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Hey, guys! Good news! I'm not dead (:b) and I'm back with a LOT of fics in store. Sorry for disappearing for a few days, I wasn't feeling very creative and inspired throughout the holidays. Funny thing is, my school already started here and idk why but I'm suddenly have the urge to complete my fanfic list LMAO. So keep your heads up for new fanfics from me! Thank you for all your support :)

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Being Ted's little sister

Author's Note: I wrote this a while ago and even though I probably won't write any HIMYM stuff in the near future, I don't wanna let this headcanons go to waste... So enjoy!

He's always very considerate, thoughtful and understanding. Though he does crack a lot of jokes when you're trying to tell him a story, he knows his limits.

He gives the best advice... Not in fashion, though.

He definitely has a soft spot for you

He never lets you near Barney. Never.

Definitely gives you his jacket when it's cold which you found very odd because he never does that before

If you're having a bad day or if there's something going on with you, he'll know before anyone else notices

And if you are having a bad day, he usually takes you out to your favorite place (either a restaurant or a bar) to cheer you up

You can't wrap your head around the fact that you both used to scream at each other’s faces when you both were teenagers, but now you guys are so caring for each other

Even Marshall and Lily were very confused about how calm and loving you both are now, compared to a few years ago when you guys are still in college

But you both still roast each other very often

If a guy ever breaks your heart, he's not afraid to throw hands (with the help of Marshall, of course)

When you're feeling gloomy or needed a shoulder to cry on, Ted would be the first person to come to mind. Same thing goes to him.

You never realized after all those years, he actually gives you the best hugs. It's always comforting to you.

The presence of him always seems calming to you. It's like you know he can protect you, and he always will.

When it comes to you, he's never hesitant to apologize first

He's the first person to show up when you're sick

Even though you both used to fight and argue a lot when you were younger, now you both realized how important and how you both love each other so much

Since the only Mosby living in New York are you and Ted, he has become the person you trust most

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~ MASTERLIST ~

BATMAN

Dinner Confession (Battinson x Reader) IN PROGRESS

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Lose Hope (Connor x Reader) IN PROGRESS

HANNIBAL

Familiar Gaze (Will Graham x Reader)

Carmine or Crimson (Hannibal Lecter x Reader)

HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER

Being Ted's little sister (Headcanons)

INCEPTION

Coming Soon

OCEAN'S TRILOGY

Away (Linus Caldwell x Ocean!Reader) IN PROGRESS

UNCHARTED

Being Nathan's sister-in-law (Headcanons) IN PROGRESS

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CARMINE OR CRIMSON

CARMINE OR CRIMSON

Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Word Count: 1,209 

Summary: You stayed over at Hannibal's place to spend the night because your car broke down. Thankfully, Hannibal is generous enough to prepare you a guest room and a cup of tea before going to bed.

Author's Note: I wrote this idea at 1 am on a school day and I continued writing it at school... Did not regret it :)

You slid the shower door open. A swift stream of wind greeted your freezing body, alerting you to cover yourself with a towel. But you stepped out of the shower first, stomping lightly at the mat to dry up your feet. After all, you didn’t want to leave Hannibal’s tidy bathroom wet. Your eyes scanned the room, searching for the towel Hannibal leaves for you. Turns out it was beside you the whole time, hanging hopelessly on the rack. You grabbed it. Wrapping it around your body, you can’t help but get a sniff of his detergent. His scent was surrounding you, almost hypnotizing you. You shook your head, trying to snap out of your wild thoughts.

Hannibal suddenly calls out your name, his voice sounded muffled inside the bathroom you are in. “Are you done?”

“Yes, almost done!” you screamed as you took a good look at yourself in the mirror before getting out.

“I’ll prepare the tea,” Hannibal continued.

“Oh, Doctor, you shouldn’t have!”

“Please, call me Hannibal, sweetheart.”

You shrugged, releasing a sigh. “You’ve put me in so many trouble already, Hannibal,” you replied, stressing his name purposely.

“I’m still making the tea.” You could hear him smiling.

He is always undefeatable around you. But you still believe he deserves at least a little break. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night by a person ringing your bell, only to have a woman by your door asking you to stay for the night because her car broke down. You were being such an asshole, but you couldn’t return home by walking in the middle of the night. It didn’t leave you with any choice.

 You walked out of the bathroom, leading you back to the guest room Hannibal got you. A pair of big pajamas his size was already there for you at the bed, sitting soundly, waiting to be worn. A soft chuckle escaped your lips. Was it the nice gesture? The size being too big? Either way, you couldn’t identify what you’re chuckling at.

Without wasting any more time, you took the pajamas and put them on. The soft fabric falls lightly upon your shoulder, stretching down where your collar bone is visible to the eyes. And don’t forget about the bottoms on your legs where the long cloth kisses the floor.

A Carmine hairbrush at the nightstand caught the edge of your eyes. You slowly approach it as you ponder around. Did he prepare it for you or was it already there? No matter what Hannibal’s intention was, you still take it to groom your tangled, damped hair by the mirror at the massive dressing table.

The sound of creaking holds your attention. You took a peek at the door by looking at the reflection on the mirror. It was Hannibal, he came in with a tray of two cups of tea on top. But when his eyes meet yours, his whole movement freezes.

He gulped, eyeing everywhere out of embarrassment. “I apologize, I should’ve knocked first.” He eventually exits, but you stop him.

“Hey, it’s all right, Hannibal,” you called, manage to stop his tracks. “Please, come inside. It’s your home, after all.”

He smiled at your remark. After standing there for a few seconds, he decides to come in.

Hannibal places the tray down a set of drawers as he studies your appearance. You were trying to avoid his stare from the reflection on the mirror, steering clear of his sense of judgment that only makes your head spin.

“I should’ve given you a smaller size,” he finally said, growing a smile. “I’m sorry. I don’t keep women's clothes around my house.”

The way he says it almost made you question him, but you shake it off with a light smile.

“You know, I’m already thankful that you prepared me some clothes,” you said, finally meeting his gaze from the reflection in the mirror. “I was just about to go to sleep immediately.”

Hannibal smiled. “I must always satisfy my guests.” 

He returns to the tray, grabbing one of the steaming cups and handed you the tea. “Fancy a cup?”

You shake your head. “Oh, you.” You place the Carmine brush down and receive his offer. “Thank you, Hannibal.” You took a small slurp. The taste of floral and fruttines melts in your tongue, leaving your mouth with a sweet aftertaste.

Your eyes widened in awe. “I’ve always loved Oolong tea,” you said. “Thank you.”

But he didn’t respond. Instead, he took the Carmine brush you set down. As you raise your head to meet his reflection in the mirror, Hannibal holds a handful of your hair and brushes them down gently. You almost choked in your tea.

“Oh, Hannibal, you…” But you were left stuttering at your own speech, puzzled as to what you should tell him.

“Yes?” he responds, not taking his eyes away from brushing your hair. “I’m all ears.”

The way he was so thoughtful in keeping your appearance clean and neat yet was still focused enough to listen to you… It almost distracts you from your own train of thoughts.

“This is Carmine, right?” you asked, finally knowing what to say. He stopped brushing for a second, thinking. “The color of the hairbrush?”

He continued not long after. “Oh, yes,” he answered. “But I have to admit, I never really knew it was Carmine. I always thought it was Crimson.”

You wanted to ask, is that why you gave it to me? Because the color represents passion, love, and affection? But you didn’t dare to leave a comment. Crimson could mean danger or warning too, after all.

“What does the color Carmine symbolize, anyway?” Hannibal asked out of the blue. Was he reading your mind?

“Crime.”

Blaring silence came between your shared gaze. Hannibal smiled.

“Funny,” he said.

You raised a brow. “Is it?” you asked. “How come?”

“Because I always thought the hairbrush represents love and excitement due to the color,” he admits. “It’s bizarre to hear that it means… Crime.”

“I guess it depends on the person,” you said. “I mean, I see Carmine at first. But you?”

It took him a few moments before he finally responded, “Crimson. Always have.”

No more conversing resumes. The silence prolonged, but it wasn’t that blaring type of silence. Nothing but the sound of Hannibal brushing your hair filled the chilly room. And you both seem to find comfort in it.

After your hair appears more neat than before, Hannibal slowed down until he completely stopped. He sets the hairbrush back at the nightstand, but your eyes helplessly follow it. Hannibal chuckled.

“Still wondering whether it’s Carmine or Crimson?” he asked as he approached you, snapping you away from the hairbrush. “You’ll always appear Crimson to me, darling.” He puts his hand on the back of your head as he moves closer, kissing your forehead softly. “Have a good night's sleep. I’ll make breakfast first thing in the morning.”

Hannibal exits the room, leaving you in your spot. Sitting alone with your crazy thoughts, your head burns on unanswered questions. Did he kiss my forehead? Why did he do that? He never does that.

Turns out, Hannibal’s statement was correct. You’re always Crimson to him.

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FAMILIAR GAZE

FAMILIAR GAZE

Will Graham x Reader

Word Count: 589

Summary: Will took you out on a road trip, and you can't help but stare at him when he took ahold of the wheels (the moment where he can't do much about it).

Author's Note: Believe it or not, I wrote this in class for like an hour because I just watched Hannibal the day before and I was listening to August's Taylor Swift SO THIS IDEA JUST CAME UP UNEXPECTEDLY

You closed your eyes as you rest your head upon the soft headrest, letting the wind blow your hair away freely. The faint sound of R&B at the radio was still playing after more than 15 minutes, you supposed. But you didn’t complain, because you know it frees your mind away from the burden weighing you down. Not long after, you flutter your eyes open, glancing over at the man hovering the steer. He kept his eyes straight at the road, trying to focus on not getting you both killed. But you can tell that he feels your gaze, and he can’t help but smile.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, giving you a swift look before gluing his eyes back at the road.

“Nothing,” you replied, smiling sheepishly by yourself.

You remembered the time first seeing Will. The time where the boy won’t look you in the eyes. He even hesitates on receiving your handshake. You swore he was shaking, and you didn’t know why. Does he hate me that much? But you gave him time. Day by day, his courage grew bigger over every “good morning” you greeted him with. He starts to look at you more, even at times you don’t expect. And when you first saw his smile, his genuine smile. You felt like you accomplished something you were craving for when you first stepped on the field.

“Seriously, if you have something to say, just say it,” he said, chuckling.

You raised a brow. “Do I bother you that much?” you asked playfully.

Will shakes his head as he holds his smile. He slowed the car down, siding at the edge of the road. Just as he stopped the car, birds flew over the landscape, saying goodbye to the warmth of the setting sun. You couldn't stop your eyes from looking up at the caramel sky.

“Sweetheart,” he called, managed to catch your attention. You saw that sweet smile of his again, and it makes your lips curled up into one. “What do you need?”

But your mind was like a blank canvas, you couldn’t comprehend his question. You were just looking over at the birds, now he suddenly asks you a question?

“What do you mean?”

You were expecting a glare, but it was quite the opposite. He smiled again. “You wouldn’t stop looking at me while I was driving,” he continued. “And I recognize that stare.” He paused. “That familiar gaze of yours.” He raised his arm, brushing your hair against your ear. “What do you need?”

You shake your head, smiling. “Nothing, really!”

He tilts his head, skeptical. The way he was behaving reminds you of Winston, and you chuckled at the thought of it.

You remain silent for a while, trying to come up with an excuse. “Okay, fine,” you finally said as you pointed your finger to the radio. “Can you switch it to Taylor Swift?”

Will rolled his eyes. Too dramatically, in fact. “You could’ve said that minutes ago.”

You shrugged. Sorry not sorry.

Will clicked on the radio, switching to every station until August by Taylor Swift came up playing. “Let’s continue this road trip, shall we?” He moves forward, giving your forehead a tender kiss. 

You knew Will long enough. But no matter how long you guys know each other, he always manages to make your cheeks turn crimson red.

“We shall.” You nod your head. “I love you, Will.”

He glanced at you, sharing that familiar gaze of his. “I love you more.”

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