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Title: The Happiest Man in the World
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 50ficlets
Prompt: 3, Engagement
Author's Note: Sequel to "The Perfect Storybook Beginning."
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 smiled as he leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching Hannibal make breakfast.

He could still remember everything about the day that Hannibal had proposed to him, right here in this kitchen. It hadn't felt planned, rehearsed. It had been spontaneous.

The words had come from Hannibal's heart and soul. He had known that; he'd seen his lover's heart in his eyes, known that Hannibal meant every word he'd said.

if he closed his eyes now, he would be taken back to that day, to those words, to the tone of Hannibal's voice as he'd knelt in front of him, taken his hand, and poured out all the love that was in his heart. He could still hear every word; they were all etched on his heart for eternity.

Every word that had been spoken, every glance that they'd exchanged, was something he'd always remember. That day had been a wonderful, shining moment for him.

He drifted off into the memories, a smile on his lips, his eyes closed, his mind going back to what had, thus far, been the happiest day of his life.

Two weeks ago ....

Hannibal was looking at him across the table with such a strange look on his face that Will wondered if something was wrong; his lover looked almost .... well, afraid.

"Hannibal, is something wrong?" he asked, concerned. He wanted to know why Hannibal looked so cautious, as though he had something that he wanted to say, but didn't know quite how to say it. "Is there anything I can do?" He felt lost at sea, bewildered, not knowing if he'd done something wrong.

if he had upset his boyfriend in some way, then he wanted Hannibal to tell him what he'd done, so he could fix it. He needed the reassurance that they were all right.

"No, Will, nothing is wrong," Hannibal said, his voice very soft. He got to his feet, coming around the table to where Will sat, then kneeling in front of him.

Will was more bewildered than ever. What was Hannibal doing? Why was he kneeling there at his feet? When his mind connected the other man's posture with what Hannibal might be trying to tell him, Will's blue eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open in a soft gasp.

Hannibal took both of Will's hands in his, looking up at the young man, his dark eyes shining with what Will was sure was the light of love.

He'd never seen Hannibal look like this; so earnest, so .... open.

"Will, I love you," Hannibal said softly, squeezing Will's hands gently in his own. "I have wanted to ask you this question for a while now. I feel that it is finally the right time."

Will held his breath, his eyes wide, his heart pounding in his chest. He was sure that he knew what Hannibal was going to ask him, but he had to wait for the words.

"Ever since I first met you, I have wanted you to be mine, Will," Hannibal continued, his voice very soft in the quiet of the room. "I want us to twine our lives together, so spend eternity with each other. William Kyle Graham, will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?"

Will's breath came out in a rush; he had expected these words, but hearing them almost made him feel faint. Hannibal had actually proposed to him.

There was only one answer that he could give, of course. The answer that was on his lips, and in his heart. The answer that Hannibal wanted to hear.

"Yes," he whispered, tears pricking behind his eyes.

There was no other word that he could say, no other word that he wanted to say. This was all that he had ever wanted; he'd never been happier than he was at this moment.

"Yes," he said again, his voice stronger this time, the happiness that he felt coming through in that one syllable. "Yes, Hannibal, of course I'll marry you. I love you, too."

Hannibal had gotten to his feet, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small velvet box. Will had gasped when he had opened it to reveal the diamond-studded platinum band, taking the ring out and slipping it onto Will's finger. It had, of course, fit perfectly -- Hannibal knew his ring size.

When Hannibal had pulled him into those strong arms for a searing, passionate kiss, Will had gladly acquiesced, his heart and soul singing with joy.

He was going to marry the man he loved. They were engaged. They were going to spend the rest of their lives together, and they were going to have a long and happy future.

He could hardly wait for that future to arrive.

Hannibal turned around from the stove and smiled at him, bringing Will's attention back to the present. He held a large plate of pancakes aloft, gesturing for Will to sit down.

"Sit down and have breakfast, Will," his fiancÚ told him, a smile on his face. "We have pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs. And there is both coffee and orange juice. Breakfast is an important meal, and I think that you should make the most of it before you rush off to work."

As he sat down at the table, Will couldn't help but smile. He was the happiest man in the world at the moment, and he didn't think that anything could happen to make that happiness disappear.

If being engaged could make him this happy, then he couldn't wait to be married.