#FannibalSelfRecs: Hannibal S4
This was a lovely idea. Thank you, @hannibalficwriters!
My self-rec is for The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.
It’s my take on post-fall Hannigram, written in three volumes (Volumes 1 and 2 are up on AO3 - Volume 3 is completed and will begin posting weekly during the @murder-husbands-big-bang). It also has timestamps. The rating for Volume 1 is Mature. From Volume 2 on, the rating is explicit.
What does the piece mean to you?
This was my first multi-chapter fic. It’s not epic-length but the characters go on quite the journey, both literal and emotional. I wrote Volume 1 shortly after S3 had ended and I absolutely LIVED it while I was writing it. It seemed to pour out of me (yes, that old chestnut, but it’s true) and I had the time of my life incorporating elements from the end of the Hannibal book AND tackling loose ends from the end of S3 (hungry, Bedelia?). Working on this series has sharpened my craft and allowed me to establish my ‘voice’. For Volume 1, @arkarti created the stunning picture that you see above. Volume 3 is being illustrated by another amazing artist. The first chapter of Volume 3 will be published in the @radiance-anthology. So really this series means everything to me!
What was your favourite line in your piece?
This is a really difficult question to answer, so I’ll just pick something from the first and last chapters of Volumes 1 and 2.
Volume 1 Chapter 1...
‘Hannibal leans forward, pupils glinting red in the reflected glow of the ceiling lamp.
'The teacup came together, Will. For us, it seems, it always does.' And he smiles, a darkling thing.’
Volume 1 Chapter 10...
He's not coming.
Back in his room, Will surveys the bed morosely. His shoulder aches and he's ready to seek relief from the humiliation of rejection in oblivion. Shoes kicked off, shirttail tugged viciously free of his jeans, he flings himself down on top of the covers, gazing sulkily at the ceiling.
What now? Counting Wendigos?
Volume 2 Chapter 1...
Shit. Señora Méndez de Sotomayor, bearing down on him like an oversized flamingo on speed, all ruffled hot pink taffeta and skinny, flapping limbs.
Volume 2 Chapter 11...
Tugs gently at the strands caught between his fingers, tilting Hannibal's head back, and bends to drop one kiss, then another, on lips already softened in anticipation. 'But I seem to recall something about a bloody rampage across South America, raising holy hell.'
What are you most looking forward to in Season 4?
A Hannigram kiss!







