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Will Graham is a special consultant for the FBI, and he hates it. Hannibal Lecter is a well known and sought after psychiatrist, who seems to have taken an interest in Will and invites him for dinner. Meanwhile, the Chesapeake Ripper keeps on ripping, and Will knows the time to find him is running out, fast.
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05 May 2026
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“Just a sandwich, o-ok?” he stuttered, as Hannibal nuzzled beneath his ear. “Turkey, or ham and cheese...”
- “I can do that,” Hannibal assured, as he sucked Will's earlobe into his mouth.
“N-nothing fancy,” Will moaned, as his hands worked to pull Hannibal's shirt from his trousers.
“Nothing fancy,” Hannibal agreed, as he unzipped Will's fly with crafty fingers.
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Awful man, Will cursed silently the following Monday. Awful, awful man.
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Every day at work, Will's lunchbox is filled with decadent creations, prompting questions from curious coworkers. Hoping to solve the matter, he asks Hannibal for a 'simple' sandwich, but quickly learns Hannibal doesn't quite grasp the meaning of this. Or does his boyfriend have an ulterior motive for his lavish lunches?
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01 May 2026
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Hannibal guts Will like in Red Dragon, kinda, but with a much different and unexpected result than in either media.
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- Part 22 of The Notes Played In Between
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28 Apr 2026
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“Mr. Reese, what is that sound?”
“I’m making popcorn,” John said, like it was obvious.
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07 Feb 2026
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Snow had rambled halfway through the brief before he realized that John wasn't paying him any attention: as he trailed off, Kara's gaze jumped from Snow to John, then to the inoffensive, quiet-looking middle-aged man who had followed Snow into the briefing room only to sit in a corner without a word.
"Something on your mind, Agent?" Snow asked irritably.
"Sorry, Mark," John drawled. "It's just that I've never seen a cybrid before."
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05 Feb 2026