split his face, "one of those betas is dating Danny. The other…" his voice trailed off meaningfully. He didn't need to finish the sentence, letting the implication hang heavy in the air.

Theo's eyes widened in realization, the color draining from his face. "No way."

"Yes way."

"Go ahead, Theo," Lydia clicked her tongue, savoring the moment like fine wine, "say his name."

"You're telling me Aiden fucking Steiner — the former Alpha — is dating Y/N*,*" Theo gasped in disbelief, pointing at you. You were stood by your locker at the end of the hallway, casually chatting with Malia — once again, not paying attention to him, not sparing even a fleeting glance towards his direction. "For how long? How long has this been going on?"

"Oh, not that long, really," Stiles replied, his grin stretching impossibly wider, "it's been like, what? Three, four years? Something like that. You know, just a casual long-term commitment."

"What?! So you're telling me she was dating Aiden even when he was after you? When everything was chaos?"

"Oh, yeah. Snuck around everyone's back. Very forbidden romance, enemies to lovers of them — expect, they were never enemies, you know," Lydia answered, clearly relishing every moment of Theo's growing discomfort. "And not only that—he's fiercely protective of her," she added. "More like psychotically protective," Stiles corrected.

"If he's so overprotective, then where is he now? I've seen his brother around, but him? Haven't seen him in weeks," Theo objected, his confidence returning.

Lydia gave him a knowing smirk. “So what? He’s gonna come back, eventually.”

“And if he finds out you’ve been obsessing over his girlfriend for weeks - well… see how that goes for you,” Scott added, his voice dead serious.

Theo remained silent.

“So, if you want to keep pushing, good luck,” Stiles finished, clapping Theo on the shoulder. “And if you need help arranging the funeral… I know a guy.”

I’ve Got You – Valerio Montesinos x Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Summary: You pass out during class, and Valerio takes care of you. {Requested}

Word count: 1k

You felt off all morning. You woke up feeling cold, a chill clanging to your skin despite the warmth of your bed. Your body ached, your throat was drier than a sandbox, and a persistent headache throbbed behind your eyes. However, a mild cold was nothing you couldn’t push through — or so you though. As the day went on, it had become harder to ignore the sickness creeping in. The fluorescent lighting of the classroom made your vision swim, the words on the board were blurred together, and the chatter of your classmates sounded unbearably loud.

“You okay?” Carla’s voice broke through the haze, and you felt her sharp eyes scrutinizing you. “Yeah, I’m fine — just a little tired,” you answered, forcing a weak smile. She did not look convinced, neither nor Guzmán and Lu when they turned in their seat.

“You do not look tired,” Lu said bluntly, exchanging worried glances with Carla. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

The nausea was crawling in your throat. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath — you just had to make it until class came to and end — a few more minutes.

“Y/N? Do you want some water?” Ander’s voice barely registered. Your head was spinning, the murmurs around you blurred into a hum as your body wavered in its fight to stay upright. A wave of heat rolled over you, suffocating and unbearable.

“It’s so hot in here…” you murmured, tugging desperately at the collar of your shirt. The fabric felt suffocating against your burning skin. “Please, don’t be so close to me.”

Ander immediately pulled back. “I’m getting you some water,” he offered, his voice laced with concern. Worried glances were exchanged between your classmates, but you couldn’t process any of it. Every inch of your skin felt too hot. “Please, I— I need some air,” you pleaded.

Someone — Nadia? — opened the window.

Voices were overlapping in frantic concern the moment Valerio stepped in the classroom. His head snapped at your direction just as he caught the tail end of you saying you needed some air. The second he heard air, his jaw clenched. His eyes found you in an instant — unnervingly pale skin, shallow breaths — he knew that look.

“Everyone get back, let her breathe,” he snapped, pushing through the desks, desperate to get to you. Carla was the first to react with Samuel, Polo and Guzmán following suit. Nadia, Rebeka and Lu were hesitant but listened, and shifted away.

Valerio kneeled beside you. “I don’t feel good,” you whispered to him. You were swaying slightly, your eyes hazy, unfocussed. Valerio reached for you, his hands resting on your shoulders, trying to steady you.

“You’re okay, I got you,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing but with an undertone of concern. He could feel the heat radiating off you, your skin damp with sweat. Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping at his shirt. “It’s so hot in here,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I got the water,” Ander passed the bottle to Valerio. One hand cradled the back of your head as he brought it to your lips. “Just one sip,” he urged, titling the bottle slightly. The cold water touched your lips, and another wave of nausea surged through you. Your vision blurred, your ears rang, and everything went black.

—

“Dios, don’t do that again,” Lu exhaled sharply, just as your eyelids fluttered open. Her hands were crossed over her chest, more out of anxiety rather than annoyance.

“You scared the hell out of us,” Carla added — her usual cold demeanor had been replaced with something softer, warmer.

“Oh, so now you care?” Rebeka scoffed, arching her eyebrow. Her sharp gaze shifted between them. Simultaneously, Carla and Lu shot her a death glace. “Cállate, Ghetto Barbie,” Lu snapped. Her gaze shifted back to you. “Unlike you, we actually know her — she’s always too damn stubborn to admit something’s wrong.”

“No, you’re just always too damn busy gossiping to actually notice if something’s wrong,” Rebeka shot back.

“Enough,” Guzmán cut in, standing between them. His eyes darted to you, still curled in Valerio’s lap. “Stop talking about Y/N like she’s not right here.”

This was enough for Rebeka and Lu to pause, even if they were still glaring daggers at each other.

“And stop acting like she flatlined,” Valerio muttered. His fingers were tangled in your hair, his touch grounding you.

“She almost did — she completely collapsed,” Nadia commented, earning a scoff from Ander. “Alright,” he huffed, rubbing his temple. “Enough with the dramatics. She needs to go home now, before she collapses again.”

Carla rolled her eyes, her fingers tapping impatiently on her crossed arms. “Ander is right. She shouldn’t be here — she looks like she just crawled out of her own grave.”

“That’s exactly what I was trying to do before Ghetto Barbie over here decided to pick a fight,” Lu muttered. Rebeka’s eyes flared.

Rebeka’s jaw clenched. “You want to keep pushing me, princesa? Because I swear—”

“Basta!” Valerio snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the rising tension. His arms tightened around you protectively when you flinched at the sudden volume. That was enough to shut everyone up.

His expression softened as he looked down at you. “I’m taking her home.”

“Who the hell knew Mr. Chile is boyfriend material,” Rebeka quipped. Lu scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, please. He’s just trying to be useful for once.”

“Útil would be you shutting up for five seconds,” Valerio shot back, carefully lifting you into his arms. Lu bit back a remark as she watched her brother carry you towards the exit. ”I’ve got you, mi amor,” Valerio whispered as he stepped in the empty hallway. “I’ve got you.”

Being Lydia Martin’s Younger Sister Would Include…

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner. 

A/N(s):

Sorry for not updating so often these days, I got back to school and as a result of that, I don’t have that much free time. However, I’ll be out of school again in two weeks, so please bare with me.

I wrote this during Biology class, but I think it’s cute smh. 

Requests and pms are still open. 

Being Lydia’s little sister would include...

Being one year younger than her

But being twice as sassy as her

Driving her crazy

But her secretly loving how similar your personalities were

Stiles calling you “the Devil 2.0.”

Her and Stiles being your OTP

Throwing the best parties in BH together

Going shopping together

Picking each other’s outfits for school

Braiding each other’s hair

Doing each other’s make up

Helping her discover the full spectrum of her Banshee powers and abilities

Jackson buying you expensive gifts

Scott being protective of you

Having sleepovers with Allison

Helping Malia with homework

Liam having a huge crush on you

Having a thing for all the boys she had ever dated

But never trying to ruin her relationships

Falling hard for Derek as soon as you meet him

Derek liking you back, but not daring making a move

Due to Lydia’s overprotectiveness

But eventually agreeing on setting you up

Her being happy for you

Her threatening Derek to kill him with her Banshee scream if he ever hurt you

Her being such a pain in the ass occasionally

You being a total nightmare as well

Being roommates in College

Supporting each other

Protecting each other at all costs

Loving each other to death

Being Derek Hale’s younger sister would include...

{Requested}

A/N: I’m currently working on new things about this blog, so I’m sorry in advance if I fall behind with my requests.

Being Derek’s little sister would include...

Not being too close to Derek when you were younger

Because your characters were quite similar

Arguing constantly

Talia having to step in before things went too far

Becoming best friends when reaching adolescence

Going to him for advice

Him being protective over you when you got to the date scene

Supporting him on basketball games

Hooking him up with Paige

Comforting him after her death

Taking an instant dislike to Peter, not that you never really did like him

Surviving the fire, and sticking with him

Being a member of his pack, and helping him train his Betas

Flirting with Isaac

Derek not being okay with it

Giving Isaac a hard time

Hale eye roll ™

Tracing each other’s spiral tattoos

Being comfortable with physical affection only with him

Sibling cuddling while watching movies during thunderstorm nights

Working out together, basically competing each other

Becoming an ally of the McCall pack, and eventually joining it

Derek growling at anyone during the pack meetings if they try to flirt with you

Except Stiles, because he knows you have a soft spot for him

Secretly loving when you give Allison death glares, because he knows you hate the Argents twice as he does

Occasionally stealing his car keys

Throwing parties at the loft when he’s out of town

You being the only one able to put him in his place

Evolving at the same time period

Having a very special connection in general, always standing by each other’s side

Protected – Derek Hale x Young! Beta! Reader

Summary: You’re Derek Hale’s 15-year-old Beta. Derek saves you before Gerald Argent kills you.

{Requested}

Pairing: Derek Hale x Young!Beta!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Gerald Argent, furious Derek, swearing, blood, crying

Word count: 802

Song recommendation: Iron - Woodkid

*Flashback*

“Do you have a death wish, Y/N?” Derek crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe, blocking the exit. You raised an eyebrow, sort of glaring at him.

“Do you?” you talked back at him, smiling coldly. Derek’s jaw clenched as he suppressed the urge to give you a piece of his mind. You had been giving him attitude for the past few days, and even if he was fully aware you disliked being told what to do, he was still your Alpha and had obligation to protect you.

“In case you forgot, Argent has already tried to kill you twice,” he acknowledged. “And failed to do so, twice,” you responded bitterly.

Derek sighed. “I’m only trying to keep you safe, Y/N/N. Please, just listen to me,” he said. Your gaze softened. “I’ll be fine, Derek,” you muttered, making your way out of the loft.

*End of flashback*

You weren’t exactly sure how you had found yourself running through the woods for dear life. There was, however, something you knew for certain: if you made it out alive, you’d never disregard Derek again. You were getting weaker, however, every second that went by. The possibility of you surviving seemed considerably unrealistic.

You hissed in pain, removing an arrow from your abdomen and hurriedly pressing with your hand against the cut to stem the bleeding, only to realize that you had been poisoned with wolf’s bane- you weren’t healing. You were seriously injured, and teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, yet you refused to give up.  

“I have to admit, Y/N, you gave me quite a hard time,” Gerald Argent commented, examining your bloodied features. You scoffed, “yeah, well. Facilitating your process of killing me wasn’t exactly on my to-do list,” you replied sarcastically, aching with every breath you took.

“You’re something else, aren’t you? For a newly turned Beta, you’re quite skilled. I’m sure you’re Derek’s favorite,” he pointed out, laughing devilishly. “It’s a shame you have to die this way, so young and innocent.”

Realization hit you. You were really going to die, if you didn’t do something drastic. With every bit of power you had left, you roared. Assuming Derek was searching for you, you had given away your position.

“Your life is completely in my hands; quit testing my boundaries, sweetheart,” Gerald warned, aiming a gun between your eyes. “Do you have any last words?” There was a brief moment of silence.

“Look behind you,” you breathed.

Derek emerged from the shadows, fully turned in his werewolf form. He neared Gerald in no time, instantly disarming him. “You didn’t actually believe I’d let you kill my Beta, did you?” he asked. To say his voice was infuriated, was an understatement. “Hunting her down alone was a seriously bad idea, Argent.”

– 

“SON OF A-” you cried, immediately waking up. “Hold her still!” Deaton shouted, pressing a syringe in your carotid, which you supposed contained the antidote for Aconitum. The pain was sending you over the edge, causing you to dig your claws in your Alpha’s skin, who held your hands pinned against the cold metal table.

After a few moments that felt like centuries, the veterinarian removed the needle from your neck. He gently pressed a cotton pad soaked in rubbing alcohol to where he injected you and gave you a sympathetic smile. “You almost died. Welcome back,” he simply said, earning a chuckle from you.

Deaton shot a knowing look at Derek. “I’m sure you two have a lot to discuss.” Derek nodded lightly, and Allan hustled out of the room, leaving you alone with your Alpha.

He wasn’t protective over you only because you were his Beta. He was protective over you because you were his anchor. There was something, in that intractable character of yours, that brought out the best of him. He felt responsible for you, as your Alpha and as your guardian. You were the closest person he had to a family. He needed to know you were safe. The idea of your getting hurt terrified him. 

“Did you kill him?” your croaked voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Derek smiled half-heartedly at you. “No, I didn’t. The Argents don’t deserve this kind of mercy,” he answered. “Right,” you whispered, avoiding eye contact.  

You wrapped your hands around Derek’s neck and rested your head in his chest. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, and he could already feel your tears moistening his shirt as he rubbed your back, trying to calm you down.

“It’s alright,” he said comfortingly. “Just, don’t be so stubborn next time.” 

“I promise,” you breathed. “Can we go home now?” Derek nodded and kissed your forehead, picking you up. The familiar warmth of his body soothed you to sleep, finally feeling protected in his embrace.

Scotty Doesn’t Know – Liam Dunbar x McCall! Reader

Request by @sweetestdolan: Can I request a Liam Dunbar imagine where the reader is Scott’s little sister and they’ve been sneaking around and it’s based off of the song “Scotty Doesn’t Know”

Song recommendation: Scotty Doesn’t Know - Lustra

I hope you like this! 🌼

A/N: Turns out I love writing for Liam. Send requests!

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x McCall! Reader, Scott McCall x Sister! Reader, McCall Pack x Reader

Warnings: none, I think.

Word count: 773

It was a little after midnight at a school night, which meant that you should probably have been asleep. That wasn’t the case, though- you had a little something to sort out that went by the name Liam Dunbar.

You had low-key developed a crush on Liam since you first laid your eyes on him. At first, you just liked him for his appearance- you found him a hottie and an adorable cinnamon roll simultaneously. He was in your grade, so you had a few classes together; and this is how slowly but steadily, your feelings grew stronger as you got to know him better.

Liam felt the same; however, he wouldn’t confess to you. It wasn’t that he was stubborn- he was rather shy and lacking self-confidence- he never thought that you’d like him back. It was only when Scott gave him the bite, that he grew more attached to you. Scott later explained to him that it was perhaps because you were his anchor. He actually liked the idea; you were always sticking together, so if anything happened, you’d protect each other- which meant he had fewer things to worry about.

Given all that, plus the fact that neither his little sister nor his Beta could lie to him; he was well-aware that you were dating. You simply weren’t aware of it, just yet.

“Goodnight, love you,” Scott whispered, trying not to ‘wake you up’. He placed a kiss on your forehead and tucked you in, then proceeded to leave your bedroom.

The moment he closed the door behind him, you threw you blanket off you and quickly but quietly got up from your bed. Coast is clear, you texted Liam, but didn’t bother waiting for a reply. As soon as you unlocked your window, he stepped in your room.

“Hi,” he said softly, kissing your chick. You smiled, wrapping your hands around his neck. He grabbed your waist and reached for your lips. “I missed you,” he muttered in-between kisses.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, leaning your head in the crook of his neck, exhaling his cologne. Liam drew patterns on your bare skin underneath your shirt and felt you relaxing with his touch.

As your kiss deepened, Liam picked you up and carried you to your bed. You lied on top of him, grinding slowly against his crotch. He let out a hushed growl as he caressed your butt, and you smirked at his eagerness.

Liam started kissing your neck lovingly, making you let out muffled moans. “Shh, Y/N,” he cooed, sucking on your sweet spot. You punched him lightly on the chest, warming him not to leave a hickey. He then paused, waiting for you to take off your shirt. He copied your actions.

All of a sudden, the lights in your room flicked on. You instantly shot a sitting position and hurried to cover your bare chest, whilst your brother, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, and Mason walked in on your making-out session.

“Ha, I knew it!” exclaimed Stiles, staring at a blushed Liam, and patted Scott’s shoulder. Lydia let out a scoff, as she took out of her pocket a fifty dollar bill and handed it to Mason. “Don’t doubt me again,” he smiled at her sweetly.

Your eyes glued to your brother’s, not daring to say a word. You expected him to snap at you for keeping your relationship with his Beta a secret for such a long time. Instead, an amused grin appeared on his face.

“You didn’t really think I didn’t know, did ya?” he asked, making your brush deepen. “Y-you knew?” you stuttered, avoiding eye-contact. He laughed, “Dude, seriously. I could smell your chemo-signals from miles away,” he stated.

You mentally cursed at yourself, for not having thought about it earlier. “So, you’re not mad?” Liam questioned, hiding his face on your shoulder. “Why would I be mad?” Scott replied, “I don’t have a say on your personal lives, kiddos. I just want both of you to be happy.”

A small smile formed on your lips. It was stupid of you to think that your brother would try to prevent you from being with someone you loved. You knew that Scott’s loved one’s happiness was his top priority.

“Thanks,” you and Liam said, finally relieved.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for tonight,” Stiles, who tried to stare anywhere else but your exposed skin, ushered everyone out of the room, banging the door behind him.

Liam’s eyes met yours again, and you let out a giggle. “It was easier than expected,” you pointed out. Liam shook his head in agreement, still blushing hard. “Definitely.”

Being Stiles Stilinski’s Twin Sister Would Include...

Stiles being born twelve minutes prior to you 

which meant constantly making fun of you for being ‘the little Stilinski’

which resulted to you smacking him so he’d shut up 

He always did

Being the exact opposite of him

Getting along excellently, regardless of your dissimilar personalities

Being the only one able to pronounce his name without slipping up

Being each other’s best friend

Always having each other’s back

Fighting over who’d shower first

Fighting over what you’d have for dinner

Fighting over what you’d watch on TV

Fighting over who’d drive

Fighting over who’d get to date Derek

Stealing his clothes

Twin telepathy

Knowing when either of you was in trouble 

Pulling pranks on Coach together

And getting lectured by Sheriff Stilinski about it

Even though he knew it was realistically pointless

Not arguing often, but when you did, nobody dared to step in-between you two 

They knew better

Having had to learn it the hard way

Being a member of Scott’s pack

Asking your help with the investigation

Isaac trying to flirt with you during pack meetings

Stiles telling him off because he knew you weren’t into him

Instantly noticing when he started showing symptoms of Frontotemporal Dementia 

Crying your eyes out when the tests came back positive

Him coming to you for comfort after a nightmare

Calming him down after a panic attack

The Nogitsune kidnapping you to manipulate the pack

You being the one who remembered him first and was able to bring him back 

Leaving Beacon Hills with him

Forever watching out for each other 

Dating Stiles Stilinski Would include...

Being next door neighbors, so practically knowing each other since birth

Growing up together, so you couldn’t exactly tell when you fell for him

Stiles having a crush on you too

But since you were best friends, neither of you confessed

However, you couldn’t help feeling a little jealous, because you thought he was crushing on Lydia

Scott knowing that you like each other, so at some point he got sick of your stubbornness and decided to take that matter in his own hands

He practically locked you in the school’s janitor’s closet until you made out

And this how you started dating in eighth grade

So much sarcasm

Inside jokes

Studying sessions together

That always led to heated make out sessions

Helping him solve cases

Cheering for him during lacrosse practice

Comforting him after he had nightmares about his mum

Never leaving his side when he was in the hospital

Keeping your memories of him, which was what brought him back

Long drives on his Jeep

Cuddling until you fall asleep

Hair stocking

Sweet, slow kisses

Never falling out of love with him

Being Scott McCall’s Younger Sister Would Include...

First things first, you two being inseparable since you were born

Being two years younger than Scott, but despite the age difference, you got along pretty well

Mostly because Melissa taught you from a very young age to always stand up for each other and stick together through thick and thin

Stiles was like, a second brother to you

Even though you slightly had a crush on him

Helping him go through his first full moon 🌕

Him wanting you to keep you safe at all costs, which meant keeping you uninvolved in the supernatural

Him failing to do so, since you quickly discovered you’re a Banshee

Which meant you got to spend a lot of time with Lydia and befriending her, although you disliked her at first because of her attitude towards Stiles

Scott being overprotective in general, like very overprotective

Texting or calling you constantly to make sure you’re okay

It could be annoying at times, but you secretly loved it

Let’s just say that, when you got on your first date, things didn’t go that well

Apart from Scott threatening the boy, he also gave you ‘the talk’

Basically lecturing you about protection

You rolling your eyes at him

Scott and Stiles spying on you the whole time

Eventually, you called it quits quite quickly. The dude was a jerk

Scott and Stiles took you home. You ordered pizza 🍕 and watched Disney movies cuddling on the couch

So after that night, you and Stiles grew pretty close

Stiles asked Scott’s permission to take you on a date, and he happily agreed

Stiles took you to the movies, and then for ice cream. He made sure everything was perfect

Him giving you his jacket, because you were cold

Not knowing whether he should kiss you or not

He drove you home, and as you got out of his Jeep, you gave him a kiss on the chick

After a couple of dates, you were official

During pack meetings, Stiles wouldn’t just keep his hands of you. Whether it was him just holding your hand, or hugging your waist

That didn’t go unnoticed from the pack members, especially Isaac

But you were quick to cut him off

And so was Scott

Getting matching tattoos

Late night pillow talks

Scott helping you when you were feeling down

You just always knew what to do. He’d either take you bowling or cook something for you and just snuggle with you on your bed

Trusting him more than anyone

Being heartbroken when he and Stiles left for college

They’d come back home once or twice a month though

Being there when you graduated

Attending the same college as him, and sharing an apartment

Coming back to Beacon Hills after five years and start a family with Stiles

Can you do a 'dating Derek Hale would include' headcanons?

Here ya go!

Dating Derek Hale Would Include…

Him being a keeper

You being his anchor

Him protecting you at all costs

Him wanting you not to get involved in the supernatural

Him not wanting you anywhere near Peter

Working out with him

Helping him train Scott

Helping the pack anytime

Being the pack mom, actually

Eye rolls

Sarcasm

Treating his wounds

Lecturing him

Tracing his tattoo

Hot makeout sessions

Rough sex

Him being gentle as well

Forehead kisses

Constantly asking you if you’re okay

Threatening everyone to kill them if they hurt you

Him opening up to you

Bringing out his soft side

Cuddling

Sleeping on the couch curled up to him

Him always listening to your heartbeat to calm down

Dating Scott McCall Would Include...

Having a crush on him since Kindergarten

Being best friends with both him and Stiles

Melissa acting like a mother to you

Being the school’s power couple

Sitting next to each other in class

Holding hands all the time

Quick kisses during breaks

Making out during lunch in the locker rooms

Cheering for him during practice

Wearing his letterman at all his games

Heated make out sessions

Sex in the car 

Love bites everywhere

Cuddling after sex

Cooking breakfast the morning after

Showering together

Singing in the shower while washing each other’s hair

Shower sex

Dressing up in his clothes afterward

Working at the animal clinic

Him being overprotective

Him glaring at Isaac or Liam whenever they try to flirt with you

Him wanting to keep you safe

Being his anchor

Him taking your pain away whenever you get hurt

Helping him during his asthma attacks

Being inseparable

Long late night conversations while nuzzling in his chest

Motorcycle rides 

Going to the same College

Getting married 

Hiii I wanted to ask if you can do like a sexting story between hannibal and reader where they met online or are in a long distance relationship and reader is desperate for him? If you feel comfortable with that! :)

A/N: Hi!!! Sorry to keep you waiting, I'm getting to the requests one by one. I enjoyed writing this and I hope you guys will enjoy reading it. Lots of love. xxx

Warnings; Sexting!

“Why did I even decide to take on the position in the first place?!” She said complaining to her boyfriend on the phone. Hannibal sighed, “Because you’re a brilliant woman who is a professor and your skills are needed in Italy’s most prestigious university.” He reminded her which made her smile, he loved giving her compliments and she loved receiving. “Thank you darling. I just… I miss you so much.” She confessed sadly, dropping herself on the bed of her rental. Hannibal noticed the change in her voice, he wanted to just drop everything and get a ticket but he had responsibilities in Baltimore, Maryland. He had patients to attend and also he was helping the FBI. “How was your day?” She asked, due to the tme difference which was 5 hours they had different daly routines. Hannibal started to tell her about his day, As you know I had my patient Mason Verger.” She could sense that Hannibal didn’t like his patient, “He is rich so.. use him.” She commented which earned a chuckle from him. “When in doubt eat the rich.” He replied back and made her laugh. She loved hearing his calm and direct voice, she was laying on the bed, missing the one she shared with her boyfriend. “Later, I had to join a meeting at the FBI Quarters you know, there is a new serial killer.” As he was telling her his day Y/N had an idea. It had been so long since they had been together and she was desperate for him, his touch, his voice…

Her hand started to travel to her breast, squeezing and playing with it under her shirt, she hummed silently over the phone which went unnoticed by him, and then her hand travelled down to her shorts, she got rid of them quickly. “Can you give me more details honey?” She asked softly, she was the only one Hannibal shared these things with so he obliged.

Well, we know that he is a male in his middle ages, white, most likely belongs to a wealthy family.” He said, Hannibal was in his study room at home, his Ipad open and going over the details, “Why do you think so?” She asked curiously her hand went to her already dripping core. “His killings are in very luxurious and high societal places, the last one was at the opera house. He thinks he can get away with, I believe he has done this so many times and thanks to his family connections and money he didn’t get caught..” her fingers were soaked, she gently rubbed herself, she was amazed that even his voice could get her this wet and ready, she inserted a finger and couldn’t keep her mouth shut. There was a pause on Hannibal’s side, and after a few seconds of silence he spoke, “Did you just moan?” He could feel his member waking up. “What if I did?” She teased.

''You naught girl..'' he teased with a low growl, his breath sent shiver down her spine, Hannibal got excited that his beloved got aroused by talking about murder, could that mean that he could reveal his true color? Only time would tell. His hand went to his rock hard cock, rubbing himself trhough the fabric of his pants, ''Were you touching yourself like a whore when I was telling you about the recent killings?'' he asked slowly, ''Yes, yes I was..'' she admitted, ''How wet are you?'' he asked keep rubbing himself, ''Wanna see?'' she teased.

''I would love to see how wet I got you sweetheart.'' he teased back, this was the first time they had to do something like this and it was new for both of them, however, Hannibal liked the thrill of it.

Y/N sent a picture of her wet folds, ''That much.'' she said as the photo was sent. Hannibal exhaled sharply, ''Darling, you're killing me overe here.'' and he pulled down his pants and boxers to free himself, and he took a picture of his hard cock, sent it to her. ''Someone missed you.'' he said, ''I've missed both of you too.'' she said when she saw how hard he was.

''Wait..'' Hannibal said and hung up the phone which made her whine in annoyance, did he have to do something important? As she was thinkinh Hannibal FaceTimed her. She answered eagerly, ''That's better, now I can see your pretty face and pretty cunt.'' she loved it when he spoke dirty to her, to see a highly respected psyciatrist to use such words got her even wetter because she was the only one who got to experience that behind closed doors. Hannibal was hers and hers only.

She placed the phone in an angle where he could see her open legs and wet folds.

''That's my girl, touch yourself for me sweetheart.''

She complied, touching her self, ''Now insert a finger.'' he loved the way she put on a show for him. To see her wet cunt and to hear the wet sounds and her citten like whimpers made him spit on his palm and stroke himself, ''I wish I was there..'' he found himself whisper and she heard him. ''Wish you were here, touching me..'' her soft voice and wimpers made him stroke himself harder and faster, ''Insert another one.'' he ordered with a harsh and impatient tone, she followed his command. As she inserted a second finger she screamed in pleasure, ''That's it love, that's it, keep going for me..''

His encouraging words made her movements fast, they were both desperate and in need for each other that it drove them crazy.

''Hannibal..'' she moaned his name, hips moving like a snake, ''Yes sweetheart?'' he was close, ''I'm coming.'' she whimpered, she could feel the waves in her core, something was brewing and she knew she was about to gush.

''Good girl, come for me sweetheart.'' he encouraged her with his stern and yet passionate voice, ''Keep fingering that sweet spot and imagine it was me darling.''

Her eyes were closed shut, she kept pressuring that sweet spot in her which Hannibal knew like the back of his hand, he also put pressure on his tip as he stroke himself imagining the feeling of her soft and slick folds.

''Hannibal!'' she screamed as she came, the sheets under her got damp, to see that pushed Hannibal over the edge too. He came on his hand, covering it with the thick cum.

''Fuck darling,'' he panted, leaning on his chair, ''I'm getting a ticket.''

Thank you for reading. :)

Could you write for Hannibal? Maybe x fem reader who suffers from night terrors. Hannibal is her therapist who offers to watch her through the night for 'medical purposes' (letting her stay at his place) and she wakes up crying for comfort? You can add whatever you like x ty.

A/N: Hi guys! I really like the idea of this request so thank you. I really love writing about Hannibal, I feel like I'm carrying the dead fandom like Sam is carrying Frodo lol ❤️

Warnings: Mention of killing.

‘’Do you think this will work?’’ you asked looking up at his dark eyes,  his hands were in his pockets, he had a small smile, ‘’Haven’t I proven myself as your psychiatrist so many times?’’ he asked and leaned to get your bags, how he wished to be more than your psychiatrist…

‘’Please, come in.’’ he moved away from the front door and let you in. The entire house’s floors were dark wood, the entrance halls had dark red wall paper, you hanged your coat on the hanger and closed the door behind you. He led you upstairs to your new room, It was the opposite of his room, the guest room had a queen sized bed, and its own bathroom, the window looked at his backyard. He placed the bags on the floor near the wardrobe, ‘’I’ll leave you to it. I’ll make us lunch, it is my off day today so I can explain my plan for your condition in full detail.’’ He smiled again and left you alone, he was cheerier than usual which made you startled. You had been seeing Doctor Hannibal Lecter for the past five months, every week. You were suffering from night terrors and thanks to his methods you were healing, however these past few weeks were trying you. One call from your father and you started to had the terrors again. Of course you haven’t mentioned this to him, just said that you have been having trouble of sleeping.

Once you settled you went downstairs to the kitchen, a soft classical music was playing through his small speakers on the wall, he was making sandwiches, humming to the tune. As he turned he saw you, ‘’Oh, there you are. I’m almost done.’’

‘’Need any help?’’ you asked eagerly, he stopped for a second, ‘’You can make coffee for us.’’ Seeing him so domestic was something you had imagined for so many times and now you could experience it first hand, he was so comfortable in his own environment, ‘’Of course.’’

Together you worked in harmony, once you were both finished you sat on the counter by the bar stools, enjoying each others’ company.

‘’So,’’ he began, ‘’My door is the opposite of yours so I can hear you if you have terrors, I’ll immediately come to your aid, be sure of that, however..’’ he paused, making you alert, you already felt like burden. ‘’I want you to be honest with me Y/N,’’ his eyes searching for something on your face. ‘’You didn’t have terrors for a long time. Why recently?’’

He crossed his arms, leaning on the counter. ‘’No reason.’’ You  smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes, ‘’Y/N..’’ he sighed, looking stern, one could see the dominant aura he had, you leaned back, there was no tricking him, he was a psychiatrist after all. ‘’It’s just,’’ you began, took a sip from your coffee, suddenly you had no taste. ‘’My father called few weeks ago.’’

Hannibal knew the situation with you and your father. He was an abuser and he was the reason why your mother died, although the police couldn’t find enough evidence so he didn’t get life in prison but only 10 years.

‘’What did he say?’’ he asked curious, if that man was outside Hannibal would’ve already taken care of him but he was behind bars.

‘’He said that they were going to release him in a few weeks and he wants to see him. I hung up immediately.’’

‘’I understand.’’

Hannibal’s mind was secretly making a plan for your father. His day had already come.

First week went smoothly, no incident happened and they grew closer with each day. Every morning you woke up earlier than him and started breakfast, first day he said you didn’t have to but you said you liked cooking for people that you cared about, after breakfast you sent him off to his work, it became like a ritual, you would walk to the door with him and wave at him as he got into his car, he would honk for one time before he disappears.

Hannibal was at his office, Will came for a visit to talk about a recent case. As they were talking and having a glass of wine Hannibal got a text from you, he unlocked his phone to see it; ‘’Hey, can you get some cheese on your way home? See you soon. ❤’’

Will looked at Hannibal for a second, ‘’Are you smiling at your phone?’’ his question brought Hannibal back to reality, yes he was smiling. ‘’It’s Y/N.’’ he simply replied, Will was his most trusted friend so he knew some things about you but of course he didn’t know that you were currently living with him.

Later, he got some cheese and headed home, before living with her Hannibal never looked forward to go home, now he had a reason.

‘’I’m home.’’ He exclaimed as he walked in, he could hear your voice, yelling over the phone and he cautiously approached to the living room, your back was turned to him and you were shaking. ‘’How dare you contacting me after what you did?! Never call me again or I swear to god I’ll hire a man to kill you!’’ and you hung up, your last sentence piqued his interest and got him excited but he had to think about it later, now you were on the floor shaking. He ran to you, ‘’I’m here sweet heart,’’ he hugged you, smelling his cologne made you somewhat feel safer than usual but you couldn’t control your body, ‘’Shh, I got you.’’

As he hugged you on the floor and kissed your head his mind was already making a plan to kill your father. You had wished for a man to kill him and your wish is granted.

Thank you for reading. :)

Hello there,

Just an idea while your requests are still open. What about a Hannibal x reader fic / oneshot where Hannibal is at an event or mutual friends party, and one of the guests has some sort of medical emergency. So, the reader (being a doctor herself) takes the initiative to take control of the situation to help the guest. Like she's telling people to make space, she's pointing to a guy telling him to call the ambulance, she's doing chest compressions, all in some sparkling sleek gown. Could Hannibal help? Yes. Did he? No. He'd rather watch unless he gets asked by the woman herself for help (like the egotistical bastard he is), or he could swoop in to assist her without asking simply to impress her?

Deeply intrigued by the readers' audacity and clear intelligence, Hannibal makes a move to properly introduce himself once the guest has been whisked away by the ambulance and the party continues on (or is cancelled, depends on you).

Idk I think it would be cute to see how Hannibal would flex his medical jargon (since he was a surgeon before he became a psychiatrist) and all that shit. Not to mention, he'd 100% use her patients as a way to get to know her deeper.

Thank you

A/N: Hi bestie! Thank you so much for the request. Sorry for any mistakes since English isn’t my first language. Enjoy!

The evening party was going smoothly. It was her first time attending a fancy dinner party where all the guests were accomplished individuals who were from high society. As she entered the house of her colleague who was the head of the hospital she worked for ahe felt a bit “little” compared to her surroundings. These people here were actual doctors, psychiatrists or psychologists, deans of universities etc. but she was also proud of her job, even though it could be hectic all the time.

She was working at the state hospital, the emergency wing. She was assigned there 2 years ago, since she was single and her family living in another country she dedicated her life to help people in need. She took shift after shift. Even in her off day she was ready to go and be helpful.

“Ah! Y/n!” She heard Dr. Chilton’s joyful voice, that man was always energetic all the time. She smiled at his group of friends and approached in her long, dark purple and shimmery dress. “This is Y/n Y/l/n from our hospital.” He introduced her to his group of 4. Others kindly smiled and introduced themselves one by one, at last a tall man with deep maroon eyes extended his hand, “Dr. Hannibal Lecter, pleasure to mee you Ms. Y/l/n.” He had an accent if one listened closely could tell. She wanted to ask where he was from originally but thought it would be rude, “Pleasure is all mine Dr. Lecter, I’ve heard so much about your studies on criminal psychology.” He was popular in Baltimore, Maryland. Chilton often mentioned him and it made her read Lecter’s work. “Oh really?” He asked in bafflement, to be honest he didn’t think someone from the emergency wing would be interested in his work. “Yes. Your last paper on The Chesapeake Ripper was very educational and thrilling at the same time.” She said, she could feel herself getting excited about it, “I, I took criminal psychology lessons for extra credit when I was at college.” She wanted to give a short explanation. Her eyes burning bright which didn’t go unnoticed by Hannibal. Before he could comment on it they heard a woman’s cry for help on the other room and Y/n rushed for aid. The poor woman’s husband was on the floor, “Clear the area. Let him breath.” She started to give orders. She knelt, not knowing a certain gentleman who used to be a surgen before becoming a psychiatrist was observing her, his heart besting fast.

She opened the man’s shirt and got rid of the tie, “Someone call 911.” She ordered and Chilton immediately got his phone. She was giving him, Hannibal exhaled and finished his drink, put the empty wine glass on the near desk. He rolled up his sleeves and knelt next to her, “Need a hand?” He said charismatically and winked at her, she was startled at first, but let him help her.

Soon the ambulance came and took the patient. Guests started to thank her and praise her for being calm and calculated. An old woman approached her, “You and Hannibal would be a perfect team, he was a surgeon before, you know.”

She didn’t know that, her eyes looked for him in the room, the panic was gone and guests were calm now. Hannibal was talking to someone and noticed her looking for him, he smiled and winked at her. Hannibal knew he will be seeing her more often.

Thank you for reading. (:

Hello

Could I request something with Professor Hannibal where reader is a perfectionist (like Nina in Black Swan the idea as inspired by that movie)and she stresses a lot even though she is the best student in class and loves to hear praise from Hannibal. I have a just an overview perhaps you could add something like her essay was really good.

I hope you consider the idea ♥️

A/N: Thank you so much for the request. Sorry for any typos, English isn't my first language. Enjoy.

She was running to the lecture after her pilates class in the morning. She loved being active in this life so she had pilates and yoga lessons in the mornings and then she was running to the college of Baltimore, Maryland. This time she was going to be late because she chatted with one of the trainers as she was getting ready in the locker room. She always brought her clothes with her so after her work out she would take a shower, get dressed more formally. She liked being fashionable and always looking put together, she was a bit perfections which made her life a bit hard at times but she thrived on success.

Her high heeled boots made a strong sound on the corridors of the halls, she was marching to his office.. Professor Hannibal Lecter… today he mailed all of his students saying that he graded the essay they had sent and he would like to have private discussion with them, it wasn’t mandatory because it was close to Christmas time and most of the students wanted to visit families, she wasn’t in good terms with her family so she decided to stay with her roommate. She had rented a place after her first year and thankfully she found a nice roommate who became like a sister to her over the years. It was her 3rd year and she kept getting good grades, until today. The essay she had sent was perfect in her opinion but she got B…

She read the essay over and over again, it was on criminal psychology, more specifically on serial killers.

When she reached to his office’s door she noticed how nervous she was. She took a deep breath and exhaled and then knocked on the door and heard his name, ‘’Come in.’’ his demanding voice was heard. She had never felt like this with any of her professors before…

She walked in, Hannibal knew it was her because none of his students wore high heels,, he could smell her perfume when she waited outside of his door, it drove him crazy. He growled when he smelled her scent, vanilla and something sweet, it made his mouth water. Hannibal Lecter was aware of his animalistic instincts ever since he was a young boy. He knew that he was different from others, he considered himself a higher human, like the German’s Übermensch idea and he knew how to control himself. Like a ballet he had total control of his body but after meeting her…. He had a little bit of difficulty controlling his body and mind at the same time. She entered with a kind smile, which made it hard for him to adjust his pants.

‘’Hello Professor.’’ She greeted him, he stood up to meet her, he didn’t do that to the other students, with two steps he was in front of her, he took the hand she extended and held it in his hands, her hands were cold, the top of her nose was pink, she looked adorable.

‘’Please, come in.’’

She sat on the couch, he closed the door and stood still for a second, he looked at his desk and then the empty spot next to her on the couch and decided to sit next to her. ‘’I knew you would come to talk about your essay.’’ He began, she was taking her coat, she had a long black dress, a golden necklace adorned her neck, her make-up was simple yet elegant.

‘’Can we overlook my essay in detail, because I would like to see the parts where I lost points.’’ He was aware how driven she was, it was a good quality to have but sometimes she burnt herself out.  He brought his laptop to show her the places.

‘’Do not fret Y/N, I know you have been studying very hard and you’ll pass all of your lessons. You’re a smart girl.’’

He loved to give her praises because she blushed red, even though she deserved all of the praises and everything the world had to offer…

‘’Thank you so much prof-‘’ he placed his hand on her knee gently, ‘’Please Y/N, we talked about this before. In private call me Hannibal. I insist.’’ This conversation opened up few months ago and she agreed to it.

‘’Hannibal, thank you so much.. I just want to achieve everything I set my mind to and getting a B made me realize that I should work harder.’’ She confessed, shrugging her shoulders. ‘’You are already doing the hard work Y/N. You’re a strong woman with an amazing mind. I know for a fact that,’’ he patted her knee gently, ‘’you’re going to get whatever you wish and desire.’’

His encouraging words made her heart flutter in hope, hope for a better future and deep down, she would like for him to have  a spot in her future. His maroon eyes were soft whenever he looked at her, he could feel it. There was a connection begging to go deeper, ‘’Thank you so much for your time Hannibal. Next time I’m going to ace the essay.’’ She smiled and got to her feet, she was about to leave when he held her arm, it was firmer than expected. ‘’If you have time,’’ he began his sentence, she turned to him, feeling his hand on her arm made her feel some sort of comfort, ‘’I would love to have you over for dinner. Tonight.’’ This sudden offer made her blush, she was aware of his dinner parties, he was famous for it and he often invited other profs and colleagues. ‘’Yes, I would gladly come.’’ She responded, trying hard to hide her excitement. ‘’Let me close the office and  then we can leave.’’

Hannibal was thrilled, he was going to have her all for himself tonight.

Thank you for reading. :)

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, I've read through your works and I really really like them so I was wondering if you'd be comfortable making me a really self indulgent fic. So I don't know if you making fics involving female Hannibal character × female reader (I really hope you do) but uh, could you make me a one shot fic involving bedelia du maurier × female (masc presenting) reader? (pronouns : she /her)

I kind of have an idea in my mind regarding this, uh basically Hannibal has left bedelia in Italy to go do his shit, and they're no more pretending to be Mr and Mrs fell. And idk, bedelia goes to some sort of a masked ball to get her spirits up, and she meets our reader and they talk and flirt and jsjsjs, idk I'll leave the rest upto you.

— S.

A/N: Thank you for the request i really enjoyed writing it. Xxx

“You look nice!” Y/n heard her roommate say when she saw Y/n. “You think?” She said as she looked at her reflection, she was wearing a nice 3 piece suit with a silver watch on her left wrist and a silver chain on her slender neck. Her short hair sleek back, “Of course, look at yourself! You’re a chick magnet!” She blushed when she heard her friend say, they’ve been roommates for a year and became good friends over the months. Y/n’s friend, Victoria had some connections and now they were going to a ball. It was a masked ball so she choose a black mask which covered half of her face, her mouth and chin could be seen, “Let’s go.” Her friend said and they left their apartment. Her friend drove them to a castle where the masked ball took place. The drive took an hour, it was by the shore, the sea gave a certain type of serenity to the night. The luxurious cars were parked, they were escorted inside by the staff who had black and white suits, they also had masks. It wasn’t Y/n’s usual environment so she felt a bit worried and uneasy but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity so she took few breaths and followed her friend.

“We need a drink, I’ll be back.” Her friend said and left here in the middle of the crowd. She observed her surroundings, large chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, lit candles everywhere, people in masks and beautiful outfits around her, she could feel the magic of the night, “Care for a drink?” She heard a woman’s soft voice and when she turned she saw her. A blonde and slender woman had two drinks in her hands and extending one of them to Y/n. “I would love to.” She replied and took the glass, it was champagne, she toom a sip and looked at her up and down, “Damn.” Y/n said, “Tastes as good as the woman before me.” And earned a chuckle from the mysterious woman, her blue eyes watching Y/n intently. “Bedelia Du Maurier” she extended her hand, “Y/n Y/l/n” she took her hand and instead of a shake Y/n kissed the back of her hand. “Too young to be a gentle woman but at least you have your manners.” Bedelia said sarcastically, “I can show you other things If you wish..” Y/n replied, taking another sip from the drink. “And confident? I’m ona treat tonight.”

Y/n laughed at her comment, Bedelia was her type. Tall, blonde and mature. Her long red dress had a cleavage that cut deep and Y/n’s eyes kept going to there. “Like what you see Y/n?” Her sarcastic and flirty comment made Y/n blush but she took a step towards this beautiful creature, “Yes,” she leaned in to her ear, “I like what I see and when I like what I see I have to get it. One way or another.” And then took a step away to see Bedelia’s expression, even though she had a red mask Y/n could see a smirk. Bedelia held her hand and said “Follow me.” Seductively and without a doubt Y/n followed her to the stairs which led to the basement.

The basement was full of old wine collections, the walls had yellow dim lights, “You come here often?” Y/n joked as Bedelia closed the wooden door behind them and led her inside. “No.” Bedelia replied flatly.

Y/n toom advantage of the silence and gently pushed Bedelia against the wall, Bedelia was between her hands, “I’m here,” with one of her hand she removed Bedelia’s mask and saw a divine creature under it. “A pretty one.” She said and smirked like a know-it-all. Bedelia reached to remove Y/n’s mask and smiled flirtatiously, “Hmm, handsome one.”

Y/n liked the banter between them and leaned in for a kiss.

Thank you for reading. :)

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.

Okay I just had an amazing idea! Imagine reader as Hannibals patient and both of them meeting in an online portal similar to tattle crime where you can chat privately, they start talki g and develop like a relationship but for the sake of their identities they keep their real names out of the chat when one day the reader texts hannibal that they're at the psychiatrists office with a picture of the floor attatched, Hannibal obviously realizes its the floor of the waiting room, during the session he acts like nothing happened but at the end of their session hannibal adresses the reader by their username. The rest is up to you!

A/N: Hi, thank you for this request I really loved the idea. I changed it a bit because we all know that Hannibal would never leave anything to chance, of course he is gonna stalk you babe ;)

Warnings: Stalking.

Words: 1.442K

It was late in the evening, Baltimore’s  cold weather made you stay under your fuzzy blankets with a hot cup of tea. Your laptop on your lap, you logged onto your account in Tattle Crime. It was a blog about your city’s newest crimes, recently you have been on that blog a lot, there was a serial killer on the loose, people were wither sharing info or commenting about the gruesome  murders. Everyone was talking about the ‘’Chesapeake Ripper’’ you’ve always been interested in serial killer’s mindsets so Tattle Crime was a useful blog on that to feed your curiosity, how you were oblivious to what’s to come…

You read some articles which compares the Chesapeake Ripper to other serial killers and you left a comment under it, saying that comparing is false, because he is something we have never seen before etc. It was your honest opinion, his killings and presentation of the bodies were more meticulously sophisticated. You referred to the killer as ‘’him’’ due to the fact that most serial killers were male.

You opened a new tab and surfed on the internet, you were watching your favorite old Hollywood movie when you had a notification from Tattle Crime. The blog had dm box so that users could communicate which you never used before but someone sent you a text. The user didn’t have their name, their handle was ‘’Botticeli’’ the last name of the famous painter, Sandor Botticelli, your handle was ‘’Hekate’’ the witch goddess. You didn’t like putting your real name out there and appearently so did the person who messaged you.

‘’I am interested in your thoughts regarding the Chesapeake Ripper, I would love to hear more if that is convenient for you.’’

It was strange but you loved to chat about your favorite topics, since you weren’t busy you decided to text back.

‘’Hello, of course. I would love to chat about him, he is such an enigma.’’ You sent and waited, for some reason your hands went cold, you had a strange sensation in your stomach.

You had messaged a stranger online for 4 hours, the conversation was vibrant and it was obvious that the guy you were texting was knowledgeable, you learned that he was a 40 year old man, living in Baltimore, you told him your age, you were at university, you and him respected each others’ private life so not much info were exchanged other than nice conversation about art, literature and murder. Later you said your good nights and you turned off your laptop and went to bed straight, you had morning classes.

It was snowing, you had dark circles under your eyes but you made effort in your appearance, you wore a nice winter dress with long boots, hair tied and a light make up to cover the tiredness. In the mean time Doctor Hannibal Lecter was on his office, getting ready for his patient. He was facing his laptop’s screen, on the screen he had information you, thanks to his work with the FBI he had privileged access to get peoples info. He learned your address, university, your Instagram, everything. He decided to message you again.

You were at the cafeteria, eating and looking at your notes when you got a notification, the stranger you had a nice conversation with last night messaged you again. ‘’I apologies for keeping you up so late last night, I hope you had some sleep, good morning.’’

You couldn’t help but smile, he was formal yet you could sense some kind of kindness and concern.

‘’Hey, no need to apologies. I enjoyed our conversation last night. Morning!’’

For days you messaged back and forth, everyday without being to open, he told you his day, and you told him about your day, over the days you learned his habits, he was an early bird, loved to read and keep his mind busy, he also mentioned the dinner parties he throws every once in a while. You were intrigued, but kept your cool.

After a month you were having mental problems, your assignments were too much and you had some problems from your past, ever since you mentioned your problems he was being more kinder than usual, he was giving you affirmations such as;

‘’You are a smart girl, you can do it.’’

‘’I believe in your abilities.’’

You liked the way he talked to you. Neither of you asked for a phone number or even an email address which felt safe.

One day he suggested that you should see a psychiatrist, since he had access to your university he could see your grades and they were dropping and he didn’t like that. He wanted you to succeed.

He sent you a list of psychiatrists and made some recommendations, you were falling into his trap and he was enjoying it, he wanted to see you and this was the opportunity. You said you would think about it and in order to give you some time he said it was okay.

When you had a melt down while studying you decided to think about Botticelli’s list of psychiatrist and you sent a mail to the Doctor writing that you needed an urgent session, thankfully Doctor Lecter replied quickly, you were too busy to notice how odd it was to reply to you in a minute. He wrote that tomorrow at 6 would be convenient for him, it was convenient for you too because your classes end at 5 pm. Of course he knew that and you would be his last patient of the day.

After your classes you got on the bus and went to the Doctor’s office. You clung to your long coat and walked into the building, the warmth welcomed you, there was a desk but no secretary was in the view, you knocked on the grey door and waited, your heart beating at a rapid speed.

A tall man opened the door, his three piece suit made him look intimidating, he was standing proud and tall.

‘’Miss Y/L/N I presume?’’ he questioned, his maroon eyes scanning you, he was really good at hiding his excitement, there you were, the woman he had been messaging over a month was standing right before him. ‘’Dr. Lecter, it’s a pleasure to meet you.’’ You extended your hand and he gladly took it, he noticed how soft your hands were, there was a certain feeling in his chest, ‘’Please come in.’’

His office was grand, the fire place was lit which gave the room a cozy feeling and yet it resembled the museum, formal. You sat on the leather armchair and he sat opposite with his leather notebook and silver pen. He started the conversation, as he was speaking he made notes of her manners and behavior, you had a simple jeans and a black top, even though your outfit was normal Hannibal found you elegant like a swan.

During your session you had a feeling as if you have met him before, he was kind but his voice and his demeanor made you think before you speak, thankfully he made you comfortable by talking art and literature, his replies sounded familiar, you thought as if you were talking to your new online friend.

‘’Dr. Lecter, I must say I’m here because one of my friends recommended you to me.’’ You confessed, ‘’Oh, did your friend ever came to me before for a session?’’ he asked looking curious as if he wasn’t about to reveal himself to you.

‘’No, I mean I’m not sure, he is an online friend so..’’ you replied shortly, looking around.

‘’Oh really, Hekate?’’

You froze, did he just addressed you by your username on Tattle Crime?

‘’I-I’m sorry..?’’ you stuttered, you must have heard it wrong.

He placed the notebook and pen on the nearby table and stood up, fixing his clothes he came up to you, you had to look up, he extended his hand to you, ‘’Botticelli,’’ he said, ‘’Nice to finally meet you in person, I must say, I didn’t expect such a beauty, your intellect matches your divine face.’’

Your first reaction was to get up and run to the door, it was locked.

You turned to face him, his hands in his pockets, he was smiling ear to ear, ‘’You wound me Hekate, I thought you liked me.’’ he started to walk to you, your back pressed to the locked door, he stood before you, one of his hands found your heated cheek, with the back of his hand he caressed it gently, ‘’Do not be afraid, all I want is for you to be mine.’’

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. :)

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

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

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

-♡🌸

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love Thy Enemy

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

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

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Warnings; Baron being a weirdo.

Words; 3.584K

Chapter Five ''A Delicious Meal''

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

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

His mind wandered to a distant memory…

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

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

Time to impress.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’Shall we sleep?’’

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Love Thy Enemy

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

A/N; Hi my little doves, I've missed you, I'm in love with my work lol I really enjoy writing this series so don't forget to share your thoughts with me. Don't worry, there will be SMUT in the future chapters. Sorry for any typos English isn't my first language.

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Warnings; Violence. Angst. Enemies to lovers. Female Bene Gesserit Reader x Feyd-Rautha,reader is reffered to as she/her.

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Chapter Four- ‘’Misery Begins’’

Giedi Prime, House Harkonenn

The air felt heavy in her lungs, the planet was orbiting a black sun, thus, everything outside looked black and white, no wonder these people were raised like animals, planet’s harsh conditions shaped their characteristics. The second she stepped out of the ship she hated every single thing but kept a firm stance.

Now she was settling in the guest quarters, the wedding was to be in 7 days and thankfully Harkonnen traditions says that they, under any circumstance, cannot stay in the same room.

Y/N had few of her personal maids and the rest was Harkonnen servants, all dressed in black with bald heads and pale, thin figures. Y/N noticed the looks she got from them, an outsider…

Inside the fortress one could see colors yet Harkonenns choose to keep it simple, her chambers consisted of a bedroom,  a small living room, and bathroom. Without a word she moved to the velvet armchair which was facing outside, she didn’t want to engage in any conversation with anyone, ‘’Prepare my bath.’’ She ordered without looking at any of them and then moved to the desk in her bedroom to write a letter to her family saying that she landed on the planet safely and everything was fine of course she knew that every letter she would sent was going to be read by Feyd-Rautha’s most trusted politicians, maybe even by himself so she kept the letter short. ‘’Send this to my family.’’ She gave the metal, thin device which was the letter to a servant, ‘’Yes my Lady.’’

After her bath which consisted of warm water and bath oils she brought from home, she smelled fresh and felt better. She was on her desk reading when her door was knocked, ‘’Yes?’’

A servant girl entered, she looked sickly pale and thin, her eyes on the floor, her hands interlaced on her thin stomach, ‘’Na-Baron wishes to dine with you my Lady.’’ It wasn’t a wish, it was an order. ‘’The trip have made me exhausted, please tell Na-Baron that I desire to rest.’’

She noticed the girl’s change of body language, her eyes rose to look at her ladyship pleadingly.  Y/N kindly smiled at the girl, oblivious to what was going to happen, she dismissed the servant girl.

The black sun of Giedi Prime shone bright just like the day before, Y/N decided to do some reading, learn more about the planet’s ecosystem. She had a light breakfast, the air still stingy in her lungs, she didn’t have much appetite.

Y/N Atreides was on her desk, taking notes and reading and her door knocked, ‘’Come in.’’ she was focused on the old books, ‘’My Lady.’’

‘’Yes?’’ she turned to face a man, he was a guard in his dark uniform. ‘’Na-Baron has a gift for you. He insists that you should open it after I am dismissed.’’ A strange request but what wasn’t strange about him anyways?!

Y/N couldn’t read the guard’s expression, his face was a blank slate, however he look more pale than usual skin color, was he ill? ‘’Thank you, place the box on the floor and you may be dismissed.’’ He did what he was told. She stood up and approached to the metal box, there was a strong smell of iron coming from it, it appeared there was no lock, no writings. Just in case, she placed the portable force field on her hand, activated it and tested it, working just fine.

Her hand went to open the metal box and her first reaction was to scream in terror, and her second reaction was to run to her bathroom and throw up her breakfast, shaking uncontrollably, on her knees like a wild animal.

Y/N Atreides didn’t know how many minutes or decades she had spent in that position, finally one of her old maids came for her rescue. ‘’My Lady…’’ she was an old woman with white hair and motherly touch, ‘’It’s okay now..’’ she was rubbing Y/N’s back gently and whispering kind words.  ‘’Is it-‘’ she sobbed, ‘’is it gone?’’

‘’I took care of it my Lady.’’ She helped Y/N stand up and leave the bathroom. The metal box which had the servant girl’s head was gone and yet she could feel her eyes watching her every move. She threw the shield on her hand and marched out of her chambers. There was a solider guarding her chambers, ‘’Where is Na-Baron?’’ she asked trying to control her tone. ‘’He has a meeting with Baron Vladimir and Glossu Rabban.’’

‘’Take me to him.’’ She said, could feel the anger on her chest, so hefty. ‘’But my Lady-‘’

‘’Take me to him.’’ She used the voice on him, the guard, without a word started to guide her to the meeting room. The corridors of the fortress were mostly black, some grey and white here and there, there were guards on watch duties, servants cleaning or carrying stuff. It was so different than the environment she grew up in, in Caladan or Emperor’s planet was vivid and thriving, here it was just… lifeless. She cursed her fate.

There were two guards on the doors of the meeting room, ‘’Open.’’ She used the voice again and the doors were opened slowly, Baron Vladimir was sitting on a metal chair which was placed on marble steps, towering over Glossu Rabban and Feyd-Rautha who were standing and looking up at him, listening to him as if their lives depend on it.. well.. they weren’t wrong. Baron was surprised to see her. ‘’Lady Y/N!’’ he announced which made the boys look at her direction but she refused to look at them, her focus was on Baron. ‘’What a lovely surprise, I hope you quarters to your liking.’’ Y/N bowed in courtesy, ‘’Thank you my Baron, you are the most generous.’’ She had to control her anger and she was doing a good job, keeping things formal. She had to be respectful to the family otherwise her position let alone her life would be at stake, she remembered Feyd’s words; ‘’Try to humiliate me again and see what happens, little dove.’’ The room was barren with only a long marble table and chairs, the curtains were closed and white glowglobes lighting the room, no carpets, no ornaments. ‘’What do we owe the pleasure of your visit?’’ he asked, she could see he was trying to understand her moves. ‘’I must speak with Na-Baron. It is urgent.’’ Finally she turned to face him, even though he was standing far away she could see his body reacting to her words, he was alert and an animalistic shine on his eyes. ‘’Feyd, please escort your wife-to-be to a more secluded area and discuss.’’ His uncle said and Feyd bowed to him quickly, ‘’Yes uncle.’’ And then he turned to her, marching like a soldier, he held her arm and escorted her out of the room, his grip was tight, he made her follow him. Since there were guards and servants everywhere she didn’t dare to utter a word.

Y/N had no idea where they were going, the fortress was a maze and every corridor looked similar. They reached a door, Feyd dismissed the guards and opened the heavy black door. Quite frankly he threw her inside, before she got a chance to look around she spit her venom. ‘’What is wrong with you?!’’ Feyd looked puzzled, ‘’Did you really beheaded that girl just because I refused to dine with you?!’’ she could feel her whole body shake in anger, being in his presence disturbed her equilibrium. ‘’Oh, that.’’ He remembered, his behavior made it worse for her. ‘’Yes, that!’’ He didn’t close the space between them, his hands behind his back. ‘’Did I upset you, little dove?’’ was he mocking her? ‘’Upset?!’’ Y/N couldn’t believe her ears, what happened to that sweet boy she met years ago?

He started to move towards her like a predator, he was much taller than her, towering above her she had to look up to meet his icy blue orbits. Years had turned him into a killing machine, what a shame. She hoped to see remorse in those beautiful eyes but found nothing. Back of his hand found her heated cheek, touching ever so gently, it made one wonder how could he behead an innocent girl and then touch his wife-to-be like a tender lover. ‘’This is what happens when you reject my orders.’’ His voice calm and collective. ‘’I hate you!’’ and she pushed his chest but had no impact so she moved away from his aura. That’s when she noticed that they were in his quarters of the fortress, she remembered the fact that he dismissed the guards, no one to help her if things were to took a turn. ‘’You hate me?’’ he asked, still calm. ‘’What else… do you also fear me?’’

‘’No.’’ she simply answered. His none existent eyebrows rose, his pupils dilated ever so slightly, she noticed how still he was, like a statue. His nostrils flared with a passion she could not placed.

‘’No? So you don’t fear me.’’ He repeated back, folding his arms, he wasn’t angry, only curious. ‘’Not at all?’’

‘’You aren’t allowed to hurt me.’’ Her voice higher than his.

‘’Not allowed?’’ he tilted his head, his voice low and husky, ‘’and how can you be so certain of such?’’ a slight smile pulled at his plump lips, ‘’What makes you so confident in that?’’ he knew his own intentions but he was curios of what went on within her pretty head. There was a certain aura about Y/N that intrigued Feyd, he was watching, listening and studying her.

‘’Let me go back to my home.’’ She whispered, even she didn’t believe herself but that was her intention, to go back and ride her horse, walk in the lush gardens, laugh with her other Bene Gesserit friends. ‘’You assume you have the final word where you go.’’ He chuckled, his voice lower than before. ‘’I decide where you go.’’ His gaze grew sharp like an animal, ‘’I decide what you do. And what I decide..’’ Feyd laughed again, ‘’You’re going to obey.’’

‘’I had a life before you took me, I had a family and friends and, and..’’ she could feel her eyes getting blurry, ‘’And?’’ he insisted, ‘’I had a partner, a lover, and you scared him away!’’ she was practically yelling at this point, female rage taking over her body. ‘’A lover? Don’t make me laugh little girl. If he was so in love with you-‘’ he opened his arms looking around, ‘’where is he? Why isn’t he here defending your honor and saving you from me?!’’ with the mention of Y/N’a former partner Pyramus, Feyd-Rautha wasn’t so calm anymore, he could feel rage rising in his body.  

‘’Because of you! You scared him and he ran! Otherwise he would be here-‘’

‘’Don’t be that stupid Y/N! He wasn’t so scared when I offered him a deal.’’

And with that Y/N was confused, ‘’What deal?’’

Feyd-Rautha was pacing in the room in anger, he couldn’t believe she was still ‘’in love’’ with that low life, waste of space. ‘’I offered him a supply of spice which will outlive him and his children and his children’s children. A generation wealth so to speak.’’

Y/N was shaking her head in rejection, her gaze focused on the floor, ‘’No, no,’’ she whispered, not believing what Feyd was suggesting. ‘’Yes Y/N! Your lover didn’t hesitate a second and took the deal.’’

‘’Then why did he try to escape with me?!’’ she yelled in pain, her heart was torn into pieces, ‘’I wanted you to see how pathetic he was and I staged it.’’ Feyd’s chest heaving with anger and he was so passionate to prove her he was right, he turned to go to the next room and brought back a metal device, he opened it, ‘’Here, he signed the deal.’’ She took it and saw the spice deal written on it, millions of gallons.. and Pyramus’ signature at the bottom…

Feyd grabbed the metal device and threw it on the couch near him, ‘’Not going to lie, you weren’t cheap.’’ And she slapped him.

Feyd-Rautha was slapped by a woman for the first time in his life, he froze for a second, shocked to see how bold she could be. He was even turned on a bit. With both of his hands he grabbed her delicate shoulders tightly, he was much stronger than her. ‘’LET GO OF ME-‘’

Feyd-Rautha didn’t care what she wanted, ‘’I might hurt you physically Y/N, but I would never do that to you. I would never sell what’s mine for something else. Do you hear me?!’’ his voice was rough and irritated her ears, her body was in shock and her shoulders hurting her. ‘’I would never leave what’s mine behind and walk away, I am a man, see me as a man not that little boy you met years ago!’’

Was that a love confession, no it couldn’t be.. someone like Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen couldn’t possibly feel something so pure and innocent, or was it just being possessive and showing her that her life was in his hands till death do them apart. The stress overcame her body, her vision was getting darker and the last thing she saw was Feyd’s pretty eyes.

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Love Thy Enemy

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

A/N; Hi babies! I hope you're doing amazing! I love writing this story i feel alive after months of depression lol. Don't worry, there will be SMUT in the future chapters. Sorry for any typos English isn't my first language.

TAG LIST IS OPEN! (Text me if i forgot to tag you little doves 🕊️ ♥️)

Warnings; None.. Female Bene Gesserit Reader x Feyd-Rautha, enemies to lovers! reader is reffered to as she/her.

Words; 2.291K

Chapter 4

Chapter Three – ''Caught in the Web''

The throne room was spinning under her feet, she felt the sudden rush of hot air on her body. No one dared to speak, one could hear the birds outside singing in harmony. Y/N’s alerted eyes found Pyramus, he seemed in shock and quietly left the throne room. Y/N looked at her parents pleadingly, Leto’s brown eyes were fixed on the Emperor, Jessica had a victorious smile and it dawned on her.

This was planned.

 ‘’Rise young warrior.’’ Shaddam’s voice was heard. ‘’Do parents of Lady Y/N object to this offer?’’

Entire room held its breath. ‘’No, Emperor.’’  Leto answered on the behalf of his house, it broke Y/N’s heart into million pieces. ‘’Not here.’’ she whispered to herself, she couldn’t burst into tears in front of important people and show weakness.

‘’So it is done. Paul Atreides shall take my daughter as wife and you, young warrior Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen shall take Lady Y/N Atreides as your wife.’’ And the crowd went into hypnotic frenzy.

The following hours went blurry, Y/N was taken to chamber to another…

At last, she was in her family’s quarters, she waited for servants to leave them alone. The door closed and a thick silence fell like a dark cloud, hovering over the House Atreides.

‘’How could you?!’’ she yelled, stood up to her feet, her skirts swirling, her face showed nothing but anger, she was a lioness. ‘’How could I refuse the Emperor?!’’ Leto yelled back, he felt powerless like the exact time when Emperor Shaddam demanded his beloved baby daughter to accompany Princes Irulan. Again, someone else was going to take her from him. ‘’Wake up father! This isn’t the Emperor. This is Bene Gesserit’s doing. It has been all along.’’

Leto turned to face Jessica who averted her gaze, she looked guilty of a crime she didn’t commit yet she had her fingers in it. ‘’You?!’’ He didn’t want to believe but she was right. Jessica’s blue eyes couldn’t face her beloved. Paul knew that his parents needed to talk in private so he gently held his older sister’s arm. ‘’let’s go to the gardens.’’ He knew that would calm her.

Y/N stormed odd to the halls of the palace and with Paul they walked to the lush gardens. Gardens of House Corriono were always well maintained and aesthetically pleasing with colors and scent. She had to take deep breaths and pray in silence;

 ‘’I must not fear.

Fear is the mind-killer.

Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear.’’

Paul was standing there hands in his pockets, counting his blessings.

‘’Y/N’’ he called softly, ‘’What?!’’ she was about to take her anger out on him, ‘’Do not give me that look Paul. You and Irulan and that.. that Bal headed beast are the ones who profit from this arrangement but me!’’ she tried to keep her voice low, servants and spies could be anywhere. ‘’You can manipulate him, Y/N, remember our training.’’ Paul was making sense but Y/N was too furious to hear .

‘’Y/N…’’ a soft voice called out, they turned to face the owner, ‘’Pyramus..’’ she breathed out, a brief silence fell, his dark brown eyes found hers, ‘’I shall take my leave.’’ Paul announced and left them be.

Two lovers embraced, she started to cry in agony, ‘’What are we going to do now?!’’ her voice desperate, rebelling against her fate. ‘’I have an idea.’’ He said holding her face, ‘’Tonight, after Irulan and Paul’s wedding we run away together.’’ She was shocked to hear him being bold. ‘’We can hijack an ornithopter and hide till we find a ship to fly to my home, you can use the Voice on people.’’ It would be the most outrageous scandal that the Imperium had ever seen, but it was now or never.

All day she got ready for Irulan’s wedding, she wore a long black dress an black lace gloves that were see-through, her long hair let loose. A big obsidian stoned necklace on her delicate throat, the stone shined every time lights hit from the glowglobes. After tonight she was suppose to be shipped to the hellhole called Giedi Prime. House Harkonnen.

The feast was bountiful, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, no one cared about Y/N and her situation. Among the crowd she found her family’s place and started to move past dancing couples to go to them but a firm trap caught her delicate wrist, it was Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.

‘’Where to, little dove?’’ he was in his regular black clothing, a silver ring on his little finger, a cunning look on his ocean eyes, ‘’To my family.’’ Y/N replied coldly, ‘’I am your family now.’’ He was so direct it caught her off guard. He didn’t wait for an answer and guided her to the dance floor, his tone was stern, was he hurt that Y/N didn’t go to him first? She deduced with her Bene Gesserit powers. ‘’I highly doubt that.’’ She clapped back in annoyance. He was trying really hard not to lose his temper. He couldn’t show his true self among other houses, he couldn’t humiliate his family so he simply had to wait and be patient and when the time comes… he could insert his ways on her. As if he wasn’t doing it now….

‘’You have a silver tongue. I like that but-‘’ he made her twirl, ‘’be careful.’’ Y/N looked up to meet his orbits, under the yellow lights, among dancing couples one could assume that Feyd and Y/N were a loving couple. It was so easy to lose oneself in his aura that she had to look away. Their bodies pressed to each other, she could smell his cologne, manly and just.. there

‘’You know what, I’m going to be nice to you tonight.’’ She said which caused him to rise his nonexistent eyebrow in questioning. ‘’How come?’’

‘’You might not find me again, so, it’s on the house.’’ And the music ended and she immediately let herself part from him and go to her family.

Rest of the night she avoided most of the people and observed. Paul and Irulan were shipped to Caladan and tomorrow morning all of the lord and ladies were to go back to their home planets. Perfect timing.

Y/N wore her black leather pants and top, she couldn’t afford running in her beautiful gowns if any trouble arrived. She prepared a small bag of essentials, and had been waiting for Pyramus to whistle from outside, her windows were all wide open.

When she heard him she activated her shoes which were made to float in the air and she softly landed on the fresh cut grass, they kissed passionately. She could feel her heart in her throat, this was the first time she was actively rebelling against her family and the rules. Pyramus had his outfit from the night’s entertainment. ‘’Why didn’t you change?’’

‘’Didn’t have time. Follow me.’’ If she was more observant she could have seen the cut on his eyebrow and small bruises on his face clearly.

Ornithopters were on the airfield, since it was really late most of the guards were sleeping on their duty.

Pyramus held her hand, his palm sweaty, ‘’Let’s go.’’ He made her move fast ‘’Wait-‘’ she whispered,

‘’Let’s not wake them up-‘’ he seemed like he didn’t care, they got to an ornithopter. He opened its door, it was for two people. Before she climbed inside she turned to face him for a second, he seemed terrified, ‘’Wait-‘’ her hands went to his face, ‘’What happened to your face?’’ Y/N asked in horror and saw his expression change into guilt.

‘’Pyramus?’’ she whispered, ‘’I’m sorry Y/N..’’

And all of the lights on the field were turned on like lightning on a rainy day, alarms were going off, soldiers wide awake… were they awake the whole time? They were surrounded by Harkonnen soldiers, a sound of applause echoed on the open field, soldiers moved to make way for him.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen approached, he stopped clapping when he saw them, he had his black and dark grey uniform. Y/N could see he was geared up.. just in case.

‘’Did you really think that you could escape me?’’ Feyd asked sarcastically, his voice amused, he looked like a theater actor who finished his bit and proud of himself. ‘’I’m sorry..’’ Pyramus whispered again and let her go, he, without a beat climbed into the ornithopter and flew away.

Y/N could feel the tears of betrayal coming in, Feyd-Rautha with a sudden move grabbed her wrist, she felt like an animal who just stepped into a metal trap, his fingers bruising her wrist, he started to drag her back to the palace. ‘’Let go of me!’’ because of the panic she couldn’t use the Voice on him.

‘’Enough games, little dove. You will be locked to your chambers until we leave for Giedi Prime.’’

She kept trying to fight and get away from him and he stopped in his tracks, an annoyed huff coming out of him he turned to her and with a swift move he lifted her to his shoulder like a cave man.

‘’I order you to let go of me!’’ this time she used the Voice but he wasn’t affected. Why? Y/N noticed the earplugs he was wearing. ‘’I out rank you Lady Y/N.’’ he chuckled and she could feel the panic rise in her. He slapped her butt and she whined in pain, his hand was heavy and big.

Feyd-Rautha marched the empty corridors and found her bedroom, he kicked open the door and threw her onto her bed which was covered with fluffy pillows and he was startled to see so many colors at once. She froze, supporting her body with her hand, he stood there like a statue, immobile. ‘’Thankfully other houses don’t know this foolish attempt of yours.’’ He said coldly ad slowly leaned to be on the same level as her. ‘’Try to humiliate me again and see what happens, little dove.’’ She felt the threat of his words settle into the room, she felt as if his presence made her vision go dark and the only thing she could see was him.. Feyd-Rautha was so many things but a liar.

He left and she heard the lock on the door.

Y/N was in shock, she had to take deep breaths to calm her racing mind. Soon a maid came to lock the windows and leave her there, without a word.. even her own maids turned their backs on her, Harkonnens were feared. She belonged to them now, her body and soul was his.

She moved to the window to see the full moon, on her knees she prayed till morning came with its fog. Jessica entered with the maids and servants, Y/N was on her knees praying like a mad Bene Gesserit witch. ‘’Prepare the bath for my daughter.’’ Jessica ordered and went to sit next to her.

‘’You will understand me one day.’’ She knew what happened last night and was surprised, Jessica had never thought Y/N would rebel like this.. ‘’When I was in your whomb…’’ she began, ‘’why didn’t you change my sex?’’

Jessica had to tell the truth, ‘’I was ordered to have a daughter as first born. They didn’t tell me why. If I had known.. things would be different.’’ Her blue eyes searching hers, hoping to see something but Y/N was trained well, not a single emotion on her face, a blank slate. ‘’If you don’t manipulate him he’ll be the end of you, you’re my daughter, you have to survive.’’ Jessica kissed her daughters soft hair and stood up to give more orders to carry Y/N’s belongings to the Harkonnen ship.

Y/N watched other houses leave from her window, she tried to read while her servants worked in silence. The sun was setting when she wore her ceremonial gown. It was emerald green, the color fo her house and a hawk was on her chest, symbol of House Atreides. Her long hair was braided elegantly. Her father came to take her outside before the Emperor, it was the custom. Leto tried to talk to her but she didn’t budge, they walked in death silence.

There was a breeze outside, she saw everyone standing in their rightful places. Feyd-Rautha was standing in front of the Emperor who was seated on a moveable throne. Feyd’s hands clasped behind his back, he watched Duke Leto bring Y/N to stand next to her, he noticed that she was avoiding eye contact like an expert.

Leto, when he made her stand next to her husband- to-be he took a step to Feyd, held his arm and whispered into his ear, ‘’Hurt my daughter and I will end your entire blood line.’’ He gave a pat on Feyd’s shoulder and left them.

The field was silent, she could hear the birds, it calmed her. Were there any birds in Giedi Prime?

Padishah Emperor Shaddam basically announced that this young couple had his blessing and the wedding would take place in House Harkonnen’s planet. He made them kiss his ring and ended the ceremony. Y/N walked to her family to say goodbye, Feyd watching her intently, Leto kissed her daughter’s forehead, Jessica hugged her tightly and whispered into her ear.

‘’Remember your training.’’

Feyd made her take his arm, his ceremonial clothing was black, he was covered in it, together they walked to the ship. ‘’I must say you look pleasant in green.’’ He spoke quietly, Y/N turned to see the small smile on his plump lips, ‘’Thank you.’’ And they walked to the ship, Y/N looked at her family before the metal door closed.

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Hey, i have this idea in my head where the reader is appointed as Feyd Rautha's right hand (wo)man/bodyguard/assistant? due to the fact that she is a skilled fighter and super smart. Maybe she was a hitman or a bountyhunter and the baron is obviously overprotective of his heir.

So if you're interested you could write about that

A/N; HI! Thank you so much for the request, I enjoyed writing it, I've made the reader bisexual for some reason idk. lol

Warnings; Fighting, blood.

Words; 1.189K

You were on your knees in front of the vicious Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, who rules the House Harkonnen. His populous watching the ceremony, screaming and applauses echoed in the large arena. You have defeated hundred man and women and you deserved to be the Na-Baron, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen’s right hand. Before you path led you to Giedi Prime you were a bountyhunter, hunting people and not caring about the cause just in it for the money and you were caught by the Harkonnen soldier, in order to prove your worth you fought in the arena and earned your place. It was this or death and you weren’t going to die. Not today at least. Ever since Baron made Feyd-Rautha  his heir Feyd was getting more and more important and when his former right hand who was a useless man almost caused Feyd-Rautha his death Baron Vladimir executed that man and announced that he was looking for a new right hand, many applied for the job and died in the arena except you.

You could feel the blood covered sand on your knees, you were covered in your enemies blood, both of your hands holding your knives, you loved to fight with two knives.

Baron Vladimir holding the ancestral sword, floating in the air, ‘’May you serve well.’’ He said and touched the sword on your shoulders and head, ‘’Rise.’’

As you stood up you greeted the crowed, your heart beating so fast due to the adrenalin, your blood running hot lava, crowed cheered you. At the top, where politicians and royal family members seated you saw him, Feyd-Rautha…

You were taking to spa room where a stone hot tub waiting for you to cleanse and refresh. You took of your clothes and jumped in, a slave came to wash your hair and massage your arms and shoulders, she was a pretty one. ‘’You fought well my lady.’’ She was rubbing your thick arms, years of fighting and surviving made your body fit and more muscular than other women here. You turned to face her, she was bald like the others, her eyes green and full lips, ‘’You think so?’’ screaming in the arena made your voice rougher than usual. You watched her blush, she nodded, you eyed her up and down, she had a regular black slave clothing, tight around her body, she seemed innocent and warm. After evry fight you loved to fuck a good cunt so you grabbed her throat and made her kiss you. She was startled at first but gave in, she had to, she was a slave after all.

You heard a rough cough, you turned to see who dared to disturb your moment with this cute slave and it was Feyd-Rautha. ‘’Having fun?’’ he asked jokingly, he made the slave leave, this was the first time you were seeing him in person. ‘’Greetings my Na-Baron.’’ You didn’t care that you were naked, ‘’When you are finished my servants will take you to your quarters and show you around. Later, find me.’’ He said coldly and left.

It had been five years since that meeting and you have kept your place secure. Your job wasn’t easy and you had to be alert at all times and yet you enjoyed the danger. The possibility of an attack aroused you and you found yourself going on hunts with Na-Baron every week in the main forests of the Planet. It was a heavy industrialized planet but the Harkonnens kept the main few forests.

Over the years you became friends, sharing meals together, making plans etc. And the time came to leave Giedi Prime and reclaim Arrakis, Dune. Glossu Rabban He inherited the Harkonnen penchant for sadism and cruelty, but not the cunning. He was best known for his tyrannical and vastly ineffective governance of Arrakis during the Harkonnen fiefdom of the desert planet, as well as during the insurgency of the Fremen led by Paul Muad'Dib. He earned the nickname "Beast" when he killed his father, Abulurd Harkonnen. The Baron planned to let Glossu rule the planet for a time through fear and terror so that when his favored nephew, Feyd-Rautha (Rabban's younger brother) took over, the new ruler would be welcomed as a hero. His horrid treatment of the Fremen on Arrakis prompted a lengthy rebellion that interfered with spice harvesting and production on the planet.

He did a bad job and Feyd was sent to fix it. The travel was easy but the conditions were harsh on the planet. As soon as you arrived Feyd made you find Rabban and bring him to Feyd. You did as you were ordered and he made you hit Rabban’s knee to make him fall flat to the ground, you heard Feyd’s cold voice. ‘’You humiliated our family, you humiliated me. Kiss my foot or die.’’

Rabban kissed Feyd’s foot in front of the soldiers, ‘’We’re even now.’’ Feyd said and moved to the planning room.  On Giedi Prime you and Feyd made plans for Arrakis and it was time for action. ‘’My Na-Baron, Fremens don’t know the change in command, it is best if we attack know the get ahead of them.’’ You shared your plan, Feyd-Rautha looked up from the holograms to face you, ‘’Smart. You heard her!’’ he yelled, ‘’Get ready!’’

You were right, Fremens were ambushed and plenty of slaves were taken from their homes to serve. It was a clear message to the Fremens.

At night when the palace which was built by the Harkonnens 80 years ago was quiet, you couldn’t sleep, your senses were telling you that something was up and you decided to get dressed, dismissed the slave girls and boys from your room and take as troll on the corridors.

You were right again, captured Fremens were rioting and escaped the cell they were in. You ran to Na-Baron’s room and woke him up, told him about the situation. He bolted to his feet and alarmed the soldiers, before he left with you he held your hand, after years this was the first time of physical connection, ‘’What would I do before you?!’’ it wasn’t a question, it was his way of appreciating your efforts in these five years. You nodded and walked next to him, you and him were inseparable.  

The dark corridors were packed with Fremen soldiers and they knew how to fight. You and Feyd were kicking and pushing who were on your way, slashing with your knives, you could hear him laugh, you two were a good team and tonight was the show of it.

Harkonnen soldiers were brutal, they didn’t care who they killed, servants were slaughtered as well. When the fighting was done the Arrakis’s sun was rising for a new day, you were panting and covered in gore and blood same as Fyed-Rautha. He was watching you, observing how you fight and relax… he was impressed. He closed the space between the two of you and whispered in your ear, ‘’Come to my room.’’ It was an order. You could see his pupils dilated, adrenalin running in his and your veins, you followed behind.

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Love Thy Enemy

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

A/N; Couldn't wait, I had to post it lol. I hope you'll like it. Sorry for any typos. TAG LIST IS OPEN!!!!!! (Reader has a lover and Feyd's going to find out lol 😉😉😉) Don't forget to leave a comment.

Warnings; None. Female Bene Gesserit Reader x Feyd-Rautha, enemies to lovers! reader is reffered to as she/her.

Words; 2.417K

Chapter 3

Chapter Two ‘’Forcibles’’

The boy with pure eyes had grown into a tall muscular man with menace in his orbits. ‘’May I?’’ he asked not leaving his gaze from Pyramus, it wasn’t a request, it was an order and Pyramus who was coming from a small house couldn’t say no. Without a word he let go of Y/N, she felt empty. She was about to object, maybe excuse herself to rest but Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen acted quickly, like a snake he placed his hand on the small of her back and held her hand, she had no choice but to place her hand on his tense shoulder. His eyes so blue, ‘’How long has it been?’’ he asked, his boy voice was gone and classical Harkonnen tone made its home. Manly. ‘’I truly don’t remember.’’ She replied with a flat tone, couldn’t do anything but let him lead the dance. It had been only a minute and Y/N had every information she needed;

Predator

Dominant

Show off

His grip was strong, maybe he was sending a clear message to other houses. Y/N didn’t want to care but her Bene Gesserit training made it impossible not to care. ‘’You wound me.’’ He mocked. He was much taller than Pyramus. She had to look up to meet his icy blue gaze. Y/N noticed the looks they got, a Harkonnen is dancing with an Atreides…. Outrageous.

‘’I see you become a witch like your mother.’’ His tongue was a whip, was he trying to get a reaction out of her?

‘’I’ve heard you become a beast.’’ She was quick to answer, she felt the grip on her back tightened. Did she stroke a nerve? Good.

‘’If we were in Giedi Prime I would have your tongue.’’ He was amused and it made her more angry, ‘’Proves my point.’’

She noticed Irulan and Paul’s questioning look, they seemed shocked and concerned for Y/N. She gave them a small smile.

She felt like a black cobra snake swallowing her whole, Feyd-Rautha made sure to press her close to him, he wasn’t gentle like Pyramus, she looked but couldn’t see him, ‘’Looking for someone?’’ he sounded annoyed, Y/N heard how his mood changes quickly and she didn’t have time for an ugly scene. ‘’My friends. I assume you’re not familiar with the concept.’’ She thought maybe detesting Harkonnens were genetic. Feyd laughed hard which attracted stares around them, they were mostly concerned for Y/N Atreides. Up close, for a split second she saw that innocent boy but he disappeared.

The music ended and she excused herself, before she left Na-Baron grabbed her wrist, she turned in shock, what was he doing? He leaned and pressed a kiss on the back of her hand, the kiss felt so soft she couldn’t believe it was coming from Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. She bowed in courtesy and got away from his grip, she could feel his icy blue orbits on her back, stabbing her.

Irulan came to chat with her, ‘’What was that about?’’ Irulan didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention but she wasn’t the only one who witnessed that. ‘’What do you mean?’’ Y/N asked drinking her champagne, cold liquid made her more relaxed, ‘’Feyd-Rautha ate you with his eyes.’’ Irulan signed with her hands, didn’t want pointy ears to hear. ‘’He is an intense man. That’s all.’’ She signed back.

The night was too long for Y/N’s liking. Since she was a lady she had to stand by her family and talk to other houses about spice, politics, etc. She needed some air.

Y/N chose a balcony at the back, front ones were occupied, she inhaled deeply, her hands on the stone railings, ‘’Here you are.’’ Pyramus’s soft voice made her calm. They hugged, he immediately tried to kiss her but Y/N had to be careful, she moved her head and Pyramus’s thin lips landed on her cheek. He huffed in annoyance, ‘’How long we have to hide in the shadows?’’ he loved to whine. ‘’Soon I shall tell my family.’’ Y/N kept mustering up her courage and loosing it the last minute. It wasn’t going to be easy. Pyramus held her hands, ‘’Be mine, they can’t say anything then.’’

‘’I’m already yours.’’ She was confused,

‘’Be mine… fully.’’ His dark eyes looking for answers. ‘’Oh,’’ Y/N understood. ‘’I don’t know. We should head back.’’ She changed the topic. Before she could leave Pyramus didn’t let go of her hands, ‘’Think about it, please.’’

Y/N Atreides could hear the whispers; ‘’Did you see?’’

‘’Poor girl.’’

‘’They seemed a perfect match, how odd.’’

‘’Na-Baron seems interested…’’

She only held her head high, pretended like she was deaf. Long night came to an end, she felt so tired running from unwanted company, the Harkonnen boy. Her father had to talk to them, Y/N managed to ignore them.

Tossing and turning in her bed with questions in her busy mind she bolted to her feet. The palace was quiet, guests were fast asleep. Y/N wanted to talk to someone, someone who would understand.. she wore her white satin robe and left her bed chamber. Her family were staying at the guest wing, she knew Paul would be awake. Her footsteps echoed in the empty halls, glowglobes were on the walls, giving a dim light to the corridors, her Bene Gesserit training made her stop, someone was following her, she calmed her mind.

‘’Why so hasty?’’ a rough voice echoed behind her back. She turned to face the owner of the voice. Feyd-Rautha.

‘’I could ask you the same thing, my Na-Baron.’’ Her heart beat got faster as he approached hands in his back. His manner was predatory, observing his prey. His tunic was thin and loose, ‘’Why are you wandering so late at night, little dove?’’ pet name made her blood rise but she had to keep her calm. ‘’I don’t see why it is-‘’ he was circling her now, ‘’your business.’’ Feyd came to stop in front of her which made her look up to meet his eyes. He liked having the height advantage, he could sense her fear, so delicious. ‘’Witches and their secrets…’’ he leaned and whispered to her face, his breath hot. Y/N wanted to run away and hide from him but something in her told her that no matter what he would find her.

‘’I’m good at revealing secrets.’’ His left hand rose, his forefinger tracing her arm covered in satin, both of them felt the electricity. His eyes travelled on her chest and find their place on her eyes again. ‘’How is Pyramus?’’

Y/N had to be extremely careful, or her house’s honor could be at stake. ‘’I don’t know what you’re talking about Na-baron.’’ Her tone flat yet Feyd noticed her posture change. As if she was going into a trial by combat. Deep down he wondered how would it feel to be loved like this, he could feel the rise of jealousy… a member of an insignificant house could achieve her love so easily? No. he would not allow it. A sinister plan ran in his dark mind.

She wanted to wipe that arrogant smile on his face, ‘’I shall bid you good night.’’ With that she headed back to her room. Whenever she wanted to open up about Pyramus something would stop her…

When the morning came with its shiny sun and fresh smell of flowers she was having breakfast with her family. Padishah Emperor Shaddam made majority of the house leave and announced that after breakfast he would announce his decision.

‘’You seem upset my love, is everything all right?’’ Duke Leto asked gently, she hadn’t touched the food on her golden plate, she looked around, no one but her family. ‘’I’m in love with someone.’’ She unraveled, feeling the years of burden leaving her delicate shoulders. Leto and Paul were smiling but her mother’s face didn’t move a muscle. ‘’Who is the lucky gentleman?’’ Leto asked, ‘’Pyramus, from house-‘’

Jessica cut her short, ‘’That house?! Have you lost your mind?’’ Jessica knew that Reverend Mother had something else planned for Y/N. Bene Gesserit has been working for this union for years. ‘’Let’s not lose our temper.’’ Leto warned Jessica with a calm tone. ‘’They are a small house, it is true. If he is good enough for my daughter he is good enough for us.’’ He finished. ‘’Excuse me.’’ Everyone thought Jessica was leaving in anger but she was about to send a message to Reverend Mother an change the whole course of Y/N’s future.

Harkonnens were having breakfast together, Feyd-Rautha was so fed up with his obese uncle’s eating that he lost his appetite. Rabban was in his normal self, quiet and tense. ‘’I wonder who will be the princess’s husband.’’ Rabban said curiously, was he hoping? Feyd-Rautha was seated away from them, watching them like a hawk. He knew well that Shaddam would never take that risk, to send his one and only daughter to the hellhole called Giedi Prime? Not in a million years. ‘’One way or another he has to satisfy us.’’ Their uncle spoke with full mouth, Feyd had to look away, he could feel his bile coming up to his throat. He drank his wine to suppress. ‘’What do you think uncle?’’ Rabban asked, he kept trying to impress their uncle and failed miserably. Baron’s fat fingers were shiny with the bacon’s juice he was eating, ‘’I believe we won’t leave until we get something.’’

Their Mentat Piter de Vrives knocked on the door and walked in, ‘’My Baron, Emperor is expecting you and your nephews to the throne room.’’

Baron laughed, ‘’We shall be there.’’

The throne room was packed with lords and ladies that remained, including Reverend Mother Helen. Y/N didn’t remember seeing her last night’s ball. Strange. Y/N Atreides and her family arrived early, Padishah Emperor Shaddam spoke with her father Duke Leto in private. Behind the golden throne there was a door which opened to a small room where Shaddam’s office took place. When Duke Leto came back his face held grim, he refused to look at anyone but the Emperor, was that resentment? Emperor was seated on his golden throne which had colorful ornaments, on his right much smaller and silver throne was placed and Irulan was sitting on it. Looking like a statue, she was a strong woman. Reverend Mother was at Shaddam’s left, whispering into his ear. She was covered in black, just like Harkonnens.

Y/N noticed how old Shaddam got, every child at one point in their lives come to the realization of their parents’ old age. Emperor was a second father to her, a sudden whip to her heart she focused her eyes on the floor to prevent herself from crying. In order to keep her racing mind busy she looked around to see the remained houses. Pyramus was right there, she waved at her and Y/N waved back. He had a colorful suit, just like his personality. Pyramus and other low class houses were on the left side of the room, other old and powerful houses were on the right. Everyone watched the way Harkonnens entered, they were the last one to arrive. Baron Vladimir was a man of show off, he loved to show his power given any chance. Baron was at the front, Rabban and Feyd following behind, when Y/N saw Feyd-Rautha, her mind immediately went to last night’s events.

‘’Does he know me and Pyramus?’’ to be the first one to reveal the secret she had to tell it to her family this morning but she wasn’t sure anymore. All day Pyramus was after her asking how they reacted, she felt overwhelmed.

She wanted to be brave so Y/N watched them stand close to Atreides, Feyd-Rautha wasn’t shy of eye contact, as usual he was wearing his black suit, with his boots he looked much taller. Y/N watched him eye her up and down, she was wearing a dark blue dress, her arms and neck covered in dark blue laces, her head was tightly rounded like a ball on her head, a thin silver tiara was placed. She kept her posture high, she wasn’t going to shrink because of a Harkonnen, even though Feyd looked as if he could disintegrate her with his shiny blue eyes.

Shaddam rose to his feet, his regal robe sweeping the floor, ‘’Thank you for waiting so patiently,’’ everyone were focused, eager to hear his decision. ‘’I have decided that it was due time to choose a life partner for my one and only daughter. After last night I have consulted my daughter Irulan and the young gentleman that I choose is,’’ Y/N could feel the tension in the room, she slightly observed the room and Shaddam’s subjects were focused on him but one person. Feyd-Rautha, his snake eyes kept finding Y/N. Why did he look like he knew something that Y/N didn’t?

‘’Paul Atreides, from house Atreides.’’ Applauses could be heard, Y/N got positive energy from them last night so she wasn’t wrong. Irulan was her sister and Paul her brother, she knew that they would make each other happy. Paul walked to princes Irulan to kiss her hand. ‘’The wedding shall happen tomorrow.’’ The applauses died down, ‘’If you have no objections or requests you may be dismissed.’’ Shaddam announced, Y/N couldn’t wait to be left alone with Irulan and listen every detail.

‘’Emperor!’’ a man’s strong voice echoed in the throne room, ‘’I have a request.’’ Y/N turned to see Feyd-Rautha leaving his spot and slowly approaching to stand in the middle of the room, ‘’Come forth young Harkonnen.’’

Y/N had a bad feeling, this whole thing look staged, she turned to see her family’s reaction. Duke Leto, again, trying so hard to avoid her, Lady Jessica smiled at her. Y/N was puzzled, ‘’This is for the best.’’ She signed to her daughter.

Feyd-Rautha did what Shaddam said, before he knelt in front of the Emperor he gave a last look to her.

‘’What is it that you request?’’ Shaddam’s calmness irritated Y/N.

‘’Since you raised her as one of your own it is best to ask your permission,’’ Feyd paused to get more reaction from his spectators, his head was down but after that pause he tilted his head and look into Shaddam’s eyes. Shaddam had never seen such power in a young boy before. Baron did a great job.

‘’I demand Lady Y/N Atreides’s hand in marriage.’’

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Love Thy Enemy

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

A/N; HI!!! Its been a long time since I wrote a series but i cannot resist Feyd. English isn''t my first language so go easy on me. There will be smut in the future chapters. TAG LIST IS OPEN!!!!!! (Reader has a lover and Feyd's going to find out lol 😉😉😉)

Warnings; None. Female Bene Gesserit Reader x Feyd-Rautha, enemies to lovers! reader is reffered to as she/her.

Words; 1.520K

Chapter 2

Chapter One – ‘’Meeting in flesh and blood’’

‘’Right behind you!’’ Irulan screamed as she was riding her horse to match Y/N’s. Y/N was a skilled rider, the wind in her long hair, she laughed at Irulan’s attempt of winning the race and focused on the finish line. Planet Kaitian which was the second Capital of the Corrino Empire had so many opportunities for Padishah Emperor Shaddam’s daughter Irulan and his beloved Y/N. The planet had forests, lakes and rivers so Y/N didn’t miss much of her home planet Caladan, she sometimes tossed and turned in her bed thinking of her family members but she was taken to Kaitain years ago. Irulan and Y/N were the same age and when Shaddam couldn’t have more children he asked Duke Leto Atreides to bring his first born daughter to be sisters with Irulan. Leto tried to find so many ways to refuse Padishah Emperor yet he was the ultimate power in the entire galaxy and Leto had no choice but to give his daughter Y/N. She was one years old when the arrangements were made. She could see her family at political events or celebrations, she had been in Caladan few times yet she felt stranger to the planet and she felt stranger to Kaitain as well. She has always wondered if, by any chance one day she would feel the sensation of ‘’being at home’’ nowhere and no one was her home. Maybe this was her fate.

When she finished the race her horse calmed down, Irulan followed behind. ‘’I swear you’re cheating and I am going to find out.’’ She was joking of course, Irulan and Y/N had a close relationship yet Y/N never forgot that she was a princess and there for needed to be treated more cautiously than the other lords and ladies of the galaxy. Together they hopped off of their horses, ‘’Walk with me.’’ Irulan’s  voice was soft yet direct. Her short blonde hair got messy, hem of her white long dress covered in mud, she was carefree when she was with Y/N.

Y/N had the color of her house Atreides. Green. Her green dress felt so light, they were walking on the grass for few minutes in silence., Y/N knew that Irulan wanted to say something.

Palace’s gardens were evergreen, gardeners achieved perfection. Gardens smelled of flowers at any time of the year. Irulan stopped in her tracks, they turned to soak in the scenery before their eyes, the entire planet was under their feet. Servants’ chatters could be heard, no matter what they were never alone. ‘’Soon my father will throw a ball for me.’’ She looked distant, Padishah Emperor Shaddam never had parties without a solid reason, it must be political. Before Y/N could ask Irulan explained simply, ‘’I will meet the man I have to marry.’’ Y/N knew one day that she had to marry someone in order to protect the power they had over the galaxy but she never thought the date would come this quick. Y/N had already a lover, only Irulan knew because he was from a lower house. She had a childish hope that one day she would marry him.

Irulan laughed in sarcasm, ‘’How I wish to be you, sister!’’ it was obvious that Irulan dreaded the situation.

There were no arrangements for Y/N and she was free for a long time or so she thought.

‘’I trust in Emperor’s decision. He won’t wed you to someone unworthy.’’ She tried to encourage her dear friend but Irulan stood there like a stone. ‘’Let’s head back.’’ Y/N said. A hollow silence followed them to the dining hall. Emperor couldn’t attend because he was dealing with preparations of the ball. The white marble fire place was lit and orange colors danced in the room, the dining hall was adorned with lavish furniture and a long wooden table. The wood came from Giedi Prime, it was called Pilingitam.

 Irulan seemed troubled, ‘’What’s on your mind sister?’’ Y/N asked. She was concerned for her, if she knew that she had to be concerned for herself…

She watched Irulan’s palm slithering on the Pilingitam table,’’ Majority of the houses will be at the ball,’’ she looked up to meet Y/N’s curious eyes, ‘’The Harkonnens will be too.’’ Y/N’s blood ran cold, she remembered the times where Emperor used to take them to Giedi Prime for political reasons. They had to sit and watch the games in the black and white arena. Gladiators killing each other…

She remembered a boy with pure blue eyes and full lips, ‘’I will fight there too when I’m old enogh.’’ He was sitting next to Y/N in his black outfit. He closed the tiny gap between him and Y/N, and he spoke quietly, ‘’Will you come and watch me?’’ he was speaking as if killing was a normal act. His knee touching Y/N’s, she remembered distinctly that the boy interlaced his little finger with hers. They were ten and yet Y/N could see Baron Vladimir’s influence on his poor nephew.

Y/N didn’t need to go back in her memories to detest the Harkonnens. Their families were in and out of war for centuries. Thankfully for a long time peace was kept. ‘’I will manage.’’ She insured Irulan with a genuine smile yet it wasn’t enough. Y/N brushed it off, after dinner she had mental training anyways.

Until the day of the ball she corresponded with her lover, Pyramus

He was a tall man with dark curls and jet black eyes. His beard always tickled her face.

She spent her days training and accompanying Irulan. Irulan grew restless as the they approached.

One by one the ships started to arrive, one could look up to the busy blue sky and see. Y/N’s family arrived early to see her and spend time with her. Lady Jessica, her mother, immediately questioned her about Y/N’s Bene Gesserit training, Duke Leto was happy to see her daughter once again. Paul, her one year younger brother gave her a tight hug.

They were united once more, she escorted them to their quarters in the palace and retrieved to get ready for the event. She wore a green dress with emeralds on her chest and waist, her maid braided her hair in Atreides style. She also wore an emerald tiara. Paul Atreides knocked on her door to escort her to the ball room, he looked sharp in his dark green suit. ‘’You seem nervous.’’ He questioned, -Y/N knew that her mother was teaching Bene Gesserit ways to her brother,- yes she was nervous because she was going to be reunited with her lover. ‘’Too many people.’’ She responded. Servants were running with food and wine on the corridors, music could be heard from a distance. Members of houses were having conversations about spice, politics, etc.

The doors of the room were open, inside was lit by the yellow warm lights coming from glowglobes, guests laughing and drinking. Tallest member was Baron Vladimir due to hanging in the air, eating like a mad man but she ignored him.

Her eyes searching for her lover, so blind to an outsider who got her under his radar.

Paul and Y/N walked to the table of their house, ‘’You look lovely my girl.’’ Duke Leto kissed her daughter’s forehead, it didn’t go unnoticed by a certain someone. He was a snake, silently slithering close to his prey.

Padishah Emperor Shaddam and his daughter Princess Irulan were announced and slowly entered the room, everyone bowed. They took their seats and Emperor greeted everyone, thanked them for coming to his feast and he also announced that he would choose the life partner of his daughter among his unmarried male guests. Duke Leto found himself watching his daughter with sad eyes, he wondered if he could see her wedding one day. Would she be happy and fortunate like him? Only time would tell but he prayed quietly.

It was time to dance, couples held each others’ hands and marched to the dance floor, Paul excused himself and went to ask the princess to dance with him. Leto happily asked Jessica to dance with him, Y/N wished that they were officially married but to keep his position as a powerful bachelor, other houses worked for him hoping that one day Duke Leto would marry one of their daughters. It was a well played game of chess on Atreides’s part. Y/N watched Irulan and Paul talking silently and dancing.

Soon Pyramus came with a huge smile. He kissed her hand and winked at her, ‘’My beautiful lady, would you be so kind and accompany me on the dance floor?’’ she tried so hard not to grin, ‘’Of course my lord.’’ He was in his house’s color, yellow. Hand in hand they mingled among the other couples, ‘’I’ve missed you.’’ He whispered. ‘’Not here.’’ She used the voice on him and his mouth closed in a second. Only their eyes talked.

They heard a rough cough and turned to face the intruder, Y/N had no idea that she would meet him in flesh and blood, ‘’Feyd…’’

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.

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

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

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Warnings; None.

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

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

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

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

Nonetheless you were intrigued by him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When you saw the price you were shocked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’Come in.’’

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

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

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

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