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Chicago, 1977. A cop and a criminal walk into a bar. The real joke is that neither of them sees the punchline coming.
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- Part 1 of Superstition
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28 Jan 2026
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Some Weird Sin - literary_mafioso
Chicago, 1977. A cop and a criminal walk into a bar. The real joke is that neither of them sees the punchline coming.
"You don't want to see, do you?" A look of pain crosses Vincent's face, a passing shadow. "No. Of course not. I didn't, either. It was too perfect." He smooths back a stray tuft of hair from Neil's temple. "God, look at you."
"I see you," says Neil.
Vincent, stricken, exhales sharply.
[…]
Neil bends to kiss him. He gets close enough to taste Vincent's breath, sharp whiskey and sweet cinnamon gum, before relief tears itself away and goes staggering backward across the floor.
"I'm a cop," says Vincent.
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Based on the following prompt from inter_spem_et_metum: AU where everything is the same, except Hannibal also writes a dating advice column for The Baltimore Sun titled “Dear Hanni.” I have no excuse for this.
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28 Jan 2026
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Dear Hanni - fatal_drum
Based on the following prompt from inter_spem_et_metum: AU where everything is the same, except Hannibal also writes a dating advice column for The Baltimore Sun titled “Dear Hanni.” I have no excuse for this.
#hannibalgreyhoundagenda !!!!!!!!
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While cleaning out Will's things from her house, Molly comes across a bundle of letters addressed to Hannibal Lecter that were never sent to the BSHCI.
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28 Jan 2026
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return to sender - bleakmidwinter
While cleaning out Will's things from her house, Molly comes across a bundle of letters addressed to Hannibal Lecter that were never sent to the BSHCI.
fic tan bueno que de solo recordarlo tiemblo de rabia, te odio will graham
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September, 1997. It's been two years since World War Three broke out on the streets of downtown Los Angeles. Wanted fugitive Neil McCauley is home free. Captain Vincent Hanna is in a purgatory of his own making when he receives a postcard from paradise, a cryptic invitation from the only bird he's ever let fly.
Who knows? Maybe he's not the only one who's been drowning in his dreams.
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- Part 1 of Goodbye L.A.
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13 Jan 2026
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Hotel Vast Horizon - literary_mafioso
September, 1997. It's been two years since World War Three broke out on the streets of downtown Los Angeles. Wanted fugitive Neil McCauley is home free. Captain Vincent Hanna is in a purgatory of his own making when he receives a postcard from paradise, a cryptic invitation from the only bird he's ever let fly.
Who knows? Maybe he's not the only one who's been drowning in his dreams.
McCauley is smiling at him. Hanna smiles back, still holding Lauren, shifting his weight on the balls of his feet. Still bouncing her. He watches as McCauley excuses himself, pushes his chair back from the table, and stands up. He’s coming over.
“Yeah, yeah,” says Hanna, sounding far off. “I’m happy.”
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Mother's Son by ohofcourse
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022), Vampire Chronicles Series - Anne Rice
27 Jan 2026
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Following his brother's death, Louis flees his New Orleans home and seeks refuge in a small town on the southern coast of France. There, he meets a very strange priest.
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Mother's Son - ohofcourse
Following his brother's death, Louis flees his New Orleans home and seeks refuge in a small town on the southern coast of France. There, he meets a very strange priest.
"You're a shitty priest."
"I know," and Lestat smiled gently this time as he said it. Louis watched, bewildered and a little afraid, as Lestat slowly sank to his knees in front of him.-
"I look at people," he said weakly, "and I think-I swear it-I think they're all animals and I'm the only human among them. They're all animals to me. Do you ever think that?"
Lestat smiled in a pained way, teeth flashing in the dark.
"Louis—"
"You don't," Louis said quietly. "Who the fuck thinks that?"
"Sometimes I think of myself as an animal who walks among men. Sometimes I think that."-
There was something sinister about this submission. Louis didn't trust it, even though he was desperate to keep it. As he gazed down at half of Lestat's flushed, damp face, he got the sense that this was how Lestat was: a quid pro quo, a sly underhanded flash of his belly, and suddenly he had his teeth in you.
This might even be the way in which he worshiped, like he was throwing God a bone, bowing prostrate when it suited him because he loved the game of it, and probably thought of himself as a god in his own right, too. All this talk of love seemed like only a half-truth.no puedo ni empezar a pensar en un solo momento que encapsule el fic para mí porque no irónicamente me vuelvo creyente en el momento en que lo leo, dios en persona me sostiene la mano
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