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[shegatsby]

Love Thy Enemy

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

A/N: Hello my little doves, here I am with the final chapter, please enjoy and I'm really sorry about the delay, I'm an Englis teacher, I have friends drama recently (you know the girl who is ''obsessed'' with you turns against you, its canon event) lol

Warnings: None.

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Chapter Sixteen

Baron Vladimir Harkonnen and his oldest nephew Glossu Rabban were on the same ship which lead the other ships in Dune’s atmosphere. ‘’Uncle, I want her.’’ Rabban wanted his uncle to remember the deal they had made. ‘’Of course nephew.’’ Baron Vladimir was on his floating device and smoking shisha, ‘’Play with her for a while and then I shall have her head.’’ He was planning on public execution, now that the Emperor himself was on his side no one could stop him. Baron Vladimir’s commander walked in and bowed, his jet black uniform made him look like an angel of death, ‘’My Baron,’’ he began, he was a tall, muscular man with a gigantic tattoo on his bald head, it was a sneak, ‘’We are ready to attack.’’

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was the commander of his own army, he wasn’t a coward and he wasn’t going to let his men die. He was on his personal war ship in the sky, greeting his uncle, the Baron.

The black skies above Arrakis roared with the sound of burning engines and shattering glass.

Explosions flared like second suns, painting the horizon orange and blood-red. The air was thick with smoke, and screams echoed through the comms.

Feyd-Rautha gripped the controls of the ornithopter, its wings twitching like an angry insect as he dodged another heat-seeking missile. His own men were dying all around him — loyal Harkonnen soldiers who followed him into this treasonous defense. The ships were falling to the desert left and right.

“They’re flanking us from the east!” a voice barked in his ear. “We’re overwhelmed!”

He snarled. “Hold the line! Don't let them reach the palace!”

The Baron’s armada darkened the skies above Arrakeen — massive ships like bloated black leeches, casting shadows over the entire city. Rabban was in one of them, laughing. Feyd could feel it.

In the belly of the fortress, Y/N stood before the war table, her eyes wild, hands pressed against the glass, watching the battle unfold. Her voice trembled but never broke. “The outer defenses are gone. They’re pushing through. If Rabban gets through the gates—”

“He won’t.” Feyd’s voice crackled through the speakers. “Not while I breathe.”

She closed her eyes. “If you die out there, I die too.”

No one answered her.

She turned to her attendants — no longer just maids, but warriors now. “Get every able-bodied fighter armed. We die standing.”

A thunderclap split the sky. A massive explosion bloomed in the distance — Feyd’s second battalion, gone. Silence fell across his comms.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the wind and fire.

And then—

“This is Duke Leto of House Atreides. We answer the call.”

The voice cracked like thunder, and Y/N’s knees nearly buckled.

From the far side of the horizon, emerald-winged ornithopters burst through the clouds, House Atreides banners flapping like war cries. The green lights of their ships glowed like salvation itself, swarming around the Baron’s fleet.

Feyd screamed into his comm: “They’re here! It’s House Atreides — they’re here!”

The skies turned chaotic. A Harkonnen cruiser burst into flames. A second was pulled into the sand by a worm-call bomb. From the Atreides ships poured trained soldiers, like vengeful spirits, pushing back the invaders one by one.

Y/N gripped the metal railing, her heart thundering in her chest. “Father…”

Inside his own ship, Baron Vladimir snarled, his fat fingers twitching. “NO! NO—shoot them down! Rabban! Where is Rabban?!”

But Rabban’s ship had been hit. It spiraled, smoking, screaming down toward the desert like a wounded beast.

In the skies, Feyd’s ornithopter and Leto’s met midair — ship to ship, open wings like hawks facing the storm. The comms crackled.

“…You protected my daughter,” Leto said.

Feyd nodded, lips tight. “And I’ll die doing it if I have to.”

Leto stared across at him, and for the first time — no hate, only respect.

“Then let’s finish this together.”

The Baron's command ship was circling high — a fortress in the clouds. That was their last target.

Feyd and Leto surged toward it side by side, past burning metal and broken wings. A final charge, like two wolves sprinting through fire.

Inside the palace, Y/N fell to her knees as she watched the Baron’s ship explode in a ball of black fire.

Cheers erupted through the fortress, from soldiers, maids, citizens. The war was over.

The dungeons of Arrakeen had never held someone of his stature.

Baron Vladimir Harkonnen — once the most feared man in the Imperium — now sat slumped against a stone wall, his bloated body smeared with blood and ash. His floating device had been ripped from his spine during capture. He couldn’t even stand without it.

Chains clinked as he dragged himself upright, red eyes glaring at the flickering torchlight. Footsteps echoed beyond the bars.

And then they appeared.

Feyd-Rautha stepped into view, dressed in black ceremonial armor streaked with ash, the sigil of House Harkonnen pulsing faintly on his chest. But beside him stood the true executioner: Lady Y/N Atreides-Harkonnen. Her green cloak trailed behind her, the emerald hawk of her house pinned boldly to her chest. And her hand rested protectively on the small swell of her stomach.

Their child.

Vladimir laughed through blood. “So… the little witch is breeding.”

Y/N’s eyes remained unreadable. Her voice cold and sharp. “You tried to have me killed. You tried to murder your own bloodline.”

The Baron’s grin twisted. “I should have succeeded. The child in your womb will be my death.”

Feyd spoke, his voice low and dangerous. “No, uncle. You were your own death.”

The Baron turned his gaze to his nephew. “And what are you now, boy? Atreides’ pet? You think she’ll love you? She’ll slit your throat in your sleep.”

“She already has my heart,” Feyd answered. “My throat, she can take any time.”

Y/N stepped forward, her voice unwavering. “For the enslavement of thousands… for every mutilation, for every atrocity you laughed through… for what you did to Feyd—because I know now what he endured growing up in your hell—”

She inhaled slowly. “You will die. Today.”

Baron Vladimir’s smile finally faltered. His eyes shifted, no longer smug — but afraid.

Feyd nodded to the guards. The cell door creaked open.

Y/N stopped him with a hand to his chest. “Let me.”

Feyd looked at her — and despite everything, he obeyed. He stepped back.

She stood over the Baron, now dragged to his knees, coughing, broken. “You said you would have my head,” she whispered, kneeling slightly, lowering her voice so only he could hear. “Instead, I’ll have your silence.”

The Baron opened his mouth to retort — but she used the Voice.

“Die.”

The word pierced his mind like a thousand blades. His body seized. Foam gathered at his lips. His heart pounded once—twice—then collapsed in on itself.

He fell, eyes wide open, mouth still twisted in rage, but lifeless.

The cell was silent.

Feyd slowly approached her from behind. “You did it.”

She turned, face pale but proud. “No. We did.”

He hesitated. And then dropped to his knees before her, one hand on her belly.

“For our child,” he said. “They will know the Harkonnen name as something else. Something better.”

Y/N touched his hair, softening. “You already are.”

The torchlight flickered over the body of the tyrant. And in the silence of that dungeon, a dynasty was reborn.

The sands of Arrakis shimmered gold beneath the twin moons, and for once — there was no warship in sight.

Instead, banners fluttered in the warm wind — green for House Atreides, black for Harkonnen, silver for Corrino. Every noble house had arrived on Arrakis, not for battle, but for celebration.

Atop the great palace carved into the rock, a towering terrace was transformed into a glowing ballroom under the stars. Silk tents rippled in the desert wind, glowglobes floated like fireflies, and tables overflowed with spiced wine, roasted meats, and fruits imported from every known system. Music from Caladanian harps and Giedi Prime drums merged in an odd, harmonious beat — a truce in sound.

In the center stood Lady Y/N Atreides-Harkonnen.

She wore deep emerald green trimmed in obsidian, her hair braided in Atreides tradition, her lips painted blood-red. Around her neck rested the ancient hawk pendant of House Atreides, but her shoulders were wrapped in the black-and-silver cape of House Harkonnen.

Unity, without submission. Power, without apology.

And her hand rested delicately on her pregnant belly.

Princess Irulan embraced her tightly. “You look like an empress,” she whispered. “The Bene Gesserit sisters are already calling your unborn child the one who will balance the blade.”

Y/N smiled softly. “Let them whisper. I’m done being afraid of their plans.”

Across the terrace, Feyd-Rautha stood in full black, his armor polished, his smile rare and real. He watched her with something close to worship.

Duke Leto raised a glass from a distance, and Paul — now walking with gravitas worthy of his rising name — gave her a slight nod that said I see you.

Even the Emperor himself had sent emissaries with an official decree:

“Let it be known that House Atreides-Harkonnen stands in alliance. May the child of these two bloodlines guide the future of the Imperium.”

As night deepened, a great fire was lit in the center of the celebration. Feyd walked to Y/N’s side and offered his hand. “May I?”

They stepped onto the polished glass floor that reflected the stars above and danced.

No one dared speak over the moment. Enemies had tried to bury her, tried to break her — but now, they danced. Surrounded by politics, power, history — and the quiet promise of something better.

In that moment, under the firelight and stars, Feyd whispered to her belly:

“You’ll be born into a legacy soaked in blood, but we will rewrite it in gold.”

And Y/N smiled, fierce and full of light.

Months later the fortress on Giedi Prime was silent.

Not with peace — but with anticipation.

Storms churned above the city as if the very planet itself could feel it. Inside the once-colorless halls, fires had been lit, soft music played through the stone, and hundreds of guards stood on alert.

Because Lady Y/N was in labor.

And the whole House held its breath.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen stood outside her chamber, armor discarded, his hands bloodied from gripping too hard. The midwives had locked the doors. Not even the Na-Baron himself was allowed in until it was over.

The seconds felt like lifetimes.

Inside, Y/N gritted her teeth, sweat beading on her forehead as she clutched the sides of the ornate birthing chair. Her long hair clung to her back. Her breathing was sharp — not from fear, but sheer will.

“She’s strong,” the head midwife whispered. “Too strong for a single child.”

Y/N didn’t answer — she roared.

Her voice echoed through the stone halls, and Feyd dropped to his knees just outside the door, as if her pain physically struck him.

“Let me in,” he begged one of the guards. “Please—”

The doors opened with a slow, reverent creak.

“Na-Baron,” the midwife said, breathless. “You have been summoned.”

He stood so fast he nearly stumbled. His black cloak trailed behind him as he rushed inside.

The moment he stepped in, time stopped.

There she was — his wife, collapsed back against velvet cushions, pale but glowing, her hair a halo around her flushed cheeks. Her lips parted in exhausted gasps.

And in her arms…

A child.

No. Two.

One wrapped in deep green silk. The other in black.

Y/N looked up at him with teary eyes and a crooked smile. “Surprise.”

He fell to his knees at her side, eyes wide, lips trembling. “Twins…”

She nodded, cradling them gently. “A boy and a girl. One cried like the world offended him. The other didn’t make a sound. She just stared — like she already knows everything.”

Feyd touched the boy’s tiny fingers — strong, curled into fists.

And the girl’s — delicate, but already holding onto Y/N’s braid.

He swallowed hard. “They’re perfect.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder. “You’re crying,” she whispered, teasing.

He let out a broken laugh. “Am I?”

“You are.”

He kissed her temple, over and over, unable to stop. “You’re everything, little dove. You’ve given me more than I ever dreamed I deserved.”

Y/N turned slightly to look him in the eye. “You’ll protect them?”

“With my last breath.”

She stared at the twins. “The future of both houses… born from enemies.”

He held them close to his chest. “Not enemies. Survivors.”

Outside, the black sun rose again — but on the fortress tower, two banners were raised for the first time in history: green and black, side by side.

And for once… Giedi Prime knew peace.

Thank you so much for joining me on this journey. See you on the next one. xxx

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[shegatsby]

Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

A/N: Hi guys! I'm so sorry it took me a while to finish it, i have been dealing with some health issues and friendship drama. Gosh i fucking hate women who hate other women and try to put each other down. Anyways, love u all xxx

Please let me know if i forgot to tag you :)

Warnings: Mention of abuse, Leo being a prick.

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Chapter Eight

The golden boy, Leo Moore was with his buddies, drinking at an underground club where New York’s most dangerous gang leaders holding gambling nights, the guy he owed money to was a no show so that’s why Leo allowed himself to mingle and hang out with his friends. ‘’Hey Leo! My man!’’ he heard a familiar voice calling his name and he turned to face the owner of the voice, his old friend Tommy was coming from the door, the smoke inside didn’t make it easy to see, the walls were dark green, it was a crowded night, gamblers, drug dealers and just young men and women looking for trouble, ‘’Hey man!’’ Leo greeted him and Tommy sat next to him on the bar stool, the tables were occupied and in order to get a table you needed to be somebody, Leo was a nobody and it frustrated him all the time.

‘’You got some balls coming here man.’’ Tommy said and ordered two beers, Leo was smirking, he liked being acknowledged like that, ‘’What do you mean?’’ he asked anyways, Tommy, with his dark brown eyes searched the underground club and then his eyes found his buddy, ‘’What if Baron were here.. or any of his man?’’ he lowered his voice, even uttering the Baron’s name could get them in trouble. Baron Wolfgang von Strucker was an underground leader of gun trade, drugs etc. He was the one whom Leo owed money to, a vicious leader who would do anything to get what he desired, money that Leo owed him was a lot but thanks to Y/N they have been saving to pay the Baron but he was getting impatient, Leo was stalling him, that’s why he left his home, changed address and now living with Y/N. ‘’You know me Tommy boy,’’ he took a slug from his beer, ‘’I’m always lucky.’’

Bucky, who was sitting closer to them buy the bar had witnessed their entire conversation, he knew who the Baron was, he was a HYDRA commander back in Serbia and disappeared after the HYDRA fell, he knew Baron was alive and somewhere but he had no idea that they were in the same city. Bucky’s gaze fell on Leo and his buddy Tommy, they were talking about underground business, women in a derogatory way and sports. Bucky was about to leave, he got the info he needed but he was nailed to his stool when he heard Y/N’s name mentioned, his ears pricked like a loyal dog.

Tommy took a sip of his drink, eyes scanning the crowd casually, ‘’How are things with your woman?’’ he asked, his face showed no emotions, was he just making conversation or was there something else? When he said ‘’your woman’’ Bucky wanted to just jump at them but he couldn’t afford being discovered here, the government would ask questions to get to the bottom of what retired Winter Soldier was doing at an underground club. Leo shrugged his shoulders and gave a low, careless chuckle, he wasn’t even looking up from his empty beer glass, ‘’Still breathing, so fine I guess.’’ Bucky’s jaw tightened with that comment. Leo leaned back in his seat, tossing a peanut into his mouth like it was the most boring he had been asked all night. ‘’You know she is moody, mouthy. I’ve got her handled though.’’ Tommy raised an eyebrow, ‘’Handled?’’

Leo was grinning darkly, tapping his knuckles on the table. ‘’Let’s just say she knows better than to cross me these days.’’

Bucky’s grip on his glass tightened until it cracked. His blood ran cold, not from fear but rage.

Still breathing. Handled. The words echoed, sour and sharp, in his ears.

The glass in his hand creaked under the pressure of his grip — his vibranium fingers flexed, the metal tense and unforgiving. He didn’t even realize he’d stopped breathing until his chest burned for air.

Handled.

There was a time when he’d been on the receiving end of that word. Controlled. Conditioned. Owned. He knew what it meant when a man said it like that — all smug and cold, like he was talking about a dog he could kick when it barked too loud. He didn’t know how long he stared at Leo. Just… stared. His blood was buzzing now — not with adrenaline, but fury. Old, familiar, and cold-blooded. The soldier in him wanted to act. Slip into the shadows, take Leo by the throat and drag him into the alley until his teeth rattled. Until he begged. Until he understood what it felt like to be afraid. To be powerless.

But Bucky couldn’t move.

Not yet.

Because Y/N was still in the middle of it. And if Bucky got himself exposed now, if he got arrested or detained or made a goddamn scene… there’d be no one left to get her out.

So instead, he swallowed the rage. Bit down on it so hard it tasted like iron. Let it simmer low in his gut, like a grenade waiting for the pin to be pulled.

And when Leo laughed again — that hollow, smug little sound — Bucky smiled to himself.

Not now.

But soon.

Bucky left the bar immediately, he mounted his Harley and rode back to his apartment to take a shower and let Alpine calm him.

On the other side of town Y/N’s night shift had come to an end and she was walking back to her apartment, she couldn’t call that place home anymore, it was just a place she stayed and had her few personal belongings, on the walk back to her place she was limping, it wasn’t so bad, most of her bruises had healed already only left the little limping, it was going to take a bit more time since she walked all the time. Until she reached to her door she had prayed that Leo was out and finally the Universe did her a solid, Leo was nowhere to be seen and once she walked inside and locked the door she smiled to herself. She opened the windows to let the fresh air in, she immediately started cleaning, she vacuumed the floors and wiped them, changed the sheets, washed the dishes, it helped her mentally to clean her space, before Leo started living with her this was her home so after she had finished everything she took a long, hot shower. The hot water gave her comfort, she felt embraced by the water like a mother’s gentle hug, it had been so long since she hugged someone. Before she knew it the tears escaped, she sat on the bathtub, hugged her arms and cried until she couldn’t and in that moment she wanted a man, not her boyfriend but Bucky to be the one to pick her up and carry her to her bed. She had wondered where his apartment was or was he single? All these questions swirled in her head until she got to her feet and wrapped herself in her towel.

The next morning she got up and sat on her bed to listen the apartment, it was silent. She sighed in relief and got ready for her work, she loved working at the flower shop, she loved being surrounded by fresh flowers, colorful vases, even though she never got one she loved making bouquets for people. It had been a week since their encounter and she had no more bruises, nothing to hide but she also didn’t want to face him. How were they suppose to go back to being somewhat friends now that he had seen her like that? Bruised and powerless…

She was grateful for Melanie, because the girl seemed concerned for Y/N but never made her uncomfortable by asking her about anything, Y/N knew that women understood each other more deeply than men and Melanie was ready to hear everything once Y/N was ready to tell but that wasn’t anytime soon.

The air inside the shop was cool and fragrant, early sunlight pouring through the windows, casting soft shadows across the rows of tulips, lavender, and marigolds. Y/N was wiping down the front counter, pretending not to be watching the door. But her heart was already sprinting ahead of her, thudding hard in her chest.

She had convinced herself he wouldn’t come. Not this time. Not after what he saw.But Bucky Barnes was a man of habit. Soldier through and through. And like clockwork, at exactly 10:00 a.m., the little bell above the door rang. She didn’t look up at first.Her hand froze on the damp cloth, chest tightening.

She knew that silence. The way the door clicked shut softly behind him. How he never said a word when he entered. He didn’t need to.She finally raised her eyes.

There he was.

His hair was tucked beneath a cap today, stubble shadowing his jaw, leather jacket slightly open to reveal a black henley that stretched across his chest. And those eyes — oceans of something unreadable — locked with hers the moment she looked.

Y/N’s mouth went dry.

Bucky stepped forward, slow, as if approaching a wounded animal. His hand slipped into his jacket pocket — familiar, routine — and he pulled out a few crumpled bills. “Red roses,” he said, his voice low. “A dozen.”

Like always. But everything had changed.

Y/N swallowed. Her hands trembled slightly as she moved to the refrigerated case to retrieve the flowers. The silence between them pulsed — thick, strained. She turned, bouquet in hand, and finally met his gaze fully. There was no avoiding it now.

“You still want the same ribbon?” she asked, trying for casual. Bucky didn’t answer right away.

His eyes dropped to her wrist and then her neck — the one she’d bruised badly t — now bare, healed, exposed. She didn’t wear long sleeves anymore. She didn’t need to.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Same ribbon.”

Y/N turned, tying the bow slowly, her fingers fumbling more than usual. She hated how awkward she felt. How exposed. She wasn’t sure if it was shame or something else — vulnerability, maybe. A part of her had wanted him to stay away forever.

But another part…

When she turned back, his eyes hadn’t left her.

“You okay?” he asked softly. His voice barely rose above the hum of the shop’s fridge, but it cut straight through her. Y/N’s throat tightened. She forced a nod. “I’m okay.” It was a lie. Not a dangerous one, but a tired one. A polite one. Bucky looked at her a moment longer. Then he set the money down on the counter, but didn’t take the roses. She blinked. “Aren’t you—”

“I didn’t come for the flowers today,” he said, his voice even lower now. “I came to see you.” Her breath caught.

“I wasn’t gonna push,” he added, glancing down briefly. “Didn’t wanna make things worse. But when I saw you last week…” He stopped, jaw tightening. “I didn’t sleep.”

Y/N felt her eyes sting, just for a second. “I didn’t want you to see me like that,” she whispered. “I didn’t want anyone to.”

“I didn’t see you as weak,” he said immediately, stepping closer now, but slowly, giving her the choice to back away. She didn’t.

“I saw someone surviving.”

Her lips parted, but she didn’t know what to say.

“I saw someone getting through hell the only way they knew how,” Bucky continued. “And if you don’t want me around, I’ll go. (that was a damn lie and he knew. If she said that she didn’t want to see him again Bucky wasn’t going to anywhere, just lurking among the shadows, keeping an eye on her) But I want you to know—if you ever want out, I’m here. No questions. No judgment. Just… here.”

For a long, quiet beat, all she could do was stare at him.

Then she let out a breath. Shaky. Barely a whisper of a laugh escaped her, just from the absurdity of how much weight had been pressing on her chest until that exact second.

She stepped forward, slowly, and reached out — just enough to touch the roses.

“Then take the flowers, Bucky,” she said softly, meeting his eyes. “At least pretend it’s a normal Monday.”

He smiled. Just a little.

“Right,” he murmured. “A normal Monday.”

He took the bouquet. His fingers brushed hers. Her heart jumped. And for the first time in a long, long time, she didn’t feel so alone.

Bucky stood just outside the flower shop, bouquet in hand, the morning sun soft on his back as he debated whether to walk away or stay a second longer.

The glass door opened behind him with a soft creak.

“Hey,” Y/N’s voice called out.

He turned.

She was standing in the doorway, one hand lightly on the frame. Her apron was still tied loosely around her waist, and a little smudge of soil marked her cheek. She looked… calmer. Still tired, still guarded. But calmer.

“You forgot your receipt,” she said, holding up a small folded piece of paper.

He raised a brow. “You print receipts for regulars now?”

“No,” she admitted. “But you looked like you needed an excuse not to leave yet.”

That made him grin — a short, surprised huff of laughter. He walked back toward her, stopping just short of the threshold.

She held the paper out, but he didn’t take it. He just looked at her hand, then up at her eyes.

“Look,” he said, his voice gentler now. “I meant what I said. You ever want to talk, or get outta there for a while… hell, if you just want a place to sit that’s quiet — I got one.” He reached into his jacket pocket again, but this time it wasn’t money he pulled out. It was a small slip of paper, worn around the edges. “This is my address,” he said, holding it out. “You don’t have to use it. But I want you to have it. Just in case.”

Y/N stared at it like it might burn her fingers.

“I’m not trying to fix everything for you,” he continued. “I know you’ve been doing that yourself. But… I remember what it felt like to not have anywhere safe to go.” That last part lingered in the air between them. She took the paper slowly, fingertips brushing his. Bucky didn’t move. He didn’t push. Just stood there, solid as ever — a man offering shelter, not demands. She glanced down at the address, reading the street name silently. It wasn’t far. She could walk there. “Is that where Alpine lives, too?” she asked quietly, trying to ease the lump in her throat. His smile softened. “Yeah. She’s the real boss of the place.” Y/N tucked the paper into the pocket of her apron. “Thanks,” she said, barely above a whisper. Bucky nodded once. “No pressure.” Then he turned to go, but this time with no hesitation — not because he didn’t care, but because he’d already said what mattered. She stood in the doorway a few seconds longer, watching him walk down the street, the red bouquet still clutched in his hand. The little slip of paper felt heavier than it should’ve in her pocket. Not like a key… not yet. But maybe like a way out.

Or maybe, just maybe — a way forward.

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[shegatsby]

Drabble about Hannibal x reader (mid twenties afab) who has asperger's and is a virgin? She's masculine and a little clueless about romance so maybe she's been missing all of Hannibal's cues and so he straight up has to tell her that he is attracted to her and she's all surprised? Live your work, thank you!

A/N: Hi, thank you for the request. Enjoy! xxx

Warnings: None.

Being in her mid 20s and landing an internship by the man none other than Doctor Hannibal Lecter wasn’t for the weak, however she earned her place by his side. Ever since she was little she knew she wanted to study the human mind, now as a freshly university graduate she was the assistant of Dr. Lecter, he was a legend in Psychiatry and Psychology, his papers were the ones she had studied and as soon as she graduated she wanted to learn the field from the Doctor himself.

She was so focused on the task at hand that she hadn’t notice Doctor Lecter e-coming to the office, taking off his coat. He came and stood behind her as she was organizing files, she looked very professional, her hair on a sleek bun, glasses, grey pencil skirt with black, satin top and to complete the piece a pair of black, shiny stilettos. Hannibal wanted to pull her from her waist and hug her from behind but that wasn’t an option, for now at least. When he first read her email to apply for an internship he was actually impressed, he had asked to have a meeting and when he saw her for the first time he knew that he wasn’t going to let her go any time soon, they have been working together ever since. It had been 6 months. In these 6 months he was sure he was obvious with his intentions but Y/N was oblivious and he was getting frustrated.

 ‘’Y/N?’’ he called which made her jump, ‘’Doctor L-‘’ she corrected herself, ‘’Hannibal.’’ Months ago Hannibal made it clear that he wanted to be first name basis with her, she was forgetting sometimes out of respect probably. ‘’Allow me to help you.’’

Due to her syndrome she didn’t have facial expressions often but when she was talking to Hannibal or when he was being kind to her she had a small smile all the time. ‘’Thank you.’’ She said and together they worked in silence, until Hannibal spoke again.

‘’Would you like to grab lunch together? I know a place.’’ He wasn’t looking at her, his focus was on the files, ‘’Sure.’’ She replied with a neutral tone.

When lunch time came Hannibal drove to the restaurant he had discovered few years ago and loved very much, the sea food they had was delicious and he knew that Y/N liked sea food. He had done his research over the months and he knew what she liked and didn’t like, and also since she was on the spectrum Hannibal also knew the things she obsessed over. He remembered the time when he gifted her a sea shell and she went crazy about it, she had a collection at home and fascinated by all kinds of sea shells.

It was a fancy place but she didn’t care about that, she was more curious about the sea food they had, Hannibal pulled her chair, which was something he thought her. Before they went out she always sat on her own and then Hannibal explained the social norms, he said that he was a gentleman and he would like to pull her chair all the time for her to sit, she didn’t understand why but he meant well so she turned it into her routine, she let her pull her chair and take her coat. Her syndrome made it hard for her to gain social skills but Hannibal was helping her, he had always wanted someone to mold into his liking and if the God was real then he granted Hannibal’s wish because he placed Y/N on Hannibal’s lap.. so to speak.

He sat back and observed her for a second, she had no make-up on, no large nails, she was just herself and Hannibal had a flutter in his lower abdomen, a feeling long forgotten, pushed aside. He cleared his throat rather to get his thoughts in order. ‘’Shall we order?’’

Y/N was busy checking the menu, sea food section to be specific. ‘’What would you recommend?’’ she asked, her gaze upon the menu, Hannibal gave his honest thoughts on the food he had there, and then a young man came to get their order.

Later, as they were enjoying their food and chatting Hannibal came to the realization that she was oblivious to any romantic or flirtatious interaction because this young waiter tried to make small talk with her and she just replied with plain answers. He had to give it to the young man, even though she was here with someone he tried to shoot his shot. ‘’That’ll be all, thank you.’’ Hannibal cut the conversation and after that they were in silence, eating. He cleared his throat and gained her attention, he took a sip from his white wine, ‘’Y/N..’’ he began. She put down her fork and looked at him, she was learning to make eye contact, it was hard. ‘’My main motive wasn’t just to have a nice lunch with you, I would like to make a proposal.’’ He smiled subtly, ‘’What is the proposal?’’ she asked with a straight face, however she was very curious, Hannibal looked at her, in a way that would make any women crumble to their feet. However, for Y/N, he looked just focused.

‘’As you know, we have been working together for 6 months, we have spent so many moments together, dinner, lunch, conferences, meeting friends and family members.’’

She only nodded in return, sensing that this conversation was getting important.

 Hannibal extended his hand on the table touch hers gently, he knew that she wasn’t too fond of physical intimacy and there for she choose not to have any physical relationships, he was aware of everything. ‘’My proposal is that, how about taking this further? I would like to have a romantic relationship with you Y/N. I have been interested in you for so long and today showed me that you are oblivious to such intimacies. If you’ll have me, I’ll be yours.’’

His hand felt warm on hers, and comfortable. She had noticed that his presences were making her feel safe and protected, he was right, in these past months they got to know each other and Y/N realized it now that he was actually trying to make his affections known. He knew her syndrome, and everything he needed to know and he was willing to carry this further.

‘’Yes.’’ She said, She wanted to be romantic like the other girls but she wasn’t like any of them, and Hannibal loved her this way. ‘’I would love to be with you too, Hannibal.’’ She smiled softly and Hannibal could see the shine in her pretty eyes. A perfect little thing to mold to his wishes and make her his.

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Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

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Warnings: Domestic abuse.

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Chapter Seven

Y/N felt like everything happened in a second and also in thousands of years, she couldn’t make sense of it all but Bucky was there, by the door of the flower shop and she was sitting on the counter waiting for Melanie to come back with takeout lunch. Bucky had woken up early today because it was rose day, so he could just go and talk to her instead of stalking her, of course he loved being her shadow but he also craved to hear her voice, see her smile. He even had breakfast, he usually had microwaved stuff to eat but today he went to get breakfast, a big American style, and then came back to his apartment, took a shower, shaved and got dressed. He wore his usual black clothes with leather gloves and combat boots, he got onto his Harley and hit the engine, he wasn’t prepared to see her in a state like this at all. His blue eyes immediately found her throat and saw the bruises, he could feel his blood boiling, he clenched his fists, with that strength he was sure he was going to break his metal fist, Y/N jumped to her feet, hissed in pain and limped her way back to behind the counter ‘’Red roses right?’’ she asked not looking at him at all and got to working, her hands quicker than normal. Bucky walked up to the counter, he could hear himself breathing heavier to control his anger, why wasn’t she looking at him? Bucky had to treat this situation very delicately, he didn’t desire to upset or scare her but he had to be sure of how she ended in this limping and bruised situation, he had a guess.

‘’Y/N..’’ he whispered her name, desperate for her to look at him. However, she didn’t budge at all. She was embarrassed even though she shouldn’t be, nothing was her fault. ‘’Y/N?’’ He asked again, his gloved hands on the counter, ‘’Who?!’’ now his voice was stern, his blue eyes were on her, trying to see a clue, something on her face… He couldn’t believe how she was quick making that bouquet, ‘’Give me a name!’’ he demanded but she was still silent. James Buchanan Barnes Jr was having an arduous amount of time not to lash out and get the name out of her pretty mouth, dark and twisted parts of his mind were coming to surface, like zombies after smelling fresh meat to devour. He was getting more and more impatient when she was a solid statue before him, only focused on one thing. Y/N’s mind went off on tangent, she didn’t want to talk about what Leo was putting her through but to only do her job at the moment. ’’Here, all done.’’ She placed the bouquet between his hands which were resting on the counter, his eyes on hers, and this was the first moment she faced him, he positively looked like a hell hound, ready to cause destruction. Again she felt that she had some kind of a power over him, he looked like he was ready to kill anyone for her and it both scared and intoxicated her. She had never felt his before, in her relationship dynamics she was the one who did everything for the man, aka Leo. Cared for him, paid his debts (still paying), healed his wounds and here Bucky was, standing still and  glaring with his icy blue eyes, ready to sprint as soon as she said the name of her abuser. She could feel herself getting emotional, it was all too much, he was just so close even though there was the counter between them, Y/N could smell his manly cologne, his after shave. One could see the outlines of his upper arms, he must have very big biceps…

‘’Bucky…’’ she whispered and her voice was shaky and in that moment Bucky was about to lose it, she lowered her head, trying to hide the tears that were forming at the ends of her eyes, in her blurry vision she saw his gloved hand reaching for her chin, it felt like she was imagining it, why would a stranger whom she met few weeks ago would try to console her, before he could make contact she pulled away, ‘’I can’t…’’ said with a shaky voice and headed to the back room limping with her injured leg. Bucky cursed under his breath, was he being too much? He had a custom to put the blame on himself any chance he got. He got the flowers and placed the money on the counter and as he was about to leave he almost crushed Melanie, ‘’Oh, sorry..’’ Melanie said, looking startled, ‘’Where is Y/N?’’ but Bucky didn’t reply, just left the flower shop in haste, shutting the door of the shop rather harsher than intended. Melanie was stunned, what was going on? Did they have an altercation? Unlikely because Melanie knew Y/N, she would never pick a fight with a customer, even though some deserved it.

Bucky hopped onto his bike and rode it to his building, he didn’t know how many traffic rules he had crossed and he was sure that it was going to attract the U.S Government’s attention. Once he reached Mrs. Rodriguez’s door he handed the roses which the woman gladly accepted, made small conversation and smiled genuinely, all Bucky could do was to listen, nod and give short answers and then he was free to march to his own floor. As soon as he got into his flat he shut the door behind and sat on his dark couch, his hands were shaking in primal anger. Alpine immediately jumped on his lap, Bucky knew that cats could sense negative emotions and try to help their owners by reducing them, he pet his cat as he exhaled and inhaled deeply, he even did the shitty breathing technique his therapist thought him… speaking of the devil he had to arrange a meeting with her, otherwise the US Government would literally come to his door, pick him up and taking him there so instead of that he got his phone and called his Doc, made an appointment for today, in a few hours he was going to meet his personal hell.

On the other hand Y/N pretended like nothing happened between her and the ‘’Rose Guy’’ even though Melanie asked few questions she brushed them off and ate her lunch. Y/N still didn’t tell Melanie the name of the Rose Guy and she wanted to keep that information all to herself, didn’t know why though. Other than the intense encounter with Bucky she had a calm day at the shop, making bouquets, changing the water in the vases, cutting the leaves on the roses, she let Melanie clean today even though Y/N was a crazy controlling freak when it came to cleaning but with her limping leg it wouldn’t be ideal to do the cleaning. As her day went calmly Bucky’s day was getting worse, he was sitting on the couch opposite of his shrink. She had chic but casual clothing as usual, she had her leather covered notebook on her lap and holding her pen. ‘’It’s been a month James, how have you been?’’

Bucky was confused at first, has it really been a month? Then he remembered, he had been on a mission in this month and also he had a interest, stalking the girl he liked, as soon as he remembered Y/N a sudden darkness shadowed his blue eyes which didn’t go unnoticed by the Doc, ‘’What’s wrong?’’ she immediately asked, ‘’Nothing.’’ He replied quicker and it gave it away, ‘’We both know that’s a lie, James.’’ She opened her notebook, ‘’Okay, okay… don’t write. You know how what happens.’’  

‘’You seem a little off today, did something happen recently?’’ she didn’t write on her notebook but asked again, her voice irritated Bucky most of the time. ‘’I, uh..’’ he began, ‘’I hope you didn’t do anything illegal…’’ she seemed concerned since Bucky was hesitant to speak, ‘’Let’s remember the rules shall we? Rule number one, no illegal business.’’ She started, Bucky knew the rules, ‘’I was on a mission which the Government had sent me so, no illegal business.’’ He defended himself, of course he wasn’t going to tell the Doc that he had been stalking a young woman for a month, ‘’Rule number two?’’ she asked to make sure Bucky remembered them, ‘’What was rule number two?’’ he pretended like he didn’t remember, ‘’Nobody gets hurt, it’s a big one.’’ She was annoyed but had to be calm, ‘’Then why isn’t it rule number one?’’ he passive aggressively clapped back, suddenly he had a vision of Y/N with that bruise and limping… she got hurt and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He hated himself for it. ‘’I didn’t hurt anybody. Neither during the mission or in my civilian life.’’ He felt like he should clarify. ‘’Then what’s the problem?’’ she asked directly again.

‘’I saw someone… who got hurt and..’’ he had to be extremely careful here, one wrong word and they would discover who he was talking about and maybe do something to her or use her against him, like HYDRA. Damn, he trusted no one.

She kept her silence so that he would finish his sentence, ‘’and I wasn’t there to protect them. That made me almost lash out.’’ He explained simply, Doc was surprised to hear it, ‘’Is this person someone I know?’’ she was referring to Sam, ‘’No.’’

‘’Okay, so you’re making friends. Glad you listened to me.’’ She was very pleased with Bucky, even though he had given her a vague explanation about his problem, ‘’And you also realized the emotion you felt and controlled it, I assume?’’

‘’I almost slipped but controlled it, thanks to my cat.’’ Doc knew he had a cat. ‘’I’m glad Alpine was there to comfort you, you should keep connecting with nature and animals to balance your emotions.’’

There was a pause and then she asked, ‘’How did you meet this friend?’’ of course she was going to ask, ‘’At their work place.’’ He wasn’t going to give the gender and the occupation of hers. Doc didn’t want to push it, it was obvious that he still had trust issues and it was going to take years for him to break that pattern. She checked her watch, ‘’I believe our session has come to an end, see you soon James.’’ She had a slight, satisfied smile, she felt victorious and it felt good.

Bucky left the session with the same feelings he had before he entered,

Rage

Annoyance

Blood thirst

The last one was onerous to control, the little peace he had in Wakanda and the healing he managed to accept was on a thin ice, he wanted to drink to numb himself but thanks to the super soldier serum running in his veins he couldn’t get drunk, maybe tipsy but that meant he needed to spend a fortune on the liquid. Even though he felt like he was lost his mind and body knew where to go, he mounted his Harley and he found himself in the same alley that was looking at Y/N’s second job.  

It was getting late and as calm as he could be, Bucky leaned on his bike and lit a cigarette, he wasn’t a smoker normally but today wasn’t normal and he had a pack just in case if he was feeling stress or feeling down. As the sky turned into dark blue he had finished the pack of cigarettes, and as he was smoking the last one he saw her, limping her way inside the store. Seeing her like that evoke the fire in him, he had to do something but do it discreetly, he already had made her scared earlier today by questioning her so he had to take care of the problem she was having which meant that he was also having that problem… her ‘’boyfriend’’ he knew deep in his soul that it was that guy, of course he had done his research, Leo Moore. They have been together since high school and recently he had moved in with her, but why recently? Bucky couldn’t find and health insurance on the guy or work records, if he was working than it meant illegally but he guessed that he wasn’t working, he was good at reading people and he knew that Leo was using her. He had to go, disappear and never come back. He was hurting her and hindering her from grater things in this life, like a better job, or a loving and protective boyfriend…

He inhaled the smoke and it burnt his insides for a second and then the feeling was gone, he threw the bud on the floor and pressed on it with his heavy boot. Leo Moore’s days were counted.

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Ok may I request a soulmate au with a reader who is oblivious but like she doesn’t wear heels or makeup he’s like all natural. And she foster kittens.

Fluff to nsfw sub reader

Inexperienced virgin reader

A/N: Hi! I'm finally getting to my request, i had other ongoing stories to write so i have been busy and apologies! Love you all, enjoy!

Warnings: Smut. Virgin reader.

She was walking to the animal shelter, they had her number so whenevr there was an emergency of fostering kittens they would call her and she was on her way, cold Baltimore weather not giving her a break. It was snowing like crazy but she didn't care, she had speacial place for animals in her heart, especially cats so she was going to do whatever it would take to help animals, no matter what. As she got off the bus she literally ran to cross the street to the animal shelter and just as she was about to reach for the door she slipped and fell on her ass. She sighed, cursing her fate, she was about to get up when she saw a gentleman's hand extended towards her, ''Mind if I help you Miss?'' a low baritone voice pulled her back to the reality, ''T-thank you.''

She managed to say and took the hand of the stranger and with his help she got to her feet. The stranger's hand was strong and with his other hand he held her side to steady her and she felt something in her chest, maybe it was beacuse of the cold air or how charming the stranger was. ''I believe our destination is similar.'' he added, pointing the animal shelter, ''I believe so.'' she replied smiling ''Allow me.'' the tall stranger opened the door for her and they walked inside, thankfully the inside was warm and welcoming. ''Are you here to adopt?'' he asked curiously, ''No, they called me to foster kittens, they have my number so whenver they need someone to take care of a clowder of kittens I'm here for the rescue.'' she shortly explained and it earned her a small smile for the man in an expensive long coat and black leather gloves. His maroon eyes regarded her kindly yet with a touch of distance, ''What an honorable task to complete. I'm charmed.'' and in that oment she felt a rush of heat climibing to her face, she wanted to curse under her breath but held herself. ''Are you hear to adopt?'' she asked the same question. They were standing still, no one seemed to pay attention to them, ''No, I'm here to pick medicine for a friend's dog.'' he explained nonchalantly, ''Oh, what an honorable task to complete.'' she said and walked to the desk to retrieve the kittens that needed her attention and care.

After that strange meeting with that stranger she haven't seen or hear from him for a week, just like any other encounter. However, something happend which gave her a slight hope. One evening she was in her home, kittens on the floor sleeping or eating, she got news that all of the kittens would be in their new homes soon so she was happy and sad at the same time. As she was watching her favorite TV show her phone rang but it wasn't soemone she knew, she waited and then decided to answer. ''Hello?''

''I'm sorry to bother you but I have received your number from the animal shelter.''

And with that low baritone she froze on her couch, was this the man she met a week ago, ''Yes....'''

''My name is Doctor Hannibal Lecter, I have an emergency with a mother cat and her kittens, I called the animal shelter but they said they were closing and gave me your number instead.'' he paused and then chuckled to himself, she liked the sound of that, ''Honestly, I'm lost when it comes to taking care of animals, I don't know if they're healthy or not, is it okey if I brought you the mother cat and kittens... tonight?''

She checked her clock on the wall, her house was clean and tidy, she was in her pjs. ''It's alright. I'll send you the address.'' and they hung up.

After 30 min Doctor Hannibal Lecter was in her home with the mother cat and kittens, ''Good heavens! You already have 4 of these little creatures, I had no idea, I'm so sorry.''

She laughed little, ''It's fine, they will be gone soon, all of them are adopted. I'm happy to have new ones.'' As they sat on her couch she checked the mother cat and the kittens and they were fine, of course they were fine, Hannibal just needed excuse to get her number and see her, she was so attractive that Hannibal had never seen a woman with such natural, divine beauty. If she were in ancient times she would have started at least 3 wars in her name but he would fight, deceit and do whatever it takes to have her for himself. Her hair was loose, she had no make up and she had basic clothes, black leggins, wrapping her delicious legs rightly, and a white sweater. Obviously she was young, maybe freshly college graduate, her flat was small, maybe she rented when she was studying and decided to stay.

''They seem fine. I'm happy to take care of them.''

Hannibal was glad but didn't want to leave and end the conversation, thankfully before he could initiate she did. ''Would you like some coffee?''

Later, they were drinking their coffee and having a nice chat of art, education and culture. He learned that she working at a corprate job, cyber security and it was 9 to 5. He liked a woman with a stable job and a good career, full of posibilites.

Hannibal wanted to caress her face and tell her how naive she was, he got those cats from another animal shelter just to see her and get her number.

Once the conversation came to realtionships he asked if she had a boyfriend and learned that she was single and it looked like a long time, ''That's crazy, how can a woman such as charming and beautiful yourself be single?!'' he protested but deep down he was relieved that he didn't have to remove the ''boyfriend''

After that night Hannibal had a solid excuse to talk to her thanks to the cats, and after days he had invited her over for dinner, to thank her formally.

That night she showed up in a simple black dress, her natural hair long and loose, Hannibal got her coat and hanged it and welcomed her.

She felt a bit embrassed when she saw the courses he had prepared himself. He was a very capable man indeed.

''Hannibal.. these are delicious.'' she had to admit, over the days they became in name basis, he wanted so.

''I love cooking for people I care about.'' He replied, was it too soon? Once he saw her reaction it satisfied him. She blushed and looked away.

After the dinner Hannibal took her to the basement to show her the wine collection he had and seeing her leaning on the wall did something to him, he was going to court her for a long time and then make a move but in that moment all of his rules were thrown away. He took a step towards her and kissed her soft lips, she was backed against the wall next to the wine racks. She froze when she felt his plump lips on hers, what was going on? She slightly parted her lips for him to enter and continue kissing her but her whole body was in fight or flight mode, she wasn't used to this, her last boyfriend was back in first year of college and then she didn't date anyone, also the fact that she was still a virgin made her heart beat faster than normal. ''Hannibal..'' she moaned into his mouth, her hands came to his clothed chest to stop him, Hannibal stopped, he tried to catch his breath he was looking into her doubtful eyes, ''I've never...'' she began and silenced herself, Hannibal had a hunch but now he was certain. ''I know,'' he said softly, he caressed her cheeks and kissed her forehead, ''If you let me I would like to make you mine tonight.'' his words, the positing they were in it was all intoxicating so she gave in, nodded slightly and Hannibal, with a swift motion picked her up bridal style and carried her upstairs, his bedroom. She didn't have much time to look at his room but it was chic and elegnat with dark tones, he laid her on the soft, satin sheets that smelled fresh. He started leaning down on her and closing the gap and they started kissing slowly, soon the kiss got heated, her hands went to his shirt to take it off, he unbottened and took it off, his toned and hairy chest was at display and she ran her hands on his chest, he was also fit, maybe he was also working out, he was perfection. Later his hands started to play with hem of her dress, she was shy but let him take off the black dress and she was in her simple black underwear, she felt embarrased but Hannibal reassured her, ''The most dublime being on this earth...'' and he started kissing her legs, working his way up to her thighs and then belly and his lips found her lips once again. He was way older and experienced then her so she decided to let herself be relaxed and in his hands, he knew what he was doing. He gently took off her bra and tossed it aside, she wanted to cover her breasts but he didn't allow it, he held her wrists, ''I want to see you, sweetheart.'' she was blushing crazy but she also felt safe, Hannibal's mouth found her tit and started sucking gently and playing with the other, his hot mouth made her moan in pleasure, she was getting wetter each second. Then, he didn't forget to suck the other one, making wet sounds were driving her mad. ''Hannibal..'' she whimpered, ''Yes, my love.'' he replied with a cocky tone, making a pop sound as his mouth left her tit, ''Please...'' she begged and Hannibal was pleased, ''Please what? Use your words, sweetheart.'' he loved her like this, desperate and in need.

''I want you.. I need you..'' she was whining like a cat and he loved it. He had been with many women before but Y/N was the one who entertained him and gave him pleasure by just being displayed on his bed, all flushed and shaking.

''Your wish is my command.'' and with that he took off his pants and boxers, climbed back to his bed and took off her panties as well. She was again shy and reluctant a bit but Hannibal, without scaring her, he pushed her legs apart and saw her shiny core, all wet and never been used, just for him and him only. Hannibal was going to make sure that she belonged to him, body and soul after tonight.

''You're so wet... all for me..'' he had an idea, ''Come here and spit on it.'' his hand went to her chin to grab her gently, and she was lifted. She looked at his cock, it was big and viney. She spit on it and looked up into his dark eyes, ''That's a good girl.'' and he pushed her back and she was enjoying it. This new side of him, dominant and in charge. She was on her back again, legs spread wide and she watched Hannibal tease her entrance with his tip, even the slightest touch made her shiver in ecstasy. ''Tell me how much you want me, love.'' he was calm but with and edge, he couldn't wait to be inside her and make her his but he needed to hear it. ''Hannibal... I want you so bad, please fuck me.'' she confessed, ever since the first day she saw him she felt this pull toward him, like a magnet. Hannibal growled in desperation and slowly entered, he was intent on being slow and gentle first. As he was halyway in she was a whining mess under him and he liked the image he saw, he made a mental image to remember it whenever he wished. He leaned to kiss her as he fully entered her wet core, she arched her back like a feline, so hot. ''I know baby,'' he was whispiring in her ear as he picked up a pace, ''I know, I know, just endure for me...'' she was cluthing the satin bed sheets like her life depended on it, she had never expected sex to be this good, of course at first there was a skight pain but then Hannibal's skillful movements made her feel like she was on the clouds. ''You like it, princess?'' his pace got a bit faster, in his room they could hear the skin to skin contact, wet and obscene sounds filling their ears. ''Yeah..'' she whined her eyes close, ''Look at me, look at me as I fill you up.'' he held her chin and force her to look and the sight she saw was something she had never seen before but she liked it. She wanted to be his for the rest of her life.

''Look how perfect you're.'' Hannibal was telling the truth, ever since their first encounter he also had a strange pull toward her that he couldn't explain, maybe her natural beauty or the innocent look in her pretty eyes... he didn't care. All he wanted was to be around her and have her in his space, after the cat incident he had another plan coming to his mind as he was filling her up, he was going to orchestrate an immoral plan to make her live with him but they needed time for that. He had to earn her trust completely. His cock in her made Hannibal feel like he was a cave man, getting what he wanted, and he liked that primal feeling. She brought that feeling in him with her soft feminine manners and features. ''Say my name!'' he was getting close, her wet pussy was so tight that he was about to see the stars, ''Hannibal..'' she looked into his eyes as he was pounding in her like a man starved. ''Hannibal..'' he liked the sound of her desperation and need and he knew himself, tonight was going to be a long and sinful night. His free hand went to play with her clit to also bring her close, that little bundle of nerves did wonders to his case, she started to shake deeply, and she was coming with spasm, and then Hannibal followed, he spilled inside her, no protection, no nothing. ''Fuck...'' he growled, buried deep inside her, she kissed him and he rode his high, once his seed spilled in her wet core he pulled out and watched it, he used both of his hands to open her up good and watch his seed come out, it was a sight to see. He looked up to meet her gaze, ''You're mine.''

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I just wanted to say how much I love your fanfics—your writing is absolutely incredible! I’m really looking forward to the next chapters of Silent Obsession. Can’t wait to see what happens next!

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Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

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Warnings: Domestic abuse.

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Chapter Six

Bucky made the kid wear the helmet, and together they rode to 24/7 open shop, Y/N’s second job. He didn’t want to look like a predator and also didn’t want to be an asshole but he had a good excuse now. Helping the kid getting something to eat, and keeping him company was something he wanted to do and also seeing her was a cherry on top.  He only wished that Steve one day would grow up to be a nice gentleman. Once he parked the bike on the same spot he removed the helmet from the kid and helped him get off, ‘’You’re going to meet a friend of mine so be nice. She is very important to me.’’ He warned playfully and nudged him, Steve chuckled and made fun of Bucky, all he did was roll his eyes. ‘’Alright alright. Let’s go.’’

The doors opened and they walked inside the store, the fluorescent lights welcomed them first and then he watched her get up from the most likely uncomfortable chair and smile at them. Bucky could see the questioning in her eyes, ‘’Hey Steve, this is Y/N.’’ his hand was on the kid’s shoulder, they approached to the desk. ‘’Hello Steve.’’ She extended her hand to the kid, even though she looked tired Bucky could see the shine in her eyes, it was rare and he was happy to experience it. ‘’Nice to meet you ma’am.’’ Steve said as Bucky thought him once, he always told Steve to address women who were older than him as ‘’ma’am’’ even though this was modern times it was obvious that Bucky was a nostalgic man with seeking interactions from his past. Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘’Nice to meet you too little man.’’ She replied with a sweet voice that Bucky wanted to record and listen to it later. ‘’Steve, why don’t you skim the aisles and find something to eat, and pick a treat for Alpine?!’’ Bucky told the kid and he just nodded and left them alone. Bucky turned back to Y/N, ‘’Alpine?’’ she asked rather curiously, ‘’My cat.’’ Bucky responded shortly. There was a pause between them, she sat back down, ‘’He seems like a nice boy.’’ She commented to get a reaction out of him, was Steve his child? His nephew? Because she had noticed the bruise on the kid’s face and she wasn’t happy about it, and the only reason she kept her calm was to not make the child uncomfortable. She knew how it could be once the wounds are recognized by a pair of peculiar eyes.

Bucky immediately picked up on that, ‘’Yeah he is, he is uh.. my neighbor’s kid. Brought him here so that he could have some break from his parents fighting.’’ He had to explain to make it clear. Y/N couldn’t believe her ears, every time she had given up on humanity someone or something would prove her otherwise and this time Bucky, the stranger she had met few weeks ago was bringing his neighbor’s kid to the store so that the kid would be away from the trauma for a while. She had this sudden urge to jump from the counter and hug him, thank him for looking out for someone without expecting anything in return. She had to put her body’s pressure on her heels so that she wouldn’t do that, ‘’That’s kind of you to look out for him.’’ She commented, her eyes on his blue ones, so easy to get lost in them so she busied herself with something on the counter. Bucky only shrugged his shoulder, didn’t know how to respond when someone, especially her made a sweet comment about something he did. They stood there in silence, before Bucky could ask or say anything a group of young men entered and Bucky stepped aside to watch to be honest… glare.

They were a group of four and in their mid 20s, probably college students. Bucky observed them and the way Y/N greeted them, she like always she had a smile but it was small and hollow not like the ones she gave him which made his chest and pants feel tighter than usual. The three of the men went to get whatever they wanted but one of them stayed to chat with her, Bucky’s hands were in the pockets of his pants, he was leaning against the near wall, glaring holes at the back of the man’s body.

‘’So… do you always work here beautiful?’’ he dared to ask her a question, he wasn’t a skinny man but not beefy either, he had golden locks and a charming smile, he was leaning slightly on the counter, ‘’Yes.’’ She replied nonchalantly, ‘’I should come here more often then.’’ The scumbag was about to lose his vocal chords if he kept talking at her like that and Bucky was happy to do it with his bare hand. ‘’Everyone is welcomed here to shop.’’ Y/N was keeping herself busy on the counter, she had always experienced something like that so it was normal to her but with a quick glance what she saw was that Bucky’s crystal blue eyes turning dark, his lips were a flat line and he looked like if she gave him the word he would jump at the guy, she felt powerful in a way but maybe she was imagining things, maybe Bucky was just waiting for Steve to finish shopping. She didn’t want to get ahead of herself, every time she did that she was disappointed to her bones. The blonde guy’s friends came with snacks and packs of beer, Y/N scanned them and then one of them paid, ‘’See ya later!’’ the blonde said with a wink, she didn’t say anything, only gave him an empty smile and thankfully the group left, Bucky pushed himself from the wall he was leaning on, he approached, his boots were heavy on the white floors. ‘’Does this happen often?’’ of course it did, with a pretty face like that Bucky was surprised she wasn’t kidnapped, that thought gave him a nasty idea which he pushed away, he wanted things to be smooth and natural. Y/N shrugged her shoulders, ‘’I don’t mind, mostly they’re harmless.’’ She couldn’t face him, she couldn’t show that she was scared but she also felt somewhat safe with his presence. Bucky sighed in frustration, she had a ‘’boyfriend’’ who let her work for hours and deal with disrespectful and potentially dangerous men…. He wanted to grab her shoulders and shake her so hard that she would wake up from her trance but no, she had to come to him willingly. Soon Steve came with a sandwich, a juice box and a treat for Alpine. ‘’Finally found the one you like?’’ Y/N she asked as he scanned the items, ‘’Yeah, Bucky always gets me this one, it’s delicious.’’ It was true, Bucky would get that sandwich for him or give him the money to buy it as he went to school. ‘’Oh?’’ she looked at Bucky, ‘’Maybe I should try it, since you said it’s delicious.’’ Little Steve was oblivious to the chemistry between the adults so he was eager to eat his sandwich and drink his juice, Y/N got a pack of gums also but didn’t scan it, ‘’Here you go.’’ She gave the items to the little kid, ‘’I thought you might enjoy gums, it’s on me.’’ And she winked, ‘’No please-‘’ Bucky began but she silenced him, ‘’I want to, Bucky.’’ Her voice was soft and she was looking under those lashes, the way she said his name almost made him drop to his knees. ‘’Alright.’’

He raised his hands in defeat, ‘’Say thank you Steve.’’ Little kid was tearing the package of the sandwich, ‘’Thank you ma’am.’’ He said in hurry which made Y/N chuckle and Bucky liked the sound of it. ‘’How about giving me a hug?’’ Y/N asked Steve as she left the counter and came to stand before the duo, she knelt and gave him a hug, she liked children and in that moment she slightly hoped for a child but then she pulled her back to reality, Leo wasn’t interested in that, he never brought it up and when she did Leo would always say he wasn’t ready and would always bring out the negative aspects of having kids, she had given up on asking and talking about that topic long ago. ‘’See you around kid.’’ She got up and turned to Bucky who was watching the scene in awe, she was an angel and Y/N was slowly making him believe that there is still good in this world. ‘’See you around too… Bucky.’’ She addressed him, her hands on her hips,  he was trying so hard to sound normal, ‘’Yeah, see you around.’’ Bucky said, his eyes boring into her soul deeply, ‘’Let’s go Steve.’’ He reluctantly announced and they left the shop together. Bucky rolled his eyes at little Steve’s comments and helped him on the bike, he rode back to the apartment, made sure Steve got inside safe and then he gave quickly gave the treat to Alpine who was happy to see him, he pet her head and told her that he had to go back and guard Y/N’s work place, like a bodyguard.

He parked at his regular place, leaned on the bike and watched. He could see her walking inside, carry stuff, label things, he wanted to just go inside and pull her out of there, what kind of a man would let his woman work at a place like this? Or even let his woman work at all? He didn’t care if he was perceived as a cave man, that’s what he believed in. He made a mental note that if that little boy in his 20s ever came here again he was going to find his address and maybe pay a visit. He didn’t want to kill anyone but if it ever got to it then… he wouldn’t mind it since his intention would be protecting her. His blue eyes were scanning the area also, his super soldier mind calculating the fire escape route, or places to hide. A stray cat jumped from the trashcan near him and rubbed itself on his boots, he knelt down to pet the cat, it was black, long fur, it looked like a hybrid of Maine Coon. It looked the opposite of Alpine, Bucky’s cat Alpine was white as snow and this one was as black as coal. Stray animals have always been approaching him so he was used to it. Soon the cat left him, crossed the street and marched to the shop Y/N was working at, he checked his watch, her shift was over and then he looked at the shop’s door and there she was, out and feeding the black cat. So she was also a cat person like him, to find a common interest between them was a delight to him, Bucky thrived on that thought. Maybe she also wanted a cat but didn’t have the budget, or her ‘’boyfriend’’ didn’t want an animal in the house.. he rolled his eyes on that thought.

From the dark alley he was unseen by her so it gave him a comfort and a certain luxury to watch her, once she was done petting the animal she started to walk and that was his cue. He wore his helmet, got onto his bike and waited a little so that she wouldn’t be able to hear the engine, later he started to follow her like a shadow. Her routine was simple, she was going home and he knew. The city was getting louder and louder by the time sun rose to its rightful place. Bucky saw her stop for a second and looking up at her building, what was she thinking? And then with a defeat she lowered her head and walked inside. Bucky’s job was done for today.

Till next Monday Bucky couldn’t make his presence known, it would be too obvious so he lurked behind the shadows, leaned on the corners and watched her from afar. He was getting a coffee from that café closer to the flower shop, hanging around for few hours and then when it was evening he was in that same alley, leaning on his bike and making sure she had nice customers shopping there.

For Y/N the only nice day she had was when Bucky and his neighbor’s child came to the shop she was working because Leo was back at home, little happiness she had with her new acquaintances was gone and replaced with constant stress and feeling of threat. Whenever Leo took off and came back he would be in a very bad mood so they would argue a lot, she knew how to speak without provoking him but sometimes something would slip from her lips, a remark or a sarcastic comment and then she would be in danger. Tonight was one of those nights, it was Sunday and she was getting ready to sleep, Leo was drinking in the living room and she asked him to not leave any empty beer bottles on the floor because she had cut her feet early this morning, thankfully she had bandages at home but she was limping, it wasn’t going to be easy walking to her jobs for a few days. Leo, with a rush bolted to his feet and then started screaming, it was unintelligible but it was about something ’’I can do whatever I want! I live here!’’ etc. She tried to calm him down but he was getting worse and she said ‘’This isn’t your home!’’ it was true, it was her little home where she was happy and content until he came. That comment was the reason why Leo grabbed her by her throat and smashed her to the nearest wall. She was struggling for air, her hands trying to push Leo away from her but it was in vain, he was much taller and stronger than her. Soon Leo came to his senses, maybe he realized that he needed her even though she didn’t need him at all. Once she could breath normally she saw Leo walking back to the couch and finishing his beer, she slowly walked back to her bedroom and locked the door.

The next morning, Y/N had to wake up earlier than usual because she was limping and that was slowing her down. She got dressed, wore her blue jeans and a simple shirt, got her bag and left the apartment without a single sound, Leo was on the couch, snoring so she didn’t make him breakfast. On the way to the flower shop she had only one thing in her mind, Bucky. Was he going to come? Every Monday he came to purchase red roses, suddenly she wanted to hide, she wasn’t feeling well so she didn’t want to face him, his deep blue eyes seemed like they knew things about her that she didn’t even know. Maybe she could pass the rose order to Melanie, she would be very happy to attend him… and with that thought she had a bitter taste in her mouth. She didn’t like the idea. Y/N started working as soon as she arrived, so many orders to handle, Melanie was a bit late but Y/N wasn’t going to say  anything to their boss, she was a university student and probably had her assignments and finals draining her. ‘’Oh my God! What happened to your neck?!’’ Melanie froze as soon as she saw, in that moment Y/N cursed herself for forgetting to cover it with something, her hand instinctively went to her neck, ‘’It’s nothing..’’ she had to find something to change the subject and thankfully a customer entered. Throughout the day Y/N avoided Melanie, she kept herself busy and attended the customers, of course Melanie noticed her limping, she wanted to ask but she also felt like Y/N didn’t want to talk about it.

She dropped the topic for now. On their lunch break Y/N insisted on going to get some sandwiches but Melanie didn’t let her, she was limping so Melanie got her purse and just waltzed out of the flower shop in her long dress and wavy blonde hair, she was beautiful and Y/N noticed how the heads turned every time she entered a room, she looked healthy and happy which were the opposite of Y/N at the moment… and for a long time. Y/N sighed heavily and then jumped on the counter, waiting for Melanie, before she could react to what was happening it was too late because he had walked in.

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[shegatsby]

Hi,

could you please write a one-shot, where the reader, a big fan of the Hannibal serie, wakes up in the universe. She takes the role of a character, who is well aquainted with all the main characters, but does not remember any prior interactions.( only the series, where she isn‘t apart of)To her horror she finds out that she has a session with Hannibal and he is interested in her in the same way as Will.

A/N: Hey! Sorry to keep you waiting, I was busy with my ongoing serieses. Enjoy! xxx

You slept in your bed just like anyone else, however you woke up in the morning in a strange bed and a room that wasn’t yours. With a rush of adrenalin and panic you jumped out of the bed. You wanted to scream, rip off your hair, but you had to calm down, you looked around and found a phone by the bedside table. You thought it must be yours so you went through messages, you almost dropped your phone when you saw the contacts;

Alana Bloom

Jack Crawford

Will Graham

And lastly, Dr. Hannibal Lecter

This couldn’t be possible. How? You walked out of the bedroom and started to discover the house you supposedly occupied. It was a small place, one bedroom studio apartment, you liked the décor. You noticed the coldness since you were coming down from the adrenalin and you walked up to the large window to gaze outside and you saw the snow, it was winter and you were in Baltimore, Maryland. You dropped yourself on the comfortable and sighed.

A week passed in this universe where you had woken up, you thought after the first day once you slept you would wake up in your own reality but no, you were stuck here. The first day you spent it at home, tried to figure out the life you had here, your family, friends, you learned you were single, and an only child, your family was away. The second day you also spent it at home, you had groceries so you cooked and calmed yourself but the third day you had a call from Will Graham. You had to answer because he called twice, he sounded calm and friendly so he was your friend. He just wanted to remind you that he was going to go for fishing and once he got back he was going to cook and he wanted you to come over so unwillingly you went to him. The second you saw him the reality of the situation hit you in the face, he was real, his house, his dogs were real, everything was real and all night you had to pretend like everything was fine. He picked up on your timid behavior but didn’t comment on it.

You were getting use to your new environment, meeting Will was nice and he actually made you feel safe, you had always felt safe watching him on the show. You were dreading meeting others, they looked very intimidating through the screen and since this reality was real you knew that Doctor Lecter wasn’t an innocent man… there was a slight possibility that you might end up as… meat on his table. You wanted to avoid but the universe had other plans because early in the morning you got an e-mail from the man himself

‘’Dear Miss Y/L/N

I would like to remind you about our session today, as you know it is at 2 PM.

If you aren’t available please reply to this e-mail so that we can reschedule, if you’re available you do not have to reply, I will be expecting you.

Doctor Hannibal Lecter’’

You almost dropped your phone, you felt this cold breeze from your head to toe. You had a session with him?! Would he consider it to be rude if you cancel? As the fan of the show you knew that there was only one thing he couldn’t tolerate, rudeness. You dreaded the session but you had no choice but to attend.

Doctor Hannibal Lecter had been at his office since 10 am. He had a session with a middle aged white man named Mason Verger and he couldn’t wait to see you because he knew you would be fresh breath of air. He met you few months ago and he couldn’t stop himself, you didn’t need therapy at all but he wanted to see you every week so he offered to give you sessions so that you could use the sessions on the paper you were writing, this year was your last year at university so you had to write your paper and the topic you had chosen was related to psychology and therapy sessions. You were studying Criminology. He sighed wearily after Mason left, Hannibal had special plans for Mason Verger but those plans were going to wait, he wanted to make you his and you were very stubborn or should he say oblivious? He went to a fancy restaurant to have lunch and then he drove back to his office, he didn’t have an assistant and his patients knew that so they often waited  by the door on the grey couch for him to come and open the door and he saw you, in a long black coat, black, leather gloves. You were reading a book to pass the time and he knew he had made the right choice. You were such a vibrant and elegant woman that he couldn’t help but stare for few seconds, watching your focused self was very satisfying as if he was a man starved and you were the buffet. Before you noticed him he cleared his throat to gain your attention, you looked up from your book and until that point you were praying that he wasn’t real and you were going to meet another psychiatrist, how naïve you were.

‘’Doctor Lecter.’’ You got up and greeted him, making sure to put a distance between you two, he was taller than you had expected, he had a long grey coat, the fabric looked expensive, he had a small smile, ‘’Ms. Y/L/N, please, come in.’’ and he walked to the door and unlocked it, he could smell your freshness, you had showered before coming here which meant that you wanted to be presentable, he found it to his liking. As you walked inside he closed the door and the sound of it made you aware of the predicament you were in. You were alone in a room with a cannibal serial killer. If you had played your cards right maybe, maybe you would be able to walk out of here alive and well. ‘’Please, allow me to take your coat.’’ Suddenly he was right there, close to you with his tall and brooding physic. ‘’Thank you.’’ You replied kindly and let him take your coat and bag, your phone was in there, did he do it on purpose so that you wouldn’t be able to call anyone? Most likely. As you walked to sit Hannibal’s hands lingered on your coat more than necessary, he didn’t like the fabric, how he wished to feed and clothe you just like the way you deserved. You sat on the patient seat, it was comfortable, he got his notebook which was a thick notebook with dark brown leather cover, he got his pen and sat across you, you sat with a tall posture, you didn’t want him to think that you were afraid of him, even though you were. ‘’How was your week?’’ he began, seizing you up with his maroon eyes, he licked his lips after he looked at your sitting posture which didn’t go unnoticed by you. ‘’I have been busy with my paper, as you know.’’ You started explaining, to your surprise your voice calm, no one could deny the certain comfort his presence brought. ‘’Just your paper?’’ he asked with a look which showed that he knew something, to your silence he continued, ‘’A little bird told me that you and Will had a dinner together.’’ You wondered who did, maybe Will himself? It was best to be honest with this man, ‘’Oh, I totally forgot. Yes, he cooked the fish he got from the lake. It was delicious, you should join next time.’’

He knew you were going to be this good little girl, you were subtly inviting him, that’s what he deduced anyways and to spend more time with you was to his pleasure. ‘’I would love that. We should tell Will and I’m sure he can make the arrangements.’’ Hannibal was going to make it happen one way or another. ‘’It had been few weeks since your last therapy session,’’ you had no idea so you just had to smile and nod, ‘’have you tried dating like we talked about?’’ so, you had a problem in dating? No surprise. ‘’Actually,’’ you sighed in defeat, ‘’I can’t, I just… it isn’t easy to entertain shallow minds.’’ That’s how you saw men as, shallow beings and you hoped you weren’t too bold but Doctor Lecter’s laugh made you think that you were off the hook. ‘’Yes, most men are shallow,’’ he placed the notebook aside, his attention fully on you, you looked like an ancient Greek statue of a Goddess in that full body dress, so put together, delicate and easy on the eyes, he knew you didn’t think that your psychiatrist could be interested in you at all but from the very start Hannibal Lecter was obsessed. He tried to stop himself first but it was too late, you had made a place of your own in his dark mind.

‘’Maybe one day, someone who is smart, caring and sophisticated will make an appearance in your life and you won’t be lonely anymore.’’ He subtly implied to see your reaction, you had a soft smile on your pretty face, your eyes were shining under the lights of the room. You looked around first, you were blushing and he could see, so you were affected by his words? He smirked. Your eyes found him again, ‘’That’s what I’m hoping for.’’ Your voice was like a songbird’s, soothing to listen to, especially when you said what he liked.  ‘’I must say how ravishing you look in that dress Ms. Y/L/N.’’ his comment made you pause, was he always this straight forward? You wouldn’t know. ‘’Thank you Doctor, you don’t look so bad in that suit.’’ You shocked yourself, something in him made you bold and daring but he had a wicked smile on his plump lips so he was enjoying this as well as you.

After the session you noticed how easy was to talk to him, he had a talent. It didn’t even felt like a session, you felt like he understood you and saw you, inside and outside so you shrugged your shoulders when the session ended, Hannibal wasn’t willing to let you go. ‘’I was planning to eat outside, would you like to join me? I would love to pick on your brain over a nice dinner.’’ He was helping you wear your coat, his touch lingering on your arms, ‘’I would love that.’’ He was so charming that him being a serial killer didn’t even made surface in your mind, plus the dinner was going to be at a public place so no way he could hurt you, also he didn’t look like he wanted to hurt.

‘’Excellent!’’ his voice sounded excited, it was rare. ‘’You’re going to love the place, they have an amazing wine collection.’’ Together they left the building, he offered his arm so that you could walk steadily without falling, he opened his car’s door for you and you got in, as you were getting in you held his hand for support and his hold was delicate yet with a touch of possessiveness. Once he closed your day he had an intense electricity on his hand, he flexed his hand as he walked and opened the door on his side and he got in, ‘’Shall we?’’ you were close due to being inside the car and you turned to face him as he started the car, ‘’Yes, we shall.’’

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Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

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Warnings: Mention of domestic abuse.

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Chapter Five

‘’How was your getaway with Leo?’’ Melanie asked cheerfully, her blond hair smelled like cotton candy, she had a bright smile, she was a college student, even though her family paid for everything she wanted to have a job and she was working just because she was bored, a choice Y/N was never presented to. ‘’It was calm. How was your weekend?’’ she asked to averted the topic from herself, how could she lie and give details when Leo was a no show for 4 days. 4 days of peace for Y/N. Melanie started to tell her everything about the party she went to, the clubs etc. She was living the American college life and it made Y/N happy to see her friend smile and be in the moment, experiencing life to the fullest. Actually, Y/N got accepted to the NYU but couldn’t go due to the financial problems and Leo, she secretly wished she could study one day, maybe once Leo’s debt is paid she could go to NYU… what a dream. ‘’Gosh I need coffee so bad.’’ Melanie got her purse, ‘’Want one?’’ there was a café shop near to the flower shop, ‘’No, thank you.’’ Y/N was changing the water of the flowers that they use to make the bouquets, ‘’I’ll be back in a bit.’’ And she left, but soon the door opened again so Y/N thought that it was Melanie forgetting something so she didn’t look up, however, once she heard a man clearing his throat she looked up, it was him. Standing in his black clothes, his bruises healed,

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‘’Hello.’’ He greeted with a gruff voice and stoic expression, ‘’Hi.’’ She replied with a soft smile, glad to see his bruises healed. ‘’A bouquet of red roses, right?’’ she asked, he only nodded. This time there was a strange electricity between them, or maybe Y/N was going crazy. Bucky hesitated to go in, he waited outside of the flower shop for an hour and once she saw the blonde girl leave it was his cue, his heavy boots dragged him inside and there she was in a simple t-shirt and jeans and yet she looked perfect, her skin pure and soft, she had a focused look on her face as she was changing the vases, adding water, Bucky could watch her for hours but he didn’t want the other girl to interrupt them so he cleared his throat to get her attention, she looked up with those eyes and Bucky approached, the inside as usual smelled fresh and sweet, something he found he could get used to. Ever since he first saw her whenever he saw flowers he remembered her, well… Y/N had made a place for herself in his dark mind already, Bucky didn’t need any reminder to remember her during the day since his mind utterly and completely occupied by this sweet and oblivious woman. She picked up the red roses, getting them ready for the bouquet, ‘’Your bruises healed.’’ She commented and regretted it in the exact second, what was it to her anyway? Why did she care?

 ‘’I had a pretty woman looking after me.’’ Bucky said never leaving his blue eyes on her, his remark made her stop for a split second, she had a smirk on her lips, so he found her pretty… interesting. It was so subtle that if Melanie was there she wouldn’t be able to understand who was the ‘’pretty woman’’, it had been a while since someone called Y/N ‘’pretty’’ and she liked the feeling. ‘’I’m sure she wouldn’t want to see you like that again.’’

‘’Yes, she was clear on that. Very bossy I might add.’’ He replied cockily, his gloved hands on the marble desk by the register, leaning slightly, ‘’Maybe you need a bossy woman in your life. Seems like that’s how you learn things.’’ Y/N couldn’t believe how chatty she was in this moment, after patching him up maybe they had gotten a bit closer, even though she didn’t know his name, age, anything really. Bucky, usually a stoic man had a smile on his face, she saw it when she gave him a quick gaze, it surprised her actually to see him relaxed and with a smile. He looked like a serious man from the outside, if she knew how subservient he could be for her… she would be in shock, Bucky knew, he knew himself and he could already imagine himself on his knees, getting orders from her, doing everything she asked, she didn’t need to even ask for things, he could just sense and make them happen. His azure eyes were intense so she made sure her eyes were focused on the bouquet, Y/N still didn’t have any idea who these roses go to but she was too afraid to ask. Sometimes ignorance was a bliss and she relied on that. ‘’All done.’’ Y/N finished and smiled brightly, proud of her work, she loved creating things. He gave her the money, she gladly accepted and placed it on the cash register, there was a pause on both of their sides, neither of them said anything like; ‘’have a great day’’ or ‘’thank you…’’ soon Bucky cleared his throat, her eyes were like a labyrinth, the hand he was holding the roses squeezed the bouquet before speaking, ‘’Bucky…’’ he found himself revealing his name, he shrugged a shoulder, ‘’I don’t know, thought you might wanna know the name of the guy you patched up.’’ He added nonchalantly, Y/N extended her hand, ‘’Y/N, nice to meet you Bucky.’’ He accepted her soft hand, his large, gloved and calloused hand wrapped her small one, he swore his cold heart was warming up, of course he knew her name, last name, her jobs and home address but her name coming from her meant that she acknowledged him fully. He wasn’t just a random customer anymore, he was someone she knew his name. If it wasn’t for the golden door bells maybe they would’ve stood there, hand in hand but the sound made them pull away, it was Melanie, ‘’I know you didn’t want one but I got you anyways-‘’ she paused when she saw the ‘’Rose Guy’’ he only nodded at Y/N and left without a word, ‘’He is back?!’’ she sounded excited, ‘’I guess he is.’’ Y/N replied shortly, turned her back so that Melanie couldn’t see the expression on her face, ‘’Lucky us!’’ Melanie placed the cups on a near table, she seemed clueless so Y/N exhaled deeply. Was she creating things on her mind or was it plain obvious that he was interested in her? He also found her second job… what a coincidence , she thought and got back to work.

Bucky rode his bike back to his building, the conversation they had was running in his mind, he prayed he didn’t make a fool of himself. Riding his bike gave him a certain peace, feeling the wind and adrenalin was helping him focus on the road and his destination. Once he parked his shiny Harley he marched into the building and climbed up the stairs, gave Mrs. Rodriguez her surprise bouquet of red roses, which wasn’t a surprise anymore since he started this routine with her and every time her brown eyes lit up and it was worth every penny. ‘’Such a gentleman!’’ she gave his cheek a motherly squeeze.

When he got back to his flat he sat on the couch, exhaled deeply and took off his gloves to rub his face, his fear was that one day Y/N learning that he was the Winter Soldier and this could ruin everything. That’s why he didn’t give his name and last name, he only said Bucky, hoping she wouldn’t understand and it looked like she had no idea. He opened his laptop to check up on her social media, on her stories she had shared the flower shop, he sighed, anyone like Bucky could find her so easily and it made him feel more protective of her. Now he also had to protect her from people like him, a former HYDRA assassin being obsessed with a pretty woman wasn’t uncommon. He shut off the laptop and kind of threw it back on the coffee table, ‘’She is careless Alpine.’’ He complained to his cat as Alpine climbed on his lap, ‘’We have to change that.’’

After her job at the flower shop Y/N walked to her second job, the weather was fine, her mind was occupied by the ‘’Rose Guy’’ as Melanie called him. Y/N contemplated on whether or not she should tell Melanie his name but she wanted to hold onto that information. She felt as if it should only belong to her and no one else. ‘’Bucky..’’ as shewalked she whispered his name and instantly covered her mouth with her hand, what was she doing? Whispering another man’s name while she had a boyfriend? She looked around to see if anyone heard her but people were passing her by, occupied by their own lives. She sighed in relief, she felt guilt as she walked inside the store for her night shift, even though Leo was nowhere to be found they were still together, they were still in this relationship.  

Bucky heated some pizza slices in his microwave for dinner and then dressed up in his usual black attire, it was getting late and his secret hobby waited him, what a beautiful hobby. He petted Alpine’s head, ‘’See you soon Alpine.’’ And the cat meowed back at him, he locked his door and walked towards the stairs, he saw a young boy sitting on the top, reading something, it looked like an old book, worn out, the boy was his upstairs neighbor’s kid, his name was Steve, which obviously reminded him of his childhood best friend, the infamous Steve Rogers, aka Captain America. The real Steve was in an elderly care right now, last time Bucky visited him Steve didn’t remember him at first, he had severe dementia, Bucky found himself getting angry at Steve so many times, he choose to get old and die instead of being with Bucky, just like the old days but also knew that nothing was like the old days anymore. They were both changed men who had faced the horrors of life, Steve Rogers just wanted to go down easily, of course Bucky was old, he was 106 but didn’t look like it and his aging process was slower than a normal human but he was also going to age, he just had still so many years ahead and his only hope was to spend those years with Steve, now that he was a healed man but fate had its own webs, separating them. ‘’What’s up Steve?’’ he asked and sat next to him, sighing heavily, once the kid looked up from his book Bucky saw a bruise on his cheek and his blood boiled. ‘’Reading.’’ He said with a shaky voice, his blue eyes were just like his best friend, and then they heard the fight his parents were having upstairs. ‘’You hungry?’’ he had noticed over the months that the parents of him had been neglecting the kid. Bucky sometimes gave him cash or bought him lunch to bring to the school. Steve shook his head as no but Bucky knew he was lying, ‘’I was heading to a store to get Alpine a treat, wanna join me?’’ Steve knew Bucky’s cat and sometimes he let Steve come in and play with her, Bucky also knew how much Steve liked to be on a bike. ‘’I have to ask my parents.’’ He said lowering his head, clearly not wanting to head upstairs to ask since the fight was going on still. ‘’I’ll ask them. Just wait here.’’ He bolted to his feet and climbed upstairs, he knocked on the door and the shouting stopped for a second, the man of the house answered. Bucky and John casually greeted each other on the hallways, John usually stalled him, talking about the latest games etc. ‘’Hey!’’ John put on a smile on his face, Bucky could see his wife standing behind, heaving deeply. ‘’I’m sorry about the shouting man, you know how women are, right?!’’ he was a disgusting man with a beer stained grey shirt and dirty pants. His beard was long and he looked sweating, he had green eyes that reminded Bucky a snake. ‘’I’m heading out to the store and I know how much Steve likes my bike.’’ He began, ‘’If it’s okay I can take him with me while you guys…’’ his eyes found the woman and the environment around her, there was a broken vase on the floor, empty. John wasn’t a guy who would get his wife flowers anyways, ‘’sort things out.’’ He finished, his blue eyes landing on John Smith.

The middle aged man shrugged his shoulders, ‘’Sounds like a plan. Uh..’’ he got closer to him, his breath smelling booze and Bucky had to turn his hands into fists his fingers digging inside his palms to prevent himself punching the guy. ‘’keep him busy will ya?’’ and he winked, he clearly had some plans with his wife after a fight, Bucky only nodded and turned his back, headed back to Steve. ‘’It’s your lucky day kid. Let’s go!’’ it wasn’t easy to be cheerful to a kid whose parents fight and fuck each other all the time, however, Steve’s bright smile made Bucky also smile genuinely.

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Chapter Six

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writing ? More like, hawk tuah! 😂 haha, that’s just some of my classic humor. I have a horrific suicidal ideation inducing headache today. Just wanted to spread some joy. On the car ride to the Indianapolis airport with who I believe was your ? Aunt? Who’s to say. I discovered she truly is enthralled by your works. I mean ,, really got her going . Trust me I’d know. Do you like the state fair? I do. My favorite part is the one that goes all the way upside down. I can’t do that today bcuz my migraine hurts and also it is not there because it is not summer yet which (if you don’t know) is typically when they do those sorts of things. Maybe it’s different where you are 🤔? It’s beautiful hwo different everybody’s cultures are, from state fair to … I don’t know. Maybe how they place stamps on envelopes( those are the things you send letters in, typically) song Rec! Oh what a beautiful morning by Hugh Hackman. What are the chances we’re in the same continent at the same time? Wonderous! My favorite type of fruit is actually no fruit. I prefer a vegetable. Celery, if I’m feelin frisky ! Au revoir

Bro what??? Lol 😂😂😂 (laughing very hard) Lots of love from me! Stay safe and yeah! Bye! 💜

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Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

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Warnings: Stalking!

Chapter Four

James Buchanan Barnes had been staring at his laptop’s screen for God knew how long. Sam made him buy a laptop and he wasn’t using it much since he had a phone, his phone was old but he didn’t care. It worked and that was the most important thing. He was on his couch, laptop on the coffee table, Alpine napping next to him and he was just staring at the screen. He found Y/N’s Instagram account. She didn’t have many pictures but the ones she had were very beautiful. Her smile was contagious and she looked so care free, it made Bucky wonder what happened to that girl? He knew that girl was still in there but he assumed life took a turn and one thing led to another. He wished he didn’t follow her to her apartment because that action gave him the information of her ‘’boyfriend’’ and he had to draw a line here. She belonged to someone else… the thought made his blood boil. What kind of a man would let his woman hustle?! He scoffed in disgust. ‘’I wasn’t planning on dating anyways.’’ He said to Alpine which made the cat purr, Alpine was a very talkative cat, she would respond to his words all the time. His phone rang and he picked it up, it was Sam, telling him that the government needed them on a small mission, it would be nice to kick some people’s asses and let his anger out so he said yes.

‘’I cannot believe the Rose Guy didn’t show up.’’ Melanie whined as they were closing, sweeping the floors and tidying the place up. ‘’Maybe his girlfriend dumped him.’’ She added which made Y/N chuckle, she didn’t tell Melanie that she had a second job and she saw him. For some reason she wanted to keep that information to herself. It had been a week since she saw him anyways. Y/N found herself disappointed when he didn’t come, she waited and had hope till the closing hour but he was a no show and she didn’t know why she was upset. She shrugged her shoulders and continued sweeping, cleaning and organizing kept her mind at peace and it was her escape. Ever since Leo moved in with her she was a cleaning maniac, the skin of her hands got dry and cracked due to the chemicals and they bled sometimes but seeing the clean sinks, surfaces made her feel like she accomplished something.

After they finished their job they said goodbye and parted ways, Y/N really liked Melanie but every time Melanie asked her to hang out outside she had to decline, eating out or even going out for simple coffee was something she didn’t have the luxury of. She kept coming up with lies,

 ‘’I promised Leo.’’

‘’Leo is taking me out tonight.’’

‘’We’re going on a weekend getaway.’’

The truth was that sometimes Leo didn’t even come home for a day or two and she never asked anything. She couldn’t handle the truth and she actively choose to stay in the dark side, mind her own business. With these thoughts she walked to the store she worked at, after learning that she had a second job and it was night shift at a market Leo didn’t say anything, he brushed it off to be exact. It made her angry, she was the one paying the rent and the bills and helping him with his gambling debt. She sighed as she wore her uniform, which was a blue shirt that had her name, she sat on the uncomfortable chair behind the cash register and opened her book. She never allowed herself any luxuries except books and usually got books from the library and she was a regular there but sometimes she wanted to own the book she was reading, a piece of literature in her home so if she liked a book very much she would buy it and add it to her collection at home. It was all she could do and afford, reading. Sometimes cleaning didn’t help with her non-stopping brain. She had few people come in, buying some products and leaving, it was a calm night and she was liking the calm. She would rather stay here than going back home. And she heard the door being opened, her head casually looked up to see the customer and it was him.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw his face being bruised, dark circles under his crystal blue eyes, a swollen lip and a cut on his eyebrow, dark purple bruises here and there. Y/N found herself bolting to her feet, walking towards him with fear in her eyes, ‘’What happened to you?!’’

Bucky had just arrived from the mission, it had been a week, at first it was an easy mission but then it got complicated and he had few bruises, nothing he didn’t experience before and he realized he didn’t have any first aid kit in his bathroom so he got on his bike, he rode to her second job, just to see her after a week but if he had known that she would be this worried he wouldn’t have walked inside at all. When he walked inside her pretty eyes found Bucky and in those eyes he saw the primal fear, fear for someone she didn’t even know, an undeserving person…  He was a super solider which was something she didn’t know and his wounds healed more quicker than a normal human being but it wasn’t instant so he needed medicine etc. Bucky froze when she stood up and rush to him, being this close, there was a significant height difference so she had to look up at him, he found it adorable and liked it very much. ‘’Uh..’’ he felt his mouth open but couldn’t speak, he closed his mouth and it hurt a bit due to the bruise, ‘’Just.. got into a fight.’’ It wasn’t a lie, he was beating the shit out of bad men and they jumped on him. Ever since Wakanda he never killed an enemy, his move was to get their weapons and neutralized them. He wasn’t a killing machine anymore and he wanted to show that. ‘’Come.’’ She said and Bucky followed her immediately, like a trained dog. Y/N took him to the back, there was a storage place, ‘’Sit.’’ She said with authority that it made Bucky sit in a second. He was a solider after all and he was prone to follow rules. Y/N brought a small first aid kit, pulled a chair to sit in front of him, she placed the kit on her lap. Y/N was used to cleaning up bruises so her hands worked like magic, the only sound was the freezer working, the white florescent lights made the storage place look like an interrogation room but Bucky felt somewhat normal. He usually let no one touch him and this girl was patching him up. She cleaned the small cuts and open slits with antiseptic and then rubbed some ointment, she was surprised to see him sit like a statue, unmoving. Lastly she placed a band aid on the cut on his cheek, it was deeper than the other cuts. ‘’Change the band aid every day.’’ She said and stood up, ‘’You need first aid kit at home so I’ll give you one,’’ she closed the kit and handed it to him, ‘’just this once. Don’t get into trouble again.’’ This was the first time she was talking to him as a normal person than their usual customer and employee dynamic. He also got up, ‘’Thank you.’’ He managed to say, he wasn’t use to people just helping him or being nice for the sake of kindness and humanity other than Mr. Nakajima and Mrs. Rodriguez and the pain in Bucky’s butt Sam Wilson.  Bucky was used to being treated like an object to serve the needs of bad people. He just stood there, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the kit, he was dressed in black, black pants and boots, black hoodie, leather gloves. She was also standing there, her pretty eyes looking around than him, ‘’I..’’ she began, ‘’I should get back to work.’’ She said and head to the door, Bucky followed in silence. He could feel the pull between them, wherever she went he would follow and he liked it, as he walked behind her in the store he knew that he wasn’t going to stop. He was going to see her, follow her, be her shadow and he was fine with it. A protective shadow who would o anything and everything for her.

She walked behind the cash register, ‘’I want to pay for the kit.’’ Bucky said, he didn’t want to put her in any bad situation, ‘’No, It’s on me.’’ She said calmly, she felt safe and could be more rational now that there was a space between them, his outfit, the way he held himself and his bruises made him look so virile that she had forgotten a man could look and have that energy. He sighed, ‘’Alright.’’ And then there was a pause between them, ‘’I should go.’’ Bucky announced, he raised the hand he was holding the kit, ‘’Thanks again.’’ His ocean eyes couldn’t stop staring, ‘’Next time you’re buying it so don’t fight.’’ She found herself being bold, deep down Y/N didn’t want him to fight and get hurt, he had a pretty face and she wanted it to stay like that. ‘’Yes ma’am!’’ Bucky said respectfully, if it meant that getting into trouble and getting few bruises would make her open up to him then he was planning to hire some men to beat him so that he could come back to her with an excuse. Y/N chuckled at his response, ‘’Good night.’’ She said as he was walking out, ‘’Night.’’ He replied and left the store.

Bucky walked to the empty alley he parked his bike and leaned on it, after their small interaction he wasn’t going to go home, home could wait. He was going to wait like he did last time, make sure she got home safe and then he was going to get back to Alpine and rest. He observed the small kit, she just touched that and now he was holding it, in his large hands, he could feel his cold heart beat faster, this was the first object that Y/N had touched and he got to keep it to himself. His distorted and dark mind wanted more but he calmed himself, they had plenty of time for that.

When her shift ended Bucky had been waiting in the dark alley for hours but his body didn’t feel any exhaustion, not when it come to her anyways. He got onto his bike and kept a safe distance, he made sure to wear his helmet, he didn’t want her to see him and be scared of him. She looked so fragile, helpless, and vulnerable and so.. so perfect.

Once she reached her building Bucky exhaled deeply, she was at home, he could go back to his.

Y/N opened the door slowly, it was locked which meant she didn’t have to be silent, on edge.. he wasn’t at home. She walked inside, closed the door behind her and leaned on it, exhaled deeply. She didn’t know when Leo would come back and honestly she didn’t care much. Her weary mind was reliving what happened on her late night shift, after not seeing the Rose Guy for a week he showed all bruised, from the beginning he looked like he had a dangerous life but she never thought she would see him like this. He was a scary man but the way he obeyed her tonight surprised her, she said follow he followed, she said sit and he sat… Y/N was so tired that she slowly sat on the floor, she couldn’t stop thinking of him, how he was calm, how his blue eyes looked at her.

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Chapter Five

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Love Thy Enemy

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

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Chapter Fifteen

Duke Leto Atreides was in his council chamber, he gathered his most trusted men, Duncan Idaho, Gurney Halleck and their trusted soldiers, he was sitting in his rightful place, the winds of Caladan making a whistle sound that reached to his ears, there was a grim atmosphere in the council chamber, ‘’My lord,’’ Duncan started, he was sitting on Leto’s right side and Gurney on his left. ‘’Our spies in Giedi Prime informed me that Baron Vladimir has been gathering Shaddam’s men, the Sardaukars from Salusa Secundus to..’’ he swallowed, Leto gathered them and made them listen Na-Baron Feyd’s voice memo, ‘’to attack Arrakis and kill Na-Baron and,’’ Duncan felt like family here, under the Atreides House, so Y/N was also his family, ‘’Lady Y/N..’’ he finished with a flat tone but Leto could see the anger in Duncan’s brown eyes as he could see in Leto’s. They were sharing the common hatred towards the Baron and concern for his daughter Y/N. ‘’Then it means The Emperor Shaddam is involved in this scheme as well.’’ Gurney pointed out, scratching his grey beard, ‘’My Duke,’’ Gurney began and Leto turned his head towards him, ‘’What’s the plan?’’

Leto sighed, a certain determination written in his expression, ‘’We are going to kill the Baron.’’ Was his reply. There was no time, if the spies had given the information on Baron few days ago then it meant that they were most likely on the ships, on their way to Arrakis, Duke left Jessica behind, his son Paul was happily married and under the Emperor’s roof so Duke Leto knew that Shaddam wouldn’t harm him or his daughter, the one and only heir to the throne. Duncan and Gurney were in sync, gathering the soldiers into the ships, heavy arms and explosions, according to Duncan’s calculations they were going to meet Baron’s troops in the air, it was going to be an interesting battle and Duncan was looking forward to it.

Y/N was pacing in the bedchambers, it had been two days since the message which was sent by her husband, her father didn’t send a reply, did he abandon her to her fate? Did he have no concern for her or her safety? Thanks to her Bene Gesserit tricks she had learned from Feyd’s right hand man that Baron had gathered troops from Salusa Secundus, of course Feyd kept this from her, she felt betrayed by everyone, by Feyd since he kept this pivotal information from her, by her father who apparently left her to her fate, by the Emperor who kept Y/N in his domain, away from her family for so long… Maybe that was the reason why Duke Leto couldn’t form a connection and bond with her maybe that was the reason why no answer came from him, was he afraid of the Emperor? He was an old man now but with one snap of his fingers he could obliterate the entire universe.

On the other hand these past two days Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was planning attacks with what little men he had, fighting with Fremen to find his wife had consequences and he was facing them now. He was sleepless, he had only one motive, it was to protect his wife and their child, he had never felt a urge to protect someone like this before, of course with his mother he had these urges but this one was way different, more primal and ownership. She was carrying their child, a piece of him and her.  

‘’My Baron!’’ his men were calling him ‘’Baron’’ now, he didn’t order them to do, however, over the years every single Giedi-Prime citizen were fed up with the tight leash that Baron kept on them, and ever since Lady Y/N’s arrival even a blind person could see the change she brought and made Feyd-Rautha go under. Feyd turned to his right man, he was an old man with extensive knowledge, Feyd thought he was going to give information or tactics but there was a certain type of softness in the man’s grey eyes, ‘’Yes?’’ he asked, impatient. They were alone in Feyd’s study chambers, ‘’I’ve got it under control, go to your wife.’’ No one dared to talk to Feyd like that except him, the old man was on his side since Feyd started training in his childhood, they grew some bond together over the years, in that short sentence Feyd realized how busy he was, planning, getting ready for the upcoming battle, the young man only nodded and left the study chambers in rush.

She didn’t hear the door opening or Feyd locking it behind him, he leaned on the metal door for few seconds, watching her on the couch, her satin yellow dress hugging her curves deliciously, her long hair falling from her shoulders, he walked up to her and it made her look up with a smile, Feyd plopped down on the couch, resting her legs on his lap and started massaging her feet, he realized how tired he felt in that moment, these past two days felt like two years, ‘’Dove,’’ he called as soft as he could with raspy voice of his, ‘’It’s been a long day..’’ he added. She placed the book down on the empty coffee table, even though the upcoming battle was on her mind constantly she managed a soft smile, his hands on her feet felt strong and gentle, ‘’You must be tired my love.’’ She said.

‘’Very.’’ He murmured as he continued massaging her feet, he looked at her and noticed the smile and he smiled back, though it was a tired one, she could see the dark circles under his ocean blue eyes, ‘’I couldn’t focus on anything today,’’ he admitted, ‘’my mind was too scattered. But seeing you, my love, I feel calmer already.’’ She leant in and palmed his face, gave him a soft kiss on his plump lips.

He melted into the kiss, despite the exhaustion, her touch and affection ignited a spark within him. Feyd wrapped his hands around her waist, pulled her closer. He deepened the kiss, his lips moved hungrily against hers. It was as if all of his worries melt away for a moment, replaced only by his desire for her. He pulled her to his lap and held her tightly there, his hands resting on her thighs. He broke off the kiss to look at her, ‘’You have no idea how distracting you are wife.’’ his voice low and gruff. His hands slowly ran up her thighs, the silk of her dress bunching up around his wrists. His hands felt warm on her skin, ‘’Am I distracting you, husband?’’ he asked with a wicked smile as she grinded on his hard member through their clothes, she could feel him twitch under her, he let out a low moan, his grip on her tightened, ‘’You know you are,’’ his voice ragged. ‘’You drive me insane, my love.’’ His hands wandered up her body, slipping under her dress to the small of her back. Feyd’s blue eyes roamed over her, taking in the sight of her curves clad in satin and the desire building in his gaze. He needed her. Y/N continued humping on him, loving the way his large hands feel on her body, she could feel herself getting aroused, and his hard on was evident. Feyd’s breathing quickened, the feel of her body moving against his, through the fabric, sent sparks of desire through him. ‘’Gods pet…’’ he whispered, his voice rough with need. ‘’You’re absolutely sinful.’’ That earned a chuckle from her, ‘’You or me?’’ she asked sarcastically, she guided her hands so that he could take off the dress over her head, and now she was in her light yellow lingerie with laces that covers her breasts that getting larger due to the pregnancy, the band of her laced panties cutting her skin, Feyd’s breath caught as he took in the sight of his wife. The yellow lingerie contrasted beautifully with her skin, and the lace accentuated the curves of her body, curves that were made all the more delicious by her pregnancy. ‘’Definitely you,’’ he replied, his hands roamed over her body, exploring the new contours that pregnancy were giving her, even the changes were new but Feyd could tell, he wanted to worship her, to take her so completely. His hands moved to cup her breast through the fabric and it made her moan softly, her breasts were sensitive these days. His eyes darkened with her moan, it made him want her even more. ‘’You are so incredibly beautiful,’’ hands palmed her breasts, rubbing gently, ‘’every part of you.’’ He kept rubbing her sensitive breasts through the thin fabric, his touch was gentle, his fingers teasing, the fabric heightened the sensation, she could feel the heat pooling between her thighs as he played with her breasts, ‘’You drive me mad, love.’’ He whispered in her ear, ‘’I want to worship you, to make you mine completely.’’ With that her hands moved to his pants zipper, pulling it down, one of Feyd’s hands found her soaking core, she breathed sharply when his fingers made contact with the wetness. His breath hitched as he realized the wetness, she was soaked, begging for his attention. He had to remind himself that this time he wanted to take her slowly, tenderly. But the temptation to give in to his need for her was strong. ‘’Gods, love!’’ he rubbed her needing core as he spoke, gently, ‘’You’re so ready for me.’’ His hands on her soaking core sent electricity through her body, he pushed her panties aside to work his hands more, she was gasping and moaning with light touches of his fingers, her body ached for him, needing him to fill her as she was desperate for him. ‘’Little dove…’’ his lips were on her neck, tickling her, ‘’I want to hear you call my name. I want you to beg for me.’’ His words a mix of demand and desire. ‘’Feyd..’’ she moaned his name, ‘’Please…’’ he loved the way his name sounded on her lips, a desperate plea that went straight to his cock.

  ‘’Please what, little wife?’’ he asked playfully, his words a low, seductive drawl. He wanted her to say exactly what she needed and desired. ‘’I want you,’’ she palmed his face and looked into his eyes, ‘’deep inside of me.’’ And kissed him raw. His body responded immediately, pulling his pants down, he let her take control, Y/N helped him with his pants and then sat back on his lap, placed her wet entrance on hi hard and leaking cock, ‘’I’m going to give you exactly what you want, my love.’’ He growled against her lips, ‘’I’m going to fill you completely.’’ Feyd gripped her waist tightly, digging his fingers to her skin as she sank down, she moaned loudly as she felt Feyd fill her up with one stroke the hilt, Feyd’s eyes were almost crazed, fixed to her with a feral look. Her hands went to his shoulders, her tightness wrapping around him which made him growl in desperation. His hands went to her hips to grip and make her move slowly, ‘’You feel so good.’’ He breathed and Y/N started to move on him, Feyd watched his wife ride him, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm and with one swift move he ripped her bra, tossed it on the floor somewhere. His hand went to flick her nipple, the tip was so hard under his fingers he leaned into take it into his wet mouth, she gasped with the feeling. Her grip on his shoulders tightened, he teased and played with the nipple, he pulled back. His breath was hot against her chest, and his lips found hers as she bounced on his cock. Their kiss were hard and wet, his hands moved to her hips to guide her, they were breaking the kiss to moan and then kissing again. It was enough, Feyd flipped her on her back on the couch and mounted her, her legs wrapped around his waist quickly, pulling him deeper. He was on top of her, pounding like there was no one in this entire galaxy but her, Y/N was the only one who could get him like this, needy, desperate. ‘’Feyd..’’ she moaned his name over and over again when his large hand played with her clit, Feyd loved it when she moaned his name, ‘’Again.’’ He demanded with his raspy voice, ‘’Feyd-Rautha..’’ it was enough for him to come in her wet cunt, he was buried deep as he came he kept playing with her clit to bring her to come and she was a whimpering mess, ‘’I know, I know shhh..’’ she was shaking as she gushed, a pool of liquid left her core coating the couch.

He laid on top of her afterwards she pet his head gently, it was soothing to listen to her heart beat, his blue eyes closed involuntarily.

They were in each other’s arms, embraced the calmness in these hard times when their door violently knocked. Y/N opened her eyes with a heart beat that could be heard miles away. Feyd immediately jumped and made sure to help his wife get dressed, and then he took care of himself, marched to the door and unlocked it, his most trusted man entered. ‘’My Baroness.’’ He addressed Y/N first, and then Feyd, ‘’My Baron. I apologies to disturb you, however, we have detected ships approaching Arrakis, the ships are carrying House Harkonnen banners.’’ A grim atmosphere hung in the air. ‘’He is here.’’ Y/N whispered, her voice betraying her with a little shake, did that mean today was her last night? Feyd was going to fight for her till the end but if it meant also his death then…

‘’Ready our troops.’’ Feyd said to his man, looking stoic as ever, his man bowed and left the bed chambers. He turned to face the large windows, it was sunset, the ships of Harkonnens looked as if tiny dots in the Dune’s atmosphere, ‘’So it begins.’’ Feyd whispered to himself when his wife approached and held his hand.

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[shegatsby]

Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

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Warnings: Stalking, mention of abuse (slight)

Chapter Three

Bucky was as if someone hammered him on the spot where he left his bike before he walked into the store, it was open for 24/7 so she must be on the night shift, was this her daily routine? During the day she was at the flower shop and at night she was at the store, his dark mind was going to places he couldn’t hinder, ‘’Was she sent by the HYDRA?’’ this couldn’t be a coincidence or was it just fate?

The world was getting smaller and smaller these days, as his mind was screaming at him his body was like a marble statue, unmoving. He was leaning on his bike, the treat he got for Alpine in his leather jacket’s pocket. ‘’Why does she have two jobs?’’ he asked himself, was she paying a debt or she had mouths to feed back at home? He could understand that because he was the eldest of 4 siblings, he had to quit school and start working, his father George Barnes had died and he became the man of the house real quick and then he enlisted in the army when the war broke out. ‘’Was she married? No, too young, plus no wedding ring.’’ As he dwelled on these thoughts he watched people go in, buy things and leave the store. From where he was he could see her standing, smiling at every customer, ‘’Does she have to smile to everyone?’’ a whisper behind his ear, ‘’James! Get a grip, she is no one to you, get back home!’’ another whisper. The next thing he knew he stood there, leaning on his bike till dawn, watching her greeting morning worker and giving him the uniform and then leaving with weary shoulders. Her hands in her jacket’s pockets, her brown bag tucked on her shoulder, she was walking, Bucky’s feet started to move, stealth in his steps, his feet had its own mind apparently. She was across him on the other sidewalk so she didn’t notice a thing, one could hear people waking up and the city becoming alive once again with the first lights of the day. Buses were on duty, people were heading to their jobs, life as normal as it could get. She was a strange creature to him, so calm mannered and focused on her jobs, Bucky could sense that she was a hard-working woman and he liked it but also detest it at the same time. She deserved to lay back and take it easy but she must be in a situation where she had to hustle, Bucky bet that she had side hustles as well.  She wasn’t taking any buses or heading to the subway, she was determined to walk back home and so was Bucky. He wanted to see her building, was it a safe place? As they walked the streets he could see that it wasn’t safe, he hated that. He hated that she wasn’t in a safe environment, he hated that she didn’t have someone to look after her. She reached to a building after 20 minutes of non-stop walking, on their separate walks Bucky noticed few things, how she never looked at any shop windows or street food carts, she must be starving but her head was low, was she ignoring the delicious smells or shiny objects on purpose so that she wouldn’t have to buy or dare to want. Bucky knew how scary to dare to want something because it meant hope, and hope was a dangerous thing . Without even looking around her she walked inside through the brown doors of the building, it was similar to Bucky’s building but shabbier, he waited outside for two minutes and then walked in behind her. He was just going to check her mailbox or maybe find out which floor and door belonged to her, was it crazy? He didn’t answer that question and it hung in his mind, screaming at him.

The inside mailboxes were on the wall, just like any other apartment complex, he found her name and

‘’Y/N Y/L/N’’

Her mailbox was empty, he figured that she must be doing everything online and no one sends letters these days other than important governmental forms. He sighed, he wondered which floor and the door was hers, the elevator was out of order so if it was at the top she must be climbing the stairs still, Bucky stopped before the stairs which were covered with a dirty carpet, one couldn’t tell the color anymore. He sighed again and started to climb the stairs, the building had 5 floors, he quickly climbed the stairs, as he reached the 4th floor he heard and saw a door closing, was it hers? His heart was beating wild, what would have happened if she were to just take the trash out and saw him standing there? He slowly approached the door and saw the number, it was 8.

He wasn’t sure if it belonged to her and he was about to leave and he heard sounds, ‘’Where were you?’’ a man said with a gruff voice, he heard some glasses being moved on the floor, ‘’I was at the night shift.’’ And it was her soft voice but this time she sounded more cautious and alert. ‘’You should’ve told me that you got a second job Y/N!’’ the man said clearly unhappy and he sounded young, couldn’t be her father for sure. His hands were in fists, ‘’I’m going to make breakfast.’’ She replied, and then no sound followed. She must be in a relationship and living together in a shitty apartment. His ears were ringing and he  could feel his blood boiling, Bucky waltzed out of that building, not looking back, if he looked back he knew that he would break down the door and ask why was her wrist bruised.

Y/N’s hands were shaking as she made breakfast, bacon and eggs for Leo and cereals for her, she didn’t have appetite lately. She made coffee and poured orange juice as well for him, he was in the shower, as she looked around she saw empty beer bottles on the small living room, he was invading her space for sure. She picked up the empty bottles and threw them in trash, opened the curtains and windows for fresh air to come and cleans her space, ‘’When did we turn into this?’’ she asked herself, a drunk gambler and his bread winner girlfriend. Leo was in debt and it was a lot, in order to hide he came to live with her but she was telling Melanie that Leo was in love with her and moved in with her. What was she suppose to say? That their love died years ago and she was the only escape he could use? She wasn’t exactly getting young and Leo was the only one she had for years…. She sighed in grief of their deceased love and got back to the kitchen which was connected to the living room, it was a small one bedroom apartment. She was almost finished with her cereal when he came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, he was handsome still with his blonde hair and beard, she used to get butterflies seeing him, she used to forget to breath when she saw him and now all she could think about was the bruise on her wrist. Leo wasn’t like this before, they met in high school, he was the bad boy and she was the nice girl, everyone wondered why Leo was with her, she was getting good grades, respectable young girl… when her parents died Leo was the one who helped her, so she never forgot that, during hard times he was with her but now… things have changed completely. ‘’Huh?’’ Leo’s voice brought back to the reality of her situation, ‘’Nothing, I just zoned out.’’ She replied and smiled but it was a dead one. Leo was too occupied with his bacon and eggs to notice it.

On the other hand, Bucky didn’t remember how he walked back to his bike and rode back home. The ringing in his ear didn’t stop till he reached home and picked up Alpine to calm himself, in chaotic situations or if he ever got triggered he would always pet Alpine, her purring calmed him all the time. ‘’Here Alpine.’’ He said as he got the treat out of his jacket’s pocket and opened the metal can with one quick move, Alpine happily ate the treat and Bucky watched her. ‘’Fuck..’’ he sighed, ‘’She has someone Alpine.’’ He spoke to his cat as usual. ‘’I should stop, shouldn’t I?’’ the cat was eating her delicious treat so he was left with his thoughts on his couch, covered in white fur. He huffed and laid his head back, closed his azure eyes but that didn’t help, he saw Y/N, her smile, her pure face, it was just too much and the fact that he didn’t get any sleep made him feel uneasy, he never slept too much but he needed at least 4-5 hours of it to function properly. Bucky got up, took of his jacket and threw it on the wooden floor and laid on his couch, his flesh arm covering his eyes he tried to get some sleep.

Y/N took a shower, didn’t forget to lock the door. She didn’t want to be disturbed and she knew Leo, no respect for privacy. His presence made her take a quick shower, she used to love getting a shower for a long time but now her body kept rushing her, after shower she wore the clothes she brought in the bathroom, an oversized shirt, baggy shorts, she brushed her hair and dried it. She didn’t have much skincare routine because the products were expensive and she didn’t have a budget to spare right now.. or ever. As she looked at her blurry reflection on the steamed bathroom mirror her mind went back to last night when she saw him. The ‘’Rose Guy’’ it was a nickname Melanie came up with, she chuckled and closed her mouth with her hand immediately, why did she chuckled? ‘’What a coincidence.’’ She said and applied her one and only moisturizer on her face. She wasn’t being honest with herself, ever since she saw him she kept thinking about him, the dark haired and blue eyed stranger looked fascinating to her. He wasn’t a talker unlike her other customers who loved to make small talk with her or Melanie, they loved to tell who were they buying the flowers for or what was the occasion etc. but not him. Something in her hoped to see him again next Monday for roses, when her mind wandered to a place where she was questioning who was the roses for she stopped herself and  got out of the shower, she wanted to sleep before going to the flower shop. Juggling two jobs wasn’t easy and it took a tool on her.

Bucky on the other hand slept for about 2-3 hours and then lifted himself from his couch, Alpine was on the coffee table, watching him, ‘’Hey.’’ He greeted with a rough voice, petted her head and got up, he hit the shower, a quick one and then got dressed, he got his dirty clothes and headed downstairs of the building where the washing machines kept, as he was doing laundry he read a book, he had so many books to catch up and he was reading the Hunger Games, he promised Sam to read the books first and then watch the movies. He was halfway through it and he enjoyed it very much, a messed up society where tributes have to fight to death to win a prize, it sounded very interesting to him. As he was reading he imagined Katniss as Y/N, they were both strong women who have to be tough and get by. He huffed and placed the book aside when his laundry was clean and dry, he got his clothes back and headed upstairs. On his way he saw Mr. Nakajima, ‘’James! Lunch?’’ the old man asked, ‘’Sure Mr. Nakajima, let me put these and I’ll meet you there.’’ The old man nodded and reached for the elevator, he remembered the time where he first met, the elevator wasn’t working and no one was doing nothing about it so he took the liberty and fixed it himself. He was handy with anything, of course he didn’t tell anyone that he fixed it himself and over the months when the washing machines made a problem he tended them, the only good thing came out of HYDRA was his knowledge of fixing things and it came in handy these days.

As he got dressed he headed out, to meet with Mr. Nakajima and eat lunch at their favorite Japanese place which he visited yesterday. Leah was there, talking to him and he entered the place. ‘’Here is your buddy.’’ She announced which made the old man look over his shoulder, ‘’Great! I’m starving.’’ The man said and Bucky sat next to him. They didn’t have to order because Leah knew their classic lunch order so they decided to catch up and the topic came to Bucky being alone. ‘’You should be with someone,’’ Mr. Nakajima said, ‘’Everyone needs someone James.’’ Bucky knew the old man had no ill intentions and just saying this opinions and he was right, the problem was to trust and let your guard down and that wasn’t something he could imagine himself doing and the fact that he was the Winter Soldier and committed number of violent crimes including Mr. Nakajima’s son’s death.. Bucky was intent on being single. He didn’t want anyone to crumble under the burden of his petrifying past. ‘’Don’t you find anyone attractive, boy?!’’ Mr. Nakajima protested and Bucky’s weary head immediately pulled up an image of her, Y/N…

‘’What if I do?’’ he found himself asking which made the old man smile, ‘’Who? Is it Leah?’’ he was excited, one could see. Bucky shook his head as no because Leah just brought their lunch and left with a smile. ‘’Then who?’’

‘’You don’t know her.. to be honest neither do I…’’

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Chapter Four

[shegatsby]

Love Thy Enemy

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

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Warnings: Smut continous!

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Chapter Fourteen

 He knew his size so he tried his best but the animal inside of him was clawing to take over, to give in to his instincts. He tried to focus on her, on her face, on her body, on the way she felt around him, he tried to keep his movements measured, even as the need for more grew stronger with each moment. It was a battle of wills, a struggle against himself and he tried to stay the course. As she had gotten used to the rhythm she knew the look on his face, he was controlling himself, she knew that he wanted to be rough, ‘’Feyd,’’ she moaned, ‘’Faster..’’ his eyes darkened with the last sentence, his body responding instantly. Hearing her say ‘’Faster.’’ Sent a spark through him, and the wild animal inside of him started to break free. She was challenging him, making him lose control,  and the animal inside him wanted to rise to the challenge. Feyd felt her trust in him, and that only made him want her more and he started to pick up the pace, his body moving with a new intensity. She moaned in pleasure and shock, she was once again reminded of how strong he was, her hands went to his muscular chest, her tits bouncing with the fast rhythm, Feyd grabbed her wrists tightly with one hand and pinned them above her head, he wanted to take her, dominate her, ‘’I trust you..’’ she managed to say, she wanted to see him lose control. Something in him snapped, his control slipped, broken by the trust Y/N put in him. The animal within him took over completely, no longer held back by anything. He pulled out for a moment, flipping her around her stomach, and pushed her into the bed, he pinned her arms behind her back with one hand. She obliged, had no other choice. Feyd leaned down and growled into her ear, ‘’I’m going to show you what it means to belong to me.’’ And then he pushed in her, filling her with one harsh push. Feyd’s need for her consuming him, he was slamming into her relentlessly, ‘’My little dove..’’  only thing he cared about was getting as deep as he could. The animal side of him was in total control, and he was driven by nothing but the primal need to possess his wife, to make her his own. His words are harsh, breathless, and desperate. ‘’You’re mine, all mine. Don’t fight back, just take it like a good little wife you are.’’

He spanked her ass with his free hand, his hand coming down with a  loud slap. He was in complete control, fueled solely by the primal need to dominate her. ‘’You’re going to take what I give you my little wife.’’  Their skin slapped with each movement, their moans and whimpers filling the air, he could feel she was close again, he kept spanking her, he was adoring the way she let him do this.

Feyd was close, watching her ass jiggle, the sound of their skin collapsing was too much and, his free hand stopped slapping her ass cheek and found its way on her clit, he wanted her to come with him, ‘’Give me another one sweet wife.’’ He was towering her, his lips on her ear and he bit her earlobe,

‘’How did it feel to watch me fight today?’’ he asked with his raspy voice and she was whimpering under him, her body started to shake like it did before, ‘’That’s it!’’ he encouraged his wife, ‘’Come for me little dove.’’ His hand rubbing her clit and his monster cock in her drove her mad and she felt her release like the waves crushing to the shore, she was gushing and also felt Feyd release himself in her core. They were a hot mess, sheets were soaked underneath them.

Even though it was their second time having sex in this 2 month old marriage it was as if their bodies and souls had met years ago. For once Feyd-Rautha appreciated the Bene Gesserit for matchmaking, although he had his eyes on her since their childhood the witches of Bene Gesserit were onto something. He needed no one but her.. and their child.

Feyd got up and carefully lifted her numb body, carried his wife to the bathroom, there was a grey marble tub, big enough for both of them and he filled it with warm water and then placed her inside. He poured the oils he liked on her skin and hair, rose and lavender. Those had never grown in Giedi Prime but whenever Y/N visited the planet she smelled like those scents so as a child and in his teenage years he looked forward to her visits, just to be in her presence… she had no idea how he had waited and yearned for her.

Later he got into the tub, her back was on his chest so he started to brush her wonderful hair, he always wanted to do that, ‘’I have always admired your hair.’’ He found himself admitting, the almighty Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was nothing but a soft man with her, ‘’Really?’’ she asked curious, she figured it out before when he kept looking at her hair or smelling her head. ‘’I like the way it bounces and captures the perfumes and oils you wear.’’ His large hands were so soothing, massaging her scalp, ‘’Hmm..’’ she hummed in pure bliss, Feyd’s hand went to her stomach, he still couldn’t believe she was carrying their first child. He was going to be a father. He remembered his own father, Abulurd Rabban, Baron’s step-brother. He didn’t realize he huffed in discomfort, ‘’What’s wrong?’’ she asked turning her head, she saw him on her peripheral vision, he seemed… sad.

‘’I just remembered my father.’’

She felt a stone drop in her stomach, she remembered the book she had found back in Giedi Prime’s dark fortress,

Emmie Rabban’s cause of death: Matricide

Abulurd Rabban’s cause of death: Patricide

‘’What do you remember about him?’’ she asked carefully, Feyd’s hand still on her stomach, rubbing gently, ‘’I was taken to my uncle when I was an infant so I only know the stories of him.’’ He began and Y/N let him speak, ‘’He became the Count of Lankiveil, there he fell in love with my mother…’’ he paused which caught her attention, her heart started to beat faster, was her fate going to be the same as his mother?‘’Emmi Rabban, was her name. She was from House Rabban, a minor House. After the marriage my father renounced the Harkonnen name and took up my mother’s family name.’’ To her core she felt the love they had for each other, no man in their right mind would take his wife’s House name. He must have been madly in love to lose his powerful and prestigious name. ‘’Maybe I can make you an Atreides.’’ She joked to lighten the mood and Feyd chuckled deeply, ‘’What happened to your father?’’ she asked as if she didn’t know that he was patricide. ‘’Baron ordered Glossu to kill him.’’ He said, his voice flat, ‘’I am so sorry Feyd.’’ She whispered and fully turned to him, splashing water to the ground but she didn’t care, she sat on his lap, it made sense because Glossu Rabban was much older than him but Emmi Rabban had died years later. Could it be him? Y/N also realized that Feyd started to address his uncle and brother as Baron and Glossu Rabban, her Bene Gesserit instincts were telling her that he was starting to drop the blood bind that he shared with them. Y/N’s hand went to his pale face, the back of her fingers brushed his cheek, he seemed a man tortured, she didn’t want to imagine what kind of manipulative lessons he got from Baron, what kind of sick and twisted teachings he had to go under, ‘’Feyd?’’ she whispered softly, ‘’Hmm?’’ he was leaning to her touch, ‘’What happened to your mother?’’ she asked directly, Feyd froze for a second, in his deep ocean eyes she could see the hesitation. She was about to find out. ‘’I used to see her, as much as Baron let me see her.’’ He began, Y/N held her breath. ‘’As I reached my teenage years I started to sneak into her planet, more often than the Baron wished. He was afraid that I might run away and live with her. Gods knew I did,’’ he exhaled, ‘’I wanted to live with her so bad and he knew.’’ She could hear the agony in his raspy voice, his child like image came to her mind, wanting to be with his only living parent. It broke her heart. Y/N kept her silence so that he would explain further, the scent of lavender and rose made them more relaxed and loose, it was a rare moment to see him like this.

‘’One day, I was visiting her again, apparently Baron’s spies were everywhere, that they I learned it in a harsh way.’’ Y/N held her breath, ‘’I was getting ready to leave, she kissed my cheek and held my face in her warm palms until her nose started to bleed, her palms got colder quickly, and she fell to the floor,’’ Feyd’s eyes were looking away from her, focused on a spot in the grand bathchamber, ‘’Baron had made my personal chef put a certain substance in my food that anyone touched me in 12 hours they would get poisoned, it was a type where it didn’t have any effect on the consumer. I could do nothing to stop it.’’

Y/N’s Bene Gesserit senses were telling her that he was off the hook, he was the one who caused it but he was unaware of it. Her human side was aching in agony, this poor boy must have felt that he was the reason and blamed himself for years and years. She held his face in her palms, like his mother did. ‘’It wasn’t your fault.’’ She said softly, ‘’I am aware of that-‘’

‘’It wasn’t your fault Feyd.’’ She meant it, every word and with that Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, the fearsome Na-Baron of Giedi Prime, the Whip of Arrakis (that’s what the Fremen addressed him as) started to shake violently, as if the years of pain and self blame surfaced and his buried his face in his wife’s neck, pulling her harshly and tears left his ocean blue eyes.

All she could do was to be there and hug him, their naked bodies clung to each other, they became one, their souls pouring to each other’s hearts. In that moment she swore to herself that it was just her and him, and their little baby.. in her mind’s eye she saw a vision, Feyd was holding a baby in his arms and Y/N was holding the other… in that moment her Bene Gesserit trainings told her that she was carrying twins and she decided on the babies gender, a boy and a girl and she was going to suggest to name them as Emmi and Abulurd to honor her husband’s parents and pay a homage to them. They died but their names shall live in their grandchildren.

The very next morning Feyd woke up early, in fact he didn’t get much sleep, his dark and twisted mind was alert, making plans to save his wife and child, little did he know that there was an extra one. He remembered the conversation he had with his wife’s father, Duke Leto Atreides on the wedding day,

‘’Duke Leto,’’ he called for him, ‘’May we speak in private?’’ it was before the arena.

‘’Yes, we may.’’ And Feyd took him to his study. ‘’Do not have any fear for your daughter’s future for I am her provider and protector starting today. She will be taken care of the way she wishes. Not a strand of her hair will be harmed. You have my word.’’ And he bowed respectfully.

Leto looked at him different than the day his daughter was taken. Today he was going to be his son-in-law, the father of his future grandchildren, ‘’If you need anything,’’ Leto began, ‘’I will be there for you, son.’’ And he hugged Feyd. Feyd wasn’t used to getting hugs or sentimental things from his family members so he was startled at first but he hugged Leto back.

He slowly left the bed, got dressed in black, as usual and he marched to his study room, there he sat and got his personal device to send a voice memo, he hesitated before he pressed the button to record his voice but then he exhaled and pressed the button, the device turned green it was recording.

‘’Greetings Duke Leto Atreides, This is an urgent message, my wife has fled Giedi Prime and came to Arrakis. Due to this action my uncle demands her head,’’ he paused, the gravity of the situation hitting him all at once, ‘’I have promised you that I will keep her safe, and you said if I needed anything you would be there..’’ he had a warm feeling in his chest when he remembered how serious and willing Duke Leto was in that moment and he continued recording his voice, ‘’ I am going to take over Giedi Prime and become it’s rightful Baron. I need your, House Atreides’ support and I need it very soon. Your daughter needs your support… I need your support. Please help us.’’

Asking for help wasn’t something he used to, all his life he never asked for something because his slaves where there for his every need and desires, it wasn’t an easy message to record.

Feyd stopped the record and immediately sent it to Caladan.

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Bucky Barnes Fanfiction!

Silent Obsession:

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

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Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight

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Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

A/N: Hello guys! Not me being consistent lol! I'm enjoying this very much and I hope you do too. Let me know what you think.

This is the playlist I made for the series;

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Warnings: Dark Romance. Stalking.

Words: 2.691K

Chapter Two

It had been a week since the game night, Sam had mentioned a mission coming up, it wasn’t soon but Sam didn’t have to hear him say yes, he was always ready for a mission.  A mission was an only thing that made Bucky comfortable, he had been so use to being a soldier and a killing machine that it made his mind calm and relaxed, he liked planning and following the plan, getting the bad guys behind bars or under the ground was something he knew how to do, getting a new life? That was something else. He had woken up in cold sweat, on the floor of his living room, he had a thin blanket on him, covering his bare chest and he could feel his dog tags stuck to his wet chest, he was hyper-aware of the sweat, the dog tags, his navy blue shorts and the blanket on him, he sat breathing heavily.

He woke up before his alarm which was set to 6 am. It was 5.38 in the morning, the nightmare felt too real, as if he were there pulling the trigger. He huffed and got to his feet, he marched to his bathroom to start the day a bit early. As he took a shower with warm water his mind drifted to the girl he had seen a week ago. Was she also getting ready for work or was it a day off? His mind already making a plan to ride the bike near her workplace, maybe Mrs. Rodriguez needed groceries and he could pick them up, on his way he could also take a tour around a certain flower shop. He left the shower, dried himself with a towel and walked to the bedroom to get dressed. He wore a dark grey hoddie, black pants, boots and leather jacket with leather gloves. Alpine was content, not moving a muscle on the couch, he put some cat food and water in her bowls and got his house and bike keys from the kitchen counter, ‘’See you later Alpine.’’ He said and rubbed her head before he left his apartment. He first knocked on Mr. Nakajima’s door, they were on the same floor, ‘’I’m coming!’’

he heard the old man’s yell, he was moving slow due to his age. Mr. Nakajima answered the door with a grumpy look as usual, ‘’Hey Mr. Nakajima, I’m heading out do you need anything that I can get you?’’ every time Bucky saw the old guy he felt this sour feeling in his stomach, the sour feeling of regret and punishment. Bucky was punishing himself, in his mind he murdered Mr. Nakajima’s innocent son and Bucky had to pay the price, to him it didn’t matter if he was a brainwashed solider at the time. ‘’No, thank you but do ask Mrs. Rodriguez.’’ He was a simple man with few words, didn’t like to talk too much and always straight to the point, Bucky saw himself in him. ‘’Will do. Have a great day.’’ And the door shut to his face.

He used the stairs as usual and reached Mrs. Rodriguez’s door and knocked softly, soon the old lady answered, ‘’James!’’ her brown eyes got  brighter with seeing him, ‘’Such a handsome face to start my day.’’ She added and Bucky smirked, ‘’I have some errands to run, do you need anything from outside?’’ The old lady smiled kindly, ‘’Ah, you’re a life saver James. I need eggs and flour. Here let me get my purse.’’ But Bucky stopped her, ‘’Please Mrs. Rodriguez, I’ll get back with those soon. You always share what you bake so let me.’’ He raised his gloved hands in protest, he learned from his ma that he should be a gentleman and help women all the time. ‘’Dear James! You’re such a sweet boy, not many left like you these days.’’ She looked sentimental, maybe she remembered the times where men were real men. ‘’See ya later.’’ Bucky said and headed to the stairs again to leave the building. He didn’t have any errands to run, he just needed and excuse, an excuse so that he could justify his actions to his rational side of his brain. He got onto his bike, these past 7 days all he could think about was her. Her kind smile, skillful hands, soft demeanor, she represented everything he wasn’t and that draw his attention, on his bike he tried to focus on the road, his first stop was the market, he got some flour and eggs and then he left the market, few blocks down was the Floral Fantasia, his main goal. In his one hand he was carrying the bag and marching the pavement like a soldier in his heavy boots. A man on a mission. As he saw the place his heart started to beat faster than normal, the shop was open, it was 2 pm, the city was busy per usual. Cars and bikes were passing by, life was flowing for everyone around him. A kid passed, probably 7 or 8 years old, holding his mother’s hand and in his other hand he had candy, they stopped at the lights, the kid looked up to Bucky, his green eyes went wide, Bucky knew the kid recognized him. He was wearing a Captain America t-shirt of course he knew who was the Cap’s childhood best friend. Even though Bucky’s hair was short and he covered his metal arm at all times his face was the same, he had to leave before the kid made a scene but something happened that he couldn’t understand. The kid with green eyes smiled at him ear to ear and then his mother urged him to walk. He froze for a second, didn’t know what to do and then he saw the green light so he walked. His feet took him to the shop like a trained memory even though he had been here once. Carefully he pushed the door and walked in, the bell rang as he got inside, the same fresh smell hit his nose and his distorted and dark mind associated the sweet scent with her. This time she wasn’t at the back, she was at the front, behind the cash register and her head lifted as soon as she heard the door being opened and that damn beautiful smile, deep down he knew that she had to smile like this to everyone who came in and it didn’t sit right with him. She was wearing blue jeans, a bit baggy, maybe she had lost some weight but

didn’t buy a new pair, and she had a white tank top and a blue shirt on top, her golden name tag on her left side, Y/N… what a name, a certain feeling of possessiveness washed over him, he wanted no one but himself to say her name. His eyes wandered on her chest and up her face. ‘’Hello Sir, how may I help you?’’ she asked with that soft voice, he approached, he placed the bag he was carrying on the white counter and he leaned on it with his two hands, towering over her, with broad shoulders,  ‘’I would like to have a bouquet of red roses please.’’ He said with a flat tone but his eyes weren’t flat at all. His ocean eyes found her Y/E/C eyes and dared her to look at him directly. The other girl was watching the scene unfold and didn’t make a sound. ‘’Of course.’’ She nodded and Bucky noticed the pink dust on her cheeks, his eyes followed her every move. She got the roses and everything she needed to make that bouquet, Y/N noticed the flour and eggs inside the bag, ‘’Do you bake?’’ she asked out of curiosity, he didn’t look the type, with her question he paused, observing her first, was she interested? Maybe or maybe not. Her hair falling from her shoulders and covering the side of her face, he wanted to reach and tuck a strand behind her ear and he had to struggle with himself to not do it. ‘’No.’’ he said and then the stillness followed, she looked up for a second to meet his gaze and when he didn’t continue explaining she lowered her head to do her job, he felt bad, very very bad. ‘’Uh- a neighbor of mine does. She needed the ingredients.’’ He shortly explained and it made her look at him again, if it meant that him talking would make her look at him, Bucky would never shut up, even though that wasn’t characteristic of him at all. ‘’How kind of you to get her groceries.’’ She commented and for once in years Bucky blushed, he lowered his head, he didn’t know what to do with that strange heat in his cheeks. He bit his bottom lip in desperation. ‘’Please praise me more..’’ his mind begged in silence, even though this was the second time he saw her, Bucky knew he was getting hooked but in silent obsession.  

‘’All done.’’ She announced later, till then he noticed he watched her like a predator and to their audience it must have been a good show. ‘’That’ll be 40 dollars.’’

Bucky reached to his wallet inside his leather jacket, got 40 USA dollars and extended to her with his non metal hand again, just to feel that tiny touch through his gloved hand. A sudden rush of worry washed his entire body when he saw a red hand mark on her delicate wrist, and then rage followed. His blue eyes looked at the bruise and then up at her pretty eyes, she realized what was happening and quickly got the money and placed it on the cash register. ‘’Have a great day Sir.’’ She said with a quick breath, ‘’Thank you. You too.’’ He said slowly as his mind was contemplating on what to do. He got the roses and his bag and then unwillingly left the flower shop.

Why did she have a bruise on her wrist?

Why did she look apologetic as if it was her fault?

Did she fell or…

He didn’t want to think further, he placed the things on his bike’s small compartment and got onto the bike, the Harley’s engine was heard by the girls inside the flower shop and he rode the bike, not knowing a pair of pretty eyes watching from the window of the shop. On his way back home his mind didn’t give him a rest, he exhaled deeply as he parked his Harley and got his things, with a stern look he got inside the building, climbed up the stairs to Mrs. Rodriguez’s door and knocked. The woman was surprised again, she didn’t expect Bucky to give her another bouquet of red roses but she was happy, thanked him so many times and promised to keep baking for him. Her presence gave him comfort and he liked that. Later he climbed up to his place and unlocked the door, Alpine greeted him with meows and rubbing herself on his legs, he closed his door behind him and locked it. ‘’Hey baby girl.’’ He greeted, he was grateful that he had Alpine, she was the one who kept him alive and gave him a reason to wake up every morning and recently there was another reason to wake up from his nightmares... as Bucky remembered her he remembered the mark on her wrist. He flung himself on the couch which was covered in Alpine’s white fur but he didn’t mind.

‘’Come here sweet girl.’’ And Alpine jumped on his lap, he removed his gloves and started petting her, she was purring and he loved the sound of that. ‘’It’s stupid.’’ He found himself taking to his non verbal cat, ‘’Why do I even care? She is no one to me..’’ he was rather chatty today. Alpine was rubbing herself and body on his palm and meowing softly as if she was trying to give her ideas, he chuckled, ‘’I’m going insane aren’t I Alpine?’’ He got up and looked at his silver watch on his wrist that was non vibranium. It was 6 pm, he was hungry and decided to eat outside. There was a small Japanese place nearby, a place he usually went with Mr. Nakajima but tonight he wanted to go alone and eat some sushi, maybe a bowl of ramen. He liked Asian food and even though that place was small it was the best. He never trusted big restaurant chains because the food was mediocre in those places, however in small business, especially a family restaurant had the most tastiest dishes. ‘’Alright alright, I’ll get you something extra!’’ he protested to Alpine who was protesting as he left his flat.

The place was crowded and it was easy to blend in the crowd, a trick from his Winter Soldier times. It was a rather dark place with small dark brown tables and a bar place, one could see the chef making the dishes behind the bar, the delicious smell of soy sauce made his stomach growl, he sat behind. It was an old style restaurant where they had a menu book and order, he liked it very much. He decided to order a plate of sushi and a beer so he raised his hand, the waitress and she was also the bartender Leah came to get his order, they got used to each other, he was a regular customer here. ‘’Where is your pal?’’ she asked smiling, ‘’Oh, he was tired so you have me.’’ He replied and gave is order, ‘’Thank you.’’ Didn’t forget to thank her, the service workers were the backbone of this country and he was careful to treat them with respect.

He could hear half Japanese and half English words from the customers, most were also regular, he could speak Japanese thanks to his training under HYDRA he could speak so many languages. They were talking about mundane life problems, how they’re paying their mortgage, their kids and wives, the restaurant had mostly male customers so topics were sports, their wives and kids and their debts. He felt an outsider every time he heard the conversations, he never had a wife to complain about, hell he didn’t even have a proper long term relationship, yes he was popular among the ladies back then but mostly short term and then the war happened, the rest was history. Now he was 106, didn’t look like it but felt like it in his every fiber. His order came as he was thinking about his life and having a crisis, he thanked again to Leah. ‘’Let me know if you need anything else.’’ He nodded and she walked away. As he took his first bite he imagined Y/N sitting before her, eating together, it was such a simple daydream but felt so far away and out of reach.. he shook his head and focus on his plate.

It was maybe around 9 pm when he left the restaurant, he had few beers and talked to couple of guys, ‘’Damn, I forgot!’’ he talked to himself, he promised Alpine to get her a treat so he hopped on his bike and rode to nearest convenient store.

He walked inside the store, no one was around, it was getting late. He walked the aisles and found a treat for Alpine and marched to the front to pay and he dropped the can. It was her, now she had a blue uniform, a name tag again and she also froze when she saw him but she was the one who quickly shook her head and smiled, ‘’How may I help you?’’ said looking up at him, Bucky picked up the metal can and placed it on the counter, she scanned it, ‘’That’ll be 5 dollars.’’ She replied, his mind was hazy. He gave the 5 dollar bill, ‘’Thank you. Have a great night.’’ She smile and said, but he could see the realization in her pretty eyes. ‘’Thank you.’’ He managed to say and left in hurry.

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Chapter Three

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I’ve been thinking of one where Reader is a concubine of Paul, but she gets ignored because he has Chani & Irulan. Paul mainly has her around because she gets along with him, Chani, and Irulan and keeps the peace between them as a concubine and as a healer. He is possessive of her but doesn’t love her romantically, but reader wants to be loved and held. Then Feyd comes in-he gets injured-reader tends to him and he falls for her, but she doesn’t know what to do because she’s loyal to Paul and never had this type of attention before. Then Feyd becomes like her personal bodyguard & shenanigans ensue.

A/N: Omg this was in my drafts for so long. Thank you so much for the request I loved writing it. Hope you'll like it.

Warnings: Battle but not any detailed gore or depictions.

“Lord Paul expects his wife and his concubines. It is urgent.” You were chatting with Chani when one of the guards barged into the garden section of the palace, drinking spice coffee and talking about life was your favorite activity to do with her, she was a great friend to have. Whenever something important accured Pauld would request his partners at his side, his wife and Chani on his right and you were standing on his left.

Paul was sitting on his gold throne, the colorful windows at the ceiling casted rainbow lights on the marble floors of the throne room. He was dressed in Atreides colors, red and after his victory dark shade of green. Irulan was already there, Chani smiled at you kindly and took her place. Paul didn’t even notice you, he wasn’t a bad person, he took you in because you were an orphan and you had great skills. Especially healing, because at the Siech you helped your old Reverend Mother, she thought you many things. You stood in your space, facing the tall doors and waited. “Let him in.” Paul’s voice was heard and the tall heavy doors opened, you wondered about the person you were about to see. He must be important.

You saw a tall, bald headed man walk in with pride, his uniform was jet black, his combat boots made it sound like he was marching to war… or was he?

“Bow before your Emperor Paul Muadib Atreides.” Duncan Idaoh’s voice harsh voice echoed in the throne room. The bald man looked at Idaho and then Paul, and he fell on his knees. “Your message intrigued me.” Paul began which made the man look up at him, “Rise and explain your scheme, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.” He finished and you felt your heart burn in fire, “A Harkonnen?!” You thought, they were the reason you were an orphan, they were the reason why your people suffered for years. Your hands were in fists you had to be calm. Your harsh gaze found his already staring blue eyes, his eyes were originally blue not because of the spice. His eyes trailed a path on your body and found your face, you were wearing a tight orange dress, your long hair loose, you had golden bracelets on your arms. You didn’t flinch from his stare, in fact, you stared back into his eyes with primal fury in your soul. His gaze turned back to Paul, ''I have interesting news about my uncle and I thought you might like to hear and make an alliance.. so to speak.'' his raspy voice sent shivers to your body, so dominant and cold. Paul didn’t say anything, just let him speak.

“Baron Vladimir Harkonnen has been gathering troops from Salusa Secundus.”

Duncon Idaho whispered but enough for you to hear, “Old Emperor’s troops.”

“He is planning on attacking Arrakis in a few days.” He finished, staring at Paul with a smirk.

Paul regarded him suspiciously, “Why are you telling me this? He is your uncle after all.” He was right.

“I am tired of being Na-Baron of Giedi Prime, I desire to be it’s Baron and only ruler.” He confessed one of his deepest desires, Paul raised an eyebrow, “I would like to discuss this with my advisors. In the meantime you’re our guest. You shall have a second of the palace for yourself and servants to attend your every need.” Paul swiftly stood up from his throne, and walked down the stairs, his subjects including you following him. You never liked these situations where you had to follow him like a puppy. You wanted to stand next to him as his concubine. He was a nice man to you but it was obvious that his affections laid with Chani, not you and certainly not Irulan. You desired to be held by him, considered to be his equal but he discarded you so many times. His cold eyes never regarded you with… anything really. To him and others you were just a Fremen healer girl.

As you walked past Feyd-Rautha, he looked at you again, in a way all women wanted to be looked at… your trainings had told you so but you brushed his intense gaze off, kept your composure and walked past him gracefully.

Next day you were having breakfast at the gardens, the palace had gardens but the part you usually went was at the back. Not many people visited here so it was peaceful and calm. You were seated by the fountain which used to overflow with water but you made the servants cut the water. To you it was a waste of water and Arrakis was never kind to her residents whom regarded water as insignificant.

Over time you started to tend to the flowers and trees, ever since you became Muad’Dib’s you could access to knowledge of anything thanks to the lavish library. You started to learn about plants which you have never seen or heard before and slowly it became your passion. You were in your deep thoughts when a sudden cough attracted your attention, you turned to face the owner and it was him. Even though you didn’t want it you had to get up and bow respectfully, “My Na-Baron.” You greeted him. He was wearing a sleeveless tunic and satin, loose pants. His arms looking strong, up close he looked paler than usual. “What’s your name?” His direct question startled you. “Y/N. My Lord.” You said, still in shock.

“Your name is pretty as your face.”

You could feel your cheeks heat, it had been a long time since someone had complimented you.

He sat on the empty seat, “Sit.” He gestured for you to sit and you did. “Eat.” He said as he started to eat a fig from your plate. You continued eating, there was a silence, noticing his piercing blue gaze on you.

“What are you to him?” He was the one who broke the silence.

You understood what he meant, “I’m sure my Lord already knows.” You replied, didn’t want to say it.

Feyd smiled wickedly, was he playing a game?

“I do… but I want to be sure.”

You sighed before you spoke, “I am Paul Muad’Dib Atreides’s concubine.”

He scuffed in annoyance, “A concubine who doesn’t warm a bed isn’t truly a concubine.” His remark made you look up at him sharply, he was still smiling. How did he know that Paul never had you? Not even once…

“Our Muad’Dib-“ he cut you off, “He doesn’t care for you-“ he paused for a split second, “properly. Does he?” His tone carried something carnal. You couldn’t reply back to him for he was telling the truth.

“If you were mine you would be… looked after and taken care of.”

What was he trying to say to you?

You had heard so many horrible stories about him and how he treated the slaves he took to his bed or his servants in general. Most died in a few days. Thankfully you weren’t alone. You belonged to someone, even though he didn’t want you in that way.

''My Lord Na-Baron..'' you protested in shock, didn't know how to reply in a respectful manner and you saw the wicked smirk on his face. He got up from his chair, got a purple grape from your table and he leaned on the small table, you had no idea what was going on before it was too late. He made you open your mouth and eat the grape, the juice running from the corner of your lips, he wiped the juice with his thumb and licked it, ''Just saying.'' he said and left.

The rest of the day you couldn't eat anything or focuse on anyhting, even the servants around you had noticed but didn't dare to utter a word.

The second day he was on the palace you ran into him. You were walking to accompany Princess Irulan in her chambers, you had to bow when you saw him, ''Lord Na-Baron.'' you greeted him properly, you had no choice but your cheeks flushed with the memory of yesterday. He hummed in pleasure when he saw your cheeks, he had two bodguards wgiven him by Paul hismelf. Of course they were spying on him and reporting everyhting he did so he wanted to put on a show for him, ''Lady Y/N, how lovely to see you here.'' he began, his raspy voice wasn't something one could get used to, it sent electricity to her body, she nodded in return. ''May I accompany you to your destination?'' he offered extending his arm to you and you could not refuse a Na-Baron.

You took his arm and together headed to the section of Irulan's chambers, ''I cannot stop thinking about our conversation yesterday, I would love to talk to you more.'' he mentioned, making sure the bodyguards aka spies heard him correctly. ''I do love to entertain you with conversations Na-Baron but unfortunately I am very busy.'' you reached to Irulan's double doors, no men was allowed from here.

''I must attend to our Princes Irulan. I bid you good day.'' you said getting your arm back from him, he swiftly held your wrist and planted a kiss on the back of your palm, ''Till next time.''

You walked into Irulan's chambers dizzy.

The news of Feyd's interest in you have reached Paul's ears. He was in his study when his spies had explained the situation, was this a game or was he actually interested? Nonetheless you were his, his concubine. It was unacceptable. He specifically asked if you were also interested but his spies only said that you were respectful and didn't cross a line, he was glad to hear that your loaylty laid on him.

It was the 5th day of his arrival that he took things further, until today he kept teasing and impyling things to you but you were stubborn. Why did you insisted on belonging to someone who didn't take you? Or showed any interest at all. In these past 5 days all he had seen was that you followed Chani and Irulan like a lost cub, you hid behind the shadows but no longer. His plan was to tear you from the shadows and give you the spotlight you deserved.

As he was dwelling on these thoughts siren was heard, it was show time. He had told Paul that it was most likely for Baron to strike on the 5th day and he was right, he quickly wore his uniform which was given him by Paul himself, earlier today he was visited by him.

''I want you to lead the attack. I want Baron to see you in Atreides unfirom.'' he demaned and it was the perfect opportunity for Feyd, ''If I do so I might ask something in return.'' he replied as he was holding the dark green uniform with a golden Atreides badge on the left shoulder, ''You shall have your planet and rule it as it's Baron, as we have agreed.'' Paul pointed out the agreement, ''I know but I want something else too.''

Paul was intrigued, ''Which is?''

''Once I have won your battle for you I will reveal it. Do not fret.'' Feyd placed his hand on Paul's shoulder and gave a wicked smile. Paul didn't know what it was but if it was soemthing he could give then it was settled if he won the battle of course.

The battle took only few hours for Atreides soldiers ready and plannes have been made beforehand thanks to Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. He led the troops to victory, as he fought his brother Rabban in a combat he got injured but he managed to defeate Glossu Rabban Harkonnen, by defeat Feyd took his head and put it on a spike and placed it on the battlefield, after that Atreides chanted their voictory shout. Baron was sent to prison along with remaining Sardaukar soldiers.

Feyd marhced the marble halls of the palace to the throne room, the doors opened for him, he heard Paul clap in victory, ''As you have said, Baron attacked on the 5th day and you have defeated him. Bravo Feyd.'' he greeted him with a smile, seated on his golden throne. Feyd was glad that he had audience, advisors, politicians and highly ranked soldiers.

His eyes found you, behind Irulan and next to Chani, and yet you had chosen to stand a step behind her. You wore jet black today, why? He loved the color on you and he couldn't wait to touch you. Your eyes also found him, he was covered in blood and you noticed that he got stabbed. Why was he here instead of getting treatment? He was a crazy man you were sure now.

Others had followed clapping, chanting in his name.

After the loud sounds died down Paul spoke, ''As I have promised, you shall have Giedi Prime and run it as its new Baron. I am sure our alliance will continue from generation to generation.'' he announced.

Feyd bowed on one knee, ''Emperor!'' he raised his head from his place, ''I have another wish too. A small and pretty one.''

''Oh, yes you have mentioned something earlier, pray tell.''

''I do not wish to run my planet alone. I want a woman by my side.'' he began which attract the entire ton's attentin.

''I want Lady Y/N by my side, as my wife.''

And everyone held their breaths, everyone in this room knew that you were an untouched concubine, his least favorite companion. However you were still Paul's. You were in shock, was he serious or joking? Harkonnens do tend to have a strange sense of humor. Chani held your hand and squezzed in reassuringly.

Paul Muad'dib's face was stoic, not giving any clue on how he felt or what was he about to say. His most rusted soldier and advisor was by his side, Duncon Idaho looked more stern than his Emperor.

''She is my concubine, as you know.'' Paul's voice was flati matter of factly.

There wasn't a single sound in the entire throne room, Feyd got to his feet, he could feel his open wound, throbbing softly but he didn't mind.

''Haven't I been generous?'' Paul said questioningly, ''You have your own planet to yourself now and no doubt high ladies in Giedi Prime would love to be your wife.'' Paul didn't understand Feyd's reasons behind this request.

''You are right, however I do not wish to have any of them. I only want Lady Y/N. In my time I have come to a realization that,'' he turn to the audience to gain their favor, ''she is the only one who could be my equal and represent my name with respect. Her loyalty is unmatched and If you let me,'' he turned back to Paul. ''I am going to take care of her and make sure she is comfortable till the day she closes her eyes to this galaxy.''

Your heart was beating at it's full capacity, was he telling the truth or was this just a game? It was true that these past days he was courting you and trying to get your attention but now it was serious.

The ton started to ramble, he heard whispers saying that

''He betrayed his uncle for god's sake''

''New Baron looks devoted''

''He won the battle in few hours''

Paul raised his hand to silence the crowd, ''Due to Feyd-Rautha's outstanding victory in the battle and his sacrifice of his family, I would love to give Lady Y/N to him, however..''

he looked around, testing the waters, ''It is for her to decide. It isn't my place.''

Paul was hopeing maybe you would stay, now that someone was interested in you he thought how beautiful you were... it was too late though.

Chani urged you to walk, you walked down the stairs of the throne and you bowed once you were below Paul. ''My Emperor, thank you so much for your protection over the years,'' she began, her body was calm but her mind was screaming at her ''What are you doing?''

''I believe I have served you enough. I would like to be on Baron Feyd-Rautha's side.'' once the words slipped her mouth there was no going back. She couldn't believe herself.

''Then it is settled. Congradulations.'' Paul announced with a sullen look but only Duncon could tell.

You turned and walk to Feyd quickly with the worry in your eyes, ''Let's take care of your wound my Baron.''

He liked it. ''My Baron.''

Back at his chambers you were stitching his sound on the side of his stomach in silence, the events of what happened still ringing in your ear. ''Why?'' he asked calmly, watching your sitting form, your hands quick and with his question you hurt him unintentionally of course. ''Sorry,'' you looked up, ''Why did you accept me?'' he asked directly.

You were silent for a few seconds, after you were finished with his wound you rubbed an oil to heal it quicker, his back was leaned on the couch, legs spread, you got up from the couch, placed your healing stuff back to the kit and turned to him, ''Because of you.''

He looked puzzled so you explained, ''You look like you would kill an entire nation if someone touched a strand of my hair. Paul could never give me that.''

It was true and it made Feyd smile to see that you understood how possessive and protective he was towards you.

He got up from the couch, walked to you and his hand went to your hair, he had never seen scuh beautiful color and length, he had wanted to touch your hair for so long and now he felt how soft the strands were, ''You and I, against the galaxy.'' he whispered as he leaned for a kiss.

Thank you for reading. :)