#frederick chilton x y/n

[nygmcbblepot]

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. 

…

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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[latenightartist-author]

Green Green Dress

Pairing: Fredrick Chilton x reader

Summary: Y/n worked for the FBI. She often came in to discuss a profile with Dr. Chilton. They had grown close. Fredrick was invited to a dinner party at Hannibal Lecter's home. Due to the invitation He was required to bring a date and he asked Y/n. He arrived at the Her home and is blown away.

Warning: None, unless you count Hannibal

Y/n walked down the hall of the Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally insane. She was sent to get a 'formal statement' from Will Graham since he kept insisting he didn't do it. The sound of her heels rang though the hall will could hear her coming. Will was currently in a 'session' with Dr. Chilton. Y/n pushed the door open and saw Will in a cage the way it was shaped reminded her of a caged bird. She waved at him then looked at Dr. Chilton. He was writing something down on his clip board not noticing Y/n came in yet. She walked behind him signaling Will to be quiet.

"Doctor your favorite crazy persons here," She said in her most nurse like voice.

"Hello Y/n, it's good to see you again." he said looking up from his clipboard as she walked around him to stand between him and Will.

Now Y/n had always like Fredrick, from the moment they met they got along. Y/n found herself trying to get excuses to come see Fredrick. She had come to question a few inmates once and wanted to make sure she was dressed nice in case she saw him. A couple time during the month she brought him lunch. She would never admit it to anyone but she thought she was falling in love with him. Today she knew she would run into him so she wore a his favorite color shirt that one of her friends helped her pick along with her favorite jeans and her black heels.

"So how's my favorite psychopath collector?"

"Well a certain patient isn't cooperating."

"Yes I know I'm here to take a statement about Hannibal from him," She said and got her recorder out, "Hannibal has assured me he has done nothing."

"That reminds me. I've been invited to one of his dinner parties and I'm supposed to bring a date so I was wondering if you'd like to join me?" He asked standing up and Will rolled his eyes.

"I'm pretty sure he asked that the only way he could without saying 'will you be my date' cause god forbid he ask that." Will said his voice heavy with sarcasm on the last part. Y/n shot him a glare.

"Well either way I'd be happy to join you Fredrick." Y/n said

"I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow." Fredrick said before he left the room. Y/n watched him go and when she was sure he was out of earshot she smiled.

"Finally, now maybe you two will be able to focus on the fact that Hannibal is a murderer." Y/n signed and recorded Will's statement.

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

It was the day of the dinner party and Y/n was excited. She had got off early so she could do her make up and had went out and bough a dress special for the occasion. The dress was a satin green floor-length along with her black heels. She turned on the music and started signing with it as she got in the shower.

She change into the dress and spun around in front of the mirror. She smiled and ran down stairs and danced around her living room while singing or screaming the lyrics along with the radio. While Y/n was messing around Fredrick was approaching her door and could hear her through the door. "so let this drout come to an end and may this desert flower again I'm so glad you found me stick around me!" Fredrick laughed softly at hearing her. He knocked on the door and heard her scramble to shut the music off. When she opened the door he was speechless, "Hi Fredrick sorry about that and anything you heard." she said moving so he could come in. He walked in and looked her up and down

"Y/n, you look...beautiful," He managed to get the words out finally.

"Thanks. Just let me get my shoes and we can go." she said disappearing down the hall. Fredrick looked at the pictures on her shelf. When she came back Fredrick found himself to still be speechless, "Fredrick are you feeling okay?" She set the back od her hand against his forehead.

"Y-yes. Sorry I just. I didn't know you could look more beautiful than you usually do."

"Thank you, Fredrick," she smiled and grabbed a small purse, "You look handsome but we should go before Hannibal considers us rude." She pulled him out of the house and got in his car. They arrived at Hannibal's party and Alana pulled Y/n aside. Hannibal looked between Fredrick and Y/n.

"I think you should steal your girl back before these business men see her."

"She's not my girl."

"Yet." Hannibal said and went to greet other guests. Fredrick went to Y/n. When people started dancing to the classical music Y/n grabbed Fredricks hand and pulled him to dance with her.

"I didn't you expect to be a dancer." He said and Y/n smiled.

"I'm able to dance more than this my father taught me to waltz and my aunt taught me to a faster for of the Waltz I forget what it's called."

"Shall we show off then?" He asked and she nodded. The next song came on. Fredrick and Y/n waltzed around the room. When the night ended Fredrick walked her to the door and she kissed his cheek before saying goodnight and going inside.

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[the-avengers-ate-my-tongue]

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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[voxmortuus]

hello!! I'm the one who asked Hannibal x fem!reader where she is married to Frederick Chilton. Don't worry, and I'm sorry I didn't specify very well. My bad.

What I wanted to get to was something like this: Hannibal has one of her dinners with Frederick, where he also finds out that he has a wife and tells him to bring her to dinner. Is where he meets Y/N who is kind, caring and just amazing, yet very different from frederick, then he finds out she works at a hospital and starts stalking her until he kidnaps her? She also has a little crush on him more like she finds him attractive, but still she loves her husband.

it's a bit dark but i've started reading dark romance and i liked it lol

it can contain smut, fluff, angst or whatever you want. Thank you and im sorry again.

►PAIRING: Hannibal X F!Reader Brief appearance in beginning from Fredrick. ►UNIVERSE: Hannibal ►WORDS: 1.6k ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Abducted reader | Dub-Con | Forced Intercourse | Vaginal Penetration | Internal Ejaculation | Restraint of Reader | Impure thoughts of another while with husband | I may be missing some, but you get a general idea, so please proceed with caution if there is anything in there that is overly triggering please let me know politely and I will make sure it is added to the list. ►NOTE: Hannibal and Hannibal Character requests are closed. All other requests are open. Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. I also apologize that this was in my drafts for a while. I hope this finds you well Nonnie. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►IN STORY DIVIDER CREDIT: @firefly-graphics ►My Master Masterlist | Hannibal Masterlist

Sitting in Hannibal's dining room, you look over your husband sitting across from you. You smile softly as he speaks. Always a talker that one. Full of himself, but you just let him talk. Watching him a moment, you look over at Hannibal and observe him a moment. Tilting your head, watching the way his lips move as he spoke, the way his face held slight expressions, and the way he ate his dinner. It was as if watching the finest masterpiece in motion.

You shake your head from your thoughts a moment and look down at your dinner and you smile, taking a bite from it you draw in a small breath.

"Fredrick, you never told me about your wife." Hannibal points out with a small smile looking over you a moment.

"I could of sworn I have." He pointed out.

"I think I would have remembered such a conversation, and there was none regarding this lovely creature." He complimented.

You blush. "Fred is just very much involved in his work. Sometimes he hardly remembers we work in the same place." you chuckle.

"How can I forget about that love? After all you bring me my lunch when it's that time." He chuckled.

The thoughts about Fredrick's brain matter being cooked for Hannibal's next meal crossed his mind while on your mind thoughts of Hannibal's breath across your skin crossed yours. The way he would delicately undress you, or featherlight kisses against your flesh. You lick your lips and look down at your plate as you adjust in your chair.

Picking at your plate, your mind preoccupied with the idea of Hannibal in ways that aren't suitable. You're married, and your husband is sitting right across from you. You press your legs together as your mind shows you what it would be like with Hannibal in the privacy of his bedroom... or even yours.

Fredrick kept going on about the most little things. He just wouldn't stop, but you didn't mind, where he spoke, you didn't need to. He spoke enough for both of you. You knew how people felt about Fredrick, but you stood by his side. Doting, caring, kind, and always willing to go the extra mile when needed.

You were his opposite, and everyone noticed this. Hannibal noticed it. He kept watch of you, even from a distance. Learning that you work in the same place as your husband and knowing that he really doesn't pay attention to things, thoughts started to brew, especially when he picked up on the wetness between your legs, maybe a part of him knew that wasn't for your husband.

Hannibal was a predator, a predator with a god complex. He knew exactly what he wanted, how he was going to get it, and just what moment he was going to get it, and honey, he was looking right at you. He didn't care much for your husband, honestly, his liver would make a good pate... for the neighborhood stray cats. But you, you he wanted to savor.

It seemed like he was walking in a fog as you sat there, the more he got to know about you, the more he realized you drove a hunger in him no one else was going to be able to satisfy. During this time the three of you had concluded your dinner, and he was a man on a new mission. Your idiot husband would be none the wiser in realizing you're gone, seems he hardly pays attention as it is, and maybe you could use something different in your life... something... unpredictably exciting.

Over the next few weeks, Hannibal watched you, paid attention to you, found your likes your dislikes, learned your schedule. Hannibal had decided to take it upon himself to make sure that you were going to be the one to show him around this place, but you weren't going to be returning to your post. Not today, not tomorrow, and if he had it his way, not at all.

What Hannibal lacked in realizing was your fondness of him as well, but you love your husband dearly, and while the mental fantasies may be nice, you would never act on them. You desire only your husband in that light, so your thoughts were just that, little fantasies that would never be acted out. Not in a way you want them to at least.

It all happened so fast. You were showing him around the facility, the next thing you knew you were waking up tied to a bed with silk rope and the harder you pulled, the tighter your restraints got. Mentally you started to panic, and you started to jerk your arms and legs but you couldn't figure out how to get out of this.

"Where am I?" you call out. But no answer. The lack of answer sends you into a deeper panic. You stayed really quiet and listened. Then you heard a door close. "HELLO?! HEY! WHERE AM I?" You call out again. But instead of a response, you're greeted with the face of Hannibal. "Dr. Lecter. Why am I here? What have you done? Fredrick is going to be worried sick. Let me go. Please let me go." While begging you realize this is one of many unsavory fantasies you've had about Hannibal, maybe in a different light, but along the same idea.

"Don't be foolish, he hardly notices you past his own nose. He won't realize you're gone until he's so lost in his own hunger that he's calling for you to make his dinner." He stated.

"That's not true Hannibal. Please, please let me go. I'll give you whatever you want, just let me go." You state.

He looks at you, his eyes hungry but for something different, something no one else has been able to satisfy. "I know your thoughts at dinner, they weren't for your husband, that dewy scent. If anyone says a woman doesn't have a scent, they're blind. You were thinking of me, much like you are now." he pointed out.

You shake your head. "Hannibal, we can't do this. I love my husband, he's been good to me. Please. Please let me go." you plead again.

He shakes his head. "No, not today, maybe not tomorrow, we're going to live out our own fantasies." he tells you.

"Hannibal. No, no I'm a married woman, I can't." you state watching him get closer to you.

Hannibal's hand running up your leg, under your dress, you realize that he's taken it upon himself to remove your panties and your breathing gets heavier. You close your eyes and look away. This can't be happening. Tensing as he reaches your dewy bud, he runs his fingers over it delicately and watches you tense and take in a deeper breath before you shake your head.

Stripping down you look him over, biting your lip you close your eyes and shake your head. In your mind you've told him no, but a very confused no. The kind of no he only hears as yes. The kind of no that states, you're confused, and you want him to fulfill your fantasies.

Pulling at your arms to try and get free wasn't working, and in a matter of blinking he was shoving himself between your legs and you let out a scream. While confused yes, you mentally admitted to yourself that he filled you far better than Fedrick, but this was wrong, and you wanted him to stop.

"Please, please..." you kept saying.

"Shh, shh... I know this is what you want." he tells you.

With each thrust came a grunt from him, a whimper from you. Your body responded to him, very well, you were wet, drippy, and you soaked his cock, but you were mentally blank, you did know how to respond to what your body was responding to. You weren't wanting of this.

Tears fell from your eyes, your hands gripped at the rope, your body his to use, and use it he did. Thrusting and gripping and grunting and groaning, you felt good to him, and he wanted more.

Suddenly you found your hips moving, and while you wanted this mentally, you knew you couldn't give in, he gripped at you, and moved your hips even more. You felt yourself close, but you needed to hold off. But you couldn't. With a slacked jaw, and a deep gasp of air you let out a scream as he hit that right spot. Your whole body shook.

"That's it... come on." He beckoned for your finish, and like that, a raw pure explosion of euphoria filled you, and you lay limp. Your mind went quiet as he gave his last few final thrusts, as he buried himself deep within you and coated your velvet like walls with thick ribbons of his own release.

In your mind, this was going to come to an end, but it wasn't. He used you day in and day out, maybe you'd grow to love Hannibal, realize he was right, your husband didn't notice, and he didn't care. Right now, in this moment what mattered, was you were being taken care of. You were being fed, bathed, hydrated. You were a prisoner yes, but was it really all that bad? Was Hannibal really that bad? Or were you going to find that moment to break free and run back to the man that forgets you work at the same hospital? Regardless of what happens, you were going to make the most of it. May as well start now right?

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[bi-bard]

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.

HOZIER [2014] WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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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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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: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

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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[madamsnape921]

Happy Birthday, Andrea!

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x reader

Warning: possibly a lethal amount of fluff

WC: 371

This is for @alwaysachorusgirl​’s birthday!

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“Shhh,” you whispered to the bundle in your arms. “We’re home now. We’ll get you all setup with the others before your daddy gets home and he probably won’t even…”

“Notice you are here,” Frederick finished for you. He was standing near the kitchen with his arms crossed.

“FREDERICK! Why are you home? I thought you were at work,” you said as you tried to catch your breath from being startled. 

“I am apparently here just in time to see that we have,” Frederick came over and peaked inside the blanket, “a fourth child.”

You sheepishly pouted, “I know I should have talked to you first but it is my birthday and she was all alone in need of a home. Our house is so big, I thought we could share it with her?”

“Darling, you do realize we cannot actually take in every cat you see?” Frederick asked while trying not to smile.

“But look at her! She’s sooooo cute!” you exclaimed while holding her out for your husband to take.

“I can see that. Does she have a name?”

“No. How about you name her?” you suggested.

“You know I cannot say no to you on your birthday,” Frederick replied with an eye roll. “How about Hestia?”

“That’s perfect. I love you!” you said with a smile before kissing him on the check.

“Good. Otherwise, I’d have to take back the gift I got you.” he said smugly.

“You got me a present?”

“Of course, I did, silly girl. It is on the table,” Frederick nodded towards the box with a big purple bow.

You rushed over to open it not noticing the holes on the other side of the box in your excitement. You untied the bow and lifted up the lid. What you saw inside made you throw your head back in laughter.

“Aww, Frederick! It’s perfect,” you reached inside to gently pick up the sleeping kitten. It opened its eyes long enough to look at you, blink, and went right back to sleep.

“What will we be calling him, my dear?” Frederick finally smiled.

You stared at the kitten for a moment. As you stroked his soft black fur, you answered with a mischievous grin, “Loki.”

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[istigatorawrites]

"I would run away" you said calmly. "I would hide. I am not a fan of being killed."

"Neither I am" he smiled. "But I cannot hide... He will find me anyway."

"So what now, Frederick?" you asked, looking at him with worry.

"I don't know, my love. I don't know..."

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[alwaysachorusgirl]

Sunday in the Kitchen with Frederick

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1110

For: covers the baker square for @adarafaelbarba 's fall moodboard bingo

TW: none

Author's Note: This is set in the Cat Daddy Frederick verse, but takes place two months after "Almost Perfect", so Buttercup is not in the picture yet. I wanted to jump back in the timeline again and explore earlier moments in their relationship. So, you're all getting some cute baking fluff.

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Frederick entered his home, cane in one hand, shopping bag in the other. He inhaled as he put the bag down and removed his jacket. The scent of warm apples and pumpkin were coming from the kitchen. His ear caught the sound of music; was that “The Time Warp”? He chuckled to himself, and headed for the kitchen, shopping bag in hand.

You were swaying to the music as you finished peeling apples and dropping them into the sauce pot on the stove. Frederick could have sworn it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. You’d been together for two months, but you had already insinuated yourself into his life like you had always been there. Whenever you were there, the house didn’t feel cold and empty like it usually did. When you asked if you could decorate for fall, Frederick has found it impossible to say no. You had quickly filled the house with fairy lights, scented candles, garlands of silk leaves, pumpkins of various sizes and colors; and that included the kitchen. Fairy lights were hung around the ceiling with the leaf garlands woven into them. It gave the kitchen a warm and cozy glow, and to Frederick, you looked like an angel, standing in the middle of it all, apron, and oven mitts on, pulling a loaf of pumpkin bread out of the oven. You placed it on a pot warmer to cool and smiled when you turned and saw your boyfriend standing there.

“Frederick! You’re home!” You took off your oven mitts and made a beeline for him, throwing your arms around his neck and placing a welcoming kiss on his lips.

“I could most certainly get used to that kind of greeting,” he smirked, and held up the bag. “Your emergency supplies, my love.”

“Thank you, Frederick,” you said, taking the bag from him. “The store wasn’t too busy, was it?”

“Surprisingly no; the young lady at the checkout said it’s always slower when the Ravens are playing. All the regulars are either at the game or are at home watching it on TV.”

“Sounds like my hometown; well, I appreciate you running out anyway. If I had taken better inventory of the ingredients, you wouldn’t have had to.”

“It was no trouble, my dear. I took the liberty of picking up a few extra things, as I saw they were on sale.”

“Thank you, Frederick, that was very thoughtful of you.” You put the bag on the counter and started removing its contents. The eggs and butter that you had run out of were there, along with extra sugar, flour, brown sugar, cinnamon, vanilla extract, and pumpkin puree. You smiled at that. “I see my pumpkin bread is a winner with you.”

“It is absolutely delightful and puts Starbucks to shame.” He looked over the countertop that covered with bowls, measuring tools, and ingredients. “Is there anything that I can help with?”

You thought for a moment. “Would you mind mixing the dry ingredients for the muffin batter?”

“Not at all, my love. How do I go about doing that?”

“Just follow the recipe, it’s easy,” you tried to reassure him, handing him an extra apron. “Here, I’ll help get you started.” You grabbed a bowl and a mixing spoon and placed them on the counter in front of him. You then moved all the dry ingredients to the same area, along with the necessary measuring cups, and the book stand that was holding up your 3-ring binder where you kept your recipes. You double checked the measurement for the sugar, filled the proper measuring cup, and dumped it into the bowl. “It’s just like high school chemistry, follow the recipe step-by-step, and you should get the desired outcome.”

“And if I screw up there’s no chance of me blowing up the kitchen?”

“None whatsoever, and there’s no dangerous chemicals here. And no one is grading you, so if you do make a mistake, it’s not a big deal. With cooking and baking, you learn by doing. I have faith in you, Frederick, you can do this.”

Frederick nodded and got to work while you went to check on the apples boiling on the stove. He carefully measured and mixed the dry ingredients as you instructed and began stirring them together. Hmm…perhaps this baking thing isn’t so hard, he thought to himself. That was until he stirred a little too vigorously and knocked some of the unmixed flour out of the bowl and onto to himself. He paused his motions and looked down at himself. Some of it was on the apron, some of it was on his shirt, and he could feel some of it sticking to the lower portion of his face.

“Umm…Y/N?”

You stopped what you were doing and turned to him. You put a hand over your mouth, but there was no stopping the giggles that erupted from your lips. Frederick was covered in flour and looked like a sad puppy that was anticipating being yelled at.

“Oh, Frederick, you’re adorable!” You grabbed a wet washcloth and started gently wiping the flour off his face. “Don’t worry, it’s fine, I get flour on myself all the time.”

“But the mess—”

“Don’t worry about the mess,” you said softly, putting a finger to his lips. “We can clean it up, or…” an idea suddenly popped into your head, “make a bigger one.”

You reached in the nearby flour bag and grabbed some with your fingertips.

“What are you—” Frederick was once again cut off, but this time by additional flour landing directly on his face. At first, he was taken by surprise, but then he saw the devilish look in your eyes, and a sly grin formed on his lips. “Hmm… you do know that two can play at that game, right?”

“Do your worst.”

Frederick grabbed handful of flour and launched it at your face. You responded in kind, and you both carried on like that for a few minutes, laughing like school children, until you both looked like kitchen ghosts, and the floor was becoming slippery.

“Okay, Frederick,” you held up your hands. “I surrender.”

Frederick took the opportunity to grab you around the waist and pull you close, placing a passionate kiss on your lips. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too Frederick. See? Baking is fun!”

“I couldn’t agree more, my love.” He then glanced around at the kitchen. “I supposed we’re going to have to clean this up, now, aren’t we?”

“Yes, but shower first? We can share the hot water…”

“Sounds like a perfect way to spend an afternoon, my love.”

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[darling-i-read-it]

Pendent

Hannibal Lecter x reader

Word Count: 1.4k 

Warnings: prison 

Author’s Note: I hope you like this dear! It’s always nice to write for Hannibal, he’s such an elegant character and everything he says is so fun 

Requested: by @lzzygeekk, Hi!! I just see that you still take request , so can I have Hannibal x reader.  the reader visit Hannibal in prison when she remember in tender side or so specific memory. Maybe Hannibal made a quote from Chilton book know the she married the Chesapeake reaper. With the prompt that in found : " you give out pieces of yourself to people but never let them see the whole picture. I see it and I know who you are" ❤️❤️

Summary: the request 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Your home seemed so big without Hannibal. You thought about it all the time, his absence. When you made dinner you would stand in front of the fridge for far too long, knowing that when you married Hannibal you thought you would never have to make a meal in your life. You wanted to bring food to him but Alana didn’t allow anyone to do that. You could see him but no gift giving.

Not even on his birthday. You had a stack of presents in a corner, waiting for the day he would come back home again. 

You leaned against the kitchen counter, eating a cup of pudding. You weren’t really focusing on eating. Your thoughts were wandering. You had on a record of one of Hannibals’ old classical vinyls. You started to sway as you sat, closing your eyes and imagining what he would be doing if he was there. 

He would likely chastise you for eating a pudding cup when you could have a full meal. Then again, he was feeding you people. 

At the memory of that your eyes snapped open and you took a deep breath, shaking your head. You put the pudding cup down beside you and slid off the counter. You had the dining room windows open, causing a chill to go down your spine at the cold.

The phone rang. 

You jumped but then briskly walked over to the phone and picked it up. You stood up straight, just as Hannibal would have. You didn’t really think about it as you did it. Perhaps you were just subconsciously trying to have him here in other ways. 

“Hello?” you said. Your voice cracked a bit. You realized then you hadn’t spoken in hours. 

“Hello, Y/N?” Alana said in her professional voice. The two of you had been friends before Hannibal went to prison but when you wouldn’t divorce him she started to drift away from you. 

“Yes. Is everything alright?” You looked down at your hand, messing with your wedding ring. 

“Yes everything is fine. Hannibal was asking to see you. He says that it’s your birthday today. Happy birthday.” You looked over at the calendar that was hanging up. It was your birthday. How could you have forgotten? You rubbed your eyes. 

“Yeah uh, I’ll be there soon.” You hung up the phone and walked to go and get your coat. 

====

You walked up to the behavioral hospital. Your shoes hit the stone as you walked up the stairs, holding your bag close to your side. You walked up to Alana’s office and she was sitting at her desk waiting. 

She stood up at the sight of you, a polite tight smile on her face. You gave her a soft nod. She gestured to the door, grabbing her keys off of the desk. 

“Shall we?” You nodded.

“We shall.” 

She led you down the familiar hallway. The hallway that had become your constant companion when you went to see your husband. 

She unlocked the door that led to his cell. She gestured for you to go in and you did. She closed the door behind you, not following. Hannibal stood up from his desk. You noted that Alana hadn’t taken away any of his things this week. 

He walked over to the glass. 

“Happy birthday my darling,” he said with a gentle smile on his face. You smiled back at him and eased in his presence. It was so nice to be with him. If only Alana let you in the cage. You pulled up a chair and he did as well so you were sitting as close to each other as you could get.

“I forgot it was today. I thought it was tomorrow,” you said honestly, laughing a bit. 

“You did have a tendency to forget the date.”

“Clearly I still do,” you joked. He pulled something from his small pocket and put it in the sliding glass container. He pushed it toward you. You opened it up a small box. Inside was a tiny necklace with a golden heart pendant. “How did you get a hold of this?” You meant for it to sound joking but it came out in awe.

“I have my ways.”

“I have your stack of presents still in the corner of the bedroom,” you said, taking the necklace out. “It’s beautiful Hannibal. Thank you so much.” 

“It reminded me of our honeymoon in Florence. I had Alana to get it for me. Do you remember the beautiful pendants they had on the street we stayed in?” You laughed a tad, reminiscing on the moment. 

“Of course! I wanted to stay at your family's estate but you insisted we didn’t.”

“I didn’t want to be reminded about such sad things on such a happy occasion with you.” You thought about that trip. It truly had been magical. Hannibal knew all of the places to go and see and he was beaming the whole trip. If you thought it wasn’t possible to love him any more, that trip proved you wrong. 

“Oh do you remember that street performer? The singer?” He nodded fondly. 

“He sang one of my favorite songs. What luck that was. We were filled with luck on that trip,” he said. 

“If you’re referencing the four leaf clover I found then you’re very right, we were filled with luck,” you said laughing. Hannibal watched as your face moved and smiled with adoration. He wished he could touch your cheek, kiss your chin, run his fingers through your hair. “It was only fitting to have such a wonderful honeymoon after a wonderful wedding.” 

He didn’t want to bring it up at first. He didn’t think it was necessary but he said it anyway. 

“I believe Frederick Chilton said something similar.” You scoffed.

“Chilton said ‘It was only fitting to have a crazy wife to accompany her undiagnosed husband’. In reference to eating the food by the way. I thought the food tasted amazing, perhaps I am crazy.” He smiled slightly.

“You liked the way I prepared it.”

“Everytime. You know I had a pudding cup for lunch today?”

“On your birthday? Goodness gracious,” he said, shaking his head disapprovingly. “I’ll break out just to make you a decent meal and then I’ll come right back.”

“I wouldn’t let you come back.” His face fell a tad. The fact that he was gone clearly had an effect on you. He wasn’t surprised about that but it pained him to see nevertheless. 

“You’re not crazy. There’s not one thing Chilton got right in that book.” You nodded.

“Because you give out pieces of yourself to people but never let them see the whole picture. Chilton is not an exception. He got the psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter and a little bit of the cannibal but not nearly enough.”

“Do you see me?” 

“Of course I see you. I know who you are.” He smiled and put his hand on the glass. You put your fingers up against his, just an inch of glass between the two of you. That inch proved to always be a nuisance. 

“Happy birthday my love,” he said again. 

“Thank you Hannibal.”

Alana watched and listened from the cameras. She felt a pang of guilt seeing your hands almost touch. She was tempted to open the door herself but knew better. He may not kill you but he would not hesitate to kill Alana. It was a promise he likely intended to keep.

#hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter imagines #hannibal imagines

[nygmcbblepot]

Updated Masterlist ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Key: 💫(Multi-chapter) 🎀(Oneshots)

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

I Know What You Did (Complete)- 💫

I Know What You Did (Part 1/2) I Know What You Did (Part 2/2)

Five Minute Writing Challenge 🎀

Chocolate Chip Cookie Day🎀

”I'll prove you wrong, just watch."🎀

Fling 🎀

SVU

Rafael Barba:

"Is that your seventh cup of coffee?" 🎀

Nick Amaro:

Girlfriends Day 🎀

Sonny Carisi:

Karaoke Night🎀

Gotham

Edward Nygma:

First Day🎀

Happy New Year🎀

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[latenightartist-author]

Master List

Fandoms I'll write for: Supernatural, Harry Potter[reason], Marvel, Sherlock, the Alienist, Hannibal, POTC,Characters I've written for: Otto Octavius, Hannibal, Fredrick Chilton, Loki, Zemo, Bucky, Laszlo Kriezler

Request Rules

Otto Octavius

Run Away With me

Adore You

Oops

Helmut Zemo

Wrong Kiss

Candlelight

Don't touch what's Mine

Mistake

A Baby

Oops

Shot in the Dark

The Day we Met

Underground

Bucky Barnes

Conflicted

Wrong Kiss

Doctor Laszlo Kreizler

I care

Is this Wrong? [coming soon]

Doctor Hannibal Lecter [Mads ver.]

A Lovely Nightmare [Multi. chapter]

Save Me

Screaming [coming soon]

Doctor Fredrick Chilton

Green Green Dress

Loki Laufeyson/Odinson

Y/n's Timeline

Mikael Mikaelson

The Original Vampire Hunter

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Sweet touch

For: @thatesqcrush Valentine’s Bingo and a follow on from this.

Bingo square: Candy and Flowers

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x reader

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

WC: 489

Enjoy x

You had walked into your office after doing the midnight rounds in the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. You were nursing unit manger as well as Frederick Chilton’s girlfriend. When you had applied for the Nursing Unit Manger job you never would have thought that you would be getting an amazing job and an equally amazing boyfriend, despite what everyone said about him. Frederick was adorable on so many levels and out of all the nurses he had chosen you and you had chosen him. When you walked in a big smile came to your face when you saw the white vase with a bunch of bluebells and a love heart box with your favourite chocolate and a note stuck into the ribbon wrapped around it,

 I miss you. I miss your touch. Enjoy these my love. Come home to me safe.

Love forever more

Your Frederick xoxo

 You giggled picking up your cordless desk phone dialling Frederick’s number, him picking it up after one ring,

 “My love. I see you got the flowers and chocolate”

 “Were you watching me again Frederick? Waiting for me to come in and see them” you turned to face the camera in the corner of your office looking up and blowing a kiss. You heard Frederick whimper and take a deep breath.

 “I miss you my love and I need to know your safe when I’ am not there” You could hear Frederick breathing deeply over the phone.

 “Are you sure that’s the only reason baby” you purred as you walked to your door closing it, turning back around walking to stand directly under the camera reaching up to undo your scrub buttons just enough for your bra to show “Are you touching yourself Frederick, while you’re watching me?”

 This wasn’t unusual behaviour for Fredrick, this happening most times you worked over night. Most people would be turned off by his neediness, but it was one of the many things that made you love him. You loved that he needed you, needed your touch and you loved how much you actually turned him on even if he did watch you more often than not.

 You brushed your fingers down between your push up bra. Frederick moaned and his breathing got deeper. You hocked you pointer finger into the edge of you bra and pulled it down for your nipple to pop out, you took your nipple between your thumb and pointer finger giving it a few slight tugs bitting your bottom lip looking up into the camera and Fredrick groaned loud, your name leaving his lips. You chuckled resting the phone between your shoulder and ear fixing your bra and buttoning your shirt back up.

 “I love you Y/N” Frederick tried to catch his breath.

 “I love you too my Freddie. Thank you for the flowers and chocolate. I’ll thank you properly when I get home in the morning.”   

Tags: @detective-giggles @beccabarba @witches-unruly-heart @madamsnape921​    

#frederick chilton #frederick chilton smut #thatesqcrushvdaybingo

[bisexualcrowley]

Don’t Stop

Kinktober day 9: Accidental stimulation

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x Fem!Reader

Summary: While reading in Frederick’s office, your jeans shift against you in that perfect way that all girls know, and since Frederick was out of the room there was no harm in enjoying the feeling, right?

Content/warnings: Smut/NSFW, masturbation, fingering, voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight orgasm denial if you squint

Word count: 1,345

“Y/n, I have to head out to a meeting with Crawford, I can trust you not to let anyone mess with my papers, right?”

Frederick called in your direction as he got up from his desk, smiling politely in response to your nod of agreement.

“Great, I’ll be back in about 40 minutes.”

You waved awkwardly from your position at the table aside the office from his desk, cursing silently at how you could have at least said goodbye as he walked out the door. As it swung shut, you let out a drawn out groan, dropping your head down to rest on top of your book.

“God dammit he looks good. Why does he have to look so good all the time?” You mumbled against the soft fabric of your jacket, the image of Dr. Chilton in that perfectly fitted suit filling your mind every time you closed your eyes.

Another groan escaped your lips as you shifted in your seat, but this time it wasn’t out of frustration. You froze in your place, eyes snapping open as the seam of your jeans rubbed softly against your clit, not giving yourself nearly enough friction as you wanted, but mixing with the thoughts of Frederick it was more than enough to make you gasp, arousal dampening your panties embarrassingly fast.

Another roll of your hips had you whimpering as you quickly weighed your options. One, you simply return to your studies, fix the way your jeans were seated and don’t do anything inappropriate in your colleague and friend’s office, two, you leave a note saying you had some business to attend to elsewhere and relieve your frustration at home, or three, stay where you are and have some fun with it.

Arousal outweighing your guilt, you landed on option three, the vague thought of how Frederick being gone for nearly an hour would give you enough time to finish and clean yourself up in the back of your mind as you ground down against your chair again, the increased pressure on your clit making you inhale sharply.

You rolled forward again, hips quickly finding a rhythm that had the rough seam of your pants dragging across the bundle of nerves again and again, and you allowed your head to fall back, one hand gripping the arm of your chair and the other cupping your breast, rolling your hardened nipple through your shirt.

Moaning again, your hips bucked forwards again and again, bringing you closer and closer to the edge but not quite getting you there, leaving your body in a near constant state of hovering at the edge of an orgasm, and so you moved more, hissing as your panties shifted to the side and your clit came directly in contact with rough denim.

You were so lost in your pleasure that you didn’t notice the sound of dress shoes clicking against the floor, the muffled sound of Dr. Chilton informing someone across the hall that he had forgotten his phone, however his sharp intake of breath from the doorway had your head snapping up to meet its source, your eyes widening in horror as you were met with the incredulous stare of your colleague.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, you thought frantically to yourself as you hurriedly adjusted your position, spitting out a half-assed excuse about just trying to get comfortable in your seat, but the way he quirked his eyebrow upwards, smirked slightly, told you there was no way he didn’t know.

"H- How much did you see?” You stuttered, face flaming as you hurriedly tried to shove your belongings into your bag, to which Frederick replied with a shaky inhale, and a hoarse whisper of “Enough.”

The sound he made surprised you, having grown so used to the signature cocky Dr. Chilton voice that his words had you pausing in your actions to look up in shock at the man. You were met with dark eyes blown with lust, his lower lip between his teeth and a sizable bulge below the belt that he took no effort trying to hide.

“Don’t stop on my account. Please, continue.” 

Frederick reached behind himself and pulled the door shut with a soft click as he spoke, his words now a low growl as the prospect of you getting yourself off in front of him flooded his mind.

You wanted to hesitate, to sit back and realize what was happening but you were too far gone already, the predatory way he spoke sending your hips rolling forward once again and you let out a desperate whimper, looking up again to see the man watching you intently, one hand pressed back against the doorframe and the other palming slowly at the growing bulge in his trousers.

You were so close, each brush of your clit against your soaked panties and the rough seam of your jeans bringing you closer and closer to the edge but not enough to get you all the way there and you groaned in frustration, hips stuttering forward in your chair as you fought for just a little bit more.

Frederick could tell it wasn’t enough, knew you needed an extra push, and without giving it a second thought he strode across the room and bent down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his hand slipping smoothly into your pants and fingers stroking quickly along your soaked folds, earning a drawn out whine from beneath him.

You moaned desperately against Frederick’s mouth, each circle of his fingers around your throbbing clit sending you tumbling towards the edge, but it was when he went all the way and slid two fingers into you, thumb still rubbing viciously at the little bundle of nerves that pushed you over and you came with a muffled cry of his name, head falling back and hips snapping upwards as the waves of pleasure overcame you.

Frederick didn’t stop there, working his fingers in fast strokes and drawing out your peak far longer than you had ever experienced before and slamming you into a second orgasm before the first had tapered off, and you bit down roughly on his lip to keep from screaming, Frederick snarling in response

It took several moments for you to catch your breath, collapsing against the back of your chair while your body twitched with aftershocks of pleasure, eyes barely open. You chuckled at the feeling of Frederick slowly rolling his hips against your thigh, the look on his face making it clear it was taking every little bit of his self control not to finish himself off right there.

“I... Was not expecting you back so soon” You grinned, Chilton letting out a snort of laughter in response.

“Yeah, I figured that was the case, as much as I enjoyed it I never would have thought I’d come back to my office to find you getting yourself off.”

You had to laugh at his reply, fingers wrapping around his tie and pulling him down into a soft kiss.

“I hate to ruin such a romantic moment, but didn’t you have a meeting to get to?” You snickered as Frederick pulled out of the kiss, to which he replied with another grind of his hips against your leg, head moving down to nibble softly at your jawline.

“Jack can wait, I think we have some more... Pressing matters to deal with, don’t you think?” He asked with a smirk, breath catching in his throat as you slid a hand down to palm at his throbbing cock.

“Agreed. Now, you took care of me, let me take care of you.” You whispered, nudging your chair backwards and dropping to your knees before the man. 

#jbbkinktober2020 #frederick chilton #frederick chilton x reader #hannibal smut #frederick chilton smut #hannibal x reader #kinktober

[welcometothemxdhouse]

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

#Frederick Chilton #frederick chilton x reader #frederick chilton x y/n #nbc hannibal

[adarafaelbarba]

A Little White Lie

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x reader

Fandom: Hannibal

Requested by: @astoriablehh​

Warning: Poor self image. Family members talking down on reader. Vulgar language. Hints at sexual fantasies.

A/N: This covers the Fake Relationship When Visiting Family from the Holiday Bingo @thatesqcrush​ created! 🎄

You hated family get togethers. It was just another excuse for them to point out your flaws. You’re too big or You’re not going to get a man with the work you have. Honestly, it was too exhausting listening to them. Of course, you tried to not let them get under your skin. After all they claimed to be talking like this because they cared for your well being and wanted you to live your best life. But you felt suffocated by them.

So you weren’t too pleased when you walked into work, reading a text from your mother about how they were all looking forward to seeing you for the family Christmas dinner the following week. You were contemplating on telling them you couldn’t come, but you could already hear the things that they would say about that. Always so busy, never bothers to come visit her family. No thanks. Surely you could manage a few hours with them.

But then another text ticked in. Cannot wait to meet your boyfriend. Did she honestly think you had a boyfriend?! Shit! Fuck! Fucking NOPE! When would you have time to date with all the hours you had? Your patients were your life. Not to mention there were no guy that really caught your eye, weather in was outside of work or at work.

Well, there was one. Dr. Frederick Chilton. The man behind many of your late night fantasies. Not that you would ever tell him. But there had been many lonely nights where you had cried out his name. He could never know of course.

Those words your mother had uttered in her last text. You couldn’t focus at your job. Cannot wait to meet your boyfriend. You wanted to scream. Your mother always wanted you to find a nice man and settle down, When are you going to give me grandkids? All your cousins have given your aunts and some grandkids, I’m not gonna be around forever. You hated that she was almost forcing you to have kids, when you weren’t even sure you wanted any. With the job you saw the crazy in everyone. Even some of your colleagues had started going a bit crazy. You didn’t want to bring kids into that.

«Earth to Dr. (Y/L/N). Were you listening to what I said?» You shook your head and looked at Frederick, a worried look etched on his face. «Hmm? Sorry Doctor. What were you saying?» You asked, blushing as you looked at him. «I was asking you if you’re okay. you’ve been off all day», he said, a hand on your arm, making you blush even more. You could feel the heat radiating from his arm, even through your cardigan.

«Uh, yeah. Just a lot on my mind», you said, shrugging. Not wanting to go into too much detail, but you could see that he was curious and wanted to know more. It was the psychologist in him. «My mother wants me to bring a boyfriend home», you said, rolling your head as you heard yourself say it out loud. «That bad huh?» You nodded at that. «I don’t even want to go, but I’ll get more shit from them if I don’t show up, then if I do. Unless I show up alone of course», you rambled, before stopping yourself and looking at him, «Sorry. You don’t want to hear me talk about that.»

He gave you a warm smile, and you felt your heart stop. «I don’t mind you talking about it. We’re friends right?» That made you look at him. You had never really thought about it like that. Sure, you worked together, and on a few occasions you’d gone to each other for help. But to hear him say that, made you think that maybe you were. «Yeah», you replied, giving him a nervous smile.

«What if I go with you? I can pretend to be your date. To get your mother off your back», he suggested, making you choke on your tea. «What?» You asked, coughing. «I can be you fake boyfriend. If you want to», he said again. «You really don’t have to Dr. Chilton», you muttered, feeling heat rise in your cheeks. «I know, but I want to.»

…

And that’s how you found yourself standing outside your parents house with Frederick next to you, his hand on your waist, telling yourself that it was only play pretend. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t want it to be real.

«(Y/N) so good to see you again darling! And you must be Frederick?» You mother exclaimed as she opened the door for you. «Pleasure to meet you Mrs. (Y/L/N), I’ve heard great things about you», Frederick said, shaking your mothers hand. You wanted to laugh at that, nothing of what you had told him about your family was particularly great. But you were sure he was just acting, and you were grateful for it. She let you both in, calling for everyone to come say hello.

…

«So Frederick? How did you meet (Y/N)?» Your father asked. «We work together», Frederick responded, looking over at you with a small smile. «Oh. Well, if she was gonna find someone somewhere, where else», you father noted.

That made the whole room tense, until your mother spoke up, «At least she’s not dating one of those people.» One of those people meaning a patient. Your mother had always been vocal about how much she hated your workplace and your patients. But you didn’t want to listen to her. You loved your job.

«Meaning?» Frederick asked, and the room fell quiet again. «Oh, you know, those crazy people you have there», she said, sounding so confident it made you sick. Frederick could only look at her in surprise and shock. Shocked that she could talk like that.

…

The rest of the dinner went okay with only a few more rude comments here and there. It wasn’t until the end, when she was packing leftovers for everyone. «Oh, I think you forgot (Y/N)», Frederick noted, looking at you mother. «No. She doesn’t need too much of this. It’ll go right to her hips.» You had bit your tongue the whole night, but by the look in Frederick’s eyes, you could tell he would do something he regretted if you didn’t intervene.

Before you could say anything though, he jumped in. «How dare you talk about own daughter like that?! What gives you the right to treat her like you do?!» Your mother gasped, too in shock to respond. «(Y/N), is the sweetest woman I’ve ever come across, which should be a surprise given that you’re her mother. I’ve had patients kinder than the likes of you! You don’t deserve to have her in your life», He spat. Taking his hand in yours, you softly tugged at it, trying to get his attention.

Looking over at you, his face softened a bit. «I think it’s time we leave», you murmured, grabbing your things before pulling Frederick with you, «Bye guys.»

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In the car back you could hear a pin drop at the silence that filled the small space. «I’m so sorry (Y/N), I don’t know what came over me», he murmured, looking at you. «Thank you Frederick. She really needed to hear that», you simply responded, looking at him from the drivers seat. «Why don’t you come over to my place tomorrow, and I’ll cook you a thank you dinner?» You suggested, getting a nod in return. «I’d like that», he replied, a smile etched on his lips.

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