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⋆˚࿔ 𖹭ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢how you met𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Hannibal ⋆˚࿔
you worked in some art shop, a fancy one and you sticked out of all people, you had something special...the way you dressed, put your hair, used accessories or make up, it was all mesmerising. You looked like a doll, with the prettiest facepaint. And yet you managed to be a sweet and soft person, with no big manners or arrogance. He liked that. At first it was just polite greetings and then...it turned into small talks, your smile was the sweetest, these cute pearly teeth and the way your rosy cheeks pushed your eyes half closed as you smilled, the cutest. He liked you, the way you talked and looked and suddenly he found himself needing to buy at that store every day, to the point he learned you schedule. He had found his new obsession and it was you.

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Duncan vizla ⋆˚࿔

He was on a walk in a random park near his cabin, just looking outside breathing the freezing fresh air, feeling it fill his damaged lungs, when he spotted you on a bench were you were reading , you looked so sweet, you eyes focused on that book as if it was the precious thing in the world, your gracious finger lifted the pages and turned them, your pouty lips slightly gapped as you were mesmerised by your book. He went to sit next to you, and after an awkward silence dared to ask the subject of your book. That's when you started talking. You already had him wrapped around your finger, you were his opposite and he loved it.

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Grindelwald

You were his new servant since he killed the last one after discovering they had a "dirty blood", which was a bit overreacted in your opinion. He found you annoying at first, your stupid smile, the way you did your hair showed you tried to brush them but they ended up still messy, the way you always made sure to be polite and around, and the way you were absolutely devoted to him. The way you woke up at five in the morning to make his breakfast no matter the fact you stayed up until at least midnight because you made sure everything and everyone was OK, he hated it. You were too kind. Too perfect. Too appreciated by his groupies. And yet you were very much his.

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Martin

You were one of his former students, he met you in a bar after him and his wife ended up getting divorce because of his alcoholism. You talked about everything and nothing, but mostly studies, how was college going for you, how were the new generation to teach like for him, but you couldn't help but blush, after all even if he was in his 50s he somehow managed to be incredibly hot, and you were a mess of anxiety and stress, thanks go you didn't drink because all of that would have been incredibly worst for you. But what you didn't knew was that your feelings were mutual, you were a gorgeous person and incredibly cultivated, he loved it.

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Johann

It was at one of these parties your parents always organised, and lord how uncomfortable you were, your corset was way too tight making your thorax and poor breast ache, these being lifted by it making you feel like a prize to be ogled at even more, thanks to your stubbornness you managed to skip the wig who was hell of heavy. Johann noticed your discomfort and came to ask you if you would fancy going on a walk with him, you gladly said yes seeing an opportunity to get out of the crowd. You werent like what he imagined at all, you were quite forward, and sassy, which was probably why your parents still had no one trying to get you as their wife. But he liked it. How straight to the point you were and your witty personality.