#lee fallon

Lee has his wine bar, his marathons, and his pick of sturdy men eager to bend him over and fill him up. But then he gets sick. At first it feels like a cold he can’t shake, and then like something more worrying. His blood tests come back negative for all sorts of things but his white blood cell count is alarmingly high and he’s poked and prodded until they figure it out. It’s cancer and it’s not a fun kind, if any version of cancer can be said to be fun. He sells his wine bar, sells most of his things and runs and gasps for air and tries a variety of treatments that are almost worse than his cancer. So he stops.

He plans to run one last marathon while he can still get around on his own two legs. They’re skinnier now but they still work. Mostly.

But the unusually humid weather and the hilly route conspire against him — he makes it over the bridge and several unreasonably big hills but passes out somewhere near Frick Park. He’s a bit bloody and quite unconscious, coming to in the ambulance though he’s disoriented to say the least. When he begins to cough up blood into his oxygen mask, they race him to PTMC.

Robby is several hours into the day shift and a few folks from the marathon have been brought in over the past few hours. A severe sprain. A few folks fainting from the early heatwave. But nobody who looks as bad as the pale, sweaty man with piercing blue-green eyes and slim legs in tiny running shorts. He has smears of blood around his neck and mouth and spatters of it on his racing bib. Despite that, he’s shockingly beautiful. He gets the rundown from the EMTs and after some oxygen and an IV, the man is finally recovered enough to give him the full story.

-His name is Lee. -No, he’s not local. And yes, he’s here by himself.

-And yes, that also means he’s single… and he winks at Robby who blushes right down to his beard.

-Yes, he knows why he’s coughing up blood.

-Yes, he knows that running a marathon with the kind of cancer he has is probably a bit stupid but he’s sure Robby has seen stupider ways to die.

Robby agrees with that.

Lee can’t seem to catch his breath or stop coughing and Robby lets him grip onto his hand, an anchor for a man desperately trying to get air. They have to intubate. Then they have to do an emergency thoracotomy.

Lee finally stabilizes enough to move to the ICU but he isn’t getting better. Robby visits. Maybe it’s a bit weird but he knows Lee doesn’t have anyone nearby. It starts out with a visit here or there before he leaves for the day, turns into popping in before his shifts start. Then he’s visiting on his days off. He can’t bring Lee real flowers so he learns a little origami — they’re a bit rough, a bit unpracticed, but when those blue-green eyes light up at the paper bouquet all of the paper cuts and crumpled squares are worth it.

It’s been a few weeks since Lee arrived and oddly enough, it’s also been a few weeks since he’s been up on the roof standing far too close to the edge. He stopped smoking too. Not for Lee, but not NOT for Lee. It’s only uncomfortable if he thinks about it. So he doesn’t. He visits. He teases. He gets attached and he presses a kiss to Lee’s cold fingers one night before he leaves, not daring to make eye contact before he goes.

Lee is on the transplant list and right on the threshold of being a viable candidate. Robby ropes in Dana and Abbot and all of his smartest residents and students in figuring out how to keep Lee going, to keep the man their boss so clearly cares about around just a bit longer.

He feels foolish. Is he foolish? To fall for a patient who probably can’t be saved even if Robby bought him a little more time.

But his sabbatical involves cleaning his house, sterilizing the fuck out of everything, moving Lee in, and making sure he’s got everything he needs to keep going just a bit longer. They don’t fuck. But their gazes are warm and soft and a bit heated on those rare good days. Robby’s stomach is in knots even as his heart throbs with something like love.

Lee makes it to his transplant date. He flatlines, comes back, and he wakes up and breathes properly again for the first time in a very very long time. He wonders if his months with Robby were only ketamine and coma dreams. But there he is, asleep half on his hospital bed, his warm hand engulfing Lee’s smaller, colder one. Lee finally has enough breath and hope to tell Robby what he’s been waiting to hear. He combs his fingers through Robby’s hair, pets his beard, touches his lower lip tenderly until those eyes flutter open, brighter than all the sunrises they’ve seen together combined.

Both Robby and Lee made peace with death some time ago, but in this moment, they are ready to hold on to the life they’ve clawed back from the edge for as long as they both have left. At night, Lee is propped up with pillows and full of medication, but they still press as closely together as they can. They shuffle out to the tiny garden behind his house. They savor each breath. They watch the sun come up or go down when they can. It’s not peaceful, not exactly, but it is beautiful.

Hannibal Extended Universe - Trans, Non-binary, Gender Fluid, Genderqueer Fic List - 2025

Threesomes, moresomes and Mads/Mads, Hugh/Hugh pairings

All the fics tagged as any Hannibal Extended Universe pairing (including ones with Will and/or Hannibal) with any trans, non-binary, genderqueer or otherwise non-cis characters between 8 April 2024 to 7 April 2025, please let us know if we missed any that you would like added to this list. 

Note: This is not a rec list, we have not read all of them and so present them just as the links for your perusal. Some of these fics may be incomplete and/or abandoned. Please mind the tags on each fic when you land.

Threesomes (or more!)

Polygram + Hannibal

Outlast by SAMMX

Will/Hannibal/Adam Raki (Adam)

in the middle of the night by agirlcalledkill

Blood Synced by moonrockcollector

Will/Hannibal/Nigel (Charlie Countryman)

Cuck by TigerPrawn

Will/Hannibal/Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Duncan Vizla (Polar) 

fuck me & feed me by highkeydykey

Adam Raki (Adam)/Bobby Bronson (Roar)/Nigel (Charlie Countryman)

Well, Good-Fucking-Morning by Sweaty_dogman

Lee Fallon (The Big C)/Nigel (Charlie Countryman/Tonny (Pusher 1&2)

Merry Fucking Christmas, Gorgeous by TigerPrawn

Mads/Mads Character Pairings

Duncan Vizla (Polar)/Elias (Men & Chicken)

But now you’ve found out that it’s a habit that sticks (You’re an orgasm addict) by und34d_sh3p3rd

Johann Struensee (A Royal Affair)/Ludvig von Kahlen (The Promised Land)

Prick by MyCorruptionArc

Lenny (Bleeder)/Elias (Men & Chicken)

Let's make a movie by UndeadEscapist

Hugh/Hugh Character Pairings

Polygram

Gingerbread & Cacao by mech4nicalbr1de 

Will Graham/Adam Raki (Adam)

nostalgia by intravenus

Will Graham/Adam Towers (Basic Instinct 2)

Risk Addiction by bloodbrothers

Bobby Bronson (Roar)/Adam Raki (Adam)

The tempting Angel on my lap by Hannibal_76

Keep It Quiet by Sweaty_dogman

A very scary story about a bath by strashni_denasavr

A Slice of Heaven by mech4nicalbr1de

Under The Christmas Tree by mech4nicalbr1de

In My Room by mech4nicalbr1de

Give the World by Adelisa_B

Lee Fallon (The Big C)/Adam Raki (Adam)

Merry Fucking Christmas, Gorgeous (Nigel/Lee/Tonny) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Lee/Nigel, Lee/Nigel/Tonny // Tagged: Hannibal Extended Universe, Alternate Universe, Christmas, Mentions of Cancer, Past Cancer, Established Relationship, Married Lee and Nigel, Bucket List, Threesome - M/M/M, Trans Male Character, Trans Lee Fallon, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Double Penetration, Double Vaginal Penetration, Sex Work, sex worker Tonny, Terms used for Lee's genitalia: t-dick, cock, pussy, cunt, wet. Happy Ending. HEUswap24.

Lee wants a threesome and Nigel arranges it as a Christmas present.

HEUswap24 gift for @silvergoldsea

Merry Fucking Christmas, Gorgeous (3.2k words):

Lee tried to catch his breath but Nigel had kissed him breathless. He was panting as Nigel pulled back, sliding his fingers out of Lee at the same time, making him whine. 

“Are you ready, gorgeous?” Nigel’s words were a rumble next to his ear, which didn’t help in his trying to breath. He was so turned on that his t-dick throbbed with want. 

“Yeah,” Lee agreed, nodding. 

He was so fucking ready. 

They had been talking about this for a while. When Lee was still sick, Nigel had encouraged him to make a list of things he wanted to do - no holds barred. And this was on that list. The fact that he had not long after gone into remission and now had the all clear, hadn’t stopped Nigel making sure he got everything on that list. 

From visiting a vineyard in France that he’d always wanted to go to, to taking dance classes. And now this. 

“Shall I go get him?” Nigel asked. There was no concern there, and no need for there to be. Nigel knew they were solid even before their beachside wedding vows a few weeks after Lee was first diagnosed. Yes, Nigel was obsessive and jealous, and would punch someone out if they tried it on with Lee at the bar. But this was different - he’d organised this, vetted the call boy, and wished Lee a Merry Christmas when he arranged the visit for Christmas Eve. 

Lee knew that Nigel was just making sure Lee was comfortable. And the truth was, at one point he wouldn’t have been. No matter how much Nigel called him beautiful and gorgeous, before he started to put weight back on, he hadn’t felt that way. But now, he didn’t look sick any more, he didn’t feel sick. He felt comfortable and confident and was so very ready to make this little fantasy of his come true. 

“I’m ready,” Lee confirmed, enjoying the cheeky grin in response.