I wound’ve like to show you Florence, Will.

[itischampagnova]

'ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ'

♪ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴅᴇʟɪᴀ

[itischampagnova]

'ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ'

♪ ᴍᴀsᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ʜɪs ғᴀᴄᴇ

[itischampagnova]

'ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ'

♪ ᴋɪss ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғʀᴀɴᴄɪs

[itischampagnova]

ʀᴇsᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴍʏ 'ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ' ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ

♪ ғɪғᴛʏ sʜᴀᴅᴇs ᴏғ ʟᴇᴄᴛᴇʀ

[itischampagnova]

So… this is me, writing a fanfic in English for the first time.

Hope you guys like it, you may also check the full version at AO3.

"Maybe we could have a simple dinner together at my place, given that neither of us are in the best state of each other." Hannibal said, he could still smell a lightly sense of blood in the air, his and Will's.

The relief of seeing Will alive made him wavered for a moment. But then, when Will dabbed him with the gauze, he realized he want more.

Will nodded, still staring at the wound of Hannibal's forehead, as if he were thinking of something else, for a moment he even thought what would it taste like, that bloody cut.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[itischampagnova]

"𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞."

[sherlockspeare]

Don’t ever ask me what the hell I was thinking ‘cause I don’t know either.