hannibalbingo

[hannibalbingo]

One Hand Free (Hannigram S4) - shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham // Tags: Post season 3, injury, injury recovery, fever dreams, sex dreams, woke up horny, inappropriate erections, morning wood, masturbation, hand jobs, rough manual sex, slightly painful sex, rough hand job.

Post fall Will finally wakes from a fever and needs one hand free.

Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: "All I Need Is One Hand Free" One Hand Free (3k): “All I need is one hand free,” Gideon muttered the words under his breath as he eyed the guards. 

No, not Gideon. 

Will balled his fist, looked at the guards and muttered, “All I need is one hand free…”

He grit his teeth through the pain of dislocating his thumb and then pulled the handcuff over his hand, turning it to use as a weapon. 

Then came chaos. Noise and movement that Will’s brain supplied as having to have been true given the evidence. The blood, the damage, the injuries - the ones before their organs were removed and hung in the tree like----

“All I need is one hand free,” Hannibal grinned around the words, trussed as he was to the trolley - wheeled about like cargo so that he could hear Will say ‘please’ when he asked for his help with the Great Red Dragon. 

“One hand?” Will asked, his thoughts so very far away. He wasn’t sure if this was real, or a memory. Was the back of the van a memory? Was he really here in Hannibal’s cell? He wasn’t sure if it had happened like this. 

“To help you,” Hannibal explained, flicking his eyes down to Will’s crotch. 

Will sucked in a sharp breath. He was hard, he realised now, his trousers tenting obscenely, though Hannibal seemed to be the only one who had noticed, despite the orderly being right there. Stoic, statue-like as though he couldn’t hear or see anything that was happening between Will and Hannibal. 

“I could help you,” Hannibal continued, his voice a low, sensual growl, “all I need is one hand free, and I’d”----

Both his hands were free, Will realised as Hannibal jumped on Dolarhyde’s back, holding tight as he bit into the man’s neck and pulled away a chunk of his throat. 

Hannibal was free. 

Continue on AO3

[hannibalbingo]

Good Deed (Markus/Kurt/Freddie) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Markus (Riders of Justice)/Kurt (Black Hawk Down)/Freddie Lounds // Tagged: Post canon Markus, Post canon Kurt, when is this set? Who knows. Don't question it,  bar hook-up, manipulative Freddie Lounds, flirting, kissing, spanking, vaginal fingering, finger fucking, threesome, M/M/F, dry humping, anal fingering, where did the lube come from? Who knows, Freddie is resourceful, anal sex, multiple orgasms, masturbation, voyeurism, happy ending. Prompt Fill. 

Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: Free Space Note: this is the result of the polls I ran to decide on which bingo prompts to use for my free space. The ones decided were spanking and threesome. The final poll (choosing the characters) was a tie, so I went with Markus/Kurt/Freddie as I was hit by an idea! Enjoy! 

Markus is the officer assigned to Kurt Schmid during a press tour the higher ups have sent some of the returning soldiers on.

Good Deed (3.6k):

“You don’t have to do this.” Markus told the young man sitting next to him. They were in a small conference room specifically set up for this stupid fucking debacle. 

Hadn’t these men been through enough without the military parading them out to journalists?

They’d each been assigned to a more experienced officer, someone to go with them to these stupid things, and for Markus, he got Kurt Schmid. 

He was a quiet lad, but he came to life when talking about medicine and saving people. When he trained as a doctor he could have done anything, worked in any kind of medical care, but instead he’d signed up. He joined the forces because he wanted to save lives, not end them. And honestly, that was fucking refreshing given the amount of assholes Markus had encountered over the years. Meatheads who just wanted to play with guns and have an excuse to shoot at brown people. Kurt was so far from that and Markus admired him. He was glad, after what had happened on his deployment in Somalia, that he hadn’t become jaded or changed his mind about his career. He still wanted to do good deeds.

In the quiet room, he felt - rather than saw - Kurt glance across at him, and a small smile of gratitude greeted him when he did turn to look. 

“I know, it’s okay.” 

Kurt had a soft accent from somewhere in America that Markus couldn’t name. He liked it though, liked Kurt’s smile and his eyes. His fucking eyes were beautiful. 

Markus swallowed down that thought and looked away, back to the door. 

~*~

The hotel bar was loud and Markus was glad. It was loud enough to drown out the thoughts in his head after the shit show of a day. 

The press had been pretty good with Kurt, respectful. Except Freddie Lounds, one of those vulture-like journos who wrote for tabloids. Markus would admit there was a good point to some of her questions - around the operation, the loss of lives, especially of the Somali civilians. But that wasn’t for Kurt or any of the men to answer, those questions were for the top brass. And when he interjected to tell her so, Kurt had tensed and she’d smirked at him as her eyes had flicked between him and Kurt. 

A fucking bloodhound.

He hadn’t been laid in forever. He’d joined the UN taskforce once Mathilde had gone off to college, and hoped that would bring back some of the life he’d had before his wife died. But there’s no such thing as a magic fix and it’s no good trying to run from things you don’t want to address. 

He could fucking try though. 

He’d never given a shit about being attracted to men when he was married - it was something he knew about himself but never had to deal with. But since he’d become unexpectedly single again it seemed like every guy he met held some sort of appeal. He’d looked it up - bisexual. And he found via various internet forums that he wasn’t the only person to fixate on his sexuality after a change of circumstances. 

It was all normal. But that didn’t mean he wanted to, or could, act on it. 

Because if he could…

Markus let out a sigh and then downed the rest of his beer, thoughts of Kurt Schmid running rampant in his mind. What it would be like to have those beautiful eyes look at him with longing, feel those soft lips, those steady hands--

Markus slammed his empty glass down onto the bar. 

“Hey there soldier, something wrong?”

Markus recognised the voice of Freddie Lounds and didn’t feel the need to turn and respond. So instead she took the seat beside him and sat much closer than necessary. He should have found a local bar to drink at instead.

“Nice to see you again,” She offered cordially, at which Markus responded with only a grunt. 

That pulled a chuckle from her and she signalled the server, ordering a drink for herself and the same again for Markus. 

“I should go,” he finally responded, turning to her. 

She had a quirked brow and an expression that dared him to stay. He huffed and relaxed back on his stool when the drink was placed in front of him. 

“Not sure I want to socialise with you, Miss Lounds. You were pretty tough on that kid.”

She smirked and shrugged, “He’s a big boy, he can take it. What about you?”

Continue on AO3

[hannibalbingo]

for @hannibalbingo 🩸🦌 prompt: evil minds research museum

Will Graham scorns the FBI's Evil Minds Research Museum, while secretly knowing he has one of his own. Not to display, but to treasure.

And nobody, not even Hannibal, knows about it.

[hannibalbingo]

Treat You Right (Lenny/Bobby) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Lenny (Bleeder)/Bobby Bronson (ROAR) // Tags: HEU, naive Lenny, cop Bobby, Bobby proving that ACAB, Bobby is an asshole, abuse of power, dub-c0n, bar hook-up, intimidation, c0ercion, blow jobs, praise kink, Lenny is a good boy, face fucking, dub-c0n initially but Lenny has a great time!

Bobby can't resist fucking with Lenny when he sees him at the bar (literally).

Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: Lenny

Treat You Right (1.1k words):

Bobby would say he wasn’t one to use his position to his advantage, but it would be a lie. 

As far as Bobby was concerned, ACAB might as well be specifically aimed at him and he didn’t give one fuck. He wasn’t delusional, he wasn’t trying to convince himself that he joined the police for anything other than what it could give him. What he could get out of it and what angle he could work from it. 

And right now, he saw an absolutely perfect way to misuse the power and faith entrusted to him as an officer of the law. 

Young Lenny was sitting at the bar all alone. 

He’d met Lenny a week earlier when he interviewed the kid in relation to the death of that Leo clown - what a fucking mess that was. They were known associates and for a while Bobby had to wonder if Lenny had been involved with all the fucked up bullshit that went down with that guy. But it had only taken one interview to exclude Lenny from their investigation. 

Bobby wouldn’t call the kid simple, but there was something naive about him. An innocence that made Bobby fucking hard. He’d had to adjust himself a couple of times in the interview. 

He loved this kind of guy. Sweet and innocent and ready to be corrupted. He loved nothing fucking more than hearing guys like this beg to be fucked, beg for his come. Especially the ones that seemed so innocent sexually too. He’d be shocked if Lenny wasn’t a virgin and that held a whole other appeal on top. 

Seeing him sitting at the bar in the one fucking gay club in the shitty city Bobby had currently been loaned to via Interpol, made his fucking day. 

Bobby knocked back his drink and set the glass down on a table before making his way back up to the bar. He slicked back his hair and hitched his shirt over the badge resting on his hip to ensure it was visible. Technically he was off-duty, but what’s the point of having a badge if you can’t use it?

Continue on AO3!

[hannibalbingo]

The Sea Boy (Hannigram AU)

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe, Merfolk AU, historical AU, Count Hannibal Lecter, Merman Will Graham, first kiss, time skip, reunions, injury, injury recovery, getting to know each other, falling in love, fluff and smut, happy ending.

The sailor spoke in a lower tone, “It is a lucky thing to see merfolk. But remember, how you treat them decides whether that be bad luck, or good luck for ye.”

Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: Harpy Knife Also for: MerMay 2024

Chapter One (2.8k words):

On a fishing trip with his father, young Hannibal meets the sea boy for the first time.

___________________________________________________________

Hannibal had been so young when his father first taught him how to fish that it felt like he always knew. Together with some of the staff and the gamekeeper, they fished regularly on the Lecter estate, and always cooked their catch. 

Whilst he remembered the excursions fondly, they fished so often that the memories became a blur. Years later only one truly would stand out in his mind, because it was one of the times they left the estate and went to the coast for a proper outing. And on this particularly memorable occasion, Hannibal had seen the sea boy. 

It had been a two day trip, staying overnight in an inn near the shore, and on the first day out on a small fishing vessel, Hannibal had been mesmerised by the sight of a gloriously coloured tailfin. He had spent long hours pouring over the many volumes in his father’s library on the subject of fish and other aquatic species, and this was nothing he had seen. The colour was more like that of human flesh, up to the tips which were a faint greenish-blue. And perhaps he might have thought nothing of it and studied more once home, thinking it some exotic creature, but then he discovered it was more exotic than he had expected when a mop of dark hair surfaced.

At first he had thought it some flotsam, it was dark and threaded through with seaweed. But then a face emerged, a young boy about his age, with the same greenish-blue tinge at the end of his pointed ears and highlighting his cheeks. 

Hannibal stood agape on the bow of the ship, watching as the boy watched back. They studied each other and he raised his hand in a tentative wave. The sea boy blinked at him and then his mouth split into a smile that revealed sharp, pointy teeth. 

He was too mesmerised to call out to his father, and when he and the other men brought forth the small barrels of bait, the sight and sound of them must have scared the sea boy. His smile was gone, eyes wide, he continued to look at Hannibal for just a moment, then turned back into the sea, tailfin kicking up the water after him as he dove. 

“Papa!” the spell between them broken, Hannibal found his voice. “Papa! I saw a boy in the sea. A boy with a fishtail!” 

All the men laughed heartily and Hannibal’s father ruffled his hair. “You have a vivid imagination, Hannibal.” He chuckled. 

Hannibal frowned and one of the sailors asked, “Are you sure he hasn’t been drinking the salt water.”

Another bout of laughter went up, this time a little more cruel, until there were three hard thuds on the deck and the sailors went quiet and back to their business. 

Hannibal looked over to where the sound had come from and one of the sailors - an old man, much older than any of the others - sat on a low bench. He had a scar across his face, a pipe in his mouth and had knocked on the deck with a large stick that he used for walking. 

“You ignore these fools,” The old sailor told Hannibal. “These waters are filled with all manner of things that sailors should fear. Them things of this world, and of others.” He raised his voice so the other sailors had to hear him. “They’d all do well to be more mindful of the sea.”

There were a few grumbles under their breath but no one spoke directly to the old man, who then grabbed Hannibal by the back of his collar and pulled him closer, close enough that his nose was filled with the scent of the damp tobacco. The sailor spoke in a lower tone, “It is a lucky thing to see merfolk. But remember, how you treat them decides whether that be bad luck, or good luck for ye.”

Hannibal swallowed and nodded, almost losing his balance when the sailor let go of him and waved him away. 

That encounter might have been memorable in itself, but it was the evening that Hannibal remembered with most clarity. 

It was a small fishing town they were staying in, and nowhere was far from the water. As the sailors drank and made merry in the inn, his father sat in his room going over charts with the captain, discussing the plans for the next day. No one seemed to notice that Hannibal was not in his room, and perhaps presumed him asleep. But instead, curious, he snuck out the inn and made his way down to the harbour. He sat on the solid stone part of the pier and looked out to the water, the waves lapping a few feet beneath him - noisy in their tidal movement. 

He noticed the change in sound, the slap of the waves against the stone of the wall lost rhythm. He frowned and looked down, finding the sea boy beneath him, slapping his hand against the stone to attract attention. 

Hannibal took in a sharp, excited breath and immediately scrambled to lie on the floor, hanging a little over the edge to smile down at the boy. 

Continue reading on AO3!

[hannibalbingo]

We've got a 5x5 card ready for Achilles, who provided the tumblr handle "crazy4moony"! Achilles, if you're around, let us know where we can send your card

[hannibalbingo]

hi! :) how long does it usually take to receive a bingo card after submitting a Google form?

Unfortunately, it can vary greatly depending on my personal schedule! Right now, I'm about two weeks behind; I still owe all cards requested after March 28th. I'm hoping to get most if not all of them out this weekend, but rest assured they're underway!

[hannibalbingo]

If I’m planning to move blogs, do I need to inform mods of my new url before I start posting my bingo fills on there? Just wondering ^_^

Nope, you don't need to inform us! The only time we'd ask to you to reach out would be if you've signed up to be sent a card via tumblr and are changing your handle before you've received it; in that case, we'd love a heads up so we can send the card to the correct account. Otherwise, you can just go ahead and post on your new account!

[hannibalbingo]

I'll Plant You A Cherry Blossom (Hannigram S2) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham // Tags: season 2, AU-ish/Canon divergent-ish, Will knows, established relationship, manipulation, game playing, references to murder, references to cannibalism, Will is in BSHCI, tree man tableau, hand jobs, Will is turned on by murder, dirty talk, coming in pants.

Hannibal may have helped put will in BSHCI, but that doesn't mean he isn't still courting him.

Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: The Tree Man Tableau

I'll Plant You A Cherry Blossom (1k):

“You know, you don’t make this any easier.” Will scolded through the bars.

“In what way?” Hannibal asked, looking up from the pan where Councilman Sheldon Isley’s heart sizzled in Will’s mind.

Will’s look was as flat as his mood and he ignored the slight smirk pulling at the corner of his lover’s mouth. “You wanted to play this game, wanted to put me in here. I can’t exactly pretend I don’t know who you are, what you are.” Will paused and took a breath, exasperated but also starting to get a little hard. They had been playing this game for a while and it was forever escalating. Now he was in Chilton’s care only able to see his lover infrequently and fantasise that they were back together in Hannibal’s home. “I have to play along with Jack too, but I also don’t want you to go to prison, and some days those two things come into conflict.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Hannibal offered, with no apparent sympathy as he turned the slices of heart over in the pan.

Will huffed a sigh and then resorted to what he knew would get under Hannibal’s skin. “I warned Jack that you’d be hosting a dinner party the next time the Ripper kills. And here we are.” He could almost smell the scent of the meat cooking.

“Here we are, indeed,” Hannibal drawled darkly, before looking back up at Will. “Sheldon’s heart will make a perfect dinner tonight.”

“Yes, but the rest of poor Mr Isley is in the fridge awaiting a dinner party,” Will accused, accurately he knew. He knew Hannibal better than anyone ever had or likely ever would. They knew each other intimately.

“You need to be more careful. At the moment I’m doing a very good job of convincing everyone that my accusations about you are wholly unfounded. We discussed this Hannibal, I was meant to throw them off the scent, give a way for you to clear your name. But then you do shit like this,” he gestured between the stove top and the fridge. “I can’t suddenly say I don’t think it’s you, but if you’re not careful, people will start to believe me.”

“Hmm,” Hannibal hummed his agreement but there was no remorse there. A slight tone of amusement if anything. “Tell me, Will, what is it you are seeing right now.”

For a moment the pendulum swung and the scene before him shifted from Hannibal in his kitchen to Hannibal outside the barred cage Will had been placed in for Hannibal’s visit. Just as quickly he was back in Hannibal’s kitchen.

Continue reading on AO3!

[hannibalbingo]

Our 2024 soft reboot is live, and sign-ups are open for Hannibal Bingo! Fill out this form to request your random personalized card.

If you haven’t already, please make sure to check out our Information and FAQ (also available on our carrd for mobile users). We can’t wait to see what you create!

Hannibal Bingo is a bingo-style fanwork creation challenge celebrating Bryan Fuller’s Hannibal! Participants will receive a random personalized bingo card with a variety of prompts such as episodes, characters, quotes, tropes, and more. We have no minimum requirements and accept all fills in all mediums, including but not limited to fanfic and fanart, edits and gifsets, meta, fanmixes, and fanvideos.

[hannibalbingo]

We're having trouble sending a card to one of our participants! If you signed up for a 3x3 card with the alias 'Moose,' we're getting a delivery failure for your email address. Shoot us a DM or email so we can get you your card!

[hannibalbingo]

Let’s go Hannibal bingo

@hannibalbingo

[hannibalbingo]

It's time for another yearly reset! Hannibal Bingo will soft reboot on March 15. Don’t worry—this isn’t a deadline! You can continue using your current card(s) as long as you’d like. The reboot just means that everyone will be eligible for a new card, whether they’ve achieved a bingo or not.

For those who aren't familiar with us, we’re a low-pressure Hannibal fanwork creation challenge with no deadlines or minimum requirements. Fill out our sign-up form and we’ll create a personalized bingo card that you’ll use to inspire your creations! For more info, you can check out our carrd or tumblr pages.

We hope you're as excited as we are!

[hannibalbingo]

We have a card ready for a user who signed up with the tumblr handle "lestic"! If you're still around and see this, let us know what account to send it to

[hannibalbingo]

devil's breath

by diabolica

read chapter 4 on ao3

Bedelia du Maurier does not lie. She obfuscates.

written for my @hannibalbingo card, for the prompt "Dreamlike"

[hannibalbingo]

devil's breath

by diabolica

read chapter 3 on ao3

Bedelia du Maurier does not lie. She obfuscates.

written for my @hannibalbingo card, for the prompt "Dreamlike"

[hannibalbingo]

The Suitor (Hannigram/Kaisergram/DogsDogs AU) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham/Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Will Graham/Duncan Vizla (Polar), Will/Hannibal/Nigel/Duncan // Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Royalty AU, Prince Will, Harem, age difference, manipulation, manipulative Will, older alphas/younger omega, Alpha Hannibal Lecter, Omega Will Graham, Alpha Nigel, Alpha Duncan, multi-sex omega, almost incest, heat sex, fertile heat, breeding, pregnancy, mpreg, vaginal sex, triple penetration in one hole, vaginal sex (AFAB language used), come inflation, M/M/M/M. Prompt Fill.

Young Prince Will, having turned twenty on his last birthday and deep into his first fertile heat, bends the law in order to choose a suitor.

Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: Harem

The Suitor (3.2k words):

“What’s going on here!” King William roared the words as he stormed towards his omegan son’s quarters. 

“Sire,” Chilton winced as he tried to step between his majesty and the door, without trying to seem obstructive. The two guards posted at the doors looked uncomfortable but held their ground, did their duty. Which was to not allow the prince to be disturbed no matter by what or who. 

“You sanctioned this,” Chilton held up his hands in placation, “and according to the law, the prince must be allowed to--”

“I didn’t sanction THIS!” The King’s finger pointed violently at the closed door as they all tried to ignore the sounds within, loud enough that they resonated through the thick wood. 

“Of course, Sire, and of course I wouldn’t dream of contradicting you, but…” Chilton was nervous as he waved over the Prince’s aide who had come from his room on hearing the commotion. Jimmy nodded and quickly ran off, returning seconds later with a large codex, available so quickly as this situation had been anticipated. 

Jimmy flipped the huge tome to the correct page and then turned it to face the king, holding it like a book stand as Chilton pointed out the relevant law. 

“You agreed that he could invoke article 6 of the Harem Act,” Chilton said as he pointed to the exact clause. 

“I did, but… they are all in there! I can hear them!” King William shouted, his lip curling into a snarl. “I said he could take one of his harem as his mate if they got him pregnant during his first fertile heat, as the law allows.” 

It was clear to them all that the King had not expected any of them to get him pregnant, and he especially hadn’t expected the young prince to take them all at once. 

“They are ALL in there!” The King reiterated and Chilton winced.

Continue on AO3