Burlesque Hannibal Fic:
'Welcome to the Ravenstag Burlesque Club'
(Involving You the Reader)
Prologue - Part 1: 'Invited to see a Performance of a Lifetime'
Hannibal shows you the most amazing moves of seductive fluidity and sensual burlesque dancing, while his clothes start peeling off to reveal he is wearing a Burlesque dress with beautiful shimmering sequins that jingle each-time with the swaying and movement of his hips as Will who sits next to you dims the lights to erotic mode so he is now illuminated by them.
His hands move upwards writhing into their air moving like snakes writhing as he keeps his eyes closed. Gentle music starts up close by to you, while you see that Will is quietly playing the drums with the band and a saxaphone plays a sultry sexy tune.
Drinks are being served in the Underground bar, with ornate lilly-shaped lamps on scones on the walls and other patrons are watching.
But...you have the front row seat, while Hannibal is becoming more seductive in the dancing with every movement he makes causing gentle sighs to ripple through the Underground bar.
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For @apastandfuturenerd, @avidreadr2004, @thewitchofstjohns
Hey all guess who wrote another fic! It’s another Anderperry one and it’s just a cute little dance scene :)
here’s an excerpt for y’all !!
“Let’s dance.”
Todd’s world slowed. Everything went surreal. Neil wanted to dance? With Todd?
“Neil I- I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He mumbles, shakily.
“Nonsense! Carpe Diem remember?” Neil winked at him and Todd just about died.
“Neil- Neil!” He protested as the other boy cranked up the music.
“Come ON, Toddy! Don’t you wanna live?”
Todd glanced from Neil’s outstretched hand, to his grinning face and sighed. “Alright, Neil
Hmm... for shother first why not some domestic bliss? I myself is partial to dancing in the kitchen and/or family dinners
Ohhh boy I love some domestic bliss. Here’s some dancing in the kitchen :)
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“Come over here and have some cake.” Cody begged, fork sticking out of his mouth as he scooped a bite of the sweet cake into his mouth. All he could see was the top of Obi-Wan’s head peaking over the back of the sofa. Cody admired his husband’s messy russet hair as he scooped up another piece of cake and listened to the sigh that escaped the Jedi’s lips.
“I’m busy, Cody. Reports don’t read themselves.” Obi-Wan muttered as busied himself with something on his datapad. Oh you’re busy, are you? Cody thought as he shook his head and set his fork down. The man was always too busy. Whether he was reading mission reports or writing Anakin’s for him, Obi-Wan was stuck in a cycle of self-inflicted busyness. All he wanted was for Obi-Wan to take his bait and kriffing relax.
Cody grabbed his own datapad from where it sat on the kitchen table and began to scroll through the music files. He chuckled at a few of Obi-Wan’s playlists titled “In the Bath” and “Saber Time” before settling on the one labeled, “For Dancing.” He saved it for the worst nights, the nights where neither of them could sleep and the nights after a battle was lost. They saved it for the days where the War seemed endless and there were more and more problems but less solutions.
Cody pressed play, turning up the sound until the soft sounds of the string music floated through the kitchen and into the living room. Cody watched as Obi-Wan tilted his head in confusion before setting his datapad on the table in front of him.
“Trying to lure me over now?” Obi-Wan asked as he stood from the sofa and stretched. Cody watched as the man’s wrinkled grey t-shirt slipped up past his belly button and his sweatpants rode low on his waist.
“Is it working?” Cody asked with smirk and began to walk towards the ruffled man.
“Perhaps,” Obi-Wan answered as he met Cody in the middle of kitchen, hands clasped behind his back. “Shall we dance?”
“That’s why the music is on, isn’t it?” Cody joked as he pulled at the smaller man’s waist and brought him towards his chest. Obi-Wan pushed his forehead against Cody’s own, eyes closing as he wrapped his arms around the back of the man’s neck and let out a sigh.
They swayed, socked feet only sliding across the floor as they rocked back and forth to the slow pulse of the music. Obi-Wan hummed along with the familiar stringed harmonies as Cody moved the two of them to the beat. These intimate moments were few and far between in the heat of a war; closeness and attachments had no place in a war, especially for a Jedi. But yet, the attachments were the only thing propelling them to live on and dream of a peaceful life when the fighting was done. Why must we hide the only thing we hold so dearly?
“I can feel you thinking.” Obi-Wan murmured and peered softly at the Commander. They swayed for moment.
“Relax, Obi-Wan.” Cody provided unhelpfully, knowing Obi-Wan could still prod at him through the Force.
“Only if you do.” Obi-Wan whispered and pulled his hands through Cody’s short hair.
And so they danced, wrapped in each other’s battle-scared arms. They danced away the sorrows and the pain until all that way left was the aching desire to love and be loved, no matter the price.
Shaxx and Efrideet have a lovely little moment for themselves! Inspired by @queenauryx. This was edited by my friend @therevolutionisbored. In my head I imagined the song in the story as It’s Been A Long, Long Time, by Harry James, so give it a listen if you’d like to get a better feel for the moment!
Shaxx tends to be the last one to leave the courtyard of the Tower. Being the Crucible Handler kept him busy—very busy –and Guardians, Traveler bless their hearts, were messy, rowdy individuals. He picks up metal scraps from dismantled gear, piles of tokens in the corner, and unclaimed gear. It all needs to be sorted and put away, prepared for the next day. Just as he was about to get to it, he hears a voice from above.
“Hey down there. I like your helmet.”
Shaxx looks up to a familiar face, or rather visor. A Hunter, her cloak laid evenly down her back, heavy enough to not catch the wind but light enough to not encumber her. Her helmet gives a stoic look but he knows her well enough to sense the smile behind the visor.
“Lady Efrideet! You’re a sight for sore eyes! Certainly, better than that old man!” Shaxx’s voice boomed, echoing across the empty courtyard.
“Mm, Iron Banner isn’t for another couple weeks. Figured I’d stop by and see how everyone’s getting on.” Efrideet jumps down and lands next to him. Not the quietest landing he’s seen her do, but she’s startled him with her presence more than once in the past. Not that he’d ever admit to it.
“You’re always welcome here Lady Efrideet. Perhaps you could teach some of these rookies how to aim. Laying down fire is one thing, wasting bullets is entirely another.”
She looks out to the City, and a moment of comfortable silence forms between them.
This is when Lady Efrideet has an idea. She silently walks over to Arcite, Shaxx keeping track of her out of the corner of his eye. She whispers something into the audio receptors of the frame, and it nods in agreement.
Music starts softly playing—a pre-Golden Age piece, not too slow but not too fast, and just the right kind of music to have a partner for.
Shaxx smiles behind his helmet, he’s heard this song before, some say it was played for lovers after one of the great wars of the past.
Efrideet walks to him, bends at the waist, and holds out her hand.
“May I have this dance, Lord Shaxx?”
“Why of course, Lady Efrideet.”
They start at a steady pace, arms-length apart and moving to the rhythm of the music. As the song slows down so do they, and Shaxx pulls her into his much larger frame. Her head rests against his chest, his arms surround her entire body. Her own arms are wrapped around his waist.
She is tiny compared to him, but neither mind, and they both silently sigh. They can feel the other relax, as tense muscles loosen and footsteps grow slower. Before long, the song has ended and they simply stand there, in Shaxx’s little corner of the Tower courtyard, embracing one another. For the first time in a long time, they feel peace. Neither can tell how long exactly they stand, simply holding one another.
Efrideet is the first to pull away. It is slow and reluctant, but she does anyway, craning her neck to look up at him.
“You’ve still got it, old-timer.”
Shaxx chuckles. “We’re both old-timers now.”
She has him at arms-length again, her hands on his sturdy hips. His hands rest on her shoulders gently, as he is sure not to put the full weight of his arms on her. She is not a small woman by any standard, but Shaxx is so tall and broad that resting her arms around his shoulders is impractical, as it would be for most Guardians.
They let go of one another. There is a feeling of satisfaction left over. They are both old—by conventional standards anyway –and neither hold any aching in their hearts from the lost contact. The feeling is sure to return once she leaves for her hidden colony again, and he returns to yelling at rookies to throw grenades.
For now, however, they have just danced for the first time in a long time, and they can look upon one another longingly, lovingly. They can remember their first dance, and look forward to their next. They can silently say they love one another, and leave it at that.
She steps closer and places a hand on the center of his armored chest.
“I’m heading to bed now. I’ll be sure to pass by again tomorrow. Good night, Lord Shaxx.”
At that, she walks away in the direction of the private quarters. Not even a glance back. But Lord Shaxx knows he is on her mind, just as she is on his. She will likely be until he finally falls asleep for the night, if he ever does.
He holds his hand over the spot she had placed her own just moments before.
Characters: Reader, Kili, Thorin and Co.
Location: A campsite along the journey
Warnings: FLUFF with company, NSFW with Kili (Part 2), kissing, sex, nudity. Hell Yeah.
Word Count: 2508
Thorin declared that you were finally to make camp. The sun had just begun to set, and several dwarves were already sitting down with relief on the grassy knoll. The air was warm and hung with the humidity of the forest that you had been travelling through. You could hear the stream that the party had been following all day just over the hill, and the sound relaxed and reassured you as you settled into the warm grass. The dwarves began at once with preparations, making quick work of starting the bonfire and setting up the settlements for the night. Kili and Fili had set out to find some wood for the fire as well as for seating, but before the brothers left Kili stopped and turned to you.
“Don’t worry miss you’ve always got a seat when I’m around” and left with a wink and smile on his face. You rolled your eyes jokingly. You were more than used to the company’s jokes at this point, and welcomed the open jesting with the party. You smiled to yourself trying to think of a proper comeback as you continued unpacking your bag.
Setting up various pots for the typical campfire stew that the company always dined on took a bit of time. Balin and Dwalin worked the fire and the kindling caught light without hesitation, allowing the surrounding area to be shrouded in a warm orangey hue. Thorin had situated himself near to the new fire light and was studying Gandalf’s map intently, as was his usual habit in the evenings. You were almost positive that he was only pretending to look busy; a king wouldn’t want to get his hands dirty huh, you thought as a smile crossed your lips. Thorin looked up from across the pots and plates you had set up, glaring at you, almost as if he read your mind. This elicited a giggle from you. Your staring competition was interrupted by Bombur, who had suddenly begun to move as if he were fifty pounds lighter. He quickly set up a feast and to everyone’s surprise, presented the party with several large bottles of sweet wine.
“When did you have the time to get these?” You ask picking up and inspecting the nearest bottle. Most of the labels were badly scratched off but you managed to make out some Common writing.
“Lassie, I’ve always found time for drink” Bombur winks at you gleefully uncorking the deep green bottle in his hand.
“Of course you do!” Nori adds while giving Bombur a bump on the shoulder causing him to dribble some wine on his chin.
“Hey whatchit you” Bombur grumbles but immediately lightens up as Nori turns around bringing out a set of four metal tankards from his pack. He takes them from Nori, dispersing them to the rest of the party, but not before taking another hearty swig from the bottle. Kili and Fili return and offer several large pieces of wood to sit on before eyeing up the wine bottles in camp.
“Something a little new tonight I see!” Fili gleefully states rubbing his hands together with excitement.
Bilbo, with the help of Dori and Ori, push a nearby fallen tree closer to the fire. With that the final piece of the camp is put into place, finishing the set up for the night. You find yourself a seat between Bilbo and Bofur, the later of which was making quick work of a piece of bread and ham he had pulled out from underneath his peculiar hat. You raise your eyebrows in disbelief at the sight, but he just shrugs and smiles.
“For safe keeping you know,” then he leans in close to you and Bilbo “to keep away from Gloin”. You look over to see Gloin stealing a large piece of hard cheese from Oins plate and swallowing it whole. You and Bilbo look on in thinly veiled disgust, then took turn to each other trying to stifle your laughter. Neither you nor Bilbo had ever really gotten accustomed to the eating habits of your fellow company and you rejoiced in having a dining partner who liked to keep their food out of their hair and clothes.
Gloin turns towards your snickers and hands the three of you empty tankards which you all gladly take. Being the caring party member that you are, you pour the others a drink before finally filling your own mug. You thirstily sip down the almost lip-puckering sweetness of the drink, it tastes more of cherry compote than wine. You don’t mind however, it’s been a while since any of you had the chance to indulged in something sweet. Bilbo shyly looks up at you from his tankard, exposing a pink foam moustache from the frothy wine. You laugh, letting your voice join the chorus of the other thirteen dwarves, before releasing a belch. The party goes silent staring at you. A moment passes, before Dwalin breaks the silence.
“There you go lass!” he says grandly, and the party cheers you on while Dori passes you a half empty wine bottle. Your cheeks are burning with embarrassment, but you accept the wine bottle with pleasure. Maybe you shouldn’t be so quick to judge the dwarves on their eating habits you think to yourself with a cheeky smile.
The night passes and the meal feels more like a feast after the meager rations you have had to endure in the last couple weeks. A quiet mood breaks over the campsite, and Dwalin in his deep voice begins to start telling tales of his childhood, many of which are supported with “mhms” and a couple “absolutely not” ‘s from Balin chiding his brother on the stories. After a while, the two of them begin to bicker louder and louder with sibling love to the amusement of most of the party. Then the argument is interrupted by a soft note.
Bofur produces his flute from his bag and begins to start an upbeat melody. You feel the atmosphere rise and a dwarvish song begins to form on the lips of the party. The thirteen start with an almost slow chanting of words, before breaking into a rhythmic and happy chorus. You haven’t heard the song before, most of the lyrics are in their native Dwarvish, but then they break into a chorus in Common tongue. Ori, Nori, and Dori all stand with gusto and begin to dance to the music. They fall in and out of crouches with ease and with the top of their lungs chant the chorus to the drinking song:
“I walk these hills not for gold or treasure,
but for life’s absolute pleasure!
I’m not searching for jewels or beads,
but only for some golden mead!
Yoho,
Yohey!”
You turn to Bilbo who, other than you, is the only one who doesn’t seem to know any of the lyrics. Both your cheeks run red with the sweet-wine coursing through your veins, and you giggle while tapping your feet to the beat. You helplessly fall forward losing your balance and lean your forehead against Bilbo’s. He smiles cheerfully and you get a glimpse of his green eyes before you are thrust out of your seat and into the dance.
Despite your drunken state you find yourself easily catching onto the pattern and make quite a show of yourself. You’re quickly passed from Ori’s arms to Nori’s and finally to Dori’s. The company whoops and cheers as you break off from the group and briefly find your own rhythm, letting your feet fall where they wish and your hips flow freely.
“Look at her go!” you here from Dwalin on your left, or maybe it was your right. You were going so fast and the world was such a blur you really didn’t know, or care for that matter.
The beat continues and the seated dwarves begin to drum the rhythm of the song onto their knees as well as the logs they’re sitting on. You can’t help but smile brightly and fully as you continue to show off. The tempo begins to increase and soon you are spinning around and around as fast as possible while the party shouts with enjoyment.
The song ends and you lose your footing and begin to flounder. You find yourself halfway to the ground when you feel a grip around your hand. You are pulled back up only to find your hand taken by Thorin. Several wolf whistles and whoops break through the beginning notes of the new song. His cloak is off and through a dizzy gaze you can see it lying next to his seat. Thorin steadies you and the beat of the next song begins.
This one plays out more slowly than the last, and he guides your hand into his palm. Despite his height, he only stands about to your collar bone, his hand is larger than your own and its gentle warmth reminds you of the dry grass beneath your feet. You stand in a position that allows your right palm into his right palm, and slowly begin to circle each other. You shoot him a drunken smile and a giggle, feeling like a child again. Memories of your childhood flood back to you and you remember circling and dancing around the maypole in your town. To your surprise he smiles back before shyly looking away.
“No map to distract yourself with now” you tease over the music. He raises his eyebrows, looking coy and demure, before increasing his speed.
The deep voices of the others join, and the tempo builds again. You try your best to keep up with Thorin, who is a much better dancer than you would have thought, and who seems to be enjoying your struggle very much.
Suddenly, the song breaks into another jolly chorus and Thorin attempts to spin you, which works almost perfectly except for the fact that your height cuts of his grasp and sends you flying across the campsite. In your drunken state you just manage to see yourself whiz by and barely miss the fire.
When you gain your bearings, you look down to see that you are in Kili’s lap. You grin at him unabashed, expecting his usual retort, but instead he looks around helplessly, his face entirely red and flustered. Fili pushes Kili out of his seat, and you out of his lap. As soon as you get to your feet you find yourself in Kili’s arms, or rather that he is in yours with the height difference. It does not deter him at any rate, and the young dwarf seizes his opportunity and returns quickly to the beat. You’re not sure if it’s the spinning, alcohol, or a mix of both, but your feet are barely able too keep up with his. Damn these dwarves really know how to dance. He grabs you as if you’re in a waltz and places his hand onto your lower back.
His height forces his face near your breasts, which is most likely why the others hadn’t consider doing a dance that required such an intimate position. Clearly, the sweet-wine was at work. With him so close he guides you effortlessly, despite your sudden clumsiness. You fly to and fro, gliding barefoot on the dry, fire warmed grass. You dance so ferociously that you barely have any time to look at him, and only catch his long dark hair as it breezes past you.
You break apart at the end of the song and land hard onto the nearest log with Kili joining you at your side. The impact of his body along with your impaired balance causes the log to tip over and you flop onto the cool grass behind the log while Balin and Bifur quickly jump off to save themselves the damage.
You burst into giggles despite the aching impact on your head and the party roars with laughter.
“Couldn’t you have been a little gentler?” Fili asks through a heavy wheeze.
“That’s what they all say” you hear Kili mumble from beside you, back to his usual self.
“Misses are you okay?” Balin asks with a concerned lilt in his voice.
“I’m fine,” you say through muffled laughter, “It’s not the first time I’ve had it rough.” the wine adds on for you. Dori slaps his knee with full force and brings upon the group a second round of snorts and laughs. Bofur barely keeps a straight face and his flute stops momentarily while he catches himself.
You feel a set of hands on your back and are brought upright. You turn to see Dwalin who you quickly thank, and Bilbo who is sitting by your side with a concerned but thoroughly amused look on his face. You brush several stray and jumbled strands of hair out of your face and try to regain your composure. You look back over to your side to see Bilbo staring at you intensely. You can’t tell if you’re unable to keep track of time or if he’s just taking a very long time to speak.
The camp returns to its regular volume, and now Balin begins to talk of his time in the lonely mountain. Your attention turns to him, as the party had been quiet as of late about telling of the mountain, most likely due to their anxiety of nearing their destination. However, your thoughts are disrupted by Bilbo.
“Wow.. that really was quite a fall”
“Hmm?” your attention wanders back to him.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You did bump your head on the way down.” You blink a couple times taking time to register his words.
“Oh! I’m fine, I’ve had harder falls than this” you say tapping on your skull with your knuckle. Your thoughts stop momentarily. Boy, the fire sure is nice and warm… and the grass between your toes.
“…Um..hey”
“Hey!” you reply to Bilbo.
“I um.. Uh.. Would you…” he begins to stutter.
“Would I?”
“Would you like to dance? … with me obviously” he says coughing between his sentence as if trying to act casual, but his eyes are large and expectant.
You watch the fire light bounce off his sun kissed skin absent mindedly. He shuffles awkwardly under your gaze.
Suddenly a wave of tiredness overcomes you and you slide down the log into the grass and let your head rest.
“I’m sorry but I’m feeling quite done, I think I just have to visit the brook down the hill” you say placing your head lightly on top of his hand that rests on the log next to you.
“Should I come with you?” he inquires, a caring but desperate tone overcoming his voice.
“Its okay, I’ll be right back”.
You push yourself up off the ground and are handed a small lantern by Bofur which he lights for you. You drunkenly nod in thanks and begin making your way further from the campsite, letting the lantern light guide your bare feet through the dampening grass.
Kili x reader happens more... forcefully in Part 2
Flint couldn’t stop watching the younger man move on the dance floor. He had only agreed to one drink at the bar. He should have known when he walked in and it was 80′s Dance Night what Anne was up to. Also she had fucked off to the bathrooms immediately and now here he was, stuck with his beer, watching an unbearably attractive man dance rings around his partner.
It was a particular kind of torture, Flint thought. The man deserved to be with someone who could really dance.
Then the curly-haired man looked up and caught his eye.
Flint nodded faintly at the man’s partner, as if to say ‘Him? Really?’
The other man shrugged slightly in response, still dancing. Then he grinned at Flint and made a ‘come-on then’ face at him.
Oh no.
No.
Oh, what the hell.
Flint found himself taking a final sip of beer and moving across the dance floor anyway.
He moved in between the curly-haired man and his partner easily. “Just cutting in.”
“Hey!” The other man complained.
Flint gave him a look and he subsided.
“Sorry.” Curls shrugged at him. “Maybe next time.”
They both watched him move off through the crowd.
“Thanks for that.” Curls smiled up at Flint. “Now...are you gonna show me your moves?” There was a challenge in his voice and a cocky smile on his lips that Flint could already taste on his own. The current song ended and he heard the familiar beat of ‘Take On Me’ start.
What the hell.
He started dancing and Curls moved in closer until their bodies were moving in easy rhythm together. Flint had almost forgotten how much fun it was to lose yourself in the music, the movement, the partner...
They danced for the next three songs and it wasn’t until they finally stepped out for a breath of fresh air that he finally thought to ask the other man’s name.
“You can call me Silver.” Silver told him.
Flint snorted. “Don’t tell you, you disco too.”
Silver grinned. “I guess you’ll have to come back next week and find out.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: The X-Files
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully
Characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully
Additional Tags: Episode: s06e08 Rain King, Tumblr Prompt, Last Dance, Dancing
Series: Part 17 of To have and to hold
Summary:
“One last dance” he held her hand as she took a step back from his embrace.
They danced the night away in a high school gym, surrounded by cheesiest decorations and thoroughly liquored up late-late-late-teens, at a reunion that wasn’t even theirs to begin with.
“Please” he insisted.
Finally I am happy with this, it took me a month to polish it, but i did it! And it has 2 chapters, wow me!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Three years after Naboo, a too-easy mission, too many invasive questions from strangers, and a dance lead to realizations and changes for Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi and Master Qui-Gon Jinn.
It’s doneeeee! *collapses*
Holy hell this is so much longer than initially planned. And it has almost porn. Someday I will write full porn. That day is not today.
Anyway, here is the dancing fic I have been babbling about lately. Still can’t find the title of the song I have them dancing too in my head, but I will add it when I do!
