You are the herbology assistant who organises the potion's plant stock. Tension grows between you and it breaks at the yule ball
This is a short story based on the song Tear you apart by She want's revenge. Inspired by an edit by Jxschysed!ts, it is so good
(Written with she/her pronouns)
Warnings: sex, biting
It was late, and Severus sat in his personal quarters, his palm against his cheek to support his distracted mind. He was lit by a few winking candles which sent long shadows against his dark green walls. Severus was trying his uttermost to focus on marking. Such a task was terribly difficult as you filled his mind. He closes his dark eyes. This is just a momentary thought he thinks. Yet he leans back indulging himself in thinking of you.
You are the new herbology assistant, working for Professor Sprout in growing and keeping the potion master's collections fully stocked with all types of plant matter. You had replaced a rather incompetent old man who had of in the role since before time immamorial. Unlike him you are attentive and his potions where enhanced due to the quality of your ingredients. You where also rather solicitous to him, often knocking on the door to his office with quill and parchment in hand. At first Severus found you irritating and you strange that instead of sending him an owl you sought him out in his private study. His rather abrasive language to keep you at arms length did little to quell your nosiness. Soon he, without realising, began to expect you, unconsciously his black mood lightening at the little knock and the way you peeped gingerly behind the door at him. Severus also began to notice you during his duties. A few times he had almost bumped into you on your errands or in corners of the potions classroom. Once he entered his stock cupboard to see you halfway up a ladder. Such a close proximity to you began to get under his skin, your presence turning from an annoyance to a tolerating to a like.
Today, however, he had come upon you at the worst possible moment, in a classroom cupboard that fitted just one. Severus had burst in on autopilot, the door shutting behind him and crashed into you with his chest as you where about to leave. Startled you inched backwards, hitting the shelves behind you. You stared up at him with your doe-like eyes, meeting his dark black ones. For a moment you both stood still, Severus pressed closely into you. A dark thought suddenly billowed through his mind - of one hand grabbing your back to sharply pull you into him and his other pulling your chin roughly towards his to kiss you hard. For a moment his fingers twitch in anticipation but his thoughts where interrupted with you murmuring his name.
Severus cleared his throat quietly, restraining himself, and slowly he inched backwards out the door. You, eyes to the floor hurried out, clutching your notepad to your chest. Severus watched you go, a frown pulling at his cold face.
Such a look tugged at his lips again as he leaned forwards and tried again to focus on his work. He had got to a tedious paper with the writer attempting to argue a rather ludicrous point about the ethics of using truth serum. Soon again his mind returns to the closet. He remembers your surprise, the way your pupils widened and your cheeks became tinged with red. Oh how warm you looked in that moment. He imagined feeling the warmth of your face against his cold hand, and you leaning into it. How soft your lips must be, which in the cupboard had quivered in surprise. He could just imagine your lips against his, you grasping at his robes, him entangling his fingers in your hair to pull you closer. Severus sighed, picturing your laboured breathing and your closed eyes as he presses himself against you. One of his hands slips of the table, fiddling with his robes and undoing his fly. For a moment he yields to his mind, feeling his hardness through his boxers. He was about to pull his straining cock out when the grandfather clock that stood behind him chimed twelve midnight.
His eyes flicked open and he grimaces, all of a sudden feeling rather stuffy in his room. His eyes flick back to his marking and he stands abruptly, needing some fresh air. "This is just a crush" he mutters to himself as he makes his out of the dungeons and finds himself in the main greenhouse. It was dark and cool, with the soothing sound of rain patterning against the glass. Every so often the moon stole a peek through the cloud, illuminating the space with a silvery sheen.
"Up late I see" a voice says from across the room.
"Pomona" Severus replies, keeping his eyes straight toward a large flowering ditany plant.
"Do you need anything?" she asks, coming closer toward him
Severus ignored her.
"You've seemed rather distracted" she murmurs. After a moment of silence she continues. "Is it the tournament?" she asks "and the ghost of a past life?"
"the ghost is manageable" Severus replies curtly, thinking of Igor's constant pestering.
Pomona senses his dark tone and quickly changes the subject "well is there any plant matter needed for your stock?" she asks
"Nothing at this time" he replies.
"Well (y/n) has been rather wonderful at her job" Pomona replies, her pride for you beaming as brightly as the moon shone at that moment. Severus on the other hand scowls, he had left his quarters to escape his thoughts, yet now they all came flooding back again. The moon had disappeared behind cloud and he pulled at his collar, once again feeling claustrophobic in his thick robes.
"I might just steal her away for some teaching hours" she adds
"You shall do no such thing" Severus snaps but immediately he shuts his mouth, realising what he said. He pulled further at his collar.
"is she too good to lose?" she titters. "Well I cannot change her job description till the end of the school year, so enjoy her till then" she shakes her head and turns. "Nighty Night Severus"
Severus doesn't reply, quickly making his way out of the greenhouses. Through the dark he strides feeling even more suffocated and awkward. To his horror he turns a corner and comes face to face with you, a lit wand in your hand. He shrinks backwards into the shadows but it was too late.
"Severus" you say, a smile forming on your lips. Severus doesn't reply, for a moment frozen but quickly he recovers.
"Professor" he replies and gives you curt nod as he speeds past you like a bat fleeing from a hungry owl. It doesn't take him long to return to the sanctuary of his personal quarters before he makes a bigger fool of himself.
"It's just a silly figment of my imagination" he repeats as sheds his heavy robes off himself and dragging himself into bed, finally finding comfort in his warm covers.
Your POV:
You had a fright when Severus materialised out of the darkness as you returned from patrol. You where partly glad he had barreled past you in a hurry. You still feeling rather embarrassed from that morning. Of being wedged between Severus and the wall, him staring down at you with his intense black eyes. You could feel his body beneath his robes and smell his black musk and exotic incense aftershave which clung to his body. He was so dangerously overpowering in that moment, making you completely disorientated, your heart pounding in anticipation, your cheeks burning and your body tingling.
"Severus" you murmur and unconsciously you pressed further against him. Severus seemed to snap out of his trance and looked away from your eyes and slowly backed out of the cupboard. This movement opened the door, letting light stream into the dark space. Part of you was disappointed at this reaction, your body beginning to ache in all the right places. Quickly you bounded out of the cupboard and into the hallway. For a moment you stood still, trying to calm your breathing and hugging your notepad close to your bosom.
You held the same notepad now as you made your way to your private quarters, keeping your eyes open for the dominating potions master
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A few days has past and you hadn't seen Severus in that time, being kept busy with growing and preparing mandrakes for the second year class. Before you knew it the yule ball was upon the school and it was abuzz with excitement. Pomona was supposed to be on chaperoning duty for the afterparty, but feigned, with a twinkle in her eye, that she was stricken with rather nasty migraine. and now you stood there in your quarters in your mucky robes starting into your cupboard with dismay. If only she had burdend this with you earlier, rather than coming in a few hours before while you where tending to the plants and joking that "no you cannot bring a mandrake as your date".
Your eyes catch your smartest robe and a similarly coloured flowing dress which seemed to match the dress code of a grand winter celebration.
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It didn't take long for you to be ready and congregate in the great hall. You marveled at the magnificence of the decoration, a huge Christmas tree stood on the back platform and from it white and grey effervescent fabric was draped and ballooned out above your head. The roof mirrored the dark sky, with little white crystal flakes falling about you and disappearing before they touched the ground.
"No Pomona tonight?" Minerva asks, coming up behind you and standing with you.
"She sends her apologies" you say
"Well she isn't one for parties, nor partial to uncomfortable clothes" Minerva replies, "but you look splendid"
"thank you" you reply in surprise, taken aback. "and so do you"
"Thank you dear" she replies. "Now your duties for tonight will be to enjoy yourself at the dance and then patrol to" she pauses for a moment unsure how to say. "to interrupt intrepid students in the castle and her grounds"
You cringe at the thought and wished you had refused to fill in for Pomona.
Soon students began to assemble and the doors closed, ready for the champions and their dates to enter. You stand off to the side, watching Severus slips in and stands with Minerva and Albus. He seemed to have not put much thought into his outfit, donned in his signature black. You try your best not to think about him, his dark eyes and the way his body pressed into yours. Thankfully, with the doors opening you where able to watch as the champions entered and began to dance to the music skillfully conducted by Filius. Soon Albus and Minerva join them and you inch forwards closer to the dance floor. You hadn't noticed Severus had done the opposite and you meet each other a few steps away from the waltzing,
"Professor" he says, straightening his back and clasping his hands behind him.
"Here to dance?" you ask, looking up at Severus as scoffs at your suggestion. Now closer to him, you noticed that Severus wasn't in his usual garb, he was donned in a black frock coat and he had slightly curled the front few strands of hair. He meets your eyes and you are immediately taken back to a few days ago and you quickly look away, analysing the dancers.
Severus joins you in watching them. He hadn't expected you to attend as your name was not on the rota. When his eyes fell on you his mind raced. He found, regretfully, that he couldn't take his eyes off you in your robe and formfitting dress that was so different from your usual dirt covered flaxen outfit.
"I am waiting for the opportune moment to leave" he replies after a while of silence.
"Yes this isn't really my cup of tea" you reply, watching as the students became more rowdy, pulling their partners to the dance floor. "and not what I thought I'd spend tonight doing"
"Yes I noticed you have stood in for Professor Sprout"
"She said she had a migraine"
"Perhaps I too have a migraine" Severus says flatly and begins to move backwards. He was fed up of watching others dance and was beginning to feel rather hot under the collar again.
"Perhaps I can find some mistletoe" you reply absent mindedly, trying to follow him. Severus raises one eyebrow and you realise "Mistletoe, it is used for a simple poison antidote" you add, trying not to go red in embarrassment at the connotation. By Merlin you wished that he had kissed you in the closet, at least then it might be less awkward.
Severus moves further back. He was so conflicted, he wanted you but he knew the danger of letting himself have you, knowing he wouldn't be able to control himself if you let him. To his dismay and excitement you edge backwards with him and soon you find yourself in the small hallway that led to the back of the great hall.
The door swings shut behind you with a click and you stand together in the shadowy corridor which still held the echo of music from the main chamber. You stand a few inches apart and for a moment you stare at each other in the same way you both did before in the closet .
"Severus I" you begin, your breath catching in your throat and your fingers tingling. You moved forward, filling the gap between you and your hands slightly graze his. Severus looks down at you, his own hands begging to clench. Suddenly Severus' gaze becomes deeper, as you let him into your head. In surprise Severus finds you as needy and begging for his touch as he has for you. For a moment he stops, is this right? But he made up his mind, and in one movement he pushes you against a stone wall into the shadows behind the inside of the door. His breath was sharp and deep, for a moment you stare at each other and then his lips where roughly on yours, pushing ever further. Your heart skips a beat and after a moment of surprise you kiss back, your hands reaching up and resting against Severus' sides. One of his reaches up, cupping your cheek in his cold hand to lift your face even closer. All other things dissipated in that moment, the stress and responsibilities which burdened you both giving way to two people hungry and desperate for each other.
For a moment you become dizzy and your lips part and you breathe heavily against each other. He stares into your eyes, his nose grazing your cheek. He wanted more, feeling his hardness struggle against his tight trousers. In an instant his lips where back on yours with deeply fervent kisses, while his other hand slips under your robe, lightly caressing your dress-clad sides, it felt wrong to grab your skin, well at least for the moment. His leg pushes between your legs, touching your aching core and making you for him to press against it. For a moment the two of you are in shaking bliss, not wishing ever to stop then suddenly the door clicks and part of the hallway is filled with light.
Immediately Severus lets go of your lips and presses himself against you, his chin above your head, nuzzled into your hair. He couldn't help but smell your scent and feel the softness of your strands against his cheek. You try not to make a noise, your face wedged between the stone and Severus' hard chest. Together you hide in the shadows, Severus' black robes shielding you as the person walks away from the pair of you.
You both stand silently as the person walks away and after what seemed like an age the door clicked back into place, tenebrosity enveloping the hallway once again. Tentatively Severus moves away, this hallway was not the right place for these deeds to occur.
"Come" he says flatly, grasping your wrist and pulling you away into the darkness.
You stumble forward, your heart beating out of your chest as he pulls you down a spiral staircase into the dungeons, along a corridor and through a door. He pulls you in, closes the door and pushes you against it, two arms by your ears.
"Severus" you say, your body aching deeply
"you have haunted my mind" Severus almost spits at you in frustration, his face was so close to yours and again you began to spiral, the same smell, the same eyes. Being in private Severus felt he could kiss harder and faster, intertwining his hands through your lovely smelling hair. His other hand traces your hips again and grippes you, holding you close against him.
You stop for a moment, breathing heavily. You felt completely overcome with need for him and you press your lips against his once again. He eagerly meets you, and maneuvering your hair he pushes you ever further into him. Severus becomes more intense, biting at your lip in turn and his leg pushing between yours again. You sigh against his kisses at his movements, your body beginning to ache deliciously. You begin to push against his leg, craving so much more and relief. A wicked smirk seems to form on Severus' lip and your lips part.
"Tell me you need this" Severus whispers
"I do" you stutter over your words in anticipation. "Please Severus I need you". In response he pulls you backwards, letting you go and makes his way through a door. You realised you where in his personal quarters and had been kissing in his private potions lab. The room was large and cold, filled with dark green light. Slowly you follow behind Severus and find yourself in his bedroom. It was tall and clad in green. His bed to your left and the potions master stood in front of it on a a thick rug. He had taken off his great coat and came to the final button of his robes revealing a smart white shirt. Shakely, due to the cold of the room and the exhilarating events, you pull of your robe. Severus comes toward you and takes it from your hand, hanging it with his great coat and sits on the bed, watching you as he slowly removes his cufflinks and places it on his nightstand.
You advance, toward him and he stands, cupping his cold hand against your warm cheek and his other hand going to your back and fiddling at the zip of your dress. Agonisingly slowly he pulls it down, causing you to break out in goosebumps across your body. For a moment which seemed like forever you just stare at each other as he teases your zip down. You couldn't bare it any further and you quickly fiddle with your dress, completely pulling it down. You shiver against the cold air and his colder hand. Your hands reach out to his dress shirt and begin to undo his buttons, revealing skin underneath which you brush with your fingers. You noticed how pronounced his collar bones are and how he had a slight trail of hair beginning at his lower abdomen. One hand you rest against his bare chest and your other you begin to pull his shirt of but he takes your wrist to stop you and pulls you closer, with a hand snaking round and undoing your bra. Being so close to Severus you feel his bulge which pressed through the fabric of his trousers against your lower abdomen. Your breath catches and he pushes closer, his hardness brushing your aching core. You breath heavily, letting Severus slowly move you so your back was now to the bed and gently he pushes you down. You where completely bare to him bar your panties which you knew where completely sodden. You watch as Severus fiddles with his trousers, his fingers brushing his hair as he does so and in a swift movement he pulls them down and climbs above you on the bed. His white shirt still clung to his back as he lowers himself and presses his cool flesh against yours.
It felt like Severus was made for you and your arms snake under his shirt and grip his back, pulling him further into yourself. Severus tried his best to be gentle, as he once again laced his fingers through your hair and pulled you to his lips.
It felt so right as your lips met again, your body fitted together perfectly like two puzzle pieces and you pressed against each other wishing that two could become one in the mere act. Severus let his full weight lean against you as his other hand brushes against your skin and meeting your breast, feeling how soft and supple it was in his fingers. To this you begin to push your pelvis against his, feeling his warm throbbing dick through your panties and against your lower stomach. Oh how much you needed him inside you.
You kiss harder, trying your best to signal to your lover your desperate need of him. Severus on the other hand was trying not to lose control and tear your body apart with his own. He was so mesmerised with you how warm and soft your skin was. He needed to feel your warmth all over him. You both let go and you stare up at him with so much need in your eyes. Severus looked down, his hair perfectly framing his face. He no longer could he hold himself back.
With a tug of your hair he pulls your head round and lowers so that his lips touched your ear. "I'm going to tear you apart" he whispers, and bites your ear greedily, his hot breath tickling your skin. You writhe and whimper against him, your whole body now aching for him to stimulate you. Severus lets go and his hand reaches down, pulling down your panties and cupping you in his hand. He is taken aback at how warm your core is and pushes his ring and middle finger into you. You take a sharp breath in and thrust your hip against his hand. He was so cold and you moan quietly has he pulls out and stares at his fingers slick with you. Severus edges back, kneeling over your hips and teasing his cock with his wet fingers.
Your breath hitches at the sight of the potions master, his hair tussled, shirt hanging limply against him and his large dick already glistening with precum. Your heart beats in your throat as he once again leans over you, guiding his tip against you. For a moment he leaves himself there savoring the moment as you grind your hips against him in your selfish need for motion and feeling. Without warning and a grunt, Severus thrusts deeply into you. You moan loudly at this, closing your eyes and gripping his dark green sheets in your hands in pleasure. Unlike his fingers, his dick was so warm and thick, filling you up so perfectly.
Severus could hardly constrain himself and he leans further down, levering himself so he could quicky and affectively thrust in and out of you without mercy. This was exactly what he wanted, it felt so right to be enveloped by your soft and warm body and for him to use it to whatever he seemed fit.
One hand moves to your breast, feeling it's softness in his fingers and your hard nipple which he pinches harshly. You shiver at his cold fingers and close your eyes ever tighter, feeling overstimulated by his actions. The aching of your clit becomes worse and you begin to rock your hips with the potions master's heavy movements, needing to find some relief. Severus notices this and slowly he traces his way down from your hard nipple down to your diaphragm to your stomach and further till he reaches a few inches from your aching clit. You groan in anticipation, rocking your hips again to try and feel the sensation you where longing for. What seemed like an age occurred of him hitting your insides and teasing your clit by his fingers resting ever so closely.
"Severus" you whimper, one of your hands grabbing his and trying to force his fingers to move against your throbbing bud. In response Severus slaps your hand and completely stops. The room is suddenly silent, your heavy breathing filling it completely.
"Be patient" he snarls "Or I shan't continue" you mewl weakly to this, slowly removing your hand from his. "Good girl" he cooes and after a few moments of agonising waiting he continues his onslaught. Finally his fingers rest on your clit and he slows his thrusts to draw large circles against your aching bud with his two fingers.
You murmur his name again, tears beginning to sting your eyes. You feel his dick throbbing against your walls and you can tell he was so close. You open your eyes to see that Severus had closed his and a look desperation had befallen upon it. His hair was disheveled and slightly sticking to his sweaty face. You reach up and pull him further toward you by the back of his head, catching his lips in yours. He groans against your lips, kissing back slowly as his hand on your clit stops and he grabs your hips in effort to push himself further and further, trying to chase his orgasm which was so so close. His lips let go of yours and he leans his head above your shoulder, taking your skin in his teeth and biting hard as he cums deeply inside you, completely filling you with his warmth. Immediately his full weight leans against you and his thrusts become sloppy as he chases it to the end.
You let out a shaky breath, your aching feeling ever more urgent. Severus on the other had was still and silent. His eyes where closed against the covers, he was trying his best to come down from the dizzy high and also noticing the exhaustion which was pulling at his body. Sleep called for him but he ignored it, shakily pushing himself back above you and pulling out. He noticed the way his cum oozed out of you and his face contorts to disgust at the way it seeped onto his sheets.
"Severus" you groan, pulling him out of his trance. He looks at you with his dark eyes, the intensity had gone from them and you noticed how tired he looked. You frowned, looking away feeling bad at how much you still throbbed for his touch. Severus reads this and his hand returns to you, his fingers moving through your folds, feeling the mixture of your juices. Slowly he edges further up, finding your clit again and begins his circling once more, this time with a purpose. You breath out a sigh of happiness as your hips shake with your building pleasure. Severus enjoyed watching this, the way you reacted at his every move and touch, you where completely at his mercy and such a fact grounded him.
"Faster, please faster" you groan and he obeys, his fingers twirling your clit deliciously. His other hand reaches up and takes your nipple again, stimulating it between his two fingers in such a way that left you shaking and moaning for him. You where so close. Your hips tremble as you orgasm for him, the wave of pleasure completely wash over you. You let out a broken moan, grasping at the blankets and for a moment all you can think is Severus.
The pleasure passes and you lie there in the aftermath, your eyes half closed and your clit throbbing with pleasure. Severus shifts away from you, sheds his shirt and lies beside you, face staring at the dark roof. There you two rest. The tension between the two of you completely quenched, giving way to contentment.
An Interest in Ghorman // Krennic x Reader. Chapter 1
Heya this is the first part in a story between Orson Krennic and the child of Dasi Oran
8 BBY
You are the aide of your father Dasi Oran, senator for your home planet Ghorman. You call it your home planet but in actuality you had spent little time there, spending most of your life on Coruscant in the Apprentice Legislature programme at the senate and then graduating from the University of Coruscant. Now you where working with your father you found yourself often travelling, learning, and teaching about your Ghorman cultural heritage. You aide your father in official political business, controlling his correspondences, diary, and giving a quiet constant voice of support.
This is where you find yourself, sitting in the Imperial Senate and musing over why your father decided to come to this particularly boring session on changing traffic bylaws on Brentaal IV. You looked down at a crude drawing that you had created in likeness to the speaker, with a tap of your finger it is gone and the order of the day appeared. You thanked the stars that the session would be over soon.
"Change of plan" a gentle voice of your father murmurs "Mon has twisted my arm to stay for on for the next session" you give a slight bored sigh "and yes I feel the same" he says, anticipating your verbal response.
You busy yourself at your data pad, bringing up a spreadsheet of the day "The session on Geonosis?" you ask, tapping to see more information pop up on the screen. "How does this relate to us?"
"It doesn't, especially with their separatist history" your father replies with scorn, he leans over to peer at your datapad, both sets of eyes scan it for a moment. "turnout will be low and so she has insisted the attendance of all senators that still owe her"
"How many more favors do you owe her?" you ask, looking up at Mon, she sat high above you, she looked as regal as always, adorned in a flowing red and brown dress, with a blue jewel set on her thorax.
"Very few" he replies "but as you have learnt a great deal of politics is nodding and sitting". You nod absent mindedly, focused on reading the session information - Geonosis had fallen out of history after the clone wars, and growing gossip from the lower levels of Coruscant suggested something nefarious was occurring to the planet and population. Such talk combined with radio silence from the system led to an enquiry and the session.
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A few hours had past and the session on Genosis begun. The first session was low on numbers, but even less attended: only handful of ex-separatist senators and the small group Mon had persuaded. The session began with listing the enquiries of the committee. It is short. You wondered how much of this was built upon the hearsay spawned from the lower levels. It did not take long for the Imperial witness to be called to take the stand and answer. Imperial pen-pushers came and went without sparking much interest in you, this was until a "Director Orson Krennic" was called.
A tall handsome man swept into center stage and somehow filled the huge room with an overbearing aura. He is clad in a spotless high collared white double-breasted tunic that stood out against both the monochromatic chamber and his jet black trousers and black leather gloves. His hair was brown and flecked with white. The most interesting thing you found out the newcomer, apart from his good looks and large rank plaque, was his white cape which cut two diagonal lines from his collar to the top of his shoulders and then draped leisurely against his back. It was rare for you to see white uniforms, but you had never come across one who wore a matching cape.
The beginning of the discussion made you jump out of your analysis of the man. "The committee of this enquiry has been made aware of the role you have taken managing engineering in the Geonosis system. We wish to ask what such work included and the status of the Geonosian population"
For a moment the hall is silent and expectant. Orson places his gloved hands against the sides of the box, his leather clad fingers curling as he leans forward slightly, his cape swaying at his side. "My time in Geonosis was very short and I have no business there at this present time" he stated. His voice is deep and guttural with a slight lisp. It made you quake. "I oversaw the project of celestial power on the planet. This was the transition of clone war era droid factories into facilities for self-sufficient energy and resource production. The goal was to provide Imperial luxuries to populous who have led a backwards existence. Such a goal has been achieved" he finishes and crosses his arms.
At this you look at your father with a strained expression, he meets you with a similar look.
"In all respect Director you haven't answered my entire question" Mon Mothma asks, giving Orson a glare. "What of the population and is there a no access to the system?"
To this he smirks. "The Emperor has had many audiences with the Queen of the Stalgasin hive" he replies "she has made it abundantly clear that the Geonosians are greatly grieved with trauma from the clone wars, and therefore wish for no outside contact, especially those planets originally in the Galactic Republic." Orson sighs, pressing his two fingers against the bridge of his nose "We have made this clear in multiple official statements. I am not sure why such an issue has been pressed further." his hands return to the box again and his tone grows darker. "We are all well aware of this chamber's history, it rings with contempt and violence towards Geonosis and it's insectoids. Now they have chosen to return to their native ways, suddenly this chamber acts like the clone wars never occurred." Orson tone brightens slightly but he stares darkly at Mon. "and with that I hope this exiguous group of senators are contented".
"we are well aware of the press releases on the subject" she replies, meeting Orson's gaze. "However I am of the opinion that the Imperial senate warrant more than scraps of broadcasts."
Orson stiffened, his face laced with irritation that he was still being questioned. "Such an opinion should be raised with the Grand Vizier" Krennic replies coldly. "But I hope I have supplied you the satisfaction of reciting official broadcasts to you all" Orson finishes, not before muttering under his breath "I had assumed this chamber with such prestigious members have the ability to read but seemingly I was wrong". Not everyone picked up this parting shot.
Orson's eyes flick away from Mon's and he runs his eyes over the few number of senators with almost a merry twinkle forming in his eye, he was greatly entertained by the meager amount of people who attended the hearing. It was almost worth the haste just to see this pitiful display of the senate. For a few moments his eyes catch the pod that you and your father sat in.
"Well then that is all I wished to ask" Mon Mothma spits, she had heard his parting words and was most displeased. To this Krennic whisks around and in a flurry of white he returned to his seat in the main area of the witness pod. He almost slouched as he watched the session with the air of a man satisfied, he had sucked the little vigor that the committee held and the session finished soon after.
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Fili x reader, you two are on a date. You suddenly go for the kiss - and stab yourself on one of his many hidden blades. You die.
Elrond x reader, for his birthday you gave him eyebrow tweezers. You die.
Feanor x reader, you’re in the afterlife and he won’t shut up about the dwarf who got three (3) of Galadriel’s hairs.
Azog x reader, you thought using his prosthetic stabby arm to cook smores would make for a good bonding experience. You die. He eats the smores.
Gimli x reader, you were the orc who got Gimli’s axe embedded in your nervous system. You were twitching because you liked it.
Gandalf’s staff x reader, you are a moth. You cannot resist the glow (nsfw)
Coffeeshop AU Grima Wormtongue x reader, he’s the assistant manager always convincing the manager to make working conditions for the baristas worse and you’re a karen. 140k slowburn
LOTRO au #1. You and the ranger Saeradan go on a date to to Bree. You mithril coin from west gate to south gate. He’s disgusted and he breaks up with you
LOTRO au #2 Golodir x reader (nsfw). After a night of hot steamy sex you say something that Lorniel always used to say, triggering his ptsd and he stabs you, killing you instantly
LOTRO au #3 Bingo Boffin x reader, you are following him around Middle Earth on his nonsense and he’s captured by orcs. You don’t get to him in time. Torture, extreme whump, hurt/comfort, major character death, dead dove do not eat
Thranduil x elf!reader. You try to help him find love again after the death of Legolas’s mother. He gets angry, and banishes you. You cry and sail to the undying lands
Male!reader x that one uruk hai, you show him just how delicious “manflesh” can be ;) (nsfw)
Warning: one shot turn nsfw, swearing. I didn’t edit it, so there will be mistakes
You sat, bored, in the passanger seat of Sniper’s beat up camper van. You had been on the road since the day before and would not get to your destination until the day after. The road stretched endlessly in front of the van and you closed your eyes, wanting to look at something more interesting than the grey tarmac and the plain outback.
You where travelling to the next assignment place, the administrator had helicopter travelling arrangements for everyone but one. Seeing as sniper was already driving to the location, a name was pulled of a hat to go with him, unfortunately it was yours. ‘What bloody luck’ you thought, imagining that the rest of your team mates where already settled and ordering pizza.
“Oi, wake up” a voice said, pushing you. You jumped as Sniper chuckled at your response. “We are stopping for the night” You nodded, watching the sun slowly set as sniper pulled over and stopped the car.
“You could have been a little gentler” you said as the van came to an abrupt stop. “She’s used to it” Sniper said, tapping the front of the dash with his hand. ”There’s a good girl” he said to the car. You side eyed him at his weird display of affection and got out of the passenger seat. You stretched, your whole body complained at the length of time you had been sitting for. For a moment you enjoyed the fresh air before turning and entering the main part of the camper van.
“What food to you have” you ask sniper as he unlocked the main part of the caravan.
“Cans” Sniper said. “Oi don’t want to go hunting” he took his hat, placing it on the hook on the back of the door while you tried to find the cans he was referring to.
“Crocodile chunks?” you ask, taking the can in question out.
“It’s nutritious” sniper said, taking his jacket and shirt off, you look away, concentrating on reading the can’s information. You feel a figure behind you as sniper reaches over you to grab a packet of some kind of tea. You give him a tentative look as he places his kettle on the stove, he was wearing a white vest, showing off his tanned arms, they where quite muscly and tanned which surprised you, you had taken sniper to have quite a lanky build. Sniper looked at you staring at him and gave you a wink, you looked away, embarrassed and flushing pink as sniper smirked. You focused on finding something to eat, trying to ignore sniper as he sat down at the table, watching you. After a little while you found something which looked half decent and you busy yourself trying to heat it up, feeling sniper’s eyes always on your back.
You light the camp stove, open the can and find a pan to heat the contents of the can up. The van was silent and you felt so awkward as you stirred the food “So uhh” you mumble, trying to break the silence.
“How far are we from the new base?” you ask, poking the food.
“What a stupid question, you had the map” Sniper muttered. The van fell into silence again. “But probably another half day” sniper said after a while. You nodded, feeling more awkward than ever as you put your food in a bowl and found cutlery. You sat opposite Sniper who eyed you and the food.
“I made enough for two” you said, smiling shyly and placing a second fork on the table. Sniper nodded in appreciation and forked the contents of the bowl. You both ate in silence, your face still red. You tried to ignore the silence and the growing cold of the van as night fell. You shivered, the hot day had turned into a cold night.
“Cold sheila?” Sniper asked.
“Just a little” you reply, finishing your final mouthful of food.
Sniper frowns. “The bed is warm” he said, picking up the crockery and rinsing it out. Timidly you climb the ladder and pull yourself onto the bed which overlooked the van’s living space. The bed was a little larger than a single, and had a little window looking out at the pitch black desert. The only lights where the stars and the moon which winked down at you. You stare at the view, trying to pick out certain constellations and name the stars.
“Stargazing Shelia?” a Sniper asked, he had climbed up the ladder and started to pull himself onto the bed, you moved slightly so he could properly get onto it. He had removed his trousers, leaving on his red boxers. You quickly look away and stare back out at the view.
“The stars are so clear” you murmur, ripping your eyes away from the view and turning to sniper as he nodded. “So” you start, frowning as sniper looks up at you. he had laid down, leaving only a small strip for you to lie in, this meant you would have to half lay on the gangly New Zealander.
“Don’t be shy darlin” he said with a smirk as you contemplate on how you where going to lie down. “You aren’t heavy” he smirked. You nodded, laying down on your side, trying not to touch sniper, you where sure that your face was the shade of your red uniform, feeling embarrassed and slightly turned on at how close you where to him.
Sniper pulled over the blanket and you sigh, you felt so unconfutable, wedged between sniper and the wall, however, you dared touch him or move, feeling like a spark would strike you down if you did. You however could feel yourself getting warmer and warmer, you felt like a little radiator.
“Warm?” a gruff voice asked, he turned to you, his face was so close to yours.
“A little” you murmur, pulling off some of the blanket.
“I’ll help” Sniper said, pulling you toward him and placing his hand at the back of your lose trousers, skilfully he pulled them down. “Sniper!” you squeak.
“Don’t give me that love” he almost growled, his hand hovering on your arse, now only your pants being between you and his hand. “I saw you staring, you where not just hot and bothered from the weather” he smirked, gripping your arse in his hand.
You where lost for words “I-I-I” you stammer, your head becoming blank from his actions.
“Don’t deny it” sniper quipped “I knew you chose this outfit just to get to me”
You smirked slightly “You caught me” you said.
“Oh you bitch” he muttered. “You gave me a hard on for half of that bloody drive”
“That was the plan” you said.
“Are you going to let me shag ya, or are you just giving me blue balls?” sniper asked, his hand starting to move up, you could feel his hard cock pressed against you.
“I’ll think about it” you said, a smirk forming on your lips.
“Enough with the cheek” Sniper snapped, “Give me an answer. Now.” he demanded.
“You have obviously been tortured for so long” you drone “surely another few seconds wouldn’t matter”
With that sniper had enough, he pushes you into the wall and kisses you. You kiss back, feeling his teeth nip at your bottom lip. His hand goes up and grabs your boob, pulling you ever closer to himself. You moan slightly into his mouth as he moves away his lips and hands.
“Move” he ordered, pulling you under him so that he was on top. Quickly he rips of your shirt, bra and pulls down your pants. “gorgeous” he muttered, taking little time in removing his own boxers. His dick was thick and already dribbling precum just at the sight of you. Giving you one more look he lowers his head to kiss and nip at your neck and collar, leaving little marks before putting his lips back to yours and thrusting into you. You groan into his mouth, feeling his hard member enter you.
“You are going to scream for me, aren’t you Sheila?” he said into your ear. You nodded, moaning as he starts to thrust faster into you and you feel one hand go down to rub your clit. You close your eyes as he does this, being overwhelmed by the 6′‘1 man who had taken your body completely as his.
“You can be louder than that” Sniper muttered, “There is none but me to hear you”
You nodded, answering his request with a louder moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure. “There’s my girl” he said, groaning loudly. “You are going to make me cum so quickly by how gorgeous you are”
You grin at the compliment, grabbing his back and scratching it with your nails in response to his thrusting, you could feel his dick throbbing in you, he was close and you knew it.
“Are you close?” he muttered, his fingers still moving circles on your clit.
You groan a yes, and after a few more moments of his thrusting and rubbing you came, moaning. Sniper groaned at this, leaving your clit and grabbing your hair as he pulled out of you and came on your stomach.
“Fuck” he moaned, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on your hair. After a moment he loosened his grip and sighed in pleasure and satisfaction. He slowly got from above you, grabbing his vest and clearing up the cum he had left on you. There was a lot.
“I needed a good fuck” was the first thing which came out of sniper’s mouth. You smiled as he chucked the vest on the floor and moved you so that you laid on his chest.
“I am glad I helped” you said, feeling is heartbeat slow down.
Sniper smirked, placing his arms around you, slowly moving his fingers up and down your side. “You definitely did” he said, stopping his movements as you both feel asleep.
I haven't seen a drinking game for this movie and it is one of my favourite horrors. If you want to do every single one you may get very drunk. So choose your favourites!
Hannibal:
Take a drink:
- Hannibal kills someone
- Every time he alludes to killing people
- When he flirts with Clarice
- Take a good swig when you catch a glimpse of his chest hair and when you see his dogs are barking (his feet are shown)
- He gives someone a look that they will be killed very soon
Starling:
Take a drink:
- When she is sexualised by other characters. Take two if it is anyone other than Krendler (main creepy dude)
- When she is put down/ignored by superiors
- When she is a badass bitch
Verger:
Take a drink:
- Every he says “Cordell”
- When he acts creepy (personal opinion)
- Take a good swig when he says “The boys” (in reference to his piggies)
Pazzi:
Take a drink:
- When he is a simp
- When he does something stupid based on greed
- Each time he is made fun of by Hannibal, and take a good swig when Hannibal slaps his shoulder with his hand in the lecture.
"So tell me again, what is this game you are playing" Thrawn said, watching as you played the game on your phone.
"It is just a strategy game" you said, pressing to attack another player.
"I see, what do you gain from it?" he asked.
"More loot" you said.
"I mean in real life"
"Oh, nothing" you said, sticking out your tongue slightly as you attacked the base. "But maybe some serotonin, and maybe money if you win tournaments."
"I see" Thrawn said, watching you attack the person, interest starting to linger in his eyes. He did enjoy strategy, and it seemed like he could practise his skills on the game. Thrawn pulled out his data pad and searched the game. He found it and created an account, a thoughtful look on his face.
It had been a couple of days since Thrawn had downloaded the game. You walked into your shared quarters and sat beside your partner on the bed, relaxing and having a peak at what he was doing, your jaw dropped. His base looked like it was level 90.
"You downloaded it?" you asked, looking at the man.
"I did, fascinating how it works"
"How are you already level 90?" you asked, impressed.
"I think you call it, grinding?" he murmured, "I also invested credits so I can gain more resources to better attack and defend my base.
"How much credits did you spend?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.
"Only a few hundred" he said in his usual cool voice.
"A few hundred?" you asked, shocked.
"My investing has paid off my dear, do not fret," he said, clicking on the rankings. "I am the top of the leaderboard of this star destroyer"
You stared at the screen, confused, but there was his user name "Grand_Admiral" at the top with a gold trophy next to it.
"I hope that I will soon be at the top of the leaderboard for the galaxy and beat the player JediKnight501" he said smoothly, pressing on the galaxy leaderboard and there at the top sat JediKnight501.
"I wonder who that is" you murmured,
"Most likely the force user Ahsoka Tano" Thrawn said, pressing to see the base of JediKnight501. It was very advanced, no wonder it was number one.
"Good luck with that" you said, smiling. "I will carry on at my meager level 50"
Thrawn smirked, looking at your base and seeing how it could be improved, putting out his hand he took your phone and edited your base as you watched on. His fingers did quick work of redesigning and he gave it back to you. "I believe that my design decrease your unsuccessful defending by around 60%"
"Thanks" you said, looking at the improved base design.
"Of course" Thrawn said, placing his datapad down on the side.
"I must go back to the bridge" you nodded, watching Thrawn go, a smile on your face at how motivated he was with the random game.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Severus shows his love through looks, long and tight hugs, potions he makes just for you and being more gentle toward you. Because Severus is not the best at showing love and affection, it will not get very intense, only if he is feeling very emotional which only happens sometimes.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Severus would do anything for you, he would use sectumsempra, bleeding someone who wants to hurt you and come home, blood dripping from his clothes and hair, both his and the person's. No matter who it is, a fellow death eater, a muggle, he will do whatever it takes to protect you
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Severus would treat you well, he loves you so much that he wishes to keep you for himself. He would only hurt your feelings if he was angry and would not know better, not having someone as close as you before. He will not understand if he hurt your feelings, however, he would feel angry with himself if he hurt you.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?
Sometimes Severus will slip potions into your food or drinks to make you feel better or make you well if you are ill. Apart from that, Severus would not do anything against your will.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
At the start, Severus is very closed and will not tell you anything about his past. However, as time goes on, Severus will tell you everything about his childhood, trauma and past.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Severus would feel sad and be angry that you would not want to stay with him. He would consider slipping a love potion into your food to keep you docile for him.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
Severus doesn't really enjoy you trying to escape, it hurts him, as he has a terrible fear of abandonment. He would be angry and give you the silent treatment and might slip potions into your food or drink.
Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?
The silent treatment. Severus is very good at giving you the silent treatment and sometimes you don't even know why. This will make you feel even more alone than you have ever been, Severus not listening if you ask for help, food or water until you beg for his forgiveness.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
Severus just wants you to stay with him, your future is with him. You are his, his stress relief, his love. The future is unknown and he will take one step at a time with you
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Severus gets jealous, although he does not say. Severus will, with his worry of being abandoned will stare at a person who is the reason for the jealousy, anger in his eyes. If you reciprocate, Severus will give you the silent treatment for as long as he sees fit.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Severus acts more gentle around you, he lets go of his walls to protect himself and he melts into your person.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
He was awkward to approach you, meeting you in school, you became friends, however, you lost contact. When you become a professor at Hogwarts, Severus is even more awkward but approaches you with memories of school.
Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Inside, Severus is quite sad and needs someone to be with like you. He can open up to you, show his kinder and gentler side which he hides to protect himself from those who want to hurt him.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Silent treatment, Severus can not talk to you or even react to your voice if you have been bad. This makes you frustrated and angry at Severus, however, he will not talk until he believes it is right. Severus will also if you agree, with sex, tying you up and fucking you until you apologise and spew forgiveness from your quivering mouth.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
Not many, he will want to make sure that you do not leave him or hurt him. The ring which he have you has a little tracker inside so he knows where you are so he can make sure you are safe and not in places you should not be.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
It depends, on some things like your worries he is very patient, however, if you get annoyed at him, don't do as he says or try to leave, Severus is not at all patient with you.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
It will be hard for Severus to move on. Like with Lily, he will feel his heartbreak in two. He will spend a lot of time grieving and being unable to believe that you are gone.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
Slightly, however, he believes that you being with him is more important than you being free and without him.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
His childhood, worry of isolation and people leaving him. Therefore, he wants to make sure that you will always stay with him by taking you to be his.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
Severus will not know what to do, having never have had to look after someone who is giving off these emotions. He will at first withdraw from you and then, when you do not stop will hold you until you stop.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
Severus does not show how in love he is with you, he keeps it inside him and only shows it after a while of you two being together.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
When he gives you the silent treatment, he will not even look at you, allowing you to escape from him. He also gives you freedoms, and if you take the ring off he would find it harder to find you.
Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
In sex he will bite you, but apart from that, Severus would not want to hurt you, he adores you and would never want to see you hurt, especially by himself.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Severus adores you, your kindness and personality being a draw for him. He wishes to keep you and have your love all to himself, therefore he will very much revere you as a perfect and beautiful being which he wishes to keep as his.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
Years and years. Severus is not good at understanding his emotions and it will take him a while to take you.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
He may, when he is taken up entirely by emotion, then when he realises what he has done he will break himself by the emotion of what he did to you. He will try and make you better and happy again with him.
Hannibal sat in the small hotel room he had rented. He was thinking of how he could become more permanently part of Florence which would fulfil his interests. The idea of the library crossed his mind, the elderly librarian who did not do a very good job in looking after the important Palazzo Library was nothing but a nuisance to all who knew him. Hannibal smiled, his plan falling into place in his mind.
Another meeting came and went and again, you and Doctor Fell were the last people in the room, the other scholars leaving for other things. You smiled at the Doctor as he put on his white hat and picked up his many papers.
"A very interesting debate" you said, picking up your own things.
"Thought provoking to say the least" Doctor Fell echoed, sending you a smile. "I may accept your offer late"
"My offer?" you ask.
"Do you not remember asking me for coffee?" Doctor Fell asked.
"Oh, yes, of course" you said, grinning, slightly flustered. Doctor Fell gently smiled in response and followed you out of the building.
"I am unfortunately not fully aware of the best places in Florence for coffee" Doctor Fell said.
"Caffe degli Artigiani is a rather good" you said, guiding the man through the streets of Florence a short way to a cafe that looked over a tiny square. It was only a short walk that rested in comfortable silence as you walked together through the tight streets of Florence.
"So" you said, you were the first person to break the silence now you had both sat and had ordered drinks. "You are obviously not a native of Italy, are you from America? Eastern Europe?"
"I have spent some time in America" Doctor Fell. "But what about you?" he asked, his eyes twinkling. "You are not a native either, are you?"
"You are correct" you said, "I am from the United Kingdom"
"Oh yes, I have enjoyed many good meals there" Doctor Fell said.
You smiled, and you fell into silence as the drinks were placed on the table.
"Tell me (y/n), do you believe in God?" he asked, looking at you over his cup.
You were slightly taken aback by this so deep of a question but decided to take it anyway, thinking for a moment you answered. "It depends" you said slowly. "God is real to those who believe them to be so, the thought of them brings comfort to many who suffer, so I would say yes, I do believe in God as an idea and thought which brings inspiration and comfort to those who believe in him" you said. Hannibal watched you, intrigued at your answer, his coffee in his hand.
"A very thought-provoking answer" he mused, a small twinkle in his eye. "How then would you explain for those who suffer who believe in God?"
"There is a part of free will in suffering" you said.
"But what about cases, such as when a church roof collapsed on those who were worshipping?" Hannibal asked, tapping his cup slightly. "Therefore it gives us two conclusions, either there is no God, or that God is a murderer"
You sighed, "You have stumped me Doctor Fell" you said, a small smile on your lips.
Hannibal looked back at you, his eyes twinkling and his tongue sliding against the top of his teeth. "You are very interesting to talk to" Hannibal said. "But I do agree, the idea of God has led to both things of beauty and destruction, wasn't it the crusaders who believed they had their God's blessing before invading lands which they had never known beforehand"
"I agree" you said. "On one hand it has caused the crusades and witch trials, however, the idea of God set influences for art, music and literature which are still alive today. You can trace back pop music to the Gregorian chants, created to celebrate God" Hannibal sipped his drink, his interest growing. "I prefer to focus on the good, as you can most likely tell" you said, with a smile. Hannibal sent you back a smile. You noticed that it was one a twinkle, but also something else which you could not think what it would be. You shrugged it off, taking another sip of your drink and looking around the cafe.
"They do good food here also" you said, changing the subject completely from the heavy topic you were discussing.
"I shall make a note" Hannibal said, not looking around, instead he was thinking. You reminded him a bit of Clarice, always looking for the good, he wondered if you would squirm the same way as Clarice. On another hand, you also reminded him of Mischa. His wonderful sister was a person of pure innocence and kindness. For the three times you had talked, Hannibal seemed to already sussed you out, meanwhile, you haven't a clue of who Doctor Fell really was and his true nature under it.
"Bach" Hannibal said, breaking the silence that had fallen.
"What about him?" you ask, lowering your cup.
"He is a prime example of a composer who had been inspired by an idea of God"
You nodded in agreement. "Bach's music is wonderful, especially his Mass in B minor. I have had the pleasure once to listen to it live"
"A pleasure indeed" Hannibal echoed. "Although I have never heard that particular piece of choral music live, I have enjoyed St Matthew's passion" You nodded, smiling. You were glad that you and Hannibal found some further common ground between you both, it was nice to find someone too easy to talk to and such interesting company.
"Have you met Patrizia Fubini?" you asked. "He is the librarian at the Capponi Library"
"I have not" Hannibal lied. He actually had met the man and found him annoying and idiotic, not at all worthy of having the title of a librarian.
"He has not been to meetings because he is quite ill" you said quietly. "I have kept in contact with him as he is my uncle and I always tell him what we discuss in the meetings." you frowned, sighing slightly. "He had a stroke just a couple of weeks ago and he is only now able to walk properly." Hannibal cocked his head and watched as you sighed, sadness overtaking you a little. "I am glad that he is on the mend and will return to his duties soon" Hannibal nodded, taking another sip of his drink and watching you, waiting for you to carry on. "I am sure you would like Patrizia Doctor Fell" you said, "he enjoys discussing questions on God and philosophy."
"I will look forward to meeting him" Hannibal said, his head still slightly cocked, he watched you with interest, how you reacted when worried about someone you loved. "Now" Hannibal said, swigging the rest of his drink. "It has been nice to spend some time with you, however, I must depart"
"Ah yes" you said, drinking the rest of yours and standing. "Where are you staying Doctor?" you asked.
"Not to far" Hannibal said.
"I live with a view over the river Arno" you said as Hannibal placed some money down on the table and you walked out together into the street. He nodded, tipping his hat as a goodbye before walking down one of the streets. You watched him go before walking down another street toward your flat, Doctor Fell's questions still buzzing in your mind.
This is a fanfic for Hannibal, set after silence of the lambs and at the start of Hannibal the movie.
Vide Cor Meum, a story about Dante and Beatrice. That was what the group of prestigious scholars and other researchers were discussing Dante's La Vita Nuova and the new adaptation into opera.
A new member had joined the group, the name doctor fell. He seemed a pleasant man, understanding the complexities of the story and opera. You seemed to hit it off in the conversation, Doctor Fell agreeing with most of what you had to say which was a change, as you and your ideas were usually shut down by other members. This was because you were the youngest there, meaning you were always looked down upon.
"So doctor, what brought you to Florence?" you asked, a small smile on your face.
"My interests" Doctor Fell said, placing his hat onto his head and flashing you a small smile.
"and what may they be?" you asked, smiling back.
"the fine arts" he said, placing some papers into his bag. "Art, literature, music" you hummed as he picked up his bag. "I must ask why as one as young as yourself is here"
"the same as you, doctor" you said with a smile. "I also enjoy learning and to discuss the fine arts"
"I wonder what we also have in common" he said with a little wink.
"I do also" you said, smiling. "Maybe we can discuss that over some coffee? Or some wine if you are feeling so inclined"
Doctor Fell gave you a smile, adjusting his hat. "I would take up your offer, however, I do have some business to attend to" he gave you a slight smirk. "I will look forward to the next meeting"
"Quite" you said, watching as Doctor Fell walked out of the large room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. He was quite dashing, the new Doctor Fell, he seemed to know exactly what to say and how to say it, a man like himself must have a wife or a husband. You rolled your eyes at your thoughts of Doctor Fell and his relationships, instead, you picked up your papers and hugged them to your chest as you left the room.
You lived in a small apartment overlooking the river Arno. It was full of books, research papers and other random objects you had collected over the past years. You worked at a local museum as their head researcher of Renaissance and Italian art, history and literature, the job brought with it a lot of books.
You sat on your couch and looked as the river went past and the people on the other side. You loved your view, helping you to calm yourself and concentrate on the task at hand. At the moment you had nothing to do, being finished for the day. Yawning slightly you reached for the remote and switched through some channels until it fell onto some random channel with the news which you watched idly, busying yourself with sorting out the papers you had brought home into semi-neat piles. You had enjoyed the debate today, for the first time in a while.
You got up and turned the TV off, you were hungry and went out to get some food in the many delicious restaurants of Florence.
You laid on your shared bed, your head propped against the headrest. You were woozy, your bump now quite a large size and you were sure you could feel little kicks here and there. You closed your eyes for a second, trying to relax for a moment. You wondered where your lover was, they were away on some mission, leaving you behind under the watch of a medical droid. They had been gone for at least a week and you missed them. Their protective, gentle touches, ones which you knew you were safe in.
"2-1B" you called, not opening your eyes as the medical droid came forward.
"Yes madam" it said. "Is anything the matter?"
"Do you know when they are getting back?" you asked, knowing this was a slightly fruitless endeavour to ask.
"No new information has been received about their whereabouts," 2-1B said. You sighed, nodding lazily and falling asleep.
You woke to talking and gingerly opened your eyes. A smile started to form on your face, seeing them talking to the medical droid. They looked tired but happy. Your lover must have heard you as he looked around and a smile formed on their lips. Slowly they approached, tucking some hair behind your ear and kissing your cheek.
"How have you been my dear?" they asked, stroking your cheek and watching you, love in their eyes.
"I have been well" you said, smiling up at them. "But how have you been?" you asked, worried.
"Perfectly well" they said, letting go of your cheek and shuffling onto the bed. Gently they placed their hands on your stomach and closed their eyes. A small smile formed on their face.
"Our child has grown since I have last been with you" they said, stroking your stomach. "The force is strong with our young one"
"Are you sure?" you asked, watching your lover as they connected with your child.
"I am positive darling" he said, a small smile formed on their lips and slowly they let go of your stomach, opening their eyes.
"I am truly excited to meet our child" they said, shuffling up the bed to be next to you. "I promise not to go on any further missions until they are born"
"Thank you" you said, taking their hand and resting against their shoulder. "I missed you"
"I missed you also" they said, stroking your hand with his thumb. "and I am glad I have returned to you and our child"
You had been non-stop for almost nine hours. You had been under pressure to get the death star mathematics finished. It was a difficult and confusing job, having to run the calculations over and over again to make sure that you were correct, one simple miscalculation would destroy the entire thing.
Krennic found you, your arms folded under your head as you slept on the desk, the computer halfway through running calculations. Krennic's forehead slightly furrowed in worry for both the death star plans and also your health. He understood he was also one to work nonstop and collapse on the job, however, he did not like to see you like this. Slowly Krennic took off his cape and gently put it around you, making sure to not wake you. Usually, Orson is careful with his cape, hating when it gets dirty or someone else touches it, however, he was worried for you, wishing that you could get some sleep before you started working again. "Dream of me love" he whispered, kissing your ear and sitting at his desk and starting work, keeping an eye on you as you slept at your own desk. It was only when he focused he heard you mumble something and he saw your head shoot up but relax when you saw him.
"How long have I been asleep?" you ask
"At least an hour and a half" he said.
You nodded, pulling the cape further around you and starting to tap the computer keyboard. Immediately Orson snapped at you. "You should not work if you are tired" Orson commanded.
"But I need to get this done" You murmured, slightly taken aback by your partner's tone.
"No" Orson said, his tone calmer. "Sleep for the cycle"
You nodded, standing and putting your computer on standby, you slowly trapesed out of the room.
"Dear?" Orson said. You turned. "Rest"
You nodded, leaving the room and flopping into bed and pulling Orson's cape around you, slowly falling asleep.
How Hannibal would react to you trying to take your life
TW: suicide, suicide by poison
- Hannibal would, for the first time be truly worried. He finds you with the bottle in your hand. Immediately he would take it from your hand gently, check the contents and place it in his pocket for safekeeping.
- He would immediately take you to the hospital, although he has medical knowledge, he does not know about what you drank and wishes for another opinion to make sure you are safe and well. He will sit with you in the waiting room for however long it takes or the time of day (or night). He will also stay with you through treatments and any mental health meetings to make sure you are calm and safe.
- Hannibal will use his important name to push you through to see the best doctor available and fight for you so that you are taken care of. If he sees anything wrong with the treatment then you may not see the doctor or nurse again and instead, you will have a doctor who knows Hannibal well.
- He is not angry at you, on the contrary, Hannibal is worried for you and understands, having looked after many patients with suicidal thoughts and tendencies. He made a promise when you first met that he would protect you, no matter what, and when he saw you, the bottle in your hand, he felt like he had failed you like he had failed Misha all those years ago.
- When you are out of the hospital, Hannibal will look after you. If you want to talk, he will listen, if you want to just be held he will do. Hannibal will do anything that he thinks will make you happier and calmer. He will stop work for a little while to keep an eye on you and spend some time looking after you.
- Slowly, Hannibal will take you through the process of therapy when you are ready, to help you to understand your emotions and stop your thoughts. If you need medication he can prescribe you, paying any money required to help you.
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