#chilton fic

[lilbabychilton]

Charitable Giving- Frederick Chilton

Chilton x Male Reader

Tags: Smut

Word Count: 1,562

Notes: Commission request. Ya girl droppin some smut into the world after the 2k18 tiddy ban.

It was Saturday evening and your best friend, Adrian, had dragged you to one of their boring charity auctions. If the event was actually about charity you wouldn’t have minded it so much. But you knew exactly where the funds were going. They’d probably end up giving 30% of what they raised to elephant preservation or whatever; and the rest would go towards buying them a new yacht.

Today was more about networking, and rubbing elbows with the rich and obnoxious than helping those in need. You loosened the tie around your neck and said a silent prayer; thanking whatever Gods would listen that the invite said ‘Semi Formal’ and you didn’t have to stuff yourself in that awful tux Adrian had gotten you a few years back.

You were hanging around the bar making light conversation while your eyes scanned the room. The same people always showed up to every function. You watched as Adrian talked with every guest, no doubt milking them for all they were worth.

After a couple minutes of conversing with the bartender, as she refilled your drink you turned your attention to the door. Just as you contemplated calling a cab, a fresh face walked in. He was average height and dressed better than anyone else in the room. Your interest was piqued.

You stood up, straightened yourself out and walked over. The handsome stranger was making small talk with Adrian when you got there. Hanging back for a minute you listened in on their conversation.

The man was well spoken, and poised. You smiled to yourself as the two of them lightly engaged in a battle of accomplishments. The exchange was getting a bit heated when you decided to let yourself in. Though you had to admit you very much enjoyed watching Adrian try to keep their composure while getting red in the face.

“Hello” you said casually, looking towards your friend then letting your eyes flicker to their guest.

“Ah, yes. Hello.” Adrian greeted you, obviously relieved to have a conversational out. They placed their hand on your upper arm then continued, “This is my good friend (Y/N).”

“(Y/N) this is Doctor Frederick Chilton, he’s the General Administrator at BSCHI” Adrian went on, removing their hand from you to ghost it over the doctors back, as if touching him was the last thing they wanted to do.

“Impressive” you said behind a smirk, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“A pleasure indeed” Doctor Chilton replied, extending his hand for you to shake.

You took it graciously while carefully noting how firm yet soft his hand felt in yours. You imagined he used an absurdly expensive hand lotion. He had that air about him.

As you shook hands he sized you up. You couldn’t tell if he was checking you out or trying to figure out what kind of competition you would be. Maybe it was a little of both.

“I’m sure you two have bunches in common” Adrian said with a forced smile, “I’ll leave you to chat.”

“Doctor Chilton,” you began “may I buy you a drink?” 

“You may” he replied with a charming smile.

“What’s your drink?” You asked when you arrived at the bar.

“Mcallan, if you please.” He replied without missing a beat. His expensive taste didn’t surprise you, everyone here had that.

“Mcallan, neat.” You said to the bartender, deciding to indulge the man’s extortionate tastes. You would almost certainly get more out of investing in him tonight than you would in this sham of a charity.

The two of you chatted for a couple hours; flirting with each other shamelessly. You had to admit, he was unctuous and you could see why Adrian wasn’t all that fond of him. But you’ve always been a sucker for a good looking man in well-tailored clothes. Besides, you couldn’t quite the see a downside in a man that so eagerly aimed to please.

You hung back and watched as he made his way around the room. Outshining everyone he spoke with. He was apparently having a rather spectacular year. In between conversations he would look towards you. Eyeing you with a certain smugness in his gaze.

The last time he looked at you he maintained eye contact for a bit longer, then smiled, before heading off to the bathroom. You weren’t sure if he was signaling for you to join him, but you were eager to find out.

After making sure no one was watching, you slipped away to the bathroom. There you found Doctor Chilton, standing in front of the mirror with an expectant look.

“There you are” he started with a grin, “I was beginning to wonder if all that flirting was just for show.”

“Not at all” you replied, taking a step towards him as he turned to you, “I just wanted to keep you waiting.”

“Best not keeping me waiting too long.” He said, smiling coquettishly as he closed the distance between you.

“I wouldn’t dream of it” you replied, punctuating your statement with a fervid kiss.

Doctor Chilton responded to your passion eagerly. He kissed you back with the hunger of a man who doesn’t often get physical attention. He immediately started running his hands through your hair and pressing his chest to yours.

He whimpered as you bit his bottom lip. You smiled arrogantly into the kiss then let your hands travel down his back and settle on his ass. You gave him a firm squeeze and his hips ground into yours. His erection strained against his dress pants and pressed into your thigh.

His hands started to explore your body, leaving tingling trails of heat in their wake. He found purchase on your growing erection, smiled, then pulled away to look you in the eyes.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” He mused, lazily giving your cock a squeeze.

“But I could be enjoying myself so much more.” You replied letting your eyes flicker to his lips, then down to where his hand was languidly stroking you over your pants.

“Shall we see what I can do about that?” He asked bringing his lips back to yours. He trailed kisses from your mouth to your neck as his deft fingers unbuttoned your dress shirt.

From your chest down to your stomach he worshiped your body like a pagan at the altar. His kisses were warm and wet, every time he stopped to suck on your skin a shiver shot up your spine.

When his tongue grazed the skin just above your belt the hair on the back of your neck stood up. He stopped and looked up at you with devious green eyes. You smiled at him; your chest heaving and body alight with anticipation.

He groaned when you laced your fingers in his hair and pushed his face closer to your painfully hard cock. He unbuckled your belt agonizingly slowly, and then unzipped your pants, using just enough pressure to tease you as the zipper went down.

He took your erection into his firm, soft hands and slowly stroked it a few times. Then he used the pad of his thumb to spread your precum around the tip.

You closed your eyes with a sharp intake of breath and allowed yourself to enjoy the sensation. While your eyes were closed he licked a long stripe up the underside of your cock then swirled his tongue around the tip.

He took you into his mouth and your grip on his hair tightened. He seemed to like, and hummed with his lips wrapped around you. Two of his fingers moved to stroke your taint as he shallowly bobbed his head.

Instinctively your hips jerked forward and you could feel yourself hit the back of his throat. He gagged a bit, but it didn’t seem to faze him in the least. He happily kept on going, messaging your balls between his fingers as you quickly thrust in and out of his mouth.

You moaned when you felt one of his hands grip your ass. His nails lightly scratching at its tender skin making you shiver.

The warmth of his mouth was beginning to overwhelm you. His tongue was skillfully moving against you as he sucked and your thrusts started getting more sporadic.

“I’m gonna cum” you breathed, roughly pulling his head back.

“Cum on me” Frederick replied breathlessly, looking up at you with hungry, lustful eyes.

“With pleasure” you growled, expertly stroking yourself until you came with a muffled grunt. Spilling yourself onto Doctor Chilton’s face and mouth.

You steadied yourself on the counter behind you and watched Frederick greedily lick his lips as you caught your breath.

“You seem spent” Chilton observed smugly as he stood up and began to clean himself off in the mirror. “Perhaps you can return the favor another time.”

He proudly handed you his number once he was all cleaned up and you rolled your eyes.

“Best we leave separately” he said as you collected yourself, “wouldn’t want people to gossip.”

He threw you a wink as he sauntered out of the bathroom. You looked yourself over in the mirror and thought to yourself ‘the man has good reason to be boastful.’

As you left the bathroom you fiddled with the Doctor’s number in your pocket. Eager to give him a call and see what else he had in store.

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[sunrise-on-the-reaping]

Writer Appreciation Wednesday

Each Wednesday I’m going to pick a fanfic writer and rec some of my favorite stories by them. Go and show them some love!!!

Today’s writer is @writing-journeyx

Must reads:

Journal Series  (Chilton x reader) Nights (Chilton x reader) Sunrise (Barba x reader)

[lilbabychilton]

Chilton wearing panties and getting caught I feel like he has a fascination with how they look and feel. What do you think?

Absolutely yes! He thinks his ass looks good in them and he loves the way the soft material feels against his cock. You catch him in a pair of yours and your eyes go wide, he isn’t wrong, his ass looks fantastic in them.

“You’re going to stretch them out, you know.” You observe from the doorway, he jumps and turns around his gaze meeting yours. His face flushes red and he begins to stutter.

“I-I, uh, I can explain.” He has no idea where to put his hands but settles on covering himself up a bit, to try and maintain some dignity.

“No need” you muse, sauntering towards him. “You look good.”

Once you reach him you shoo his hands away from the bulge straining against the silk garment. You firmly grab his cock and start rubbing. He groans in response, his face still red. You sink down to your knees and lick him over the panties.

“What are you doing?” He moans, placing two of his fingers under your chin, making you look at him.

“Showing you how sexy you look in these.” You reply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You pull the panties down just enough to free his perfect cock, and get back to work pleasuring the man you love.

You place a wet kiss to his sensitive tip and he whimpers. Lacing his fingers through your hair, pulling it lightly. Your kisses continue down to his base, your nose brushing against his well groomed pubic hair. You lick your way back up the underside of his shaft, along the thick vein.

Frederick sighs your name as you take him fully into your mouth and begin to suck. Your hands grab onto his ass, helping him fuck your mouth. You give him an appreciative squeeze feeling his muscles flex as he thrusts. You hum, admiring how soft his skin feels as you dig your nails in. The silky fabric making it hard to get a good grip.

You moan around him as his tip brushes the back of your throat and you can feel his cock twitch. He looks down at you the sight of your lips wrapped around him is enough to make him come undone.

He quickly removes himself from your mouth and finishes on your chest. You smile up at him, awestruck by the sight of him in the throes of pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut and chin to his heaving chest. You name falls from his lips without a second thought.

When he finally opens his eyes you look at him through your lashes. Taking a finger and running to through the ribbons of cum on your chest, and sucking it clean. Frederick groans at the sight of it.

“I think we should get you a pair of your own. Don’t you?” You say pulling the panties back over him and letting the waistband snap against his hips. He feverishly nods in response, still a bit in shock from everything that just happened.

[lilbabychilton]

All That We See or Seem- Frederick Chilton (Part 3)

Chilton x Reader

Tags: None (other than cute interactions with a cat)

Notes: Chilton comes home from the hospital. Part 2 of this fic can be found here.

Frederick was finally given the okay to go home after being in the hospital for what felt like an eternity. He carried three papers in his pocket. A rather varied list of things he couldn’t do until he fully recovered and things he could never do again. A prescription for Tylenol with codeine. And most importantly, your phone number. You gave it to him during one of your many visits, and instructed him to call you should he need anything.

You had even offered to take the day off so you could give him a ride home. He declined, as much as he would have liked to see you he didn’t want to impose anymore than he already had. You scoffed at the notion but did not press it any further. Instead you showed up before work, no doubt charming the nurses to let you in before visiting hours, with a change of clothes for him.

After an uncomfortably bumpy cab ride Frederick was finally home. He unlocked the door and was welcomed in by the sight of a beautiful flower arrangement sitting on his counter. He smiled to himself before closing the door behind him. As he set his keys down he noticed a note by the vase. He smiled foolishly as he read your perfect script:

Frederick,

The fridge is fully stocked, the house is clean, and Clive is fed. Please get some rest. Remember to call me if you need anything.

Sincerely Yours,

(Y/N) xx

He gently placed the note back on the counter and let out a contented sigh. As he ventured further into the house he wondered what he had done to deserve such wonderful treatment from you. Your visits quickly became something he looked forward to each day. At first you would sit by his side and fill him in on things he had missed at work. Then conversation started getting a bit more personal.

He surprised himself one day by opening up to you about his trauma. Maybe it had been the drugs making him less guarded, or just the way you looked at him with such concern. He couldn’t tell, but he found himself confessing his sins to you nonetheless. He professed his guilt over the nurse's death. Then told you that perhaps his near death experience was his comeuppance.

You had let him speak, and listened attentively to each word. When he was finished you wrapped him in a hug, assuring him that he was not at fault for what happened to the nurse. Telling him it was Gideon's actions that caused her death and not his. He may not have fully believed you, but it eased his conscience for the time being.

He was pulled from his thoughts by something soft rubbing up against his leg. It was Clive, loudly purring away. Frederick slowly crouched down to pet him, “I have missed you as well.” He said scratching the cat in his favorite spot, just behind his ear. Clive responded by leaving scratchy kisses on Frederick’s wrist. He chuckled before straining to get up.

He was still in quite a bit of pain and he could feel his sutures pull ever so slightly when he got up. He shivered at the sensation then looked at Clive, “I suppose it is time I pick up my medication.”

Frederick would never admit it, but he had developed a habit of talking to the cat. There was no one else around, and he found it comforting to at least say things aloud and break the silence.

He slowly eased himself onto the couch and sunk into the cushions before placing down his cane. He hated the wretched thing, it had been the one the hospital gave him. It was ugly, grey, and reminded him of the one that had been used by his grandfather with gout. He made a mental note to get a new one then pulled out his phone.

Driving was on the list of many things he could not do before he recovered. He felt the list was absurd; it included sex, lifting heavy objects, and exercising. Frederick hadn’t done any of those things in years.  

He took your number out of his pocket and held it tightly between his pointer finger and thumb. Of course he could call a cab, and get the medication himself. But then he wouldn’t get the chance to see you and the idea of that made his heart sink.

Frederick carefully entered your number into his contacts. That was the easy part, he thought. He stared at the screen for a few moments as he tried to work up the nerve to press call. Though there was evidence to the contrary he felt he was being bothersome by calling you. You had already done so much for him, how could he ask you to do more?

He placed the phone down and ran his hands over his face. “Why is this so trying” he said aloud, while he anxiously tapped his fingers on his thighs. He took a deep breath and picked up his phone again. His finger left tiny droplets of sweat on the screen when he pressed the call button.

Along with the deafening ring, Frederick could hear his heart pounding as he waited for you to answer. It seemed to take forever, but at last you picked up.

“Hello” he could hear your shoes click against the hospitals tiled floors and worried that he was bothering you at work. “Hello?” you said again.

“Hello, it is Frederick. I was wondering if you would be kind enough to take me to fill a prescription?” He flinched at his own words and hoped he didn’t sound as ridiculous as he thought he did.

“Of course!” you responded happily, “I was just on my way out.” Frederick could hear the wind blowing in the phone's receiver, and the distant cawing of a crow. He felt a little better knowing he didn’t interrupt you in the middle of work.

“I hope it is not too big of an inconvenience” he added quickly. The sweet sound of your laughter flowed over the line.

“No no, Frederick. I would be happy to. I’ll be there shortly.” You didn’t sound bothered and he took comfort in that. He thanked you, and then hung up the phone.

Now that the phone call was over Fredericks nerves melted away. Content with the fact you would soon be by his side he leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.

Frederick was jolted awake by a loud knocking. He sleepily grabbed his cane then got up. He didn’t realize how exhausted he was until now. He let out a rather ungodly yawn before opening the door.

You stood in the doorway with a bright smile on your face. Frederick took in the sight of you for a moment, you looked radiant. He could scarcely believe you were truly there. “How are you feeling” you asked, as your brows knitted together with concern.

“Just fine” he replied, moving out of the way to let you in. You looked around his home and then back at him.

“You look tired” you said stepping into his space as you gingerly placed a hand on his cheek, “have you slept?”

Frederick shook his head “only briefly before you arrived.” He watched as you bit your bottom lip. He could tell that you were thinking by the way you squintted your eyes. He had watched you make that face many times while filling out paperwork on patients. The facial expression was often accompanied by you placing a pen in your mouth. An action that never failed to arouse him.

“I’ll pick up your prescription. You get some sleep.” you announced interrupting his thoughts before they could spiral into something more risque. He was thankful for that, he was finally getting close to you and he didn’t want to ruin it by offending you in anyway.

“You do not have to. I am perfectly capable of going along.” Frederick protested. Sleep sounded incredible, but he would much rather spend his time with you.

“Nonsense” you rebutted, as you took his arm and started leading him down the hallway to his room. He was too tired to fight it so he went along and listened as you continued to speak. “You need your rest. Besides I think Clive missed you.” It was then that Frederick noticed the cat trailing them.

When they reached the bedroom you guided him to the bed then turned down his sheets. Frederick climbed in immediately, he had never been more grateful for his expensive memory foam mattress than he was right now. He unintentionally let out a pleased groan as he rested his head on his down pillows. Once he realized what he had done he felt his face flush with embarrassment. You gave him a knowing smirk. Frederick sighed, “I suppose you were right.”

Clive jumped up onto the bed and curled up at his feet causing you both to smile. You gestured towards the cat and noted “I often am.”

Frederick handed you the prescription but before he let it go he looked you deeply in the eyes. “Thank you, you do not have to do any of this” he assured you; giving you an out if you needed it. He still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was burdening you.

“I want to” you promised. “Now get some rest, I need you back at work as soon as possible. It’s been awfully dull there without you.” You gave him a wink and then left the room. Frederick was pleased to know that you missed his presence at work. He smiled and pulled his plush blankets up to his chin. He reveled in their warmth and comfort. Frederick fell asleep happy to finally be home.

[lilbabychilton]

All that We See or Seem- Frederick Chilton (Part 2)

Chilton x Reader

Tags: Angst

Notes: Chilton is feeling lonely in the hospital after his run in with Abel Gideon. Part 2 to this fic.

Frederick Chilton sat alone in his hospital bed, flipping through the three available television channels. Nothing was satisfying him. The morphine was starting to wear off, and he wasn’t due for another dose for at least a half an hour. He thought briefly about charming a nurse into giving him his next round early. But who was he kidding, he couldn’t charm anyone.

    He’d been in the hospital for a full day now and no one came to visit. No one aside from some detectives anyway, they quickly took his account of that night and went on their way. He knew people didn’t like him, but surviving disembowelment warranted at least a sympathy card.

    To make matters worse he had been driving himself mad thinking of you, of his dreams while he was unconscious. They were so vivid he could almost feel your touch, and he was craving that now more than anything. He had almost died and he had no one there to comfort him. He chastised himself for being such a coward, for never telling you about his feelings, or even attempting to ask you out on a date.

    All the times he had watched you from afar, too fearful of rejection to approach you rushed to his mind. He felt like a child, what kind of man couldn’t simply ask out a woman he admired.

    He sighed, allowing himself to sink deeper into the starchy mattress beneath him. With his loneliness eating away at him he began to miss his cat, Clive. A large grey tabby he had purchased a few years ago to stave of the hollow feeling living alone left him with. He worried for a moment who would feed him while he was in the hospital. He began searching his mind for someone he could call.

    His train of thought was broken by the sound of a gentle knocking on the door. “Doctor Chilton?” A familiar voice questioned. Before he could process who the voice might belong to you popped your head into the room. If it wasn’t for the steady beating of the heart monitor he would have sworn his heart had skipped a beat.

    You stepped into the room fully now, with a cautious smile on your face. Frederick could scarcely believe that it was you. He briefly thought he might be dreaming, but the pain in his visera reminded him otherwise.  

    “It’s good to see that you’re awake” you said shifting nervously on your feet “I stopped by earlier but you were sleeping.”

    Frederick smiled, his chest swelling at the idea of you caring enough to visit him. Normally he’d be mortified that you were seeing him at less than his best. You once caught him slouching at his desk with his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up and he chastised himself for a week about it. But now was different, now his vulnerability was taking over where his pride once was.

    “I brought you flowers” you said, stepping forward and showing him a beautiful bouquet of red and white peonies.

“Thank you” he said, his mind going a mile a minute, wishing that there was more he could say.

“They’re supposed to promote healing,” you explained before putting them down and looking at him with a wry smile “we’ll see if they work.”

Frederick chuckled then immediately regretted it as a searing pain ripping through his lower torso. He groaned, his face draining of what little color was left. You winced as his face contorted in pain; and placed a comforting hand on Fredericks arm, rubbing your thumb soothingly side to side.

His breath caught in his throat as you gave him a tender, but reassuring squeeze. He wanted to thank you, to tell you how much it meant to him that you were there, that you were at the very least trying to comfort him but he was in too much pain.

“I’m going to get a nurse” you said with a determined glint in your eye. Before turning on your heel and marching out of the room.

Frederick mourned the loss of your touch, and was suddenly filled with the very real fear that you wouldn’t return. He wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t, he wanted to escape from himself as well. He hadn’t looked at himself in the mirror but he knew he was a mess. Not at all the finely dressed, and well groomed man you were used it.

He had all but convinced himself that you weren’t coming back when you sauntered back into the room with a nurse in tow, as promised. Frederick had never felt as relieved as he did when you walked through that door.

You delicately placed your hand on his cheek and he leaned into your touch instinctively. The nurse put the morphine into his IV and he immediately started to feel the pain ease. Frederick took a deep and comfortable breath in for the first time since you arrived. He took in your sent, enjoying that you smelled vaguely like the flowers you’d been holding and vanilla hand lotion. Barely noticing you thanking the nurse as she left.

He was beginning to relax again when you asked “would you like me to leave, so you can rest?” Frederick briskly shook his head, he couldn’t stand the thought of being alone right now. And he felt immeasurably lucky that you of all people were visiting him. He couldn’t let you go now.

“Stay” he insisted, his voice hoarse from lack of use. He lifted his hand and grabbed a hold of yours. He felt ridiculously desperate, and the truth is he was; but was in no condition to hide it. You gave him a sincere smile and covered his hand with your free one, “of course.”

Comforted by your response Frederick closed his eyes, relaxing into the scratchy hospital pillow underneath him. Knowing you would stay with him, even for a little while longer, made a warmth spread through his chest.

“Is there anything else I can do?” You asked. Frederick thought a moment, the morphine was starting to make him hazy. He knew there was something he needed but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“My cat!” he croaked, he’d almost forgotten about Clive. “Could you feed my cat?” He asked, you chuckled and nodded.

“Of course I can Doctor Chilton” you said gingerly sitting in the empty space to his side.

“Frederick” he corrected as sternly as he could with how sleepy he was feeling.

“Frederick” You repeated with tender a smile, as you delicately pushed some of the hair off of his forehead. With that Frederick let out a contented sigh and happily fell asleep.

[lilbabychilton]

All That We See or Seem- Frederick Chilton

Chilton x Reader

Tags: Angst??? Very minor Gore

Notes: Based on what was Chilton dreaming about when he was unconscious. I might turn it into a series. (Part 2 here)

Grabbed from behind and struggling for breath was the last thing that Frederick remembered. Now everything was hazy. He felt like he was in a dream, maybe he was? He looked around to orient himself and noticed that the setting was familiar. It was his office, everything seemed to be in place, though he could have sworn he’d just left. He took a step forward and then he noticed something different. You. You were perched on the side of his desk looking at him with a confused expression.

“Frederick” you called out, voice soft and sweet as always. He couldn’t help but notice you called him by his first name, you’d never done that before. He smiled shyly and walked towards you.

“Frederick” you repeated, “you were talking about dinner plans for this evening.”

Frederick blinked a few times, surely he must be dreaming, but he dare not question it. He’d always had a fondness for you. You treated him with respect and frequently talked with him about his work. You always seemed impressed by him and he liked that. You also never seemed phased by some of his more ethically ambiguous treatments, if anything they piqued your interest. He always found you milling about more often when he was doing those things.

“Of course” he said on an exhale while making a move to sit in his chair. You smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back. He found you breathtaking, and could hardly believe you were sitting in front of him. Perched on the edge of his desk, looking right at him with your beautiful (y/e/c) eyes.

He cleared his throat and shook himself out of his admirations “I can make reservations for us, anywhere you would like. I will spare no expense.” Perhaps he was overcompensating for how nervous you made him, but he did not care. He wasn’t sure how he got here with you but he wasn’t going to risk ruining it. You shook your head before gently pushing a long strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I was thinking maybe your place, this time” you bit your bottom lip and Frederick swallowed hard. What did you mean by ‘this time’ had there been other times? If there had he didn’t remember and he felt terrible about that. Come to think of it, he felt terrible about everything at the moment. His chest ached, and he was certain he felt a bump on his head that wasn’t there before. But he brushed it off, unwilling to focus on anything but you.

“Yes, that will work” he said, trying not to sound too eager. He had been dreaming of this moment since he first spoke with you. You were fresh out of college, just finished your doctoral studies and looking for some experience. In your application you briefly cited a paper he had written long ago, then talked with him about it at length in your interview.

You smiled down at him, looking like an angel with the light from outside the windows surrounding you like a halo. Frederick stood quickly upon realizing it couldn’t possibly be light out. “Light,” he said “it cannot possibly be light out. It was dark just a moment ago.”

Frederick began to panic, something wasn’t right. Something he couldn’t ignore any longer. The light was getting brighter and you were disappearing into it. You cupped his cheeks with both your hands and rubbed his beard with your thumbs. He wanted so badly to enjoy the sensation but he couldn’t because that wasn’t what he was feeling.

“Wake up, Frederick” you said softly as the light took you from him.

His eyes fluttered open and Frederick found himself someplace cold, and unfamiliar. Struggling to get his eyes to focus he noticed he couldn’t feel his torso. His eyes finally focused on something, the figure of a man. It was Abel Gideon. He was standing over him, surrounded by bright light with a scalpel in his hand. Frederick struggled to say something but his voice was barely a whisper, and Gideon kept on talking.

Frederick longed to be back in his dream, back with you. Instead he was watching his organs be removed one by one. He closed his eyes, trying to block it all out. He thought of you, what you smelled like, how you always smiled that beautiful smile at him and touched his arm when handing over files, how you were the only one to even attempt small talk with him. Your face was slowly starting to come into focus when Gideon slapped him with a bloodied and gloved hand forcing him back into this gruesome reality.

Frederick had many regrets, but for some reason, even with Gideon disemboweling him, the only one he cared about was you.

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[adrianna-m-scovill]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dr. Frederick Chilton/Original Character(s), Dr. Frederick Chilton/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Dr. Frederick Chilton, Original Male Character Additional Tags: Light Dom/sub, Heavy Petting, Coming In Pants, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary:

A simple mistake could easily have cost Chilton his life.

[lilbabychilton]

If you're taking prompts for Freddy... 'I went out for drinks with a friend, are you saying i should i just sit here with the cat every evening when you're away?' thank you!

I changed the prompt a little bit to better fit our darling Freddy! I hope you like it!

You tiptoed into the house, it was well past midnight and you didn’t want to wake Frederick should he still be sleeping. After gently placing your things on the counter you walked into the living room. There you found Frederick, sitting on the couch, with a the lamp above him. Shining a light on him, and only him.

Frederick had a flare for the dramatic, you knew that going into the relationship. But this was a bit much, even for him. You felt like a teenager again, getting caught by your mother while sneaking back into the house. He even wore the same look she did. The one that said “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.”

“Where have you been?” Freddy asked with a hint of sadness in his tone. The light was creating a shadow on his face that harshly defined his furrowed brow.

“I went out for drinks with a friend” You said walking a little bit closer to him. Crossing your arms once you got as far as you were willing to go.

“I was worried when I arrived home and discovered you were not here.” He replied, his good eye trained on you.

“I’m sure you were, darling,” you began with a heavy sigh. The two of you had only been dating for six months when you decided to move in together. The only difficult part of it had been that Frederick was prone to worrying about you to the point of irrationality.

“But I can’t just sit at home with the cat every evening and wait for you.” You finished, walking over to the couch to sit by his side. Now that you were able to get a closer look at him you could see the overwhelming sadness in his eyes.

“I suppose that is true. But I would appreciate it greatly if you called to tell me you were going to be out.” He said, reaching out to hold your hand in his.

“I think I can manage that.” You said with a soft smile, lifting his hand to your lips and kissing every knuckle. Frederick sighed happily at the contact, but you could see the happiness quickly melt away.

“You are not unhappy are you?” He asked, panic over taking his features. You immediately shook your head no, and crawled into his lap so you could more easily look him in the eyes.

“Of course not!” You assured him, taking his face into your hands and squishing his cheeks a bit. “I love you Frederick!”

“And I love you” he replied, smiling at you sadly. He let out a breathe from deep within his chest before he continued, “But if you found someone younger, more attractive, I-I would understand.”

The look on his face as the words so nervously escaped his lips shattered your heart to pieces. He genuinely thought that you could do better than him. That you deserved better than him. You pulled him in at once, kissing him with all of the passion that you could muster.

“Frederick Chilton,” you began breathlessly. “You are the kindest, most attractive man I have ever met. And I would not trade you for the world.”

You could see tears begin to form in his eyes, and he was holding onto you with an iron grip. His fists balling up the fabric of your shirt, attempting to keep you from slipping away.

“You are- I do not know what I have done to deserve you.” He said, trying to will the tears away. He nuzzled his nose against your cheek smiling in spite of himself.

“You haven’t done anything Frederick, you’re amazing just as you are.” You replied, placing your face into the crook of his neck, settling into his warm and loving embrace.

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