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Welcome to the Hannibal Cre-Ate-Ive #RudeTrip Fic Roundup! 

Thank you so much to @hannibalssketchbook who made the banner for this challenge. And thank you to everyone who contributed and commented and kudoed! 

We are trying a new system for gathering contributions, so as always, if we missed you it’s not personal!  Please send us an ask or a DM on Twitter and we will edit you in. 

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Hannibal Cre-Ate-Ive’s  #RudeTrip Art Roundup

Thank you so much to @hannibalssketchbook who made the banner for this challenge. And thank you to everyone who contributed and commented and kudoed!  

We are trying a new system for gathering contributions, so as always, if we missed you it’s not personal!  Please send us an ask or a DM on Twitter and we will edit you in.

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“Oops!” A Griggel ABO Series [Part 1: Oops!] [Part 2: What?] [Part 3: When…] [Here.]

Explicit // M/M // Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Grigg Harris // Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Nigel, Omega Grigg, Accidental Bonding

Grigg returned to the US and Nigel can’t live without him. Grigg isn’t fairing much better and needs his Alpha. Nigel is going to travel from Romania and all over California in search of his omega no matter what.

Grigg woke with a start, a sheen of sweat on his skin. He was a couple of weeks from his heat and knew this wasn’t it coming early - that had happened once as a teenager and he knew roughly what to expect. Nope, this was caused by the dream he had just had. A dream about being in heat, and for the first time, experiencing it with an alpha.

This had left him sweaty, frustrated and achingly hard. For the first time in a long while, he was anxious about his heat. It wasn't something he particularly looked forward to, but he didn’t usually dread it like this. The thought of going into heat now that he was bonded, without the alpha around, it was sort of devastating. It wasn’t exactly what all omegas dreamed of.

It was his own fault of course. After the alpha, Nigel, had cornered him at his presentation, they had gone back to his room. They should have talked, worked out what they were doing next, but instead they had sex. Lots of sex. Lots of very very good sex. And then they woke in the morning and Grigg realised his flight was in a few hours. Without saying anything, he’d waited for the alpha to take a shower, quickly packed and left. He had really fucked up, he knew that. But it appeared to be his turn to freak out. And now… he was in a different country with absolutely no idea how to even get in touch with the alpha he was bonded to.

Grigg had occasionally, casually, considered going on suppressants - who hadn’t these days? But usually he was comfortable, he had enough money to take the time off and to hole up with toys and dvds and feel safe and secure, and away from any alpha’s that might come sniffing around. Sometimes he even spent it at his sister’s beach house. Kat was the only sibling that wasn’t a beta, as an alpha she didn’t always get it from his point of view… but she knew from an alpha point of view and so was more than happy to help her little brother lock himself away every few months.

But now, for the first time, he was really considering going on suppressants. The thought of going through heat in a couple of weeks was hideous, even before the dream he’d had. He’d been an idiot to leave Romania so suddenly, but really - what was he meant to do? It was like the start of some ridiculous romcom, or possibly even a horror movie - accidentally bond with a random stranger. A random stranger who looked at him with adoration and guessed his favourite colour after only a few hours together.

So maybe he overreacted, which was going to be a bit of a problem as he could already feel the weird feeling of emptiness pooling within him. Usually he was a happy kind of guy, took life in his stride. But since landing back in California less than a week ago, he had felt more and more down. And it was only going to get worse. This was why people didn’t bond lightly - they were attached now, forever. And being apart like this, so early in the bond was terrible. He looked it up online and knew he could look forward to more sleepless nights, the shakes, loss of appetite, problems concentrating, fluey symptoms. In some cases, symptoms severe as to require hospitlisation... or worse.

It was no good, wouldn’t make any difference at all the situation, but Grigg really wished he had never stepped into that bar.

*

Nigel punched the man in the face again for good measure. And then once more before letting him drop to the floor.

“Fuck!” Darko near shouted into his ear as he came up behind him. “Hard to get money out of fucking dead people Nigel!”

“He’s not dead.” Nigel stepped back from the slumped figure in the alleyway to the side of Darko’s club, took a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it. He took a long draw on it and let it out before turning to Darko.

“Not yet.” Darko said, eyeing the guy on the floor. “Not for want of trying by the looks of it.”

“He was leaving without paying one of the girl’s her due, you prefer I let him leave?”

“I prefer you get the money-”

Darko was cut off by Nigel tossing him the man’s wallet. “I already considered this.”

He started back into the club and Darko followed a moment later.

“What the fuck has you so wound up? Is it that girl? She playing hard to get?”

“Girl?” Nigel’s thoughts went to the very much not a girl omega he had bonded almost a week earlier.

“The musician, with the cello. The one you wouldn’t fucking stop going on about tracking down.” Darko had stopped walking and was frowning at him.

“Oh.” Was all Nigel could reply as he thought about the beta girl who had ceased to exist in his mind since meeting Grigg Harris. “No, not her.”

“Someone though….” Darko encouraged. “You weren’t around much for a few days, figured you’d found her and took her to bed.” Nigel couldn’t return the grin.

“Ha! If only.” he tried to sound amused but knew his tone was off, and evidently Darko did too.

“Nigel, what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing… I… may need some time off. Do you have any contacts in the States? California?”

“Ana Cardei, you know her - the alpha that used to run the Card Club, she is there - has a place in Los Angeles. Another club… why?”

“I need a break, a change. I need to um… I…” He hadn’t wanted to tell anyone, not even his closest friend. He wasn’t exactly ashamed, he just felt fucking stupid. Not only had he managed to get himself into this ridiculous situation, but he had managed to essentially lose his fucking omega. Now that was something he was embarrassed about. “There’s someone I need to find there… a friend…”

Darko gave him a sidelong look, clearly knowing when Nigel was avoiding telling him something but also knowing enough not to push him. His curiosity was clear though and to avoid any future pestering, Nigel added “An omega I’m interested in.” Darko’s face broke into a grin and he slapped Nigel on the back and started to walk to the club again “About time my friend!”

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And finally, on the verge of the end of the event, we completed our contribution to the @hannibalcreative event #RudeTrip.

We decided for a Hogwarts AU! (And we are so proud of the result!).

Hannibal (Slytherin student), Will (Ravenclaw) , Basilia the basilisk, the little dragon Leonida, Alana (Gryffindor) with her cat and her broomstick are ready for a new, fantastic adventure!

This work is also available as print, t-shirt and other cool things HERE

I really wanted to do something for the @hannibalcreative #RudeTrip challenge even though I had a wedding to go to this weekend, so I am posting these quick sketches despite being a bit late! My roommate @megs-bee came up with this idea of Hanni and Will traveling to famous seaside cliffs for their anniversary over the years. Not sure if it has been done before, but I thought it was cute! 

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☆|| Murder Family Camping Trip ||☆

It’s the last week of summer and the air is starting to cool. The murder fam just packs up Will’s station wagon and goes where the road takes them. Will popping in some cassette tapes of that he just happened to have in the car. Abigail, Hannibal, and Will slowly but surely getting into the music until they’re all craning their necks out the windows obnoxiously singing along, even laughing when Encephalitis pokes his head out and barks while they sing.

Since Will can run on little to no sleep, he enjoys the the night drive so he can peek over at Hannibal and Abigail as they rest, their chests rising and falling in the quietness of the car. Even little Encephalitis is curled up by Abigail’s side dreaming of doggie treats and open fields. Once they reach a place where they can set up camp, Will can’t help but hold back laughter as he sees Hannibal struggle to pitch a tent. And of course Hannibal declines any offer of help because he’s a doctor god dammit, he has a PhD, pitching a tent shouldn’t be this hard. The lines of frustration straining on Hannibal’s brow and he even does that thing where his nose crinkles with cute anger. Finally Hannibal gives up and Will pitches the tent with ease.

Okay so the tent doesn’t go so well, but Hannibal turns into Lumberjack Lecter in like point five seconds, chopping wood like a machine and Will’s all like “Yeah, you chop that wood babe!” and Abigail rolls her eyes at how dorky her dads are. So then there’s a fire going and everyone has their tents up and they’re just sitting on a log cooking up some special humanpork brats Hannibal made for the trip and they’re just chillin’ under the stars. Then they go to bed in their respective tents. Hannibal and Will in one, Encephalitis and Abigail in the other.

So then some Murder Husband Cuddling™ in a tent happens which turns into Murder Husband Fondling™ where Will’s all like “Not here Hannibal, Abigail will hear…” and Abigail calls out from her tent like “Abigail can already hear…and would prefer not to!” *Cue disgruntled cannibal noises*.

But like the next day, the fam goes out to the river and since Will has taught Abigail how to fish, they catch hella fish and Hannibal deems Will and Abigail as the “Master Baiters”.

Story Title: ‘Stolen Car’ 

Fandom: Hannibal Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter (fantasy mention ONLY) 

Rating: R (Swearing, sexual references, male/male sexual situations)

 Summary: A young Will Graham, car booster/thief by trade, takes it upon himself to steal Dr. Hannibal Lecter’s Bently. He only knows the doctor’s reputation as a psychiatrist and nothing more of his life.

Story notes: The inspiration for this short fic came from the song “Stolen Car/Take Me Dancing” by artist Sting.

 It was a late September summer night in Baltimore. The scent of fall and cooler weather already lingering in the air. Will Graham walked the streets in silence, searching for his next target. Any car would do; it was just a joy ride he was after, nothing more. That’s when he spotted it. A lovely, sleek black Bentley Arnage.

‘This must belong to Doctor Hannibal Lecter,’

Will thought to himself.

‘I don’t think he’d notice if it was gone for a few hours..’

He removed a slender piece of wire from the inside of his heavy wool jacket and slipped it between the window and weatherstripping of the car’s drivers side door. It only took a second to pop its lock and climb into the luxurious white leather seat. 

A lingering scent of the Doctor mixed with leather instantly excited Will’s imagination and a low purr of sudden arousal rippled through his body.

“Fuck.." He whispered while hastily hotwiring the car’s ignition; taking off into the night. 

 As he drove, Will pictured himself in Hannibal’s life, being part of his most intimate moments, writhing beneath him; dominated by the doctor. 

 Each passing second and turning of the car’s wheels on pavement brought Will closer and closer to climax, but he held his release back not wanting to leave any trace of himself behind, unsure of how the doctor would react. 

 But in his fantasy, Hannibal commanded Will to do just that. His hips bucked wildly upon release and the warmth of it caused him to groan, whimpering the doctor’s name like a prayer.