stoleyourheart
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Will survives the fall into Chesapeake Bay; Hannibal does not. Wracked by his grief, and the weight of things left unsaid, Will returns to Lithuania to inhabit the ruined, and potentially (definitely) haunted castle of Hannibal's childhood.
Hannibal is dead, but also Hannibal is in this fic as an actual ghost, not a metaphor ghost.
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26 Jun 2026
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After they fall, the sea cannot stomach them, and so she disgorges them from her wretched maw and onto the shores of a new life. But a part of Will has been left behind, lost to the ravages of the Atlantic, and he longs to return to it more than he longs for the life he now shares with Hannibal. Trying to cling to a man who is fading by the day, Hannibal now faces the vast, unendurable pain of a man who is losing his love, because in a way he is—he is losing Will to the sea.
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- Part 7 of Author’s Favorites
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25 Jun 2026
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Hannibal finds a kitten, and gets attached to it.
Will adjusts to life with Hannibal as a cat lady.
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- Part 4 of After the Fall
Bookmarked by stoleyourheart
11 Jun 2026
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" There is a gasp escaping from Hannibal’s lips, trembling and desperate. His nails dig into Will’s arm, clinging, sinking in, leaving behind their marks on him. His marks. Trails of reddened skin and exquisite pain. Blood and ache. That’s what Hannibal is. What Will craves. (...) His tongue lingers over Hannibal’s pulse point, feeling the rushing of blood through the artery just below. He sucks a bruise onto him. Two, three. He knows how to claim as well. "
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04 Jun 2026
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a typical post-fall morning, it isn't true people get what they deserve after all
They stared at each other, slightly wide-eyed in the aftermath, of the reality of the collision of bodies, of the intimacy that always struck a new note regardless of how often the strings are plucked and revisited. “Twin darknesses, that’s what I was thinking about,” Will whispered into the gap between their mouths. “Just as this act joins our flesh, with a kiss we fill the emptiness within ourselves with each other.”
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01 Jun 2026