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Title: Beautiful
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: This is a 50-ficlet AU series for Will/Hannibal. In this universe, the two of them are deeply in love with each other, though neither knows quite how to bring that love out into the open.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Will Graham was beautiful.

It wasn't just his intense sapphire eyes, his perfect porcelain skin, his sinfully pink, plush lips, or his curly dark hair that Hannibal longed to run his fingers through. No, it was a beauty that came from inside, a beauty that was uniquely Will's.

How many times had he surreptitiously watched that beauty and longed to make Will his? How many longing looks had he thrown Will's way when he was sure that the object of his affection wasn't looking? How much longer could he go on like this?

It was nearly impossible to keep those feelings inside whenever he saw Will.

He wouldn't be able to keep his feelings a secret from Will much longer. At some point, he would have to break down and confess what was in his heart.

He loved Will. He might as well admit it to himself. He was deeply, utterly, madly in love with someone who he couldn't confess his feelings to.

What good would it do to tell Will how he felt? The young man already looked at him as a friend; it might be easy to take that friendship one step further, and then further still. But if Will didn't feel the same way, it was useless to try.

The trick was finding out just how Will felt about him.

That would be more easily said than done, Hannibal thought wryly. It was hard enough to get Will to talk about abstract things in their psychiatric sessions; it would be harder still to get him to confess to having any personal feelings for anyone.

Especially the man who he was talking to at the time, the man who was his unofficial psychiatrist. It was a conflict of interest on both sides, surely.

But somehow, that didn't seem to matter. All that mattered was how badly he wanted Will, how much he wanted to make this young man his own. He wanted to take Will into his arms, into his bed, into his heart. He wanted to love Will forever and a day.

Longer, if he could. For all of eternity, until the end of time.

He wanted to spend all of his life drinking in Will's extraordinary beauty, to never let him out of his sight. Under that horrible scruffy beard he always sported, Will had the face of a Botticelli angel, a face that he wanted to gaze at all the days of his life.

Hannibal had never thought of himself as being a poetic man; he'd never been given to flights of fancy. But there was something about Will Graham that made him want to compose lyrical odes, to pay tribute to the beauty of the man he loved.

Strange how he had never thought himself capable of love until Will Graham had come into his life. And now, it seemed as though love was all around him.

Perhaps he had just never felt that he could fall in love because he had never met the right person. Will was undoubtedly the one for him. They were so much alike; they both had their issues, their dark sides, their secrets that were hidden deep within that darkness.

But there was something about Will that made him want to step into the light.

Enough dark corners. Enough of lurking in the shadows. It was time for him to throw all of that off, and to step into the brightness of a new dawn, a new day in his life. A day where he could say that he was in love for the first time in his life.

He had never thought that day would come -- but then, neither had he thought that he could fall in love. Will had changed so much about his life, changed it for the better.

Love wouldn't be easy. He was more than aware of that. Love had its own traps and pitfalls; for all he knew, it might not even be possible for Will to feel the same. But Hannibal was sure that he did; deep within him, Will had feelings for him. He was positive of that.

Somehow, this beauty would be his. Whatever he had to do to win Will's trust, to win his heart, he would do it, even if it meant giving up some of his secrets, casting them away into the night.

He would bring them together, no matter what that might take.

He didn't know how he would manage that; he didn't know how long it would take. But he did know that somehow, he would be with Will. They were fated; it was their destiny to find and love each other. They were written in the stars.

Will would be his, and they would be happy together. He had to believe that. He had to charm Will, to make him fall in love, to sweep him off his feet.

Then he would be able to look upon Will's beauty every day and night, and thrill to the fact that this beautiful young man belonged to him. Not only his body, but his heart and soul, as well.

No one who loved as he did could possibly be denied love in return.