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[insideapollo]

Here's my Holiday Exchange gift for my dear friend Leigh!!! (๑>◡<๑)

Sweet murder husbands on Christmas morning~! ❤️

Merry Christmas @hartfeathers !

[pensulliwen]

A very fashionably late HEU Holiday Exchange gift for @hisvoicebrokemyheart ! Featuring a vulnerable Hannibal, and a Will who is holding all the cards this time at Muskrat Farm.

Good god this took me forever. Still not entirely satisfied, but I am proud of the result!

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

The Boy with The Antlers (Hannigram AU) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Age Difference, Will is seventeen, Psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter, Soul Bond, Sassy Will Graham, Gay Bar, Flirting, Kissing, Family Drama, Homophobia, kicked out of home, soul marks, Will is not a virgin, Naked Male Clothed Male, very expensive and fancy olive oil as lube, Table Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, it's fine to be weird, Christmas, Hints of murder, Happy Ending, HEUswap24.

Will's homophobic dad is convinced gay people can never find their soulmate, but it looks like he's wrong.

HEUswap24 gift for @mycorruptionarc

The Boy with The Antlers (5.4k words):

Will wasn’t entirely surprised when his dad kicked him out the week before Christmas.

It had been a long time coming, and Will wasn’t sure why it had never happened sooner, other than his dad trying to save face with friends and neighbours. After all, Will was already a weird kid, he didn’t want to draw any more attention to it.

There had never been any love lost between them, even before Will became a harlot - as his dad called him. Truth was, yes he’d always been a bit weird, but he’d been a good, studious kid, and that still hadn’t been enough for his dad. He could have been the most successful, well behaved kid in the world and it wouldn’t have been enough. Not from the moment - aged twelve - his dad had called him a fag and Will had agreed.

A bitter old man who had never met his soulmatch, he hated what he saw as Will’s flagrant disrespect for soulmatching. Not only being so strange as to surely be unmatchable, being gay was even worse to a man who believed soulmatches could only be made between men and women.

Finding someone with a matching soul mark in a population this size wasn’t even that common anymore, but there had certainly been cases of instances between same sex couples in there. Not that Will’s father would hear of it. He didn’t belong to that school of thought - he was one of those all in on soulmatches and practically revered couples who had matched. Will just always found it laughable and pathetic how many people there were like his dad and how high a number of them had never matched.

In the five years since he’d come out to his dad, Will had made a point of being who he was, whether his dad liked it or not. From dissecting road kill in the basement to staying out all night in the beds of men who should know better.

If his dad thought he was a lost cause, then why not be just that? He’d go out to bars and clubs with the worst fake ID ever, and would stay out overnight any chance he could just to not have to interact with his dad. Sometimes he stayed with friends, and other times, he found someone’s bed to warm.

Had the night gone as he had planned, Will had to wonder if his dad would have kicked him out. It was hard for him to do so if they managed to avoid each other. But Thursday night - the week before Christmas - things changed. He’d gone out to a bar that he had only been to a few times before - looking for fresh conquests and knowing they didn’t check the ID too closely. He was immediately drawn to the well-dressed man sitting at the bar. He had to be at least twenty years older than Will, with slicked neat hair, an expensive and extravagant suit and, as it turned out, a gloriously enticing European accent.

Will was immediately smitten, as was the man, given that an hour of conversation turned into softly resting a hand on each other’s thighs, flirting and leaning in so close they could almost kiss. The man asked his name but Will was so mesmerised by the closeness of his lips, that he never asked the same in return. The kiss itself was saved for the bathroom, where Will pulled the man in order to break the tension. When it finally happened, the kiss was mind-blowing. It left Will breathless as the man pulled back, but then paused. Under the much brighter lights of the bathroom, it was clear how young Will was, and that brought it all to an end.

Instead of getting fucked by some gorgeous older man, he was fucked over by his dad. Too late to call on friends for a sofa, Will had headed home, where his dad was still up watching TV with a beer in hand. He’d taken one look at Will and called him every slur under the sun before telling him to get out and not come back.

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[hart-feathers]

Do You? (Love Me)

Fandom: King Arthur (2004)

Pairing: Galahad/Tristan (King Arthur 2004)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Arthur Castus/Guinevere/Lancelot (Mentioned) ¦ Vanora (King Arthur 2004) ¦ Other Characters Mentioned ¦ Pining ¦ courting ¦ Gift Giving ¦ Emotional Hurt ¦ emotional tension ¦ Angst and Fluff and Smut ¦ Self-Esteem Issues ¦ Teasing ¦ Flirting ¦ Exhibitionism ¦ Jealousy ¦ Possessive Behavior ¦ Love Confessions ¦ Dirty Talk ¦ Anal Fingering ¦ Wall Sex ¦ Semi-Public Sex

Word Count: 6,724

Summary: Galahad spies Arthur, Guinevere and Lancelot returning from their afternoon ride and smiles, the three have leaves and grass in their hair and their clothes are a little dishevelled leaving no doubt as to what they have been getting up to.

He had watched the awkward and uncharacteristically shy way Lancelot had been courted by Arthur and Guinevere. The usually suave and cheeky man reduced to blushing and fumbling over his words beneath the onslaught of affection, it was endlessly amusing but also incredibly heartwarming to see them come together in the end. The three of them are now ridiculously in love and Galahad is happy for them, honestly he is, but he can't help feeling awfully jealous of their happiness too.

Galahad is at the end of his, usually rather short but in this case quite generous, patience. He glances over to the tree line where Tristan is lounging beneath a tree sharing an apple with Isolde, who is perched on his knee, and sighs to himself.

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My gift for @battlesuit for the 2024 HEU Holiday Exchange!

[silvergoldsea]

Willsly the Dogboy & the Dread Pirate Robertas: A Tragi-Cannibal Comedy

Briarbloom was raised on a small flower-filled estate in the country of Wolventrappe. Her favorite pastimes were petting her dog Applesauce and tormenting the kennel master that worked there. His name was Willsly, but she never called him that. 

Willsly kept the kennels on the estate and made sure Applesauce was a happy, healthy housedog along with the hunting dogs on the property. Briarbloom always called him Dog Boy. 

"Dog Boy, make sure to brush Applesauce until her coat shines," she would say. "And make sure her leashes and collars are all polished."

And despite the fact the leashes and collars were suede and therefore unpolishable, he'd tug his front curl and murmur, "As you wish." It was all he ever said to his crush, his voice warm but rough from lack of use. Mostly he spoke to the dogs in whistles and tssts and belly rubs after a successful hunt.

One day, after Willsly had looked sweatier and sleepier than usual, a concerned Briarbloom visited him in the kennels and called him by his name instead of Dog Boy. He surprised them both by drawing her into a kiss. She realized then that when Willsly said "As you wish," he was really saying "I fancy you."

She pulled away, a look of regret on her face and words of rejection on the lips that had so recently been pressed against his own. "Willsly, I fear this is a mistake. I do not think I would be good for you and I do not think you would be good for me. I must go." And with that, Briarbloom swept out and away to the manse, leaving a bereft Willsly behind to be comforted by his canine charges, doggy tongues licking away the salt from his tears.

He knew he could no longer stay after such a rejection, so he packed his few belongings, fed all of the dogs one last time, and left the farm to seek his fortune.

But Willsly never reached his destination. 

His ship was attacked by the Dread Pirate Robertas, who never left captives alive. When Briarbloom heard the news, she sobbed in her carriage for a whole five minutes, dried her eyes, then drove on to make a politically advantageous match with Princess Margot the same afternoon. 

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[sadfishpile]

murder husbands sighted on a xmas killing spree 🔪🔪

gift for @/aquatard_ on X for the #HEUholidayswap24

[aomiinwonderland]

I joined the #HEUholidayswap24 and wrote a piece on how I see an Aristocats Hannigram AU would happen. It's quite long though so be warned hehe

The collage are the main players in the fic, but six more canon characters make a cameo 😉

Hope yall spot them~

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

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.

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