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Title: Walk Into the Light
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 40, Light
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.


Hannibal took a deep breath, looking at himself in the mirror and straightening his tie yet again. He was going to see Will tonight, and he intended to ask the young man a question that he wasn't sure Will was going to answer in the way he wanted.

He was going to ask Will out on a date.

It had been so long since Hannibal had even considered going on a date with someone that it almost seemed absurd to be contemplating such a thing. But he had decided that he wanted to woo Will with romance, so a date certainly made sense.

He would take Will out to a nice restaurant -- candlelight, flowers, everything that romance could be. And then he would do his best to charm Will into a second date.

What would it be like to go out on a date? He could barely remember what it had been like in the past, to have someone sitting across a table from him, expecting him to entertain them; he couldn't recall what it felt like to want to please another person.

But he wanted to please Will, to charm him, to win his heart.

Just the thought of having Will in his arms at the end of the evening, to be allowed that good-night kiss, made Hannibal's heart beat faster. He could only imagine what it was like to kiss those perfect lips, to feel them opening under his, allowing his tongue entrance ....

He blinked, mentally shaking himself. It was all very well and good to think about those things, but first, he had to do the asking. That wouldn't be easy.

Hannibal couldn't remember the last time someone had seemed like a light in his life, a beacon for him to strive towards. He really didn't think that anyone ever had been that beacon of light for him. Not in the way that Will was.

Will was everything he wanted, everything he needed. Having Will in his life, even as only a friend, made him feel calm and secure; all he had to do was think of the young man, conjure up Will's image in his mind, and he felt happy, content.

It had been far too long since anything had made him happy.

Will was his happiness, his joy, his light. He wanted to walk into that light and leave the darkness behind him, to embrace the happiness that Will brought to him.

When he saw Will tonight, he would act as if everything was normal; there was nothing unusual about him inviting Will over for dinner before their psychiatric sessions. It was something that they had apparently both grown to see as a normal occurrence.

But tonight, he would ask Will if he'd like to go out to a restaurant with him tomorrow night, without trying to make it sound like a date. He would be in an agony of anticipation until he heard Will's answer; he had no idea what the young man would say.

If Will said yes, then he would be able to let the joy that seemed to fill his heart whenever Will was near go leaping free. He would be one step closer to his goal.

The goal of making Will his.

But if Will said no .... Hannibal sighed, shaking his head and frowning. He didn't want to think about that possibility. It was there, of course, but he didn't have to dwell on it. He didn't have to look back towards the darkness; he could be optimistic, and look towards the light.

If Will said no, of course he would be disappointed. But he wouldn't let it destroy him; he would merely be patient and wait until he felt that he could ask again.

He wasn't going to give up. He wanted Will far too badly to do that; somehow, he would make Will realize that they were perfect for each other, that Hannibal loved him, and convince the young man to search his heart to see if he could feel the same way.

Hannibal was confident that Will would come to him, even if it took some time.

This was the most difficult part, he assured himself. The waiting that led up to the asking. Once the asking was done, and he had his answer, then he could relax; he could either fall into the relief of success, or the disappointment of failure.

However, if he failed, that wouldn't last for long. After all, Will was still his patient; he would still see the young man. He still had a myriad of ways to convince Will that they belonged together, that Hannibal was the one for him.

Hannibal ran a hand through his hair, looking anxiously into the mirror. Did he look all right? Would Will notice that there was an air of expectancy about him tonight?

Even if he did, he would discover just why that was while they were having dinner. He would ply Will with wine, with good food -- nothing from his favorite set of freezers this time; he would leave that until he knew that Will was his -- and hope for the best.

This felt like the most important night of his life.

In a way, it was, he told himself as he stepped away from the mirror. This was the first night that he would set out on the path he hoped wold lead into his future -- to make Will realize that he was loved, and to have Will love him back with all of his heart, body and soul.