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Welcome to the Roundup for @fannibalfest-toronto and @hannibalcreative 's ThreeOfSwords Valentine's Fest!

Thank you so much to our Fannibal Family who participated in spades in this festival of hearts. Please give love to the creators with your comments and kudos and reblogs and retweets!

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Chocolate by anemic_corpse

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled by funkycoon10

Summary: Hannigram as knights.

Mature

Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Happy Valentine's Day! by LadyHydrangeas

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Gen

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Alana Bloom, Margot Verger

Marlana

Hannibal Ink Drawing by lxchiffre

Summary: Hannibal drawing for #threeofswords!! I rarely use ink and everything is wonky but I had a good time!!

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Hannibal Lecter

"Knight Thingy" by and_starlight

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Teen

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Crimson Peak AU -2 by flamecrownedstag

Summary: and more crimson peak au for #ThreeOfSwords

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled by ni_cole_slaw

Summary: Will Graham as Saint Sebastian.

Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Will Graham

Gen ( no pairings)

Murder Husbands Valentine's Tango by rrimu

Summary: I visited Valparaíso (Chile), and among all the beauty I saw, I found a little space in the streets where people were dancing Tango. It was so amazing! I was inspired. I imagined the husbands dancing Tango to celebrate Valentine’s Day or something, idk…

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Art for "A Part Of His Soul" by nonexistenz

Summary: I drew this inspired by @hannibalsimago's story A Part Of His Soul, check it out please. It was fun to try drawing these two.

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Galahad, Tristan

Tristhad

Madam Monstra and Mistress Lamb by Fourpurpleeyes

Summary: Madam Monstra and Mistress Lamb; Killer Queens dressed in a Valentine’s Day Theme

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Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Prayers for your Lovers by Fourpurpleeyes

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Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Happy Valentine’s to all FANNIBALS by BrknDeathAngel

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Gen

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled by turstrawberry

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Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled by manhandlaa

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Teen

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Hannibal Lecter

Gen ( no pairings)

3 Hearts by hanni_obsessed

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Untitled by hanni_obsessed

Summary: A little Hannigram love.

Gen

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Valentines Day Card by hanni_obsessed

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Gen

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled by hanni_obsessed

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Teen

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Be My Valentine by hanni_obsessed

Summary: "It's said, one must keep their heart open..."

Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Gen ( no pairings)

Untitled by ashandriar

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Gen

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Hannibal Lecter

Gen ( no pairings)

Madam Monstra and Mistress Lamb by killedmyskills

Summary: Madam Monstra and Mistress Lamb, my Killer Queens, dressed in a Valentine’s Day Theme

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

They'd find us in a week by clairvoi3

Summary: "and they’d find us in a week, when the buzzards get loud, after the insects have made their claim, and the foxes have known our taste, and the raven has had his say, I’ll be home with you, I’ll be home with you" Some morbid love for the Three of Swords fest

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Prayers for Your Lovers by killedmyskills

Summary: The Red Thread of Fate is an East Asian belief originating from Chinese legend. According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red cord around those that are destined to meet one another. According to Chinese legend, the deity in charge of “the red thread” is believed to be Yuè Xià Laorén, the old lunar matchmaker god, who is in charge of marriages. The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. Hannibal’s pose... exposes his heart, however, because Will is someone who can open him up and see his true intentions: someone he’s willing to wait for in loving, still devotion, like a corpse laying, yearning to be dissected, owned by Will entirely.

Mature

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

ThreeOfSwords Will Graham Watercolour by wisesnail

Summary: C'è qualcosa dentro di me / Che è sbagliato / E non ha limiti E c'è qualcosa dentro di te / Che e’ sbagliato / Ma ci rende simili La Vedova Bianca - Afterhours (more or less: There is something inside of me / That is wrong / And knows no bounds And there is something inside of you / That is wrong / But makes us alike ) Flowers meaning: Ambrosia: your love is reciprocated Arbutus: Thee only do I love

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Three Hearts Hannibal Original Photo by hannibal-obsessed

Summary: Day 10 of #hannibalobsessed’s 3rd Anniversary Celebration + #threeofswords Fest!! I used a filter over the original photo to give it a painted feel.

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Hannibal Lecter

Gen ( no pairings)

Hannibal's Quest by matildaparacosm

Summary: Hear ye,fannibals! Hannibal’s quest! He travelled the world with his faithful companion Chiyoh. To find Will,the woods’ spirit,who haunted his dreams.

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fantasy AU

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Chiyoh

Hannigram

The Psychiatrist and The Devil by hannibalartblog

Summary: The dynamics between Alana Bloom and Hannibal Lecter are my favorites <3<ul>

UnratedNo Archive Warnings ApplyHannibal Lecter, Alana BloomHannibloom

Kissing Hannigram Funko by hannibal-obsessed

Summary: Day 11 of #hannibalobsessed’s 3rd Anniversary Celebration + #threeofswords Fest!! Kissing Hannigram Funkos.

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Marlana Crimson Peak AU by flamecrownedstag

Summary: Fan art of Marlana, Crimson Peak AU

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Alana Bloom, Margot Verger

Marlana

Hannibal, Will and their common broken heart. by Pandacambi

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled by OldManSunchips

Summary: Hannibal and Will sharing bloody bath water.

Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled by weedcorndog

Summary: Will resting on Hannibal's lap after some "extreme cuddling."

Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Hannigram Valentines by anemiccorpse

Summary: Hannigram valentines baking

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Hannigram Puppies by epohribna

Summary: Hannigram domestic murder husbands with puppies!

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Super Sappy Social Media Boys by beatricenius

Summary: Super sappy social media boys for @fannibalfest-toronto and @hannibalcreative #ThreeOfSwords fest. Not pictured: Hannibal turning down the lights and blasting lamenting arias while waiting for Will to return (because we all know he’s a nerd like that)

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Hannigram Knights by ash-and-starlight

Summary: A knight thingy for @hannibalcreative and @fannibalfest-toronto ThreeOfSwords fest!

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Hannigram Kiss by fandomsnerd

Summary: Fan art of kissing Hannigram

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Three Of Swords Text Art by psychoticobsessedfannibal

Summary: Using the plot for Primavera. As always, everything is done manually on a Word document. Enjoy your murdery Valentines!

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Gen ( no pairings)

Valentine's Hannigram by brokendeathangel

Summary: Some Valentine's Hannigram-- Happy Valentine’s Day to all Fannibals!

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

An Untamed Force Art by krey9art and jollyjet

Summary: This art takes inspiration from a fic full of love – An Untamed Force. Alpha!Hannibal’s consummate love for Omega!Will is the passion we both need to be able to work on this piece of art together! Original Fic by DrHannibalLecterMD 2017

Mature

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A/B/O

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Werewolf & Cannibal strip #18 by hannibalartblog

Summary: Yes, Will can reach a full feral form, that looks more like a big fluffy dog (probably because curly fur and blue eyes) than a wolf, so he decided to exploit it for stealing a “I love you” from his very special friend, Alana Bloom!

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Alana Bloom

Hannigram, Will Graham/ Alana Bloom

ThreeOfSwords Cannimals by byk23

Summary: Cannibals for ThreeOfSwords! Hannipenguin and Will Mongoose :)

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Gen ( no pairings)

“Valentine Written on a Broken Man” Lightbox by Mischallany

Summary: A papercut lightbox of the “valentine written on a broken man” from Primavera. It’s made up of 6 separated layers of paper and is in a shadowbox, with LED lights attached to a battery pack in the back that I can turn on or off. There are also modes that allow the light to flash or slowly fade on and off. There is also a cut out a “reminder of mortality” and antlers. These aspects only visually appear when the light is turned on, representing a transition from reality into the imagination/mind palace, as is what happens in the show when Will’s pendulum swings.

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Gen ( no pairings)

Valentine's Hannidoll and Tiny Will by mihatrochael

Summary: Photo shoot set of Hanni Doll & Tiny Will for Valentine's Day / ThreeOfSwords

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

#ThreeOfSwords micromosaic pendant w/pearl strand. by DireJackalope

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Hannibal Valentines Pop-Up Card by trememdoussandwichchaos

Summary: Hannibal themed Valentine’s Day Card with a Pop Up heart inside

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Hannibal Lecter

Gen ( no pairings)

Bee My Valentine by hannibalartblog

Summary: Chibi Jimmy Price and Brian Zeller for the #ThreeOfSwords Valentine’s fest

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Brian Zeller, Jimmy Price

Preller

EDITS

Rose Petals & Glass Shards- Moodboard by jadegreenworks

Summary: Moodboard for the fic "Rose Petals & Glass Shards" by wraithsonwings

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

My Murder Wives by folieadeux_cd

Summary: Marlana Gif

Mature

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Alana Bloom, Margot Verger

Marlana

Perfect Stranger by victorineb

Summary: A modern Valhalla Enchanted fic, based on the prompt: Person A is super sad and it’s super late so they call up their best friend to tell them to meet person A in the park. When person A hears a car pull up, they automatically assume that it’s their best friend, but in reality ENTER PERSON B. Now person B is being tackled in the dark out of nowhere with some random stranger crying into their chest about their latest existential crisis. What happens next is up to u my friend.

Teen

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Charmont, One Eye, Ella of Frell

Valhalla Enchanted (Charmont/One Eye)

Hannigram Forbidden Love Greek AU-Edit by graham-muffin

Summary: Hannigram Forbidden Love AU set in Greek Era

Unrated

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Margot Verger and Alana Bloom- Murder Wives! by folieadeux-carolinedhavernas

Summary: Marlana forever!

Mature

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Alana Bloom, Margot Verger

Marlana

How Far I'll Go by destinyawakened, mrs-graham-lecter and Identically-different

Summary: Nigel pays for Lee to come to Hong Kong for a Valentine's Day surprise, one that could be life altering.

Explicit

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Lee Fallon, Nigel

BearDogs (Nigel/Lee)

All manner of uncomfortable positions by cinnamaldeide

Summary: Will touches Hannibal for the first time out of affection not because of clinical reasons and Hannibal unconsciously leans instantly into the touch, the touchstarved bastard, will notices and Hannibal gets all flustered and vulnerable... if I have one headcanon for s4 it’s a touchstarved Hannibal and one wish it’s an emotionally vulnerable Hannibal ;)

Mature

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A/B/O

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Jack Crawford

Hannigram

Winging the Water Over the Rails by littlethingwithfeathers

Summary: She'd gotten out on the beach late that day. Even with her eyes closed, Abigail could feel the sun already beginning to sag in the sky as the afternoon began to creep towards evening. She cast her senses to her surroundings as she wondered what the rest of the day might hold. Will had joined her in the sand some time ago, keeping a careful distance in the shade of an umbrella. She could still hear the soft whisper of turning pages as he read a book. But he was a faster reader than the sound of shifting paper belied, so she knew she was being watched. Admired. The thought made her arch a little against the towel, imagining she could hear his breath catch as he watched the slow, luxuriating roll of her body.

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Abigail Hobbs

Hannigram, Will Graham/Abigail Hobbs, Will Graham/Abigail Hobbs/Hannibal Lecter

Trope: Magical Healing Penis (Hannigram AU) by desperatelyseekingcannibals

Summary: Actor Will Graham was having a great time competing in Dancing On Ice with his skate partner Hannibal Lecter. But when an injury threatens to put them out of the running, things take an interesting turn…

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A/B/O

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

I Love Being Yours by slashyrogue

Summary: Mostro is the best dog Will has ever had.

Explicit

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Mostro

Hannigram

Trope: Porn Star AU (Hannigram AU) by desperatelyseekingcannibals

Summary: A porn star, a businessman, a one night stand... that lasts a little longer than planned.

Explicit

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A/B/O

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

You Set My Heart On Fire by fragile-teacup

Summary: A one-shot Hannibal/Yuri On Ice crossover. Influences from Yuri On Ice: Yuuri skating to Viktor's program, the infamous Grand Prix Final banquet and the final pairs skate. It is not necessary to have seen Yuri On Ice to read this (although as someone who sees quite a few parallels between the main couples, I highly recommend the show to all Fannibals!). Will Graham is a twenty-three year old ice skater, who has had a major crush on Hannibal Lecter (twenty-seven year old Lithuanian ice-skating legend and five-times World Champion) ever since he can remember. Cue their first proper meeting, at BloodFest 2018, an annual event that raises awareness about organ donation. (Sorry - I couldn't resist!)

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Randall Tire, Jack Crawford

Hannigram

À Mon Seul Désir by cheerios-and-pocket-lint

Summary: It should be just another day, but it's not. Will is finally ready to accept his past and his future. This fic was inspired by a series of tapestries called the Lady and the Unicorn. The first five tapestries are dedicated to the senses–taste, hearing, sight, smell, and touch–while the sixth tapestry features the words À mon seul désir. The phrase translates to “my only desire”. The tapestry’s true meaning is unknown, but it’s often interpreted as representing love or understanding.

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Mark The Day by petite-mortem

Summary: Will is a cute, sassy muffin. Hannibal loves him though. A little something I wrote for Valentine’s for the lovely fannibal family :)

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Sleepy Valentine by desperatelyseekingcannibals

Summary: Adam is exhausted, but it’s Valentine’s and he’ll be damned if overwork is going to stop him celebrating with his wonderful boyfriend! A new instalment in the It’s Not A Secret series.

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Adam Towers, Elias

Basic Chickens

Three Of Swords by thisismydesignhannibal

Summary: Hannibal and Will have returned to Italy, together this time. But a train trip from Florence to Palermo has made Hannibal strangely pensive. Is it the past he broods over? The future? Will’s curious to find out, but it turns out to be even more than he was expecting.

Mature

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

FIC

All manner of uncomfortable positions by cinnamaldeide

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A/B/O

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Jack Crawford

Hannigram

Winging the Water Over the Rails by littlethingwithfeathers

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Abigail Hobbs

Hannigram, Will Graham/Abigail Hobbs, Will Graham/Abigail Hobbs/Hannibal Lecter

Trope: Magical Healing Penis (Hannigram AU) by desperatelyseekingcannibals

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A/B/O

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

A Part Of His Soul by Hannibalsimago

Summary: A very young knight makes some incredibly bad choices while inebriated. "Arthur spoke. “I am deeply ashamed Galahad. You have wounded a brother knight multiple times over this night with your arrogance, disregard, callousness, cruelty, thoughtlessness, pride and ignorance. I am greatly tempted to oust you from the knights as of this moment. You have wounded Tristan as deeply as if he had sustained a mortal blow in combat. What’s worse is, you have no idea of the wrong you have done nor the extent of the damage you have caused.” Is there anyway back from this?

Mature

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Galahad, Tristan

Tristhad

Rose Petals & Glass Shards by wraithsonwingsposts

Summary: Set post Ko No Mono. The morning after the ortolan dinner, and Hannibal's invited Will for a special breakfast.

Teen

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

I Love Being Yours by slashyrogue

Summary: Mostro is the best dog Will has ever had.

Explicit

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Mostro

Hannigram

Trope: Porn Star AU (Hannigram AU) by desperatelyseekingcannibals

Summary: A porn star, a businessman, a one night stand... that lasts a little longer than planned.

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A/B/O

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Bliss by dancey94

Summary: They are somewhere remote, somewhere where they can afford to be themselves. They enjoy the domestic routine, and then there's a book which Will reads and it makes him wonder: are they a gross domesticated couple? Definitely not. Would he like them to be?

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

You Set My Heart On Fire by fragile-teacup

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Randall Tire, Jack Crawford

Hannigram

Never Let You Go by vix-spes

Summary: In the aftermath of Badon Hill, Galahad and Tristan's relationship traverses a somewhat rocky road.

Teen

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Galahad, Tristan

Tristhad

À Mon Seul Désir by cheerios-and-pocket-lint

Gen

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Bee Mine by FoxtrotFannibal

Summary: Post-WOTL. Brian and Jimmy return from separate vacations and start to cope with all the post-Will and Hannibal drama. Preller becomes more than lab flirtations and celebrates Valentine's Day

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Beverly Katz, Brian Zeller, Jimmy Price, Jack Crawford

Hannigram, Preller

How Far I'll Go by 11Mydesign11, Destinyawakened and IdenticallyDifferent

Summary: Nigel pays for Lee to come to Hong Kong for a Valentine's Day surprise, one that could be life altering.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Lee Fallon, Nigel

Lee Fallon/Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Hannibal Lecter/Nigel (Charlie Countryman)

Cross Your Heart by thequeerestdad

Summary: I put together a Cabin in the Woods AU around Hannibal and Will as monsters captured and utilized for their deadly skills. Love and tragedy (and lots of sex and violence) abound. Three Part Fic.

Explicit

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Horror

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Desire... The Fractal Story by DuchessofYork and Elefant

Summary: Hannibal is a renowned ER surgeon, and he is also unhappily married with Bedelia du Maurier. Nothing prepared Hannibal to face Michelangelo’s David, living and breathing, here in the Renaissance Harborplace hotel ballroom. He was stunningly beautiful! Hannibal’s movements, as he turned, attracted the attention of the speaker who looked unconsciously in his direction, azure blue gaze met amber one, as if hell and heaven broke free. For a few seconds, they both stopped breathing and were unable to regain control of their actions. Then Hannibal automatically gave a blissful smile and the speaker cleared his throat again before pointing the laser at the slide on the screen behind him. Nothing else indicated that their lives were irremediably entwined from now on…

Unrated

Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Bedelia du Maurier, Beverly Katz, Brian Zeller, Jimmy Price, Jack Crawford, Frederick Chilton, Freddie Lounds, Randall Tire

Hannigram, Bedannibal, Bedelia Du Maurier/Frederick Chilton

Mark The Day by petite-mortem

Summary: Will is a cute, sassy muffin. Hannibal loves him though. A little something I wrote for Valentine’s for the lovely fannibal family :)

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Sugar and Salt by allione

Summary: Some fluff for the Three of Swords-Valentines fest! (With just a bit of angst.) Ties in with “A blackish red hue” I guess but just as well standalone.

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

A Room For A Kiss by dancey94

Summary: “Describe the room you store our first kiss in,” Will asked as his fingers were tracing a path over Hannibal’s chest.The sky was an annoying shade of orange and it was the only thing Hannibal could see out the window. The clock on the wall read just after two in the morning. Exactly how long had they been engaging in lovemaking that night? Hannibal remembered the dinner at seven, then the drinks at eight and some reading at nine. He remembered the howling of the wolves mere minutes before eleven and that was already after Will had managed to undress them both. “Hannibal?” Will moved his hand to cup Hannibal’s face. It was easy to detect that the man was not asleep – the beating of his heart and the way he breathed indicated as much. Describe the room you store our first kiss in. Well…

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Lady Murasaki

Hannigram

Sleepy Valentine by desperatelyseekingcannibals

Explicit

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Adam Towers, Elias

Basic Chickens

Three Of Swords by thisismydesignhannibal

Mature

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled Opera AU by active-imagination

Summary: Based on @amatesura's opera AU gif set with a young opera singer Will! <3 This is a WIP, I plan to update it very soon as it will probably only be 3 chapters long, this has just been rushed to get it in so forgive me for the poor set up, but I promise to have some love sick Hannibal and some very shy and unsociable Will Graham, briefly :P

Unrated

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Ms Komeda

Hannigram

Nothing But A Shadow by rubybakeneko

Summary: A discussion of Valentine’s Day leads Will to reopen a box he has been hiding. Note- although Molly and Will are together at the time of this fic, the “explicit” rating is not for their relationship but rather for Will’s thoughts about Hannibal.

Explicit

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Molly Graham

Hannigram, Will Graham/ Molly Graham

The Little Things by thesilverqueenlady

Summary: Will dies on a Saturday. The box containing Hannibal's salvation arrives on Valentine's Day. Note-- It is also a gift to @wraithsonwings, who inspired this entire damn thing by talking about Dancy curls and planting them. I drew further inspiration from the ending of A.I. Artificial Intelligence and the trailer for that Altered Carbon series on Netflix.

Teen

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Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Perfect Stranger by victorineb

Teen

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Charmont, One Eye, Ella of Frell

Valhalla Enchanted (Charmont/One Eye)

GAME

Three Of Swords Hannibal Game by mihatrochael

Summary: For #ThreeOfSwords I created this silly Hannibal game/meme thing… Hope Fannibals will have some fun with it ?? So, tell me, who kissed your neck today? And who’ll give you a Valentine kiss tomorrow? ??

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Hannibal Lecter, All Hannibal Characters

Hannigram, All Characters, All Players

#threeofswords #threeofswordsFFT #Hannibal #Roundup #Masterpost

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todorestonaoconta · 6 years

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“Deixe os acordes de nossos corações tocarem.

Em um só ritmo, uma só melodia.”

Não começou em uma tarde de verão, nem em uma noite de inverno, muito menos em um pôr do sol de primavera; começou na manhã fria e chuvosa de outono. Em que as árvores não tinham flores, o gramado não era verde, e o céu estava pálido. E eu, como sempre, estava em uma amarga e tediosa neutralidade como em todas as outras estações. Um fantasma entre corredores á busca de algum lugar quieto e reservado, longe das cores e sorrisos do refeitório. Entrei em uma sala qualquer me sentindo finalmente em paz. Analisando a sala, percebi ser a sala de música. Praguejei, e sai. Queria paz. E não teria enquanto aquele piano não parasse de me encarar. Respirei fundo e voltei á minha busca pelo nirvana. Pelo visto, não era hoje. Ao invés de encontrar sossego, encontrei problema.

Lá estava a tão odiada supervisora. Ela tinha algum problema comigo. Sério. Ela sempre arranjava um jeito de me levar para a diretoria, mesmo quando não estou fazendo nada. Como agora. Assim que a vi, quis levar um tiro. Como pode uma mulher ser tão ordinária? Ela deu um sorrisinho tão ordinário quanto ela e me pediu para acompanhá-la à diretoria. Mordi a língua para não responder com um “me obrigue” e fui á caminho do meu julgamento por seja lá o que essa louca inventou.

Ela abriu a porta e me mandou para sentar e esperar o diretor chegar. Revirei os olhos e fiz o que pediu. A louca ficou lá, me encarando com aquele sorriso diabólico. Ela devia fazer testes para uma versão feminina de Hannibal. Ou para a Samara numa versão loira e mal comida. Ergui uma sobrancelha enquanto pensava nela saindo do poço, e percebi que ela estava séria de novo. Descobri quando ouvi a porta bater. O diretor havia chegado. Antônio entrou na sala e suspirou ao ver nossa presença.

— O que foi agora, Jackie? – ela ajeitou a postura e começou a falar.

— Eu encontrei esse sujeito matando aula no corredor.

Bufei. Sério isso?

— Está na hora do intervalo! Não tem uma desculpa melhor para me dar uma detenção?

Ela me fuzilou com aqueles olhos demoníacos.

— O garoto está certo, Jackie. Está na hora do intervalo, não vejo nenhum problema nisso.

— Eu sei Antônio, mas no horário de intervalo é para ficar no refeitório e esse aluno estava pelos corredores.

Ela só pode estar brincando.

— Fala sério! Quer ditar meus direitos agora também?

— Sim, e você tem o direito de ficar calado. – a Nanny Mcphee disse.

Eu vou morrer de tédio.

— E de um telefonema e um advogado. Eu conheço meus direitos. Pode ir lá providenciar.

O diretor ergueu a mão e paramos de discutir.

— Cuidado com as palavras, Marco. A senhorita Jackie ainda é uma das autoridades da escola. Agora poderia me explicar o perigo da situação?

Ela voltou a sorrir. Como eu detesto o sorriso daquela mulher.

— O problema é que o aluno estava andando pelos corredores sem a minha autorização.

Antônio deu um olhar entediado para Jackie.

— Jackie, os alunos não precisam de autorização para andar pela escola no horário de intervalo.

Eu consegui ouvir as embreagens da supervisora. Ela estava muito irritada por não conseguir manchar o meu histórico mais uma vez. Achei que ela ia desistir por nunca conseguir e sempre se dar mal. Mas não. Ela simplesmente abriu a boca e disse a maior mentira da minha vida.

— Marco estava querendo fumar drogas dentro da escola.

Levantei-me, puto da vida, e comecei a gritar.

— Você tá doida? Eu não estava fazendo nada! Eu nem sequer bebo.

— Marco, acalme-se. Jackie, você não pode fazer uma acusação dessas sem provas.

Jackie permaneceu impassível. Enquanto eu queria esganar o pescoço daquele ser, eu só pensava em quantos processos iria render aquela situação. Já imaginava como seria se eu manchasse sua ficha criminal e ela, que não consegue nem manchar meu histórico escolar, pagando uma bela fiança com cara de desgosto;

— Tem razão. Não tenho provas. Mas acho que devemos registrar nossas suspeitas no histórico escolar no Sr.Tavelli.

Filha da mãe! Eu não mereço.

— É? Vamos ver o que meu pai tem a dizer sobre isso. Sabia que ele trabalha numa advocacia multinacional? – disse. Deliciei-me vendo o pavor no rosto da megera. Acho que não esperava por essa, não é mesmo?

— Temo que essa medida não será necessária, Marco. Foi só um mal entendido. Peço perdão por aborrece-lhe. A Srtª Saenz cometeu um engano e não voltará a se repetir. Está liberado.

Se não fosse pelo Antônio, eu teria processado a supervisora. Mas eu conheço Antônio desde que cheguei ao país, e ele sempre foi uma espécie de avô para mim. Então eu lancei um sorriso debochado para Jacqueline e sai. Peguei meu celular e si o horário no visor. Faltavam 15 minutos para o intervalo terminar. Aquela palhaçada custou meia hora do meu tempo. Bufei e continuei meu caminho pelo corredor. Quando cheguei perto da sala de música novamente, comecei a ouvir.

As teclas do piano produziam um som belo e vibrante. A música, desconhecida por mim, transmitiam uma alegria que eu nunca poderia ter na minha melancólica vida. Ouvi o grave se misturar com o agudo em uma sintonia única. Fechei os olhos e me apoiei na parede. Imaginei as notas em minha mente, e só consegui pensar que teria que tocar quando chegasse em casa. Quando terminou, sai do transe e espiei pela janela para ver quem era o autor daquela sensação.

Bem, o autor era ela. Não me surpreendi. Afinal, as mulheres têm uma emoção tão forte e tocante que nunca irei entender. Acho que elas têm paixão, algo que é raro para nós, homens. Penso que as mulheres são a parte que sente do ser humano. Quando elas sentem raiva, elas se tornam a raiva; quando elas amam, elas são o amor; e a parte mais importante é que se elas se decepcionam, elas se vingam e você nem percebe. Mulheres são pura poesia. Não entendo como alguns homens as acham inferiores. Não sei nem como nós não somos considerados assim. Mas ninguém é perfeito e todos têm algum defeito. No caso das mulheres é que elas são doidas. Sério, elas são piradas. O “não” pode ser “sim”, e o “sim” pode ser “não”. E o ‘talvez’ sempre é uma certeza; até porque elas nunca estão incertas sobre algo.

Enfim, quando a garota voltou a tocar (outra musica desconhecida por sinal), percebi que ela não era exceção e a ouvi tocar com todo o coração. Era como se ela fosse as notas, os acordes, as teclas; ela era a orquestra inteira. E ao que parece, ela roubou a beleza da orquestra inteira. A garota tinha a beleza de uma deusa. Longos cabelos negros, olhos verdes e pele pálida. Os lábios, mais vermelhos do que rosas. Sentada, trajava uma blusa azul-marinho de mangas compridas, e uma calça jeans escura. Mas o que realmente notei eram seus dedos. Esguios e finos, eles confiavam completamente em si. Afundavam-se nas teclas como se fossem suas. O som era esplêndido.

E não queria deixar de ouvi-lo nunca.

Fiquei por mais duas músicas antes de sair. Quando o fiz, percebi que o sinal havia acabado de tocar e precisava voltar ás aulas. Foi uma fatalidade. Se eu fosse surdo, morreria por não escutar as canções; e se fosse cego, me mataria por não vê-la. Mas quem me dera ser mudo, porque eu não teria dito o acontecido ao Federico.

— Então, você ouviu uma música? – ele disse enquanto se escorava no carro.

Revirei os olhos. Era a terceira vez que ele me perguntava isso.

— Aham.

— E era uma garota?

— Isso.

— E ela estava tocando no piano da sala de música...

— Certo.

— Tá. Eu não entendi. O que é que tem? Não vejo a gravidade na situação!

— A gravidade da situação é que eu gostei de ouvi-la cantar.

Ele me olhou torto. Eu conseguia ouvir as embreagens dele. Não entendia e duvido que em algum dia chegue a entender. Suspirei e mandei um “deixa pra lá” que ele aceitou de bom grado.

— Hey, Marco! – ele apontou á uma direção – Aquela é sua garota?

Olhei na direção de seu dedo e vi a musicista e mais duas garotas saindo pela porta da escola. Pude ver seu corpo inteiro agora, e percebi que ela parecia ser esculpida pelos deuses. Os longos e negros cabelos caiam por suas costas em um encaixe perfeito, enquanto as pernas longas e malhadas estavam á vista de todos. Ela trocara a blusa azul-marinho por uma camiseta branca e uma jaqueta de couro; a calça jeans havia sido substituída por um short preto com lantejoulas brilhante. Notei que suas companhias tinham nome e status: Natália Vidal (a baixinha narcisista) e Camila Torres (a ruiva louca que todos os dias tinha uma fantasia diferente). Os prodígios de divas olhavam para a garota como se acabassem de achar sua abelha-rainha.

E de fato, encontraram.

— Sim, é ela. Mas não é minha. E pelo visto ela pertence ao circulo negro agora.

Federico encarou o trio e deu uma risada.

— Violetta e Ludmila não vão gostar disso. Já imaginou se a garota canta? Vai ser uma guerra de entre o couro e a purpurina.

Dei uma gargalhada e parei para pensar em como seria uma guerra nessa escola. De um lado, Violetta com seu olhar arrogante e seus comparsas (o que eu estou incluso, claro), doutro, Natália e Camila com o ego inflado e sua nova rainha para acrescentar novas piadas de mau gosto ao vocabulário. Vilu que me desculpe, mas acho que finalmente conseguiu uma concorrente á sua altura. Tive certeza disso quando, no meio da conversa, ela sorriu. Os lábios da rainha se curvaram e ela soltou um sorriso tão grande e bonito que o estacionamento inteiro parou para contemplar. Existe um sorriso mais belo que este? Travei quando me ocorreu que estava a contemplando também. Fiz de tudo para afastar o sorriso dela da minha mente.

Parei de observá-la quando vi Tomás se aproximar com uma sorridente. Ele deu um high-five com Federico e me mandou um “e ai?” que foi respondido com um mero aceno de cabeça meu. Observei ele cutucar Fede com o cotovelo e fitar a garota do sorriso.

— Soube da nova amiguinha da Natália? Uma gata, né? – ele disse. Federico ergueu uma das sobrancelhas enquanto o fitava divertido.

— Minha irmã terminou com você há uma semana e já quer arrastar asa para a novata? Que feio Tomás!

Isso vai ser divertido...

— Todo mundo sabe que meu lance com sua irmã não era nada sério, aliás, eu tô muito feliz que nós terminamos. Cansei de você me chamar de cunhado por aí.

Revirei os olhos. Eu realmente tava sem paciência para agüentar Tomás, hoje.

— Todo mundo sabe que você ficou com o orgulho ferido depois da Vilu te dar pé na bunda.

Verdade.

— Isso não é verdade! Enfim, acha que ela cede ao meu charme?

— Violetta? Não. Ela detesta repetir dose.

— Não, a Francesca.

Eu e Fede o olhamos confuso.

— A novata, gente. Acha que ela me dá bola?

Soltamos um “ah” e demos de ombros.

— É bem mais fácil ela me dá bola. Eu tenho mais charme. – quis morrer com a conversa dos dois. Eu já sabia no que isso ia dar. – Uma pena que ela é amiguinha da Natália. Ficaríamos tão bem juntos.

Bufei.

— Como se isso impedisse vocês dois. – murmurei.

Eles me olharam pensativos e se levantaram.

— Tem razão. Mesma estratégia de sempre? – Federico disse. Tomás concordou com a cabeça.

E aqui vamos nós, de novo. Eu já sabia. Como sempre, observei o show. Os dois idiotas caminharam até a recém descoberta, Francesca, com um sorriso galanteador no rosto. A pobre coitada estava rindo de algo com as garotas quando Tomás, em uma intimidade que não tinha, chegou beijando sua mão e se apresentando. Sorriu meio sem graça e falou algo que deduzi ser sua apresentação, enquanto Federico chegou por trás e disse algo no seu ouvido. Dei uma risada quando a vi pular de susto. Logo depois, ela fez uma cara animada e perguntou algo á Fede. O vi arregalar os olhos e concordar e os dois começarem a conversar e Tomás, mais uma vez, ficar de fora. Era sempre assim. Veja, Tomás e Federico tinham “a manhã”. Como Vilu diz: eram charmosos. Eles sabem disso e tem essa mania idiota de toda vez que vêem uma garota, disputar quem tem mais charme. O que obviamente é Federico. Este que começara a mandar as cantadas, visto que Francesca estava meio desconfortável. Então, entre cantadas e flertes, Ludmila passou pela porta da saída. Bingo! Pude até ver um sorriso passar pelo rosto de Tomás. Federico, coitado, parou na hora. Enquanto, Tomás se aproveitava da situação e puxava papo com a garota. Toda vez isso acontecia. Fede conquistava a garota, mas ele não conseguia ir até o fim por Ludmila, e Tomás ficava com ela.

Nunca muda.

Parei de observar aquela palhaçada e mudei meu foco para algo mais maduro do que flertes: queda de braço. Fitei Maxi e Broduey apostarem os bíceps com Natália e Camila, que haviam se afastado depois da abordagem dos dois patetas á Francesca, os provocando com apoio moral. Revirei os olhos e me perguntei qual o futuro dessas pessoas.

Suspirei e voltei ao meu antigo foco. Francesca. Curioso o nome, devo acrescentar. Bem, ela estava em uma situação bastante desagradável. O pateta, mais conhecido como Tomás (já estou ficando irritado de pensar nesse nome), não parava de perseguir a coitada da garota que tentava chegar a seu carro. Que, aliás, estava perto do meu, concedendo-me o privilégio de ouvir a conversa.

— Então, por que não ficou na Europa? – disse a garota.

Engoli o riso. O Tomás não se toca.

— Eu poderia, mas na Europa não há garotas tão lindas como você.

Que ridículo. Como é que ele ainda é considerado charmoso?

— Interessante, porque sou italiana.

Touché.

— Mas o que é beleza comparada á simpatia das italianas.

Um ponto para o improviso brega do Tomás.

— Pena que não é universal né?

Dois pontos para a indireta direta de Francesca.

— É algo que só os italianos e espanhóis têm.

— Pena que alguns espanhóis sejam exceção...

Três pontos para Itália.

— Sério? É uma lástima. Mas entendo, alguns espanhóis são meio rudes mesmo. Conhece alguém assim?

Pobre Tomás. Tão ingênuo. Nem se deu conta de tantos foras que recebeu da moça. Que papelão. Bem, Francesca estava com um olhar tão duro que pensei que fosse perfurar Tomás com os olhos.

— Eu tenho que ir pra casa agora. Até mais! – disse e se encaminhou até o seu carro.

Tomás acenou e veio em minha direção. Ela o seguiu com o olhar até que ele veio parar em mim. Fixei o olhar nela reciprocamente. Foi um momento. Entende? Não foi uma situação, não foi um ato. Foi o instante em que nos conectamos; que nos intrigamos; que nos conhecemos. É como se fôssemos um tecido que naquele momento começou a fiar. E foi neste momento que tive certeza de que ela não era um fruto da imaginação e ela era tão real que era surreal. Éramos uma semente que acabava de ser plantada. Fitando-me, ela inspirou e engoliu em seco. Foi como um pequeno choque em meu coração que não parou de disparar. Sem freio, sem ritmo, ele me mandou sair daquele momento antes que estourasse. Ergui uma sobrancelha como quem diz “Perdeu alguma coisa?” e ela desviou o olhar e entrou no carro.

Não era o que meu coração queria dizer.

Quando cheguei em casa tudo que queria era tocar. Sentir meus dedos nas teclas de um piano, soprar um saxofone, até balançar uma lata de alumínio com uma bolinha dentro. Só queria música. Mas me contive. Por ora. A verdade é que chegou certo momento da noite que me vi tentando escrever a melodia de Francesca no papel. Tentei de todas as maneiras, mas não consegui. Fiquei decepcionado. O que tinha naquela música que nem meu ouvido musical podia captar?

Eu sabia a resposta. A verdade é que naquela e em todas as noites que sucederam, eu pensei nela. Repeti a imagem dela milhões de vezes em minha cabeça até conseguir dormir. Depois de um tempo, o único jeito de dormir era se pensasse nela. Passei a considerar que estava louco. Não a conhecia, sequer sabia o tipo de pessoa que era. O que eu sabia era que seus olhos eram verdes. Mas também eram escuros. E que a única conclusão que conseguia pensar sobre isso é que ela já sofreu. Nada mais. Então, por que não conseguia tirar ela da minha cabeça? Quando a resposta veio, não quis aceitar. Mas para não enlouquecer de vez, aceitei e me perguntei o porquê de esse fantasma aparecer na minha vida.

Francesca Cauviglia, meu amor platônico.

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Today: Breakfast at the boathouse across the road; a whirlwind's marketing in the drizzle; a new moonstone in my ear; a peach-huedd headband that gives me the 20's without the discrimination; Fitzroy and a pub dinner; gelato on the High Street; home and chat over dinner. Today: Books galore, poetry by the armful, flipping a coin to choose staying or goodbye. Say goodbye, now. Say goodbye and go home, to the foreign tongue, the Chinese tongue, the Korean love songs of my youth rolling off my tongue in the showerrrrrrrrrr - ... Mmmm-mmm, I'm too old now for fucking around. I thought: Young and the stars are just beginning to burn. Forgot I'm old enough now to want a man over a boy. Let's not fuck around, Angus and Julia Stone sings, and I've done the fucking around, done it all at 14, he comes in a week, Milan Kundera echoing from 16 years of age; my life is elsewhere now - 'Cause I know, I know I deserve better than this; wanted - to grow so that when I met E again, I'd have something to show him, tell him - then I did it for myself. What Lisbon streets are like; when I went to Venice alone after him a year later along the canals he tried to show me, I did go, I did go; that I saw Florence after Hannibal and how I, too, walked several times through the Piazza della Repubblica; how I walked through the Uffizi; knowing he would know my heart, ask me what did I feel when I saw the Botticellis and Primavera and he'll sit and think thoughtfully looking into the space of air about the Coming of Venus; I'll ask him do I look like her, give me a shell, laugh when we draw it in chalk on the floor - I'll tell him the Uffizi was grand and vast and I was stunned by the archways across the way, by the side of the Piazza della Signoria; tell him I loved the gold on the Ponte Vecchio and how I wish I'd sat by the Arno more; tell him about how I sat and ate gelato (regrettably, not alone but with a strange man met in the Borgo san Jacopo) in the vast flat yard in front of the Palazzo Pitti; he'll know when I say the Boboli was stunning; he'll know what I mean when I say the round lake and the island in the centre of it, gated at the circumference was iron-cast and so like the gardens of English gardens - He'll ask what about Bologna I loved; I'll tell him it was the arched corridors all along the pavements, and the pasta was splendid; I'll tell him that Pisa was gone to with a black straw hat bought in Florence, an underground vintage shop, later lost, he'll know I looked just like I belonged there, he'll smile - He'll know my feeling; my heart. He'll know my eyes; see me, really, truly see me. I belonged there, let it suck into myself; lived there. He'll be proud. He'll tell me sorry for what happened in Venice. I'll tell him I saw the inside of the Basilica San Marco. I'll tell him I saw the Biblioteca Marciana. I'll tell him I know Venice now, andiamo, andiamo. He'll listen to me when I talk about Rennie Mackintosh and Glasgow style and I'll wonder what Ayn Rand would have thought of it all. I'll ask him to compare her and Simone de Beauvoir, see what he comes up with. I'll tell him about the tea rooms from decades before. I'll tell him about the Sally Lunn buns in Bath. I'll tell him two hits off a blunt by the River Clyde did nothing for me, and only after how I recognised Edinburgh's Princes Street from Trainspotting. I'll say I stayed in a Georgian-era B&B in Liverpool, and it was the best thing about it. I'll tell him I did the B&B run through the north, rooms above the pubs. What Chester looks like, how there were bas-reliefs along the bottoms of the black timber beams. I'll tell him about the door in the side of the house in Canterbury that would have led out to the river that we saw in a boat, taken in the waning of autumn. Tell him the hall gallery on the high street of that small town. How the cathedral stands apart away in a lane gone wide concealing a smaller back street; how large and wide the rooms given even with stairs; how it was like the church down the road from me in Florence, the domes stained glass and frescoes and dim in the musty afternoon light of the air that never comes in from outside through the massive dark wood doors; how I sat and painted a ceramic tile to be fired as I did when I was a child in Singapore. He'll say you've gone so far, seen so much, he'll say, did you explore; I'll say yes. He'll say good girl. Good girl, proud of you. What eyes you have and what skin and what sturdy bones. Give me someone like that, drinking the world too. You're either curious about everything and thought to think or curious about nothing and dead on the tongue. Take your devil by his tongue and kiss him, hard, and make him fall to you; give at your feet, kiss them on his knees, do anything for you. Demons fall in love too. And then let go. Tell me about the cosmos in words like constellations patched together from pieces of night sky. Because I want to know, the way I hung over the side of the building in Budapest and looked into the courtyard; sat on the inside turn of the balcony in Rome and sang smoke into the blazing summer air; he'll smile at me when I put my silly music on and dance around gleefully to it. Because goddamnit, I haven't seen this much, done this much, dragged myself by the hair through so much, just for someone not to be proud of me, smile at me, see clearly what that light is worth. When I sing my Mandarin songs I'll tell him about the Ci Xi Palace in China, and the tiers of lakes in the Gui Fei Palace in Xi'an. I'll tell him about the little town for the bored noblefolk in the palaces outlining the water so you could boat without needing to walk, and how it looked just like a bit out of Spirited Away. I'll tell him the teahouses in the grounds had the same arches as the boat I sat in. I'll tell him I saw the shack Du Fu, the poet, wrote in. I'll tell him Shanghai night singing isn't so different from the cabaret singers all glammed up in the 20s, just in a different place, different culture. Instead of this fucking floundering - I have so much I could say, but it's lost breath on someone to whom none of that respires. I'll tell him this song is a road trip through the mountains in Norway. This one is wandering outside the steps up to Lublin Castle and never going in. This one is sitting on my suitcase on the street waiting for something, a taxi; a room, frantic. When T comes - we'll talk in the language carved from knowing each other long enough not to have to say more. And I'll go, and my hands won't reach. Electricity running through the circuit, not yet made another full round yet. Unreachable. A hike through rocky terrain for the oasis.

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