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oicuperp · 3 months
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rewatching hannibal is being an experience bc is will really joking when he says he doesnt like visiting psychiatric hospitals bc hes afraid they arent gonna let him out
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commander----shepard · 4 months
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My poor baby🥺🥺
( I, let me quote, -- hate,hate, hate, double hate, loathe entirely --, what they did to him....He was many not-good-things, but he didn’t deserve this all though )
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aengusnatureking · 8 months
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Frederick Chilton in Hannibal 3X12 part the number of the beasr is 666 part 4
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frederickchill · 5 months
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>> it's kind of symbolic, but in a bad way, that Chilton-mun's hair dye color is 6.66...
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the-chilton · 10 months
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The Chilton Gallery
Season 2 Episode 7 Yakimono
Part (*to be numbered)
1 -- 2
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y'all should definitely NOT listen to this song and imagine little 3-year-old Capri being an absolute menace and causing mayhem in the Chilton household with little baby Mike as her partner in crime (who is now capable of scooting across the floor in his green onesie at practically the speed of sound and the world is NOT ready for him!!)
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unstableliquid · 2 years
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ok but in every fanfic i see there is "chilton is pathetic" "nobody likes chilton" "chilton is desperate" like guys what has he ever done to you
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purgatorily · 7 months
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ohhh we are not entertaining these nonsensical notions of will graham not today not ever
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pesky--dust · 4 months
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the "diagnosis" Chilton gave Will during his trial was the one closest to the truth ("Will Graham has never been diagnosed. He won't allow anyone to test him. He has carefully constructed a persona to hide his real nature from the world. He wears it so well, even Jack Crawford couldn't see past it. (...) There is not yet a name for whatever Will Graham is.")
unlike Alana Bloom or Jack Crawford, he saw what a manipulator Will was and that in front of them he played a poor, confused, wounded bird ("(...) A particularly-manipulative one at that. Poor, confused, wounded bird for Agent Crawford and Doctors Lecter and Bloom. And for me, well, I get the psychopath's triumvirate: charm, focus and ruthlessness. The charm, of course, being debateable.")
he believed Will that Hannibal may be the Chesapeake Ripper and said Jack Crawford: "Hannibal once served me tongue and made a joke about eating mine. It's hard not to at least consider it.". Jack ignored him. (I think Jack was already planning some large-scale action against Hannibal, but that's a topic for another post)
he called Dr Lecter "Hannibal the Cannibal"
he understood that Will Graham was alive because Hannibal Lecter liked him that way
criticized Jack for letting Will and Hannibal get closer to each other and then leaving Will alone ("You dangle Will Graham and now you cut bait. You are letting Hannibal have him hook, line and sinker.")
when Jack expressed hope that the relationship between Hannibal and Will was one of those friendships that ends after the disemboweling, Chilton told him: "I would argue, with these two, that's tantamount to flirtation. Will is going to lead you right to him." and let's be real, he was right.
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pinkacademiaprincess · 6 months
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Any guide on Elle woods / hermione / rory coz I had no study motivation 😮‍💨
“she’s like a real life rory gilmore…”
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fictional study icons guide, part 1: rory gilmore
ty for the ask! i’m gonna make this multiple parts, next will be elle woods, i never read/ watched harry potter tho so idk about hermione 🫣 but if y’all want me to do other characters, feel free to send ideas!
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know your goals
rory had a clear idea of what she wanted for herself: to go to harvard & to become a journalist. when school & studying starts to feel tedious or difficult, having a strong “why” will keep you going. maybe you want to get into a certain school, you have a dream career path, or you want to become extra knowledgeable. never lose sight of your goal - surround yourself with reminders of it. rory had harvard memorabilia hanging in her room as a constant reminder of what she was working towards. you can create a vision board online, print pictures & hang them in your room, put notes up on your mirrors & walls. remember that classes, tests, & assignments are all leading you to a greater goal. studying is a means to an end and you deserve the best ending!
study a lot
rory prioritized her studies and spent a lot of her free time on schoolwork. the easiest way to succeed is to put in the time. don’t cut corners when it comes to your education - do your homework and assignments diligently, go through assigned readings & videos carefully, & if the teacher gives you optional/additional work, do it. remember tho, it’s important to study smarter, not harder. the most beneficial thing you can do is spend as much time as possible utilizing study methods that work for you. don’t waste time on study methods that aren’t effective for you. you can search my older posts for info about study styles or google learning styles & use that to help determine your best approach to schoolwork.
conquer challenges asap
when rory first started going to chilton, she unexpectedly got a bad grade on one of her first essays. she could have sat there and made excuses, felt sorry for herself and blamed the school/ teachers, but instead she worked extra hard to improve and overcome that poor grade. in the end she was valedictorian, showing that she was able to rise to the challenge and ultimately succeed. if you find yourself struggling with schoolwork, please take initiative asap and get whatever help you need. utilize all your resources - teachers, classmates, youtube video explanations, khan academy, tutors (if possible) - do not allow a dip in performance to be your norm. try to get to the bottom of why you’re struggling and then take care of whatever’s causing it. if you let yourself succumb to the struggle - telling yourself it’s because of bad teachers, the content is too hard, etc. - the only person who is gonna suffer in the long run is you. be proactive and take charge of your education.
take breaks
while rory did spend a lot of her time studying, it didn’t rule her whole life. she still made time for friends, family, and fun activities. life is about balance, and you don’t want to burn yourself out by spending every waking moment on school. take breaks for fun, to spend time with loved ones, to get fresh air & be active. give your mind breaks so that you can stay in top shape. that being said, make sure you strike a balance. don’t let your social life get in the way of your academics, but don’t let studying stop you from living life.
read a lot!
when i think of rory, i think of reading. she always has her nose in a book! she not only reads, but she reads books that are thought-provoking and intellectual - classics, non-fiction, and so on. reading is a wonderful hobby and it can also be a way to expand your mind. challenge yourself by reading books that are somewhat difficult to challenge yourself to read closely & dissect the content. find classics that genuinely interest you or non fiction on topics you enjoy. combine the fun of reading with the desire for intellectual growth. by reading more difficult books you can improve your vocabulary, build you reading comprehension skills, become better at analyzing literary devices, and overall become a more interesting person.
that’s all! have a great school year & best of luck with your studies! 🩷
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COSMOPOLITAN
pairing: tristan dugray x fem!reader
warnings: vulgar language, grinding (DANCING), lots of yelling for literally no reason?? (the gif is not mine!!)
summary: you're in love with your best friend, tristan. since he's chilton's manwhore you know you have no chance especially when rory transfers. what happens when you decide you're done?
word count: 2.3 k (i don’t even know what’s going on)
prompt: write about a relationship, either romantic or platonic, that is being affected by jealousy.
Tristan Dugray was almost always pestering the girl in Mary Jane’s and frilly socks about his love life. He would tell her about his latest conquest (making out with some girl) and she’d pretend to be fine with it, giving him a tight lipped smile and nodding like her life depended on it. Like a bobblehead. Tristan never noticed how the glint in her eyes would die out whenever he mentioned how pretty another girl was when she was standing right there. How she would look down at her shoes in defeat when he was flirting with someone. And still he never noticed how he slowly was breaking the poor girl’s heart.
Until Rory Gilmore walked through the doors of Chilton with her beautiful eyes and dazzling smile. That’s when she knew it was over for her, no way in hell was Tristan going to notice her now. And she was right. He was so deeply intrigued with the new girl who didn’t fall victim to his looks and charisma. She respected Rory for that, she so desperately wanted to be the same, to not care about him.
“I think she’s really into me, Cosmo.” Tristan slammed his locker shut, dreamily staring at Rory who was bickering with Paris about something. The slam of the metal made the girl jolt from her thoughts. Her nose scrunched hearing her nickname. It was so stupid but she never made a fuss about it. Cosmo was short for Cosmopolitan. In freshman year, she spilled a Cosmopolitan all over him because he made fun of her shoes at a party. That was the day that they became friends and the day her dumb nickname was born.
“In your wet dreams, Dugray. Rory Gilmore is way out of your league.” She scoffed, closing her locker and hugging her textbooks to her chest. Tristan rolled his eyes, still focusing his attention on the beautiful girl.
“You’re just jealous.” He smirked, seeing her freeze up. She was. This ugly thing in the pit of her stomach had been there for what felt like forever. She didn’t say anything, just jammed his foot with her heel before walking off. He yelped and called out for her but for the first time in a long time she didn’t respond. She just kept walking to her next class. She sat down next to Paris, who seemed notice the change of her usually bright demeanor.
“Are you okay?” She quietly asked, taking notes with her pen, occasionally looking up at the board. The girl beside her, nodded and did the same as her friend. Paris seemed unconvinced but didn’t say anything not wanting to bother the seemingly upset girl. Class continued and she did her best to continue like she usually would but her chest felt heavy and painful. She zoned out until she heard the bell ring.
School was over. A perfect excuse to avoid everyone to go home and have a good cry. At least that’s what she thought she’d do. Paris stopped her from leaving the classroom, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked concerned.
“What’s going on with you? You haven’t mentioned your love for shoes in an hour. That’s rather odd.” The blonde interrogated her, her hands on her hips. As stupid as that sentence was, she was right. The girl LOVED her shoes and constantly talked about them to her friends, who thought her obsession was endearing.
“It’s nothing! I’m just…tired. School is tough.” She lied, smiling to make it sound more believable. That was a mistake.
“You hesitated!” Paris pointed an accusing finger like she was going to scold her.
“I did not!” Her voice cracked at the end, making her groan. Paris smirked in realization making (Name) frown.
“Tristan did something stupid, didn’t he? I swear, I’ll kick his ass!” The short blonde said, making her panic.
“Okay, fine. Yes, he did. But it doesn’t matter. I overreacted and he likes Rory! And he will never see me like that, I’m not even half as pretty.” She rambled, her hands frantically moving as she talked. Paris’ eye twitched, hearing her friend self deprecate.
“I can’t believe I used to like that dimwit. He’s so blind.” The blonde girl mumbled to herself making (Name) snort. She agreed, he was so blind.
“Wait, you should go to that dumb party Madeleine’s throwing. Maybe you’ll meet a guy and get over Tristan. He’s being a whiny a-hole. Stop waiting for him and do what you want. Louise was dying for you to come anyways, it’s perfect! Just head over early so you can get ready with the girls.” Paris spoke like it was the most obvious thing on the planet. Truthfully, it was a good idea. What was the worst that could happen?
“I’ll go…only if you come with me! Please?” She pleaded, taking Paris’ hand in hers and giving her doe eyes. Paris groaned and nodded making the girl squeal in delight. She quickly pulled her into a hug before saying goodbye and leaving the classroom. Her mood now restored as she giddily made her way down the hallway to her locker. She put away her things and grabbed her backpack. She ran out of the school before she could find Tristan who would bombarde her with questions and make her upset again.
She threw her backpack in the backseat of her beat up car. The red paint was chipping but she couldn’t care less, it was her’s. Unlike Tristan. She sighed, backing out of her parking spot before driving home. For the next few hours she did her homework, listening to her Dolly Parton CD that her mother had recently bought her. When she finished she called Madeleine to confirm that she’d come over later. She smiled, hearing Madeline squealing and telling her to get her ass over there, immediately. She hung up, searching for an outfit to wear, settling on jeans and a cute top. She put on her Mary Jane heels and left the house, saying goodbye to her younger brother.
Half an hour later she arrived at Madeline’s house. Her stomach turned, realizing that this was the first party she’d go to without Tristan in awhile. She walked to the front door and pressed the doorbell. She waited a few moments before her favourite girls came into view. Madeleine, Louise and Paris were all standing in front of her with smiles on their faces.
“Cosmo! I’m so glad you came! We were just about to do makeup so perfect timing.” Madeleine squealed, hugging her.
“Thanks for inviting me. I really needed this.”
“Of course, (Name). You’re gonna have so much fun tonight!” Madeleine exclaimed, pulling her and the two other girl’s to her room. All three of them sat on her enormous bed, Louise was busy filing her nails, Paris was nervously playing with her cardigan and (Name) absentmindedly stared at her shoes.
“Cosmo. I have the perfect dress for you. Come ‘ere!” Madeleine showed her a gorgeous brown mini dress with lace. The girl in question’s eyes widened.
“I…I thought my outfit was fine. I can’t accept a dress like that Maddie.” The girl was flustered, she always hated when her friends bought her things, it reminded her how poor she was.
“Your outfit is fine! You look cute. But, we want you to look hot. Please, please, pretty please? For me? You’d look so good!” She pleaded giving you puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes, taking the dress from her and going to the bathroom to change. You could hear whooping on the other side of the door from Madeleine and Louise. Once she put the dress on she immediately fell in love with it, the fabric just felt so right and hugged all the right places. She walked out of the bathroom and did a curtsy, jokingly, which made her friends laugh.
“I knew you’d look hot!” Louise said, making you scoff.
“Isn’t it too short? It barely covers my ass.” She genuinely asked, looking at herself in the mirror.
“No such thing” Madeline and Louise said in unison.
“Okay, now that (Name) is ready, you guys can do makeup. I’m going to go find food.” Paris announced, getting up from the bed and leaving, off to find something to eat. For the next twenty minutes, all three girls silently did their makeup in Madeleine’s huge vanity, occasionally passing each other something. (Name) was the first done, she didn’t really feel like putting on too much makeup, she usually never wore it. A few minutes later Madeleine’s and Louise finished as well. Madeleine put on a tight pink dress and Louise put on a lacy green one, surprisingly the dresses complimented each other.
“You guys look great! My girls are so pretty.” (Name) praised, giving them both a hug. They all giggled as they walked to the living room. Paris was found sitting on the couch with a bag of chips. (Name) sat down next to her, stealing a chip from the bag making Paris playfully glare at her. Not even a minute later, the doorbell could be heard and before she knew it the entire house was filled with people. Everyone was either dancing, drinking, making out, all of which (Name) set her sights on doing by the end of the night.
She started off drinking her usual Cosmopolitan, sipping away happily, talking to Paris until she was offered shots. How could she refuse shots? After her third shot, she decided she wanted to dance. Her favourite song was playing, an upbeat 90s song, that made her sway her hips. If guys weren’t looking at her before they were definitely looking at her now. A guy she knew from school came up to start dancing with her, she didn’t mind his hands on her as she grinded on him and mumbled the lyrics of the song.
“Didn’t know you had that in you, (Name).” He said, his voice husky, making the girl shiver. She smiled, turning to look at him.
“Maybe it’s always been there.” She whispered in his ear, her arms wrapped around his neck, lazily.
“Niko. My name’s Niko.” He placed his arms around her waist, looking down at her with something in his eyes that she couldn’t place.
“Cute-“ She began before she was interrupted by someone grabbing her arm. Tristan, she realized. He was wearing a tee shirt and jeans, looking undeniably good. She groaned not wanting to have anything to do with him at the moment.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Niko?!” The blond asked the other boy. Niko rolled his eyes.
“Dancing with (Name), obviously.” He replied, making Tristan’s patience run thinner.
“She’s drunk, Asshole. Go make-up with Summer, she’s over there. She’s been dying to talk to you.” Tristan lied about Summer. In truth she wanted nothing to do with Niko since he had cheated on her. Hearing Tristan’s statement Niko left the drunk girl, unwrapping his arms from around her and left.
“Seriously? The one guy that actually flirts with me and you tell him to go back to his ex?” She asked, frustrated. She just wanted to have fun tonight, to forget about him.
“I wasn’t going to let him take advantage of you!” He angrily replied, his voice becoming louder with every word he spoke.
“We were just gonna kiss! What’s wrong with kissing, Tris?!” She yelled, trying to walk away but he wouldn’t let her, instead dragging her to one of the many rooms in Madeleine’s house.
“Nothing, just not with that jerk!” They entered the dimly lit room, both angry with one another for stupid reasons.
“Oh, so I’m supposed to get your approval? You’re not my father! Why does it matter so much, I just wanted to have fun tonight and you’re ruining it.” She responded, sitting on the bed as far away from him as she could. She folded her arms and stared at the dress she was wearing.
“Because I’m jealous!” He finally said. Her eyes almost popped out of her head. He was what? He was definitely fucking with her, right?
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Shit, I wasn’t supposed to say that.” He muttered, his face flushing slightly.
“Why the fuck are you jealous?!” She asked, bewildered, not believing anything he was saying.
“You literally haven’t talked to me all day! You decline all my calls. And I decide maybe I should have a good time. And then I see you grinding on fucking Niko in that dress.” He replied, moving closer to her on the bed. She involuntarily gulped.
“That doesn’t explain why you’re jealous. Like at all!” She was on the verge of leaving to drink her problems away.
“Because I like you!” He yelled, making her stop breathing for a second.
“No, you don’t. What about Rory?” She responded out of habit. His eyes faltered. Her eyes watered, this was an awful day.
“I…I was trying to make you jealous. I never liked her or any of the other imaginary girls I talked to you about. I like you and only you.” He took her hands in his, not breaking eye contact. He wanted to make sure he got his point across, (Name) could be very oblivious at times.
“You’re so stupid. I like you too. Making me jealous was a terrible idea.” She playfully scolded, finger pointing at him and all. Her face was hot from just confessing that she liked her best friend.
“I know.” He smiled, seeing her flustered. It was so cute. He cupped her face in his hands and asked something she’d been dying to hear for ages.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispered.
author’s note: hi omg i forgot to post this, i hope you liked it? i dunno how i feel about it. maybe i’ll do a part two?? please tell me your thoughts! i accept constructive criticism but don’t be rude please. anyways someone request something because i’m very very bored, ily mwah bye bye
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Don't Blame Me (Smut)
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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
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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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twitchylittlelamb · 3 months
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I have 20 minutes to do this before my lunch break ends, let's go.
Yesterday I was rewatching Will's trial in S2, trying to focus on the little details, and something about Chilton's statement got me.
Through the whole trial Will remains the same: gaze low, neutral expression, barely reacting, fishing in his mind palace (except during Hannibal's statement, where we see him finally interested). While Chilton is talking Will remains the same, until he talks about how Will constructed the way he presents himself socially.
Paraphrasing Frederick cause I have no time to search for the screenshot of the scene, Will constructed his person suit as fragile, scared and harmless. The confused man we know couldn't commit those crimes, because in fact that man wasn't real. Chilton was wrong about Will's guilt and is often very dumb, but he saw through Will. The most important detail here is Will reaction as Chilton says this: outside he remains the same, but then it cuts to him fishing. An amused smile in his face, for the first time in this episode.
Then Chilton goes on about how saving lives pleasures Will as much as taking them, because he thinks of himself as a god. (Remember Hannibal saying killing must feel good to God too, he does it all the time.) Immediately after Chilton says this, it cuts to a beautiful shot of Will fishing.
A fisherman has the power to choose if the prey he catches will be returned to the water and live, or die and be eaten. Much like God, much like Hannibal.
(Also I used to go fishing a lot with my dad - Abigail moment - and here's the thing about these two possibilities: it doesn't matter. Either are pleasurable, both leave you feeling victorious and satisfied.)
I can't stand depictions of Will as a fragile and helpless victim. He was dark before Hannibal. In fact, they're so drawn to each other BECAUSE of their mutual recognition. Even if Will didn't understand it yet. Will was that confused, twitchy man because he was scared of his darkness, not because he was a victim.
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Anyways, stop treating Will like a poor baby who fell victim to the scary monster.
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aengusnatureking · 2 years
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Hannibal 2X07 Yakimono. Bloody Chilton
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bliss-is-in-blood · 1 month
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I find so funny when Chilton taunt Hannibal with prison and how it's gonna be awful for him as if he won't thrives in it too.
First of all he hold his fair share in a fight, he might not be the big dog but he going to hold his ground. What would help him the most his is knowledge of anatomy.
As seen in Silent of the Lamb, he can taunt you to suicide, so if you bother him be sure is gonna point at your every soft spot relentlessly until you break. really after a couple of time other prisonner would be wary of him.
He would definetly spread discord among the other prisonners, put them against each other and many fight started because of him but never involving him.
if you don't want to be his target you just leave him be.
He will also definetly make some allies. He's a psychiatrist, he's incredibly intelligent and know many things, so he will definetly hold a position of counsel within the other inmate and he take on the role of a psychiatrist/psychologue when need be. He doesn't ask payement up front but you have a debt to him and when he ask for something you do it.
So if he ever find himself in a fight or you go help or your provid him with better mean to defend himself like a homemade knife/blade. it's great because he will take the blame for owning the knife and even make a little joke how the blood on the floor make for a welcomed spot of color in this grey disgusting prison. Killing is no problem for him, ever. he doesn't care about the punishement.
He's also a good cook and you bet he will find ways to enhance prison recipe and create new one.
What he asks to smuggle the most are food stuff or drawing material.
He's a fun guy too, makes a lot of joke, help the inmate at time, he loves to push the prison guard to their limit too, how many resigned because of him ? who knows, but the other inmate often tries to bet with him on how fast he can make a new prison guard quit. Sometime Hannibal indulge just for fun.
New employee are told to be nice and polite to Hannibal otherwise he's gonna make their life a living hell and they won't even know it nearly all come from Hannibal.
He is also a doctor so you bet people come to him with their issue. He does his best with what he has, often help them get a proper diagnosis with other doctor because he tells them to ask for specific exam or tell them to inform the prison doctor to considers such pathology.
people warn other about him, because even naked, he is armed with teeth and you won't like how he will use them if you bother him. even if you were in good term with him.
Sometime when an inmate goes out, they go to find Will and they tell him about Hannibal and poor Will who is just doing his groceries have now to deal with a very passionate inmate telling him he should visit Hannibal (Hannibal didn't ask them to do it, they just decided on their own after rumors spread in the prison (you know they read tattlecrime there too or they've seen the countless drawing Hannibal made of Will.)
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