Mi Familia-Mi Vida

****HIATUS **** Independent and highly selective Frederick Chilton RP inspired by the show and fic Cute Waitress by Xfleuriste -mun and muse 25+ Some nsfw// side blog Art by TommieGlenn.

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calming starter sentences

"Its okay, I'm here."

"I'm not going to leave you."

"Everything is okay."

"I'm going to protect you."

"I believe in you."

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now."

"You're not going to lose me."

"I love you."

"I'll stay right here, okay?"

"Just breathe."

"I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."

"You're everything to me."

"I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"You don't have to be alone."

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           BORN TO THE LONG FAMILY on a cold morning on January 27, 1980, Carolyn Ann Long never had the markings of a spoiled child. Born with her father’s stubbornness and absolute hatred for charity given to her when there were so many more that deserved it, Carolyn worked throughout her high school years at a local flower shop all in the effort to help keep up her family home while her father took her mother for cancer treatments.

College never happened and instead she took and held on to a job at a small diner after high school graduation. It kept her head above water along with a few other jobs here and there. Life wasn’t easy. It was wake up, go to work, and go to bed. Then repeat every day in the same pattern.

It wasn’t until meeting a certain psychiatrist that her life changed for better and for worse. It was her interest in Dr. Frederick Chilton that placed her in the line of sight for the Chesapeake Ripper to add further damage.

And it was in the trauma felt by Frederick’s incarceration – as well as her own – as the suspected Chesapeake Ripper and remaining days after that, she found a haven within the flower shop that had been her sanctuary in teenage years and soon came to own and manage the small shop.

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A sharp sound suddenly came from the prisoner, it was somewhere between a guffaw and a grunt. “Oh nonsense.” Abel let his head fall back against the wall. “I am far too exhausted for this. You came down here to see your tormentor. Either to lord over the fact that I’m in your cage again or to face your boogey man or to get some yuks over the fact that you’re now not the only one missing bits. Perhaps more than one.”

Frederick huffed, trying not to show Abel he was right. At least on the facing the boogeyman part. He scowled at Gideon, he wouldn’t let his prisoner get the best of him.

“Oh you are tired, hmm?” Frederick mocked, moving closer to the other man. “Colluding with Hannibal must be so..exhausting,” he said, extending the last word with almost a drawl.

“Well, shall we start your therapy then, or are you too tired?”

“Therapy?” That caused Abel to shift so he was facing Frederick more directly. His face was in a deep scowl as he looked at the director. “You cannot be serious. I do hope this is another twisted joke of yours, like housing me next to Will Graham.” 

He paused and blinked, eyes narrowing into slits. “You are exceedingly unqualified to assess anyone’s mental state, let alone treat ailments.”

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Frederick inhaled deeply, trying to stay calm. So this was going to be how Gideon would behave? Lovely. He wasn't going to let the other man get to him. Or at least, was going to try his damnedest not to let Gideon know.

"It's no joke, Abel," Frederick replied, smirking. "But if you prefer, I can have you transferred to prison, I believe therapy there..is non existent, or at best, substandard. If you can get in."

"And of course, you would be in with the general population," he said, raising his eyebrows. "I cannot imagine you would enjoy that?"

Frederick scoffed at the man's insult. Or attempt at that, anyway.

"This from the man who butchered his own wife, yes, I am sure you are the best judge of my qualifications," he chuckled. "Shall I go get my Harvard diploma from my office, would that assuage your concerns?" Frederick's tone dripping with condescension.

"Or, I can go, make that call saying that you do not need psychiatric care, and that you should be transferred. It is up to you," he said, smiling wickedly.

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It hadn’t been pleasant, his time with Lecter. He suffered at the man’s table. Federal agents were finally building a case against him, though it was a mountainous task. Threads were being followed that lead back to the charismatic cannibal, tangled and woven into tapestries that most were only seeing for the first time.

Abel had seen them, though he hadn’t been sure what he had been looking at. Now he knew. The art of a brilliant, evil individual.

He had been returned to BSHCI for lack of a better place to put him. Abel Gideon was suddenly falling into place as a victim of Hannibal Lecter, possibly well before he had killed anyone… and now the FBI wasn’t even sure he was guilty of the crime he was originally sent to the prison hospital for.

When he was told that Frederick Chilton wanted to speak with him, Abel almost wanted to laugh. 

“Frederick,” the prisoner muttered, barely making an effort to turn his head to the side as he sat on his bunk. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Dr Gideon,” Frederick began, straightening his spine. He could do this. He had lived through Abel going through his stomach, and getting shot. And he had Carolyn again. Everything would be alright with her by his side. Soon enough, she would be his wife.

Frederick was back at his position at the BCSHI, at least for the time being. He was contemplating private practice, but he wanted to at least come back, to prove he wasn’t broken.

“Just wanted to check in on you, make sure you are settling in comfortably?”

A sharp sound suddenly came from the prisoner, it was somewhere between a guffaw and a grunt. “Oh nonsense.” Abel let his head fall back against the wall. “I am far too exhausted for this. You came down here to see your tormentor. Either to lord over the fact that I’m in your cage again or to face your boogey man or to get some yuks over the fact that you’re now not the only one missing bits. Perhaps more than one.”

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Frederick huffed, trying not to show Abel he was right. At least on the facing the boogeyman part. He scowled at Gideon, he wouldn't let his prisoner get the best of him.

"Oh you are tired, hmm?" Frederick mocked, moving closer to the other man. "Colluding with Hannibal must be so..exhausting," he said, extending the last word with almost a drawl.

"Well, shall we start your therapy then, or are you too tired?"

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“Needless to say, I will not be eating the food.”

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Abel had survived nearly being killed by Hannibal, although he was now missing an arm and a leg. Today was his first day back at the hospital Frederick ran.

Frederick wasn’t looking forward to seeing Gideon, the man who had gotten into his belly as it were. He was engaged to a lovely woman now, and Hannibal was off somewhere in Europe. Eventually, Will would find the cannibal, and as long as he was far away from them, it would have to do for now.

Frederick walked up to the cell containing Abel, having taken a deep breath before rounding the corner. He could do this, he reminded himself.

“Hello, Abel,” Frederick said, unable to keep the hint of venom from his tone.

It hadn’t been pleasant, his time with Lecter. He suffered at the man’s table. Federal agents were finally building a case against him, though it was a mountainous task. Threads were being followed that lead back to the charasmatic cannibal, tangled and woven into tapestries that most were only seeing for the first time.

Abel had seen them, though he hadn’t been sure what he had been looking at. Now he knew. The art of a brilliant, evil individual.

He had been returned to BSHCI for lack of a better place to put him. Abel Gideon was suddenly falling into place as a victim of Hannibal Lecter, possibly well before he had killed anyone… and now the FBI wasn’t even sure he was guilty of the crime he was originally sent to the prison hospital for.

When he was told that Frederick Chilton wanted to speak with him, Abel almost wanted to laugh. 

“Frederick,” the prisoner muttered, barely making an effort to turn his head to the side as he sat on his bunk. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

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“Dr Gideon,” Frederick began, straightening his spine. He could do this. He had lived through Abel going through his stomach, and getting shot. And he had Carolyn again. Everything would be alright with her by his side. Soon enough, she would be his wife.

Frederick was back at his position at the BCSHI, at least for the time being. He was contemplating private practice, but he wanted to at least come back, to prove he wasn't broken.

“Just wanted to check in on you, make sure you are settling in comfortably?”

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@dr-abel-gideon liked for a starter Abel had survived nearly being killed by Hannibal, although he was now missing an arm and a leg. Today was his first day back at the hospital Frederick ran. Frederick wasn't looking forward to seeing Gideon, the man who had gotten into his belly as it were. He was engaged to a lovely woman now, and Hannibal was off somewhere in Europe. Eventually, Will would find the cannibal, and as long as he was far away from them, it would have to do for now. Frederick walked up to the cell containing Abel, having taken a deep breath before rounding the corner. He could do this, he reminded himself. "Hello, Abel," Frederick said, unable to keep the hint of venom from his tone.

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Waiting for Seleste

Carolyn was about 5 months pregnant, and she and Frederick were lying in bed.  They had just made love, and she had fallen asleep shortly after.  As much as her hormones were raging, Carolyn also needed quite a lot of sleep.  But it was worth being a little tired, she was so excited for their baby.  

Frederick was curled to Carolyn, his arm protectively around her middle, one leg hitched over hers.  He smiled as he watched her sleep, she looked so peaceful. The moonlight was filtering through their closed curtains, caressing her cheek and making her look all the more an angel in her light blue nightgown.  Now that their little one was growing, it could be hard for her to get comfortable getting to sleep.  So seeing his love so serene filled Frederick’s heart with joy.  

He gently caressed her stomach, snuggling closer so he could place a kiss to her belly.  He couldn’t wait to meet their baby.  He just knew she was going to be as wonderful as her mother.  

“Te amo mija,” he whispered.  He jumped a bit when the baby kicked, and his smile grew.  He looked up to see if Carolyn had woken, but she still seemed out like a light. 

“Well hello to you too sweetie.  You know your Mamí and me, we can’t wait to meet you,” he said, keeping his voice low.  He wondered if she could really hear him, or her kick was just a coincidence.  But there is was again, a little kick, and Frederick felt his emotions welling up.  

Carolyn was slowly waking, but kept her eyes closed, trying to fall back asleep. She loved hearing Frederick talk to their baby.  He did it often, he would even sing to her.  She just knew he was going to be an amazing father.  

“You know, we love you so much, so so much Seleste,” he whispered, hand still on her middle.  “Your mamí, well, she’s the most amazing woman, mi ángel.  I can’t believe sometimes I have her….and now we have you,” he whispered, his voice crackling slightly with emotion.  He stroked her belly gently, and Carolyn simply listened to the voice of the man who held her heart.  

“I promise you, we will always be there for you,” he continued, his lips touching her belly feather lightly.  “And I will never let anyone hurt you, precious corazoncito,” he said, his voice warbling.  Carolyn felt her heart clench, it pained her to hear the worry in her darling’s voice.

“Your mamí, she….she got hurt once, someone hurt her…and I promised myself, I would never let that happen again.  I couldn’t live without her,” he rasped, choking back a sob.  “And I promise, I won’t let you be hurt, you are our little miracle,” he whispered, and Carolyn could feel wetness on her silk nightgown.  She couldn’t bear to hear him cry.  

“Frederick,” she whispered, hand moving to caress his hair, the other coming to place her hand over his.  

“Carolyn-I…I’m sorry I woke you,” he said, trying to calm himself.  

“Shh…you didn’t.  It’s okay,” she cooed, as she saw him look up at her, his milky eye catching the moonlight.  

“Ricky, please don’t cry,” she said, gently wiping a tear from his cheek.  He whimpered, head leaning into her palm.

“Lo siento, I just…I worry,” he said, his voice barely audible.  

“Don’t apologize Ricky.  It’s okay, I know you do.  But we love you,” she said, squeezing his hand atop her belly.  Seleste kicked again, and she laughed.  “See?” She smiled at her husband, hand moving from his to pull on his shirt, wanting him closer to her.    

He gave her a lopsided smile, moving to rest his forehead against hers.  

“And what happened wasn’t your fault,” she said softly,   She had said it before, but she knew at times it troubled him.  Nothing pained Frederick more than when she had been hurt.  

Frederick whimpered in reply, looking down at her stomach.

“And we’re both here for her.  She is going to have a daddy that will spoil her,” she teased, nuzzling her nose against his.  

“I’m sure we will,” he said, smile growing.  “I just want the best for you both, my little family,” he said, looking into her blue eyes.  

“You love us.  That’s more than enough,” she said, brushing her lips against his.  Frederick sighed into the kiss.  “You are enough Ricky.  I love you,” she said as their kiss broke, her hand caressing his injured cheek.

“Te amo mi ángel,” he whispered.  “Te amo mi corazoncito,” he said, rubbing Carolyn’s stomach.  He smiled as he moved to kiss his wife again, the baby kicking again under his palm.  

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