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Title: The Best Day Ever
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 50ficlets
Prompt: 21, Perfect
Author's Note: Sequel to "Tranquil."
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.


Planning a wedding definitely wasn't going to be easy.

Will grimaced as he looked down at the sheet of blank paper in front of him. He had thought that it would be a good idea to write down what they would need for the reception.

He had been so sure that he would fill pages with good ideas for their wedding and the reception to follow, that he would be able to throw himself into the planning.

But so far, he hadn't managed to think of a thing. He'd been to a few weddings, but he couldn't remember a thing that he'd seen at the receptions. He couldn't really remember much about the weddings, either. They all seemed like a blur to him; nothing really stood out.

Why couldn't he remember anything? Will looked down at the paper in frustration, clutching the pen tightly in his hand. This wasn't how he wanted things to go.

He wanted everything about their wedding to go smoothly. He wanted the wedding, and the reception after it, to be a perfect dream day for both of them.

If he kept this up, it might not even happen.

Will closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. Of course their wedding would happen. He was being ridiculous. Hannibal would take over the planning.

His fiancÚ was much better at making plans than he was. He really should let Hannibal handle everything; he was no good at this kind of organizing.

But that wouldn't be fair to Hannibal, he told himself firmly. He shouldn't dump all of the plans on the other man; it was his wedding too, after all, and he should be involved in every aspect of the plans, just as Hannibal was. His boyfriend would be disappointed if he backed away from it all.

He couldn't let himself do that. This was their wedding, and they should both be involved in it every step of the way, even if he found the planning stage daunting.

Hannibal would need help planning this wedding. His fiancÚ was a busy man; he couldn't be expected to put it all together on his own.

Of course, he had his own work, and Hannibal's mind was much more suited to planning an event like this than his was. He knew that his lover enjoyed putting together dinner parties; a wedding was a much bigger event, but the scope of it was something that would intrigue Hannibal.

Still, he wasn't going to let himself sit back on the sidelines and simply watch. They both had to take part in this; it was a joint effort.

If he wanted their wedding to be perfect, then he had to play a part in it other than just walking down the aisle and saying "I do." He had to add his voice to the planning.

Even if he had no earthly idea what he was doing.

So much could go wrong with a wedding and reception, Will thought, wincing. And his tendency to be antisocial wasn't going to help matters much.

But this was his wedding. His friends would be there, people who wished him and Hannibal well and wanted to see them happy. He didn't need to hide from them.

He would just have to make an effort to be social. It shouldn't be hard, at least not on that particular day. He would share that day with his friends and colleagues, let the happiness that he shared with Hannibal spread to them. It would be a good day for everyone involved.

It didn't matter that a part of him felt that a wedding should be private, for the two people who were pledging themselves to each other. That wouldn't really seem right.

He knew that Hannibal was proud of him, and wanted to share their joy with his circle of friends. He was willing to do that for his lover. He could be social at their wedding.

He wanted the day to be perfect for Hannibal, too.

This wedding would be perfect for both of them, he told himself firmly. They would both participate in planning it, and it would be just as they both wanted.

They might each have to compromise a little, but that was what relationships were all about, wasn't it? Compromising to make the person you loved happy.

He would defer to Hannibal on any decisions that they disagreed on. After all, his fiancÚ knew more about things like this than he did; Hannibal was used to planning events for a large number of people. And he wouldn't do anything that he knew Will wouldn't be comfortable with.

Maybe he should ask Hannibal to talk with him about what he wanted for the reception, Will told himself, smiling at the thought. Hannibal would put him on the right track.

Why hadn't he thought of that before? Talking with his lover about what they both wanted would bring his ideas to the forefront. That would obviously be the best thing to do.

He got to his feet, glad that he'd made that decision.

Their wedding day would be perfect for both of them because they were marrying each other, he told himself. That was really the only thing that mattered.

Picking up the blank sheet of paper, he left the room that he was using for his home office to make his way downstairs to Hannibal's office, a smile on his face.

The wedding would be perfect. They'd work to make it the best day ever.

As for himself, he was marrying the man he loved. That would make every day of his life perfect.