AN: These are all mine. I wrote all of these. Most are from prompts people have been kind enough to leave in my ask on tumblr. I'm just putting these here too so it's easier to go through.

yumikire asked you: Here to leave you a prompt if that's ok. If not then just delete this I guess lol. Ummm either will sleepwalking to hannibal's office or even just falling asleep on the couch during a session, seeing as how he hasn't been getting much good sleep lately.

He had stopped talking several minutes ago. Now, Hannibal leaned forward with his elbows resting on his lap as he watched Will nodding in exhaustion. The profiler's eyelids were fluttering, struggling to keep open even as his mind sank into a half sleep.

Hannibal exhaled slowly, a fond smile turning up the corner of his mouth. "Will," he called loudly and the profiler's head snapped up. He fixed bloodshot eyes on the doctor's lips.

"Sorry," Will murmured as he removed his glasses and rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands. "I can't seem to get any sleep lately, especially after our angel maker."

"You see him in your dreams?"

Will shook his head. "The concept of dying in our sleep…his fears became mine for a time. It rattled me I guess."

"The things you see and these nightmares you have, it's only natural you should be afraid to sleep." Hannibal left the seat used during client visits and went to sit behind his desk. "This man, Budish, made angels to watch him while he slept. Who watches over you?"

"I'm no Budish," Will replied with a hint of disdain. He knew that by placing himself in the mind of killers he could lose himself to a point. But at his core, he was Will Graham, a man with imagination great enough to embrace murder.

"Of course not, but isn't it true that human beings sleep easier in the presence of someone they trust? Do you trust me, Will?"

The profiler narrowed his eyes. "You want me to sleep here? What about your other patients?"

"Fortunately, you are my last for the day. Such is benefit of having a private practice." Hannibal pulled out a handful of folders. "This way, you can get the sleep your body desperately craves and I can finish my notes. Take as long as you need."

Will pinched the bridge of his nose. His eyes were burning, screaming for sleep. So he nodded once and laid stiffly on the couch as he tried to calm his racing mind. But as Chopin's Prelude in E Minorplayed softly in the background and was accompanied by the rhythmic scratching of Hannibal's pen, the tension bled from his shoulders and he sank into a much needed slumber.