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Title: Whatever the Future Might Hold
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Holiday Non-Bingo, tv_universe
Prompt: 14, Through the years
Author's Note: Sequel to "A New Era."
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 could feel a subtle change in their relationship.

He didn't know just what it was, but he could sense that something was different. There was some change in the way that Hannibal looked at him.

He could feel that change in the air around him; it almost felt as though some issues had been settled, things that he hadn't even known were in question.

Somehow, everything just felt more .... well, maybe peaceful was the word. Hannibal seemed more composed than he ever had; it was as though he had made some sort of decision, and that it had taken a weight off his shoulders. Whatever it was, Will couldn't begin to imagine.

But if that decision, whatever it might be, had made Hannibal feel better, if it had made their relationship more stable and secure, then Will was all for it.

Would this be what their future would be like? he thought, stealing a glance at his lover across the table. Would they always be this comfortable with each other?

He doubted it. Their relationship would never be an easy one.

But he knew that he could count on being loved, and on having there for him. He had no doubt of the feelings that his lover bore for him. None whatsoever.

Through the years, those feelings would only grow stronger; Will was sure of that. He and Hannibal had the kind of relationship where emotions were given room to develop; they would never burn out. The flame would always spark for them; the intensity would never sputter and die.

He didn't doubt that they would have their moments of anger through the coming years together; they would have times when they would argue, even fight, perhaps physically.

But through it all, through anything that might be thrown at them, anything that their relationship might have to endure, they would always love each other.

Hannibal had proved that love when he had risked his own life to rescue Will from a killer, when he had held Will in his arms and brought him back from the other side with the intensity of that love. He could never doubt that Hannibal loved him, and that he would be safe within that love.

Whatever the future might hold for them, he looked forward to it. As long as that future was spent with Hannibal, Will knew that he would be happy.

He'd thrown his lot in with this man, and he intended to stay here.

Impulsively, he reached across the table to capture Hannibal's hand in his own, twining their fingers together. The other man's head came up, his dark eyes surprised.

Will squeezed Hannibal's hand gently, smiling at his lover. He was sure that Hannibal could read what was in his heart; the two of them didn't need words to understand each other.

His love could be read in the expression on his face, the look in his eyes, the clasp of his fingers on Hannibal's. He didn't need to speak aloud for his boyfriend to know what he was trying to say; they would be able to communicate with just a look, just a single touch.

The look in those dark eyes told him that Hannibal understood his touch, and that he agreed. Whatever the future held for them through the years, he was ready to face it. Together.

Will could almost feel his heart swelling with the love he felt for Hannibal. He didn't need to say the words; he knew how he felt, and he knew that Hannibal felt it, too.

Whatever their future brought, he would love this man to the end.