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    This letter feels different from the others, less a message, more a touch. He wonders when Hannibal first set pen to paper, what hour of the night, what thought carried him from one phrase to the next. He can almost see it in his mind: Hannibal’s hand holding the pen as it drags effortlessly across the page.

    He thinks about their phone call again — ‘it matters to me’ — and shivers. The hook Hannibal lodged in his heart years before tugs again as it buries itself deeper in his chest. The temptation to see him grows and swells until it slowly becomes need. Will wants to look into his eyes again, he wants to see the shape of his mouth as it dissects him from across a room. He wants to experience it one last time, then perhaps he can close the door on all of this forever.

    The slam of the cabin door jolts him out of it. He shoves the letter into his pocket, blinking back into the present. Outside, Molly is already heading for her car.

    “We’re out of milk,” she calls, deliberately not looking at him as he approaches.

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    OR: A series of letters from Hannibal unravels the ordinary life Will has tried to build, pulling him back into the gravity of their devotion to each other.

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    15 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 39

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    "As the chthonic goddesses of vengeance, Erinyes were sent out to bring retributive justice to people who committed crimes, following after them to remind them of what they've done through whispers and nightmares."

    The madness of it all told by the mouths of the ones that caused it, danced it, lit it on fire. Only this time they're not the ones holding the quill, but rather are forced to let history write itself. Unjust and tragic and blood-soaked, as history owes to be.

    Alternatively: What if the outsider hadn’t been quiet?

    What if, instead of a reserved boy from California, it had been a transfer student from Athens with Roman ideals and a dangerous disregard for monogamy; and the kind of allure that makes stories get rewritten and people fall in love. Five stories, five voices, the same five students of Hampden College, Hampden, Vermont. None of them are telling the truth.

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    13 Jun 2025

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    Literally one of the best fan fictions I have ever read.

  3. Public Bookmark 5

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    The small town of Falbrook was most known for its small and rather unwelcoming community. The people who reside there never left, nor did anyone new ever really move in. May Falbrook have mercy on the poor souls who actually try to move out. Nobody just left Falbrook. No, it wasn't that simple. Once in Falbrook, you could never leave, no matter how hard you tried.

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    05 Mar 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 35

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    What if Charles helped Richard realize he's bisexual instead of the incest scene?

    "Though similar to that night with Francis, there was evidently something distinct about being here with Charles that gave me a thrilling, uncharted feeling, as though something important lay beyond this moment, just over the horizon. Like reading an excellent book. Apprehensively anticipating what might be revealed on every turn of the page.

    If Francis was the introduction, Charles was the climax."

    In other words, a gay(er) reimagining of the ending of TSH.

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    01 Mar 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 9

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    Henry rarely dreamt. His sleep was heavy; brain like an old oil lamp, burning too hot until the fuel dissipated into a warm, lightless puddle. But here he was, Rome again, the plush bed he laid those December days with Bunny.

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    20 Feb 2025