#Fredrick chilton ass take

[xxgothchatonxx]

I’m lowkey scared but also excited & a bit Sad. I don’t want this to end, so I’m milking this second to last episode for all it’s worth! I GASPED SO MANY TIMES THIS EPISODE I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE FUNNY!!!!

The Number of the Beast is 666

* OHHH, The DRAGON!

* OH FUCK IS THAT MOLLY???

* BEDELIA?? OMG I DIDNT KNOW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN!

* “What’s he going to take from you [Bedelia]?” Your leg.

* “He’s in no position to eat me now.” She’s so insane.

* God, William you are so dumb & in love & smart but also dumb & in love.

* AT LAST! A STAB OF HUNGER!!!

* BUT DO YOU ACHE FOR HIM?😭😭😭😭

* And who is the lamb WILLIAM? HANNIBAL BASTARD LECTER

* Lamb to Lion Magical Girl Transformation

* Jack likes being God, Hanni.

* SO YOUR EX BOYFRIEND IS THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB, HANNIBAL?

* NOW WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, FRANCIS??

* FREDICK, THE RETURN OF MY FAVORITE ASSHOLE!!!!

* Oh, he’s MAD MAD!

* & Hanni is just standing there, LOVING IT!

* “But this was quantifiably bitchy!” EXACTLY, FREDICK! GET HIS ASS!

* Fredick is so mad, I love it. There’s so much truth to him!

* & again, Hanni is just there, Having His Fun! This is pure entertainment to him! Cat & mouse, forever they go!

* Hannibal is gonna be someone’s bitch? Fuck no babeyyyy

* OHHHH FREDDIE & HER SHITTY BLOWOUT!

* I loooooove this translation decision!

* Oh no, not the evil shoulder touch!!

* Francis is back in his leather straightjacket, what FUN!

* OH NO NO NO FREDICKKKKKKK

* LMAO HE PUT A PAD ON HIS EYES

* Need some chapstick, love?

* I loooooove the Dragon’s voice so MUCH! Terrifying & everywhere! Clearly in opposition to Hannibal, who is whispers and influences!

* OH HE IS STUCK YUCKYYYYYYYYYYYY

* “Believe me?” BITCH, YOU KNOW THE LINE OF WORK YOU’RE IN! AT LEAST ADMIT TO A HINT OF CURIOSITY!

* All Fredrick does is LIE! (Notice how I spelled his name correctly this time? Wow, what a first!)

* OH FREDICK OMG HE IS TERRIFIED WOWWWWWW I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE THE DAY

* “And does God help you?” “No.”

* REBA COCKBLOCKED HIM OH MY GOD DONT YOU DARE PUT HER LIFE ON THE LINE, DRAGON!!!

* SHE BROUGHT SOUP😭

* GOD I LOVE REBA SO MUCH!! I love her love!

* He’s an artist, Fredick!

* “A SLUG IN THE SUN!” WOWWWWW

* Oh my god. I LOVE YOU, RICHARD!

* Oh, here comes Dr. Chilton into Francis’ little home movie!

* OH NO DONT PUT THE MASK BACK ON! DONT TAKE THE TEETH OUT, NO WHAT THE FUCK???? YOU TOOK HIS LIPS??

* WHAT IS WITH THE PIANO?? OH MY GOD NO WAIT HE’S GONNA GIVE HIM THE LIPS!! He’s gonna have a snackkkkk

* “Where’s the other one?” MONCH!!!! STRAIGHT TO CAMERA MONCHHHH

* Oh, he’s in a great mood, I kinda love it.

* “That would’ve been you lip is was tasting. Again.” YUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP, BASTARD!

* “You publicly discredited Dr. Chilton.” No offense, Alana, but everyone else had probably been wanting to do that for ages, Hannibal just finally beat you all to it!

* “From my own lips,” OH NO HE DID NOTTT NO STOP TURN IT OFFFFFFFFFF

* “We’re not pilgrims, we’re pets!” OH I LIKE THAT!

* There’s no wondering with Will Graham.

* There is, however, always curiosity!

* oh FUCK NOT THE PARTICIPATION CALLBACK TO THE FIRST FUCKING EPISODE OF THE SEASON!

* William is his agency? Hmmm, I’ll bite

* OH MY GOD AN ACTUAL FREDDIE LOUNDS MURDER FOR FREDRICK!!!

* WOAH THIS IS SOME CURLY HAIR WILLIAM RIGHT THERE

* Look, we all know medically, he’s Very Dead. But the idea of having him still be alive post-fall will never not be funny to me.

* OH MY FUCKING GOD NO YOU KIDNAPPED REBAAAAAAA

* What are we doing back at the house? WHY HAVE YOU KIDNAPPED HER?

* STOP TELLING HER TO SHUT UP!

* UUGHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS BUT HATE THIS I JUST WANT REBA TO BE WELL BUT THAT WONT HAPPEN

I promise, Reba is going to be okay.. well, physically. She is going to live, she'll just need some therapy.

What I love about Fredick in this episode is I piss myself laughing whenever I watch that scene of him and Will discrediting Dolarhyde and Raul's face-acting when Francis is crawling towards him makes me cackle, because I've got a warped sense of humour. But right at the end, despite Fredick being, well, a dick, I do kind of feel bad for him. But the fact he didn't realize he was being used is a testament to just how stupid our boy Fredick is. Side-note, that was REALLY cool makeup!

Adaptation-wise it was a really cool twist because in the book it's Freddy Lounds but because that character's been genderswapped in this show and Bryan didn't want to put his Freddie in that kind of situation, which does have sexual undertones (remember Bryan had a very strict "no rape storylines" policy which is greatly appreciated), he was like "...well let's use our other Fred!"

The fucking *lip slurp* is just comedy gold! "That could've been your lip I was tasting... again" ooohhhh where's Bella when you need her??

But yes... now we come to the ending... *le sigh*

[hannibal-abo]

I Need a Hero

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by Apse_Order

Will is fed up with the world's bullshit. Abigail is dead, Alana has turned pathetically aggressive, Jack won't look his mistake in the eye, Chilton has bizarrely Will's best friend. And after all that, Will thought maybe if he tracked down Hannibal, they could find a place together. But Hannibal decided to sulk in Rome with his pretty psychiatrist. Will is done, he's taking all his dogs and moving into castle Lecter to renovate it until Hannibal gets his head out of his ass. ________ "....Is Hannibal," he mulled the next words over, "in love with me?" Fredrick groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Of course he is dick for brains, have you not been paying attention?"

Words: 618, Chapters: 1/21, Language: English

Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Characters: Will Graham, Will Graham's Dogs, Hannibal Lecter, Chiyoh (Hannibal), Bedelia Du Maurier, Alana Bloom, Margot Verger, Dr. Frederick Chilton, Mason Verger, Dr. Cordell Doemling

Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Chiyoh/Bedelia Du Maurier, Alana Bloom/Margot Verger, Dr. Frederick Chilton/Brian Zeller/Jimmy Price

Additional Tags: slight crack, Dracula Influence/References, Will Graham Helps Himself, Hannibal Lecter Loves Will Graham, Fix-It, Returning Home, Home Renovation, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Possessive Hannibal Lecter, Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Seduction, Through email

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[fightevilandthengetblownup]

OT3FIC: Chihuahua

10 -    He didn't want to go out on such a night but

He didn't want to go out on such a night but when Will had asked in that soft, quiet and uncertain voice earlier in the week, the shadow had resigned himself to the fact he would be sat at this very table yet again. Tonight of all nights it was even more frustrating as it meant he was forced to sit at a table with four people that made his teeth set on edge, rather than across the table from the tired blonde that had rolled in earlier that afternoon.

He could be eating burritos and hearing about how Dean Winchester had slipped flat on his ass while taking a wild swing at a ghoul in the middle of a mausoleum, complete with hand gestures and reenactment that would have had the ends of the flannel flipped up and legs on display. He could be curled up on the bed listening to the latest book they were working through being read quietly, adding in his voice and different ones for each character as her finger had ran along the line and his own fingers had run through her hair. He could be sat in the arm chair in front of the fire watching as she sat amidst the army of dogs, with Nana’s head resting over his foot while Zoe and Ellie rolled on their bellies for her to give them belly rubs. He could be wrapped up in her arms and waiting patiently for the last of their little family to join them after this stupid dinner was done with.

But instead, Grey had agreed to go on the assumption that Jo would not be home until the weekend and that Will had looked at him with the biggest puppy eyes of the whole family, caving him immediately. And now he was stuck seated beside the dastardly man that brought him here, getting nervous and apologetic looks sent his way every few seconds, with all chairs just that little too far apart for him to reach out and touch the curly haired man’s thigh gently in support as their host slowly wheeled the cart in from the kitchen.

Hannibal Lecter was nothing if not a gracious host and showman. And as Will had unfortunately said it would have been rude for them to not attend.

As the cart wheeled to a stop at the head of the table and the blond man lifted the cloche with a flourish, Grey barely contained the eye roll that he felt it warranted at the sighs and approving noises from the others around the table.

“Lovely as always, Hannibal.” “You really have out done yourself.”

Grey actually had to close his eyes to hide the reaction to both Jack Crawford and Alana Bloom’s reactions to the extravagant display as Hannibal began the steps to carve and serve each plate for the guests around the table. He jerked his eyes open at the touch of a hand on his own thigh, Will having lent towards him with a knowing yet patient and pleading look on his face.

“Yes, Hannibal, it all looks fantastic for those of you who can still digest meat.” The snarky response from the shadows other side made him actually smirk a little, turning his head to look out the corner of his eye towards Dr. Fredrick Chilton. The psychiatrist had a sneer all his own on his face as their host sliced up the roasted roll of meat - the doctor had claimed it was pork, but Grey had a sneaking suspicious it was more likely long pig than the four legged type - and dished out the plates with a level of theatricality that seemed ostentatious and unnecessary. “Such a shame Gideon took that appreciation away from me.”

“Oh, is there a vegetarian option?” The shadow immediately jumped on the opportunity given to him, looking around the table and then towards the tall blond as he began to lay slices of prosciutto wrapped roulade filled with layers of cheese and spinach within the roll beside the equally well prepared asparagus and other greens. Grey blinked innocently as the doctor froze mid plating, brown eyes so unlike the shadow’s favorite cook’s eyes staring at him with distaste and disapproval. “I don’t know if Will remembered to mention I don’t eat meat.”

There was a long pause as monster and monster stared one another down - a battle of wills silent between them as one tried to determine the cost of arguing against the cost of bowing down to the man that had won in a lot of the other silent wars between them - regardless of the unaware looks of the humans around the table with them as well.

Jack Crawford did not seem particularly phased by the unspoken fight being waged in front of him, while Alana Bloom merely began speaking in that annoying tone that Grey had blocked out the moment he’d first met her and heard the self-righteous tone and fake caring yet controlling way she always seemed to speak of Will - not to Will, of him - and Chilton had seemingly began bickering across the table with the fussy brunette woman as to just how she seemingly accused the shadow’s partner of not disclosing his partner’s eating habits. And for his part, Will was looking cautiously between his partner and his doctor, head twisting back and forth as if searching for the first sign of surrender from either party while they stared silently down at one another.

As the silence drew out just long enough to be rude, Grey felt the smirk bloom wider across his face as he watched the other monster draw his hands back and slowly and moved the last slice of roulade, the slice that would have been destined to sit before the shadow on the table, back to the serving display with a tiny, imperceptibly disgusted twitch to his lips. “Not a problem at all, it must have escaped my thoughts. Of course Will has informed me of your diet before-”

“Oh yes, I’ve been a vegetarian now for many years.” “Is that the term you would use?” “Would you suggest something else more suited? I’ve definitely changed my diet from the norm.”

Hannibal’s lips did twitch noticeably that moment, eyes focused upon the shadows and Grey could feel without flexing any of his powers the sheer hatred rolling off of the other as he shifted to serve a second plate for the so called vegetarians at the table. There was a distinct flavor of menace exuding from him under the fine suit and gentle manners as the plate was placed before Grey with a quiet growl.

The rest of the evening held an undercurrent of tension and distaste between the two men on a level that appeared to be undetected by all but the curly haired man sat right between the two to the right hand side of the hosts seat. A tension that made Grey’s entire night, watching his odd comment here and there slide over and taunt and tug at the other man through each and every course. A tension that made Grey smirk and sneer and ask inherently probing questions about just what kind of cooking process and where he sourced his meat so that they could look into them for Will’s meals in future, with innocently wide blue eyes. A tension that tasted almost as dry as the decadent cake slices that were served for dessert with an offhanded comment about how he would wait for the cake at home after one mouthful and got an actual cough of a reaction from the sneering host. A tension that didn’t cut through at all until the pair were bid goodnight alongside the rest of the dinner party, and began walking down the snow covered steps, hand in hand as Will muttered under his breath a question  about just where the shadow had learnt his manners from.

If nothing else, Grey thought as they made their way towards the innocuous car parked a few doors down and Will cranked the heat on and fiddled with the radio station, perhaps Grey would get out of any more invitations after that meal.

[vintagemichelle91]

Enticing Dreams: Dr. Fredrick Chilton X Reader

Author’s Note: First off, this a very naughty and very NSFW piece. I am slightly nervous about it to be quite honest with you. However, I have no idea what it is about Chilton that he just brings out the naughty in me...the very naughty. Thank you to my beautiful and wonderful writing partner @rauliskafan for convincing me and editing this piece for me. Truly, I am so grateful for how much I have grown as a writer because of you. @yourtropegirl this is my piece for Frederick Chilton appreciation day! Finally, thank you to everyone who leaves such great comments and likes on my pieces...it means the world to me!!! Especially on our Hard Lesson Series! It makes our day! Okay, I am rambling now....please enjoy this latest piece!!! 

The weight of his body pressed you up against the elevator wall as his hands roamed your frame as if in search of hidden treasures. Combing through his thick dark hair with delicate hands, you let the silky sheen tickle your fingertips. Dr. Chilton’s lips met your nape as he inhaled your sweet scent of jasmine as if it was the most intoxicating scent he had ever come across in this or any lifetime. Your chemistry was undeniable, and it could not be ignored. As he nibbled at your neck, you moaned when he located your sweet spot. His scorching hot lips set a tingle up your spine shocking in its pleasure, your need for him so intense that it almost pained you.

“God, I want you,” Dr. Chilton groaned as he squeezed your breasts, his lips lovingly lapping at your heaving flesh.

“Take me… please,” you whimpered, begging for him here and now even as part of you wanted his hotel room, his bed. An elevator was not going to allow for a heart-stopping, primal fuck.

His starving kisses ceased once the elevator doors opened at his floor. Dr. Chilton took a step back offered his hand to you. You glanced at his outstretched fingers before finding his lustful green eyes. Catching your breath, you let Dr. Chilton curled his free hand into a fist as he took in the sight before him. You leaned against the wall, placing a hand over your chest, your pink, pillowy lips swollen from the kissing as your eyes gleamed with hope of the delicious desire about to be more than a dream.

“Don’t deny me now,” he said, his voice low and dark.

You shook yourself out of your lustful daze and immediately placed your hand in his. Dr. Chilton practically yanked you out of the elevator and led you down the empty hallway of endless rooms. You almost had to run to keep up with his determined pace. Having wanted him ever since you met him in the university courtyard, even though he acted like a complete asshole. Still, such a handsome jerk. Then, the unexpected happened. He apologized like a complete gentleman, and you started over. Dinner was surprisingly wonderful; he had exceptional taste in cuisine and wine. The conversation was enticing, and you bonded over your love of art. As the evening trickled towards its end, it you felt a flame ignite when you kissed…

…and now here you were inside his expensive hotel room.

Slamming the door shut behind them, Dr. Chilton took hold of your waist and began to kiss you passionately. His lips completely dominated yours, and you gave into him without a second thought, tasting the expensive red merlot lingering on his lips as he moaned into your mouth, and his tongue parted your lips. Your hands needed to caress, to stroke, to lay claim to every inch of his delectable body.

And still you wanted more.

“Lie on your back,” you commanded softly as you pushed back slightly. His gaze was knee-buckling as he nodded, and he shrugged off his navy-blue blazer, loosened his intricate tie. You watched him settle against the many pillows of the sprawling bed, practically moaning at the sight of him ready for you, his erection already making his dress pants incredibly, enticingly tight.  

Flashing him a sultry smile, you climbed on the bed and crawled towards him. His intense gaze never left yours as he carefully watched your every single move, prey watching the predator and begging to be devoured. Hiking up the fabric of your light pink dress to your waist, you put your weight on your knees and gently pressed your lacy mound to his cock. Almost instantly, he let out a deep groan when he felt your heat on him. You smiled and pressed harder as his whimpers grew louder.

Feeling encouraged, you began to grind your hips to his. Dr. Chilton’s whimpers turned into moans then gasps. You released whimpers of your own, loving the feel of his manhood against your clit. The music of his moans turned you on even more, and you began to lose yourself, pleasuring him bringing the greatest pleasure to you. By now you knew that you would never be able to get enough of this man, and you leaned your hands on his chest, closing your eyes as you relished the way he teased your most sensitive spots.

Dr. Chilton’s breath caught at the sight of you biting down on your lower lip as you writhed on top of him. He called out your name, but you were lost in the delightful sensations and did not realize that he was staring up at you until he grabbed your thighs. Only then did your eyes fly open, and you smiled down at him as he came immediately.

Bowing your head, you placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “I want do so many more lovely things with you… to you.” Your voice was soft and breathy, seductively tempting him to give in.

Hours later, you stood in the shower alone washing away the passion of the night. Lost in a lather of sweet-smelling soap, a pang of disappointment hit you; he had yet to join you in the warm water even though you left the bathroom door unlocked. Images of your lust flashed through your head, and you grew wet in other places, picturing Dr. Chilton thrusting into you, making you scream in ecstasy. You began to squeeze your breasts, pinching your nipples with one hand, the other falling lower to your aching folds. You started to rub your clit, letting out a small moan, and then you slipped in two fingers and started thrusting in and out as fast as you could.

Never once did you stop envisioning him, the sexiest man you had ever known. Releasing your breast, you placed your free hand against wall to steady yourself, your eyes tightly shut as your mouth fell open. A surprised yelp passed over your tongue when you felt large, lovely hands at your waist, pulling you back. Dr. Chilton had you pinned against him. “I am a little disappointed you started without me.” His hands captured your full breasts as he playfully suckled your neck.

You moaned as he placed his fingers on your nipples and moved them in small, teasing circles. Running your fingers through his hair, your free hand fell to your clit again.

“No, no. None of that,” Dr. Chilton said when he saw what you were doing. “It’s my turn to take control.” And he did just that, seizing your wrists and pinning your arms at your sides. You nodded without hesitation. “On your knees,” he commanded, without letting you go. You dropped to your knees, to shower floor. “I want you to suck me.” he ordered.

Something about him made you comply to his every single wish. You began to kiss the tip of his member, sliding your tongue up his massive length, before your kisses swirled down his slick piece once more. He moaned, but tightened his grip on your hands. “Use your mouth already,” Dr. Chilton growled.

Obeying as your lips parted, you took him in as far as you could and sucked twice before pulling away again. He groaned appreciatively as you worked around his cock as his breath began to quicken. Soon he thrusted into your mouth before he dropped your wrists and gathered your hair with his fists in a tight grip, pushing his cock deeper as he used his hand to guide your head. His manhood hit the back of your mouth, and you tried to focus of your breath as he fucked your mouth. You wouldn’t do this with any other man.

But for Dr. Chilton you would do anything.

When he felt himself getting close, he stopped and pulled your hair upwards. As you stood, he turned you around so your back was to him. You felt his cock hard against your ass as he teased your nipples, pinching and twisting them.

“Fuck me,” you whispered, an overwhelming need washing over you in this vulnerable position. The intense carnal desire between you was just too much, but you could not stop. Now as before, you desperately needed him inside you.

“Hmmm?” he hummed in your ear as he continued to play with your breasts.

“Fuck me,” you repeated.

“What do we say?”

“Please, baby.”

“I didn’t hear you.” His hand fell to your clit and made you cry out as he rubbed harshly.

“Please, baby!”

He guided you forward so that you were pinned against the shower glass. “That’s my good girl.”

           Two fingers found their way into your wet folds, and he pumped them in and out, curling them inside you with every few thrusts. Gasping and moaning, you tried to grind against his hand, but he had you so close to the glass wall that it was impossible for you to move. Dr. Chilton nibbled your neck and you pressed your arms against the glass to try to keep yourself grounded. Which was impossible when he added a third finger. Crying out at the power of his touch, his speed, your orgasm hit you intensely. You tried to arch your back, but he held you so tightly, and you splayed your hands against the glass wall, desperate to grab something. With one cheek trapped against the glass, and he kissed the other, exposed one, tenderly.

           Dr. Chilton backed away and you almost crumbled to the shower floor, but he took you in his arms. “Oh, I am not done with you yet...”

Your stared at him with wide eyes. “What else are you going to do?”

Smirking, he kissed you full on the mouth. You sighed happily and parted your lips to give his tongue access. In this blissful moment, you did not notice that he had you pinned against the glass again until he guided your legs up and wrapped them around his waist. With his lips still on yours, he started to slam into you, making you gasp as his grunts and groans filled your watering mouth. He thrusted into you hard and fast as you clawed at his shoulder blades. “Oh, Freddy, oh!” You screamed, grateful that the shower drowned out your cries. You were still sensitive from the first climax, but his rhythm was intoxicating, and you were twisting and thrusting back just as hard.

Sensing that he was as close as you were, you took his thick hair in your hands, pulling his face to yours. The sensation of his labored breaths against your skin and the way he stared at you sent you over the edge, and you let out another scream at the top of your lungs. Dr. Chilton moaned at the feel of your pussy clenching around him, and his thrusts became even more fervent. Shaking, you went completely limp, but he kept you on your feet. Placing small kisses on his shoulder, you waited until he finally came inside you. Once he let out a shuddering breath, and you pressed your forehead to his, completely and utterly contented.  

Waking up with a mewling moan and sweat dripping down your forehead, your heart beat rapidly inside your chest. Despite in the alarming way you left your dreams, a small smirk spread across your lips as you recalled your steamy and sexy fantasy with one Dr. Frederick Chilton. The throbbing ache between your thighs was a vivid reminder. Settling back into your silk sheets, you could not help but feel a surge of joy. You would see him tonight. The fantasy would become a most blissful reality. And tomorrow morning you would wake in his arms, in paradise’s embrace with no need to dream when you could peer into his glorious green eyes.

[rauliskafan]

Scars - Frederick Chilton/Reader

Author’s Note: Happy Friday, everyone!!! It is my supreme privilege and honor to post this beautiful story on behalf of my sweet and spectacular writing partner, @vintagemichelle91, as she enjoys her amazing vacation. @mrschiltoncat, this is for you and all the Frederick fans on this fabulous Friday! Enjoy, lovelies!!!

You sighed as you looked at yourself once more in the mirror. Tracing the outline of your scar now faded into a long line of pink. The pain no longer stung; after all it had been two years. Sometimes it seemed hard to believe that you managed to pull through that terrible time. But whenever you so much as glanced at the scar, you were taken back to that awful night without wanting to… to relive the horrors. But tonight would be different. Tonight was not about the past. Tonight you were in the present, far away from dark, distant memories.

Pulling down your ivory silk camisole, you switched off the light and walked into Frederick’s bedroom. You smiled when he glanced up from his iPad and tapped the empty spot on the bed, beckoning you to join him. A wave of sadness suddenly washed over you. Soon you would have to go back home to another reality, miles and miles away on the other side of the country. The long-distance thing was far more difficult than you ever imagined… in your case even more so.

“You have been awfully quiet this evening, my love,” he started. “You know I prefer it when you talk to me… endlessly.” Frederick chuckled as he kissed the top of your head.

“I just hate to think that tomorrow I have to go back home and be so far away from you. This weekend went by too fast.” Burying your face in his chest, you felt warm tears prick your eyes.

“I know; I hate it too. But it is only temporary. Soon we will see each other again. I promise.” He inhaled the sweet scent of your jasmine perfume with a sigh. “But…”

“But what?” you softly asked.

“It does not make letting you go any easier.”

Lifting your head, you kissed his lips with all the passion you could muster, longing to be his once more before you had to leave. Frederick tightened his embrace as he deepened the kiss, his hands exploring your skin.  Reaching underneath his black t-shirt, you felt his heartbeat quicken, Suddenly, as if singed by fire, he swiftly pulled your hand way, and the tears in your eyes were replaced by concern.

“Frederick, what is it? Did I do something wrong?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, obviously trying to calm his ragged breaths. Shaking his head, he took your small hand in his large palm. “I am not ready for you to see me…”

“Your scars you mean?”

He was always reluctant to reveal them. During any intimate moment in the past, Frederick failed to remove his shirt, an act you never questioned. Because you completely understood; you had yet to show him your mark, the brand better off ignored.

“I don’t want to scare you,” he said, opening his eyes with a sad smile that made your heart sink. That false idea fueled by his ego and ancient fears could not be further from the truth. Maybe, in his mind, the scar was a mistake. Maybe he thought in made him less than perfect. But in each and every way he was. To you.

Cupping his face in your hands, you looked deeply into his green eyes. “Believe me; the only thing in life that that scares me is losing you, Frederick.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” he asked as he leaned into your touch, craving affection that you gladly bestowed upon him. Along with another kiss followed by a deep breath.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” you whispered.

The weekend had been magical. Candlelit dinners and lingering for hours in his plush bed. His smile at the sight of a new tie pin, a birthday present from you that he vowed to keep close to his heart when what felt like the whole wide world would stretch between you. But as his emerald eyes expanded, something in your soul suggested that this was the greatest gift you could give him.

“Yes,” he murmured. “Please.”

Climbing off the bed, you stood before him, your eyes never leaving his as you stripped off the camisole and let it fall to the floor, your body naked from the torso up. And his gaze growing wider. You felt no shame as you turned to let him look at the long line adorning the right side of your rib cage, looming large and wrapping around you like a vine.

“I… how?” he managed to ask.

“I was assaulted one night when I was coming home from a party,” you began. “A man… he came up behind me. I… I tried to fight him off. But I couldn’t. He was too strong and I… I was too weak.” You shuddered as you recalled the terrifying ordeal. As always, it was hard to even talk about. But with Frederick, even in the face of the memories, you felt safe.

“My love, the last thing you are is weak.”

As tears rolled down your cheeks, Frederick abandoned the bed and held you, his arms forming a protective fortress. You didn’t think you would cry this much, but here you were with sobs wracking your body. But the darkness was being held at bay because Frederick was here… guarding you with his life.

“I’m so sorry it happened,” he whispered into your hair, caressing your bare back, his fingers gently skimming the path of the scar. “Your strength is in your survival. And if there ever comes a time when that’s not enough, you lean on me.”

Your tears ceased, as Frederick tilted your face towards his stare, his lips descending into a delicate kiss. “Thank you for showing me,” he continued. “You did not have to. But the last thing I want is any secrets between us.” His tantalizing touch made you smile, and his fingers fell to your hands until he stood before you at arm’s length.

“Now, a promise is a promise,” he said.

“You don’t have to, Frederick. I don’t want to force---”

With a shake of his head, he gingerly touched the hem of his shirt. “I am not sure how much you know about my attacks---”

“I know enough,” you quickly said. “If it’s too much, you don’t have to re-live it by telling me.” Because you Googled him on your phone after your first date. Sought out his book after the second. Stories of Abel Gideon disemboweling him, Miriam Lass taking aim at his face. All because of the unfounded accusations that he was the Chesapeake Ripper. Of course he was innocent, framed by the real monster in everyone’s midst. All of it disturbed you. And you did have questions. But you would never press… not until he was ready.

Fredrick said nothing now as he removed his shirt and dropped it next to your camisole. The cruel red mark from the warped surgery stood pronounced against his pale flesh. But no worse than your own scar. You reached forward to touch it.

“Wait,” he said, his voice causing you to freeze. “There is more.”

Hanging his head, he proceeded to remove his glass eye. Oddly enthralled by his calm movements, you were not sure what you would see next. But you were far from afraid. Grabbing a tissue from the nightstand, Frederick wiped the make-up from his cheek, the concealer that even your kisses could never completely eradicate.

“This is the real me… underneath the mask…” he said, lifting his head while he avoided your glances. With a gasp, you felt the tears pool around your eyes once more. So many people… too many had hurt him severely. And that all but broke your heart. He shuffled where he stood, and you slowly stepped towards him, reaching for his face and turning his gaze to yours.

“Frederick, I love the real you.”

He looked stunned as he struggled for words. “I… I don’t understand how… how you could love a… a misshapen freak…”

“Stop that, Frederick,” you said determinedly. “You wouldn’t have let me get away with that.”

“But you are still beautiful, he argued. “The most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

“And you are the handsomest man I will ever know,” you insisted. “These scars… our scars. They are marks of battles that we won. Bringing us to this moment.”

He hesitated as you nuzzled his neck and stroked his chest, savoring the pulse of his heartbeat, the only sound in the room until his voice hit your ear.

“There is no victory sweeter than loving you,” he said. Hugging him tighter, you kissed his soft lips and clung to his neck, relieved when his arms wrapped around you and he gently laid you down on the bed.

“Show me how much you love me,” you sighed. “I’ve never wanted… never needed you more.”

He pulled off your panties, his pajama bottoms. Lying together naked, entangled in his sheets, you felt every shadow fade. Any walls that might have existed between you crashed down as your hands traveled the realm of his body, his lips matching the moves over every inch of your frame.

“Now, Frederick,” you moaned. “I can’t wait any longer.” You eased your leg over his, and he reached down to rub his manhood against your eager, moist mound. You thrust your hips forward, encouraging him to take you.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his voice worried as you laughed lightly, combing your fingers through his hair, your other hand falling to his ass where you felt his muscles flexing as you pushed him into your essence.

“You never could,” you whispered, stretching up to kiss the scar on his face. “Let go. It’s just you and me. Forever.”

The sound that drizzled off his tongue was delicious as he lunged inside you, over and over; the position didn’t quite allow for his full length to penetrate you, but you relished it nonetheless, delighted that you could kiss him continuously…

…until you needed more.

Reluctantly leaving his mouth, you used the leverage of your leg to push him to his back. Your moans consumed the bedroom as you rode him, grinding yourself against him. Leaning forward as your orgasm hit, you felt Frederick’s hands cradle your quivering ass, and he watched, with complete fascination, as you came undone. The climax seemed never ending, sent your senses reeling, and when it finished, you collapsed onto his chest with him still inside you, still throbbing.

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” he said, catching his breath as he caressed your flushed face. Sighing as you climbed off him, you cuddled into his side, winding the sheets around your bodies. With your fingers on his scar, his hand tenderly touching yours, you nodded into his neck and pressed your ear to his heart.

“I know,” you said, almost wishing that the sun would never rise. “But after tonight… now that we’re this close… even an ocean of stars and sky can’t come between us.”

Peering down at you, his lips curved into a small smile. You wondered if it was too much, if he was about to burst out laughing and remind you of practical things like time zones and borderlines. But Frederick just brushed a lock of hair from your face, kissed your eyes, and snuggled closer.

“I love the sound of that,” he started. “But…”

“Yes?” you asked.

“But not as much as I love you.”

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I Need a Hero

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by Apse_Order

Will is fed up with the world's bullshit. Abigail is dead, Alana has turned pathetically aggressive, Jack won't look his mistake in the eye, Chilton has bizarrely Will's best friend. And after all that, Will thought maybe if he tracked down Hannibal, they could find a place together. But Hannibal decided to sulk in Rome with his pretty psychiatrist. Will is done, he's taking all his dogs and moving into castle Lecter to renovate it until Hannibal gets his head out of his ass. ________ "....Is Hannibal," he mulled the next words over, "in love with me?" Fredrick groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Of course he is dick for brains, have you not been paying attention?"

Words: 618, Chapters: 1/21, Language: English

Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Characters: Will Graham, Will Graham's Dogs, Hannibal Lecter, Chiyoh (Hannibal), Bedelia Du Maurier, Alana Bloom, Margot Verger, Dr. Frederick Chilton, Mason Verger, Dr. Cordell Doemling

Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Chiyoh/Bedelia Du Maurier, Alana Bloom/Margot Verger, Dr. Frederick Chilton/Brian Zeller/Jimmy Price

Additional Tags: slight crack, Dracula Influence/References, Will Graham Helps Himself, Hannibal Lecter Loves Will Graham, Fix-It, Returning Home, Home Renovation, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Possessive Hannibal Lecter, Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Seduction, Through email

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