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Something for my Hannibal AU that is very old and has been sitting in my drafts for a while, thought I should post it.

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August 25, 1999

The Vergers were no ordinary family, and they should never be treated like one. The things that Mason was taught about the world, people, livestock, women - including his ever melancholy sister, Margot - were never to be questioned in his presence. Questioning his Papa’s teachings was as bad as questioning the word of God, in Mason’s mind, at least.

Molson Verger, Mason’s father, never had the intention of raising a son. He only wanted to raise an heir to the Verger family business. Whether for better or worse, he succeeded. For better or worse, Mason, through nurture instead of nature, was groomed into a personality disorder, and no one ever wanted to be around him.

Still, Mason had more of a childhood than Violet.

They were from different worlds; Mason from one where he was conditioned to have everything he wanted with the flick of his wrist, surrounded by fabulous wealth at all times. Violet from one of never knowing true family and being dirt poor all her young life.

Orphans and foster kids fascinated Mason Verger. They were so fragile, yet so strong. Always denied the prospect of love yet always willing to fight tooth and nail for even the smallest chance to get it. They were always suspicious of everyone, yet also so trusting, hoping that this time things would be different.

Violet was different, yet the same. She wanted companionship, the exact opposite of what Margot wanted. Margot wanted autonomy, independence. Violet wanted love, she wanted to relax and be comfortable for once in her life. She’d never had it easy.

She was both energetic and jaded, both optimistic and pessimistic at the same time. Violet was intriguing, and that was the only word that Mason would use to describe her. From the moment he saw her, he wanted to know more. Wanted to know why she seemed so interesting, so hypnotic.

They sat on the edge of the dock looking out into the lake. There was silence, but it was a comfortable one. Silence that only comes when you are immeasurably content in each other’s presence, when you’ve been good friends for a lifetime. In actuality, they’d met yesterday.

Each felt like they knew everything about the other. Violet was sure she did, she was a psychoanalyst, knew his deepest desires from the moment they locked eyes. Mason was still intrigued, ever eager to learn every secret about his new plaything.

They were alone. Margot had gotten fed up with her brother’s antics and left long ago. They were almost at the reaches of the Verger’s property, perfect for Mason. He almost couldn’t keep himself away from her, he felt attracted to Violet, like he couldn’t breathe when she wasn’t near.

Why was she so silent? So unwilling to allow the truth of what was happening to wash over her? Easy, because she was an orphan. But that wasn’t the whole story, he knew that much, but even so, he knew nothing about her homelife. She was so unwilling to discuss the details of that part of her life, despite Mason’s continuous hinting. Now that they were completely alone, he could say - do - whatever he wanted.

“What’s wrong with you, Violet?”

The bluntness of the question startled her and she swiftly snapped her eyes to him. Mason was examining the lake water below the dock so intently when he said it, that Violet almost wondered if he’d spoken at all. Mason met her gaze with a knowing, shit-eating smirk, his eyes narrowing with anticipation of her answer. “I’m just dying to know.”

Violet averted her eyes in shame and dipped the toe of her shoe into the water below. There must have been something wrong with Violet. Her birth parents didn’t want her, her foster parents beat her, the foster care system turned a blind eye, and to her classmates, she didn’t even exist.

Being an orphan with no parents and having a painfully common last name at an expensive private school was practically insufferable. All of the students there were from prominent, important families. Most were rich or at least in the upper class, and Violet wasn’t. She painfully wasn’t. She was invisible everywhere, like a ghost wandering the Earth with no purpose to speak of. Margot was the first person to notice her, Mason was the first person to see her.

She felt an instinctual need to be around him, she almost couldn’t keep herself away from him, she felt attracted to Mason, like she couldn’t breathe when he wasn’t around.

So the question seemed to stab her, it was a gut punch in every sense of the word.

Mason was never taught empathy, lack of it was essential to life as the CEO of one of America’s largest meatpacking companies. He was blunt, assertive, steadfast; he had to be. That was all he was ever taught. Mason had three main emotions: amusement, anger, and boredom. He loved to see people upset or flustered and revealed in others’ suffering. That’s why he’d shown Violet the pigs.

Of course, that hadn’t done anything except make Mason even more curious. She didn’t run, didn’t scream, didn’t cry, didn’t even look scared. It felt like a bucket of ice was poured on him and he froze in place. Right there, he’d questioned Papa’s teachings; he’d questioned the word of God.

“More than a few things, I’d expect.” Violet answered after a moment of deep thought. Mason’s head snapped in her direction, not wanting to show the shock that he felt in his face. “They hit me every day, my foster parents. My real parents don’t want me and I don’t have any friends.” She scoffed as Mason continued to stare at her with unwavering sincerity. “Not that you would know. I’m surprised that you’d even look my way.”

He wanted to laugh, did she have any idea of how interesting she was? How she made him feel? Even so, he loved it. She was like a drug that he’d kill to get his hands on. No, she had no idea, not even a little.

It was excellent. Violet was excellent. He needed her now, and he was far enough away from the house that he could do whatever he wanted.

In a flash, Mason was on top of her, gripping her collar in his left hand, holding her off the ground in her seated position. His right knee brushed the outside of her body and his left knee was pinned between her legs. His figure cast a dark shadow over her face, and the only thing Violet could see were Mason’s ice blue eyes boring into hers.

Violet felt her cheeks grow warm as Mason gently cupped her cheek in his right hand and put his gaze physically even closer to her own. His breath was hot on her face.

“You’re perfect.”

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Alright, just in case you were wondering, Mason was 13 in this one and Violet was 12, there’s no gross stuff after this or anything, Mason’s just being possessive and doesn’t know how to act on his emotions. Nothing happens after this scene. Nothing.

Just wanted to clear that up, ya’ sickos.

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My name is Sonia, I make characters and AUs, but I also sometimes write my own completely original stories!

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I Have Faith

Faith Gatlin

Children of the Corn (1984)

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Isaac Chroner, Faith Gatlin, Rachel Stigman, and Malachai Boardman; four leaders of a cult in the rural Nebraskan town of Gatlin. Blood, sacrifice, murder, betrayal, and juicy character drama all set in the '80s movie of Children of the Corn.

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Don't Step on the Violets

Violet Matthews

NBC Hannibal (2013-2015)

AU List: The Calm Before the Storm AU, Heir AU, Lucky Violets AU

The Calm Before the Storm AU

The main storyline that I consider 'canon' to Hannibal as a show. The bulk of this story takes place long before the show and centers around Mason Verger. Ever wonder how Mason became who he is? Ever wonder why he acts the way he does in the show? Look no further than The Calm Before the Storm AU.

Mason Verger had everything; he was the heir to one of America’s largest and most successful meatpacking companies, his family was disgustingly rich, and his father idolized him all his young life. But one girl changed all of his ways of thinking; at least until her life was cut short just before they were about to get married. Her death led Mason down a destructive path of death, drugs, and manipulation; eventually leading him straight to Hannibal Lecter.

The Heir AU

What if Violet never got in the car accident? Simple and sweet, Mason and Violet get married, have a Verger heir, and live a happy life. One in which they never get to meet Hannibal or Will Graham.

The Lucky Violets AU

What if Violet never got in the car accident? A more complex version of the Heir AU. Violet joins the FBI, interacts in her own way with the Hannibal cast, and has to choose who to trust while Lecter is on the run.

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Fabricated Bloodstains

Erika Kaiser & Klaus Schulz

Historical fiction - original work

AU List: Two Dead Nazis AU, and about 8 others that aren't too important

Two Dead Nazis AU

Erika Kaiser and Klaus Schulz are two people living in Nazi Germany. They both quickly rise through the ranks of the Nazi Partei and eventually reach the top where they work directly for the Führer himself. On the way up, Erika and Klaus discover secrets about the Partei, their leaders, and themselves.

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