I had a dream last night that gave me this prompt. Will is sleeping at Hannibal's house on the couch for some reason like having the comfort of Hannibal there while he sleeps. He has his nightmares and night sweats and goes into hannibal's room to wake him up. he touches his hand and Hannibal grabs it, half asleep, and pulls will into the bed and just wraps him in a strong, warm hug that makes will feel better and fall back asleep. just some fluff.
I envy you and your dreams
~JM
He dreams mostly in smells and colors; deep reds and a metallic scent of blood. Will dreams in a cold sweat of Alana Bloom and Jack Crawford, but more frighteningly of Hannibal.
He sees the good doctor encased in a black body bag that is quickly filling with his blood. But he's not dead. Hannibal's mouth moves with silent words as blood trickles from between his lips, down his nose, from his ears. An extra smile is carved on the doctor's throat.
Will sits up with his chest heaving as he sucks in large draughts of air. He's frightened even more by the unfamiliarity of his surroundings. Even in the dark, it all feels wrong. The sheets are too soft, the air too clean. But then he remembers Hannibal let him take the guest room, both of them reluctant for Will to leave.
But the dream of Hannibal was so vivid and so stuck in his mind, it made Will's heart beat with painful apprehension and set in an unrelenting need to see the doctor. Maybe just a glimpse to make sure he was alright could help Will sleep better.
Will pads down the hall on bare feet and his cheeks flush because he feels like a child again, creeping down the hall toward his father's room.
But Hannibal's door is open and Will just stands in the doorway counting the seconds as he waits for Hannibal to move. He just wants movement as proof of life. It's agonizing, this waiting. Will silently moves forward and reaches out. He doesn't even manage to make contact before Hannibal's hand grabs his.
Will jumps, his face hot as Hannibal turns.
"I-" the profiler began, his voice is cracking on that one syllable.
He wants to explain, tell Hannibal that he's just there to make sure he was alright. But Hannibal's arms are reaching out to envelop him. Though Will is nearly drenched with sweat, Hannibal pulls him onto the bed and holds him close. Will grabs hold of the doctor's shirt and buries his nose in the crook of the other's neck, breathing in a scent that's vaguely similar to the smell on the air after a lightning strike. Will breaths it in almost reverently until he falls into a dreamless sleep.
