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Title: Sugarcoated World
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 03, Snow
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.


Snow began falling on the drive to Hannibal's house; it didn't deter Will in the slightest. Even though he'd grown up in Louisiana and hadn't been used to driving in the snow until he'd moved to Wolf Trap, he had no problems with navigating through it.

Of course, if he'd waited for much longer to leave his house, he might not have been able to make it to Hannibal's tonight. And that would have been a disaster.

If that had happened, then he would have had to endure some sort of punishment for not being there tonight. And Hannibal's punishments were never easy to handle; Will had found that out once, and he didn't want to offend again if he could possibly avoid it.

That was more trouble than it was worth.

Will suppressed a shiver at the thought; he hated seeing his lover angry. Hannibal never sugarcoated that anger; he let it out in its full force. Will had only been the brunt of that anger once, and he'd spent the next two days in pain after Hannibal's anger had subsided.

He had been surprised that the whip hadn't left more permanent marks on his body, but he was lucky in that respect. The lashes had faded after a couple of weeks, but the memory of the pain they'd inflicted was still there. He didn't want to feel that kind of pain again.

Still, if Hannibal wanted it to happen, then he would grit his teeth and bear the pain, if it pleased the other man. Anything Hannibal wanted, he would do -- well, within reason. There were some points where he would have to draw a line, and hope that Hannibal would agree not to cross it.

Hannibal never sugarcoated anything, Will thought with a slight smile. He was demanding and sometimes harsh, but Will had known from the beginning that gentleness wouldn't be his lover's style. He had walked into this world with his eyes wide open.

The world he shared with Hannibal wasn't like the snow-covered, sugarcoated world around him now.

When he crossed over the threshold of Hannibal's home, this sugarcoated world would fall away, replaced by a world that most people wouldn't be able to understand, a world that Will reveled in. A world that he needed to center himself, to hold on to his identity.

He knew who he was in that world -- when he felt increasingly isolated from the reality that he faced every day in his work, and his dealings with other people.

He couldn't wait to get back to that world, the world where he had his place and knew just what it was. It was so different from the sugarcoated world that surrounded him now, Will thought, pressing down on the gas pedal. It was the only world he belonged in -- the only place he wanted to be.