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Title: Like A Fairy Tale
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,031
Author's Note: Sequel to "Let's Have Some Fun."
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will Graham or Hannibal Lecter, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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It was still hard for Will to believe that he was actually getting married.

Him, a married man. It was still something that seemed like a dream, something that was happening to someone else and not to him. Sometimes he felt that he was living in a dream.

He leaned back in his char, crossing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes, a small smile on his face. Life was good, and it was only going to get better.

How could it not be good? he asked himself. He was in love, and he was going to marry the man he loved and spend the rest of his life with that man. Life didn't get much beter than that. He hadn't expected to have this happiness in his life, but now that he did, he was holding onto it with both hands.

He was sure that Hannibal felt the same way, he told himself with a soft smile. He could see it in the other man's eyes when their gazes met. He could read the love in those dark depths.

He'd never thought that he would find love, had never thought that he was really worthy of being loved. Hannibal had taught him that those thoughts weren't true at all.

He had lived far too long without a secure sense of self-worth.

Will sighed at the thought, shaking his head. His mother had always tried to give him a feeling of worthiness, but his father had been equally insistent on tearing that good feeling to bits.

To his father, he had been a freak, a "weirdo," and he had impressed it upon Will not to let his empathy be known to anyone outside of the three of them.

His ability had been something to be hidden, something to be ashamed of, something that made him "different." And he had been ashamed of it, and of himself, for years. All through his childhood and his teenage years, he'd felt like the freak that his father insisted he was.

Hannibal had changed all that. From the moment they had first met, he'd made Will feel special, made him feel needed and wanted and .... and desired. And loved, as well.

Well, maybe not from the first, Will thought with another smile. At first, he'd been suspicious of Hannibal, not letting himself believe that anyone could actually care for him.

But again, that had been his father's training coming through to shoulder its way in front of him and obscure who he really was. It had taken a long time to shake that off.

He'd let himself live like that for too much of his life; now, he knew that his ability was appreciated, that it was needed, and that he wouldnt be looked down on because of it.

No one had really known about his ability, though he had let it slip out a few times. And when he had, people had backed away from him, not even wanting to be in his vicinity. They were afraid of him, afraid that he could see too closely into their secrets, expose things that they didn't want out in the open.

He'd even felt that way at work, even though he was acknowledged as a valuable member of Jack's team. Still, he knew that everyone tended to keep their distance from him.

People were wary of him, and in a way, he could understand that. After all, it was human nature for people to fear what they didnt understand -- and no one had ever understood him.

With Hannibal, that didn't happen. He was completely accepted for who he was.

Loving Hannibal was almost like falling into a fairy tale, one where he was rescued by the handsome prince who held out a hand to him and took him away to a better life.

Will had to laugh aloud at that thought; he didn't really think of himself as someone who was in need of rescue. But he did want a better life than the loneliness he was used to living with.

Marrying the man he loved was going to give him that life. Just being with Hannibal, knowing that he was loved and accepted, had made his life immeasurably better. But culminating their relationship by getting married was going to take their lives to a whole diferent level, one of pure bliss.

Though maybe it wouldn't always be bliss, Will thought, shaking his head. Maybe they would find little things about each other that they'd be irritated by. Only time would tell.

Still, it was a life that he wanted to lead. A life of waking up next to the man he loved every morning, and falling asleep in those strong arms every night. A life of loving and being loved.

A life that he couldn't wait to start, that was just waiting for him.

He smiled again, opening his eyes and sitting up. He had a class that was starting in less than fifteen minutes, and he couldn't be caught sitting here daydreaming.

He couldn't remember the last time that he'd felt so happy, and he knew that it showed in everything that he said and did. He smiled more; he was obviously happier, and several people, even his students, had remarked on it. It was amazing what being in love could do for a person.

So he might be living in a fairy tale, Will told himself. If he was, then it was one that he was sure would have only the happiest of endings, one that would continue for all of his life.

He could live inside a fairy tale for the rest of his days and be perfectly happy with it.

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