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there’s a lot to say and process, but these are the two points i want to make now:

we need to start taking censorship seriously. there is no more room to discuss what kind of content should be restricted or removed. if you give a white republican man an inch, he will take a mile. we need to be fierce and unwavering advocates for freedom of expression. they will ban books, they will ban porn, they will decimate our ability to depict sex, queerness, and pleasure in media. it really is that fucking serious. no more jokes about gooners or hard drive checks. it’s not a joke anymore, it’s their whole platform. they will not stop at art that you personally find gross or distasteful— they will destroy our ability to create.

we need to protect each other. our communities both online and in person are more important than ever. we cannot eat each other alive. there has always been a bigger enemy, and now that enemy is in power. our trans and immigrant friends are the first in the firing line. we need to uplift, encourage, champion, and protect the people around us. nothing else is more important.

protect art. protect each other. that’s the work, and it starts now.

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one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.

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reblog this if you’re jewish or your blog is a safe space for jewish people

in light of recent events as well as a new rise in creating nazi ocs I think this post is an important one to have on your blog if you stand behind your jewish followers or are jewish yourself.

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fucking joseph quinn and his pretty fucking doe eyes and his cute little fucking smile and precious little laugh and fucking cute accent like what the fuck

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Hey this is just a little blurb that I did. Just from a random prompt so hey hope you like it!

Dandy Mott x Reader. “Can you picture it? You and I together?”

Warnings: talk about stalking and murder. Technically this is Stockholm syndrome just so you know

Word count: 503

Enjoy 💕

Y/N sat up confused. She was laid down on a chaise lounge and looked down at her body. She was dwarfed in a mint green dress, it had accents of turquoise lacing on the edges and on the bodice. Just at that moment, a man walked in. He was dressed in a blue, white, and red striped blazer with a white shirt and cream pants.

“Hello, I’m Dandy Mott! You’re finally awake. I’ve been waiting for you for days, but I took the liberty of changing and bathing you.” Y/N looked at him and slowly nodded, still not entirely sure where she was. But she knows she's seen this man before.

“Mother said I couldn't have you, but mother is gone now and I can have whatever I want, especially with my inheritance.” He sat down next to Y/N, pushing some hair out of her face, “I’ve always loved your act in the freak show, you bend and move so weirdly. It’s so,” he pauses, “Refreshing. Don't you think so?”

He stands up and places his hand out to take darlas, and she does it. “Mother said I could never marry a freak, said it would disgrace our already messed up family. She doesn’t know anything about love.” He said through gritted teeth, hand slightly tightening around darlas. She flinched, “Dandy.” She says and he loosens his grip with a soft sorry.

“Can you picture it, Y/N? You and I together? Married and living happily.” He says while looking deep into his eyes. Something about him absolutely astonishes her, like a breath of air after being underwater too long. And she nods, because he seems to want her, freak and all.

“Yes Y/N. We could be happy together.” He smiles hard and wraps his arms around Y/N’s waist. He leans in slowly to kiss her, giving her time to push him away, since that's what Bette and Dot did. But Y/N wasn’t like them, she smiled and grabbed Dandy’s face pulling him into a smiling kiss. “Dandy, no one has shown me more affection in the last 20 years than you have in the last 10 minuets. I would be absolutely ecstatic to be Mrs. Dandy Mott.”

He kisses her again, so in love with this woman that he admittedly stalked for two months. But she doesn’t need to know that.

A month later they were Mr. and Mrs. Mott with a baby on the way. He told her about how he has killed before and who it was, which didn’t really bother her because she has killed plenty of abusive parents of her girls at the freak show. They will honestly not be missed.

Dandy does love Y/N. She’s the first woman who hasn’t shunned him. She accepts him and his cure for his boredom and he loves her for it. He also shows her every day how much he loves her. (take that as you want). They end up with just the one kid whom they spoil to their heart’s content.

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Easy. I never started.

This is based of of @auroracalisto https://auroracalisto.tumblr.com/post/651072213424996352/imagine-michael-admitting-something-to-you   

Warnings: angst, i think? 

word count: 341 (she a short one)

    Loki both was and wasn’t a hard person to love. Most days, especially at the beginning, he made me very happy. Except days like this. When we fight. 

    “What’s so bad about going with me to Tony’s party? If the first one since we finally got together.” I pleaded. Recently Loki had been hesitant to go anywhere I asked him. 

    “I hate crowds. They’re annoying.” He said not looking up from the book he was reading. Loki and I haven’t been as happy as we used to be. It’s been like this for about a month, just constant fighting and never actually solving anything. He never goes anywhere with me and it's getting worrying. 

    “Please, Loki? I promise it won’t be that bad.” He didn’t do anything, only looked away from me to continue his book. I huffed sadly and went to annoy Thor with my constant questions like I always do. 

“Hey, Thor. Why does Loki hate parties so much?” I asked while ploping onto Thor’s bed. It was quite comfortable, way more comfortable than mine. But when I looked at Thor, he was staring at me confused. 

    “What makes you think that?” Thor sat on the bed next to me. “He told me himself. What do you mean?” 

    Thor looked down at me sadly, “Lady Y/N, Loki has always loved parties, especially ones in his honor. He would parade around in his battle gear and a cup full of mead. The happiest I’ve ever seen him was at parties.”

    Why wouldn’t Loki wanna go with me then? That doesn’t even make sense. Wait, Thor has seen Loki with me. Was being with me not making him the happiest? All of a sudden I just needed one question answered. 

     I walked back into Loki’s room, staring at him. “How did you do it?” I asked him, trying my damned hardest not to cry. 

    “Do what, Y/n?” He asked, still not looking up from his book. 

                   “Stop loving me?” 

                                 “Easy,” he stared deep into my eyes, “I never started.”

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my friend got a really good mic for singing but is currently reading Bucky barnes x reader fanfiction on zoom

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Idk why but for some reason I forgot other languages have fanfiction too after seeing a 17 part (probably more) Alfie Solomons x reader completely in Russian

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In Another Life

Bucky Barnes X reader 

Warning: angst, break up

A/N: most of this actually happened to me and this is my outlet so please don’t be rude

word count: 955

    Our first date was on December 12th. He came to pick me up and he met my dog, Gunner, and Gunner didn’t like him at all. I should have picked up on that. The date was at a Barnes and nobles type place. They had coffee and games with books galore on one side and on the other was a bar. We played monopoly, Sorry, and chess and was actually surprisingly good, which shocked me. At some point I accidentally spilt hot chocolate on me yet he looked at me with such adoring eyes that I didn’t feel embarrassed. Bucky with one look could calm even the most outrageous of storms. Something about his eyes pulled you in, made you feel safe, protected. 

    He got me a small koala plushie for christmas. I told him not to get anything but he always wanted to make people feel special, even if he felt like nothing but a pebble in someone’s shoes. I didn’t get him anything and I felt horrible, he was so kind and dating me? Someone who couldn’t even get him anything? On our second date, we went to watch a movie. I brought a blanket so we could cuddle under it. Being the gentleman he is, he didn’t even notice what the blanket was about, which I found funny when we talked about it later. He felt bad that he didn’t realise but I said it was fine and smiled at him. I remember thinking, ‘I could get used to this feeling’. For once I wasn’t being taken advantage of. For once I felt comfortable with a significant other. 

    On our third date, we went to a park to skate. We both had long boards and decided to just chill. We even went walking in the park, I showed him my favorite tree to sit under and read. He grabbed my hand and for some reason I pulled away after. I made an excuse that my hands were sweaty. In reality, I was scared, that was the first time in a while that someone held my hand. I was floored at the fact that Bucky goddamn Barnes wanted to hold my hand. He let me meet his friends, and I couldn’t have been happier. I felt like I was finally a part of something. His friends made me feel like family, Steve even told me how much Bucky had been smiling lately and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face when I looked at Bucky when he was talking to Nat. 

    Then one day I got that text. It read, “Hey, can we talk.” I hoped it wasn’t what it was. I typed back, “Yeah sure, why?” I never a text back. At the end of my work day, I got a taxi over to the tower and told him I was here. He came down, looking as handsome as ever, though his eyes held sympathy. It was in fact what it was. 

                      “We need to break up. There’s just a lot going on and I need to focus on that. I can’t give you the attention you need.” 

    My smile faltered. I just know he caught it but I just nodded, “I get it.” Lie. I didn’t get it. At all. Why? What’s wrong? So many questions passed through my head. After the talk I got a taxi back to my place. The moment I stepped through the threshold, I crumbled to the ground in  a ball of tears. Gunner walked up to me, timid. He licked my face and I gave him a teary smile and held his face in my hands. 

    A couple weeks later I bumped into Steve. “How are you and Buck? You steal him a lot, we barely see him anymore.” I looked at him confused. “Steve, Bucky broke up with me like two weeks ago so I have no idea what you’re talking about. Steve stopped what he was doing and looked at me, “What? He didn’t even tell me.” Steve ended up saying sorry and giving me a hug, insisting that he really didn’t know but I had brushed it off, still too hurt about it. 

     Flashforward two months, I found out that I didn’t “act like a girlfriend” to him. Apparently, going on dates and meeting the parents weren’t enough. Crying in the shower became the norm, my health dwindling. Somehow I still didn’t blame him. He had his version of a girlfriend and if I didn’t fit that, so be it. But he fit my version of a boyfriend. I guess that’s what hurts the most. He was perfect to me, kind and smart. It didn’t help that he was my type. Tall, dark hair, scruff and just overall sweet. But I wasn’t enough for him. He was the first time I had put myself out there in years and it went great for the little time that it was alive. But what I was left with was self doubt and serious self esteem issues. 

    That's what happens when you find someone that has the power to be the love of your life, if or when they leave you have to try and pick up the pieces. Now I didn’t love him, but I know that I could have. I got used to being his so quickly that it shocked me. I forgot what being single was like because I saw a future with him, I didn’t know if we could have lasted forever but it all ended way quicker than I thought it would. But I still have to pick up the pieces, even a year later I’m still picking up some. I’ll be done soon, I’m almost healed. I think.

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Worlds Collide

Soulmate au 

Balem Abrasax x Reader

Warning(s): Cuss words, implied smut at the very end 

A/N: i tried to make it as gender neutral as possible and if there are any mess ups im sorry because i definitely wrote this under two hours and without my glasses because i was excited that i finally had the urge to write

word count:  1038

    Soulmates aren't a foreign concept to me. I know I have one because I have their age that we would meet on my wrist. However I assumed that I would never meet them seeing as the age on my wrist was 14,005. So I'm either soulmates with someone who’s been long dead or a god and i'm not sure which one I hate more. I accepted long ago that I’m never going to meet my soulmate so I chose to forget about him or her. I had both of my arms heavily covered in tattoos. Secretly I still know the age though,

    I sighed as I walked home from my job, something felt off but I silently hoped it was nothing. Every once in a while I would look over my shoulder. Nothing. Again. I still sped up taking different routes hoping that whoever was following me would get lost. 

     “Is that them?” I heard a whisper. I turned around, seeing weird flesh colored things staring as me. Before I could scream they raised something that I could only describe as a blaster and shot it at me. 

    Waking up in a cold sweat in a room you don’t know does something to people’s brains. So when it happened to me I was kind of taken aback. I looked around and everything was either black or gold. The bed you were tucked into was in a slight oval shape. The sheets were black while the duvet was black with what looked like gold branches. I sat up, confused about what was happening. 

    “Oh. It seems you’re awake.” I looked around trying to find where the voice came from but couldn’t figure it out. “I am what you would call an A.I. on your planet.” The voice said. 

    My planet? Where the fuck am I? I suddenly started floating and was pulled from the bed to stand up.I noticed that they changed me into a floor length black dress/ or black suit. “I’ll let Lord Baleem know that you’re awake.” Lord? 

    “Who the fuck names their kid Balem?” I wondered out loud. 

    “And who names their kid Y/N.” The voice was like velvet. It sent chills down my spine. I turned quickly to see if this was also an A.I. but saw a man clothed in an all black suit that surprisingly looked freaking amazing on him. He kept walking closer to me until I was backed up against a wall. “Personal space is a thing you know.” I said, not really thinking about what was going to happen as I was lost in his eyes. Something about him just captivated me, he was just so pretty even though he looks like he wants to kill everyone in his sight. 

    “You. I’ve been looking for you.” He looked down at my arms and I subconsciously hid the one with my soulmark behind me. “So you are ashamed.” Even though it was a question, coming from his lips it sounded more like a statement. Something about it though, pissed me off. I could never be ashamed of my soulmate. 

    “Who are you to tell me that I am ashamed of my soulmate? You don’t know anything about me.” I said, puffing my chest which wasn’t the best idea. He grabbed me by the neck, pushing me further into the wall. “I know the age of your soulmark. But I want to know why you covered it.” He whispered harshly in my ear. My nerves when haywire. Where his hand landed on my skin left the skin there tingly. I’m so fucking confused. 

    “We’re going to loop back as to how you know but having the age that's well over 1,000 years old, I just assumed I would never meet them. How did you know?” He just stared at me. Balem slowly let go of my neck and showed me his wrist, which is my age but like, so many people are that age so I don’t know what he’s trying to say. 

    “Yours has 14,005. I want you to guess my age, darling.” Oh. Oh! He's my soulmate. Holy shit I have a soulmate! Still though, it’s kind of fun to mess with him. “Like 28?” I asked and he just rolled his eyes at me and looked at me with bored eyes. 

    “Look around you. You are not on Earth. You are on Jupiter. So again, why would I take you from your planet if you provide nothing for me?” I smiled at him and shrugged. He sighed and pulled me into him, shoving his face into my neck. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I’m never letting you go.”

    “Can I still have my phone to talk to my friends?” I asked while looping my arms around him and he nodded, probably to shut me up. Suddenly the door vooshed open and a tiny little mouse looking man rushed in, spouting something about a harvest? Balem didn’t move from my neck and I just looked at both of them and shrugged. 

    “My lord I really need to-” “Get out.” Balem mumbled into my neck. “ What did you say my lord?” the rat man asked. 

    Balem slowly peeled himself from me, standing to his full height. He’s so pretty. He covered my ears with his hands and I just looked at him but I understood as soon as I heard a muffled “Get out!”. 

     We ended up just taking a bath together, his head on my chest while I ran my fingers through his hair. “Alien man? Are you like a king or something?” He moved his head to look at me in the eyes with a lazy smile. “I have a large amount of wealth and own several planets so I guess you could say that.” I nodded looking at him, “Eat the rich.” 

   Balem just stared at me, “You know that because you’re my soulmate, you are also rich now?” I kissed his lips, both of us smiling into it, “I know spaceman, so are you going to eat the rich or not?” He smirked at me and pulled us both out of the water, “Of course I am, soulmate.”

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Yo I know like no one will probably read this but can you link your favorite Loki x reader? I’m sick in bed(probably with COVID my test isn’t back yet) but I need my mans Loki

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Ugh I love your blog it's soooooo amazing 🤍🤍

Oh my god I love you 🥺❤️ thank you so much ☺️

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Because of the Fifth Amendment, no one in the U.S. may legally be forced to testify against himself, and because of the Fourth Amendment, no one’s records or belongings may legally be searched or seized without just cause. However, American police are trained to use methods of deception, intimidation and manipulation to circumvent these restrictions. In other words, cops routinely break the law—in letter and in spirit—in the name of enforcing the law. Several examples of this are widely known, if not widely understood.

1) “Do you know why I stopped you?” Cops ask this, not because they want to have a friendly chat, but because they want you to incriminate yourself. They are hoping you will “voluntarily” confess to having broken the law, whether it was something they had already noticed or not. You may think you are apologizing, or explaining, or even making excuses, but from the cop’s perspective, you are confessing. He is not there to serve you; he is there fishing for an excuse to fine or arrest you. In asking you the familiar question, he is essentially asking you what crime you just committed. And he will do this without giving you any “Miranda” warning, in an effort to trick you into testifying against yourself.

2) “Do you have something to hide?” Police often talk as if you need a good reason for not answering whatever questions they ask, or for not consenting to a warrantless search of your person, your car, or even your home. The ridiculous implication is that if you haven’t committed a crime, you should be happy to be subjected to random interrogations and searches. This turns the concept of due process on its head, as the cop tries to put the burden on you to prove your innocence, while implying that your failure to “cooperate” with random harassment must be evidence of guilt.

3) “Cooperating will make things easier on you.” The logical converse of this statement implies that refusing to answer questions and refusing to consent to a search will make things more difficult for you. In other words, you will be punished if you exercise your rights. Of course, if they coerce you into giving them a reason to fine or arrest you, they will claim that you “voluntarily” answered questions and “consented” to a search, and will pretend there was no veiled threat of what they might do to you if you did not willingly “cooperate.” (Such tactics are also used by prosecutors and judges via the procedure of “plea-bargaining,” whereby someone accused of a crime is essentially told that if he confesses guilt—thus relieving the government of having to present evidence or prove anything—then his suffering will be reduced. In fact, “plea bargaining” is illegal in many countries precisely because it basically constitutes coerced confessions.)

4) “We’ll just get a warrant.” Cops may try to persuade you to “consent” to a search by claiming that they could easily just go get a warrant if you don’t consent. This is just another ploy to intimidate people into surrendering their rights, with the implication again being that whoever inconveniences the police by requiring them to go through the process of getting a warrant will receive worse treatment than one who “cooperates.” But by definition, one who is threatened or intimidated into “consenting” has not truly consented to anything.

5.) We have someone who will testify against you Police “informants” are often individuals whose own legal troubles have put them in a position where they can be used by the police to circumvent and undermine the constitutional rights of others. For example, once the police have something to hold over one individual, they can then bully that individual into giving false, anonymous testimony which can be used to obtain search warrants to use against others. Even if the informant gets caught lying, the police can say they didn’t know, making this tactic cowardly and illegal, but also very effective at getting around constitutional restrictions.

6) “We can hold you for 72 hours without charging you.” Based only on claimed suspicion, even without enough evidence or other probable cause to charge you with a crime, the police can kidnap you—or threaten to kidnap you—and use that to persuade you to confess to some relatively minor offense. Using this tactic, which borders on being torture, police can obtain confessions they know to be false, from people whose only concern, then and there, is to be released.

7) “I’m going to search you for my own safety.” Using so-called “Terry frisks” (named after the Supreme Court case of Terry v. Ohio, 392 U.S. 1), police can carry out certain limited searches, without any warrant or probable cause to believe that a crime has been committed, under the guise of checking for weapons. By simply asserting that someone might have a weapon, police can disregard and circumvent the Fourth Amendment prohibition on unreasonable searches.

U.S. courts have gone back and forth in deciding how often, and in what circumstances, tactics like those mentioned above are acceptable. And of course, police continually go far beyond anything the courts have declared to be “legal” anyway. But aside from nitpicking legal technicalities, both coerced confessions and unreasonable searches are still unconstitutional, and therefore “illegal,” regardless of the rationale or excuses used to try to justify them. Yet, all too often, cops show that to them, the Fourth and Fifth Amendments—and any other restrictions on their power—are simply technical inconveniences for them to try to get around. In other words, they will break the law whenever they can get away with it if it serves their own agenda and power, and they will ironically insist that they need to do that in order to catch “law-breakers” (the kind who don’t wear badges).

Of course, if the above tactics fail, police can simply bully people into confessing—falsely or truthfully—and/or carry out unconstitutional searches, knowing that the likelihood of cops having to face any punishment for doing so is extremely low. Usually all that happens, even when a search was unquestionably and obviously illegal, or when a confession was clearly coerced, is that any evidence obtained from the illegal search or forced confession is excluded from being allowed at trial. Of course, if there is no trial—either because the person plea-bargains or because there was no evidence and no crime—the “exclusionary rule” creates no deterrent at all. The police can, and do, routinely break the law and violate individual rights, knowing that there will be no adverse repercussions for them having done so.

Likewise, the police can lie under oath, plant evidence, falsely charge people with “resisting arrest” or “assaulting an officer,” and commit other blatantly illegal acts, knowing full well that their fellow gang members—officers, prosecutors and judges—will almost never hold them accountable for their crimes. Even much of the general public still presumes innocence when it comes to cops accused of wrong-doing, while presuming guilt when the cops accuse someone else of wrong-doing. But this is gradually changing, as the amount of video evidence showing the true nature of the “Street Gang in Blue” becomes too much even for many police-apologists to ignore.

http://www.alternet.org/civil-liberties/7-ways-police-will-break-law-threaten-or-lie-you-get-what-they-want

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Side note if you have light mode on for anything...you’re a monster

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Social media aus give me so much serotonin idk how to explain it. I JUST WANNA LOVE BUCKY OKAY????

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Show Me?

Y/N had been dating Hannibal for almost a year now. He knew it couldn't go on for much longer, otherwise she'd find out about what he is and then he'd have to kill her or brainwash her, whichever came first. However, she already knew about his food endeavors. She wasn't angry or disgusted. She was impressed by how someone can kill so elegantly and right under Jack's nose.

"Y/N," he called from the bathroom while she was laying on his gigantic bed. Y/N hummed in response, nose deep in a book. "We need to have a talk, dear. Perhaps over dinner tonight? Go home and get ready." Y/N happily nodded and got up from her position and set the book down on the nightstand. Silently walking over to him while he was still in his towel, she kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the house with keys in hand.

When Y/N got home she took a shower. After her shower she moved to her closet to try and find the perfect dress, which was a black knee length dress the hugged her plump curves in a way that didn't make her self conscious. Y/N didn't know what Hannibal wanted to talk about but she was excited. Everything about him made her feel excitement. He's always so elegant and effortlessly beautiful, sometimes she’d wonder why he even wants her but she doesn’t have the guts to ask him. Her friend, Will, called her in the middle of getting ready. "Hey, Y/N. What are you doing?" He asked in a voice that he only really used with Y/N since she reminded him of what having a sister would be like.  "Getting ready for dinner with Hannibal. Why?" Y/N heard him hum, "Just wanted to see if you wanted to come see my new dog."

She chuckled. "How many dogs it that now? It's got to be illegal." Both of them shared a laugh and a few more words before he excused himself so she could get ready.

When Y/N arrived at Hannibal's house something felt off to her, but she pushed the feeling back not wanting to ruin the night. Y/N walked in, having a key to the place but the house being unlocked whenever she’d need in anyway. Y/N made your way to the dining room and sat down in her favorite chair. Yes, she had a favorite chair. One, it was the most comfortable chair she’s ever sat on. Two, it was the one she was sitting in when Hannibal asked her to date him.

She heard him walk out of the kitchen, "Oh, hello Y/N. I didn't hear you come in." He said as he set down the food for the two of them tonight then sat down. He made Y/N her favorite dish and the feeling that something was wrong crawled up her throat. Y/N couldn't hold back, "Hannibal. Are you breaking up with me?" She asks in the most calm voice she could muster. He went rigid in his chair for a second and then relaxed again, he looked at Y/N. 

 “I am. You have always been very perceptive, dear. How did you find out?” He asked. She scoffed, really?, Y/N thought. “Hannibal,” she sighed, “You never make me wait when you want to talk to me. You also don't randomly cook my favorite food.” Suddenly, she realized something. “What is this?” She asked as she pointed to his plate. He sighed, “Veal. You know this.” A small smile made its way to her face but he didn't notice. 

“Sorry, let me rephrase my question. Who is this, Hannibal?” Hannibal's face was one you could call shock, if he actually showed his emotions more, “You know.” He whispered, slowly grabbing a knife. To him, this was it, he had to kill Y/N. 

“Yes, I know. People who annoy you or they get too much into your personal life end up dead with missing organs. Plus you keep everyone's business card for your so called records, babe. It's not that hard.” Y/N leaned back in her chair slightly, “You're lucky that I don't care about that. I care about you, and as much as I don't like you feeding people to other people, I don't like the thought of you in prison or dead, way more than that.” She couldn't tell what Hannibal was feeling, as he didn't show it. He looked into her eyes, “How long...have you known? Why did you stay?” 

Y/N shrugged. “To your first question, I don't remember when I found out, it was just suddenly I knew. To your second question, I care about you. Also, I like what we have. I don't care if you kill, I just want you safe and sound.” He nodded when she was finished.

“The guy who flirted with you when you walked into one of my appointments to drop off my jacket. That's who this is.” Hannibal said, not looking very sorry for what he did. More proud than sorry. She smiled to herself then looked up at Hannibal. “I’m not sure if this is the time or place. However, I’ve never felt love before, but I love the feeling I get when I’m with you.” Y/N moved to eat the dish Hannibal made her, not needing an answer from him to know that he at least cared for her. “Don’t eat that, Y/N.” She paused and looked down at her fork with her mouth hanging open. Looking up at Hannibal, she realised he looked a bit sheepish. 

“I may have gone overboard with the thought of you knowing about my eating habits. You would end up leaving me or telling the police were the only conclusions I could draw.” He said while taking her plate and fork from her, “Follow me to the kitchen, my sweet. Let's make you something else.” Y/N followed him as they both walked to the magnificent kitchen. 

         Y/N watched him as he cooked her a new dish without meat since everything else was human. She was tempted to sit on the counter but Y/N didn't want to bother Hannibal. However, this man Y/N called hers, could basically read her mind. 

       “Y/N do you want to sit on the counter?” he asked while wiping off his hands on his apron. She shyly nodded. Hannibal slowly walked over to you and stood impossibly close to. Grabbing your hands and putting them on his shoulders, he picked you up by your thighs and carefully set you down on the counter. You held your breath and your noses were touching. “Y/N, I can’t promise you a happy ending, seeing as I’m a soon to be wanted man. However, I will try to make right now as pleasant as possible.”

“All I want is right now.”

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Look, I don’t know if I’m going to have a career after this but fuck that! - John Boyega