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Fire on Ice (Finished)

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

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6  Chapter 7

Chapter 8  Chapter 9    Final Chapter

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. :)

May i make a Hannibal x reader request where the reader washes Hannibal’s hair and styling it the way he likes it for him after he’s been badly injured and can’t do it himself @iamcavainna

A/N; Sorry for the wait, I was on a vacation. Sorry for any typos. Love you all. xxx

When Hannibal Lecter opened himself to you vaguely, you had 2 choices, either ran away from him for the rest of your life or be on his side. You wanted to see where this could take you, it had been 5 years ever since. In those years you adopted a cat, (even though he claimed that he would never help you take care of it, over the months he grew attached to your cat, just like any other cat dad) you travelled with him through Europe. At first you were on egg shells around him because you had no idea what was he capable of. Thankfully he reassured you all the time that he won’t do anything to harm you. He didn’t want to admit it but the bond between you and him was deeper on his side. He loved your aura, energy. You didn’t know much about him completely but you knew that people who are rude to him disappear without a trace, soon you figured out the pattern. This was a topic which you never discussed. It didn’t bother you that he knew more about you than you know about him because it was his way of taking care of you. When you have the cold he makes you your  favorite soup, when it’s your birthday he gets you the perfect gift one could ask for. On the other hand Hannibal Lecter was hard to crack but after 5 years he was letting you in, and tonight was the evidence of that.

You were in Italy, Portofino. The villa he rented was at the top of the hill, so the entire city felt like under your feet like a red carpet, he knew how to treat you like the Queen you are. The view took your breath away each time, your sun kissed skin felt warm and smelled like salt due to swimming all day. Hannibal left you alone today, he said he had to take care of something, you didn’t ask. Now that it was getting late you started to worry, you called him several times but he didn’t pick up. Boney fingers of worry clutched your stomach, your mind started to wander at dark places. You placed the book you were reading aside, the marble floors of the balcony felt chilly under your bare feet. As you went down the marble stairs the door of your villa was opened by none other than Hannibal Lecter.

He was limping, you could see the shimmer of scarlet on his golden wedding ring, shining under the yellow lights. You two decided to wear rings so that people wouldn’t be suspicious. You sometimes forget to wear it, leave it on the kitchen counter by the sink but Hannibal, for the last 4 years, you have never seen him without the ring. Deep down you knew he liked to play your husband. Since it was summer he had a white shirt with buttons, and light brown shorts. You thought he didn’t notice you because you hid yourself in the shadows, he threw his keys into the bowl next to the hanger, shut the door rather harshly, the reason why he was limping because he had a long and slim cut behind his knee, he leaned his back on the wooden door, closed his maroon eyes and exhaled deeply. ‘’This is the first time you see me like this, my dearest. I do apologies.’’

As you approached you could see the small drops on his shirt, and his face. ‘’Please, do not be scared.’’

You could see he needed your help, this was a first. You let him lean on you, together you went to the large bathroom in your shared bedroom.

You filled the tub, put bath bomb, and lit some candles. You knew he liked your candle collection. As you undressed him you noticed the bruises on his bronze chest,  in that silence you shared a deeper level of understanding. You helped him to the tub, Hannibal sighed in relief, it had been a long day.

You didn’t want to invade his personal space but desperately wanted to wash his thick hair, you wanted to be bold so you poured some shampoo into your palm and just started to wash and massage his scalp. Hannibal threw his head back and moaned, this must be the first time you’ve seen him this relaxed and care free. When you were done you lifted yourself to leave, wanted to give him some space but he grabbed your hand, tightly, ‘’Don’t go.’’ Now his maroon eyes landed on yours, asking for more.  He wanted you by his side all the time, but Hannibal being Hannibal, he could never say it out loud and open.

You helped him out of the tub, and gave him a white towel, he stood in front of the mirror, water dripping from his deliciously looking body and the towel hanged around his hips loosely. You decided to dry his hair and brush it, he didn’t stop you nor said anything. In fact, he was surprised how bold you are in your actions today. ‘’Thank you love, just the way I like it.’’ He said looking at his hair on the mirror. He turned to face you, ‘’You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.’’

Dangerous Game

Hannibal X Female Reader

Genre: Romance, slow burn, sexual content.

Warnings; SMUT! +18

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

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Chapter 13

Hannibal woke up early as usual, pale sun light were filling the room, Y/N's back was pressed to his chest, they were naked. Her body was warm and inviting, he watched her sleep, she looked peacefull. Her Y/H/C hair was spread on his navy blue pillow,

''Divine.'' 

was his first thought,he touched her hair softly, trying not to wake her up.

''Soft.''

He placed a kiss on her shoulder, a wicked thought crossed his mind. He kissed her jaw, kissed the purple bruises on her neck and felt proud. He moved the silk sheet slowly, her naked boobs were his next target. He toyed with them, pinched the erect tips and heard her moan. And then he took one of the them into his wet mout, licked and sucked like an ice cream, she moved under him but was still asleep, he tortured the other one as well and then moved to her belly, left soft kisses as he was touching her boobs. 

He could feel himself getting hard but he wanted to focus on her first, please her, hear her moans. He came to her inner thighs, kissed them and gave them good bites which will turn red soon. Her hands started to move, her glistening heat drove him crazy. He slipped his wet tongue to her entrance, he was giving small licks and kisses and biting her clit and his actions didn't go unnoticed she was moving her hips towards his hungry mouth, her lips were parted and she was enjoying herself but what shocked Hannibal was she was still asleep, ''Maybe she thinks it's a wet dream.'' and it made his member twitch. His lips were working wonders, the wet sound was filling his ears, he was holidng her thighs with a tight grip to lock her. Her hands went to his hair, he smiled. He knew she was close so he flicked his tongue over her entrance mercilessly and soon she came into his mouth, her eyes were wide open and she gasped. Hannibal looked at her from between her thighs, ''Morning love.''

She had a lazy smile on her lips, ''Morning baby.''

''Ready for round two?'' Hannibal asked shamelessly, she could see the thin layer of her arousal on his lips and chin, ''Come here.'' she said and Hannibal kissed her steamy. She could taste herself in his hot tongue, it turned her on. As she pulled back to look at him in the eye she found herself wondering about something... 

''What is it love?'' Hannibal could see she had something in her mind. Her cheeks got red with the thought, ''Can I be on top daddy?'' 

She could literally see his pupils go wider than usual, ''You wanna make daddy feel good?'' he asked and sucked her earlobe, ''Yeah, please.'' 

he laid on his back and she climbed him like climbing a tree. He placed his hands on her thighs, caressing gently, she teased him by grinding on his cock first, his head fell back to his pillow, ''Baby girl stop. Take it like a good girl yeah?'' she chuckled and he could swear it was the naughtiest thing he had ever heard. 

She decided that it was enough so she slowly sank down and took him fully, she waited for few seconds to adjust to his size because she was still sour from last night, later she started to move slowly, Hannibal wanted to just push her back into the mattress and pound her hard like an animal but that could wait. 

She got faster with the little help of Hannibal and now they were cursing, sweating ''That's it sweetheart, hop on daddy's cock like a good girl you are. You feel so thight baby.'' He knew she liked praises and it made her walls got thighter, she moaned her name several times and he couldn't take it anymore. Hannibal pushed her into the mattress, guided her legs on to his shoulders and it gave him the perfect angle to pound into her faster and harder. Y/N screamed his name in surprise, she was seeing a new side of him and she liked it. The obscene slapping sound filled the empty room, Hannibal first was hesitant and he read her face like a book, she was enjoying herself and it relieved him. 

''Daddy-'' She found herself screaming, ''Yeah baby? Does daddy doing a good job fucking you hard? Tell daddy how much you love his cock.'' 

She was a mess, instead of replying she moaned but Hannibal didn't like it so he stopped his movements, burried deep inside of her but not moving, Y/N whined in disapointment. ''Talk to daddy or I won't move.'' He sounded dominant, in control and she felt her heat shudder. ''Yes daddy, I love your cock in me so much please keep going. Pleaseee...''

He liked what he heard so he kept on fucking her hard and fast and soon Y/N came for the second time, she bit her lips, her legs were shaking hard. Hannibal watched this divine creature shaking and begging and blood rushed to his cock, he came. She could feel his cum in her warm and intimate. He collapsed on top of her, trying not to crush her. ''I can do this all day.'' Hannibal said with amusement dripping from his tongue, Y/N giggled like a school girl and blushed, ''What about breakfast?'' 

''Sounds great.''

After Breakfast Hannibal had patients to see so he had to leave, Y/N got dressed and went to see Will Graham, she had to know how he killed her sister or if he killed her. Where they took him was high security mental institute for criminally insane people, he was spending his days in a cell but when he had a visitor he was taken to a bright room. 

''You are not here for chit-chat I know but I need you to listen to me Y/N,'' He started and she didn't say anything so he continued, ''I didn't kill Abigail, I didn't kill all of those people they acuse me of. I only know this, stay away from Hannibal Lecter. He is dangerous, since he is a therapist he can manipulate anyone he lays his eyes on. He is the reason why I'm here.'' 

Y/N was shocked, ''They said you were mental but I didn't think you were this gone. Hannibal loved Abigail like she was his own child, there is no way he could hurt her.'' She crossed her arms in a defensive manner, ''Read Abigail's diary, you will understand. Her stuff was taken by the FBI but Jack will give the diary to you.'' Will sounded insane. She bolted to her feet, ''I'm here to say goodbye Will, I'll see you in hell.'' as she grabbed her coat to leave Will was screaming, ''STAY AWAY FROM HANNIBAL! HE IS DANGEROUS! HE WON'T HESITATE TO KILL YOU!''

Y/N found herself at the doors of Jack Crawford's office, ''This is a waste of time. Will is the murderer...'' she knocked on the door and entered. ''Then why do I have this bitter taste in my mouth?''

''I want my sister's diary, you can keep the rest as evidence.'' She was sitting on the chair and being observed by him. ''Why now?'' Jack asked curious, it had been weeks but now Y/N was demanding the diary. ''I miss her.'' It was the truth and Jack didn't have to know the other reason. ''Wait here.''

The diary was broen and thick, Abigail loved writing so Y/N got her a diary when she was 7 and ever since she was writing her day to day life. Y/N was on a taxi going back to Hannibal's house, she still couldn't believe what happened last night, they slept together but she felt like she was dreaming, she felt comfortable around him but sometimes when he was silent she felt goosebumps on her skin, he had a bold spirit, he knew how to keep his posture confidently. 

''Maybe I feel like this because he is much older than me.''

She paid the driver and walked to the house, Hannibal gave her a spare key before. The first thing she did was reading Abigail's diary to find anything about what Will said to her. She didn't mention her plans to Hannibal because he was protective of her, she read the pages carefully but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. ''Maybe I'll give it a look later.''

She wanted to prepare dinner for them so after taking a shower she went to the kitchen, Everyday Hannibal arrived at the house at 8.pm so she still had time. She decided to make Spaghetti with Lobster Pomodoro and she got to work.

Hannibal closed his eyes with the sudden fresh smell coming from the kitchen, ''Lobster, pasta.. is that parsley?'' he ad a sensetive nose, he hanged his coat, put the keys on the bowl and walked to his kitchen. She was there singing and finishing the dish with the final touch. ''She looks comfortable, like she had been living with me for years.''

''Hey.'' She said without turning to him, she always sensed his presence even without looking. ''I made Spaghetti with Lobster Pomodoro. Hungry?'' Hannibal gave her a hug, ''Yes but not for food.'' he smirked, ''That will happen after the dinner Doctor.'' playfully said. ''Let's eat. White wine?'' Hannibal went to open a cupboard, ''Sure.''

Hannibal talked about how much he missed her and she blushed, ''I missed you too Hannibal.'' but there was something in her, like she was disturbed. ''Anything new?'' He asked sipping his wine, ''Nothing.'' she replied quickly and that was suspicious. He watched her drink her wine, ''Are you sure?''

Y/N rolled her eyes, ''Look don't get mad but I went to see Will.'' Hannibal was always right and sometimes it annoyed him. ''Y/N I told you not to see him, what did he say?'' 

Y/N noticed the change in his behaviour, he looked calm but deep down his hunter switch was turned, it had been a while since he went on a human hunt. ''He accused you of murders, crazy right?'' Y/N asked casually but something was wrong, he was silent. She felt the goosebumps again.

''Yes, crazy.''

That night Hannibal said he had to work so locked himself in his study room but he could hear her steps around the house, he didn't mind and kept on working. Y/N was holding Abigail's diary, there was nothing suspicious, she read it over and over again and then she remembered something, when they were little Y/N told her to write with Invisible UV pen to hide things. ''Where can I find UV light?'' She couldn't just ask Hannibal, ''I'll get it tomorrow.''

Next morning Y/N went outside after breakfast, she said to Hannibal that she needed some female products. She finally found what she was looking for and got back home, Hannibal was gone. She opened the diary and used the light, the she was right Abigail hid things in the diary, she dropped the notebook when she finished reading. Her hands were shaking and she had trouble breathing, Will was right, he was right all along.

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Could I possibly request a fic where Hannibal has reader hidden away in a secret room. Like he keeps her there in her own world kinda like a princess in a tower situation. He keeps her there so she’s safe and doesn’t know what he does. She’s actually pretty happy with the situation because she loves him he loves her yadayada and possible smut MAYBE Will gets to meet her🤭 idk I’m new to requesting also I love your stuff man 10/10

Your day started just like the day before but this time you had a dream. It was about the night he brought you here. You were his patient, had a troubled upbringing with drug addict parents, your earliest memory was sitting on a couch, starving, and watching your parents with needles… you were taken to custody but it was too late. You were scarred for life. You focused on your education till one day you snapped and had to find a psychiatrist.

Doctor Hannibal Lecter

You had read his reviews, whatever you could find about him on the Imternet.

You walked to the luxurious bathroom, your mind clouded with the memories of your first session with him.

It was spring and you wore a milkmaid dress. Since his upstanding reputation you wanted to look “sane” and “presentable”

Wiping your palms on your dress you knocked on the grey door, you had noticed the absence of a secretary but didn’t pay much mind. And he opened the door…

You were awe struck to say the least. He easily standing there in his 3 piece suit, clean shaven and inviting you with his dark maroon eyes. “Hello Ms.Y/LN. Please come in.” You smiled gently and entered. He had 2 stores in the office, at the top there was a balcony which looked like a library, books were wall to wall. Down stairs he had a brown desk with organized materials on it, a fire place, paintings on the walls. He gestured you to sit and he sat across you with his black leather notebook. He cleared his throat and crossed his legs, even though he was sitting he still spoke tall. “I must admit,” he began and caught your attention, you found yourself sitting up tall, matching his aura, “ Ms. Y/L/N, you had sent me a very interesting email.” In order for him to accept a client one must sent an email which he replies in 3 days. “How come?”

He looked into your eyes, yes there was space between you two but you could feel his intensity. “You were straightforward, it almost felt as if you wanted to show me how bad your situation is, so that I’ll reject you. Do you often show your bad side for others to rum away, thus, you don’t have to interact with them?”

His questioning made you drop your jaw, this was his deduction from just the email? You wondered if you should continue and expose yourself to him and also face your fears or just get up and leave.

Hannibal noticed the hesitation in your eyes, he put the book away and did something which left you speechless. There was a cabinet on the wall behind him, he opened it and got a bottle of red wine and 2 glasses. He poured one for you and and extended his hand, “No need to fret Ms. Y/L/N,” you got the glass and felt his touch, “after all, I’m here to serve you.” His tone was less formal than before.

And your story began with him, at first you had your session with him once a month, and office hours turned into coffee dates and dinners.

You used to live alone in a one bedroom flat with yur cat Lucifer, he was a huge black cat thus the name Lucifer came.

One night you were out with your pyschiatrist Doctor Lecter. He invited you out for dinner and to be honest he showed off his wealth and refined palate. You found youself admiring his life style, luxurious yet elegant like the royals. He wasn't shy of showing it to you or making you experience it first hand.

The night was amazing, you were like two normal adults having a nice dinner, both of you lost the titles of doctor and patient and enjoyed each other's company, he drove you home and everything happened that night.

''Did you leave your lights on?'' he mentined the yellow lights coming from your flat, ''No.'' an icy feeling entered your chest, ''I'll come with you to check it, stay behind me.'' he said, his protective side showing, you did as he told you and together you rode the elevator and came to your door which was wide open.

Tears filled your eyes when you saw your home, everything was torn and broken, someone came in and did an arduous damage. Hannibal checked to see if someone was still inside. It was empty, ''Where is your cat?'' and with the mention of Lucifer your hands went to your chest and you started calling for Lucifer, you found him hiding, he was shivering.

''I'm also working with FBI, I know people who can help. In the mean time you're staying with me.'' it wasn't a question or a request, he meant what he said.

''O-okay.'' you were shivering. You picked up Lucifer and you felt Hannibal's hand on the small of your bag, ''Let's get you to the car, and I'll call my friends Will and Jack.''

He got you inside the car and left to make a call and the rest was history.

His house felt like a museum at first but it grew on you over your stay. He gave you the guest bedroom which was bigger than your own, he also went out of his way to collect your precious belongings from your robbed house. It wasn't much just a small bag, Lucifer was the most important to you. Hannibal also liked animals and didn't sany anything about your cat, in fact they got along.

After a week you started to look for a new place to stay, you were having breakfast together, ''What are you doing?'' he asked as he poured you coffee, ''House hunting.'' you replied shortly and saw him dropp the spoon he was holding, this was the first time he lost his composure and he cursed himself, ''Clumsy today.'' he joked and continued, ''You shouldn't rush. I am happy to have you, in my home.''

You looked up to meet his maroon eyes, ''Thank you for everything Hannibal but I don't want to be a burden.'' as your therapist he already knew how you felt. His mission was to convince you to stay. Manipulate you even...

Together you went on house huntings, he was there all the time. After every house he would find something bad about it, neighboors, mold, too pricy etc.

One night you were watching a movie together, it was an old Hollywood classic. ''Don't leave.'' you heard him and turned to face him, he was sitting next to you, his arm on your shoulders, ''What?''

You were startled, ''I don't want you to go.'' he puased the movie, his eyes pleading, ''that night when you house was broken into, I swore to protect you and never let you out of my sight.'' he held your hands, ''Its dangerous outside Y/N, I cannot let you go.''

His tone sent shivers down your spine, he was serious. ''Do you want me to-'' he cut you off, ''Be mine.''

and he leaned in for a passionate kiss.

Since then you were with him, he took care of every detail and let you thrive and pursue your passions such as writing and painting. He was a possessive man and never liked to see your attention go to someone else that's why he introduced you to only one person,

Will Graham. His colleague and friend.

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Fire on Ice

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

Warnings; Torture, knife, bleeding. 

Genres; Romace, smut in the future, slow burn fic. Little Angst my dudes.

1.754k Words!

A/n; Hello guys! I wanted to write something related to Tom Hiddleston. Sorry for any typos.  Enjoy. Let me know what you think ;)

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Chapter One

         He was a lonely man, he had to be because of his dangerous profession, however that didn’t stop him from day dreaming about a non existing woman in his life, who takes care of his deep wounds, who gives a soft kiss on his cheek before he leaves for ‘’work’’… he sighed heavily. Men like him didn’t get to have a proper life and he knew that one day he could be killed, so what’s the point of having a partner and leaving them behind? He didn’t notice that he was clenching his sharp jaw, ‘’Sir, we’re here.’’ The voice of his driver brought him back to the reality which he lived in. The window on his side was rolled down and he could smell the trash and dust, he hated this city but he couldn’t leave yet, he had to find him first. His driver parked the car somewhere close to the abandoned warehouse in New York City, place was quiet and abandoned,  perfect place for his dirty work. It was late at night so silence filled the area. Tom visited this place before many times during the day light, he found nothing other than few junkies and homeless people. His driver opened his door and he stepped out, his driver was an American man with long beard and soft brown eyes, he was as tall as him. ‘’Stay here, keep the car ready.’’ There was another car, it belonged to his men. He walked directly to this old shed standing short and ancient, the windows had a thick layer of dust and some were broken, the walls had moss. One of his men opened the door for him, the smell of moss and moist filled his nostrils. He walked in and saw 2 of his men guarding a bald man sitting on a chair, he had bruises on his face and arms. He looked up to meet his  icy blue eyes. ‘’Thomas William Hiddleston,’’ he said shocked, ‘’I didn’t know you English pigs could live in a colony-‘’ Tom moved his head slightly and one of his men punched the guy on his stomach. The bald man coughed up blood, his bald head had a tattoo, sigil of the Queens clan. He wasn’t young nor old, his black shirt had mud on it, the knees of his blue pants were dirty ‘’Where is he?’’ Tom asked, he never liked chit chat in situations like this one, ‘’Who?’’ the bald man asked, ‘’Do not play with me, I’ve tracked him for years and his last seen place is New York. Rumors say that he came to your boss for help. Now tell me,’’ he knelt to look the man’s eyes, ‘’where is he?’’ the bald man spit on to Tom’s pale face, he closed his eyes to calm himself and he inhaled deeply, he pulled out a dark blue handkerchief to wipe his face. ‘’He came to your clan seeking help, lead me to him and I will reward you. Join me and leave this small clan of yours, if you join me no one can hurt you.’’ Tom guessed that this bald man was afraid of his boss. ‘’I would rather die. Thanks tho. Aren’t you late for a tea party?’’ he had a big tongue which Tom would love to rip out from his dirty mouth. He pulled out his knife and thus the torture began.

After an hour of listening to his loud screaming Tom stopped,

‘’Any ideas now?’’  

The man was panting and bleeding on the cold ground. ‘’Why are you lookin for this man –fuck-‘’ Tom considered the possibility that this man might not know any info, ‘’He killed my father years ago and vanished. You see,’’ he cleaned his sharp knife with the dark blue handkerchief, ‘’my family seeks vengeance. If I don’t bring this man to justice others might think that Hiddleston family is weak. I will not be bullied by my rivals.’’ He put the handkerchief back to his pocket like he didn’t just tortured a man couple minutes ago, ‘’Promise- promise to let me go and- and,’’ he was breathing heavily, ‘’tell you what I know.’’ Tom tried to hide his excitement and slowly knelt, he brought his ear close to the bleeding man. ‘’Last year- a man came and ask protection from my boss, to- to protect someone… not him…’’ he was holding his wound and he passed out. ‘’Great.’’ Tom sighed, ‘’Bring him back to his clan, make sure he is still alive. I wouldn’t prefer to get on the wrong foot with their boss.’’

‘’Yes Sir.’’

He left the shed quickly and stepped into the night, the stars were shiny above his head, ‘’Where to Sir?’’ his driver asked as usual, ‘’Go with them. I need a drink.’’

As he was driving to the crowded city he cursed under his breath, for years he was working with circumspect steps and he was back to zero. ‘’Who do you want to protect old man?’’

The bar was crowded, people were eating and drinking with their friends and loved ones, he cautiously walked and sat on a stool. The yellow lights made the place look homely.

You looked at your watch, ‘’2 more hours and then I’m home.’’ You hated your job but the bills won’t pay themselves so you had no other option. ‘’Y/N, attend the bar. Right Now!’’ your boss yelled at your face and went back. If you could you would kill him right here right now. You pushed the dark brown door and walked into the crowd. ‘’Miss?’’ a man raised his hand to give his order. He looked tired, he had dark circles under his ocean blue eyes, his expensive 3 piece suit made you question why is he here. This was a local bar after all, ‘’Ready to order?’’ you asked kindly and looked at him directly, for some reason you wished you could look somewhere else because he looked intimidating. ‘’Yes, can I have a large beer and fries. Thank you.’’ His accent filled your ears, you didn’t have to take notes so you put your small notebook and pen into the deep pocket of your green apron. You went back to get the fries, as you were serving him you could feel his icy gaze on you, it burnt your skin. ‘’He is just a man, what is wrong with you?’’

‘’Thank you.’’ He said with a kind manner, ‘’You’re bleeding.’’ You couldn’t help but notice the fresh blood stain on his white sleeve, he raised his wrist to see, ‘’It’s not mine-‘’ he wanted to punch himself on the face right now, ‘’I mean, I’m fine. Thank you again.’’

As a bartender your job wasn’t just bringing the juice, you talked to your regular customers and listen to their troubles, giving them advice, however this particular British gentleman wasn’t a talkative person. ‘’Hey Y/N!’’ one of the regular customers approached to you as you gave him his beer, ‘’Hey Jack.’’ He eyed you up and down, ‘’You got a new tattoo, that’s cool.’’  You said, he was standing next to the British guy, curiosity made him lift his gaze from his plate and he saw it. The sigil of the Queens gang, ‘’Yeah yeah, listen.. are you free tomorrow?’’ you had to roll your eyes, ‘’No.’’ he always asked you out and you always said no, the problem was that most men didn’t take no as an answer. ‘’I have extra shift tomorrow but you are welcomed to come here and drink and leave a tip.’’

Jack wasn’t smiling anymore, he left a 5 dollar tip ‘’See ya around.’’

Tom understood that this Jack guy’s intentions weren’t nice, he didn’t care it wasn’t his business but the tone of his voice irritated him profoundly. No one should talk to a woman like she is an object. He wondered what happened to romance but he found himself lost in his dark thoughts. ‘’Men am I right?’’

Tom blinked twice to pull his mind and attention out of his thoughts –which could be scary for most people in this bar- ‘’Yes. Can I get another?’’ he drank the last sip of his beer and you brought another.

When your laughter died you noticed that the last customer was Tom, other works left because you were closing tonight. Tom looked around and you saw a hint o saddness falling to his ocean deep eyes. ‘’I should close the place for tonight.’’ You said kindly smiling. People often told you that you were easy to talk to and Tom was an example of that, at first he looked like a grumpy middle aged man but talking for an hour and half got him to laugh and smile, you noticed how the edges of his eyes got when he smiled and the pink dust covering his high cheek bones, and at that moment you thought that he should be in a museum because he looked like a Greek God, he had ageless beauty and charisma and you have never seen someone like that before. Tom’s cheeks were burning and he wasn’t used to this new sensation, ‘’I can wait for you to close the place. If you want of course.’’ He offered but the tone of his voice was demanding and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

‘’I will be taking the last bus. Thank you for waiting.’’ You said wearing your coat as you both were walking, ‘’Are sure there is a bus at this hour? It’s pretty late.’’ You didn’t have a car because you were saving money to move to a new apartment, your neighborhood wasn’t a safe environment. A wind blew and messed with your hair and Tom found himself wanting to push your soft looking hair behind your ear and see your face but he pulled himself together quickly, too much beer he thought.

‘’Damn it,’’ you looked at your watch, ‘’I’ve missed it 5 minutes ago. Great.’’

‘’Y/N , I feel responsible so please let me give you a lift home. It’s the least I can do.’’ He might be dangerous man but he would never turn his back and leave her alone like this, you weren’t sure about this. He was a nice man… too nice.. you couldn’t call your roommate Sam to pick you up because he was probably sleeping right now and you felt getting sleepy, it was a long night.

‘’Thank you Tom, you are too kind.’’

Chapter 2

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

Warnings; Mention of illness.

Pairings; Hannibal Lecter x Reader

OneShot/Drabble

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

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

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

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

‘’Hannibal, please sit.’’

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

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Coffee Shop

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

Warnings; None

Words; 547

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

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Chapter Four

Day Four

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

Day Five

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked up to meet hiz azure gaze.

''S- sure.''

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Audacity pt. 2

Summary; HI! Would you be able to do part 2 of Audacity i really liked it  ! Maybe it’s like Hannibal and y/n’s wedding and mason doesn’t stop flirting ?  Love your work babe. @hercherrysong

Warnings; None.

Hanibal x Female Reader 

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      After planning every little detail the big day has arrived, they were in Florence Italy. It was going to take place in Castello di Vincigliata, only a man like Hannibal would want to get married in an ancient castle, Y/N was fine with it, over the years she got accustom to his lavish life style and the idea of getting married like lords and ladies excited her. All of the guests arrived few days ago so they were using the castle as a hotel and Hannibal wasn’t a parsimonious man, he went big by hiring staff and ordering expensive food and drinks. 

As Y/N was getting ready in her room she took a glance on the tall mirror, Alana was helping her with the dress and other 2 servants were helping too, ‘’You look beautiful Y/N.’’ Alana said smiling but there was something in her eyes, sadness? ‘’I hope you know what you are getting yourself into.’’ Y/N knew what she meant, ‘’I will be fine Alana, don’t worry.’’ Her hair and makeup was done and with the final touches she was ready,

Her entire life she never thought that she would get married and now here she was, standing in a wedding dress. She chewed her red lip sullenly, ‘’I wish my parents were here.’’ She whispered to herself but Alana heard her, gently held her shaking hand, ‘’Don’t cry, you’ll ruin your makeup.’’ They laughed together.

Hannibal Lecter held traditional values at a high level so he didn’t come to see her before the wedding ceremony, he was standing at the altar watching the crowd talking and smiling and enjoying their time here, the sun was setting slowly and leaving a reddish colour on the stony walls of the castle, the music started and Y/N appeared with Jack Crawford, Jack was walking her down the aisle, she had a small smile on her lips, eyes on Hannibal. She looked like a Goddess, in fact she was more beautiful than any Goddess who walked on the Earth and he was afraid they would catch her hubris and take her away from him. She was so divinely beautiful that if she lived in Ancient Greece Hades would’ve kidnapped her, Zeus would’ve changed his form to be with her, Aphrodite would’ve challenged her and eventually her beauty and charms would’ve caused wars. As she was coming closer to him he could smell her perfume and the flowers she was holding. Jack left her standing right in front of Hannibal, he winked at her before the ceremony started, Priest who was an Italian man started to speak in English with a cute accent. ‘’Do you take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawful wife, to have and hold to, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer and poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you apart?’’

Hannibal was holding her hands feeling the wedding ring, ‘’Yes, I do.’’ A whistle came from the crowd, it was Will Graham, Hannibal’s friend, after the ceremony was done it was time for a dinner and party.

Y/N and Hannibal took their places at the head of the table, he stood up to make a speech, ‘’May I have your attention please, thank you all for accepting our invitation for our wedding ceremony. My heart lifts  to see your beautiful faces,  I must admit, before I saw my beautiful wife’s face  I’ve never thought of marriage and spending the rest of my life with someone, when I saw her for the first time I thought…’’ he thought of his words for a second, ‘’What a unique creation of God,’’ Y/N felt her cheeks go red, ‘’thank you again for joining us, enjoy your evening.’’  And he lifted his champagne glass,

the guests started to applause, on their left and right their close friends were seated and the staff was bringing the food and drinks, at the corner a group of musicians were playing soft tunes. Instantly Hannibal noticed Mason Verger’s eyes on Y/N, she was unaware, talking to Alana who was sitting next to Margot Verger, they seemed to get along and Y/N was happy for them. Actually, Y/N was the one who introduced them to each other and she watched their relationship blossom. Hannibal Lecter was fed up with Mason and his behaviors especially towards his wife. Yes, finally Y/N was his wife and he was her husband, they belong to each other, they promised to be faithful and Hannibal knew Y/N wouldn’t do anything to hurt him but Mason was a man who pushes people nonstop to get what he wants.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hTvc3f83Ws&t=9s (this is the waltz son)

After the dinner Y/N and Hannibal stood up to dance waltz, they loved dancing to waltz all the time, even in their home Hannibal would play a song and they would waltz until they were tired. Hannibal guided her to the center of the stage, they were to first ones to dance,  ‘’What a vision you are.’’ Hannibal said observing her perfect face, he was a man who loved observing art and a piece of art was before his maroon eyes, she seemed to fall into the haunted darkness that lingers in his gaze. She knew what kind of a man he was, he explained it to her years ago but it still scared her, there was still a one percent potential of Hannibal murdering Y/N but she found herself thinking that she would gladly get on her knees and accept the death because it would be coming from him, from the love of her life.

‘’You look like a Disney prince Hannibal, every girl’s and boy’s dream.’’ It made him laugh, ‘’Hope I’m your dream prince.’’ He joked as they were dancing, soon their peace was interrupted by Mason who asked Y/N’s hand for dance, it would be rude not to accept it so she gave an apologetic smile to Hannibal and took Mason’s extended hand.

‘’You look beautiful Mrs. Lecter.’’ He said with a thin edge in his tone, he looked resentful, ‘’Thank you Mason. I must say you look handsome in that 3 piece suit.’’ She was just being kind, ‘’You should see me without it.’’ He said laughing, Y/N didn’t find it funny. ‘’It breaks my heart to see you with him.’’ Mason said, she studied his face to see if he was telling the truth or he just wanted her as a reward, like a stag head to hang it on his wall and impress others, he was actually telling the truth.

‘’Is he in love with me?’’

A chill went through her because Hannibal was dancing with Alana Bloom and they were close, he was listening to their conversation. ‘’I’m sure you can find someone to help with that.’’ Y/N said, ‘’Why did you accept him? I just want to know because there is age gap between you two, and you don’t belong in the same world.’’

Mason wasn’t wrong, Hannibal and Y/N lived different lives until they met, ‘’I don’t think it would be a problem.’’ She replied shortly.

‘’May I have my bride back?’’ Hannibal approached to them with an icy tone, Y/N could only wish that he would be patient and not to kill Mason right here. ‘’Of course Hannibal.’’

Throughout the night they danced, drank and Hannibal watched Mason flirt with Y/N, thankfully her beauty matched her intellect so she was quick at making jokes and changing the subject. ‘’He must be taken care of soon.’’ He thought when the night came to an end, guests were going back to their rooms and Hannibal knew here Y/N was. She was at the garden of the castle, he put his jacket on her cold shoulders, she was watching the sky, ‘’Imagine living in a castle like this one. Such a aesthetic.’’

‘’I’ve once lived in a mansion with my uncle Roberto which looked like a castle, so many hidden doors and passages… my sister Misha and I used to hide and seek. It would take us hours to find each other.’’ Y/N was surprised he was opening about his past life and childhood because Hannibal only mentioned that he was an orphan and adopted by his uncle once, and he never spoke about it again until now. ‘’We are family now Hannibal.’’

‘’I know, and families look after one another so do not worry about Mason Verger, he will have his karma soon.’’ He was hugging her from behind, gave a small kiss on her head, ‘’Hannibal please don’t do it on our wedding day.’’ She knew what Hannibal was capable of, ‘’I will never ruin our important day, don’t fret my love. As soon as we get back to our home I’ll start the process.’’ Hannibal Lecter was a possessive man who cannot accept the fact that Mason lusts for his wife, Mason’s fate was to die and he was goin to be his executioner.

Y/N was relieved, she turned to face him, ‘’Shall we enjoy our wedding night?’’ she asked sounding innocent yet with a touch of concupiscence. A smirk formed on his plump lips and lifted his bride into his arms in a traditional way, Y/N was giggling like a child, ‘’Hannibal! You don’t have to be this traditional. You’re gonna hurt yourself put me down.’’

Hannibal was walking towards their room, ‘’I won’t take no as an answer darling, when we get back home I will carry like this again.’’

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Bookworm

Pedro Pascal x Female Reader

One Shot, drabble!

Warnings; None.

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A/N; Sorry for any typos, let me know if you liked it. Stay safe guys. 💛

             Covid didn’t make anything easy for you, especially your college life. After quarantine you were so bored and about to lose your mental health so you decided to visit a library and study there. Thankfully coffee shops and other places were open, you got your coffee and headed to the library. You had an assignment to finish so you sat and opened your laptop and books. You were so focused that you didn’t see or hear a man sitting right in front of you, well he was silent too. You casually decided to look up and around you and saw a tall man sitting and reading a book. He had a small notebook and he was taking notes. He looked too old to be a college student, a professor? You have never seen him in your university, if you had you would’ve know because even though he had a colorful mask on he looked handsome. He had a black shirt and you could see his golden skin color. After studying for hours you wanted to take a break and observe this man. Being in quarantine obviously made you hornier than usual but there was something special about this man. He had his glasses on, and for a second he got distracted and looked up, he had brown eyes, you averted your gaze and looked at the screen of your laptop. Did he notice that you were checking him out? You took a deep breath under your purple mask and kept studying. Later you saw him leave his table he was headed to the bathroom and you had a crazy idea. You ripped off a white piece of paper and wrote; ‘’Would you like to grab lunch after we finished studying?’’ and you draw small boxes that said yes or no. You didn’t forget to add a small smile and before he came back you left it on his table and sat back.

Your heart was beating fast, you have never took a bold action like this one in your entire life but something in you told you to go for it. I mean, the worst case scenarios is he says no and leaves and you never see him again and then you started to wonder what would happen if he were to say yes. You felt your cheeks go red, you were nervous and watching his tall frame coming to settle in his seat didn’t help, you already regretted your decision and wished you could go back in time and keep your nose in your own mess. He noticed the paper, put his glasses on –you thought it was cute- and read it, the edge of his eyes told you that he had a smile, he looked up and saw you. There was no one close to both of you so apparently it was you. He got his pen and choose his answer and then he got up, came to your table, you felt so small under his tall body. He left the paper and placed his hands on the brown table. ‘’Open it.’’ He said and this was the first time you heard his voice, it sounded familiar. Without a word you opened it and it said, ‘’I would love to gorgeous. 😉’’  you looked up to meet his shiny brown eyes, ‘’I will be done in 20 minutes, if that’s okay with you we can leave together?’’ he asked. You were expecting a rejection so you were lost for words, his manly cologne filled your covered nostrils, ‘’I would love that.’’ You replied and hoped he didn’t hear the shaking in your voice. ‘’Good, I’m Pedro Pascal by the way.’’ He extended his hand boldly and then it hit you, he was the Pedro Pascal, the actor one.  ‘’Y/N Y/L/N.’’

‘’Y/N, that’s a unique name.’’ He said and the tone of his voice dripped diablerie, it was charismatic and unusual to you.

‘’Thank you.’’ You managed to say, before someone in the library told you both to shut up he whispered, ‘’See you in 20 minutes.’’ He winked at you andgot back to his table. Today was your lucky day. 

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