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Post-Fall, Hannibal recovers from his injuries. Will takes care of him, and their relationship evolves much more easily than Hannibal thought it would.
The only issue is that Will is a constant presence, and he hasn't had alone time in three years.
It ends up not being an issue at all.
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11 Feb 2026
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“La Belle Dame Sans Merci.” Will recites breathlessly.
Hannibal lets out a pleased hum. “The painting is a rather whimsical rendition of the muse. Keats’ poem depicts a wretched end for the knight where he awakens alone in the field, abandoned by the love of his life, whereas Dicksee’s work focuses on the maiden’s affection and the knight’s surrender to his own heart. Everything he knows and feels, it all changes when he sees her for the first time."
_________________Hannibal leaves his sketchbook in Will's car. He can't stop himself from looking inside, from wanting to know, but he never expected every drawing to be of him.
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10 Feb 2026
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Hazy from anesthetics for an ankle surgery, Will exposes a lot more of his conflicted feelings for Hannibal than he wanted to.
“I ddon't likke youu.”
Hannibal froze as the words hit the back of his head, and the dirty scalpel fell from his hands into the sink, disappearing beneath pink foam.
Soiled water and soap splattered on his hands and arms, as he turned towards the double bed on the other side of the room.
“Yeaaah, youu.” A weak, woozy finger pointed straight at him. “Youu!” Hazy blue eyes with widened, black pupils stared cloudily but fiercely at him as a deep frown folded the forehead beneath bouncy curls.
“I ddon't likke youu.”
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07 Feb 2026
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Hannibal,
"I long to be near you. To touch you, to taste you. Desperate, even. I burn with fire whenever you walk into the room...
...At no point in our relationship have you asked anything you wanted from me. You have only taken. And now you had better take the rest. Ask me for nothing. Do not attempt to have a conversation with me about this. I’ll deny even having written this letter. I don’t want to talk about it. I want you to take. Take what you want from me, Hannibal Lecter, or you will never get it." -Will.
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07 Feb 2026
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Other people's emotions, their feelings, were always something he stubbornly avoided, but oh, he could drown in her. Drown in both of them.
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- Part 2 of baby girl
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05 Feb 2026