#I want the AU where Hannibal just proposes to Will that morning in the motel room #and for some reason Will says ‘yes’ (via @granpappy-winchester)
Will took another bite of the eggs and sausage. “It’s good. Thanks.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” Hannibal let his fork rest against the edge of his bowl. “Will … I have a question for you.”
“What would you say if I asked you to marry me?”
Will looked up, startled, and found himself staring into Hannibal’s eyes. He looked down at his eggs again. He wanted to believe it was an unkind joke, but it wasn’t. Hannibal wasn’t the type, and he looked too sincere for comfort. “I’d say you were nuts. And maybe drunk.”
“I am sober. Do I seem like a madman? You are uniquely qualified to judge.”
“You seemed sane enough until thirty seconds ago.”
Hannibal gave him a very faint smile. “You haven’t answered my question.”
“You haven’t actually asked it.”
“A fair point. Perhaps I should say that I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I met you, but I’m afraid that’s not true. The only other great attachment I felt came on me just as suddenly, and I was foolish enough to lose her. That was thirty years ago, and I’m not disposed to repeat the mistake. Would you marry me, Will?”
Will stared at him. “You can’t — this is crazy.”
“Perhaps. If your’e concerned about our financial arrangements, I’m happy to sign any prenuptial agreement you like.”
“Right. I’m worried about the money. That’s the issue here.”
“You can’t—“ You can’t do this. This is not what people do. But Will didn’t do what people did either. He took a gulp of the coffee Hannibal had brought. Like the eggs, it was excellent.
Hannibal rested his chin on his hand. His gaze was warm and just a little amused. “I would cook for you, of course. If that weighs more heavily with you than money.”
For a split second, Will let himself think about it: waking up to the smell of cooking, to someone else in the house, to someone waiting for him when he came home. It hurt more than he’d expected. “I’m not gay,” he said.
“We need not have sex. Although I would ask you to be faithful to me. As I would be to you.”
Will was staring at him again, helplessly, feeling abruptly cracked open. “I have seven dogs.”
Hannibal blinked once. “Unexpected. It would be impractical where I live now, but we can find another place. Or I can move in with you if you prefer.”
“I live in the middle of nowhere. My bed’s in my living room. There’s dog hair—“ He stopped. He was making excuses, not saying no. Trying to explain why Hannibal didn’t want him.
Hannibal sat across from him, patient, waiting.
“You’re serious,” Will said.
“I am.” Hannibal reached across the table and covered Will’s hand with his own.
Will’s heart thumped hard in his chest. “All right. Yes.”
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