Okay this is THE last chapter of this fic. I only added this chapter because a sweet anon on tumblr asked for it, so I hope you enjoy it~!

Florence was breathtaking with its rich history of art and architecture. Hannibal had wasted no time in taking Will and Abigail to all of his favorite locations. From the Florence Cathedral to the Uffizi Gallery, Hannibal took them everywhere. It was spectacular.

Will hadn't been sure what would happen if either he or Abigail expressed they wanted to explore on their own, but when Abigail had asked, Hannibal conceded with a smile after handing her a pocket knife. 'Just in case,' Hannibal had claimed. But with Abigail gone on her own exploration, Hannibal took Will on a proper date.

If Will was being honest, the entire time here had felt like one long date, but he was enjoying the experience. So Hannibal took him out to lunch at Pitti Gola E Cantina, where they ate traditional Italian cuisine made with fresh, local ingredients. Their meal was accompanied by a variety of hand selected wine for them to try, and Hannibal even bought a bottle of Merlot that they both found to opulent and velvety. Will tried to hide his noise of distress when he saw the number at the bottom of the bill, but Hannibal waved him off with a smile; rich bastard.

After lunch, Hannibal took him for a walk across the Ponte Vecchio. It was crowded, but Will took his time in marveling over the old bridge. He ran his fingers along the stones and felt Hannibal squeeze his hand. This was nice, just Hannibal and him enjoying each other's company, only having to worry about murders they commit themselves. Which actually hadn't happened yet surprisingly.

"This is nice," Will said, turning his attention to Hannibal.

Hannibal raised his brows and gave him a curious look. "Oh has it now?" he asked.

Will nodded. "It's our first official date, I'm enjoying it immensely."

"Well that's a relief, I had thought my charms had abandoned me."

Will snorted. "I've seen under your person suit, much of your charm is used to beguile others to divert them from your favored hobbies."

Hannibal gave him a mocked hurt look. "Dear Will, how could you say such blasphemous things about me?"

Will laughed and shook his head. "Don't worry, it's meant as a complement, it's a wonderful talent in your line of work."

Hannibal made a noncommittal noise but placed a kiss against Will's temple. Will opened his mouth to mention how Hannibal hadn't participated in his hobby recently when he felt someone collide with his shoulder. Normally he could have passed it off as an accident, but seeing as he was standing so close to the wall, it couldn't be anything else but on purpose.

The man sneered at them. "Che schifo," he muttered.

Hannibal pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. Hannibal let go of his hand and stalked over to the man. "Scusi, che cosa ha detto?" Hannibal asked, a polite smile plastered on his face.

The man looked shocked, but quickly schooled his features. "Niente, Signore."

Hannibal nodded his head good-naturedly. "Se ne avete uno, posso avere il biglietto da visita?" The man looked hesitant but fished his wallet out of his pocket and handed his business card to Hannibal. "Grazie, buona giornata." The man returned the salutation before he continued on his way.

Will gave Hannibal an inquiring look. "I suppose we now have a plan for the rest of our date," Will said, grabbing onto Hannibal's hand as soon as he was close enough.

Hannibal smirked. "If you are willing."

He rolled his eyes. "If I've accepted this side of me, then I might as well revel in it with you."

"Perfetto."

~.~.~.~.~

The wonderful thing about Abigail is that she got along with the dogs, so she was more than willing to take care of them for the night. She said she was going to skype Marissa and talk about the college she'd applied to: the Lorenzo de' Medici Institute. She'd already expressed her excitement in not only learning a new language but having a new identity. Marissa would no doubt try to aim for studying abroad and then just show up at their house. But with the dogs taken care of, Hannibal took him hunting.

"Stefano Moretti, a regular office worker with a peculiar pension for verbal abuse," Hannibal said as they walked along the alleyways.

"So he said something about us?" Will asked. "I guess there are some people who still don't believe in all forms of love even with soulmates."

Hannibal shook his head. "Some people just remain-"

"Rude?" Will asked, with a smile. "Believe me, Hannibal I'm well aware of your distaste for the rude. Far be it from me to hold you back."

"Thank you."

Will leaned against the wall behind him. "So, do you know when he's going to show up?" Hannibal nodded his head as he gathered his materials. "And how do you know this?"

"Will, if there is one thing that's good about this digital age it's that a large percentage of people post on their social media multiple times a day." Will gave Hannibal an imploring look and so Hannibal continued. "People also leave their location on when they post."

"So you know he's going to come around here because…?"

"It's by the diner he mentioned he was going to and he has to pass this alleyway to get home."

He rolled his eyes, he should have known. "That's beyond disturbing, you realize that right?"

Hannibal hummed softly but didn't say anything else. And so they waited. Luckily, they didn't have to wait long as they heard footsteps approaching the mouth of the alleyway. Hannibal's muscles quickly tensed and before Will could even react, Hannibal had rushed out and grabbed the man. With a hand clapped tightly over Stefano's mouth, Hannibal dragged him back in the alley. If Will were an animal, he would have been wooed by the display of raw power Hannibal was emitting, as it was he was impressed.

Stefano, still struggling, whimpered when Hannibal pressed a knife against his throat. "None of that, Signore," Hannibal said, pressing the knife slightly into the man's neck. Stefano halted his struggles and seemed to finally notice who he was being held captive by as his whimpers changed to choked sobs. "William, be a dear and tie his hands for me."

Will quickly did as he was told and stepped back to observe. It was touching, to see Hannibal go to such lengths to try and retain the respect he believed they were entitled.

"Signore Moretti, you have insulted not only myself but my soulmate as well. Now tell me, why is that?" Hannibal asked, keeping his knife in place but taking his hand off Stefano's mouth.

Hannibal must have known he wouldn't have screamed for the man's voice was soft and cracked when he spoke. "I-It is disgusting, the bible says s-so," Stefano whispered, not meeting Hannibal's eyes.

It was Will who picked up on the underlying meaning of what he was saying. "Your soulmate was male," Will said, beginning a prowl around Stefano. "You rejected your soulmate because he was male, and every day you ache for him and yet you refuse to acknowledge the bond because of a few words in a book. And yet in that same book does it not say that you shouldn't eat pork or shellfish as well as not charging interest on loans? If you believe in the first, you must believe in the others which means you've violated at least those two today." Hannibal seemed happy to let Will continue his tirade, and he seemed to be enjoying Will's verbal assault. "Normally, I would ignore this kind of behavior. Everyone is entitled to their own beliefs, but my soulmate here doesn't have the same views." Will paused for a moment, a smirk working its way on his face. "After all, who am I to stop Il Mostro di Firenze?"

The man seemed to recognize Hannibal's moniker as he began to struggle anew, harsh pants leaving his mouth as he was too afraid to scream for help. Hannibal gave the man a disdainful look before turning his attention to Will. "Did you have a vision for this one?" Hannibal asked, pressing the knife in a bit more when Stefano's struggling became too disruptive for his taste.

Will shook his head. "I was trying to think of something art inspired, but I can't think of any at the moment."

"No matter, I have an idea for Signore Moretti here. If he cannot see love when it's in front of him, then I believe he doesn't need them," Hannibal said, moving a hand to grasp at Stefano's neck as he moved his knife toward the man's eyes. "And his heart, that has to go of course, a broken heart is of no use is it, dear Will?" Will made an agreeing noise as he joined Hannibal to kneel over Stefano's body. "Unfortunately, we should probably kill him first to prevent him from attracting other people with his noise."

He chuckled softly. "So that's why you brought that syringe of pancuronium bromide."

Hannibal gave him an amused look. "What else would it have been for?"

Will shook his head and reached for the small bag that Hannibal had left a foot away from them. Quickly pulling out the syringe he listened to Hannibal's clear instructions on what to do. In a matter of moments, Stefano's struggling slowly came to a standstill and Will listened as the pitiful gasps became more and more desperate before they too leveled out to silence.

After that, he watched as Hannibal removed Stefano's eyes, each glazed blue iris was then moved to the man's hands. Then Hannibal handed the knife to Will before wrapping his own hand around Will's. It was intimate, having Hannibal guiding him as he slowly cut out Stefano's heart, the still warm blood spilling over their joined hands. It was Hannibal who removed the heart from Stefano's body, the plastic of his suit preventing any evidence that could be left behind.

Will watched as Hannibal quickly stored the heart in a container before placing it in the bag full of ice that Hannibal had bought specifically for this purpose. It was… gross but Will knew he'd eat the dish anyway, Hannibal's cooking was too good to refuse. Will turned his attention back to Stefano's body and wondered if his soulmate would have cared if he knew Stefano was dead.

"William," Hannibal said, pulling Will's attention from the body, "come here a moment will you?"

Will dutifully stood up and walked over to Hannibal. "What's up?" Will asked, scratching absent mindedly at some of the drying blood on his arm. He really needed to get one of Hannibal's ridiculous plastic suits if he was going to keep doing this.

"We acknowledged our bond over a corpse," Hannibal said, turning his body to face Will. "And it was in that moment that I found perfection. The other half of my soul had returned to me and that extraordinary mind of yours already knew me. I wonder if you and I could ever survive separation…"

"Probably not, I've already tethered myself to you, I doubt I could even begin to unravel my existence from yours if I tried."

Hannibal made a pleased hum before grabbing one of Will's hands from his position on the ground. "What would you say to forever, dear Will?" Hannibal asked, brushing his lips against the knuckles of Will's hands.

"Forever is a dream, as futures change every second," Will started, staring down at Hannibal. "But forever has a nice ring to it, why?" Hannibal smiled softly and moved from his seated position to kneel on one knee. Will felt his breath hitch as his eyes grew wide. "Hannibal?"

"My dearest William, it is unfortunate that I have done this all out of order, but circumstances happened and I wasn't able to court you in the fashion that you so deserve. However, I believe that we are ready for this next step. We are already bound to each other by the simple pull that is a fellow beast to another. Would you do the honor of marrying me, Will?"

Will stood there blinking rapidly at Hannibal. He was having trouble processing the situation but felt a lightness in his chest. With a breathless laugh, Will nodded his head. "Of course I will, Hannibal," Will whispered.

Hannibal's soft smile spread into a full blown grin that looked slightly comical on his face. "You'll have to excuse the lack of a ring at this time, I did not bring it with me, but I felt like it was the right time to ask you."

Will returned the grin. "How long have you been planning on asking me?"

"Since the day our eyes met."

And I'll let you all decided what happens in the future :)

Thank you so much for reading and if you have any prompts you want me to write send them to me at cakelanguage on tumblr.

Translations:
Che schifo: How disgusting
Scusi, che cosa ha detto?: Excuse me, what did you say?
Niente, Signore: Nothing, sir
Se ne avete uno, posso avere il biglietto da visita: If you have one, may I have your business card?
Grazie, buona giornata: Thank you, have a good day
Perfetto: Perfect