#hugh dancy character x reader

[taurder]

Dom male reader x will graham with breeding and exhibitionism kink. 😻😻

Also can i be "🐗" anon??

top!dom!reader x bottom!will graham (hannibal nbc)

contains: breeding kink, exhibitionism kink, lots of swearing, anal (character receiving), implied fbi teacher reader and will.

note: my first request ever, thank you! and i hope i write something you'll enjoy. feel free to ask for more, cause now you're my first anon and I'm a fan of the emoji you picked.

he had been asked to help in another outgoing case, you could tell by the amout of his classes that you had to fill in for. another good indicator of this was his mood. he'll become snappier if approached, grumpy when a conversation with another colleague would become too casual for his liking. but mostly he'd get horny. down bad looking for you in between breaks and shoving you in any room available to climb you like a tree and get you inside him horny.

maybe it was his way of letting go of all this feelings and thoughts inside his head when he was at a murder scene. when your dick was deep inside of him you could tell his mind was empty, his presence entirely here, enjoying every physical pleasure that you could provide him with.

"could you maybe get in any time today?" always desperate, like he was in a rush. you ignored his mean tone, enjoying instead of the view that came from undoing every button of his shirt. his jeans were already out of the way on the floor, poor needy thing had pushed you into one small classroom designed for fewer agents, already biting and provoking, demanding for your touch as you closed the door.

the lock didn't worked on this one, and you voiced this concern knowing well how much he liked the idea of being caught. it was obvious from other encounters and his choice of places that a part of him was thrilled every time you mentioned the sound of someone coming near the door, of another class in the next auditorium and today was no different. even as you touched and gripped at his now exposed torso his eyes wandered to the door, pupils blown and you could picture the view you two made.

clothing in the floor, teacher and special agent will graham up in the desk with you between his legs. you jerked his cock a couple times, making him whimper and frown. "just fuck me already" another demand that you intended to ignore as well but then he reached with a hand to his ass, moaning with eyes closed as he pulled a small butt plug from his hole. the sound was wet and lewd and you unconsciously pressed your thumb there, confirming what the sound made you think. "i– i already prepared everything. shit, i'm so wet you could probably shove it just like that. c'mon"

he had filled himself with as much lube as he could, putting the plug to keep himself from dripping in the corridors, at the places he probably visited to investigate the newest serial killer pattern. all while being stuffed and ready to be fucked. you guess even if he's a demanding piece of shit you have to give credit to his pretty face and initiative, and so you push your whole thumb without a warning first.

"FUCK. no, no, want you– mghh.. your cock" he really craved it, he was almost at the point you loved the most, when he starts sounding really needy. you fuck him with your finger a little more, adoring his squirming frame and already sweaty face. "your cock, your cock" he won't say please, he has already told you this before, so the whiney almost crying like tone you get from him is close enough and you pull your thumb out, watching him already hooking his feet at your back while you guide your dick right in.

And just like he said it's really not much resistance, but enough so to make him wail and moan, louder than he should given the place you're both in, but he's too far gone. as he adjusts to the fullness he goes down to properly lay in the desk, one hand taking his own member, the other grabbing an edge to keep his body from jumping away from you when you start thrusting. "fucking finally. yeah, yeah, like that, yesyes mgghh" a sudden rush of air from the top small windows is enough to make the door move slightly, sounding as if someone was gently pushing it.

will's body jerks at this, and you can clearly see how he squeezes his dick to keep himself from coming, but the movement makes his walls hug tigh your into your length, inviting you to improve your rhythm. you hold his hips, hearing the desk legs squeak against the floor from the movement that proceeds. you thrust into graham hard and fast, seeing his sweat accumulate in his forehead and even the skin in his torso glistening. his mouth is open, murmuring swears as his eyes cross out up his empty head.

this is why he needs you, to reach this state. and as your climax feels near you're reminded of the second thing he needs you for. you hit his prostate, and it's the signal he takes as to guess you're near. "inssss-ide" he whispers, slurring, as he always does at this point. he repeats the word, fearing you could ever forget what he needs to properly cum with you. even as his mind is gone his words come back suddenly, needy. "say it, 'mm-close, so close. keep it in, inside"

you're near too, and as you abuse his prostate with erratic thrusts the words he wants to hear pour out. "you want my cum inside, yes? want to get knocked out, don't you?" he keens, brows together and his right hand working again in his dick. "you think i'm reaching your womb now? i'll fill it up so much you'll be carrying more than one baby" more moans, his body tensing up and toes curling. "here it goes" is your only warning before you give a last deep shove, and even if you're enjoying to finally let go you can tell he's more thrilled.

his body seizes and he throws his head up as your hot seed fills up his insides. even if your thrusting has stopped he's tightening his ass, his dick left forgotten in his abdomen as white ropes paint his sweaty skin. "that's it, milk my cock. don't let any drop go to waste". he shudders, clearly not expecting to hear your voice again but he complies, riding his climax while getting filled. when it's too much for either of you, you pull out slowly, using your fingers to stop your seed from escaping his used hole. he hands you the butt plug and once again he's stuffed.

he doesn't say thank you, he has told you that in the past too, but he does bite into your shoulder when you help him sit down in the desk, his breathing still agitated. you don't see eye to eye as you both fix your clothing or clean the space, but there's a mutual understanding that this will keep happening, and you can't wait for the next session.

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Dead Poets Society

Horror

Raúl Esparza

The Simpsons

Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!) Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in! And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.

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Last updated: October 29, 2023

Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below. I WRITE FOR:

ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman  

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher  

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU) 

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

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My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!

- Jesse

[bi-bard]

The Look - Jack Barber Imagine [Downton Abbey: A New Era]

Title: The Look

Pairing: Jack Barber X Reader

Word Count: 1,161 words

Warning(s): jealousy, insecurities

Summary: Jack invites (Y/n) out to visit the set of his new film. (Y/n) was more than excited to see a film set outside of a studio. However, some of said excitement is squashed once they catch sight of Jack's interactions with Lady Mary Talbot.

Author's Note: First of all, Mary's a better woman than me. Second of all, don't say I don't do anything for you people (I am still looking at that post about all those Hugh Dancy characters, by the way).

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When Jack first invited me to visit the set of his new film, I was hesitant.

I had no desire to be seen as some kind of distraction from the project.

But his insistence seemed to calm some of my anxieties. I finally agreed. We arranged for me to visit for a short portion of the time. A matter of days, truly.

It did bring me some comfort to know that I would not have to go as long as I expected without seeing him.

Downton was even grander than I had been expecting. I remember just staring up at the building with nothing, but shock written on my face.

"(Y/n)!"

I pulled my eyes away from the building when I heard my name being called.

"Jack," I said happily, jogging over to him.

He pulled me into a tight hug immediately. "Oh, I am so happy that you made it."

"So am I," I leaned back to look at Downton again. "This place doesn't quite feel real."

"I am barely starting to accept it myself," he chuckled. "Come on, I'll show you where we're filming."

Jack's hand was placed on my back as he guided me into the grand building.

I met so many people that it felt like names were falling out of some kind of cup in my head. I didn't know that my mind could feel like it was completely overflowing.

It was a gorgeous place.

The people were kind.

The film crew itself felt like they were surrounded by this pristine bubble. If you got too close, then you would pop that bubble and ruin the illusion. People on display like museum exhibits.

No one quite caught my attention like Lady Mary.

She was kind and clever. I didn't know much about her beyond that. We had only interacted a few times between scenes being filmed.

Those moments in between were enough for my mind to play tricks on itself.

I would watch Jack and Mary talk between scenes. She seemed to always be the first to help when things went wrong. She carried herself with this strange mix of humbleness, yet some self-awareness of her status and power in the current situation.

Jack just had this... look. I couldn't describe it beyond that. It was just a look. But it was enough for me to be uneasy.

Watching them interact made my stomach churn. I felt my palms sweating and my face warming up out of some kind of anger or embarrassment. I wasn't sure which one.

I tried to ignore it.

Jack and I had been together long enough for me to completely trust him. If he was trying to keep something from me or if he were truly questioning his feelings for me, then I would have liked to believe that he wouldn't insist that I come to visit.

I thought I had done well. I thought that I managed to hide my thoughts and feelings behind a wall of kind grins and short answers.

I truly had no indication that I had been the cause of any worry until Jack asked if he could speak with me.

"Of course," I answered. "What do you-"

"Not here," he said quietly. "In private."

I hesitated for a moment before nodding and following him into some room away from the others.

"What is it," I asked when the door closed behind us.

"Is something wrong?" he replied.

I shook my head. "No, of course not."

I wanted to believe that I had done a better job hiding my thoughts. I never thought that I was one to allow my feelings to be easily recognized. Granted, Jack always seemed to see through whatever disguise that I attempted to use.

"(Y/n)," he said quietly. He stepped forward before reaching out and taking my hand. "I'm sorry, but we have been together long enough for me to know when something is upsetting you."

I took a deep breath, but I couldn't bring myself to admit to what I had been thinking. It all felt so ridiculous when I thought about speaking about it.

"Darling...," Jack's voice dropped to a whisper as he stepped even closer. "Please..."

"You and Lady Mary seem... very close," I admitted. My face warmed up as embarrassment started to take over. "I feel like I'm watching you look at her the same way that people told me you looked at me."

I looked away, only feeling more embarrassed by the way Jack was looking at me.

"(Y/n)," he spoke up after a moment. "Please, look at me."

I took a deep breath before looking at him.

"I had no idea that you were uncomfortable with what I had done," he explained. "That may very well be my own fault. But I can promise that there is nothing between Lady Mary and me."

I felt the beginning of a soft smile forming at the corner of my lips. I would always trust him. Perhaps that could have been dangerous, but I would never have the heart to care about such a thing.

"You are the only one that I have ever had eyes for," he continued. "That 'way' people have said I look at you has never changed and has never been pointed at another being. It never will. I love you."

My smile formed fully at the sentiment. I still felt ridiculous for worrying, but now that was met with a sense of gratitude. How had I been so fortunate to find a man that could share such love with no hesitation?

"I love you too," I mumbled after a moment. "I'm so sorry. I should have come to you the moment these feelings surfaced. I never meant to pull you from your work by worrying about me."

"I believe I made the choice to worry about you long before I made the choice to make films," he replied. His free hand cupped the side of my face. "You will always be my first priority."

I leaned in and pecked his lips quickly. "You should get back to your film."

"I am going to see if I can find a place for us to share an evening away from the others," Jack said. "We both have earned a night to ourselves."

"That would be wonderful, Jack."

His smile only grew more as he admired me for a moment.

That was the first time I felt like I could truly see it. The way he looked at me. That small glint in his eye. I felt my face warming up under his gaze.

"Go," I pushed on his shoulder playfully.

He chuckled, kissing me again before going to head back out to work on the film.

I laughed a bit at him.

He was the best thing I had been lucky enough to have in my life.

And now I could see that he could have very well thought the very same way about me.

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Yo!

And again, I'll say: If I were a character in a franchise, I'd be the one that fans make 'x readers' about.

There were also a lot of images of Hugh Dancy, who I'll admit, I think looks a lot like me, but I left those out because I felt weird including a random actor, lol.

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𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖���𝙮: 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙭-𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙪𝙥...

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘹 𝘍!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Warnings: Angst, a little bit of violence and stint of Hannigram.

(A/N: I don’t know what I’ve been doing, but this does coincide with  𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗦𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀  and it is in the same timeline, so it’s not like a prequel or sequel but it’s in the same storyline that I’ve created for the next few Will Graham fics! I know I have a lot of other stories to plan/write but I’m in such a mood to write Will Graham lmao, he’s my baby boi and I love him a lot-)

Word Count: 1724

“It’s been quite a long time, Will...” Her voice thundered through the small room. He had straightened his posture, almost daring to look at her. If his eyes caught hold of her figure, he would have to drop his purpose in life and he wasn’t ready to be wrapped around her finger. His hand engulfed the small glass of wine into his palm; (Y/N) nearly waited for it to explode, sending the shards flying onto the floor. He stayed there, breathing deeply to calm his nerves down.

“You do realize that you aren’t supposed to be here, right?” He turned to face her, watching intently as she simply raised an eyebrow. She scrunched up her face in thought, almost mocking Will. There was this deep silence that flooded the room, spare the sound of her heels as she walked closer to him. He stiffened, expecting her to lash out on him; but, instead she reached out for her own glass of wine, purposely bumping into him on her way. He inhaled her scent, enchanted by the fact that she still smelled like comfort. The same scent that he used to wrap himself in during the night, hoping that it would at least get him an hour of some good sleep. She turned slightly to face him, her face inches away from his. It hurt her that Will didn’t view her the same way anymore; she could see it right in his eyes. More silence. She chewed her lip, eyes falling down to his lips and almost instantly, he stepped back. She held back a frown and instead pouted, trying to signal that she wasn’t really affected by this. However, he saw right through her; past her little façade.

“Why are you even here?” Will asked, watching her eyes wander around the room. She was doing it to irritate him and as much as he hated it, it was actually starting annoy him. There was this surge of anger that came rising from his gut and quickly he grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. She smirked, though it made her face look a little weirder since it was squished so tightly.

“You’re a very kinky man, Will...” She commented, a little muffled. His grip tightened forcing her to cry out in pain; she clawed at his hands, desperately trying to get him off her. He merely shoved her back onto a couch, nearly toppling it along with her. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” He said in a low tone, earning a deadly look from her as she tried to straighten herself. She debated whether or not to saunter her way up to him again, but the memories of what happened a mere second ago allowed her to stay seated firmly. She swallowed, thickly, letting the silence sit in again; presumably to annoy Will.

“Why did you leave?” She asked, quietly. Her voice was so quiet, Will nearly thought he was deaf for a moment. There was this longing that loomed in her eyes, as if she was crying out to him. Pleading for him to take her back, as much as she hated what succeeded after the events of Hannibal’s appointment. It was still etched in her mind, the way Hannibal had taken her to a room that was bare. It suffocated her, though the place was spacious. She knew the psychiatrist was well aware of her mind, and yet it bothered her that he didn’t even think to be considerate to hang at least a pretty picture. There was no comfort to her, spare Will popping in once or twice a day to check in; however, he soon seemed to stop that habit after a month had gone by.

“Answer me,” She hissed, her mind jumping back to reality. Will gazed upon her, blankly, not hesitating to take a sip of his drink. He smacked his lips at the taste of it; no expression being shown on his face. (Y/N) couldn’t help but squirm uneasily in her chair, her eyes drifting down to her heels. It was the uneasy breathing of Will that got her attention; eyes snapping up to meet him.

Will continued staying silent, both of them admiring each other’s eyes. That was what deemed such importance. Eyes. The eyes that had traveled around her when she paced the lonely room. The eyes that were glued to her when she went to visit Alana, only to get hurt by Will. The eyes that were in glass bottles when she made a daring escape from Hannibal’s habitat. The eyes that used to gaze upon her in love as she writhed underneath Will. And lastly, the eyes that now were empty, soulless and unforgiving.

“I left you... because I... I didn’t want you near me,” He finally replied, sounding more harsh than he had intended to. She swallowed her tears, the urge to strangle him so strong; she just wanted to see him die right then and there. He took her happiness, abandoned her in a horrid room, didn’t even try to track her down after she escaped and all the love she had for him were put to waste. She didn’t know whether he meant to say that he wanted to protect her or if he simply didn’t want to be near her at all. Either way, it stung her and she couldn’t control herself anymore. She shot up from her chair, eyes wide as Will did nothing but merely snort to himself.

“You find this entertaining?” She spat, grabbing his collar and yanking him closer to her. His aroma flooded her nose, and she struggled to focus on the task at hand. Oh, how she hated him. She despised him; yet her heart couldn’t stop aching. How she longed to lay beside him in bed, admiring him for hours. She blamed it on Hannibal, he was the reason Will had changed. Not for good, but for the worse. He wasn’t the same anymore and she was distraught by it. 

Behind those closed doors was an awaiting Hannibal, who had merely been there for a couple minutes. (Y/N) (L/N) was back, just like he knew she would. He was smart enough to realize that he needn’t go after her, she would come crying back to Will; a bond so true it made him more hungry. Ms. (L/N) was an interesting figure, even having her locked away for observation only provided such little information. She was a reluctant being, the only thing you could deduce from her was that she loved Will. Even when he forbid Will from seeing her, even when he left her deserted in the middle of nowhere, she still loved him. That love was practically radiating off of her and Hannibal had licked his lips at thought of how sweet she must really be. The rising of their voices were filling up the hallway and Hannibal didn’t want to ruin their conversation. He stood outside, patiently, eager to know what other rude words would fall out of (Y/N)’s lips.

“After everything I’ve done for you-” She yelled,

“You’ve done nothing for me!” Will interrupted, his own voice surprising himself. She huffed in response, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. She would’ve said more but there was this eerie feeling that she was being watched by someone. She turned to face the closed doors, squinting slightly to get a better view of the shadow underneath the small slit. Meanwhile, Will had set down his glass. Hannibal was here, he knew it.

Will had 3 options right now. Option 1 was to not do anything and let Hannibal walk in and take control of the matter. Option 2 was to grab (Y/N), pin her down and possibly knock her out which would earn Hannibal and him either a meal or a way to get some information from her. Option 3 was to simply let her go and let her escape again. A part of him genuinely sided with Option 3 and it shocked him. It truly did. The battle between himself began to arise and he took a deep breath in, watching his ex-wife slowly take little steps towards the door. She was distracted; this was a perfect opportunity. His mind was screaming at him and there was nothing else he could do. There was this sudden change in mood around him and he couldn’t stop himself from quickly grabbing onto her, slamming her down to the ground. She squirmed against him, her face squashed against the hard, wooden floor. 

“Hannibal!” Will cried out, his eyes fixed straight onto the head of his wife. He wanted to do more, he wanted to suffocate her till she would breathe her last. He wanted to see her head combust and it was too much for him. This... This urge he had was nothing short of madness and it shocked them both that he used to call this woman his everything. She was what kept him from going dark, yet here he was, nearly strangling her to death.

She was choking out words that only sounded like babbles and the doors finally creaked open; the heavy footsteps of Hannibal echoing through her ears. She struggled under Will’s grasp as he tied her arms, securing her legs with some rope as well. Her former lover set her against the side of the couch, getting up for a quick word with Dr. Lecter. Hannibal stared at her, his whole demeanor making her heart race; not in the good way. He smirked, looking down at Will who surprisingly seemed to be eager in receiving an order and the former bent down to capture the latter’s lips with his own. 

“What the hell,” (Y/N) exclaimed, watching a man that she hated be with someone she still so strongly desired. She didn’t even know that Will and Hannibal’s relationship had escalated and she squirmed uncomfortable in her spot, watching Hannibal drag out the kiss, purposely. 

“What do we do with her?” Will asked, pulling back briefly to catch his breath. Hannibal tilted his head to face her, looking down in what seemed to be a disapproving glare.

“We need some answers of course, but I do intend of making her the main course next week.” He chortled, eliciting a smirk from Will and cry from (Y/N)...

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It's Got Me Hoping for the Future and Worrying About the Past - Aiden Galvin [Blood & Chocolate]

Title: It's Got Me Hoping for the Future and Worrying About the Past

Pairing: Aiden Galvin X Reader

Word Count: 1,504 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: [Inspired by "Help Me" by Joni Mitchell] Aiden was immediately smitten when he met (Y/n). However, (Y/n) was far more hesitant to ever entertain the chance that they felt the same.

Author's Note: I got this idea from an edit of another Hugh Dancy character.

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When I first met Aiden, I assumed he was the troubled artist type.

He seemed like the type of guy that fell in love quickly... and often. He would spend short bursts of time being completely enamored by someone. He'd make them feel like they were the only thing that mattered on the planet. A true romantic. And then, his art would drag him away to the next object of his desires.

Was that a harsh assumption to make? Maybe.

Was it based on personal experience? Pretty much.

I met him while I was out for coffee.

I was sitting on my own. I was taking some advice I had gotten from a family member. Allow myself time to relax. Give myself a gift every now and then. It would help.

I was getting used to it.

My mind was still racing with a list of things that I felt like I needed to get done now. I kept biting the inside of my cheek. I was switching between reading the book that I had brought with me and senselessly picking at my nail.

How did people spend so much time relaxing like this?

I took a moment to look around at the crowd around me. I don't know if I subconsciously felt someone glancing at me or if I simply wanted to understand how this was at all relaxing.

That's when I saw Aiden.

He looked exactly like every romantic lead ever.

That was the best way that I could describe him. The messy hair and the clothes. The sketch paper in front of him and the pencil that he seemed moments from biting clean through. The look on his face that gave the illusion that his mind was trapped in some other world of his own construction.

Cheesy.

He was looking at me when I looked at him.

In the moment when anyone else would look away out of fear of looking creepy to a stranger that didn't know them, he stayed completely still. He even let a smile form on his lips.

I looked away from him first, going back to my book. I bit my tongue to keep from letting my annoyance overwhelm the benefits that I was supposed to be receiving from this outing.

I assumed that was the end of it.

Then, I went to leave.

I can't say that I was stunned that he was still there. I was just stunned that he spoke to me.

"Hi," he said as I passed by.

I slowed my walk. I almost had to double-check that the greeting had been meant for me.

He seemed to just smile a bit more at my pause.

"Hi," I replied, never not skeptical.

He stood up and held out a hand to me. "I'm Aiden."

I reached out and shook his hand. "(Y/n)."

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," I nodded at him. "Can I... Can I ask why you stopped me?"

"I was going to apologize for staring earlier," he motioned to the seat that I had been sitting on. "I would offer to get you a coffee, but considering you just got done, maybe I could offer something else. Dinner? Drinks?"

I couldn't help the kind of shocked laugh that made its way out of my mouth. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment.

"Listen, that's very nice," I explained. "I'm just... not really looking for... anything right now."

"Oh," he nodded. I nodded back. "Well, maybe I'll see you around?"

Doubt it. "Maybe."

I waved as I walked away from the table.

I hadn't lied to him. I truly had no interest in pursuing anything.

The idea of going on another first date to "see how things go" made my heart rate spike and not in a good way. I would much rather stay where I was. Calm and free and unworried about everything that comes with a date.

At least for now, I was happier assuming that I would never run into Aiden again.

Not that the universe ever cared about what I was happy with.

It was a few days after our initial run-in. I had paused for a moment too long while scanning my eyes along a shelf of book covers. I didn't even catch a glance of Aiden before he had started walking over to me.

"(Y/n), right?"

I looked at him, my eyes going a bit wide because what the actual fuck were the odds?

"Yeah," I replied. "Aiden."

"Yeah," he grinned at me.

"If I didn't know better, then I would say that you were following me," I joked.

"No, no," he shook his head. "I was checking out the books."

"Oh," I nodded. "Looking for anything in particular?"

"Mine."

"Your book?"

He nodded.

"I misjudged you," I noted. He furrowed his eyebrows at me. "I thought you were the struggling artist character, but clearly not."

"Who said that I'm not?"

"Are you?"

"Well, I would never admit that," he chuckled. "Maybe you could figure that out while we have a drink together?"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Good try."

"What was I trying," he asked, feigning innocence.

"You must think that you're so clever," I said. "Well, struggling artist, nice try... but I'll see you around."

He sighed as I walked around him and continued on my way.

We kept meeting after that.

They were usually short conversations. Stupid things about the weather or work or whatever we were doing when we ran into each other.

I hated to admit it, but Aiden was getting to me.

I found myself mimicking his stupid grins. I was nervous after we spoke. My heart would speed up around him. In a nice way.

And I felt like he could tell.

I felt ridiculous. Like a teenager.

I tried to ignore it. If I didn't acknowledge the feelings, then I didn't have to fight whether or not they were real. But he didn't seem to have any interest in hiding his feelings.

I was waiting for the moment he ran. The moment that someone else caught his eye and he started pursuing them. I thought that he was someone that enjoyed the action of falling in love more than that of being in love.

But as the days dragged on, turning into weeks, I was beginning to doubt that the shift would happen so easily.

Then, Aiden and I found ourselves at the very place that we had met at.

I was sitting with a book and a drink when he placed himself in the chair across from me.

I glanced up from the pages. "You can't corner me into having drinks with you."

"Who said anything like that," he replied. "This is just two people who happen to sit at the same table because all the other seats were full."

I looked at the other tables. They were all mostly empty. I raised an eyebrow at him.

He just shrugged and started drawing. I rolled my eyes and went back to reading.

I happened to glance up between sentences and catch sight of what he was drawing.

"Is that me," I asked.

He stopped and looked at me. "Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to draw you."

I hesitated for a moment before placing a bookmark between the book pages and placing the book on the table. I moved my hand forward a bit.

"Can I...?" I motioned toward the drawing

He grinned and handed his sketchbook to me.

I felt like I was going to damage it. I tried to be as careful as possible.

"It's... It's lovely," I muttered. It was. Better than I felt like I deserved in terms of attention and detail.

"I'd hope so."

I grinned a bit.

"(Y/n)..."

I looked up from the drawing to find that Aiden had leaned forward on the table. We were maybe a few inches from each other. I watched his eyes jump from my eyes to my lips and back again before he leaned even closer.

His lips pressed against mine.

I leaned a little closer to him as I kissed him back.

It was a soft kiss. His hand touched mine.

I moved back after a few moments. Just far enough to stop the kiss. I couldn't remember a time that I had been so nervous about a single kiss. I chuckled as I looked down at our hands. I heard him chuckle too.

Aiden didn't lean back into his seat as I did. He stayed where he had been, continuing to let his eyes jump around to different parts of my face.

"Stop looking at me like that," I said, feeling my face warm up.

"Sorry," his hand slipped from mine as he leaned back a bit. "So... is this a good time to ask about that drink?"

"Maybe."

His grin broke into a full smile.

I found my smile mimicking his.

I was beginning to entertain the idea that he wasn't going to run away like I assumed he would.

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You Brought Heaven Down to Right Where I Stood - Prince Charmont Imagine (Ella Enchanted)

Title: You Brought Heaven Down to Right Where I Stood

Pairing: Prince Charmont X Reader

Word Count: 1,608 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: (Inspired by "Greater Than Gatsby" by Elizabeth Gerardi) (Y/n) has trouble faulting Char for how hopeful and determined he can be at times. They just never thought that such hope and determination would be aimed at them.

Author's Note: Someone on my post about Hugh Dancy characters that I wanted to write about asked for a Prince Charmont imagine. I listen to my readers. (And if there are any other Hugh Dancy characters that you'd like me to write about... let me know)

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Charmont and I had been friends for as long as I could remember.

My family had worked for his before either one of us were even thoughts in their minds. My father in particular had grown close to Char's father before his death.

Now, I was grown and still working in the castle. Char was a prince being looked after by his uncle.

We were still close. Probably closer than we should've been. I had a theory that his uncle really didn't like me due to how close Char and I were.

Char would usually spend his free time with me. He would just be around me and talk to me. Sometimes he would help me with whatever I was working on. Granted that was incredibly rare because it was in fact my job and I didn't want to get caught forcing the prince to help clean.

Being close to Char was nice.

He was kind and funny and smart. It felt so natural being around him. I could only hope that he saw it the same way.

We went through years like that. Just friends. Friends that would talk and be together almost every day.

That never changed. Not until there was a ball held at the castle one night.

I was standing off to the side, waiting for something to need to be done.

I watched the people all dance together. It looked like fun. The joy in the room was almost infectious, causing a grin to form on my face as I watched them.

I spotted Char as he walked away from a dance. Our eyes met and a smile formed on his face as his steps sped up. I smiled back.

"Dance with me," he said when he made his way over.

"I cannot," I replied. "I am on the job."

"Then, count this as one of your duties."

"I do believe that your uncle defines what I am meant to do," I chuckled. "Thank you for the offer."

"Please, I am bored out of my mind," he sounded like a toddler. He leaned against the wall next to me. "At least conversations with you can go beyond giggling and poorly planned flirting."

"Is the poor flirting on their part or yours?"

He scoffed. "Excuse me?"

"An honest question," I shrugged, smirking a bit at him. I let my eyes scan the room to see if anything needed to be done.

"Why won't you dance with me," he asked after a moment.

"Because I am on the job," I repeated. "If your uncle saw me, I would either be out of a job or beheaded. Which one would purely depend on his mood."

"So, you're scared of my uncle spotting us?"

"To put it simply."

"I can work around that," he shrugged.

"Excuse me- Char!"

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the door next to us. I tried to keep up with him as he guided us through the halls. I stumbled a few times, but he didn't seem to notice.

"I swear, you are going to get me killed," I muttered as he stopped moving.

"Oh, you know that I would never let that happen," he replied as he let go of my arm. "You're too important."

I scoffed. "Ah, yes, the very important castle servant."

His hand was on the door next to us but stopped when he heard me speak. I didn't see anything wrong with what I had said, but the way he looked at me made me pause. He furrowed his eyebrows at me, his eyes jumping all around my face. It was like he was trying to see if I was being serious or not. I forced a grin at him, suddenly much more nervous than I had been.

Char shook his head before pushing the door open. He nodded for me to walk inside before him.

I had never been in this room. I had been told to avoid it. In all honesty, I don't know if I was meant to know what the room was. My father had told me about it when I was younger, but I had never found it on my own. The room alone was a small piece of history. The hall of mirrors.

"I cannot be here," I said as the door closed behind us. "I know what this room is."

"You can be here," Char replied. "I invited you here. Who is going to argue with my wishes?"

I paused. He had a point.

"Now, dance with me," he held his hand out.

"You don't think your uncle will look for you here," I asked.

It was his turn to pause for a moment. "In all honesty, I was more focused on getting to dance somewhere beautiful with you than I was on complete privacy."

"I say again, you are going to get me killed," I chuckled.

"Well, might as well get a dance in before your death then," he nodded toward his hand, which was still extended toward me.

I almost felt light-headed. I wasn't supposed to do this.

But still, I accepted, placing my hand in his. The smile that formed on his lips made it worth it.

He carefully intertwined our fingers before placing his free hand on my side. I tried my best to hide any nervousness as I rested my free hand on his shoulder.

"Um, is this a good time to mention that I have never danced with anyone before," I asked.

He let out a quiet laugh. "It will be alright. Just follow me."

I nodded, letting him guide us.

It felt strange at first. Dancing with no music, I mean. How we managed to fall into some natural rhythm, I would never know.

It was mostly light-hearted.

Laughing through spins and poorly calculated moves. Quiet conversations about people around the castle and things we had seen back at the ball. It was just normal. Calm.

At some point, there was a shift.

I didn't notice at first.

I was still talking about some incident during the castle tour a few days ago when Char had fallen silent. When I finished the story and he hadn't even chuckled, I noticed something was wrong. No. Wrong isn't the right word. Different.

He was just looking at me.

"Char?"

He didn't respond.

There was this soft look in his eyes that made my heart speed up a bit. Was that new? Had he looked at me like that before? I tried to think of any time I had seen that look.

They were all maybes.

Maybe I had seen it one morning when I dropped off his breakfast and opened the curtains in his room. I had assumed it was tiredness.

Maybe I saw it when I had to guide him away from the crowds touring through the castle. We had gotten backed into a small part of the hall as they walked through. All too close to be comfortable.

Maybe I saw it when he insisted on helping me organize a part of the archive room. Through all the books and papers.

I could remember jokes the most. Other people I worked with talking about how Char supposedly looked at me. How he treated me. I could vividly remember one of them laughing as he left the room that we had been in. They joked about how lucky I was to have the prince wrapped around my finger. I denied it.

I took a deep breath before going to step away. "I really should get back to work. I don't want both of us to get in trouble-"

"Don't," he stopped me before I could mutter any more of my excuse or leave. "Just stay."

I froze where I was.

His hand let go of mine and found its way to my side. Mine fell on his other shoulder.

There was a pause. A pause where all we did was look at each other.

I don't know what made Char move, but I saw the grin that formed on his lips before he did. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine.

My first thought was to pull away. But as he gently kissed me, I found myself dismissing that thought easily.

I had always wanted this. This gentleness. The way my heart sped up and my mind relaxed. I craved that feeling of being loved and cared for. I wanted that. I wanted that with Char, specifically.

I relaxed into the kiss, my body moving closer to his like it was the most natural thing I had ever done. I felt like I had wasted so much time. Like we should've done this a long time to go.

He pulled away first. He didn't move far, resting his forehead on mine, nudging my nose with his a few times. My eyes opened a few moments after his. He was still grinning at me. I smiled back at him.

"I love you," he whispered. "I have for as long as I can remember. Before I had the proper word for it."

"I love you too, Char," I mumbled back.

There was a pause between us. We just let the words hang in the air between us. Not tense or awkward, just there.

"I do need to go back," I muttered, chuckling a bit.

Char laughed back and shook his head. "Just stay a little while longer."

I almost refused. But I stopped myself. "Okay. A little while longer."

He hummed in approval. "I love you."

"I love you too."

It felt so good to say those words with no hesitation.

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Mistakes - Nolan Price Imagine (Law & Order)

Title: Mistakes

Pairing: Nolan Price X Reader

Word Count: 984 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: (Y/n) finds themself feeling like an idiot after overstepping a clear boundary. Or maybe it wasn't such a clear boundary. It's all about perspective, isn't it?

Author's Note: This will shock literally no one who has looked at my blog before. At this point, Hugh Dancy's characters should have their own masterlist.

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If I could go back and stop myself from knocking on Nolan's door... I don't know if I would've.

It was all a jumble in my mind now, but I was certain that knocking on his door was the beginning of that jumble. That made it the best place to start.

"Hello?"

I opened the door when I heard a muffled voice inside. Nolan was leaning against the front of the desk. His jacket was thrown over his chair.

"Am I interrupting," I asked.

"No, no, come in," he shook his head. I walked in awkwardly.

"I... I got done thanking the team and I felt bad not stopping by to thank you," I explained. "So, thank you."

"I didn't do that much," he stood up. "It was mostly the detectives."

"The detectives aren't the ones who got the facts to the jury... and convinced that it was the truth," I replied as I walked over to him. "You didn't have to take this case. It was a huge risk. But you did it. And I can't thank you enough."

It was a personal case. I had family involved. It wasn't good.

I didn't know what to do other than beg for help. I couldn't even work the case. The detectives were happy to help, but I was certain that Nolan wouldn't take on the case. I don't know what convinced him to do it; I was just happy he did.

"You're welcome," he finally relented and accepted the 'thank you'.

I paused for a moment before taking a few steps to hug him tightly. I heard him chuckle as he hugged me back. I felt embarrassed by how fast my heart started beating in that moment.

I stepped back slowly, my hands still touching his upper arms.

"(Y/n)..."

After that, I'm not sure what happened.

I don't know who leaned in first. I just know that we kissed. It only lasted a few moments before I pulled away abruptly and stepped back.

"I... I should go," I muttered. "Thank you again."

"(Y/n)-"

"I'll see you later."

"Wait-"

"Bye."

I closed the door behind me before he could stop me. I tried to get out as fast as I could without it looking like I was running away from him.

After that, I avoided him.

More that I avoided the conversation that I knew was coming.

I didn't want him to tell me that what happened was wrong. I was already dealing with my own fears. I didn't need to worry about him rejecting me along with that.

I felt like a child. A teenager. But I couldn't shake the fear.

It was dumb.

And I knew that.

And that still didn't help me.

I thought that I was doing a good job. I didn't seem impolite. I was just busy. Too busy to go by Nolan's office and discuss what had happened between us. It was fine. That kind of thing happened. I didn't have to try to explain anything. It was fine.

And then, the next case was over and done with.

Nolan asked to talk to me. Apparently.

He said it was about the case, but I knew better.

"Nolan," I said, leaning into his office.

"(Y/n)," he smiled at me. I grinned back despite my nerves. Contagious smile. "Come in, please."

I walked in, pulling the door shut behind me.

I don't quite know why I did that. I just assumed this would've been important enough that it was a good idea. My reasoning was messy. Again, it was all a jumble. I didn't have a real explanation that would sit right.

"What did you want to discuss," I asked.

"Well, you've thanked me for my work, it's time for me to thank you for yours," he explained, walking around his desk. "You did nothing short of save me today. Well, saved my case, but it's the same idea."

"Thanks," I nodded.

"And about the other night-"

"We really don't need to talk about that," I shook my head.

"All due respect, I disagree," he replied.

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to calculate how long it would take me to sprint through the door. Could I make it before he caught my arm?

Probably not, but it was nice to dream.

Nolan took a deep breath. "If I did something to upset you-"

"You didn't."

"Then, what is it?"

I closed my eyes and tilted my head down. I felt like I would cry out of embarrassment if I looked at him. I felt like a scared child.

I heard a sigh and steps moving toward me.

"(Y/n)," he said quietly. Just like he had before we had kissed. I looked at him. "What is it?"

"I... I figured you regretted it," I replied, looking at him again. He left me enough room to leave. To be comfortable leaving. "Or would regret it. I didn't want to hear you call it a mistake."

"I don't think it was a mistake. And I don't regret it."

His response was instant. No thought, no second-guessing. He was certain. I didn't know how to respond.

"Do you think it was a mistake?"

"Not really," I mumbled. My face warmed up as I admitted it.

"Good," he grinned, looking down for a moment. " Good. I'm glad."

I chuckled, also looking away for a few seconds.

"Can I... Can I take you to dinner? Tonight? It's been a long day for both of us."

"That sounds really nice," I nodded.

His smile got wider. "Let me just get my jacket and-"

"Wait," I touched his arm as he went to turn away. I leaned in and pecked his lips when he looked back at me.

I stepped back again and smiled at him.

I knew now that I would definitely not stop myself from knocking on Nolan's office door that night.

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Author's Note: Help, wait, I couldn't stop thinking of that one Hannibal blooper from season one when I was writing that little "Can I take you to dinner?" line. Does anyone know what I'm talking about? With Caroline and Hugh where Hugh forgets what he's doing and just says "Wanna do dinner on Friday" or something?

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Professional - Will Graham imagine (Hannibal)

Title: Professional

Pairing: Will Graham X Reader

Word Count: 814 words

Warning(s): making out

Summary: After Will and (Y/n) got together, everyone noticed a distinct difference in Will's behavior. But that's not necessarily a bad thing.

Author's Note: I'm considering writing for more of Hugh Dancy's characters. Are there any in particular that people want to see?

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I was usually concerned when I got short texts from Will. He would usually just find me. He didn't see the point in texting when we worked in the same place.

So, I took off running when I got a text asking me to meet him in his lecture hall.

When I got there, he was just leaning on the desk, looking at some random spot on the floor until he heard me come in. My steps slowed down as I got closer and saw nothing was actually wrong.

"Hey, what did you-"

Will cut me off by pulling me forward into a kiss. I tripped a little as he did. The only thing that kept me from falling over was the desk that he leaned against.

I chuckled as I pulled away.

"Will-"

He kissed me again.

I pulled away again, pushing on his shoulders so he wouldn't lean in again.

"We are at work," I said sternly.

"I thought we only agreed to no affection on crime scenes," he tried to lean forward again, I turned my head, so his lips only brushed my cheek.

"You're going to get us in trouble."

"I think it's worth it."

"Since when," I scoffed. My hands faltered from his shoulders.

Will leaned in and kissed me again, hands grabbing my sides and pulling me closer. I felt him grin against my lips as my arms wrapped around his neck.

Will never gave off the impression of someone who was super affectionate. When we met, he seemed reserved. Not awkward per se, but just a little closed off.

However, I knew I was wrong the first time he had kissed me. I still felt my face heat up when I thought about him stopping me, grabbing the sides of my face, and kissing me before I could walk to my car one night.

After that, it was just a matter of time. The two of us had fallen into a pattern of affection that fit the two of us very well. That still was mostly saved for the house, or at least outside of work. This. This was new. Not that I was upset.

"Will- okay!"

I jumped away when I heard Jack speak up.

"Jack," Will stepped around me and spoke to Jack like nothing happened.

I didn't turn to face him. I looked down at the floor as the pair spoke. Will acted like nothing had happened. His normal attitude around Jack had come back as soon as if it hadn't disappeared for a moment. Jack was a little awkward. For good reason.

"I'll call you if I have an update," Jack said as he went to leave. "(Y/n)."

"Jack," I waved over my shoulder, still facing Will's desk. I listened to him walk out.

I jumped a little when Will's hands touched my sides.

"Are you okay," he asked quietly. I heard him chuckle.

"You're a dick," I muttered, face still warm.

"Your insults are usually much more creative."

I turned around to face him. I crossed my arms, glaring at him. It was more joking than anything.

"I'm sorry," he said, pulling me into his arms.

My arms wrapped around his torso as I rested my cheek on his shoulder. His hand ran up and down my back.

"I love you," I mumbled. "That was just so awkward."

"I love you too," he replied. "...And I'll be sure to lock the door next time."

I moved my arm and lightly hit his arm. He chuckled again.

"You are so lucky you're cute."

"Cute?"

"You heard me," I mumbled, relaxing into his arms a little more.

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Alana was waiting in Jack's office when he got back.

"I'm getting concerned about (Y/n) and Will," he said after a moment.

"Concerned about what," she asked. She honestly thought the pair was precious. They complimented each other well.

"Will's been changing a lot," Jack explained. "I just caught them having a moment in the lecture hall."

"'A moment'?"

"They were making out in there."

"Oh," Alana nodded, biting back a chuckle.

"That's all you have to say?"

"I think it's sweet," she shrugged at him. "It's sweet to see Will be so comfortable around someone. And to see (Y/n) so happy."

"Does it need to be at work?"

"Probably wasn't the best moment, but can you really be mad about it," Alana asked. "They're happy. Will's finding some good footing outside of work and (Y/n) has found someone that is completely in love with them. I say there's no harm if it isn't interrupting anyone's work."

Jack shook his head.

"You're telling me it wasn't a little bit sweet?"

Jack let out a sigh, "If I catch them again, I'll have a talk with them."

Alana nodded, biting back another laugh.

Jack would never end up having that talk with the two of them.

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Safe Place - Adam Raki Imagine [Adam (2009)]

Title: Safe Place

Pairing: Adam Raki X Reader

Word Count: 929 words

Warning(s): mentions of parent's death

Summary: A look into the normal of (Y/n) and Adam's friendship.

Author's Note: I will be honest. I haven't watched this film. I wanted to get Adam's character right (mostly his dialogue), so I looked into as many clips as I could find and read over the plot synopsis. I hope you enjoy.

Also, this happened because I asked my readers if there were any Hugh Dancy characters that they wanted to see imagines of. If you have any in mind, you can reply to this post or message me or whatever. These are not full requests; I'm just trying to find out what the people reading my writing want to see.

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"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

I threw open one of the windows in my apartment as smoke filled part of the room. I tried to frantically wave the smoke out of the room before the fire alarm went off. Once I could grab the dish, I tossed it onto the stove, groaning.

I heard a knock on the door.

I ran a hand over my face before walking over.

Adam was on the other side.

"Adam, hey," I said, immediately feeling more relaxed.

"Are you okay," he asked. "I heard yelling and stomping."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I just burned the cake I was making."

"Why were you making a cake," his eyebrows furrowed.

I shrugged, "Just wanted to make a cake."

There was a small pause in the conversation.

"Thank you for checking on me," I said. "It was very nice."

He grinned and looked at the ground, "You're welcome. I don't want you to get hurt."

I grinned.

"I'm going to go-"

"Will you wait for a minute," I asked. He nodded. I walked over to my desk drawer. I pulled the spare key to my apartment. "Here, take this."

"What is this," Adam asked, staring at the key now sitting in his palm.

"It's a spare key," I explained. "To my apartment."

"Why?

"In case there's an emergency," I shrugged. "If there's a situation where you need my help or think I need your help and I don't answer when you knock, then you can just unlock the door."

Adam nodded, still studying the key.

He ran his thumb over the teeth before slowly grinning at me. I grinned back.

He was almost sweet to a fault. I don't think there was another person I would've trusted more with that spare key. Not even my parents. He had proven time and time again that he cared for me.

I trusted him. Completely. And I really liked that feeling.

The spare key wouldn't be used for a while.

Adam and I sat down and made a list of emergencies where the key would be necessary. I had never thought of some of the scenarios that he had, but they made sense.

Still, none of those very specific scenarios would occur until months later.

I had walked into my apartment after a day of work and found Adam sitting on my couch. On his spot on my couch. His hands were resting on his pants. I could see that he had been lost in his own head for a while. Overwhelmed.

"Adam," I said softly. I hung up my bag and jacket.

"I... I know this isn't on our emergency list, but I didn't know where else to go," he explained quietly.

It clicked. His dad.

His dad had just passed.

I had been there when he was buried. I stood next to Adam at the side of his grave quietly. I wasn't going to push him to speak with me. He didn't have to. I just let him stand there until he wanted to go home.

I walked him to his door. I offered to stay with him for a night. He just shook his head. I respected that, reminding him to call me if he needed any kind of help.

Now, he was on my couch.

I walked over and sat next to him, "Do you want to talk?"

He shook his head.

"Okay," I nodded. "Do you want some food or something to drink?"

He shook his head again.

"Is there anything in particular that you want?"

I wanted to avoid something so open-ended. In a time when everything was so tense, it was easier to be able to give yes or no answers. I didn't want to force him to find an answer when there was already so much to deal with.

"I want to lay down," he said after a minute.

I nodded before standing up, "Come on."

He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. I reached out a hand to him. He grabbed it slowly and let me walk him into my room.

"You can lay down here," I offered, letting go of his hand. "I'm going to grab some water."

As he sat on the edge of my bed, he reached for my hand again, "Lay with me. Please."

I nodded.

I let go of his hand and moved around to the other side of the mattress.

The two of us laid next to each other on our backs, both just silently staring at the ceiling. I was scanning any mark I could find. He said he didn't want to talk, so we didn't talk.

I only looked away from the ceiling when I felt his hand touch mine. I immediately looked down at where our hands were. Adam had moved to interlock our pinkies together.

I grinned softly before intertwining our hands completely.

"Thank you," he muttered.

"You're welcome," I replied.

Any movement was slow. Almost unnoticeable.

Soon, Adam had his head resting on my shoulder. I closed my eyes for a moment. It felt selfish at the time, but it had been a long time since I had been given any real physical contact. It was sweet.

I didn't notice when Adam fell asleep until he shifted slightly. I looked down at him and grinned. I didn't move from my spot. I spent that night on top of my covers, lying flat on my back, dressed in my work clothes, holding a man's hand.

And I was happy that way. I could spend every night like this and be perfectly happy.

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Drunk Mess - Bobby Bronson Imagine (Roar)

Title: Drunk Mess

Pairing: Bobby Bronson X Reader

Word Count: 818 words

Warning(s): drunk character

Summary: A tired, very messy cop finds himself paired with one of the most determined people in the world. They refuse to allow him to go further down the spiral than he already was.

Author's Note: Hey, look! It's another Hugh Dancy character! Who's surprised? What's that? Absolutely no one? Yeah, didn't think so.

This is so short and completely self-indulgent, but oh well.

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I frowned as my call to Bobby went to voicemail again.

It had been the third or fourth call and there was still no answer.

"Hey, do you have Bobby's address," I asked Chris. "He won't answer me."

"He's fine, probably just hungover," Chris shrugged.

"I don't care, I'm going to check on him," I crossed my arms. "Current address. Please."

I found myself walking up to the door of some small apartment complex awkwardly. I held my hand up, ready to knock on the door. But I paused.

Was this weird?

Was this too much concern for a partner?

No. This was healthy. What if he was hurt? What if he was on his floor, begging for help with no one there for him? No. Yeah. This was perfectly fine.

I knocked on the door.

There was a long pause before the door finally got pulled open.

"(Y/n)?"

"Hey," I said awkwardly. "Umm, you weren't answering my calls. I was worried about you."

"Well, I'm alive."

I just nodded.

"Come on, come have a drink!"

The door swung open the rest of the way and he stumbled away.

"Bobby, are you drunk," I asked.

"That's why I want you to have a drink," he replied. "Don't want to be the only one drunk."

I walked in slowly, closing the door behind me. "How much have you had?"

"Why would I count?"

I watched him take another long swig of whatever he had. I sighed and walked over, taking the bottle away. He tried to protest, but I held my hand up.

"No, no," I shook my head. "I try to not judge you because you've seen some shit, but this... this is too far."

"You don't get to decide that-"

"Please just lay down," I glanced around the trashed apartment. "I'll... We can talk about the case when you wake up. Just please."

"What, you wanna save me?"

"I didn't say that-"

"No, because that's what you do, right," he asked, stepping closer to me. "(Y/n): the hero cop?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," I muttered. "Go to bed."

"Wanna help me? Come lay with me then."

"Oh God..."

He leaned closer to me. I almost gagged at the smell of alcohol on his breath.

"I'm sorry."

I brought my knee to hit him in the crotch. He groaned, bending over slightly.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," I continued mumbling as I guided him to the couch.

He awkwardly flopped onto his side. His face went from contorted in pain to relaxed slowly. He had fallen asleep. I let out a sigh before grabbing a weird blanket off the back that he definitely didn't buy for himself and throwing it over him.

I went around trying to put the apartment somewhat together. Clothes in the basket, trash thrown away, things just put away. I found some ibuprofen in the cupboard, so I left it on the counter with a glass of water.

It felt weird. I wanted to be nice to him, and we're partners so it's not like I'm a stranger. But it was still weird to try and help him while he was passed out on his couch.

I heard a groan while I was washing dishes. I ignored it, just going about my business.

"You cleaned."

I looked over at him and grinned, nodding.

"You need me in the balls."

"You tried to kiss me and lure me to bed," I replied.

"Right," he muttered.

"I left some water and ibuprofen on the counter."

There was a pause. I assumed that it was him taking the meds.

"I'm sorry about that," he said after the pause. "I shouldn't have done that."

"It's fine," I shrugged, placing the last dish to the side and turning to him. "I... I only did a bit of cleaning. I just... thought it would be less stressful."

"Thank you," he nodded, rubbing the sleep out of his head. "You were calling earlier. Some update with the case?"

"Nothing major," I shook my head. "You... You didn't show up and I got worried."

"Aw," his tone was teasing. "You were worried about me."

"I always worry about you. You're my partner."

He just grinned at me. I nodded and walked away from the sink. I wasn't sure what I was going to do next. I was hoping to escape.

"I should take you out to dinner," he suggested when I was halfway through the living room. I turned around. "Or we could get something sent here. Just as a thank you for taking care of me."

"Just a thank you," I asked. He nodded. "I don't believe you."

"Good because I'm a shitty liar."

I laughed and shook my head. "This time... we'll call it colleagues having dinner."

"And next time?"

"Cross that bridge when we get to it."

Bobby smiled at me. "Deal."

Dinner between colleagues. That's all it was.

For now.

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Harsh Reality - Aiden Galvin Imagine (Blood & Chocolate)

Title: Harsh Reality

Pairing: Aiden Galvin X Reader

Word Count: 760 words

Warning(s): mention/description of physical abuse

Summary: Aiden and (Y/n)'s brilliant escape plan was meant to be nothing but a joke. However, their joke becomes a harsh reality when things in Aiden's life take an awful turn.

Author's Note: Y'all need to bully me more. I can't keep getting away with writing for every damn Hugh Dancy character in existence.

Also. This man's backstory. Holy shit.

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It amazed me how fast things could change.

How fast a joke between two teenagers could turn into something incredibly different. Something incredibly serious.

It wasn't our fault. Not really. If anyone was to blame, it was Aiden's dad. He was the reason that the idea even came up, to begin with.

"We should run away," I mumbled.

Aiden had shown up at my door with a bruise on his face. It made my blood boil.

We were lying next to each other in my bed. My mom was out on some date. Not much to worry about.

"Where would we go," he asked softly, nudging his nose against mine.

"I don't know... Virginia," I suggested, smiling as he turned his head to laugh.

"Virginia?"

"I don't know," I laughed with him. "It's the first thing I thought of."

"No, no," he looked back at me. "If we're running away, then we're gonna make it worth it."

I played with his fingers as he spoke.

"What about Europe?"

"Bit vague," I chuckled.

"Road trip."

I rolled my eyes and went to get up. "You're making fun of me."

"No, no, no, I'm not," he quickly rolled over and placed one hand on either side of me. "I'm being completely serious."

I ran my finger along the skin of his arm.

"I think doing a road trip around Europe would be perfect," he explained. "We'll get place to place on trains. Explore everything we can. And I'll sell my books."

"And what will I do?"

"Be my muse."

"Ah, yes, the struggling artist needs his muse, I see," I shook my head. "Am I only gonna be modeling for you?"

"I mean... if you want to-"

I lightly smacked his arm.

"Sorry, sorry."

There was a moment of silence between us before Aiden leaned down to press his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I heard him chuckle against my lips as I did.

He slowly pulled away, one hand going to touch the side of my head.

"I... I really love you," he muttered.

I bit my lip, hoping to conceal how wide my smile was getting. "I love you too. My struggling artist."

We didn't discuss running away after that. Not really.

I figured we were being kids. Dumb kids that just wanted to be with each other.

And then, a pebble hit my window.

It was late. The middle of the night. I opened the blinds to see Aiden standing outside. I slid the window open. My mom was out, like usual, so I didn't have to worry about much.

"What're you doing here," I asked.

"Europe, yeah," he replied. "Still wanna go?"

"Get inside."

I moved back as he climbed through the window. I muttered something to him about the front door being open but ultimately shrugged.

I switched on my desk lamp so I could see him properly. His face was red, parts of it swollen, and there were cuts on his lip and cheek.

"Oh my god," I mumbled, cupping the sides of his face. "What happened?"

"You should see the other guy," he tried to shrug off the whole thing.

"It was your dad, wasn't it?"

He nodded. "I... I told him that I wanted to leave. And he didn't like that. He... He came at me... I just reacted-"

I pulled him into a hug before he could finish his story. His arms wrapped tightly around me. I felt my heart drop as he started shaking.

"We have to go," he explained as he stepped back. "Right now."

"Hey, hey-"

"We've both been saving all our money anyway, we should go."

"You can just stay here, okay," I stopped him as he moved toward my dresser.

"No, I can't," he mumbled. "This isn't me getting kicked out, (Y/n). He... My dad said that he was going to kill me if I left. And now, I've left and beat the crap out of him."

"Oh my god."

"Please," he cupped the sides of my face. "Come with me. Please?"

"Okay," I nodded, placing my hands over his. "Okay."

He leaned forward and kissed me gently.

"I love you," he mumbled.

"I love you too," I replied. "I... I just need to get a bag together. Get my things."

He nodded.

I kissed his cheek. "Europe, huh? Finally?"

"Finally."

It was nicer to see it that way.

We were finally going on our trip rather than running from something terrible.

It was better than confronting reality.

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Tell Me All the Secrets You’ve Been Hiding - Cal Roberts Imagine (The Path)

Title: Tell Me All the Secrets You’ve Been Hiding

Pairing: Cal Roberts X Reader

Based On: Sex Not Violence

Word Count: 1,190 words

Warning(s): using affection to get someone to talk about their trauma (don't do that; you can comfort, don't force it), description of bad parents

Summary: Cal wants to know more about a new resident to the compound. (Y/n) wants to focus on literally anything else.

Author's Note: Oh, look, another Hugh Dancy character. That's a fucking shock.

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Staying at the compound for the Meyerist Movement was not part of my plan. I don't know if it ever would have been.

But here I was, walking along the grounds like I had been there forever. I had gotten comfortable there. Very comfortable.

It was late. Most people were either already asleep or getting ready to be. I couldn't sleep. I wanted to be able to look around the compound without anyone interrupting me.

I must've gotten lost in thought.

I couldn't remember walking into the chapel. I just kind of found myself there.

It looked weirder in the dark without anyone there.

"(Y/n)?"

I looked to the door, immediately recognizing whose voice it was.

"Cal," I grinned at him.

He had been the one to find me. He led me to the compound when I needed a safe place. I had kind of latched onto him. He was the first person that I had started to trust. The only person that I felt like I could rely on.

"Am I... Am I not supposed to be in here," I asked, pointing around.

"No, no, you're fine."

I nodded.

"Did you need something," he offered. "Time alone or... anything, really?"

I shook my head. "I've gotten so used to following everyone around constantly. I wanted to see the compound without the crowd. Not that I don't like the people here. I just get a bit overwhelmed."

He grinned. "It's okay."

I went back to looking around the building.

"You've been here for a while," he noted. I nodded, not looking at him. "Have you reached out to your family? At all?"

I felt a wave of nervousness roll through me. "I... Can we talk about something else?"

"Why?"

"It's just not important," I shrugged. "This building is lovely."

"(Y/n)."

"Cal," I mimicked his stern tone as I looked back at him.

He started walking over to me. "You have been here for a while yet have disclosed none of your past. I would like to know you."

I paused for a moment, contemplating my choices. I could tell him everything and deal with the consequences. Or I could deny it and try to move on without ever thinking about my life before the movement.

That would be much easier.

"You don't actually want to talk about that," I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. I'm here now."

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't find it important."

I stepped forward, reaching out to touch his sides. "I've done everything you've asked of me. Listened to every word and completed every task. I did that for you."

Cal tensed but he didn't move away from me. I leaned over, speaking directly into his ear.

"Is that not enough," I whispered.

It was just meant to be a distraction. Hoping for a lapse in his self-control so I can avoid this conversation for a little bit longer.

"I thought you did those things for your faith," he said. I leaned back, disappointed that my plan didn't actually work.

"Not at first," I confessed. I stepped back, going to sit on the edge of his little stage. "You were my main motivation. You were the one that found me. That brought me here. Are you surprised that I wanted to do whatever it took for you to not leave me?"

He tilted his head a bit at me. Something clicked in his mind. I could see it.

"You were... you are all that I want," I continued. "I would do almost anything you asked of me."

I watched him step toward me.

I looked away from him as he got closer.

He reached out and cupped the side of my face, turning me back to look up at him. I wanted to hide again. His eyes were looking right through me. Like he could read every last thought without me saying anything.

"I have an offer for you," he said. "If you'll hear it."

I nodded. Of course, I would.

He took a knee in front of me. His hand remained on the side of my face. I had to fight the urge to lean into his touch.

"Answer my questions," he explained. "And I'll be sure that you get what you want."

I furrowed my eyebrows. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. It clicked. Him.

He leaned back, grinning at me. "Is that okay?"

I nodded before the logical side of my brain could talk me out of it. All I had been craving for months, years even, was affection. True affection. Cal was the first person I had actually tied to that need. He was offering me that on a silver platter.

"Why did you stay," he asked.

"Um, well," I let out a breath. "I didn't have anywhere to go."

His hands moved to hold mine. "No one to go find?"

"No one worth my time," I muttered. "Don't talk to my family very much."

I very distinctly remember not wanting to talk about this. Cal nodded, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. I watched him closely. I had never been so nervous around someone. The only reason my leg wasn't shaking was that I was scared that I was going to knee him in the face by accident.

He leaned back enough to look at me properly. "Why?"

I hesitated for a moment. My mouth opened and closed a few times.

"(Y/n)," Cal pushed.

"We didn't click," I explained as best I could. "I wanted to be able to feel my emotions truly. Cry when I needed to cry. Yell when I needed to yell. They wanted a child that was a robot. Kicked me out due to my 'outbursts'."

I had gotten so used to locking all of that off. Not telling anyone. It was too much. It either overwhelmed them or they thought I was overdramatic.

Cal's jaw clenched for a moment. I don't know why, but I assumed he was upset at me. I looked down, waiting for him to snap at me or yank his hands away or something.

He didn't.

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. He paused there for a few moments. I could feel my face warming up as he did.

I didn't let him get far when he tried to lean back.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his properly for the first time. My hands moved to grab onto the fabric of his shirt. There were tears rolling down my face. I could feel them. I didn't want to answer any more questions.

Cal didn't seem to want any more answers. His hand cupped the side of my face.

He leaned back a few moments later. He used his thumb to wipe away the tears that were falling.

"Are you okay," he asked.

I nodded, "Yeah. Yeah. It wasn't you."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah," I looked down at my hand still grabbing his shirt. "I am completely sure."

I pulled him back into another kiss. I accepted that this was the best place for me. This was home. With Cal was home.

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I hope to soon!! I’m working on some Hugh Dancy/Hannibal stuff and pushing through that Yungblud writing challenge, but soon!!

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