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The Blood is Rare and Sweet as Cherry Wine - Frederick Chilton Imagine [NBC's Hannibal]

Title: The Blood is Rare and Sweet as Cherry Wine

Pairing: Frederick Chilton X Reader

Based On: Cherry Wine

Word Count: 1,684 words

Warning(s): HI, PLEASE TAKE THESE SERIOUSLY! unhealthy relationship, arrest, threats of violence, presence of a knife

Summary: Chilton had risked everything for (Y/n). His reputation, his job, even his freedom. But now that he had (Y/n) with no interference, he is left questioning his choices and feelings.

Author's Note: I've considered this plot a few times, but never went through with it. This song offered a controlled way to do it.

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Frederick sometimes wondered if he had loved (Y/n) more when they were behind bars.

If that barrier was a necessity for him to truly accept this relationship of his.

He had known it was wrong from the moment he entertained the idea.

(Y/n) had been a resident of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane for a while. They had grown accustomed to every face that would pass through its halls. It was home. It likely would have been for the rest of their life, and they were all too aware of them.

Frederick was in charge of (Y/n)'s care.

He was an administrator. Truly, practicing wouldn't have exactly been a requirement at this point in his life. However, he only had so many people employed... and he enjoyed the fame of treating the ones that society considered to be the evilest of humanity.

A dangerous obsession of his.

(Y/n) had grown to adore the little game they had going with Dr. Frederick Chilton.

They had taken up spending their sessions trying to get to him instead of working on their own issues. They were good at it too. It merely took a few carefully placed compliments and batted eyelashes to cause Frederick to shift a little in his chair.

"Why won't you come closer," (Y/n) asked one day, watching the man sit in the chair that had been placed behind a yellow strip of tape.

"There's been an occurrence of patients trying to pee on their therapists," he explained. He tried to move past the topic quickly. "Or spit on them."

"I'm disappointed that you think I would even try to participate in such behavior," (Y/n) replied.

They were back in a private room. No guards around. It was for (Y/n)'s comfort. When they did open up, it was more likely to be in a space like this than the small boxes that others had been kept in.

(Y/n) stepped closer to the bars. "Come on, Frederick. If I was going to hurt you during our sessions, then I would have done it a long time ago."

He raised an eyebrow at them.

"Come on," they drew the word out a little as they grinned at him. "Please?"

A sigh escaped him before pushing himself out of his chair.

When he stopped walking forward, there was still quite a distance between the pair.

"Frederick," (Y/n) complained. "Am I really so much of a threat that you can't stand in front of me like you would a friend?"

"You're not a friend, you're a patient."

(Y/n) placed a hand on their chest and pretended to be hurt by the statement.

When Frederick didn't reply, they dropped their hand and spoke up again, "I think we both know that you do not see me as merely a patient."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I think I haunt you," they continued.

"Haunt me?" he repeated.

"And not out of fear," they added. "It's quite flattering, really."

Frederick shook his head, scoffing. Deny until you couldn't. That was the thought process that he seemed to be operating under.

"Come here," (Y/n) pushed him. "Please?"

He took a deep breath before taking a few more steps forward.

"There you go," they said. "This is much better."

"What do you want," he asked.

They shrugged. "Maybe I just want to be closer to you."

"Funny."

"I'm serious," (Y/n) insisted. "You're telling me that we have spent all of this time together and you have never thought about what could happen?"

"Nothing could happen."

"Aren't you the big man in charge?"

"(Y/n)."

"Frederick," they muttered, moving even closer to him. They reached their hand out and touched Frederick's tie. "What's the real answer to my question?"

It was tense between them.

"Hello..."

"I've thought about it."

(Y/n) let out a fake gasp. "Really?"

Frederick rolled his eyes.

"Maybe one day," they entertained the thought. "When there are fewer people glaring at us."

It was a dangerous idea. But (Y/n) had said just enough to plant the idea in his head.

Truly, that's all that (Y/n) needed to do. Anything else could be planned without them.

Frederick spent ages questioning the idea. He knew how dangerous it was. If he was asked, he could name every risk off the top of his head. He knew that he shouldn't have even considered it.

But he did.

And it took all too long for Frederick to walk through his front door and find (Y/n) sitting in his living room.

"Welcome home, dear," they said with a smile.

He grinned back.

They stood up and walked over to him. Their arms wrapped around his neck. Both of them sighed. It felt like the weight rolled off of the pair. It was nice.

(Y/n) leaned forward and pressed their lips to his. It was such a perfect moment.

Frederick began to accept that this was all worth it.

For obvious reasons, (Y/n) was confined to Frederick's house after that night.

With all of the pressure, Frederick had no interest in taking any extra risks.

(Y/n) despised that. They were bored and tired.

"I am getting restless," (Y/n) explained, bouncing over the back of the couch to sit next to him. "I've spent years in a cage. I thought that I was meant to be free now. All I have now is nicer clothes."

"And me," Frederick added.

(Y/n) hummed. "I would argue that I had you before. Only difference now is that I can touch you without checking for guards first."

He raised an eyebrow at them. They moved forward and wrapped their arms around his neck. He grinned before leaning forward to press his lips to theirs.

It still felt strange to be able to kiss them with no hesitation.

Frederick wondered if there would ever be a time when he got used to the feeling of their lips on his.

He didn't have much time to entertain the idea before his head was pulled back and something was pressed against his throat. It took him a matter of milliseconds to recognize the thing as the edge of a knife.

"(Y/n), what the hell are you doing," he asked, terrified that all of the risks he had taken were all pointless.

He saw a grin break out on their face. They started laughing as they pulled the blade away. He stared at them.

"Oh, relax," they waved him off as he stared. "Gosh, it was a fun joke."

(Y/n) threw the knife across the floor, letting it slide away from the pair.

"I have to have a little fun when I'm here."

The stunned look on his face was reminiscent of the look he would give if someone spilled wine in his house. Maybe (Y/n) was the equivalent of a stain on all of the white details that filled each other rooms.

Frederick prided himself on his intelligence. He always felt the need to appear smarter than everyone else in a given situation. If he couldn't prove it, then he would act like it.

But now... he was confused. More confused than he ever had been before.

He was lying to the people that worked with him, to law enforcement, to the people that may have still cared about him. All while (Y/n) pulled silly little stunts in the name of "a little fun."

If it had happened once, then Frederick could have moved on with no questions. But it didn't. (Y/n)'s "fun" always seemed to be the result of scaring him half to death. They always giggled like there was no difference between those behaviors and tickling a person.

But there would be these periods of peace. Times when Frederick could look at (Y/n) and fully understand the actions that got him there. He could imagine the love and the need and the lack of logic that was completely logical in his mind.

The scales were tipping back and forth, waiting for the balance to be lost forever and for everything to come crumbling down.

Frederick wasn't sure why that day had been the day he called the FBI. Maybe it was something he saw or some conversation he had. All he knew was that it was the right choice.

(Y/n) made dinner for them.

Each one of them at opposite ends. They acted like nothing was wrong. Like (Y/n) wasn't aware of Frederick's sudden nervousness. They acted like this meal was completely normal.

(Y/n) asked about his day. He asked about theirs.

(Y/n) called him "dear" and looked at him with a terrifyingly loving gaze.

Frederick felt fear shift from his stomach to his throat. Like vomit rising, prepared to come out as soon as he kept his mouth open for a few moments too long.

The police lights shined through the windows in the middle of the meal.

(Y/n) didn't bother looking out the window. They simply scoffed. Frederick took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

(Y/n) rolled their eyes. "You know how much I hate liars, dear."

They stood from their seat and walked to stand in front of the front door. They moved to their knees and laced their hands together behind their head. They saw no purpose in running. Not now.

Frederick stood from the table to watch them.

The SWAT team entered with guns drawn.

(Y/n) offered an obnoxiously polite grin.

Jack Crawford was behind the team.

"Hi, Jack! Been too long, hasn't it?"

"Absolutely," he said in the same taunting voice that (Y/n) had put on.

"How do you like the house," they asked. "I thought it was going to be perfect."

Jack shrugged. (Y/n) laughed.

"You're fun, Jack," they commented.

"You know what else will be fun?" Jack tilted his head as he spoke. (Y/n) acted like an excited kid. "A trip down memory lane."

(Y/n) pretended to be shocked as an officer rounded around (Y/n) and cuffed their wrists.

(Y/n) called out to Frederick as they were led out, "Love you, dear! I'll see you soon!"

And he couldn't tell if the idea made his heart speed up or stop in its tracks.

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Fling 

Frederick Chilton x FEM! Reader

Warning(s): This ENTIRE chapter is just smut. Literally nothing else.

As you were going around the hospital handing out your patients mail, you noticed your boss start walking your way with his cane. You sighed and proceeded doing your work as if you didn’t see him coming towards you. While trying to deliver one of your final patients mail, he had caught up to you.

“Seems like you have no work to do now since you just finished delivering mail,” Frederick said sounding snarky as per usual. 

“No actually I have to-,”

“Please, fill out these files. They need completed by tomorrow,” He interrupted giving you a smirk. 

You took the files and set them down on the cart that you had been delivering the mail on. “Thanks. They’ll be done as soon as possible, doctor.”  You gave him back a smirk and walked back to the closest possible table you could to start. When you sat down and opened the file, you noticed a blue sticky note that he stuck to the inside of the file that read,”MY PLACE TONIGHT @8:00.” You felt your cheeks get rosy as you scoped around your area to make sure nobody was around. 

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You showed up at his door wearing a short satin red dress, black ankle strap heels, and your hair pulled up into a tight ponytail. You knocked on his door and it was like he had been waiting by the door when he answered within a second.  When he opened the door, you smiled at him as he took your hand and lead you inside. he brought you to his couch and you both sat down beside each other. 

“This will be the last time we do this,” You say taking your red Dior lipstick out of your black Kate Spade purse. “I just don’t want people getting suspicious of us. It would be unprofessional for a nurse to be having a fling with their boss.” You bite your lip and adjusted your dress. “Could you please grab me a glass of French Rosẻ?” 

He got up off the couch and went down to his wine cellar. A few minutes later he came back up with the bottle and two glasses. He opened the bottles and sat one glass down, pouring the drink in the other cup. 

“You know you’ve said this before, right,” He said handing you a full glass as he pours himself the other. 

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve been through this before. You say it’s the last time but yet you still keep coming back! It’s like you can’t stand to be without me,” He huffed. “I know that you need me.” He sat back down on the couch next to you and put a hand on your upper thigh. “It’s always ‘the last time’ until we fuck.”

You sigh and lean forward to him, “ It’s just that I can’t get enough of you. Please, just fuck me already.” 

He pulled you onto his lap and you could feel his erection against your thigh. It started as a paced PG-13 makeout scene. He kept his arms around your waist and you kept your hands cupping his face. 

“Lift your arms up,” He demanded. You lifted your arms as he pulled the dress off of you and tossed it on the floor, revealing your black laced bra along with a matching thong. He began to remove his shirt when you got up from sitting on his lap. “Where are you going? Did I do something wrong? You can tell me when to stop whenever,” He said sounding sorry.

“What? No i’m fine,” you said getting on your knees infant of him. “Undo your pants,” you demanded. 

He started to pull down his pants when you started to pull them down to his ankles. He was still sitting on the couch so you got on top of him again, continuing to make out with him. You felt him unclasp your bra and let it slip off of you; The cold air touching your breasts. With one hand, you started running your fingers through his hair and with the other, you slipped your hand under his boxers. He kept both his hands on your back as he kissed you. You broke free from the kiss and set your head down on his shoulder. With the hand underneath his boxers, you started to caress his dick. You heard him give a soft moan into your ear so you started stroking it faster. The faster you went, the more you felt him tense up. He was biting his lip when you felt his cock twitch. Soon after, you felt his cum on your hand. You raised your head from his shoulder and licked his warm jazz off of your hand. He felt you start to slowly lift yourself off of him just a little. 

“Please just put it inside of me,” you begged him.

He aligned himself to your hole and you lowered yourself onto him; His cock now being inside of you. He put his head on your shoulder and started nibbling at your neck. You started rolling your hips before riding him. 

“Fuck you feel so good,” He breathed. With both of his hands, he cupped your breasts and fiddled with your hardened stubs. The position you were in had his cock  nearly hitting your spot, causing you to arch your back and making a louder moan sip out of your mouth. It just made his dick go into a deeper part of you. But fuck, it felt good. He ended up taking control; Thrusting in and out of your pussy. 

“Oh god! Right there! Fuck it feels so good,” you whined. Once he finished kissing all parts of your neck, he moved his head back up to yours, kissing you once again. He tasted of the rosẻ and smelt of rich cologne. With each thrust, you could feel the air breeze past your hot and now sweating bodies. You felt a twitch inside of you and soon enough when he pulled out, you could feel his cum start to drizzle out of you. But you hadn’t finished yet. You got off of him thinking that would be it for the evening but Frederick had other plans. 

“Lay down on the couch and put your hands behind you head,” he demanded. You did as he said and he climbed onto of you, pinning your hands up with just one of his. “God you look so hot beneath me,” he said trying to catch his breath from pumping before. 

“What are you going to do with me babe,” you asked before biting your lip. He didn’t reply; he just stuck two fingers inside of you. At first, you didn’t really feel him finger fucking you until he hooked his fingers and started to stimulate your g-spot. The more he did it, he went faster causing you to lift a little. When you did that, he used the hand that was holding your arms down to keep your back from arching up. “Fuck Fred I love when you put your fingers inside of me. With each hook that he did, you moaned; each time getting progressively louder. Then it happened. Everything around you felt like it was gone. Your back arched and it felt like an out of body experience. But fuck did it feel amazing. The best orgasm that you have ever felt before. You felt him take his fingers out and lick your liquids off of his fingers before helping you off of his couch. 

Frederick handed you your dress, “and for the record, this can be more than just a fling.” 

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Don't Blame Me (Smut)

Summary: if there's one thing that makes Hannibal Lecter lose control, is rudeness.

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x reader, past Alana Bloom x reader (mentioned)

Warnings: Smut!

English is not my first language, if you see any mistake, let me know! It came out a little different than the ask cause I just don't see Hannibal losing his shit like that hahahahah I hope you like it anyway, anon!

Word Count: 2277

It's common knowledge that one must never miss a Lecter soiree. 

Always one of the most expected events of the year, I was lucky and even grateful to be invited. I've known Hannibal since the years on Hopkins, he'd always been Alana's interesting acquaintance, one I never thought I'd catch the attention of. 

Turns out we have more interests in common than I originally thought. He's a skilled artist, so am I. We both enjoy opera, and love to play instruments, mine being mostly flute and oboe. I could still hear the angelic sound of the harpsichord being played half an hour earlier. Impressive how his fingers glided through the keys, how effortlessly he recorded complex tunes to entertain his guests.

"I missed the days that sparkle in your eyes were directed to me" Alana's jest ringed in my ears, making me jump a little. She chuckled. "Look at you all jumpy. Relax, Y/n. He didn't catch you staring."

"Shut up, Lana" I shoved her playfully, sipping the red wine. "Do not get me started on Will Graham and those puppy eyes. He's staring right now, you know. You should give the poor man a chance."

"Okay, I got it. I won't meddle in your affairs anymore."

"There is no affair." I wish there was, I thought to myself, taking another sip of the wine while I eyed Hannibal from afar, talking to an older woman dressed like a peacock. "I…"

"I noticed your glass is nearly empty, so I fetched you another one" a familiar voice came from behind me, and the glass was abruptly removed from my hand and replaced with a fuller one. I contained my desire to roll my eyes once I saw who the intruder was.

"Frederick. Were you also invited or just crashed the party to feast on good things for once?" I teased, narrowing my eyes while looking at the director of the general administrator for Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. 

"My dear Y/n, I wouldn't dream of it. Of course I was invited. Moreover, I would avoid all this meat if I were you. You never know the provenance, if you know what I mean." He lowered his voice, coming closer and almost whispering in my ear. I could not help to actually roll my eyes this time, turning to face him. "I am, after all, restrained to low protein meat, that is."

"You still believe that silly theory that Hannibal is the Chesapeake Ripper? Please, Chilton. I never deemed you to be clever, but this is plain stupidity." I allowed the alcohol to make me more straightforward, chuckling on my words.

"Sticks and stones, little Y/n. Sticks and stones." Chilton teased, stepping away and going to bother someone else with his presence.

"For god's sake, the man is a burden" I whispered to Alana, who cracked at the comment.

"He has always been like this, you know that. I don't fathom why you always allow him to get under your skin."

"I've known Frederick for longer than you, Lana. Believe me, if you give that man a hand, he will most certainly grab your arm, shoulder and everything else you have to offer. Now, if you excuse me, I shall mingle a little bit more before the dinner actually begins. His interaction gave me a sour taste on my tongue."

I clicked my glass to Alana's, walking around the room and chatting to some people. Uninteresting conversations filled my ears and fake smiles made my lips start to tire out, but as soon as Hannibal's chocolate eyes were on me, I felt my entire demeanour change. 

An idea occurred to me as I walked straight to the balcony, hoping he would join me. The night breeze engulfed me and I realized how trapped I was feeling inside that house, with those judgy stares and meaningless conversations. My wine glass remained untouched as I placed it on the strong wood porch, contemplating the cloudless sky.

"Tired of the good old socialization already?" I grunted when I realized that was not the voice I longed to hear, turning back to face Frederick.

"Careful, Chilton. One might say you are stalking me. As far as I remember, that's still a crime." I crossed my arms to show how much I unappreciated his presence, stepping away until my back was against the balcony.

"Come now, what have I done to deserve so much animosity? We used to be colleagues, friends if I dare to be so bold."

"An old dog with difficulty dropping the dry bone he was once given. Are you really that starved, Frederick? That's pitiful." I was aware of how indelicate I was getting, but he was starting to bother me immensely. "If there's one thing you are not, it's bold. Arrogant and extremely annoying, yes. Can't stand to hear a loud no? That checks, too. One must always let go of the past if we wish to evolve. God knows I have."

He dismissed everything I said with a slight wave of his hand, getting closer. I could smell the faint scent of whiskey, imagining that, after the loss of some of his organs, he probably would get drunk much easier. He tried to reach me with his free hand, but awkwardly dropped my glass, causing it to crash a few meters down. 

We were alone and a little far from the other guests. The balcony's door was closed shut. I felt my hands start to tremble a bit, and realized I had to get out of there before things could get out of hand.

"Seriously, Frederick?" I snarled, rolling my eyes. "Playtime is over. Let me through, I'm getting out of here."

"Y/n, I…" he held my wrist with considerable strength, making me gasp. I tried to pull away but he was strong, and before I could snap and finally throw the punch he deserved, a low, deep voice echoed.

"I believe you heard the lady clearly, Dr. Chilton." There was a different gleam in Hannibal's eyes, and I wasn't the only one to notice. Frederick turned paler, letting go of my wrist with haste. "I think you should go. You've had too much wine, I see."

He hesitated, but agreed with a nod, leaving the balcony without looking back. Hannibal stared at him through his shoulder darkly and I released the breath I was holding, my knees would have given out if Hannibal had not held me discreetly, supporting my weight with an arm around my waist.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" He inquired, one hand lifting my face so I could look at him. I was so embarrassed. "Do you need a place to rest?"

"Not at all, Hannibal. Do not worry about me, it was just a fright and the wine. I cannot steal the host of his guests."

"Nonsense. Come, I will take you to the guest bedroom. We can enter through the kitchen, so no one will see your state. Please" he pointed to the other door, showing that there was no space to argue, and I just surrendered, allowing him to guide me through the vast kitchen filled with employees working to the elegant guest bedroom, shutting the door behind us. 

I sat on the comfortable mattress, appreciating the shades of cream and white, and the beautiful vintage-like furniture that seemed to complement the place perfectly. I realized then that Hannibal had fallen silent, and I stared at him with worry. He had turned his back to me, leaning on the dresser, breathing a little heavier.

"Hannibal?" I called, getting up and walking towards him, reaching out with my hand on his shoulder. His face was impassive, but he had that same look in his eyes again, something ancient and darker that wides his pupils and pierces his lips tightly.  I allow myself to reach deeper, caressing his strong arm and feeling the muscles tense under his suit. "What is it?"

"He dared to touch you like that" he pointed in a cold tone. "Like you are someone else's property."

My eyes softened as I felt some butterflies in my stomach, and I took the liberty to grab his chin, kissing his cheek tenderly in appreciation.

"Forget about Frederick, he is immature and arrogant. I will call him tomorrow to address this matter."

He still had that predatorial look in his eyes that gave me shivers, though not the way it should. Something in being that much protected by him made me feel dear and precious like an exotic pearl. 

He would not give in, and I felt bold enough to once more kiss his handsome face, this time on his jawline, near his left ear. That caught his attention, and he towered over me, cradling my face with his enormous hands, making my eyes tremble with the feeling of electricity that flowed through my veins. With no hesitation, his lips crashed against mine, and I moaned into his mouth, the hunger for him making my loins combust. 

"I have wanted this for so long…" I murmured against his neck, his fancy perfume invading my nostrils. He smelled so good. 

"As did I, Y/n. You have been in my thoughts a great deal lately" he confessed, making me blush. Impostor syndrome trying to kick in, I avoid the self-degrading thoughts as I delight in his open mouthed kisses in my skin, gasping in pleasure when he lightly bites my shoulder, enjoying it more than I ever thought I would.

"Your guests…" I tried to be reasonable, a dirty smile playing on my lips.

"The dinner will take a little while longer, I'm afraid" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on the lobe with a mischievous deep chuckle. He lifted my dress to my waist, since we didn't really have that much time to spare, and I got rid of my panties, almost tripping on them with my heels and the rush. 

His hand went to my core, testing how wet I was, and he smiled with how soaked I felt. A loud moan echoed through the room and he removed his hand at once, lifting one finger at me as he would chastise a child. I frowned with frustration, lifting my chin to face him.

"We are not supposed to be too loud, Y/n. You do not want the guests to hear us, do you? Imagine the scandal" that made me laugh with pure bliss, nodding in agreement. "Are you going to be a good girl?"

Oh, fuck. Is this really happening?

"Yes. Yes, I will" I agreed in haste, and he effortlessly lifted me up, sitting me on the dresser and starting to unzip his pants. I tried to control my breathing and anticipation, pleasuring myself with the vision of his hard cock, precum glistening at the tip. He massaged it with his hand for a few seconds before he towered over me, holding my hips in place while he entered me so painfully slowly I nearly sobbed.

To avoid the loud moans, I bit my left fist, suppressing the sounds as my insides clenched to accommodate him. A joyful smile illustrated his lips, his hair falling over his eyes due to the sweat, and he looked like a Greek statue. I could not avoid the mesmerized stare, melting in admiration, as he leaned to cover my lips with his own one more time, his tongue exploring my mouth like he was famished. Still slowly, he started to move his hips, almost both torturing and indulging me at the same time. I entangled my legs around him, pulling him closer to the point one could swear we were one. He moaned my name, followed by an almost savage growl that sent vibrations through my entire body and, for a while, I regretted how little time we had. He seemed to sense that, rushing his movements until the dresser started to hit the wall and, for a moment, I was certain everyone outside could hear us. 

So much for discretion, I thought, grabbing his broad shoulders while he inserted himself deeper and deeper inside of me. His thumb began to stimulate my clit and, sensing I would begin to cry out at any moment, Hannibal silenced me with his lips, allowing me to moan against his mouth as I felt the tension start to build up in my lower abdomen.

I felt him pull out his cock, replacing it with his skilled fingers, finishing on my thighs. I followed him right after, covering my mouth until my moans were unsteady breaths. 

I hadn't even realized Hannibal had left until he came back from the suite with a hot towel, starting to clean me up. I thanked him with a sweet kiss, doing my best to fix his clothes and hair. We both knew it wouldn't do any good, but he enjoyed my caresses and how I took care of him as well. He took one of my hands — the one Chilton grabbed like a brute earlier — and kissed my wrist, right where small purple bruises began to form. 

"We should go back. Who is going to serve dinner? We're being unforgivably selfish" I taunted, chuckling lightly.

"Perhaps you should be my dinner, then" he jested, and I openly laughed, shoving him playfully.

"Later. If you'll have me, that is." I lifted my eyebrows with expectation, staring at his brown irises.

"It would be my pleasure, Y/n" with a last kiss, he went to the bathroom suite to fix his appearance, leaving me with a silly smile and a warm feeling in my chest.

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send in requests!! dark stuff, taboo stuff, fluffy stuff, smutty stuff—whatever you’re wanting!!

rules: I don’t write for ships, only reader insert. I only write dark/taboo stuff.

stuff I write: incest, abusive relationships, cnc, non con, grooming relationships, age gaps, murder, kidnapping etc. (request whatever you like if it isn’t in the list)

stuff I don’t write: underage stuff or anything involving minors, I only write legal age readers (I’m 21, so I would write for 20+). Piss, scat, snuff.

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While working on Chilton and Details I got to this......

AU Chilton where Chilton is a Dating Expert

And writes a lot of advice books about the smallest details in relationships and the art of seduction.

So it’s only natural to write the next thing.

Please excuse the absolutely random thing that it is.......

I also usually post things like this on my personal blog but I can’t move it from drafts to the other one. And I usually do not write things so this is it.

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Dr. Chilton’s Guide to how to eat cheese in an alluring manner.

....To illustrate the proper way of eating cheese, I will use  my own photos.

Firstly, and most importantly -- pin your sight into the person that sits across you (presumably your partner).

Next and while never shifting your sight away from their eyes, apply a slight, inviting smile and slowly open your lips.

Leisurely, but with a steady and sure move, guide the fork and the cube cheese attached to it into your mouth, close your lips around it, and free the cheese cube into your mouth.

Slowly slide the fork out from between your lips.

Additionally:

Don’t forget the charming smile.

Never move your gaze away while you are applying this technique.

Guaranteed, it will leave them mesmerized by your skill to do something as simple as a cheese eating, in a way so alluring.

An excerpt from “The Art of Cheese Seduction” by Dr. Frederick Chilton

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A/N: I  apologize I could not resist. I got the inspiration. I love my Chilly <3 :P

“Please teach me Dr.Chilton..... your ways of eating cheese in an alluring manner.” xD

P:S In the movie all that happens very quick, and he is not lingering on the cheese eating a lot, so it’s not really like this but you know ...xD and while sorting screens it came the other way around lol

[house-of-slayterr]

A Dinner to Die For:

Tag: @iloveslasher @myers-meadow-selfship

Meadow’s POV:

My schedule was packed to the brim today. I had an early morning meeting with the school board over coffee. I had three classes to teach. And then I had to be home for Hannibal’s dinner party. I was sort of excited for it, Frances helped me pick out a fancy new dress that would knock his socks off.

Sure, maybe my focus should be on actually trying to impress his friends. But I am a woman with needs, and what this woman needs is to be roughly manhandled by her fiancé after teasing him all night. It was the perfect plan, truly. Hannibal was a strong man, but even he couldn’t resist such a simple tactic.

I flatted out my dress as I got out of the car, walking into the coffee shops to see my boss already seated.

“Ahhh, miss Meadow, early as always.”

“Early is on time, on time is late.” I laughed.

“And that’s exactly what I love about you as an employee. Please, sit, I’ve already ordered us some cinnamon cappuccinos.”

“Sound delicious.”

“So, I know you’re wondering why I had to meet with you today. I’ve, there’s no real easy way to approach this subject I guess.”

“Whatever you have to say to me sir, I will be civil as always. There’s no stress here.” I offered.

He seemed a bit high strung. More so than usual. I suppose it wouldn’t be easy it be the head of the board or directors at a university.

“Truly, it’s not a big deal, but you know how these things go.”

I nodded as the barista set our cups at the table, thanking her and handing her a tip as she left to serve someone else.

“A few of the female students have had some complaints?”

“Oh? I was not aware of this.”

“It’s seems, despite me thinking your attire is completely appropriate, they aren’t on the same page. It’s petty, high school nonsense, but they’ve had some complaints about their boyfriends not paying attention during your lectures because there too busy staring at your um…” he cleared his throat, trailing off the sentence.

“Oh, alright. I guess I’ll wear cardigans to class now.”

“Thanks, you know I never would have said anything if-“

“It’s ok Herb, you’re just doing your job. It’s not my fault I have a nice figure, but if it’s genuinely distracting to my students I will try my best to combat that.”

“We’ll that was the extent of business, sorry I set so much time aside for the meeting, you know how it is.”

“Yeah. It’s fine we can just relax and enjoy our coffee for a minuet. It’s peaceful. How are you doing, how are the kids?”

“Oh they’re kids.”

I laughed lightly.

“That and huh?”

“Lacy is suffering from ‘daddy’s girl’ syndrome and Blake doesn’t like it. But how am I meant to stay mad at this face? I hate making my wife the bad guy, but I just can’t do it!”

He showed me a picture of his daughter. She was positively adorable. I didn’t much care for kids, which is why I taught in college. But I could appreciate them for what they were.

“Yeah, I bet with those eyes she gets out of a lot.” I chuckled.

“Don’t you know it. She’s learned the dreaded ‘please’ coupled with the puppy dog eyes. I crack every time. But Blake’s been doing good, he’s starting middle school this year.”

“Is that so? Already! I swear he was just born yesterday.”

“Time flies I guess. Lacy starts kindergarten too, so my wife will have some time alone finally. I feel bad leaving her with the kids all day, but she gets to go out at night with her girls. So we compromise.”

“You have to appreciate a father who actually watches his children. Do you know how many of the male professors I’ve talked to during our monthly mixers that refer to watching their kids as ‘babysitting’? It’s appalling.”

Herb groaned.

“God I know! I could never disconnect myself form my family like that. They’re my everything, no matter how much of a pain in the ass they are. Oh, I’m vo graduations on your engagement by the way. You seem happy, if any deserves it it’s you.”

“Thank you. Honestly it’s so strange, I never really thought I’d be the Marrying type.”

“Have any ideas for the wedding yet?”

“Umm no, we’re taking our time with engagement. Who’s to say just because he put a ring on my finger we gotta get married next month, or even in the next year. I sort of like the title finance.”

Herb laughed lightly.

“I was the opposite. Me and Henrietta eloped, my mother was furious! But we’re thinking this year we’ll have a proper event. That way the kids can be involved in the ceremony when we renew our vows.”

“Oh gosh, that sounds wonderful!”

“You’re invited of course. You’re the best person on my pay roll, I would be honoured to have you there.”

“And I would be honoured to be there for you. You’re one of the best bosses I’ve ever had.”

“You can bring the fiancé.”

“Oh, umm I didn’t tell you did I?”

He shook his head.

“Two fiancés actually. Doctor Lecter and I are polyamorous. I’m afraid my dear Frances would have a fit if they weren’t invited as well. They keep asking to meet my work friends, would it still be ok if I had two plus ones?”

“Oh, gosh, of course. I would love to finally meet this Doctor of yours, and Frances sounds lovely. Consider them invited.”

“Thank Herb, I’m glad things are working out for the both of us. This meeting was nice, you know, other than discovering a bunch of 20 something are apparently getting turned on in my Entomology course.” I laughed.

He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah, wasn’t exactly the type of thing I ever wanted to have to call a meeting about. I really do feel for all the nonsense all the women on my staff have to deal with. Please let me know if there’s anything I can ever actively do to combat stuff like this. Telling you to cover up just doesn’t feel right.”

“Will do boss. You’re one of the good ones Herb, remember that.”

I went to leave some money at the table to pay for my coffee but he stopped me.

“Please, it’s on me.”

I gave him a smile before sending a friendly wave to the barista that had served us. As I made it to the car, I pulled out my phone to check my messages. One from Frances.

Frances:

Don’t tell Hannibal yet, but I had a job interview today and I think it went really well.

Also, I hope your morning meeting went well, have a good day at work.

Also, Also, I can’t wait to see you tonight, or the look on Hannibal’s face ;)

I rolled my eyes at the last message. But I couldn’t help but smile down at my screen. I was used to them texting me everyday, but lately they’ve been more into it. It was sort of adorable, every morning I’d get some sort of good morning text. Around my lunch time, they would sneak little sticky notes into the lunched Hannibal packed that had some sort of corny joke on them. And a “drive safe <3” text when they knew I was about to drive home.

I think they grew bored with sitting around the house all day. After much convincing from both Hannibal and I, the finally agreed to take it easy. Take the time to fully recover from everything they’ve gone through. They hated to admit it, but there was still a lot of physical pain to heal from. And more importantly, mental. But they assured me sessions had been going well with Alana. And I could see the fruits of fruit hard work. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them this happy. Other than when they were on the stage.

Meadow:

My lips are sealed. Meeting went well, Herb wants to meet you. I’ll give more details when you tell me all about this mystery interview later.

I’m off to work, today we’ll be discussing the Giraffe Weevils! Did you know they have them on display in the San Fransisco zoo? Perhaps we can convince Hannibal to take us one day.

Have a good day Darling, I’ll be home soon <3

I didn’t usually like to send emoticons in my messages, but Frances had difficulty reading tone. And besides, it was nice to reciprocate their energy, it made everything feel more casual. They always said I should stop writing my texts as if they were emails. And I think now I understood what they meant. I waited another moment before starting my car, and heard the familiar ding of my phone.

Frances:

Zoo!!!!

I chuckled. Of course that was the only part of that conversation they focused on. I set my phone down and drive to work. I was annoyed with my class for sure. It was entirely embarrassing to be called to your bosses office over something so trivial. But life goes on.

Class went by without any particular problems. It was nice that everything was easy today. No mess, no emergencies, just normal people stuff. And now I got to go home and see my beautiful fiancé and my best friend. And eat dinner and drink wine and not have a single cafe in the world. The perfect end to a mediocre day.

Hannibal greeted me at the door with a swift kiss.

“How was your day my love?”

“Good, it was nice Hannibal. We now have a wedding to go to though.”

“Oh?” He asked, leading me to the kitchen were he was finishing up the feast for his dinner party.

“My boss, he wants to have a proper wedding this time with his kids involved. He invited the three of us.”

“Sounds lovely My Dear.”

He kissed my forehead as I made my way around the counter to sit on the seat. He’d always playfully glare at Frances when they would forgo proper etiquette and hoist themselves up onto the counter top. I would always laugh because it never took him long to drop his frown. I didn’t realise a small chuckle passed my lips.

“And what are you so happy about over there?” He asked.

Oh he was definitely in a good mood today. Hannibal had what I would describe as pleasant moods. Almost as if he detail time in his schedule to have a nice moment. They were careful and calculated, and while sometimes organic, they still felt meticulously planned. Like he only allowed himself to be happy for so long, before he returned to being neutral. And don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed those moments. But this was so much better, to be privy to Hannibal’s natural and blinding smile was something I thanked god for. It was special.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am to see this side of you. You have a gift for making me feel loved and warm.” I said.

“Well I would hope my soon to be wife felt loved by me. I would be miserable at my job if I couldn’t even do that.”

A joke. A rare tease from the mouth of a man who was so stoic and apathetic. I couldn’t stop a grin from taking over my features, and frankly I didn’t want to.

“Oh, so I’m a job to you now hmmm?” I teased.

He made his was across the kitchen, leaning over the counter.

“I don’t hear you complaining whenever I say yes ma’am. And your heart skips a beat and you get that pathetic little look of admiration in those pretty eyes of yours.”

I could feel his breath on my cheek now. And I was certain they were as red as an apple by now.

“Doctor Lecter! Our guest will be here any minute.” I scolded.

“I could always send them away.” He said smoothly.

I had to bite my tongue to strangle the noise bubbling in my throat. Just then the door bell rang.

“You’re unbelievable.” I laughed.

It wasn’t Frances, they have a key. And I couldn’t help but wonder why they weren’t home yet. I sighed, putting on a smile and opening the door for our first guest. Jack and Alana, both always on time.

“Welcome you guys, please come in.” I greeted.

“Whatever Hannibal is cooking smells lovely.” Alana complimented.

“Doesn’t it always?” Jack added.

I let out a short laugh, leading them to the dinning room. One by one our guest for the evening rolled in, but still no Frances. I frowned, checking my phone under the table. Hannibal gently squeezed my hand and whispered in my ear.

“Where is Frances, Darling?” He gently asked.

I sighed.

“I’m sure they be here soon.”

Frances POV:

I raked a forceful hand through my hair. I was pissed, no I was beyond pissed. The audacity of that man, inviting me to an interview under false pretences. And now I was going to be late to dinner. This was bad. I felt awful, Hannibal hated it when people were late. And I was never late to anything. I chuckled at the joke I usually told about even being early to my own birth.

I adjusted my suit jacket in the bathroom and cleaned myself up before heading to my car. I used to just walk everywhere but Hannibal insisted upon buying me the thing. He even got it custom painted in my favourite colour as a surprise. I smiled fondly at the memory. As I wrapped my fingers around the wheel I noticed the faintest hint of a bruise blooming on my knuckles. Shit. Hannibal would definitely notice that.

I drove as quickly as possible to the house, fixing my hair and collecting myself before going in. The soft murmur of voicing was surprisingly calming. At least everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. I quickly made my way to the head of the table to greet Hannibal and apologise for my absence. I didn’t want him to be upset with me.

“Je suis terriblement désolé d'être en retard, Mon Amour, le temps m'a échappé.”

I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. I knew Hannibal wasn’t much for public displays of affection but it felt appropriate. And I’m as certain he’d think the same.

“Suis-je pardonné?”

I placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to give Meadow a kiss on her forehead as well as a silently apology for my tardiness. I noticed Hannibal’s eyes lingering on my hand and cursed under my breath. But quickly replaced a smile on my face. I swiftly moved to take my seat between Meadow and Will.

“Nous parlerons plus tard.” Hannibal offered.

“Of course, Darling.”

“You ok?” Will asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Just tried to get here as quick as I could.”

“I’m glad you could make it, Hannibal wouldn’t let us start without you.” Jack commented.

There was no malice in his words, just a playful dribble of banter. I sent him a small smile and rolled my eyes.

“We’ll please, don’t starve on my account.” I laughed.

The food Hannibal prepared was delicious as always. I didn’t realise how hungry I was until I took the first bite.

“So, Meadow, Hannibal tells me you’re a professor at the local university.” A man I’d never met before asked her.

I glanced over his appearance, it was clear he was trying to impress his host. But the smug look that never seemed to leave his face annoyed me. His body was tense, but not overly so. Like he was straining to make polite conversation.

“Oh, yes. I quite enjoy my job. I’m an Entomology professor.”

“Entomology?” He asked.

“They study bugs.” Will offered an answer.

“Wasn’t aware there was much to study there.” He commented flippantly.

My fork was firmly planted on my plate as I clenched my fists under the table and took a deep breath. How dare this stranger come into our house and be rude to my Meadow. But I had to remain civil, I’d already lost my cool once today. And being late didn’t put me in any favour with my beloved. I couldn’t mess this up, it was one dinner.

“Most scientific studies are actually quite impressive and require a great level of intellect, don’t you think?” I asked.

“I suppose so, I don’t believe we’ve been introduce yet. Frederick Chilton.” He offered.

“Frances.”

“Just Frances?” He challenged.

“Just Frances.”

Will gave a confused look from beside me. Probably thrown off by my unusual behaviour.

“I didn’t mean anything by my earlier statement Miss Meadow, I hope you take no offence. I was simply unaware of that branch of science.”

“It’s alright Mr. Chilton.” She shot me a warning look, “most people don’t put much thought into insects. They’re quite exquisite creatures, very important to our ecosystem.”

“I believe you.”

“Mosquitos cannot possibly be important.” Jack laughed.

“And that’s where you’re wrong Mr Crawford. They’re very important in the fertilisation of plants. Though I do suppose we could survive without them, no species relies solely on them for substance.”

“Like I said, not important.”

She laughed as his joke.

“I guess not.”

“Did you know the females only seek blood after they’ve laid their eggs? They require protein to recover.” I added to the conversation.

Meadow looked pleasantly surprised. I chuckled lightly.

“I do listen when you talk, Mon Coeur.”

“Are you from France?” Frederick asked.

I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Oui monsieur, I was moved to America by my previous dance company when I turned fifteen. Maintained my citizenship shortly after that. The United States immigration system is far more forgiving to children.”

“And what was that like?” Alana asked.

“What, moving?” I asked confused.

“No, living in France. Do you miss it?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Sometimes. I don’t remember most of it, stages look the same everywhere, you know?”

“Perhaps I should take you back to France again someday.”

Hannibal spoke up for the first time in a long time that night. He was often content with just listening, a side effect of his job I guess. His words were soft and sincere, at least he was content to be mad at me all evening.

“I would enjoy that very much.” I smiled at him.

“You’ve been to France before right Hannibal?” Alana asked him.

“Yes, a few times now actually. It’s nice there, very quiet.”

He was right, it was quiet. But I couldn’t really bring myself to miss it. What did I have there? Nothing. No one. And quiet got boring. But here, I was never bored. I had friends, and a family. The best partners I could ever have asked for, and I wasn’t even looking. I’m the grand scheme of all the bullshit in my life, they were more than worth it. They made me whole, the way I never thought I could be. I didn’t notice a small tear escape and roll down my cheek.

“You alright Frances?” Will asked once more that evening.

“Huh?”

I quickly wiped the tear from my cheek.

“Yeah, I think I just need a moment. Excuse me.”

I pushed my chair out from under than me and quickly sauntered over to one of our guest rooms. I felt stupid for crying. I hated crying. It was the absolute worst feeling in the world. Even if they were mostly happy tears. So then, why did I feel so awful right now? I heard a gentle knock on the door and was surprised to see Will. He peaked his head in through the door and when he saw no hesitation from me he entered, closing the door behind him.

“What, Hannibal couldn’t even leave his own dinner party?” I joked.

But it didn’t seem to land as his frown deepened.

“I’m worried about you.” He said.

“Don’t be.”

“I’m serious Frances.” He sat beside me on the bed. “You’re my best friend, and you deserve to be happy.”

“And how many times have I said that same thing to you, Mon Ami?”

“Une fois de trop.” He laughed.

It was nice that he and Hannibal could understand me. Meadow didn’t know much French yet but she was learning, and it meant everything to me. She was so cute when she stumbled over her words, and got all flustered after. William placed his hand on mine, making me turn to look at him.

“I’m just-“ I sighed, “I just love them so much, and I know it’s stupid-“

“That’s not stupid.”

“I’ve never loved anybody before William. And I guess I’m scared. We don’t exactly have the most traditional relationship.”

“You hate traditions.” He pointed out.

I laughed softly. He always knew how to make me feel better.

“What happened to your hand?”

“Punched some dumb asshole.”

The look of shock on his face was something to savour. It was hilarious.

“I gotta tell Hannibal but I’m afraid he’ll be upset with me. I was already late, and I keep thinking, what if this is it? What if he realises I’m too much to deal with and leaves me. I mean, why wouldn’t he? He has Meadow and she’s perfect. God, she’s so fucking perfect Will!”

I exasperatedly threw my hands up and fell backwards onto the bed. I hadn’t expected him to start laughing. Why the hell was he laughing? I shot back up and looked at him bewildered.

“Frances I swear, sometimes you are the dumbest person I know.”

“Gee, thanks.” I deadpanned.

“They fucking love you, everyone can see it. The way Meadow’s face lights up every-time you walk into a room. The way she leans in with a smile when you’re talking. And Hannibal, he keeps your favourite flowers in his office because he knows you’re allergic, but they make him smile every-time he looks at them. And he has a photo of the three of you proudly displayed in his desk. It’s the only piece of personal decor in that clinical room.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Frances nobodies leaving you. You think after everything we’ve all been through, you punching some idiot is gonna be the straw that breaks the camels back?”

“I guess that does sound kinda silly.” I sighed. “And Hannibal’s therapy is wearing off on you, you’re starting to sound like him.” I joked, nudging his shoulder.

“Don’t ever say that again.”

I raised my hands in mock surrender.

“Now, I know Frederick is another dumb asshole, but you think you can go back out there and not punch him in the face?”

“I don’t know, will be a pretty difficult task.”

“You’ve never met a task you couldn’t accomplish.”

I smiled.

“What would I do without you Will?”

“Oh you’d definitely be a total disaster.” He grinned.

“You’re lucky I love you.” I squinted.

I head him softly mutter a “yeah I am.”

The rest of the dinner went by smoothly. At least I knew if nobody had my back, Will did. Well him and Winston, that dog was the cutest thing on the damn planet. Will was the last to leave, lingering to make sure I was ok. I walked him to the door and bid him goodnight.

“You better give Winston and the others some love for me or else.”

“You spoil them too much.”

I scoffed.

“Says Mr I keep treats in my coat pocket in case I come across a new stray. Goodnight William.”

“Goodnight Frances.”

I slowly shuffled into the kitchen, knowing I had to get this over with. Hannibal was busy scrubbing dishes while Meadow dried them.

“I’m sorry I was late.” I started.

“It’s ok, we were just a little worried about you. You didn’t send me a text or anything.” Meadow said.

“Yeah sorry, got a bit caught up.”

“So you said.”

Shit, he sounded angry. I hated when he was angry.

“What happened to your hand?”

Of course there was concern, but his approach wasn’t nearly as gentle as Will’s. I fidgeted with my hands, but looked up when I heard the sink turn off. They were both looking at me now and I felt like a little kid.

“Does it hurt?” Meadow asked softly, breaking the tension a little.

I shook my head no.

“Ummm, I was at that job interview I was telling you about earlier.” I started.

Hannibal raised a brow, having never heard it mentioned until now. And I felt bad for that too. But I wanted to surprise him, I wanted it to be a good surprise. And now it just wasn’t.

“Oh, yeah, how did that go?” Her tone was a bit more cheerful.

“I got the job.” I said.

“That’s great, Frances, I’m so proud of you.”

“That doesn’t explain my question.”

I frowned. I knew he was upset but I figured if I delivered the good news first he’d at least be happy.

“Turns out, the interview wasn’t really meant to be an interview and now I feel stupid.” I mumbled.

All hardness dropped from his face and Meadow looked concerned. She came over to me, silently asking for permission if she could touch me, which I gratefully gave to her. She gently grabbed my hand, running her hands over the bruise.

“I’m sorry.” She stated simply.

It was sincere, earnest, now fluff to distract from its meaning. Which was something I loved so much about her. She didn’t surround herself with filler words with worthless meaning. If Meadow said something, you couldn’t help but believe it.

“What happened?”

It was still angry, but not at me. Which eased my nerves a little. I just stood there staring at my feet. I didn’t know how to explain what happened. I should have realised something was up.

“Frances, please.” He said softly.

I finally looked up at him and he looked defeated. It made my heart break.

“Umm, yeah.” God I cringed.

I sounded so weak and disoriented when I was upset. It’s like every word I ever knew flew from my head to fast for me to catch them.

“I was really excited when I got the phone call saying they were interested. But a few questions into the interview I realised he wasn’t really interested in an interview. You know I’m really bad about telling when people are flirting with me.”

“The interview was flirting with you?” And there was that anger again.

“But I promise I shut it down right away. I kept trying to dodge him until the interview was over but he kept pushing. He tried to kiss me when I went to leave, and I just sorta froze again. But then he started saying something about me not getting the job unless I gave him what he wanted and I lost it. So I punched him, god I’m so sorry Hannibal.”

I watched him take a shaky breath and prepared for him to yell at me, squeezing Meadow’s hand, but it never came.

“That’s awful, I’m so sorry you had to experience that.” Meadow said kindly.

She pulled me in for a hug.

“Why would you be sorry, Love?”

Hannibal said in a shaky breath.

“Did he hurt you?” He asked more evenly.

“No. After I punched him he called me a bitch. But I um, I told him that what he did was assault. And I may have mentioned that my best friend was in the FBI. So I guess I may or may not be blacking mailing my boss. But yay, new job right!” I tried to put on a smile.

“Absolutely not.” Hannibal seethed. “You’re not going anywhere near that man ever again.”

“Hannibal-“ Meadow tried.

“I said no. Frances there are other jobs, if I ever made you feel pressured to start working again that was not my intention.” He said honestly.

“Not jobs that I want. Hannibal I really really want this job. And I think it will be good for me. I can handle some perverted asshole. If I turned down a job every time someone tried to touch me I’d never have a job again.” I said dismissively.

Not of his feelings of course, more of my own. He had every right to be upset about the situation. We were engaged, I love him and somebody made me feel worthless and gross.

“Then you’re not getting a job.” He said.

“Darling, just please listen to them ok. You can be a little headstrong sometimes.”

“He tried to kiss them Meadow, does that not matter to you?”

I flinched a little at his tone. It was hard to remind myself that he wasn’t actually angry with either of us.

“Of course it does! How could you ask me that?”

Fuck, this isn’t what I wanted. I didn’t want to start a fight. Maybe Will was wrong, maybe I shouldn’t be here. It was my fault they were arguing and I felt helpless against it.

“I want to go down there and kick this man where the sun doesn’t shine, but Frances is trying to talk to us. The least we can do is listen to their reasoning.”

He sighed and turned back to see me now shaking. The panic in his eyes didn’t make me feel any better. He took a step toward me, but I stepped back, hugging my arms around myself.

“Frances?” He tried.

“Please don’t fight because of me. I don’t want you to fight.” I said frantically.

“I’m sorry I raised my voice. Everything ok My Love, just breath for me alright?”

I nodded, taking a shaky deep breath. He waited for me to calm myself a little before stepping near me again. This time I didn’t move and he swiftly swept me into a bone crushing hug. He gentle caressed my head.

“Tell me about this job, yeah?” He asked softly.

“It’s a teaching position. I’ll be teaching a few different style of dance to children a couple days a week. And one adult class on Friday evenings.” I explained.

Meadow stayed back, just watching.

“And you’ll be happy doing this.”

“I really will.”

He sighed once more.

“Fine, but I’m dropping you off on your first day. I want to meet him.”

“No!” Meadow and I said in sync.

“Relax my loves, I’m not going to do anything. I just want him to know he can’t touch what’s mine.”

I giggled lightly at that. Meadow rolled her eyes.

“So jealous.” She teased playful.

“I’m not jealous Darling, that would mean I’m envious of something that man has, which is highly unlikely. Jealousy is beneath me.”

“You keep telling yourself that buddy.”

I gently tapped on his chest twice, and he raised a brow looking down at me.

“You two are going to be the death of me, you know that right?” He asked.

Meadow joined in on the hug, crushing me between them.

“Oh no, dying surrounded by love and adoration, I feel so sorry for you.”

Her sarcasm was contagious. Hannibal rolled his eyes.

“Do me a favour,” Hannibal started.

“Yes, anything.” I said, smiling up at him.

“Next time you feel like you have to punch something, call me. I don’t want you damaging that pretty skin of yours.” He said smoothly.

He placed a gentle kiss on my knuckle and I giggled once more.

“Always the gentleman.” I teased.

“Are you alright from earlier?” He asked, referring to dinner.

“Yeah, William and I had a good chat. He’s good people Hannibal, please don’t ruin him.”

“I’m not ruining anybody, Darling, at least not anyone who didn’t deserve it. William is my friend.”

Such a simple answer. But I could tell he meant it.

“Thank you.”

I leaned up and kissed his cheek.

“I don’t know about the two of you, but all this arguing made me tired.” Meadow grinned, before sprinting off to the bedroom.

I followed quickly after her, trying to beat her to the bed. It was chidlinsh, but maybe that what we needed at a time like this. By the time Hannibal made it to the room, the two of us were nearly in a pillow fight. He chuckled softly leaning against the door frame. He cleared his throat, gaining our attention.

“Oh, and Frances… if your boss ever so much as looks at you wrong again, we’re having him for dinner.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that.

An: This all takes place before they were ever married still. Also I picked one of my special interests for Meadow’s career so then I can write more accurately about it. Can’t get in the mindset of a super smart college professor if you don’t know anything about the subject they’re supposed to be an expert in.

[cannibalcharon]

Drunk and desperate for Hannibal but it’s Mamma Mia

[hypocratic]

don't lie to me.

killing eve sentences.

Frederick crosses his legs, his posture easing into place, having found a point of entry. "Do you regularly interpret another's claim of care—" deliberately focused, like applying pressure to a bruise: "about you—as false?"

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Hello, thank you for writing the imagine, I loved it so much, I came to torment you again and ask if you could write another one? *3* Hannigram x reader, some hilarious situation where they get jealous but the reader doesn't notice lol which ends up resulting in a smut hihi

Hey again!! ❤️ not a torment at all, thanks for requesting once more!! Im soooo excited for this i havent written much jealousy for them!!!!

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After the final guest of Hannibal’s dinner party had finally left, you felt like you could breathe once again. It had been a long night of both entertaining and running around to make sure things went smoothly.

Your heels came off first, and you groaned with relief. You had been so wrapped up with everything that you hadn’t noticed Will or Hannibal brooding for the last hour.

What caused their ill humor was a burning jealousy, but not one you had consciously caused. Instead, Dr. Chilton was to blame.

My, you two, I did not think you would show off your conquest so… brazenly. But I cannot say I blame you. That sort of beauty is best admired up close, don’t you think?

And lo and behold, they had seen him introducing himself to you later on. They couldn’t hear your conversation, but they still noticed his efforts to make you laugh. Still, they didn’t want to cause a scene.

On your end of things, Frederick had been charming but respectful, just another one of Hannibal and Will’s acquaintances that you didn’t think much of. You were unaware of just how much he liked getting a rise out of your partners, simply because it amused him.

You found them in the kitchen, Hannibal putting away wine glasses while Will leaned against the counter nursing glass of scotch. You approached him with a tired but content smile, intent on undoing his tie for him.

He observed you quietly for a moment, a muscle in his jaw still twitching with leftover tension.

“Long night, I know,” you said, misreading his expression. “My social battery’s completely drained, too.”

“Some people were enjoying themselves perhaps too much,” Hannibal said. “You stirred much interest.”

“Me?” You said, confused. “Well, I was trying to be a good hostess.”

“A very beautiful one, at that,” Will added.

You blushed a little, grinning. “I did get some compliments here and there.”

He made a hmph sound and in the next moment, he drew you in for a kiss. You chuckled softly, now understanding the possessiveness of his action.

Hannibal set down the glasses and approached as well. Without breaking the kiss with Will, you reached back for him.

But instead of letting you bring him closer, he kneeled behind you.

“What’s gotten into you!?” You gasped as Hannibal yanked down your panties, hiking up your dress.

“I have to have you,” he rasped. “I need your taste.”

He was usually the less frantic of the two, but it seemed his composure had been thrown out the window. To see him like that ignited something deep in your core.

Will grasped your chin and brought your lips back to his. You moaned into his mouth at the first swipe of Hannibal’s tongue.

Jealousy always led to their passionate reclaiming of you, and you were already aware that you had a long, long night ahead of you. Perhaps you would have to find ways to make it happen more often.

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[bi-bard]

First Kiss (Pt. 2) - Hannibal Preference (NBC's Hannibal)

Title: First Kiss

Characters: Alana Bloom, Margot Verger, Frederick Chilton, Beverly Katz, Abigail Hobbs, Bedelia Du Maurier

Word Count: 1,894 words

Warning(s): (Alana's) very subtle hint to sex, mentions of attack (and Hannibal), (Margot's) mentions of Mason Verger, (Abigail's) mentions of bad parenting, (Frederick's) none, (Beverly's) none, (Bedelia's) none

Author's Note: Here's a Hannibal preference for more than just the murder husbands. If there's a character that I missed that you want me to write about, then let me know and I'll see if there's enough to make a third part (I kinda just put my favorites here).

If you wanna read the part involving the murder husbands, click here!

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Alana Bloom:

It was the first time I had seen Alana since her run-in with Hannibal.

The hospital had been hesitant about letting in visitors, so when she called me to join her for drinks, I was ecstatic.

She had a cane now but there was something else that seemed different. There was a clear shift in her behavior.

She leaned on her cane with a drink in her free hand. I leaned against the wall, almost studying her.

"You're looking at me like I'm a wounded animal," she pointed out.

"I'm sorry," I said immediately, looking down at my drink.

"It's okay," she replied. "I just want you to see that I'm okay."

"I see that," I promised. "It's just... I'm just worried, Alana. It's my nature."

She nodded, "The worst part of all this is the wasted time."

"Alana, you didn't-"

"I should've left Hannibal's house with you that night," she cut me off. "Would've saved me from that relationship, the fight, the physical therapy I had to go through."

I had offered her a ride home from Hannibal's dinner party. She must've seen that as her turning point.

"I could've been happy," she added. "With you."

I took a deep breath at the thought, "We... We still could... be happy together, I mean."

"After everything that's happened?"

"As long as I'm with you, I don't really care," I shrugged.

I walked over to her slowly. I leaned in and kissed her slowly. My free hand cupped the side of her face as she kissed me back.

Standing there, kissing her in her living room, was the time I felt most alive.

I let out a breathless chuckle when we finally pulled away, "Wanna make up for that lost time?"

"I can think of nothing better," she replied as she placed the glass on the counter and leaned in to kiss me again.

Margot Verger:

I had been hired to work on the Verger estate years ago. I was mostly confined to the stables. Feeding, cleaning, helping Margot. It wasn't a terrible job on its own. Mason just made everything miserable.

I basically had to turn a blind eye to everything he did. I had no idea what the consequences would be if I didn't. I just knew that I hadn't seen the last person who confronted Mason about his behavior.

The longer I was there, the more I saw, the more it broke my heart.

I had been putting Margot's horse away when she walked in to meet me. I tried not to stare, but I can see the expression on her face as she tried to hide any of the pain.

"He shouldn't treat you like that," I said softly. She looked at me. "You two are siblings. He just... it's disgusting how he treats you."

She softly grinned, "Thank you."

I nodded and went back to my work.

"You always have been very kind to me," she added.

"I'm pretty sure it's part of my job," I replied.

"But it's so much more than that," she continued. "I've seen you almost every day for about a year. Maybe more. You've become... a comfort to me."

When I looked back at her, she was standing directly in front of me. I immediately felt nervous. She took another step forward, mere inches between our bodies.

"Seeing you every day has been very nice."

"I feel the same, Margot," I felt my face heating up.

She hesitantly took another step forward before leaning in slowly. She pressed her lips against mine briefly. I tried to kiss her back, but she pulled away before I could.

"I'll come back tonight," she muttered. "Meet me here?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I promise. I'll be here."

She grinned before stepping back and going to leave. I let out a breath once I knew that I was on my own.

Holy shit.

Abigail Hobbs:

Abigail and I had become friends when she entered the Port Haven psychiatric facility. I had been the only person who didn't turn a cold shoulder to her. Because I didn't think she deserved it.

We spent most of our time together. The only exceptions were during group therapy, at night, or when one of us had visitors.

There was one time when I violated those exceptions.

My mother had come to visit. It didn't help me much. I was left in this messy headspace that I couldn't get out of. My mother was the reason I ended up here and all she did was remind me of all the ways I was messed up. How unfair it was that I ended up this way because it looked bad on her parenting.

My brain was fixed on seeing Abigail. I found my way to her room that night. She looked up from her book when the door opened.

"What are you doing," she asked as I carefully shut the door. She looked worried when she saw my face. "Oh my god."

"My- My mom showed up," I muttered, wiping my tears. "And I just... I couldn't..."

She waved me over. I went and sat next to her in the bed. She let me rest my head on her shoulder.

"I don't know why they let her in," I mumbled. "You would think seeing how much harm it's doing would make them stop her."

"I'm so sorry," she grabbed my hand.

"You're the best thing around me," I continued. "Doctors just tell me all my symptoms and throw diagnoses at me. My mom seems to hate me. You... You actually listen."

"You do the same for me," she said.

I moved my head so I could look at her. She grinned at me. I softly grinned back before leaning over and pecking her lips.

It was maybe a second before I leaned back to look at her again.

"Was that okay?"

She nodded, "Yeah... yeah, it was fine."

I grinned before leaning my head on her shoulder again. I was okay with everything around her as long it was her.

She made whatever could happen worth it.

Frederick Chilton:

I was working as a nurse in the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

I had fully intended for it to be a temporary job. Just a job to take the time until I could move properly. Once moving past how the patients would yell things at you, it wasn't the worst job ever.

Maybe the biggest annoyance came in the form of Dr. Frederick Chilton. He wasn't absolutely awful. He was just cocky. And the moment he had a second alone with me, he made enough flirtatious remarks to fill multiple pages of a notebook.

I didn't mind that much. It was just more irritating than anything.

"Dr. Chilton," I knocked as I leaned into his office.

"(Y/n)," he greeted before leaning against the front of his desk. "Come on in. What can I help you with?"

"I just wanted to talk about something," I said quietly. He nodded. "Do you flirt with all of the nurses or is it just me?"

He scoffed, "Very blunt today, aren't we?"

"I have to be when it's becoming an obstacle during my work," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"And if I told you that I didn't?"

"I wouldn't worry as much about you just being an H.R. nightmare."

He chuckled and shook his head before looking at me, "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

"Would there be a few problems with a nurse going on a date with an administrator?"

"Gotta make H.R.'s life a nightmare somehow," Chilton shrugged.

I walked over slowly.

He stood up a little taller as I got closer. I leaned in a kissed him gently, cupping the side of his face. He tried to follow me as I leaned back. I bit back a chuckle.

"I'll see you after my shift," I said before walking away.

"Yeah... see you..."

Beverly Katz:

Asking Beverly out on a date was one of the most awkward moments of my life. But after she said yes, it felt like a weight rolled off my shoulders.

I thought I'd never have to deal with that pressure again.

And then the end of the date rolled around.

I had been fine during the date. I had followed the conversation pretty well; I hadn't embarrassed myself. It had all gone very well.

But when I dropped Beverly off at home, I felt all of those nerves coming back. I walked her to her door and said goodnight. I was about to walk away when she stopped me.

"(Y/n)," she called as I was walking away.

I stopped to turn to her.

"Come back here and kiss me," she chuckled.

"What," I asked in shock. She smirked at me. "Oh, okay."

I jogged back over to her and pressed my lips to hers. She let out a laugh against my lips as she cupped the sides of my face. My hands touched her sides as I smiled against her lips.

When she pulled away, we both just stood there for a second, smiling at each other.

"I-I'll see you tomorrow," I said after a moment before pecking her lips again. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I offered one more awkward wave before leaving for the night.

Bedelia Du Maurier:

Bedelia and I were working together on a paper I was hoping to publish. She only saw one patient now, but she had years of experience that helped me gather previous research and make sense of the results I got.

It was all coming together. She had just been doing a final proofread before we started the next big step in the paper.

I walked into her house anxiously, "Bedelia?"

"In here," she replied.

Her office was simple. The two chairs in the middle of the room were truly the center of attention.

She was standing over by the window, flipping through pages. My paper.

"Hi," I said as I walked over. I stood across from her on the other side of the window. "How does it look?"

"I think it looks good," she nodded. "We're getting to the final changes, which is very good. We got here much quicker than I thought we would."

I grinned.

"I've made some notes on this copy, so I'd advise you take this back with you and look them over."

I took the pages from her hand, "I truly can't thank you enough for all that you've done for me."

"It's been my pleasure," she replied. "Your research has been very interesting."

I looked down at the paper, ignoring how nervous she made me.

"If everything goes well, this work will help you get a lot of respect. I'm happy to be-"

I quickly leaned up and pressed my lips to hers. I leaned back quickly. I didn't have to answer any questions later because there was a knock at the door.

"I'll let you know when I get a chance to go over the notes you left," I muttered before quickly walking out.

I brushed by whoever was on the other side of the door.

As I sat in my car, trying to calm my breathing, I facepalmed.

I don't know which made me feel more stupid, kissing her so awkwardly or that I ran away so fast.

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"I Know What you Did" Part 2/2

Frederick Chilton XFEM! Reader

Warnings: Guns

A/N: The second and final part to "I Know What You Did"

Read the First Part Here: Part 1

The sound made you jump out of your skin. You quickly jumped up and before you could open the door to make sure everything was okay, Jack Crawford came out with Miriam. 

“Did you hear the shot,” you asked looking at Jack and then noticing Miriam was cuffed. “Jack why is she cuffed?”

“I need you to take her to my office and wait for me,” Jack said before going back into the interrogation room. 

As you were walking Miriam back to Jack’s office, you noticed a grey looking residue on Miriam’s hand. 

“Miriam, what’s on your hand?” She gave no response. Miriam just looked at you and looked traumatized. When you got to Jack’s office, she sat down at one of the chairs and you remain standing, studying her. “Miriam, what did you do?” 

She started bawling, “I didn’t mean to!”

“You didn’t mean to what?”

“He was right there!”

“Who? Miriam What happened,” You moved closer towards her and knelt down beside her.

“I shot who I thought was the ripper! But I don’t think it’s him now! I am so sorry,” She kept crying and cupped her face in her hands. Your stomach dropped. The door opened and Jack walked in. He sighed.

“Jack what the hell happened,” you got up and walked to him. 

He walked passed you and sat down at his desk. “Sit down, please, Y/N.” You sat down and started bouncing your leg. “Miriam identified Frederick as the ripper. There’s no easy way for me to tell you this. Frederick has been shot. We called for help and he’s at the hospital now. I told them we’d take care of Miriam for now. They’re coming to get her soon.”

Your eyes started filling up with tears. You could feel your cheeks burning.

“Do you know if he’s gonna make it?”

“I have no idea. I’m so sorry.”

“Am I able to go home and get my stuff yet?I don’t wanna waste the hotel stay.”

He nodded,”I have to come with you. Just for legal reasons.”

…

After Miriam had been taken, you drove to your house and Jack drove behind you, following. When you both got there, you walked inside with Jack. 

“I’m sorry. We didn’t have a chance to cleanup or anything. I’ll wait here as you get your stuff packed. Call for me if you need anything.” 

You went upstairs to your shared bedroom and grabbed a duffle bag. You started shoving a bunch of clothes in the bag. After you finished packing your shoes, clothes, and toiletries, you went into a safe in the closet. Quickly, you shoved a pistol into your purse. You went back downstairs with your purse and duffle bag, being fully packed. 

“Okay! I’m done! I’m just gonna go back to my hotel room and pickup food on the way.” You left your house but instead of heading to the hotel ,you started driving to Hannibal’s house.

Once you arrived, you headed inside and waited in his waiting room (for the therapy room).  You sat there and waited until Will Graham left. He gave you a slight smile and you gave him one back . Shortly after Will left, Hannibal opened the door, not expecting to see you there. 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I heard about Frederick. My deepest condolences.”

You felt the tears start streaming down your face. You stood up and walked over to him. “I came here because I needed somebody i trust to talk to. I have no idea what’s going to happen!” You wrap your arms around him and hug him while crying.

“Oh. Well I am deeply sorry.”

“Hannibal?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Theres one thing I forgot to mention.” You reached inside your purse. 

“What is it?”

You reached for the gun and pressed it against his back, “I know what you did.” 

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[nhescio]

Okay I have a visceral need for a hannigram time travel fic but instead of the typical Will or Hannibal fix-it, the person that time travels back is none other than Frederick fucking Chilton. Like imagine Chilton wallowing around all crispy and stuff after being human torched wondering what he’s done to deserve everything he’s been through. And when he’s finally okay enough to be discharged from the hospital to go home, an anvil falls on him or smth. And as he’s lying there incredulously, he’s like, yknow what? Im not even upset about this. I think Ive suffered enough near death experiences. Please just let this one put me out of my misery. And as his eyes finally drift shut, he hears an alarm blaring in his face. An alarm from his phone. His phone which, when he goes to shut it off, displays an impossible sequence of numbers— the plastic screen shinning with a date from four years past.

So after freaking out and confirming that he is indeed in the past, (and weeping in joy over his unmutilated body) Frederick does the obvious— he packs his bags, pays a visit to the bank, and gets on the next available flight out of the country.

And then his plane crashes and he dies.

But of course he doesn’t die because that seems to be a common theme in Frederick Chilton’s life!

So he’s jolting out of bed again to that same alarm and he tries not to tear his own face off (not that he would ever actually do that cause he knows how easily he could lose that precious face). And (after a few more tries) since this time loop bs isn’t letting him run away, he does the next best thing— phoning the FBI with a tip so that they would investigate Hannibal Lecter and put him behind bars for good. But of course Hannibal somehow finds out and discretely shakes the FBI off his trail while simultaneously sending one of his murderer protégés after Frederick. And so not even a month passes by before Frederick finds himself dying and waking to that infuriating alarm again.

And he keeps going through different loops trying to avoid being “murder tableau of the week”, but failing miserably every time. After dying for what feels like an infinite number of times, he’s realized two main consistencies. Number one, he can’t personally expose Hannibal Lecter as the ripper if he doesn’t want to be gutted, and two, the sooner Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter begin their weird courtship, whether from Frederick’s deliberate meddling or from ripples of unrelated actions, somehow he’s left with much less blood and chaos in the aftermath. In one incredible timeline, Frederick even managed to only sustain one life threatening disembowelment for three years before accidentally making a rude comment about Will Graham’s lack of a social life, thereby leading to a cold death in the Atlantic.

After this revelation, he vows to get Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter to bang each other as soon as possible for the sake of his own self preservation— going through elaborate plans like befriending and recruiting the FBI’s forensics team, or snapping Jack Crawford out of his obliviousness so he’d bluntly give them a nudge, or even once flirting with Will Graham himself to get Hannibal Lecter jealous (note: that attempt did NOT end up well).

And one day, after a shocked text from his “Sassy Science Matchmaking Squad” group chat proclaiming that Hannibal and Will, lovingly dubbed Hannigram by the group, had spontaneously quit their jobs and run away to Europe together, Frederick suddenly realizes he hasn’t been stabbed or burned or maimed or drowned or disemboweled once! He thinks back to his early success in this timeline— silently high fiving with Beverly and Jimmy (Zeller, the spoilsport, had refused to partake) while voyeuristically watching Will and Hannibal shyly having their first kiss in the shadows of a filthy crime scene. In fact, he didn’t think anyone in their immediate circle had been stabbed or burned or maimed or drowned or— well you get the point.

And as one year turns to two to four to eight with no word from Hannibal or Will except the occasional postcard, a sort of cautious optimism starts building in Frederick’s heart. The years continue to fly by until one day, Frederick finds that his hair has turned a snowy white, and that his legs are too weak to support his aching body. He tries to take in a breath to laugh but it comes out as a wheeze. He’s at the end of the line once more, but this time at the end of a healthy, fulfilling life. His only wish is that he’s finally allowed to move on. And as he feels his life slowly drifting away from him, Frederick wonders if he’s accomplished whatever divine mission that godforsaken time loop had wanted him to complete. It really feels like he did the best he could this life, preventing every possible death on the East Coast by sending Hannibal and Will packing early. Sure, he feels bad for the poor suckers in Florence or Paris that were probably flambéed for a pretentiously fancy brunch, but realistically, those two would always leave a body count no matter where they went.

All Frederick wants now is to pass in peace. With a heavy sigh, Frederick willingly closes his eyes one last time, content to move on into whatever lies in the beyond.

And he dies. For real this time. Woohoo!

The End

[vampiratelafitte]

ever since i found my beloved (bridget jones diary hannigram au by MissDisoriental on Ao3) i have imagined frederick chilton and hannibal lecter having a fist fight in a fountain and am never less then one bad day away from writing it

[cannibalgenders]

Imagine they announce a Hannibal spinoff, everyone is excited to see Mads and Hugh again maybe Clarice possibly Jack

When it comes out is a 4 hour long legal battle for the copyright over "Hannibal the Cannibal" between Freddie Lounds and Frederick Chilton the case is called Freddie v. Freddie there's not even visible murder just legal jargon

You laugh but this is actually my ideal spin-off. I hope it’s edited and directed with the sort of gritty, realistic drama as The People vs OJ Simpson and it’s a miniseries with hour long episodes detailing the intricate petty ways in which both of them have attempted to monetize their horrific experiences,

I hope their are recreations of each side of the story, everything they’re both lying about, by the original actors, but acting wildly out of character because it’s CLEARLY Bullshit that Freddie/Chilton are making up to strengthen their case.

I’d start talking to my patent attorney dad again just to screen this with him in one torturous marathon.

We get to the end. Tense silence falls on both of us. My father is tied up and I occasionally remove the duct tape from his mouth so he can explain a legal issue. Type face texts scrawls along the bottom of the screen. “Havana Cuba- 2023’. It changes to a rather meta shot of two people watching the court case on a couch. Will and Hannibal’s hands brush as they both reach for the bowl. Inside, we see a single uncooked lip.

End.

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On the Plus Side

Chapter 4

<Chapter 3 | Chapter 5>

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x female reader 

Warning: Umm… ridiculousness?

Note: I’m sorry this took so long. The next chapter should be up soon.  

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As the day started, Frederick awoke from his bed to the sound of his alarm. His skin burned as it always did when he woke up. “I guess that’s the cost of surviving…,” he said, throwing his legs over the bed. “Nurse, come here! I need help getting dressed.” Frederick called out into the abyss, hoping you would hear him. He was not a fan of needing help dressing; however, he appreciated you. You were as kind as you were beautiful and enjoyed your work (he assumed). 

It’s weird, he thought, that you get so used to people being in your life that you don’t know what your life would be without them. That’s how he felt about his nurse. You were both his left and right hand, ensuring he was as productive as possible.

“Good morning, Dr. Chilton! How are we feeling this morning?”

“Good morning, Nurse. I’m ready to be dressed. Can you take care of that while I remove these bedclothes?” He stood up and slowly took off his bed clothes to reveal his scarring from the event. He let the shirt fall to the floor along with his pants to stand there naked at half-mast, waiting for the help of his nurse. “Sorry, I had an excellent dream last night.”

“Someone is being forward today,” you said with a smirk. “Would you like to share your dream with the class?”

“No, I’d rather not. My mind is a complex device,” he said with a smile.

With a playful pout, you said, “It is, but I’m here if you ever want to share.” You exaggeratingly bat your eyelashes at him. 

Such a tease, and you know it. Ever since I watched those cameras, she’s been nothing but flirty. You know, but you haven’t played your cards yet. What are you going to do? “Thank you, but can you please help me get dressed?” 

He’s apparently not actually interested, you thought. He has not responded to my flirting since I let him know I was aware he was watching me. Maybe I was wrong? Perhaps he’s just a pervert? “Yes, of course, Doctor.”

He looked at his nurse with yearning eyes; he needed a clear signal. He doesn’t want to mess this up, but how does he tell you how he feels?

You helped him dress and began helping him towards his office. “Dr. Chilton, I apologize for my blatant flirting since the hot tub and spilled coffee incident. It’s extremely unprofessional, and I’m sorry if it’s made you uncomfortable.” You cringed, thinking, “you’re healing ahead of schedule, so I should be completely out of your hair soon.” After he’s sitting in his office chair, you head towards the door. “I’ll be right back with your breakfast.” You needed to get away from him. You’ve never been so embarrassed.

Frederick was touched. He wasn’t imagining things. He stood up, “It’s ok. I never expected anyone to want me now that I have become a monster.” He looked down to the floor.

“What do you mean? How are you a monster?” you sounded confused. 

He touched his face, “Since the attack, I look like a monster.”

You held your arms out, showing your scars. “Do my arms make me look like a monster? You’re not a monster, Frederick.”

He looked up at you. “Thank you, but I have seen a mirror. No woman would ever want me. Why should I even bother? I know I am more than that, but I am so lonely.”

“I quit.” You walked up to him, “You’re not my boss anymore. I’ve been flirting with you for weeks.”

Frederick was shocked, “Wait, you need to give two weeks… it’s in your contract.” He took a second and realized what you said, “You’ve been flirting with me?”

“YES! I have.”

Frederick was flabbergasted, “What? Why? I’m hideous.”

“No, you’re not. I thought I’d started being obvious with the flirting after the hot tub incident because I thought you’d been watching me on the cameras.”

Frederick blushed, “Yes, the cameras. I… may have watched you a few times.”

“Do you still need my two weeks’ notice?” you asked while trailing your finger down his chest.

Frederick was clearly taken aback, “I think it’s only customary unless you have a replacement you could recommend.”

“Frederick,” you emphasized the use of his first name. “I’m still flirting with you, but I’ll stop if I’m making you uncomfortable. Plus, I won’t go any further until you’re not my boss.” You reached up to peck his cheek before turning to grab some supplies to get back to work.

Frederick was frustrated. He knew how he felt, and this woman was throwing herself at him... but what if you couldn’t understand the real him? “Let’s try one date. Where do you want to go?”

You turned back to him in shock, “a date? Do you want to date me? Not just fuck me?!” The surprise is evident on your face. You weren’t used to anyone wanting you for more than sex or medical advice.

Frederick sighed, “Of course, I want to fuck you. I mean, look at you. I just don’t want to fuck the help.”

“You’re the one insisting on a two weeks notice.” You walked out to grab Frederick’s breakfast and coffee.

Frederick was frustrated, “I just don’t want to lose the best nurse I have ever had should we not be compatible. I’m focusing on my survival.”

You returned to the room and placed the food on the desk before turning back to Frederick, “I understand. Your survival is important to me, too, Doctor. You’ve made incredible progress with physical therapy. You won’t actually need me sooner than you think. Now. Enjoy your breakfast! I’ll give you some time to yourself before starting today’s PT,” you gave a big smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. 

Regardless if it’s true or not, you felt rejected. You knew better than to say anything, and this is what you get for trying to put yourself out there. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You should never crush on the person who signs your paycheck!! You know better. This had never been an issue until you met Dr. Frederick Chilton. You went to your room to process your emotions on your own. 

Frederick looked at his breakfast and was sad. He wanted his nurse, but he had to think about surviving. He didn’t have the luxury of emotional connection. “When you survive multiple attacks on your life, you must ensure you are safe.” Then his thoughts betray him and asked, what is a life worth living if you don’t let people in? Frederick yelled into the hall, “Nurse, can you come here, please?”

Damn it. “One moment, Doctor!” You quickly composed yourself as you slowly returned to the office. “Yes, Doctor?”

Frederick smiled, “I’d love to go on a date with you. Where would you like to go? I’m sorry I was so dismissive.” Frederick smiled as he looked at the nurse, hoping he hadn’t ruined his chance. He knew he took a gamble, shooing you away. However, he was hopeful of your response.

“I’d love to go on a date with you wherever you feel most comfortable.” You were excited but also confused. Had they just gone around in circles?

“Instead of PT today, why don’t we go to lunch, and then we can go wherever the day takes us?” Frederick was trying to be confident despite being outside that zone. He looked at his nurse and smiled, “What about that café by the lake? Is the food there good?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Good. Then let’s summon the driver, and we shall be on our way.” Frederick pulled his phone from its pocket and summoned a driver from his service. “So, that’s going to be a few minutes. Since I’m dressed, I’ll start towards the door. Do you want to get dressed up, or do you want to go in scrubs?”

“Which would you prefer?”

Frederick thought for a moment. “Dressed up.”

“Sounds fun! I’ll be back,” you went to your room to change. 

Frederick slowly walked down to the front door and waited for the nurse. 

OMG! What do I even have to wear?! I’m going on an actual date… with Dr. Frederick Chilton. You started going through your closet. No. No. Definitely not. Hmm. Maybe. No. Oh, let’s try this one.

Frederick craned his neck to see you walk down the stairs sooner. In the salmon top with tight black pants, you made him feel lighter than air. “Ready, my dear?”

A shiver went down your spine at his use of the term of endearment. “Is this ok?” you gestured to your outfit. “If so, I’m ready.”

Frederick smiled, “I think the car is being pulled around.”

That wasn’t an answer, you thought. You walked over to him to help him to the car. “Let’s go,” you said with a big smile. 

The car pulls up, and Frederick slowly walks out. He beats you to the door and holds it open. Looking at you with a nervous smile, “Chivalry’s not dead, my dear.”

“Thank you,” you slide into the car with a blush. 

Frederick entered the car, “Driver, take us to the café by the lake.”

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The car pulled up to a small bistro beside a lake in the backcountry. The couple exited the car as the driver secured Frederick’s chair. Frederick thanked the driver, and the two walked into the bistro and were seated. The waiter brought over complimentary wine for the two as they talked.

“Don’t worry about the wine. I won’t tell your boss you were drinking on the job,” Frederick smiles.

“I'm definitely not on the job at the moment, mister”

Frederick ordered a drink and an appetizer for them to share "So this is quite the predicament we have. What do you make of it?"

"Well, let's see. You've made improvements beyond belief. You are seriously way ahead of the normal healing playbook. My boss has been spying on me throughout the house. I've been shamelessly flirting with said boss, and now my boss has asked me on a date. And here we are. I think that summarizes our predicament."

Frederick was silent "That's a perfect summation. Now the question is what do we do about it?"

"If nothing was off the table, what would you want to do about it?"

Frederick grins with a half grin "If nothing was off the table, I'd tell you how much I appreciate you taking care of me. I'd tell you that I would have never guessed a nurse would do so much to make my life better.. " He trailed off

"Is that all?"

Frederick swallowed hard "IthinkImaybeinlovewithher...."

Your eyes widened in shock, "her who?"

Frederick took a nervous drink "her you."

"OH! So what's the problem exactly? I think I love you as well."

Frederick looked at you as though he was a deer and you were a semi truck, "I'm sorry, what?"

"What do you want?” you asked. 

"I would like you, in my chambers, naked." Frederick smiled.

You smirked, "that can be arraigned… in two weeks."

"Two weeks?"

"Right. After my two weeks are over."

"Oh. Well... Is this your official resignation?"

"I'll hand the official one in to you as soon as I have a chance to write it."

Frederick smiled, "I reject your official resignation. You're fired, my sweet."

"WHAT!? You can't fire me. You do realize I'll need to get anotyou job, right?"

Frederick smiled, “I've been able to stay financially solvent for centuries. It'll be ok. I can take care of you."

“I can’t let you do that. Boss to what? Sugar daddy?”

"From friend to lover and partner. Basically, it's the same deal as employment but you don't have to ever work again if you don't want to."

“Finally!! He finally said exactly what he wants! It’s a miracle,” you laughed. “But in all seriousness, that sounds lovely but also a bit scary.”

Frefrick smiled and held your hand. "You know... there is a lot more to know about me. I hope that you're ready for some surprises.''

“Oooh surprises. Good or bad?”

"Stay the night with me in my quarters and I will tell you everything"

“Now you make it sound ominous. Regardless, I'd love to stay with you.”

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You gasped as the door closed, Frederick had pushed you roughly up against the door. Moving his hand down quickly from your hips to your ass then around your thighs lifting you up as he slammed his mouth on yours. His tongue forced its way into your mouth and wrapped around yours. You were so caught up in the thrill of the moment you failed to realize Frederick shouldn’t be able to hold you to a door.

Frederick growls in your ear as he feels your legs wrap around his middle. His pelvis reinforced your body against the wall.  He moved his mouth to your neck, kissing and licking your neck slowly. He moans into your ear, "I need to taste you." 

You moaned at the thought, "do it."

You screamed in pain as he bit down on your neck. He moved one of his hands to your mouth to muffle the sound. You switched to moaning as he began to drink from you.

Frederick began to slowly suck the blood from your neck.  As he started to drink he began to feel bolder, stronger. Frederick broke the kiss and threw you over his shoulder and marched them to his chambers.

You were still in a fog of arousal until he tossed you onto his bed. “What the fuck?! How did you carry me in here?”

Frederick laid you on the bed, “Do you want to know or do you want to be amazed tonight?”

“… both?”

Frederick smiles, towering over your body, "Well, I’m a growing, healing boy, Y/N. I’ve been growing and healing for centuries."

“Centuries?” You were visibly confused.

Frederick moved to continue licking and kissing around the puncture wound in your neck. "The Chiltons landed in Baltimore before this was more than a port. My family built this town. I was here to watch the town grow up."

“Now you’re not making any sense.”

Frederick bit your neck once again, hard enough to draw more blood but soft enough for you not to feel the cut on your neck. He wrapped himself around you like a long, slinky snake, while envisioning the bite enjoying the blood dripping into his mouth. It captivated him, driving him near mad.

“Y/N, I do not want to make sense right now. I want to make you mine.”

“What would that entail exactly?”

Frederick pulled back, exposing his fangs.

You just stared at him while freaking out on the inside.

“You’re taking this shocking news very well, Y/N.”

"Oh. Am I?"

Frederick got up and off of you “The last person I shared this with about killed me with a bottle of garlic oil and holy stakes “

"Garlic oil and holy stakes? Who?" you sounded confused.

"Someone sent by Barnabus Collins. Some Vampire from an elite family in Maine."

"Barnabus?" you snickered. I've been living with him for months now. If he'd wanted to hurt me, he had plenty of opportunities to do so. I’m just going to follow his lead, you thought.

“Yea, some asshole with money that couldn’t leave well enough alone.” Frederick put his elbows on his knees, “You don’t believe me do you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

"Because this is very out there. Vampires aren't supposed to exist. We have the market cornered on shadows."

“Honestly? I’m not sure my brain is on 100% after that make out session,” you confessed. “If you have any more confessions now is the time,” you laughed at the entire situation. Your boss was a vampire. You went on a date with a vampire.

Frederick looked up at you and smiled, "that's about it. I am wealthy, a psychiatrist, a published author, a martyr, and a vampire."

“Why are you telling me?”

"Because I've never felt like this for anyone before you. You've got something I've never seen before. I don't know what it is, but I want to offer you eternity with me."

"Eternity?"

"Eternity," Frederick smiled and looked you in the eyes. "I can promise you eternity, with me of course"

"Okay... how about a trial run? Eternity is a long time. You might not want to be with me that long.”

“Counter offer. I give you the gift of eternity. You still get to choose if you want to be with me? Even if you’re not mine, I still love the thought that the world has you in it.”

"What is the process?"

"Well, you've already been bitten twice. Third time you are a vampire. You start with the bloodlust soon after. We'd have to figure out how to get you a ring so you can have normal human daylight hours.. This one was a gift from my former lover who turned me into a vampire. They were cruel and hunted down by the townsfolk"

“Should we find a ring first? Also what’s the plan for the bloodlust?”

Frederick smiled, “The blood lust is invigorating. We basically hunt prey and drain them. As for a ring, we need to figure that out. I have no idea where to even start looking for a ring”

“So no more bites until we find a ring. What exactly does the ring… wait. Did you say prey? You don’t mean human, right?” you sounded a little worried.

"Well, humans are most prevalent in urban areas. My bloodlust was crazy. It was the night of the Boston Massacre. I was in a bar near the attack, and I was able to benefit from the bloodshed... along with two cows worth of blood."

“That was convenient. So what’s our plan?”

Frederick pulls off his ring and hands it to you. “I am not sure. I think... what if I cut the ring in half. We both get a half and are safe as long as we wear them?"

“What happens if that doesn’t work? How did your lover get the ring?”

"They never told me. They just gave it to me before they succumbed to their wounds."

"What happens if only half a ring doesn't work?"

"I have no idea. But you're worth the risk."

"Frederick," you said with aww and worry in your voice.

"Y/N, I want to spend eternity with you. I’m obsessed with you and I don't want to ever live without you."

"Even if we're stuck sleeping during the day and only going out at night?"

"Of course."

You threw your arms around Frederick's neck, knocking them both over. You held him tightly while you fought off the tears in your eyes. 

Frederick held you close. Feeling whole for the first time, he started to cry softly into you.