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Bruce Wayne could’ve ended The Riddler’s whole career if he just commented ‘mid’ on his stream

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What makes me laugh is Steven ‘i read poetry and work at the British museum and write in hieroglyphs’ Grant has Marc’s absolutely JACKED body and he’s never like hmmm…why do i have a 12-pack

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A Lipless Face That I Want to Marry, Ch. 19

<- Part 18

For my dear @detectivebarba’s birthday—I actually finished a chapter! 

Summary: You try to to make Frederick’s first night home special with a little romance… and he takes it the wrong way. 

Warnings: Recovery angst, mentions of hospitals, weight loss, hurt/comfort fluff, teratophilia, insecurity, a bit of arguing, cuddling, and fluff.

3,900 words

The only one of Frederick Chilton’s senses still fully intact was his sense of smell, and his nostrils told him something was wrong the moment the bedroom door opened.

A floral scent perfumed the air.

He had been nervous when you asked him to close his eyes—he despised surprises as much as the darkness behind his eyelids, filled with the ringing of his ears and memories of the Dragon—but he indulged your mischievous grin. It was hard not to. He liked you, and that would always be his weakness. Your hand clasping his as you guided him to the once-familiar bedroom.

A bedroom that should not have smelled like flowers.

He opened his eyes before you instructed him to. His one functioning iris was still adjusting the bed into focus, but he knew the blurry red dots scattered across it were rose petals.

The lights were dimmed, and as you released his hand with a cheerful “surprise!” you slipped out of your robe to reveal something rather more suggestive.

His stomach dropped.

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Proud of how this Frederick Chilton t-shirt design came out! 

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Like 6 months ago we had a bet about who would finish this first. I had a strong start but then ✨life✨ and you managed to sneak up and finish the WHOLE THING?!

It’s so amazing though look at him 😭

Frederick Chilton embroidery hoop

Featuring a kidney, several feet of intestine, white tulips, purple and blue hyacinths, and yellow roses

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as a gay person my self-confidence is inherently linked to the amount of validation i get from my english teacher

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anyone who knows me knows i have a thing for vampires and uh............i think i just died no pun intended I’m literally inconsolable vampire chilton is the ultimate au and the hottest thing ever to have been written in this essay i will

Graveyard

Frederick Chilton x Vampire Reader

For @storiesofsvu​​’s Fall Bingo! Anonymous request. 

Backstory stolen from AO17’s vampire Chilton AU (if she ever gets around to writing it, let it be known it was her idea first! Check out her fics on AO3!) Also thanks to AO17 and @detectivebarba​ for smut prompts when I was not horny enough to write this.

Warnings: NSFW. Gore/blood, character death(s?), rough sex (to the point of being dangerous if the people involved weren’t vampires), and yeeeaah… definitely some dubcon. Frederick is in a blood frenzy and doesn’t wait for consent before getting rough (but I’m in your head & you want it, so it’s ok). Weird Dom/sub vibe where he calls you master but absolutely has his way with you. Penetrative & oral sex. Not enough editing.

4,000 words

The silver light of a full moon was all that illuminated the rows of pale headstones, making them stand out against the black grass below. It was an old plot, most of the graves dating back to the nineteenth century, some as far back as the eighteenth, yet none were cracked or obscured by moss. The Chilton family plot was maintained as meticulously as their generational wealth.

You stood above one—the newest grave, a coffin-sized rectangle of fresh, loose soil cut into the ancient turf. A crimson tear streaked down your face.

“Frederick, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never wanted it to come to this. I thought if I left, you would be safe. You were supposed to get over me and live a long, happy life.”

Beside you, Jack Crawford gave a low, muffled sob—his stoic FBI resolve breaking down as he accepted that this was his fault. It failed to elicit any pity from your cold, shattered heart.

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I’m Only One Call Away

Frederick Chilton x Reader

Written for @storiesofsvu’s Fall Bingo, for the square One Call Away - Charlie Pluth.

Long-distance domestic fluff with flirting and non-graphic nudity + hospital angst. You can consider this a bonus chapter to A Lipless Face That I Want to Marry or read it as a oneshot. 

1,170 words

The house was too big for one person. Really, it was too big for two people, but with Frederick Chilton gone, the vast empty space was haunting, its ruthlessly modern white structure a ghost.

As you slipped off your shoes and padded into the kitchen, you could feel his eyes watching you, following you like beady glass marbles, catching a tiny glint of the dim, evening light. Electricity hummed in the still, yet alive, air.

Dinner was waiting for you on the counter, ready to be reheated. You let out a sigh of relief—it had been a long, hard day, and you were grateful for Frederick feeding you, even if he wasn’t here. His professional chef was a miracle worker three days a week. You set the oven to 350 and placed the catering tray inside.

An electric crackle.

“Preheat it first! You must preheat the oven, or it will not cook properly!”

You jumped at Frederick’s ghostly voice. “Jesus!” you scowled at the camera clinging like a fly to the wall and heard him attempting to disguise a chuckle.

“I am only looking out for your well-being, my dear. Tut-tut, out of the oven, now.”

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frederick chilton acts like that because he is lonely. he needs to get laid. i volunteer

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it’s so offensive to me that i’ll never be able to hug this man i’m going to rewatch his non-traumatic episodes goodbye

When you are young, they assume you know nothing

Frederick Chilton x Reader

For @storiesofsvu​​’s Fall Bingo! Filling the Cardigan - Taylor Swift square

Summary: Frederick Chilton comes to work smugly showing off a giant hickey so everyone knows he got laid. His patient, Will Graham, is not impressed… but he is curious. 

1,780 words

Something was different about Dr. Chilton today. His feet dragged slightly less as he limped into the cavernous interview room toward Will’s cage. The tick of his cane against the marble floors had an almost jolly beat—click-tak, click-tak.

“Good morning, Mr. Graham. I believe you had more to share on the subject of the Chesapeake Ripper?”

“Awfully cheery today, Frederick,” Will commented—a stiff observation, lacking genuine friendliness. It wasn’t of particular concern whether his captor was in a good mood or not.

Though, as the days rolled by one after the other with nothing for company but a blank cell wall—punctuated by the occasional visit from people he thought were his friends, and people, like Dr. Chilton, who most certainly were not—any mystery was a source of entertainment.

Dr. Chilton pulled a chair up in front of Will’s cage, its wooden legs screaming across the floor. As the officious psychiatrist sat down and pulled out a notepad, Will saw it.

A hickey, bright red and purple, was bruised into the man’s neck.

Will smirked.

So his captor was getting laid. Interesting.

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Venom But With Hannibal Dialogue

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I just cross-posted my Lectures series to AO3 if you could spare two seconds to drop kudos or summ idk how technology works

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Oh god i have become my own worst nightmare i forgot to put a keep reading break on here i’ll do it in the morning

Lectures (pt.4)

Listen, okay first of all i know this took 6 months i suck i’m sorry :( I had this idea with @prurientpuddlejumper and it expanded it into what is hopefully a good chapter for this fic. The first three chapters are pinned on my profile if you wanna catchup or reread.

Gender neutral reader.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, thigh-riding, student/professor relationship (don’t do this lmao).

Taglist: @feedthemadness-sweetie @prurientpuddlejumper @madamsnape921​

For the next week all you could think about was your encounter with Doctor Chilton. You thought about it when you were awake and you dreamt about it when you were asleep. You wanted more. The thought of his little moans and the way he melted so easily under your hands distracted you from everything you had to do. By the time your next lecture with the Doctor came around you were practically shaking with the anticipation of just seeing him again. 

However, the night before the lecture you had gotten so little sleep due to unfinished assignments that you didn’t hear your alarm screaming at you in the morning. When you finally awoke with a start you rolled over and checked your phone, almost jumping out of bed when you processed the time - 8:50am. Ten minutes before your lecture. You threw on the first clothes that fell out of your closet and ran out of the door, praying you could make it across campus before your professor began the lecture. You ran down the corridor and skidded almost cartoonishly to open the door to your lecture hall:

“You are late.” Doctor Chilton stated matter-of-factly, turning to face you along with the rest of the class. 

“I’m sorry, I overslept”, you paused, considering whether you should push your luck in such a precarious position. Fuck it…“sir”.

Doctor Chilton’s eyes widened briefly in remembrance until he quickly composed himself and straightened his posture - pushing out his chest and tightening the grip on his cane.

“Take a seat…And don’t ever be late to my class again, understand?”

You nodded as you quickly climbed the steps to take your seat next to your friend who gave you a sympathetic smile and pushed a small piece of paper towards you that just said ‘coffee?’. You breathed a sigh of relief and settled into the hours of inevitable boredom and daydreaming.

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You took a final gulp of your long-awaited coffee and tuned back into what your friend was talking about from across the table. You’d manage to snag a quaint, quiet corner in the café of your favourite bookshop near campus and that’s where you had spent the last few hours gossiping with your friend about everything from dormmates, to work, to exams, until the conversation drew to a natural halt and the topic you had been dreading was finally broached,

“So,” your friend began, crossing their arms on the table and leaning forward in their seat, “you and Professor Chilton, huh?”

You huffed a small laugh and shook your head.

“There is no me and Professor Chilton. It was a one-time thing, that’s all”.

“You’re joking, right? I saw the way you looked at each other when you stumbled into the hall this morning! You’re hot for teacher!” They laughed sardonically at their own joke as you hung your head to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. 

“Am not!”, you shouted - accidentally more defensive than you needed to be against the obvious teasing - “He’s just, you know, he’s actually sweet when you talk to him.”

They giggled to themselves and raised an eyebrow at you, 

“Sweet? So poetic, damn William Wordsworth, try not to come on your seat you’ll traumatise the poor -” 

Before they could even finish their sentence you both burst out laughing, ignoring the confused and slightly annoyed looks of everyone around you as you clutched your hands to your chest in mock breathlessness. When the two of you eventually regained your senses you locked eyes and panicked slightly as their expression suddenly became sullen and serious.

“Just be careful, okay?” they sighed, “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

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From: DrFChilton@university.com

To: yourname@university.com

RE: Exam Supervision

Please attend my office between the hours of 2PM and 4PM.

Thank you.

You peered down at your phone in your hand and smiled. ‘Exam supervision’; yeah the last time you asked for that you ended up with carpet burn on your knees for the next two days. The rhythmic tapping of metal against the hard floor signalled the arrival of Professor Chilton, or rather Frederick as he had indicted you call him in private, and you looked up wide-eyed and eager as your eyes latched onto the suit he was wearing today. You were obviously used to Frederick’s expensive and extravagant suits as he never wore anything but those during lectures, however, this one you had never seen before and it was tailored so perfectly to sculpt his chest, waist, and thighs that you briefly wondered how every student enrolled at the university wasn’t head-over-heels for this man. Frederick noticed you staring and hastily opened the door to his office, placing a hand on your back to guide you through then locking the door behind you. He turned on his heels and smirked at you.

“Like what you see?” He asked, slowly walking forward until he was within touching distance of you. You felt his breath dance across your face and inwardly giggled to yourself as the smell of fresh mint filled your nose - god he is so adorable. You cleared your throat nervously and took a deep breath and leant forward to brush your nose against his, teasing him as your lips just barely grazed. 

“Yes, sir.” You whispered quietly before closing that tiny, torturous gap and kissing him with soft passion. He moaned into your mouth as your tongue pushed past his lips and your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close as possible, revelling in the comforting heat of his chest against yours. Frederick’s hands found purchase on your waist as he lightly pushed you backwards towards the brown, leather couch that occupied the space under the window at the furthest end of his office. When you felt the back of your knees hit the arm of the couch you reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to reach over to the window and pull the cord which shut the blinds. The instant they shuttered closed you wrapped your arms back around Frederick and pulled him down onto the couch so he was on top of you - one leg on the floor for balance and the other bent at the knee and pressed between your thighs. You smirked against his lips at the soft grunting sound he made as he landed ungracefully on top of you and began trailing your lips along his jawline while your fingers fumbled with the infinite buttons on his fancy double-breasted suit. Meanwhile, Frederick clumsily ran the hand that wasn’t gripping the sofa up your thigh and scrambled to remove your pants. When you finally exposed enough of Frederick’s chest to satisfy your desperation you dipped your head to lightly bite along his collarbone, running your tongue over the small marks you left in your wake. The sound of Frederick’s pathetic little whimpers and whines bounced off the book-lined walls and you gasped as you felt him grind his crotch against your thigh.

Suddenly, he quickly pulled himself away from your semi-undressed form and began stuttering embarrassed apologies as a red hue crawled its way up his chest and neck. Once you had taken a few seconds to regain your thoughts you rested your hands on either side of his face and lowered him back down to you. You pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth,

“It’s okay, baby”, you muttered softly, punctuating your pause with another kiss, “you did nothing wrong.”

You locked eyes with his and your heart suddenly felt heavy as you found the same sad, confused expression you had noticed first time you were in his office except, this time, there was no sarcastic smirk to replace it as quick as it had appeared. No, this time he was allowing you to see it. You reached your hand down to pull his left leg back over your thigh and tugged him into a heated kiss. After a few more minutes you felt Frederick relax under your touch again, the muscles which were still pushing the limits of that insanely fitted shirt were finally less tense and he reciprocated your kiss with more passion and vigour than before. Slowly, you began to bend your knee so to raise your thigh into Frederick’s crotch. You carefully moved your leg up and down, causing Frederick to drop his head and give out a high-pitched whine which could rival that of the average pornstar. You smiled into his hair and pressed a tentative kiss to the top of his head - reassurance, you thought, this poor man has been starved of his own desires for so long he doesn’t even know how to act on them. You snaked your hands down his chest and settled them on his slim waist, encouraging him to move for himself. With his head still lowered he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth, moaning loudly with every flex of your thigh muscles against the outline of his rock-hard dick, still trapped in his pants. Soon, his pace started to quicken and you felt a growing wet patch rub against your bare skin every time he shifted forwards. Acknowledging to yourself that making him look at you would likely cause him to jump up and push you, half-dressed, out of his office door, you brought one of your hands up, tangled it in his hair and pushed his head down to rest on your chest,

“Come for me, baby. Be a good boy for me.”

Frederick’s hips stuttered against you and the room was filled with the sound of his moans as he came in his pants. You ran your fingers through his hair and repeated quiet mutterings of ‘good boy’ and ‘doing so well for me’ into the top of his head. When Frederick’s moans changed into breathless gasps you lowered your leg back onto the couch and let out a small ‘uff’ as his whole weight fell against your body. As you both lay there in silence, wrapped around each other and enjoying the feeling of your fingers comfortingly scratching his scalp, you forced yourself to suppress a natural panicked reaction at the feeling of a drop landing in the crook of your collar…

He was crying.

Your breath hitched as you frantically went over all the possible outcomes of your reactions in your head. Did he want you to comfort him? To tell him that everything is okay and that he’s safe with you? Or would that embarrass him? Would that make him kick you out and refuse to look at you, even in class? Eventually you settled on pulling your arms around him tighter and pressing your lips to his forehead. 

And that was enough. All it took to break the walls Doctor Frederick Chilton had spent over 30 years building brick-by-brick, was a hug.

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Lectures (pt.4)

Listen, okay first of all i know this took 6 months i suck i’m sorry :( I had this idea with @prurientpuddlejumper and it expanded it into what is hopefully a good chapter for this fic. The first three chapters are pinned on my profile if you wanna catchup or reread.

Gender neutral reader.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, thigh-riding, student/professor relationship (don’t do this lmao).

Taglist: @feedthemadness-sweetie @prurientpuddlejumper @madamsnape921​

For the next week all you could think about was your encounter with Doctor Chilton. You thought about it when you were awake and you dreamt about it when you were asleep. You wanted more. The thought of his little moans and the way he melted so easily under your hands distracted you from everything you had to do. By the time your next lecture with the Doctor came around you were practically shaking with the anticipation of just seeing him again. 

However, the night before the lecture you had gotten so little sleep due to unfinished assignments that you didn’t hear your alarm screaming at you in the morning. When you finally awoke with a start you rolled over and checked your phone, almost jumping out of bed when you processed the time - 8:50am. Ten minutes before your lecture. You threw on the first clothes that fell out of your closet and ran out of the door, praying you could make it across campus before your professor began the lecture. You ran down the corridor and skidded almost cartoonishly to open the door to your lecture hall:

“You are late.” Doctor Chilton stated matter-of-factly, turning to face you along with the rest of the class. 

“I’m sorry, I overslept”, you paused, considering whether you should push your luck in such a precarious position. Fuck it...“sir”.

Doctor Chilton’s eyes widened briefly in remembrance until he quickly composed himself and straightened his posture - pushing out his chest and tightening the grip on his cane.

“Take a seat...And don’t ever be late to my class again, understand?”

You nodded as you quickly climbed the steps to take your seat next to your friend who gave you a sympathetic smile and pushed a small piece of paper towards you that just said ‘coffee?’. You breathed a sigh of relief and settled into the hours of inevitable boredom and daydreaming.

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You took a final gulp of your long-awaited coffee and tuned back into what your friend was talking about from across the table. You’d manage to snag a quaint, quiet corner in the café of your favourite bookshop near campus and that’s where you had spent the last few hours gossiping with your friend about everything from dormmates, to work, to exams, until the conversation drew to a natural halt and the topic you had been dreading was finally broached,

“So,” your friend began, crossing their arms on the table and leaning forward in their seat, “you and Professor Chilton, huh?”

You huffed a small laugh and shook your head.

“There is no me and Professor Chilton. It was a one-time thing, that’s all”.

“You’re joking, right? I saw the way you looked at each other when you stumbled into the hall this morning! You’re hot for teacher!” They laughed sardonically at their own joke as you hung your head to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. 

“Am not!”, you shouted - accidentally more defensive than you needed to be against the obvious teasing - “He’s just, you know, he’s actually sweet when you talk to him.”

They giggled to themselves and raised an eyebrow at you, 

“Sweet? So poetic, damn William Wordsworth, try not to come on your seat you’ll traumatise the poor -” 

Before they could even finish their sentence you both burst out laughing, ignoring the confused and slightly annoyed looks of everyone around you as you clutched your hands to your chest in mock breathlessness. When the two of you eventually regained your senses you locked eyes and panicked slightly as their expression suddenly became sullen and serious.

“Just be careful, okay?” they sighed, “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

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From: DrFChilton@university.com

To: yourname@university.com

RE: Exam Supervision

Please attend my office between the hours of 2PM and 4PM.

Thank you.

You peered down at your phone in your hand and smiled. ‘Exam supervision’; yeah the last time you asked for that you ended up with carpet burn on your knees for the next two days. The rhythmic tapping of metal against the hard floor signalled the arrival of Professor Chilton, or rather Frederick as he had indicted you call him in private, and you looked up wide-eyed and eager as your eyes latched onto the suit he was wearing today. You were obviously used to Frederick’s expensive and extravagant suits as he never wore anything but those during lectures, however, this one you had never seen before and it was tailored so perfectly to sculpt his chest, waist, and thighs that you briefly wondered how every student enrolled at the university wasn’t head-over-heels for this man. Frederick noticed you staring and hastily opened the door to his office, placing a hand on your back to guide you through then locking the door behind you. He turned on his heels and smirked at you.

“Like what you see?” He asked, slowly walking forward until he was within touching distance of you. You felt his breath dance across your face and inwardly giggled to yourself as the smell of fresh mint filled your nose - god he is so adorable. You cleared your throat nervously and took a deep breath and leant forward to brush your nose against his, teasing him as your lips just barely grazed. 

“Yes, sir.” You whispered quietly before closing that tiny, torturous gap and kissing him with soft passion. He moaned into your mouth as your tongue pushed past his lips and your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close as possible, revelling in the comforting heat of his chest against yours. Frederick’s hands found purchase on your waist as he lightly pushed you backwards towards the brown, leather couch that occupied the space under the window at the furthest end of his office. When you felt the back of your knees hit the arm of the couch you reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to reach over to the window and pull the cord which shut the blinds. The instant they shuttered closed you wrapped your arms back around Frederick and pulled him down onto the couch so he was on top of you - one leg on the floor for balance and the other bent at the knee and pressed between your thighs. You smirked against his lips at the soft grunting sound he made as he landed ungracefully on top of you and began trailing your lips along his jawline while your fingers fumbled with the infinite buttons on his fancy double-breasted suit. Meanwhile, Frederick clumsily ran the hand that wasn’t gripping the sofa up your thigh and scrambled to remove your pants. When you finally exposed enough of Frederick’s chest to satisfy your desperation you dipped your head to lightly bite along his collarbone, running your tongue over the small marks you left in your wake. The sound of Frederick’s pathetic little whimpers and whines bounced off the book-lined walls and you gasped as you felt him grind his crotch against your thigh.

Suddenly, he quickly pulled himself away from your semi-undressed form and began stuttering embarrassed apologies as a red hue crawled its way up his chest and neck. Once you had taken a few seconds to regain your thoughts you rested your hands on either side of his face and lowered him back down to you. You pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth,

“It’s okay, baby”, you muttered softly, punctuating your pause with another kiss, “you did nothing wrong.”

You locked eyes with his and your heart suddenly felt heavy as you found the same sad, confused expression you had noticed first time you were in his office except, this time, there was no sarcastic smirk to replace it as quick as it had appeared. No, this time he was allowing you to see it. You reached your hand down to pull his left leg back over your thigh and tugged him into a heated kiss. After a few more minutes you felt Frederick relax under your touch again, the muscles which were still pushing the limits of that insanely fitted shirt were finally less tense and he reciprocated your kiss with more passion and vigour than before. Slowly, you began to bend your knee so to raise your thigh into Frederick’s crotch. You carefully moved your leg up and down, causing Frederick to drop his head and give out a high-pitched whine which could rival that of the average pornstar. You smiled into his hair and pressed a tentative kiss to the top of his head - reassurance, you thought, this poor man has been starved of his own desires for so long he doesn’t even know how to act on them. You snaked your hands down his chest and settled them on his slim waist, encouraging him to move for himself. With his head still lowered he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth, moaning loudly with every flex of your thigh muscles against the outline of his rock-hard dick, still trapped in his pants. Soon, his pace started to quicken and you felt a growing wet patch rub against your bare skin every time he shifted forwards. Acknowledging to yourself that making him look at you would likely cause him to jump up and push you, half-dressed, out of his office door, you brought one of your hands up, tangled it in his hair and pushed his head down to rest on your chest,

“Come for me, baby. Be a good boy for me.”

Frederick’s hips stuttered against you and the room was filled with the sound of his moans as he came in his pants. You ran your fingers through his hair and repeated quiet mutterings of ‘good boy’ and ‘doing so well for me’ into the top of his head. When Frederick’s moans changed into breathless gasps you lowered your leg back onto the couch and let out a small ‘uff’ as his whole weight fell against your body. As you both lay there in silence, wrapped around each other and enjoying the feeling of your fingers comfortingly scratching his scalp, you forced yourself to suppress a natural panicked reaction at the feeling of a drop landing in the crook of your collar...

He was crying.

Your breath hitched as you frantically went over all the possible outcomes of your reactions in your head. Did he want you to comfort him? To tell him that everything is okay and that he’s safe with you? Or would that embarrass him? Would that make him kick you out and refuse to look at you, even in class? Eventually you settled on pulling your arms around him tighter and pressing your lips to his forehead. 

And that was enough. All it took to break the walls Doctor Frederick Chilton had spent over 30 years building brick-by-brick, was a hug.

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Rainy Day

Frederick Chilton x Reader

For @storiesofsvu​​’s Fall Bingo! Requested by a discord friend (& basically co-written by—this is all her idea!) 

Warnings: Post-burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff. Chilton goes for a walk and gets rained on. It’s too late for an umbrella to help, but you’ll offer anyway. 

1,200 words

The clouds darkened by a shade with every painfully slow step he took toward the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Out across the bay, thunder rolled low and distant. The sidewalk was dry, but he could not yet see the hospital rising above the suburban city outskirts. Knowing his luck, the storm would speed up in his direction, outpacing his retreat.

Dr. Frederick Chilton could only move so fast these days.

His joints ached, his muscle tone was still diminished, and his skin… his skin was far too tight. Gods—he remembered one time, in a pique of fashion, he had tried on those skinny jeans the hipsters were so fond of. He nearly had to be surgically removed from the constricting garment. That was what it felt like all the time now—the burn scars surrounding his legs’ circumference were their own overly tight fabric.

Walking was part of his daily physical therapy regimen, which he attempted to do over lunch. He was the BSHCI’s administrator again after a year-long recovery. The familiar job was the best place for him now. In the old days, he saw running the hospital as a position of prestige—a launching board for fame as a criminal psychiatrist. Now, he saw it as it was—a place to hide in anonymity. A place he could languish, simply coasting without worrying about fans or interviews in front of cameras promoting his latest novel.

The trees whispered as a cold rush of wind struck his face. Rain began to fall.

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i just started writing part 4 of my lectures series woah i know i’m absolute dogshit at writing new chapters but ya know...life. Anyways hopefully this one will be out soon!

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this is a message for canon Chilton and @prurientpuddlejumper ‘s Chilton. If you are neither of these Chiltons then scroll on.

PLEASE LET ME LOVE YOU WHY ARE YOU SUCH AN ASSHOLE ON GOD I WILL SELL MY SOUL

A Lipless Face That I Want to Marry, Ch. 17

<- Part 16

Summary: Kiss.

Warnings: Disfiguring burn injuries that Chilton thinks are gross and you absolutely do not, and intend to convince him otherwise. A long-awaited kiss on his lipless mouth. Self-loathing. The usual injury-recovery/hospital stuff, emotional hurt/comfort, healing, fluffy fluff. 

5,000 words

As refreshing as it had been to get outside, the cool air conditioning in the hospital was a relief. Frederick couldn’t sweat anymore, and his chest felt tight even after the panic wore off. Heat shed off him in waves, and as he adjusted to the lower temperature, the pain slowly faded. The bed he had been confined to for months was almost a welcome sight. A nurse helped you lift him back into it, and he sighed as his aching body returned to its customary position.

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