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  1. Public Bookmark 81

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    Hannibal took another sip of wine, then reached out with both hands to cup Will’s face. He moved slowly, intentionally. His fingers caressed from the point of Will’s chin through the coarse dark hair of his beard, fanning out to his cheeks. When his fingertips reached Will’s ears, he stopped, cradling Will’s jaw in his palms while his thumbs brushed against old scars. He smiled, eyes moving from Will’s reflective gaze down to his slightly parted lips. “Instinct is nothing more than lessons learned and skills acquired over millions of years of self-preservation. Genetic patterns built to keep us alive without thinking. Legs to run or kick, arms to climb or scratch…”

    “And mouths to bite?” Will spoke low, eyes darting across Hannibal’s, unsure where to settle his gaze.

    Hannibal hummed. “The mouth serves many, many purposes."
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    aka Hannibal gives Will anatomy lessons on what he and his mouth were built for.

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    18 Feb 2026

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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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    12 Feb 2026

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    Will has spent his life on suppressants, living as a beta, repressing as much of his sexuality as he can. It’s easier, raises fewer questions. But suppressants only work so well for so long, and chronic overuse only makes the eventual heat worse. Still, he rests easy knowing that he’s perceived as a beta, and therefore is safe.

    Until his psychiatrist casually mentions it’s been a while since his last heat, and does he require any assistance?

    Yes, actually. He does.

    Almost exclusively smut, with a dash of trauma!angst, heavily seasoned with obliviously and incorrectly assumed one-sided feels.

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    30 Jan 2026

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    Will only wants one thing for his birthday, really, but he's scared to ask for it. Scared because of how much he wants it, and because he knows Hannibal doesn't do anything halfway. He wants to be used - to be taken whenever, wherever, without having to think or talk about it or be coddled in the aftermath.

    He gets his wish.

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    16 Jan 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 43

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    Will carefully adjusted the sling over Hannibal's shoulder, fingers lingering on his skin, sensing when that perfunctory touch transformed into something more profound. The source of this change was nearly impossible to discern. Feeling the genesis of something while being blind to its root was as relieving as it was destabilizing– much like faith.

    At the edge of the cliff overlooking a chasm, they discovered a bridge that takes two to cross.

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    03 Sep 2025