Title: Filled With Light
Author: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandoms: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Table: 9, 50ficlets
Prompt: 40, Light
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will Graham or Sherlock Holmes, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Sherlock glanced at the stairway that led upstairs to Will's bedroom, wondering when the other man was going to come back down to the living room.

He wasn't going to rush Will, of course. There was no reason to. He had to give the younger man time to get his things unpacked and settled in. But there were so many things he wanted to ask Will, so much that he wanted to show him.

He wanted to get all of Will's first impressions.

Not only about the flat itself, but about the city. Of course, he wouldn't be able to do that until they'd gone out and done a bit of exploring, Sherlock thought with a soft laugh. He hadn't really given Will time to do much of anything quite yet.

He just wanted to know that Will thought well of the flat, at the moment. He wanted to know that Will felt he had made the right choice by coming here.

He'd already brought so much light and hope into the place; Sherlock could feel that just by looking around him. Somehow, the flat looked different with Will here, even if he wasn't actually in the room at the moment. It just felt more .... well, alive.

He didn't know why, but everything around him seemed filled with light and joy and hope since Will had first entered the flat with him.

All it took was the presence of someone he loved to make this place feel more like a home than it ever had. Oh, it had been pleasant enough to live in by himself, and then when he'd briefly had a flatmate. But now, it was a different atmosphere entirely.

Love seemed to make everything around him look sparkling and fresh.

There was undeniably more happiness in the air, a feeling that anything could happen, that life was looking up and surprises were just around the corner.

He'd never felt like this before, not at any point in his life. Nothing and no one had ever made him feel that there was so much opportunity, and so much happiness crowding into his life. He could almost feel that happiness surrounding him.

How could it be possible for one person to make him feel this way?

Did Will feel the same way? Sherlock couldn't help asking himself that question, and hoping that the answer was a resounding yes.

He wanted Will to feel this bright wash of light and joy, this feeling of anticipation and optimism. He wanted Will to be as happy with this arrangement as he himself was.

He would ask Will how he felt about it, Sherlock promised himself. Later.

At the moment, he simply wanted to revel in the fact that Will was here, and that they were together. He'd managed to get Will safely away from that toxic environment he had been trapped in for far too long, away from that hideous Lecter monster.

Will was his now. His to love and protect. His responsibility, his partner. They had sealed that deal before they had even left Wolf Trap.

And they would only grow closer. Sherlock was sure of that.

What he and Will shared was only going to grow and develop. He couldn't imagine anything coming between the two of them; Lecter might have tried if they had stayed in Wolf Trap, but they weren't there any longer. They were on Sherlock's turf now.

The light in their lives would wrap around them, keeping them safe and protected. Sherlock wasn't going to let anything threaten that light and the happiness it brought.

He'd never been this happy in his life. Even the brief euphoria that drugs had brought him at one time could never compare to the happiness he felt now, the happiness that came with having someone he loved in his life. This was the perfect high.

The kind of light that Will brought to his life could never be duplicated. He wanted to hold this light close to his heart forever, to treasure it always.

He had never known before that he was missing this light in his life, because he'd never had it. Even when he'd felt that he had friends, which were few and far between, he'd never felt like this, never felt truly and completely loved and wanted.

Now, he did. And he never wanted that feeling to end.

As long as he was with Will, he knew that it wouldn't. And he intended to be with Will for the rest of his life. Sherlock couldn't see the two of them ever being torn apart -- and he certainly couldn't see himself ever not loving Will. Once he loved, it was forever.

He looked up at the ceiling, wondering when Will would come back downstairs. He needed to bask in more of that light, and he would welcome it with open arms.