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Hannibal is simply in desperate need of a new dining table.
Will Graham, the local furniture designer, builds one—with polish, precision, and red lipstick.
There’s tension. There’s opera. There’s at least one corpse.Obviously. It’s a love story.
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29 Jul 2025
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Will's name is the last word Hannibal spoke in his presence. That was two months ago, directly after the fall, and Hannibal has not said a single word since.
Now Will has to navigate through their lives together without Hannibal's voice to guide him.
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29 Jul 2025
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As soon as Dr. Lecter is seated, Will says, “So they hired you to work on my profile?”
Jack holds back a sigh. This won't do. They have not started working yet and Will is already acting up. Jack opens his mouth to speak, but Dr. Lecter beats him to it. “So it seems.”
Will snorts. “Well, this is gonna be fun."
Everyone knows that Will and Hannibal are married. Not everyone knows that they are married to each other.
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28 Jul 2025
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When they crash into the water he believes it’s over. He followed his final impulse to do the right thing by his friends, his family, the world. The last flutters of morality within him had guided him, even as he looked into the eyes of a murderer who had somehow compelled his fall from grace. Here, in the frigid deep waters, their chapter is closed and their story is concluded. Except it isn’t. This is just the beginning.
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OR: Will Graham grapples with the reality of who he really is and what he truly wants (AKA what happens after season 3 - PastelWell's Version.)
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27 Jul 2025
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"Where did you get that?"
Martin stares at it with wide eyes, setting the tea down quite unsteadily.
"Uhm." Jon looks at him, puzzled. "I don't think I...got it anywhere", he says. "It was here, in my office. I assumed you or- well, someone brought it in for me to record. Why?"
Martin swears under his breath.
"That's not-" Martin adjusts his glasses with a flustered motion. "That wasn't supposed to- You weren't supposed to have that."
"What do you mean?"
He takes the tea Martin set down on his desk, taking a sip. It's perfect. Just the way he likes it. Of course it is. It always is when Martin makes it- though Jon can't remember ever actually having told Martin how he takes his tea.
He waits for Martin to answer, but he just stands there with his eyes flitting around the room, lips pressed tight as his hands worry at the seam of his cardigan.
"Martin?" Jon sets the cup down. "It's a Statement. I'm the Archivist. What do you mean I'm not supposed to have it?"
~oOo~
Or, the one where Jon finds a Statement in his office, and it makes some long-held feelings surface, and some long-overdue conversations finally take place.
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24 Jul 2025