#midnights of the drowsy owl

[ace-song]

Introduction - Midnights of the Drowsy Owl

Interactive Fiction - Midnights of the Drowsy Owl

Demo (TBD)

Description

When the city life takes everything from you, you leave for a house you inherited from your late grandparents, in a town far away from the troubles of life: Caersolvita.

While strolling through the little town of Caersolvita after job hunting during the odd hours of nights, the old clock in the quaint settlement strikes 12 midnight, and a building down the dirt road illuminates the twilight.

Beads of light fall like stardust through the coffee-scented building. No one knows about it, and even if they did, they cannot find it. When midnight strikes, it all changes. Down the bricked pathway of the town, life clicks into light, and the twinkles of windchimes carry a bitter fragrance.

A “Looking to Hire!” board stands neatly by the doormat of the slightly tarnished place. With little hope of finding a job anytime soon, you enter the cafe. When offered a trainee position of a barista, you leave for home, unknowing of the wonders that await you when the dead hours of night come about.

Features

Choose your gender: female, male, non-binary

Work at a quaint café in a rural town, shrouded in mystery and solitude.

Unravel the secrets of the midnight café.

Romance one of the four ROs and explore a fresh adventure with one of the three personalities chosen.

Deal with some snappy customers or different oddities.

Find out the history of Caersolvita through each route.

Enjoy the life of quietude and comfort, away from the worries of life.

Personalities: Loveable airhead, Taciturn fool, Sarcastic charmer

Romances

Thana (f/m)

Beautiful and dignified, Thana is the peculiar owner of the Drowsy Owl. Behind the mysterious red eyes and snowy pale skin, discipline of the body and grace follows each tilt of the wrist, where the whiffs of coffee beans stream along the cafe.

Admired by everyone in Caersolivita for sublime service, coupled by sweet words, Thana is the go to barista if someone is in need for comfort or dark humor. Although the sorry state of the cafe, it is the first choice for everyone.

With every smile given to Thana, two more are returned, and each heart that is offered, the more Thana guards the heart. Somehow, though, the trainee barista has a way with their words.

Ylfa (f)

Unhinged. There is no other word that fits the young wolf-like Ylfa. A sherpherdess along the hillside of Caersolvita, she meets each situation with the flash of her canines and a huff. With a beige bonnet, laced around the edges, she fancies the lolita fashion, enjoying lavish dresses, contrary to her rambunctious voice.

In the dead of night, a voice like a siren vying for love sings from northern cliff at the very edge of the town. From the ruffled hair and perky ears of the gilded in moonlight, the sound willows past till dawnbreak.

Despite the tough and rowdy personality, Ylfa holds her hands close to her chest, sometimes shooting glances towards the trainee barista from the day they met eyes.

Idris (m)

Personal trainer by day, guardsman by night. Idris is often described as "too blunt for his own good." Towering over everyone in town, he is regarded as a dark warrior, a signature black hood hanging over his defined face. Polite and well-spoken, his sharp tongue still manages to overshadow such traits.

By the bridge that connects the mainland to the hook-shaped cliffside town, Idris guards the safety of the people. Always seen next to the old watchtower, most hear grunts from the place, running away in fear.

When he bumped his head against the door of Drowsy Owl, he meets gaze with the trainee barista, and color rose-pink erupts from the steely brown eyes.

Shaylah (nb)

Always smelling like honey and floral concoctions, Shaylah is a local apocthecary who resides near the very edge of the cliff. Catching eyes everywhere they go, their sterling red hair shines like the sun under light. Always seen walking around town with a sunhat the size of an umbrella, Shaylah's ethereal voice wrecks the minds of people when their brash and uncouth words begin to lash out.

Spending the afternoon and night cooped up in their house, they take the blue flowers on the cliff, grinding them and creating concoctions. No one outside of the town know what it truly is, and only Shaylah's family know of it.

After spending a full day in their shop, taking rest at midnight by Drowsy Owl is usually what happens, accompanied by a cup of hibiscus tea. But now, where the bright eyes of the trainee barista caught them off guard, they never forgot.

#motdo #midnightsofthedrowsyowl #motdo introduction #if wip #twine #interactive novel #interactive fiction #interactive story #romance #sweet romance #romantic #shaylah #idris #ylfa #thana #midnights of the drowsy owl

[iamthecomet]

i feel like rain is a midnight baker

sometimes he just can't get his mind to quiet down enough to sleep, and maybe at first it was just because he felt snacky in the middle of the night and thought fresh baked chocolate chip cookies would do the trick

but honestly, just the simple ritual of getting all the ingredients out and following the recipe and creating something gets him finally in the headspace to rest

the other ghouls know to check the cookie jar in the morning and let rain sleep in if it's freshly stocked

and perhaps sometimes he just leaves a bowl of brownie batter or cookie dough in the fridge, having gone to bed before he baked it, knowing to take the wave of tiredness when the opportunity strikes

sometimes rain doesn't make it back to his room, just conks out on a common room sofa because he doesn't trust that the drowsy feeling won't flit out of his grasp if he walks all the way back, and those mornings, whichever ghoul happens upon him either gently carries him to his bed or curls up on the couch with him, happy to have a little pre breakfast nap. rain loves it most when he wakes up under a cuddle pile

sometimes he has company for his late night baking, someone to feed batter to and make quiet banter with, other night owls who were tired of tossing and turning to no avail

often it's cumulus or swiss joining him, sometimes aurora, and on occasion rain's up late enough for one of the early risers to wake up and find him leaning against the counter and watching the oven.

but often times, it's just rain alone, working diligently in the dim kitchen light and waiting for his brain to quiet enough to go to sleep

-🐌

You are SO RIGHT.

I think Rain and Aether both have trouble sleeping. Aether takes care of his by taking night shifts at the infirmary. But Rain? I think Rain plays video games late into the night, and yeah, you're right, he bakes. It's methodical. He's good at it. Doesn't have to think too much. Sometimes he just gets dough ready. Dew will wake up to Scone dough, already cut and ready to go into the oven. Other times, the cookie jar is full to bursting. Or there are muffins, still in their tins, still in the oven. Just a little residual warmth left. I think he's just as happy to bake alone as with company. He likes the silence of it. The way he can move around the kitchen with ease, without having to dodge another body. How he can just let sleepiness fill his limbs until he can't take it anymore.

He's responsible though. Even exhausted he always remembers to turn off the oven. Always wipes down the counters and puts dishes in the dishwasher.

Sometimes Dew wakes up to find Rain sitting at the table waiting for a timer to go off. Those are the mornings when Dew will take the kitchen timer from Rain's hand and lead him over the couch. He'll tell him he can take it from here, covering Rain up with a blanket and kissing him between his horns. Rain is always fast asleep before Dew has even straightened back up.

#comet comments #🐌 anon #slice of life ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #raindrop

[lovebillyhargrove]

Harringrove seasons AU

***

August is running out. It is the time when nights have already started getting perceptibly colder, but days are still so heartbreakingly warm, you don't wanna let go.

Like Steve, who doesn't want to let go of Billy.

Or Billy, who wants to hold on to Steve.

Who desperately wishes to add just a couple of more days to August. Make it thirty-three. Or thirty-five.

At least.

***

One evening Steve sets off to look for Billy, because he hasn't seen him in the last three days. When he asks the magpies if they know where the summer is, they tell him he's wandering around the woods with a big basket searching for something and talking to himself like a madman.

"The summer's gone cuckoo!" - they burst out into chatter and laughter, but Steve isn't up for having fun.

Only close to midnight does he finally find Billy.

The warm simmering light and the sweet smell of burning pine wood have led him on the right path.

Steve sees Billy in the thick of the forest, on a small clearing, surrounded by tall mighty oak trees, so tall that their tops get lost in the dark starry sky above. Stars in August are witchy, it is common knowledge. They are so distant, so sparkly and cold, and they are watching you.

August stars are enchanted just like everything else around. The night is cool and damp, and there is dense fog laying heavy in milky swirls above and around the swamp nearby. Under every leaf there lives a mystery, a story, a creature. Behind one single cloud hides the silver moon, waiting to flood all with its crisp eerie shine.

The stars are twinkling bright, so magically bright, and the chilly, hocus scented air fills the head of a midnight wanderer with clarity and vigor, and anticipation of a miracle.

Steve is trying to be as quiet as possible, not to disturb.

Everything around is immersed in sleepy calm, and only the frogs' drowsy ribbit-ribbitting and distant hooting of a night bird fill the deep silence. The usual night orchestra.

As he is making his way towards Billy, there's a falling star, shooting right above the clearing, and Steve makes a wish - to always find summer.

Billy is busy.

Steve sees a big fire, sparks flying up towards the invisible tree crowns, and Billy's focused face lightened by the glow.

He is constantly stirring something gurgling and boiling in a huge cauldron, muttering under his breath

"Seven red fly agarics, nine orange ones .. three yellow .. thirteen russules, each a different colour .. eight orange chanterelle mushrooms of different sizes .."

With one hand he stirs whatever is brewing in the cauldron, and in the other he holds a thread with dry and semi-dry mushrooms strung on it. From time to time, he stops stirring and plucks the mushrooms from the thread, counting.

"Eleven brown hay mushrooms, one birch chaga, the size of a palm .. where the hell is this chaga .. ??" - he stops stirring and pokes around in the basket standing nearby. - "Alright. Found it. Come here, don't fight it .. seventeen honey fungi .. three aspen mushrooms .. ugh, you are such beauties .. All of you."

Billy looks like a witch. Too bad he's not wearing a spiked black hat and a black cloak

Stirring, mixing that magic

"Wait a second, did I put twelve ink mushrooms .. ? Yes, yes, I did. Ten violet webcaps .. and one whole circle of fairy-ring mushrooms."

"Oh, I forgot you buddy .. one grey spotted amantia, here you go .."

"Okay now for the more serious stuff."

Billy grunts and goes digging in the basket again.

"One satan's bolete .. A set of devil's fingers .. spooky .. And, finally, one pale grebe."

Steve steps out into the clearing

"Oh, do you mean a death angel?"

Billy stops mixing whatever there is in the cauldron and looks up.

"You startled me, pretty boy. And yes, it's the same one, different names."

Steve is still watching Billy in bewilderment

"What on earth are you doing?"

"I'm making a potion. Can't you see?" He answers seriously.

"A potion?" Steve is amused.

"An old owl told me. Who lives in the hollow of a hundred-year-old elm tree, down by the river."

"What is the potion for?"

"For .. making it last a little longer. Stalling the time. See, I don't want to go yet. I want to stay, just a bit more .. It's going to give me the power to do that."

"Oh. But .. Billy, this old owl is so old, she has dementia. I wouldn't trust her on anything she says."

"Well, I've got no other choice."

Steve is amused but he also knows that he has to soothe Billy's unnecessary wilful wanting, once again.

"When will it be ready?"

"In the morning. I should drink it when the first sun ray breaks the sky."

Steve sits near the fire and Billy joins him after some time. The fire is getting duller, the potion stops gurgling and is beginning to settle.

Billy is the first to slide into sleep near the dying flames, and Steve is gazing at the bright live coals, listening to night sounds and Billy's even breath, until his own eyelids become heavy and eventually fall.

In the morning, Steve is woken up by Billy's upset voice:

"No, no! I'm two hours late! .. The sun is already high in the sky."

He is pacing around the grey ashes, looking at the sky and fiddling with his necklace

"No, oh no ..! That's all your fault, autumn. I always sleep longer when I'm with you. I can't drink it now. Do you know how long I've searched for these?? How many woods I have wandered through?"

In a swift fit of anger Billy kicks the cauldron. It falls and tips over. Steve's still on the ground, watching the thick substance pour out of it on a patch of green moss.

"I am sorry, Billy, truly. But .. I am of the opinion that you shouldn't have drunk it anyways."

Billy's looking at the spilled potion.

"Baby. You are such a baby sometimes, Billy."

"I'm just sad. So much work for nothing." - Billy sighs and pouts a little.

"It is only .. really, it is only less than half a year. We will meet so soon, in the northern hemisphere. Aren't you excited?"

Billy is shaking his head, slowly and gloomily.

"I don't wanna leave."

Steve gets up, comes close and gently traces his fingers down Billy's arm.

"You are not leaving just yet. We still have time. We have all the time in the world. But when you do go, think of the moment we will meet again. Because it will happen, it is the way the world works."

They are standing amidst the ever-living nature.

"I need to bring back the pot and the basket. I borrowed them from a barn in the village."

"I will help you."

***

A couple of days later, on the very last August day, Steve takes Billy to the same clearing and shows him the prettiest gemstone of the most amazing colour, sparkling under the rays of soft morning sunshine, crystallized in the shape of a heart. There's moss and some beautiful exotic flowers growing around it.

"It is so pretty, but I am glad you didn't drink the potion."

"I wonder if it's going to stay here till next season."

"Let's hide it."

Steve takes the gemstone, it's rather big and heavy, and carries it to a hollowed out log near the swamp.

"We can come back next year and see if it is still here. It will be our secret."

August and September are my absolute favourite months, and I'm also stuck on the idea of summer and autumn not wanting to part. Billy especially is having a hard time.

Thank you @akioukun ✨💖 for the 💫 magical au

#harringrove #harringrove seasons au #billy x steve #summer billy x autumn steve #harringrove fic

[group-oc-tournament]

Round 2 - Match 13

The Owl Gang

(@cliban, @radioactive-dragonlover, @wiz4rdtower, @citruslllad)

Consisting of Morise Superbia, Somnus and Illuvies

Who are They?

Imagine a sinister alien oligarchy but they're also the most toxic gay friend group you've ever met! Morise (they/them) is a ruthless dictator more interested in evil science than overseeing their outpost. They're a closeted theatre kid dragged into the friend group by virtue of everyone else being a theatre kid - They feel severely annoyed by interacting with the Owl Gang (But secretly will Always commit to the bit). Superbia's malewife (genderneutral). Superbia (she/her) is a bombastic and egotistical woman who does whatever she pleases with little to no regards for others. The kind of woman who calls you "darling" with a tone so sweet it feels like honey dripping from her mouth, but in a bad way. She adores messing with people and manipulating them with her charm and wits. She's surprisingly a tender, kind, and passionate lover, especially when it comes to her partner Morise, who she loves very much. Somnus (she/it) is a drowsy has-been who can only be dragged out of her lair by the promise of novelty. She's motivated solely by boredom, malice, or hunger, and hangs out with her friend Illuvies because of their shared love for doing bits. Depending on the day, her energy levels generally hover somewhere between "cat taking a nap in a sunbeam" and "sloth on half a Valium" Illuvies (he/him) is gay but in a misogynistic way. Tormented a toddler, severed numerous limbs and betrayed both sides of a war multiple times. A mole, a rat and a bitch all in one.

Mafia Dawgz

(@sai-nt)

Consisting of Prosciutto, Romanesco, Arrosticini and Maritozzi.

Who are They?

theyre a group of italian-food-themed mafia dog (creatures) that do mafia things, such as killing and bonding over trauma. they are tremendously skillful on their own, but they become tremendously incompetent when put in the same room! sure, they each have their deep, dark secrets they keep from the other: one's made a deal with the devil, the other has killed hundreds, and the other? they're actually *not* allergic to peanuts, they just don't like them. but in spite of that, they hate/love/tolerate each other... as a family! a! mafia family! (laugh track) (applause)

The Midnight Crew

(@knight-of-the-thorn, @guardian-instincts-bad, @fractal-quadrilioquy, @deadlock-fractals)

Consisting of Hiraeth, Versira Nightrise, and Ukki.

Who are They?

A DnD party consisting of Hiraeth, a one year old Tree made of goop who I am sure has commit several sorcerer war crimes at this point but can't be held accountable on account of being a little guy who charms and or confuses and or frightens every single npc, Versira, a Cat with Adhd who likes to see what the fuck is going on over there, has canonically commit warcrimes, Outgoing and outspoken and definitely not a spy, and Ukki, a grumpy botanist with a cool little robot friend trying desperately to corale everyone into saying alive. This team is part of a campaign set in the universe of Guild Wars 2, taking place during one of the first story arcs of the game, except the dm broke it and the party is going to make it worse.

#poll #round 2 #match 13 #Mafia Dawgz #The Owl Gang #The Midnight Crew

[arminsumi]

hi! I've been reading your stories for days and I've been wanting to ask you for a while if you could write #10 of SFW with Armin. I think that prompt really suits him

Apart from this, I wanted to say that your way of writing is really wonderful, it captures me every time, never stop🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🩵🩵

UR TOO KIND 😭💕tyyy

4 AM

Drabble | MDNI | Armin | ♪

⚠️Cws; alcohol, drunkenness

Notes; gn!reader, modern au

4 AM nights are a rarity to you, but not to your night owl roommate, Armin. Sometimes you'll hear him in the kitchen at midnight, and so you'll slip out of your bedroom to see him.

You greet him through giggles and little jokes, "Midnight snack?" you usually ask. And Armin will respond, "Not exactly a 'snack'." as he takes shots of lukewarm vodka.

He grimaces, "Yep, that'll do. Now I can study better."

"Alright, alright, pour me one too." You say, "And I'll listen to you go on about... whatever it is you've been studying tonight."

You can only see his moonlight-lined silhouette in this nearly pitch black kitchen.

As the midnight hour passes, you and Armin wander out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Once the two of you feel the alcohol taking effect, that's when you find yourselves tumbling over to the record player. There's always a small, cute argument to be had over which record to put on.

Armin brings his face close to yours, his lips grazing yours, "Can I have this dance?" he smiles goofily.

"Mhm." You hum back, feeling an immense urge to press your lips to his. But he's your friend, you can't do that... you're just drunk, that's all. You tell yourself that this feeling will pass.

But it doesn't, instead, it spreads across your body like the moonlight spreads across the balcony.

You and Armin think that you're dancing, but really it's drunken wobbling and swaying. You have smiles plastered on your faces, they stretch from ear to ear just like the stars stretch infinitely from one corner of the universe to the other.

Armin has you tight against his body, it's almost like you're cuddling rather than dancing. The night air is fresh, too fresh to be 1 AM or 2 AM or 3 AM.

"That's that fresh 4 AM smell." You smile against his neck. Inebriation and drowsiness wash over you in calm tides.

"Smells good." Armin murmurs into your hair. He's got a hold on your waist, and your hand has been captured by his own.

You're midway through the record, you can barely hear it over the rumbling ocean nearby.

This is the part where Armin slows his swaying dance, and his movements become as languid as the night breeze. His embrace tightens, like he's trying to tell you something. That's how Armin does things; he communicates by body language, and sparingly uses his words. It's what makes him seem so enigmatic to you.

When you're caught up in this slow moment with him, it feels like 4 AM is the time where the clock stopped. He's as close to you as a lover is supposed to be, not a friend.

He withdraws himself from the crook of your neck, and gives an drunk, guilty smile.

"Sorry to keep you up so late." He apologizes quietly.

"I don't mind." You reply, "I don't mind at all."

He looks as tired as an insomniac, but just like one, his soul feels restless; he's never felt a more electrifying touch than yours. It makes him wonder what it would be like to press a kiss to you.

But he restrains himself. And the night tapers off into its typical ending. The two of you fall asleep talking on the couch, sometimes watching reruns of nostalgic cartoons in a pitch black room.

#˗ˏˋ꒰ 💌 ꒱ prompts #mdni #🐬Ocean Prince #fluff #armin #armin arlert #aot #snk #armin x reader #armin x y/n #gn!y/n #gn!reader #gender neutral y/n #armin fluff #aot fluff #snk armin #aot armin #attack on titan #aot armin arlert #drabble

[adrianasunderworld]

The White Ash Midnight Ball: event concept.

I've mentioned before in some of my White Ash post about this thing called the Midnight Ball. It's an annual joint ball between WAI, NRC, and RSA. It's meant to honor part of the legacy of White Ashes founder, the fairy godmother, and her most famous achievement: turning a scullery maid into a princess. In the spirit of Cinderella, the big thing about the Midnight Ball is to not know who your dance partners are. Just as she did not know the identity of the prince. And what better way to ensure that than a masquerade? The ballroom is enchanted so you can't actually take off your mask until the stroke of twelve when it ends, then you may choose to reveal yourself or keep the mystery alive. The ball is held during the spring the night before students leave for spring break. It's something fun to send them off home in high spirits.

The SR card backgrounds would look like the ball scene from Cinderella. With all these dreamy soft colors.

The gist of how this would play is that it's a twistune event. That you would play while people are dancing. As for the plot, the gist of it is that the ball is coming up, and the schools each send a couple students to form the planning committee. Yuu, of course, gets roped into it as one of NRCs representatives. Along with Silver. White Ash is the one who typically hosts it, so a magic carriage is sent to pick up the students at the other schools and Yuu and Silver are whisked away to WAI for the committee meeting. There Yuu meets the students who are also on planning duty and among them is a girl named Phillipa. Phillipa and Silver know each other from equestrian tournaments and Yuu is often tagging along with them.

Like in the Wish Upon a Star event, we see other characters and what they are doing in preparation for the event. Like other committee members talking about their jobs. Along with students from the other schools talking about their plans. Are they meeting friends? Have they picked out their mask? Etc. At some point Phillipa excitedly talks about the dress she bought, the only detail she gave  was that it was a striking red. Afterwards Yuu and Silver get pulled into impromptu waltzing lessons by WAI etiquette teacher, Professor Adelaide, and her daughter Marina. Insert twistune here. 

Eventually the ball comes and students are whisked away to White Ash in pumpkin carriages in their masquerade looks. While there, Silver comments that he can't find Phillipa anywhere in the sea of masked people, and the beginning of his drowsiness was not helpful. Silver falls asleep in a corner of the ballroom, and Yuu meets a girl in a red ball gown and owl mask. Something about her seems familiar, but she vanishes into the crowd. Switch to Silvers pov, he wakes up to that same girl asking him if he's okay. Silver replies that he's fine and to not worry. He and girl strike up a conversation and at some point she asks him to dance. Not wanting to be rude, he agrees and decides to look for the others after. The girl hangs out with them for the rest of the night. Silver wonders where Phillipa is, and the girl merely says she’s fine and enjoying herself. Yuu’s dialogue options imply they know the girls identity, but Silver doesn’t catch on.

As Midnight is drawing close and so does the ball, the girl ask Silver for one last dance and he goes along. At the stroke of midnight, the song ends. Everyone is cheering, people unmasking or running off in laughter. As Silver looks around at the chaos, he turns back to his partner, only to find that she’s gone, leaving only her mask behind.

#twisted wonderland #the white ash institute #twst yuu #twst oc #night raven college #twst silver #cinderella #i say this only as a princess lover #we need a Cinderella event lol

[madametrashbin]

Blissful Relief

Modern Day life is stressful (no one can tell me otherwise), and as someone who will practically deflate upon suddenly having nothing to do and nothing important going on in the future (because being isekai'd means all regular world plans for life are cancelled), I will not hesitate to sleep like the dead because I'm not on a tight schedule now.

(Two posts in a Day?? What have I become?!)

A.K.A, I make an excuse to write a Lazy Nocturnal God!Darling who will abuse the cult pampering system... because that is what I would do without hesitation when I’m free from Modern Day duties that eat away at my health and sanity bit by bit with every hour I spend working like a mindless zombie from dawn to dusk, juggling home life that is filled with bothersome troubles that never change.

I’m also a night owl, caused by both insomnia and because it is the quietest hour that I cannot help but want to relish in since my life is filled with so much loud noise it gives me daily migraines... but of course, habits are formed from repetition and I will always wake up at 4-6am like a dumbass thus suffer the consequences the next morning.

Uhh... and I guess there might be OOC stuff?? Characterization who? Also Self-Indulgent again?? Super Self-Indulgent??? Letmeenjoysleepingandbeinganocturnalcreatureplease--

Morning tends to consist of Zhongli coming into your room, leaving the tray of breakfast he prepared on the coffee table near the sofa in your room before he walks over to kneel beside the bed where you're happily dozing off on, a hand moving to gently rest on the small of your back to rub small circles with his thumb. He’s softly smiling the whole time, looking at you with such adoration and fondness with how relaxed you were. As much as he wants to let you sleep in, he knows what would happen if a mortal body doesn’t move that much on a daily basis.

He'll try get you to wake up without being too loud, and if you ask for affection (kisses in particular, because I’m an affection and touch starved bastard), he will give it to you without hesitation and pepper your face in adoring kisses before carrying you off to the sofa so you could eat. He will feed you himself if you’re still too sluggish.

Will also put you in his lap if you’re nodding off, mostly to prevent you from hurting yourself (and because he enjoys the close proximity, if you allow it).

On rare occasions, Childe will be the one to wake you up in the morning instead whenever Zhongli is busy, letting you snuggle in bed a while longer if you want a few extra minutes before smothering you in his affections as he whisks you off from bed to get ready for the day and drop you off in the kitchen where breakfast is waiting on the table.

He will feed you himself if you're still drowsy, looking at you while cooing as though you are the most precious little thing this world has ever given life to (and to be fair, you are the most precious person to him with his family).

Will give you more cheek kisses if you’re still half-asleep, or in-between spoonfuls as a way to let you know you’re doing great... and because why not. It’s a rare moment to have, since Zhongli does hog a lot of your time.

Noon/Afternoon usually has Venti to keep watch over you if you ever choose to nap somewhere random around the teapot outdoors, or somewhere out in the wilds of Teyvat where the weather is just right and the surroundings are generally quiet. If you were outside of the teapot, you’d also have either Kaeya, Xiao or Kazuha to accompany the two of you depending on where you are for extra protection (per Zhongli’s safety precaution).

Venti will hum a song, and maybe strum a calming tune while you nap, happily basking in the gentle breeze and warm sunlight as the day goes by in a very peaceful and quiet manner. If lunch time comes around, he’ll try to wake you up as gently as possible, but finds it difficult to disturb you when you look so comfortable and peaceful right now. (And usually, this has you missing out on lunch if Zhongli is too busy to check up on you. Don't worry though, he'll make sure the packed lunch is empty before the old man drops by and that you did eat something.)

Kaeya will take the chance to cuddle with you, usually keeping you between his legs while you're using his chest as a pillow as your head is tucked in the crook of his neck. He's going to keep a loose hold on you, arms wrapped around your waist while occasionally shifting in case you're uncomfortable. He's smiling the whole time because you're so cute when you sleep like this. (Will occasionally give you kisses on the crown of your head if you don't mind it. Man wants to spoil you with so much love if you allow him to.)

Xiao is 100% attentive to all things in the surrounding, wanting to keep you safe from all potential dangers and will not relax while you're in such a vulnerable state. He will, however, melt when you sleepily call for his name while lazily reaching for him in such a lazy, but cute manner. Just like that, he's right by your side, asking for whatever you need. He's still on guard, but whatever you need, he will be there to provide... kisses and snuggles included, even if he’s struggling to be open about it. 

Kazuha would be smiling serenely, occasionally brushing the hair off your face if it gets in the way of giving you proper sleep. He would take care of problems that may arise before it reaches you, and if you ever have trouble trying to be comfortable, he’ll let you lay your head on his lap while he gently pets your head in such a soothing manner that the nap turns into full on sleep... his legs might go numb, but he just couldn’t wake you up when you looked so peaceful sleeping right there.

Sayu will always accompany you when you’re in Inazuma, mostly because she could find an excuse to sleep with you around when you are getting ready to nap. She’ll be quick to defend you though, because if you get hurt, she’ll lose that excuse and she’ll struggle to find peace to sleep for a while without having people tailing after her.

Dusk/Evening you’re decently awake (or rather, barely awake), Zhongli’s not letting you sleep anymore until later into the night. Ei would keep you company, the time when it’s not so busy for her as things settle down and allow her to spend time with you. She’s honestly just internally squealing when you end up holding onto her hand or sleeve if you’re too groggy to walk by yourself and properly guide your own feet.

Sometimes the Kamisato Clan would be the ones to accompany you, per Ei/Raiden Shogun’s orders. Ayaka used to be on-guard (because how did someone who was barely standing on their own two feet turn the Raiden Shogun into some excitable puppy??) when she first met you, but she got over it after realizing you’re not a bad person after spending enough time with you to see it.

Thoma sometimes coddles you, knowing well enough that you were just tired from the stress of the daily life you used to have when you told him once during a day when he was left to take care of you... He does his best to make sure you were enjoying yourself in the city, keeping a watchful eye in case you’d trip on your own feet.

On rare occasions when even the Kamisato Clan is busy, Kujou Sara would be the one to care for you... as foreign as it was in the beginning, because you’re so idle and pretty sluggish most of the time, but she grew to find these times relaxing. Of course, she is ever watchful for all problems, and when you were awake enough, would be helpful with your foreknowledge if you do remember everything well enough.

When Night falls upon Teyvat, you are fully awake, if only for a while until you grow exhausted again. In these moments, they would all try to spend time with you and gain more of your attention... but aside from that, you would often take strolls on Watatsumi Island, if only because you do sincerely enjoy the scenery the island had during the night... but other times, you would either take a stroll at Starsnatch Cliff or Qingce Village.

Kokomi would be with you, walking alongside you while she admires the sight of your relaxed, fully awake expressions that mostly appears at night. She would keep each of these moments to her heart, knowing that if her God loved Watatsumi as it is, then all her efforts into protecting it was worth it... plus, there was something nice just knowing a God like you enjoying the natural sight of her home while taking a nightly stroll.

Gorou trails behind you like a puppy, basking in the attention you give him and will always be ready to defend you. When you talk, he is absolutely silent, wanting to hear your voice in its more clearer form. He will not be happy if someone interrupts you, definitely will snarl at them if you don’t keep him in check... but aside from that, he will stick close to your side while you’re at Watatsumi Island as your guard with Kokomi.

Diluc will be by your side during the night when you’re in Mondstadt, always looking away when your gaze is directed towards him but otherwise would observe you closely... since he often sees you when you weren’t fully awake. He enjoys seeing this side of you more, and while he does find your sleepy self to be adorable, he likes knowing that you’re aware of everything... It gives him a peace of mind when you do acknowledge his efforts.

Midnight rings clear into the night, the clarity of your mind would return into its sleepy state. You would return back to the Teapot and get ready for bed, tucked in comfortably by one of your acolytes before you slumber until morning rises once more and repeat your day... Sometimes, if you’ve relaxed enough, you might be fully awake for the whole day.

Of course, that is a rare moment that might not always happen, but if you were truly awake for a whole day, none of your acolytes are going to miss this chance and might fight to have your full attention if you don’t give them the satisfactory amount, unless you put your foot down and make sure they behave. 

Aside from that, your cult will always be there for you, ready to take care of you and give you all the affection you want.

#self aware genshin #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #I don't know how to self-care #I'll just give myself this and share it to everyone #*wheezes from stress* #I should sleep #but brain got 50+ ideas #skjsksjksjskj #I had this in my drafts since the Greeting post lmao #Finally done with this #Even if I don't really like how it ended #But brain is dead so this is all I can do for now #Not going to revise this

[dreamsclock]

tales from the smp karlnapity fic !! pls don’t read if you haven’t caught up with the recent tales from the smp episode !! it contains spoilers :] trigger warnings for drug mentions, derealisation (?), time travel and mentions of death !!

SUMMARY

Karl comes back to the present slowly, piece by piece. Sapnap is there to coax him back.

[Or, Karl arrives back in the present day SMP after the Masquerade Ball, and Sapnap is confused, lost, but mostly concerned.]

Sapnap wakes up after midnight to find Karl gone.

This isn’t exactly strange within itself - Karl is a night owl, and lately he’s been spending less time with everyone and more time working on a ‘private project’, as he’d claimed a month or so ago, eyes shining with pride, ‘something that’s gonna blow you away’. That’s all he’d say about the matter, but Sapnap knows his partner spends hours, if not days, slaving away at it, not coming back sometimes for weeks on end. He’s not troubled that Karl is away. Karl’s a big boy, he tells himself, he can take care of himself.

What troubles him is that Karl had fallen asleep with him and Quackity last night, there is blood on the wall, older now, he thinks, scraped red, and Karl is nowhere to be seen.

Snapping from drowsiness to a sudden aching awareness, Sapnap tumbles out of bed in a flurry of limbs, still careful not to wake Quackity, who’s sleeping soundly beside him. He looks peaceful for the first time in a long time, but Sapnap has no time to admire him; his heart is beating a sickening rhythm between his ribs and his mind is a dichotomy between whirling thoughts and a thumping KarlKarlKarlKarl in the back of his head, because Karl could be in danger, Karl could be dead, while Sapnap has been sleeping through it.

He hadn’t been able to save one of his best friends. The least he can do now is to save his fiancé. Heading towards the door, trying not to look at the scrape of blood on the wall and doing his best to pretend his hands aren’t shaking, Sapnap stiffens. A noise, from next door.

“Karl?” He whispers uncertainly, hand curling into a fist by his side. “‘S that you?”

Silence. And then the unmistakable sound of something shattering.

Heart rising into his mouth, Sapnap heads in the direction of the noise, searching wildly through his inventory for a weapon, a shield, something to use to protect Karl if it comes down to it. He lands on an axe, feeling marginally safer with it in his grip, and promptly shoves open the door to the living room, axe raised, ready to fight.

There’s no need. It’s just Karl, standing limply in the middle of the room with a broken clock in his hands.

Sapnap lowers the axe, beyond relieved. “Jesus Christ,” he breathes, “you scared the living shit out of me, Karl.”

Karl doesn’t respond for a second, which is weird, Sapnap thinks, because usually Karl would be teasing him in between relieving him of his concerns, usually he’d giggle something about being a damsel in distress, and Sapnap would roll his eyes and they’d both go back to bed, end of story, full stop. But Karl barely moves, grey grey eyes lifting to meet his behind a haze.

For a frightening moment, Karl looks at him, and it’s clear he doesn’t recognize him.

For a more frightening moment, Sapnap looks back at Karl, and doesn’t recognize him either.

“James?” Karl asks, voice cracking. “You’re alive?”

And then Sapnap has his arms filled with Karl crushing him in the tightest hug he’s ever had, the clock cracking further on the floor between their feet, and he can smell dust in his hair and wine on his breath, and for a second, he’s reminded impossibly of a boy with a multicolored hoodie and a mask and a sword between his ribs as he takes his last breath. Shaken, he can only cling to Karl, arms coming up to embrace him gently. “That’s not-” He begins, before stopping, unsure. “Who’s James, Karl?”

But Karl is already pulling away, that same grey look in his eyes, and he’s pulling Sapnap in the direction of their bedroom, talking in a soft, hushed voice. “We have to save him, James,” he says, like Sapnap has any fucking clue who he’s talking about, like he has any idea who ‘James’ is, “we can’t let him… I can’t let him die again. He dies every time I try to save him. Every single time.”

“Who does?” Sapnap asks, lost. “Karl, Jesus, you’re not making any sense.”

And then he stops, because Karl does, and when he turns to his fiancé in question, he finds him staring at the sleeping Quackity with heartbreak in his gaze, and suddenly Sapnap thinks he might know who he’s talking about.

“I don’t want him to die again.” Karl’s voice cracks. He doesn’t need to be looking at him for Sapnap to sense the tears in his eyes. “I can’t watch him die again.”

He grabs hold of Sapnap suddenly, oddly urgent, oddly desperate.

“Promise me,” Karl says, “he’ll stay alive. Promise me you’ll keep him safe, James.”

Sapnap can only stare at him, a mixture of alarmed and bewildered. Has Karl been drinking? There’s alcohol on his breath, but he’s not one for drinking - and not to mention, he doesn’t seem drunk. Out of it, yes, distraught, absolutely; briefly, Sapnap entertains the idea that Karl’s taken drugs or lost his mind, but dismisses both of them, too. Quackity is doing enough of both of those for the three of them.

But Karl is still holding onto him, expression pleading, dazed, and so Sapnap swallows down his questions, ducks his head in acceptance. “Yeah,” he says, quietly, “yeah, I’ll keep Q safe for us, Karl. I promise.”

Karl’s face evens out in relief. “Good,” he replies, and then his legs buckle, and Sapnap staggers to catch him, guiding him into bed, “good.” He’s still in his hoodie and the rest of his clothes, but they can worry about that in the morning. What Karl needs, Sapnap decides, is rest, and comfort. They can talk tomorrow, maybe, though none of them have ever been very good at talking about feelings. “Thanks, James.”

“No problem.” Sapnap swallows down his questions, his worries, everything, and presses a kiss to Karl’s forehead. It does the job; Karl’s face relaxes, and he lets his eyes close, breathing beginning to even out already. “Try and get some sleep. I’ll watch over both of you, I promise.”

“‘Kay.” Karl’s head droops. “Love you.”

“Love you,” he echoes softly, watching through heavy-lidded eyes as Karl falls asleep next to him, and it’s the truth. Even if he’s upset Karl is keeping secrets from him, even if he and Quackity fight more than usual, even if the rest of the world is crumbling around him with Dream gone and George missing, Sapnap loves Karl and Quackity, more than he cares to admit.

He rolls over in bed, stares up at the ceiling restlessly. It’s hard to dismiss the fear in Karl’s eyes, the panic over losing his loved ones. A chill runs over his spine, and he does his best to pretend he’s just cold, like he’s capable of being cold with his lava affinities.

“Sapnap?” Quackity’s voice is slurred with sleep. Peering over, Sapnap sees his fiancé blink at him, exhausted and half-coherent. “Somethin’ happen?”

“No, nothing happened,” Sapnap says, lying through his teeth, “go back to sleep, Q.”

“What about you?”

He glances down at the sleeping Karl sprawled in between them. His features are pale, grey in the dim lighting of the room. “I’ll sit up a little longer,” he says, and watches Quackity yawn, turn over so he’s closer to Karl, and promptly pass back out. A faint smile touches his face. It’s scary, he thinks, how much he’d give for these two. It’s scary, how much he’d deteriorate if he lost them.

Never again, he thinks, and then wonders why that comes to his mind when he’s never lost either of them before.

It’s dawn before Sapnap falls asleep again, when he knows the sun creeping across the sky will look out for his fiancés while he rests. When he finally dreams, he dreams of him and Karl in a ballroom, dancing to piano music and playing children’s games well into the night.

#mcyt #dream smp #dream smp fic #tales from the smp #tales from the smp fic #karl jacobs #quackity #quackityhq #sapnap #karlnapity #karlnap

[mrskodzuken]

Late Night Stroll/A Cure for Insomnia

pairing: Kozume Kenma x f!reader

genre: fluff with crack bits; part of the Kenma with f!Filo!reader as s/o au (same universe as “Kodzuken Tries Eating Filipino Food for the First Time” and “How I Met Your Friend”).

wc: 0.8k

tw/cw: food, monosodium glutamate (MSG)’s sleep-inducing powers used as a punchline (sfw), some Filo phrases and jokes (obviously /lh) also a cameo mention of the Miya Twins, a bowl of sunshine and Iwaizumi Hajime (27), Athletic Trainer 😆

a/n: for @cryxtal-ame’s “In The Moonlight” collab—thank you for allowing me to join in your event, sweetie *headpats* ♥️ also I hc’d my selfship with Kenma as night owls, always staying late at night (even though I scold him for not sleeping early every now and then ahaha). Imma use that late-night stroll/konbini raid-with-Osamu prompt you’ve sent to me months ago here @love-amihan 😘 thank you @milffanaccount (I couldn’t tag you so...) @water-and-grass and @paradise-creator for beta reading this!! 🙇🏻‍♀️ *headpats 🥰* || Dedicated to all the night owls out there 🌃

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[00:25]

“Kenma…” The tick-tacking typing sound of the keyboard stopped as your boyfriend turned on his gaming chair and looked at your pouting figure near the doorway, lifting his headset down to rest on his neck.

”Need something, kitten? I thought you’d be sleeping, why’re you still awake?”

You looked down anxiously then on one side until your eyes settled on him. Your hands can’t stop stuffing in and out of your hoodie’s front pocket. Your feet rocked back and forth gently.

“Um, I… I couldn’t sleep,” you mumbled.

Kenma slowly blinked then sighed before he smiled at you. “Get changed into something warmer and wait for me at the doorway. I’ll turn this off in a bit then I’ll follow you there, okay?” He turned his back on you, removed his headset and resumed his typing on the keyboard.

You were still clueless as to why Kenma wanted you to wear some warm clothes and wait for him at the doorway, but nonetheless you followed his instructions and quickly got outside the game room.

[00:53]

“So dark and quiet outside,” you softly whispered, your breath somewhat visible in the chilly midnight air. You glanced at Kenma as the two of you were walking down the dark and empty street, both your hands intertwined and swaying to and fro. “Why are we outside? Where are we going?” you asked.

“To the konbini. I’m still hungry, the beef sinangag (fried rice) you made is good but isn’t enough to make my stomach full,” he grumbled. And as if on cue, Kenma’s stomach grumbled loud, which made the both of you stop walking.

“Aha… gutom nga (hungry indeed),” you observed jokingly while seeing the former Nekoma setter blush with embarrassment.

“Shut up. I wish I could eat another bowl of it, but the meal’s good for two people only.” Kenma tugged on your hand and you both started walking again. “Thank goodness there’s no one in the street at this time… so embarrassing.”

“But the hungry sound your tummy made is cute though!”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is~”

“It’s not.”

.

.

.

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s not!”

[01:34]

The soothing background music blared faintly on the konbini’s speakers as you and Kenma both ate your food on the tables near the glass window, slurping on your cup noodles and chewing on convenience store onigiri.

You took the last bite of your onigiri into your mouth, licking the rice grains off your fingers. “Delicious, but not as delicious as Osamu-san’s onigiri,” you said in a hushed tone, drinking the noodle broth straight from the cup.

“Mhmm… wanna go to Onigiri Miya tomorrow for a date? I’ll clear my schedule—“ His sentence was cut short when you let out a loud burping sound (the staff who’s on shift that time heard it also, their eyes bulged at the sound resembling that of a croaking toad).

Kenma covered his mouth to muffle his laughter, with his back facing you. “How cute.”

“No, it’s not!”

“At least we’re even now.”

“S-shut yer trap, you…”

“Don’t Atsumu me, kitten. You still suck at speaking Kansai-ben.”

[01:56]

The lamppost illuminating a part of the park’s pathway flickered as you both strolled on the way home from the konbini. You both favored the quiet night surrounding the park, aside from a few car sounds from the nearby road and some chirping cicada noises, prompting you to yawn and stretch your arms upward.

Your boyfriend noticed this and calmly asked, “Feel sleepy now?”

You nodded, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “I guess the MSG in the cup noodles we’ve eaten earlier is kicking into my system.” Then your body suddenly shivered and you tighten up your jacket closer. “S-so cold, I wanna go home and curl myself under a kotatsu and sleep there… Kenma, what are you doing?”

You looked down and were faced with a crouching Kenma, his broad back in front of you and his hands curled backwards, as if he’s offering you a piggyback ride.

“Y/N, hop on.”

You felt your face getting flushed and waved your hands in panic, looking around just in case someone saw them. “K-kyanmaaa! Please get up, it’s embarrassing!”

“I know it’s embarrassing, but what would you do if you suddenly pass out and sleep here?” he mumbled, still in a piggyback position; you could see the tips of his ears getting redder every second—and it’s not just because of the cold freezing night. He has a point, you thought, another yawn escaping between your lips.

You walked a bit towards him, a little hesitant at first, before leaning down to rest yourself on his back. You quickly wrapped your arms around Kenma’s shoulders as he hoisted you up on his back comfortably, his arms hooking beneath your thighs.

“Don’t worry, we won’t fall down! All thanks to Shoyo for introducing me to their Olympic trainer Iwaizumi-san,” he grinned, gripping your thighs firmly as he started walking through the pathway towards the park’s exit.

You felt your eyes slowly closing, drowsiness taking over, and faint snores made their exit as you fell asleep on the pro-gamer’s back.

Kenma heard your soft snores and smiled lovingly to himself before looking up at the crescent moon shining above the sky, footsteps nearing your house.

“Sweet dreams, my dear kitten.”

Reblogs are nice, reposts and plagiarism stuff are frowned upon 🥰 all works by MadKittyBlossom © 2021.

My Masterlist

#[ 🌃 ] - in the moonlight #kozume kenma #kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu filo #haikyuu filipino #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #kozume kenma x reader #kenma x reader #kozume kenma drabble #kenma drabble #kozume kenma fluff #kenma fluff #🐱saku.fic

[cielcius]

THEM IN THE NIGHT | HEADCANONS

includes: bakugou k., midoriya i., & todoroki s.

from the writer: just something to occupy our minds ♪(´ε｀ )

notes & warnings: cursing, in correspondence to ‘Them in the Morning’ hcs

Bakugou:

head meets pillow and he is out like a light— faster than a light even omg and it’s not even nine

admit it, we all bully bakugou for sleeping at exactly 8:32, especially when it’s for serotonin purposes💀

he has absolutely no reason to stay up though. catching up on homework? he did that last week. scrolling through social media? doesn’t even laugh half the time looking at memes cause he doesn’t get them lmao

but if you’re a night owl and you come to school hella tired, he’s gonna bully you right back because he’s that bitch™️

“huh, what’s that? you’re tired? oh well it sounds like somebody didn’t get enough sleep last night” siri, tell me how to smack a bitch i—

but if you’re sleeping with him, there is no way in hell he is gonna let you stay up past nine

*agressively loves you by smothering your face into his chest like it’s suddenly gonna knock you unconscious, not that you mind*

Midoriya:

he can stay up until at least midnight but starts getting drowsy the second the clock strikes 12:01

i’d say the latest he’s stayed up was maybe between a range of 1-2 in the morning (*sniffs* hm smells like amateur in here)

he doesn’t really have a purpose for staying up whether it’s to review/take even more notes in his notebook or just relaxing on his phone

if you’re like him, he’d prefer that you sleep earlier or at a decent time because he cares about your health

but at the same time he wouldn’t mind late night talks with you about whether or not the high people are actually the sane ones and everybody else is just high on oxygen

but if you’re a bigger night owl than him, then he’s probably gonna scold you for staying up late, especially when he wakes up the next morning to find that you still haven’t slept yet

personally, my record is two full days, what yours 😃

Todoroki:

i’m a sole believer that he’s actually a night owl, like he takes a shit ton of naps in the day, and um, sir? you did this.. for what?

to stay up late at night contemplating life and looking at cute cat videos on his feed, that’s what

he lowkey likes to watch videos on conspiracy theories and murder documentaries and then just knocks tf out likes he’s bakugou or sum

homework? who’s she? after dinner, he just spends the rest of his night laying in bed (he’s actually secretly in love with his bed. watch out, you got competition)

if you’re an early sleeper, then he prefers to have you in his arms while still watching his cat videos

sometimes he won’t even be doing anything while you sleep, he just lays there and revels in your silent presence cause it’s honestly really relaxing

and now you’re scolding him for staying up the entire night while he’s like 🤔 when did the sky get brighter?

#tea stained letters 🍵 #bakugou x reader #midoriya x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #bakugou headcanons #midoriya headcanons #todoroki headcanons

[comfortwriting]

Eight is too far away - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt Masterlist

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Requested/About: Set in OOTP, Umbridge rules that boys and girls cannot be within eight inches of another. Fred and Y/N become touch starved and needy, and they try to sneak around this new rule in order to cope.

Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, penetrative sex, sexual letters and nude pictures, masturbation. 

The Educational Decree Number Twenty-Six has made your life and Fred's a living hell, you were forced to stay away from one another - forbidden to be closer than eight inches apart, whilst others were lucky enough to have the stand six inches - which increased to eight inches after Professor Umbridge caught the two of you inching closer and closer to one another during class, at the table, in the halls, and on weekends; you were both driving her up the wall.

This decree stopped you from sitting with Fred at the table, and in class, you weren't able to walk alongside him or have private conversations, everywhere you planned to meet up became flooded with Umbridge's Slytherin Cronies, watching out and waiting to hand you in.

Fred had decided that private conversations were better to be through letters that he would hide in the common room where no one else would think to search because even mail service from the owls was searched before arriving at the table.

Y/N,

I miss you, I really fucking miss you. Being unable to touch you, hold you, kiss you - bloody hell - not being able to smell the scent of your hair and skin is killing me. I just want you in my arms, your lips on mine, my hands on your waist, I want to be full of your scent and it's so frustrating that I cannot be with you.

Once I've figured out where is safe for us to meet, I'll let you know.

Fuck, this is all bullshit, really, isn't it? We're living under the same roof yet we can't even walk beside each other, what kind of life is this? honestly.

I've tried to get out of class with my Snack-boxes but the evil toad confiscated everything and I can't get into her office without those bloody cats watching my every move. My hands are so red, tender, and sore from that quill of hers, I hope that you never have to use it.

I need you, love, I'm hungry and desperate for you, I love you.

- Fred.

You traced Fred's handwriting slowly with your fingers, going over each and every letter, comma, and full stop. You couldn't help but chuckle, blush, and even frown at Fred's letter - feeling nothing but sympathy for his poor hand, but you could also feel your insides flutter at the thought of him needing you so desperately.

Picking up your quill, you wrote back, staring at the camera that sat on your desk, watching and encouraging you to pick them up and take some risqué pictures for Fred.

Freddie,

I miss you too - I miss the feeling of your hand in mine, my fingers lost in your hair, I miss your warmth, your laugh, the sound of your voice low in my ear, your soft lips... I want to be full of you - and your scent too.

We must meet soon, I don't know how much longer I can take, my hands and fingers aren't the same - I need a laugh, a kiss, I need your touch and love. You better find somewhere soon, I'm begging you.

It's so hard seeing you and not running over in your arms, pulling you in for a deep, and passionate kiss - I'm itching really bad, and only you can make it stop.

Please stay out of trouble, Freddie, she'll only make things worse if you don't. Get some Murtlap Essence for the back of your hand, it should help, it helped mine when I, unfortunately, had to use it last night.

I know and feel your hunger, your desperation, and your needs because I'm feeling those too - for the time being - I hope these help, baby.

Let me know, and write back soon,

I love you too.

- Y/N.

Pausing for a moment, you grabbed your camera in one hand, looking around your room to check it was still empty. Undoing the buttons on your sleek and sexy black shirt, your breasts pooling out of the opening. Pushing your arms inwards, pushing your breasts together, you leaned the camera to face down on your breasts, your free hand massaging them and your nipples gently, pleasuring yourself.

Pressing the button, the camera flashed, and a few seconds later, it popped out of the end, you pulled out the first picture and fanned it, you touching your breasts developing and moving as it became clearer and less blurry.

Smiling to yourself, you placed the photo down and continued to take more of you and your body, touching yourself and showing off the parts of you that Fred loves most. Once coming up with quite the collection, you placed the photos in the middle of the parchment and folded it over, placing it into the envelope - creeping into the empty common room, you placed Fred's present in the usual hiding place.  

Fred crept down into the common room during the middle of the night when his roommates were sleeping, he found the chunky and rather heavy envelope with his name on it and took it upstairs, slowly getting into bed, grabbing his wand, pulling the covers over him.

"Lumos!" he whispered, the bright light beaming from the end of his wand.

Fred placed his wand in-between his knees, holding it in place whilst he opened the envelope, pulling out your letter and opening it, his eyes instantly landing on the moving pictures of you. Fred wanted to read your letter first, truly, but the pictures caught and had control over his undivided attention.

Fred's cock became erect in his pyjama trousers as he held up the picture of your breasts, watching you play with your nipples - Fred's other hand trailed down his pyjama bottoms and held the base of his cock, starting to pump gently, picking up the next photo.

You were stroking your clit in circular motions, then you were fingering yourself, biting your lip, your mouth opening in Fred's favourite 'O' shape, your eyes scrunching as you climaxed - Fred now pumping his cock faster and not as gentle, his panting heavy, feeling himself getting closer and closer to cumming at the sight of you pleasuring yourself at the thought of him.

Fred remembered he had a camera too, forcing himself to wait at the edge, he carefully and quietly moved his arm out of the covers, reaching down beside the bed and grasping his camera, pulling it under the covers - thankful that his brother's sores were loud enough to muffle the noises of the camera clicking as he took the pictures of himself.

The aftermath of his orgasm caught up with him, hitting him in the face with drowsiness and no motivation to write back as his hand was worn out from all the pumping, he hid his developed, moving pictures with yours in the envelope and pushed it under his pillow, promising he would reply in the morning.  

After hours of double potions classes, extra study sessions for your N.E.W.Ts and the most uncomfortable, and painful detention with Umbridge and quill, you took a shower, got dressed in your nightwear and went to find the reply to your letter, passing by Fred as you walked down the stairs, his arm brushing against yours, the hair standing up on the back of your neck, your heart skipping beats, a whimper escaping your mouth.

Fred turned around and looked into your hungry eyes with his, searching them, the both of you sharing and exploring one another's fantasies, wants, and needs.

"Soon, love" Fred comforted you from afar, walking away despite how painful his heart clawed through his chest to get to you "I promise."

Taking a deep breath, you sighed, nodded and collected your letter, walking back to bed - wanting nothing more than to run after him, grab him by the hand, drag him to the sofa where you would push him down and fuck him senseless.

Like Fred, the night before, you balanced your wand between your knees, the light beaming from the tip as you ready his letter, your cheeks burning at the stack of pictures he had taken for you.

Y/N,

Those pictures... bloody hell, what are you trying to do, kill me? I can't wait to have my fingers inside of you, my lips against your neck and just having you all to myself. But enough talk of it... I'll be doing it soon enough.

That bitch seriously made you use her quill? I hope your hand clears up sweetheart, the sooner she's gone... the better. I'll get rid of her soon enough.

I've found a place for us to meet, stay up late tomorrow night and head towards the astronomy tower, I'll meet you there - and don't be late, you need to set off at midnight if you're early or late you'll get caught.

Hope these pictures are as good as yours were, never taken these before but fuck, my cock is so hard for you, you've made me cum so hard, you beautiful girl.

Get plenty of sleep, you'll need it.

See you tomorrow,

Freddie.

Beginning to get excited, you picked up the stack of photos again, flicking through them, feeling your crotch flutter and begin to get wet. Fred's large length gripped in his hand that stroked himself up and down slowly, in the next photo, Fred pumped his cock faster - precum spilling out from his tip which he spread across the head, in the third, still pumping, his cock twitched and you witnessed his sudden cum shot - the white liquid shooting out and then flowing down his fingers.

You watched the moving pictures over and over again, but Fred was right - you needed plenty of sleep in preparation for tomorrow night. Blushing wildly, you placed his photos in the envelope and shoved it to the back of your drawers, your head full of what he would do to you, and what you would do to him.

Waiting for one more minute, one more sixty seconds to pass, you gripped onto your coat, hiding your face in the dark, counting down the seconds in your head, finally sneaking out of your bedroom, out the common room and through the portrait hole.

Fred had already managed to get to the astronomy tower undetected, the nerves inside of him flourished - he felt like he was going on a first date all over again, he kept going over what he wanted to say, what he wanted to do, and how he would do it, those pictures still moving in his mind; frustrating him all the more.  

“The view” you panted, finally reaching Fred “is perfect.”

You stared at Fred’s gorgeous hair, illuminated by the moonlight, his gorgeous figure in his best clothes, this is the closest you had been to him in months - yet you weren't even touching, you were slowly inching closer and closer; eight inches, seven, six, five...

“The starry sky is perfect at this time” Fred replied, turning around to face you, closing in on you as he walked over.

four, three...

“I wasn’t talking about the sky” you smirked, biting your lip.

Two, one...

Fred grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him, his touch soothing your soul, calming your crying heart as his soft, kissable lips landed on yours, kissing you with intense hunger and desperation - you kissed back with intense want and need for him. Your hands reached to the back of his neck, travelling up into his hair and getting your fingers tangled, Fred’s lips pulling away from yours and slowly planting kisses down your neck before he sucked on it softly, soft moans he missed so much finally being heard as clear as a silver bell.

Fred’s hands travelled up towards the zip on your coat, pulling it down and slowly pushing your coat off your shoulders when you removed your hands from his soft hair, his fingers dived underneath your top, unclipping your bra, your hands worked on removing his belt, pulling his zipper and then his trousers down - your neck now slight sore and bruised from Fred’s sucking.

Laying your coat flat against the cold floor, Fred placed you down on your back, you took your top off, pulling it over your face while Fred unbuttoned his smart shirt, your eyes fixated on the tent that had formed in his boxers, filling your body with excitement and your mouth with drool.

Propping yourself up on your knees, with the cold air tickling your exposed skin, you pulled his boxers down, Fred’s erect cock slapping against his stomach. Looking up at him, into his beautiful, brown eyes, he looked down at you and smiled, nodding his head, his gentle hand resting on the back of your head; he wasn’t going to stop you - he had waited too long for this.

Blushing, you took hold of Fred’s erection at the base and took him into your mouth slowly, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, Fred lowered his head back and closed his eyes, feeling extra sensitive after going months without anything but his own hand down there... his moans and groans wouldn’t stop, and you loved it; you could feel yourself getting wet.

You didn’t want to stop, and you weren't going to - you were so turned on and you wouldn’t mind taking his load into the back of your mouth and swallowing it down your throat. You continued to suck faster, your hand pumping at the same time as you bobbed your head, Fred tightened his grip on your hair, slowly pushing you further down, causing you to choke on his length - your saliva looking like laces as you pulled yourself off him for air.

Fred opened his eyes and looked down at you, he crouched down and wiped the saliva from your lips, his index finger on his other hand now hooking the waistband of your knickers. Pulling them down, Fred pushed you back down on your warm coat - shielding your exposed back from the harsh chills of the night. Fred’s lips attacked yours, you fought back and sucked on his bottom lip, moaning against him - his wet fingers brushing against your sensitive clit.

Your tongue roamed inside of Fred’s mouth, dancing with and then fighting against his tongue, tasting himself in your mouth made Fred’s cock even harder, his fingers abandoned your clit and ducked towards your tight entrance, his index and middle finger circling them teasingly before finally plunging inside of you.

You jolted out of surprise and moaned against his lips and into his mouth, Fred’s fingers pumping in and out, deep inside of you, his fingers starting to collect your juices with each pump and brush against your G-Spot. Fred pulled away from the kiss and grinned, biting his lip, enjoying the sight of you coming undone beneath him. Your walls tightened around his long digits, and your stomach tightening, wanting nothing more than to finally release all over his fingers - knowing this, Fred stopped and withdrew his fingers from your warm cunt.  

You pouted as Fred’s smile widened.

“So unfair” you huffed, pretending to strop.

Fred rolled his eyes and tutted, putting on a condom and applying lube, he towered over you “wrap your legs around me, love.” he said lowly into your ear.

Doing so, your legs wrapped around Fred’s lower half as he lined his length up to your pleading entrance, lowering himself down, he pulled you into a cuddle, his arms across your back and pushed himself slowly inside of you. Fred paused for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size as your walls tightened around him, when ready, Fred continued to slowly thrust himself inside and out of you, the lube helping him glide in more easily.

“You feel so good Freddie!” you moaned, the cool air no longer making you cold.

Fred panted, picking up his speed and sticking to his rhythm, “I’ve been waiting for so long” he grunted, beads of sweat forming across his forehead “so bloody tight”

The night felt truly magical, the starry sky and gleaming moon out for the perfect viewing, you and the love of your life finally able to touch, kiss, and fuck - you were definitely counting your lucky stars tonight, as you would lay down and cool in Fred’s arms, talking about everything the two of you had missed.

Pulling you closer to him, Fred’s face now rested in the crook of your neck, planting delicate kisses and whispering “I love you” in your ear before finally pulling away from your warmth, Fred grabbed your legs from around him and placed them upon his shoulders, his clock gliding deeper inside of you - the pleasure increasing and travelling throughout your entire body.  

Fred picked up his speed, slamming inside of you, over and over, the beads of sweat now forming across his chest and back, Fred’s grunts and groans getting louder, your fingernails gripping and scratching his lower sides as the pleasure between the two of you continued to rise, getting ready to boil over.

“Fuck!” you wailed, your walls tightening as much as they possibly could around Fred’s throbbing length “Freddie, I’m going to cum!”

This giving Fred the stretch he needed to finish the race, he continued to slam inside of you, deeper, harder and faster until your cum flowed down his length, your legs shaking upon his shoulders and your panting overtaking his. Fred’s cock throbbed and throbbed until he couldn’t hold back anymore, spilling his seed into the condom as he pushed himself deep inside of you one last time.

Slowly pulling out and taking off the condom, Fred laid beside you and pulled you into his loving arms, kissing you on the forehead whilst the two of you caught your breaths and tried to keep up with your racing hearts.

“So” you breathed out “what have I missed?”

Fred grinned, shaking his head, still panting and in a state of bliss.

“You’ve got no idea...”

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[pronounsrus]

Sleep/Dream theme

warning: none

As/Asleep/Asleeps/Asleep's/Asleepself

Bed/Bed/Beds/Bed's/Bedself

Bed/Head/Bedheads/Bedhead's/Bedheadself

Cot/Cot/Cots/Cot's/Cotself

Cat/Napping/Catnappings/Catnapping's/Catnappingself

Cat/Nap/Catnaps/Catnap's/Catnapself

Con/Conscious/Conscious'/Conscious's/Consciousself

Con/Conscious/Consciousness'/Consciousness's/Consciousnessself

Con/Conscious/Consciouslys/Consciously's/Consciouslyself

Drea/Dream/Dreams/Dream's/Dreamself

Drea/Dream/Dreamys/Dreamy's/Dreamyself

Drea/Dream/Dreamings/Dreaming's/Dreamingself

Doz/Doze/Dozes/Doze's/Dozeself

Doz/Doze/Dozings/Dozing's/Dozingself

Dozing/Off/Dozing offs/Dozing off's/Dozing offself

Doze/Off/Doze offs/Doze off's/Doze offself

Dro/Drows/Drowys/Drowsy's/Drowsyself

Day/Dream/Daydreams/Daydream's/Daydreamself

Day/Dreamer/Daydreamers/Daydreamer's/Daydreamerself

Day/Dreaming/Daydreamings/Daydreaming's/Daydreamingself

Fall/Asleep/ Fall asleeps/Fall asleep's/Fall asleepself

Falling/Asleep/Falling asleeps/Falling asleep's/Falling asleepself

Good/Night/Goodnights/Goodnight's/Goodnightself

Half/Dreaming/Half dreamings/Half dreaming's/Half dreamingself

Inso/Insomia/Insomnias/Insomia's/Insomniaself

Inso/Insomnia/Insomniacs/Insomniac's/Insomniacself

Luce/Lucid/Lucids/Lucid's/Lucidself

Lucid/Dream/Lucid dreams/Lucid dream's/Lucid dreamself

Lucid/Dreaming/Lucid dreamings/Lucid dreaming's/Lucid dreamingself

Mo/Moon/Moons/Moon's/Moonself

Moon/Light/Moonlights/Moonlight's/Moonlightself

Mid/Night/Midnights/Midnight's/Midnightself

Ni/Night/Nights/Night's/Nightself

Night/Mare/Nightmares/Nightmare's/Nightmareself

Noct/Nocturnal/Nocturnals/Nocturnal's/Nocturnalself

Night/Owl/Night owls/Night owl's/Night owlself

Nap/Nap/Naps/Nap's/Napself

Nap/Nap/Nappings/Napping's/Nappingself

Over/Sleep/Oversleeps/Oversleep's/Oversleepself

Over/Sleeping/Oversleepings/Oversleeping's/Oversleepingself

Over/Sleeper/Oversleepers/Oversleeper's/Oversleeperself

Rest/Rest/Rests/Rest's/Restself

Rest/Resting/Restings/Resting's/Restingself

Slee/Sleep/Sleeps/Sleep's/Sleepself

Slee/Sleep/Sleepless'/Sleepless'/Sleeplessself

Slee/Sleep/Sleepys/Sleepy's/Sleepyself

Slee/Sleep/Sleepings/Sleeping's/Sleepingself

Slee/Sleep/Sleepiness'/Sleepiness's/Sleepynessself

Slee/Sleep/Sleeplessness'/Sleeplessness's/Sleeplessnessself

Slee/Sleep/Sleepers/Sleeper's/Sleeperself

Sleeping/Beauty/Sleeping beautys/Sleeping beautyself

Shut/Eye/Shut-eyes/Shut-eye's/Shut-eyeself

Slum/Slumber/Slumbers/Slumber's/Slumberself

Slum/Slumber/Slumberings/Slumbering's/Slumberingself

Snoo/Snooze/Snoozes/Snooze's/Snoozeself

Snoo/Snooze/Snoozings/Snoozing's/Snoozingself

Snor/Snore/Snores/Snore's/Snoreself

Snor/Snore/Snorings/Snoring's/Snoringself

Sub/Subcon/Subconscious'/Subconscious's/Subconsciousself

Sub/Subcon/Subconsciouslys/Subconsciously's/Subconsciouslyself

Sub/Subcon/Subconsciousness'/Subconsciousness'/Subconsciousnesself

Sweet/Dream/Sweet dreams/Sweet dream's/Sweet dreamself

Un/Unconscious/Unconscious'/Unconscious's/Unconciosself

Un/Unconscious/Unconsciousness'/Unconciousness's/Unconciousnessself

Un/Unconscios/Unconsciouslys/Unconsciously's/Unconsciouslyself

Wake/Wake/Wakes/Wake's/Wakeself

Wake/Wake/Wakefuls/Wakeful's/Wakefulself

Wake/Wake/Wakings/Waking's/Wakingself

Yawn/Yawn/Yawns/Yawn's/Yawnself

Yawn/Yawn/Yawnings/Yawning's/Yawningself

💤/💤/💤s/💤's/💤self

🛌/🛌/🛌s/🛌's/🛌self

🛏/🛏/🛏s/🛏's/🛏self

😴/😴/😴s/😴's/😴self

🥱/🥱/🥱s/🥱's/🥱self

😪/😪/😪s/😪's/😪self

🌁/🌁/🌁s/🌁's/🌁self

🌃/🌃/🌃s/🌃's/🌃self

🌙/🌙/🌙s/🌙's/🌙self

🌜/🌜/🌜s/🌜's/🌜self

🌚/🌚/🌚s/🌚's/🌚self

🌝/🌝/🌝s/🌝's/🌝self

🌘/🌘/🌘s/🌘's/🌘self

🌕/🌕/🌕s/🌕's/🌕self

🌑/🌑/🌑s/🌑's/🌑self

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[anime-academix]

Bedtime

Headcanon

Characters: Midoriya, Bakugo, Kirishima, Todoroki, Dabi

Midoriya:

Knows that you have more energy during the late night

He’s also a Night Owl too, but after a long day of training, he will pass out a little earlier than you

Sometimes tries so hard to stay up late with you to do homework or just spend time with you

Usually ends up going to bed before you anyway

Will sometimes fall asleep, head on the coffee table in your dorm while studying

Izuku is the type of person who likes to be cuddling or holding you whenever the two of you spend the night together.

He needs to be reminded that you’re there

Will wake up when he cannot feel you in his arms

Walks over to you with a pout on his face and your heart just melts

He doesn’t say anything but holds his hand out to you, seeing the sparkle in his eyes, indicating his tiredness and desire to cuddle with you

“Oh, bubba. Okay, let’s go to sleep.” You tell him, taking his hand and following him back to bed

On nights when your boy is feeling on the softer side and you can tell he just wants to be held and close to you, he’ll make it obvious he wants to be the little spoon

He’ll wrap his arms around you and you’ll place soft kisses on his head.

You two will be knocked out almost instantly in each other’s hold.

Bakugo:

It’s no secret that you’re a night owl and you DESPISE waking up early

You often go to bed at the earliest midnight and 2 am or 3 am on the weekends

It’s funny in contrast with Bakugo since he goes to bed at like 8 pm, 9 pm if he’s daring

90% of the time, he goes to bed before you

You usually tease him, calling him a grandpa because of how early he goes to bed

He will go on a 10 minute rant on why going to bed early is essential in order for him to kick ass as in the future as the number one hero

When he’s finished, you’ll reply with “Okay, grandpa.”

Will 100% flip you off in response

Always gives you a goodnight kiss before he crashes for the night

When you spend the night in his dorm and he’s asleep, you’re usually awake either reading, studying, watching a show, or eating snacks at the coffee table in his dorm

You’re extremely cautious as to not wake him

However, there are nights when you’re up late and your boyfriend is asleep and he’ll get out of bed and walk over towards you. He’ll stand in front of you, hair frazzled, and a drowsy look

Sometimes you can’t tell if he’s sleepwalking or if you woke him up

You’ll apologise profusely for waking him up

He’ll simply say, “It’s late. Bed. Now.”

Won’t wait for you to respond and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder and walking back to bed

Pushes back the duvet and throws you (gently😭) on the bed before scooting in after to you and pulling the blanket over the two of you

Pulls you into his chest, rubs your back softly

You will end up falling asleep almost immediately in his arms with your head pressed against his chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat

Kirishima:

It doesn’t really bother Kirishima that you’re a night owl, if anything, he’s one too

The two of you actually like staying up late because you can spend more alone time together

Usually either watching movies together while cuddling

Or you're straight up having a playful brawl

He knows not to go easy on you because you will give it your all

You have a whole Pillow Fighting Championship Tournament at least one a week

Your both extremely competitive and get an adrenaline spike during these matches

Aizawa sometimes has to tell you two to quiet down and stop reenacting UFC

When you settle down, you’re both panting before collapsing on the bed

Sometimes you’ll have deep conversations talking from nothing to everything

Will sometimes see more of an emotional side of him late at night

Alot of the times, you will go to sleep before him

Can fall asleep anywhere as long as you’re in his arms (I know this is cheesy, lemme breathe yall😔)

Will rub the back of your arms softly until he knows you’re asleep before going to sleep himself

Todoroki:

Same with Kirishima, it doesn’t bother him that you’re a night owl, because he’s a night owl as well

You both enjoy the alone time together late at night

The two of you go on dates mostly at night

You and Todoroki try to go stargazing at least once a week

If it’s past curfew and you can’t go out to stargaze, you’ll set up a spot on your dorm balcony and lay in his arms looking up at the sky

You two will have a competition of who can name the most constellations

On nights like those, he loves staring at you with the moonlight shining on your face (idc if this is cheesy Todoroki would think its poetic byE)

More intimate and personal conversations happen late in the night

You become more open with each other when it comes to your dreams, past, secrets, and even fears

The two of you will honestly go to bed at the same time, no matter how late it is

Will tell you that it’s important to get your beauty sleep but will wait for you to fall asleep first

Will draw shapes down along the backside of your body which actually helps you fall asleep alot faster

Holds you close in his arms and will honestly not move throughout the rest of the night

Dabi:

Now let’s be honest, you’re both night owls, that goes without saying

But if it’s getting late and you're still up, Dabi will start bothering you, telling you that you need to go to sleep or you’re gonna look an old person

You’ll remark with, “You’re one to talk. Why aren’t you in bed?”

Will suggest that you’re dodging his demand

You would totally flip him off

He’d smack your finger away

After a while of going back and forth, he’ll get fed up and pick you up, bridal style and place you down on the bed

Will instruct for you to go to sleep

You would literally try him and test his patience. “You think this is gonna hold me?”

Will actually try and speed from off the bed and out of the room

Dabi’s faster. Will hold out his arm to grab you and pull you into his chest

“Fine.” Is all he says before pushing you back on the bed

Will take off his shirt and pants, which causes your eyes to widen and face to heat up extremely fast

Positions himself so he’s hovering over, looking down at you. He holds himself up with both of his arms situated on either side of you and his lower body in between your legs.

His lips are inches away from yours as he brushes his lips against yours

“Go to sleep,” He’ll say in a low voice before dropping on one side of you, resting his hands behind his head

Turns to send him a death glare, only to be met with his closed eyes

You groan, shifting your body and draping your arm over him, placing your head in the crook of his neck while draping your leg over his own

“Asshole.” You mutter and he smirks, rubbing your arm draped over his abdomen

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[debiteful]

Hey, when you’ve got time, think you could write a story about a predator, through inebriation, swallows someone about a third their size and don’t remember, and the story’s mostly about the prey’s attempts to get the predator’s attention over the course of a week while hijinks ensue? Preferably anthros, nonfatal, if possible?

Content: soft vore, safe vore, unaware female anthro owl pred, trapped male anthro dragon prey, drunk pred, struggles, exhaustion, minor belly bulge, pred in discomfort, descriptive internal, food in with prey, multiple stomachs, awkward end, secondhand embarrassment

Graffa woke up with a belch. She stretched and wiped drool from the corner of her mouth. She couldn't remember a single thing about last night. Well, that wasn't quite true. She remembered taking someone home with her- a dragon! The little fella has been an absolute hoot at the party.

She rubbed her eyes with clawed hands, then scratched a feathered forearm. She looked around, her head turning more than 180° thanks to her owl anatomy. Well, he didn't seem to be here now. She got up to get ready for the day.

Despite appearances, Herbert, the dragon, was still there. In a bashful, daring gambit he had convinced the far from sober lady to eat him whole. She had been clumsy about it, hands fumbling to stuff him past her beak and down her gullet. He had helped as best he could, wriggling in and not fighting the waves of contracting muscles.

From there he had slid into her first stomach. Its small capacity was stretched to its limits around his scaly body. It had made lovely gurgles and threatening growls as it filled with fluids which gushed around him. They stung his nose and eyes a little, but they couldn't do much else to his tough hide.

He could feel her patting or pounding at the bulge he made high in her abdomen. The repeated blows helped move him along, deeper into her digestive tract. One short squeeze through a sphincter sent him into her gizzard. This was much more spacious, the tough, smooth walls bulging only slightly around the little guy.

Suddenly he was squished firmly from one side. It felt like a tight hug, but in reality she had flopped into bed and passed out. When he tried to wriggle into a more comfortable position, the stomach walls flexed around him. Muscular folds clenched around a limb or his head, only to slowly release it after a.few moments. The entire gizzard shifted as the walls tried to grind him with little success. They relied on the enzymes to soften what came through, and those had failed to affect him.

It was there, in her second stomach, that Herbert now lay. After a restless night of a churning stomach, he was drowsy and limp. When he felt her move, he was startled into alertness. Now was his chance to get out! He squirmed weakly, legs kicking and sinking feet into squishy muscular walls.

She burped again, just a small one this time. She had gotten changed into clothes and was headed to the kitchen for breakfast. Oddly, she didn't feel too hungry. In fact, now that she thought about it, her stomach felt really strange. Was her gizzard doing backflips inside? 

She gave it a firm rub. He felt it- it was rather nice- and pushed out against where he felt it. Yes, she was noticing!

Graffa frowned as she felt her gizzard move. It sure felt firm. What had she eaten last night? If only she could remember- then she could avoid it. Whatever it was, it was making her awfully bloated. Fairly unappetized, she settled on a piece of fruit for breakfast. 

While she thought, her small meal made its way to the gizzard. Herbert didn't feel the food so much- it was all the same warm body temperature- as he felt the stomach respond. The entire thing clenched around him and began to grind at its contents. He groaned and tried to relax, not daring to resist the muscular organ's will as it squished him this way and that. Slowly but surely, whatever she ate became a paste. Then it easily slid into the next portion of her digestive system, unlike him.

She went over to the couch and flopped down. She smoothed her ruffled feathers and rubbed her aching belly. Maybe some TV would help.

While she relaxed, Herbert was finally able to doze off. It seemed the stomach was satisfied with her meager offering.

She changed position a few times, and eventually it jostled him awake. She was on the move again, this time getting a snack. Resting didn't seem to be helping, and eating hadn't hurt.

As mushy chips joined him, Herbert was now energized enough to cry out. "HEY! YOU! Uh- Graffa!" 

When he was only met with silence he wriggled his head closer to the outer wall and yelled, "You big feathered beaut! Let me out! I'm still in here!"

Between flesh, feathers, and a TV turned up to beat the sound of her crunching, he didn't stand a chance of being heard. He shouted and hollered until his voice was hoarse. The humid air trapped with him tasted slightly of salt.

He tried a few more times throughout the day with similar results. By evening he was reduced to whines and whimpers, "Please Graffa… hear me… let me out of here, I don't want to be a midnight snack…"

He coughed weakly. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't form a single word. So much for that.

The day after the next day, the owl was still feeling bloated. It was like a bowling ball had settled in her gut. No amount of rubbing or snacking or medication could soothe it for long. Whatever she had eaten to do this, she would certainly avoid it like the plague- once she figured out what it was.

She considered calling in to work briefly. Remembering the big meeting with her supervisor's supervisor ended that line of thought. Graffa knew she had to go to work. The drive was uneventful, and that heavy feeling in her gut didn't fade.

When she got there and sat down in the board room, she absently rubbed at it a bit.

When her boss' boss arrived, and the meeting began, trouble started. Herbert had finally gotten a few winks of sleep during her drive, but the movement to get into the building and sit down had brought him back to wakefulness. How had she not noticed him? It was time to make her notice.

The doll sized dragon kicked and failed as best he could. Her stomach reacted immediately, pushing back and growling. The more he moved, the louder her stomach noises got. Surely this would draw her attention. It might even make her stomach release it on its own.

He was not so lucky. Beneath her feathers she blushed hard as her stomach imitated a whale with its rumbling sounds. It was clear the boss had noticed, though he had the professionalism to say nothing. Maybe it was her place to?

During a lull in the conversation she cleared her throat, "Sorry about the ah- noises. Stomach's been feeling off all day."

"Well thank you for coming in anyway. I'm incredibly busy, as you know."

She nodded. Speaking didn't make her feel much better. Thankfully the meeting moved on from there. Even better, Herbert had exhausted himself. She made it through the rest of the day with little incident.

The unfortunate prey had a lot of time to think. How could he gain her attention? He certainly didn't want to live in here forever! Even if it was warm, and soft, and the walls embraced and just about massaged him. Whenever he thought about the nicer points, he found himself stroking the nearest fold of flesh. In different circumstances this would be a fantastic stomach.

It took him a whole day to think of another way to vye for her attention. As she sat down to supper, he wriggled into position.

She still hadn't found her appetite. As a result, meals were small and snacks were frequent. It was almost like something was taking up her stomach space rent free. She ate slowly, doing it more because she knew she had to than because she felt hungry.

As the sludge joined poor Herbert, he was jostled by the stomach walls. He squirmed to keep his position. His hand slid along the undulating wall beneath him until it found the place where the mashed food left. He plugged it with a hand. He yelped in surprise as it sucked in his arm a bit. All the better to keep the food out, he mused.

Graffa felt a cramp low in her belly as it clenched around his arm. She groaned and pushed at it, trying to move whatever it was along. Her probing rubs squished the walls against his arm and face, and she did succeed in pushing his arm deeper.

He yelped, "Hey! Careful! There's someone in here!" But the stomach drowned him out. All she heard was loud gurgles which rumbled across her abdomen.

Terrified of being sucked in entirely, he struggled to get his arm free. His free hand pushed and slid at the shifting walls while trying to brace to pull. The trapped arm wiggled back and forth. When he tugged on it, it pushed himself down against the bottom of the stomach.

The continual downward strokes from outside the stomach did nothing to help his cause. He struggled vainly for quite some time. At last, he was too tired to fight it anymore. He couldn't stop whatever would happen. He was almost too tired to feel terror at that prospect. Almost.

After making her way to bed much earlier than usual, Graffa belched. She grimaced as her gizzard cramped and another burp came up. The movements jerked Herbert upward, freeing his limp arm. They weren't enough to send him all the way up like he dared to hope.

Relatively free, he settled curled up inside her stomach. His numb arm was cradled gently against his chest.

They both drifted off to sleep with difficulty.

After the failure of his last attempt, Herbert was stumped on how to make her notice him. For days he just lay curled up in her belly, letting it churn around him. Nothing had worked. Maybe he would be stuck like this forever…

His salvation was a phone call.

One of his friends had been asking around when he didn't answer his texts. The sleuth had figured out that at last weeks party his pal had gone home with Graffa. Mutual friends of friends were able to get him her phone number.

Graffa answered the phone, "Hello? Graffa speaking."

"Hi. I'm a friend of Herbert's and I've been really worried about him. Do you know when he left your house? Assuming he made it there," he added grimly. He had had too much time to over think.

"No, I'm not sure actually. I haven't seen him since-" A memory of holding the little dragon in her hands popped up. She trailed off. Eyes slowly sank to her own belly. "Oh- I'll call you back maybe. I might know where he is."

"Wait can you-" She hung up.

With a grimace she poked at her belly, "Herbert..?"

His name rumbled around him. Heart leaping to his throat, he struggled hard, "Yes! YES! In here!"

Her amber eyes widened. At least- well, at least he was alive.

She scurried off for a towel then let him up and out with great effort. She rubbed him with the soft, dry towel while not daring to look at him.

He inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh air. His cheeks were hot, unsure if he should be explaining what happened. She felt much the same way.

They both awkwardly started, then cut off at hearing the other. He spoke up again, "I guess I should be going…"

She nodded mutely. As he tracked down his things from where they had been tucked out of sight, she just stared at the floor. Belatedly she remembered, "Hey, let your friend know you're okay- I assume you're okay?"

He nodded and left without another word.

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If Only I Had Stayed In The Shadows - Chapter Three

James Potter x OC

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Prologue  Chapter One  Chapter Two

"What's going on between you and Potter these days?" Marlene asked as we sat at breakfast together.

"Nothing?" I asked back, not missing how Lily's eyes snapped towards me.

"It's not nothing," Marlene pressed, "You've been spending an awful lot of time together."

"So? Is it that weird that a boy wants to spend time with me?"

"Um, yes." 

I gave her look at her blunt reply. "Well, it's true! You hardly ever have a boy paying so much attention to you. It's interesting." I tried to pretend that her words didn't sting. "Besides, it's Potter! He is in love with Lily."

"Well, it's not like we are being romantic in any way," I mumbled into my croissant (except for wishful thinking), "We are just friends."

"All of a sudden?"

"It just came about. What about it?" I said with an eyeroll.

"I'm just saying it's weird," Marlene muttered, "Not only has Potter started hanging around you all the time he has also stopped pursuing Lily. After all these years!" She leaned forward to whisper, "What if he is going to try asking you out from now on?" I almost choked on my coffee, coughing heavily.

"Honestly Marlene, your imagination is shocking sometimes," I said with a raspy voice. Marlene huffed, leaning back as she turned her attention back to her food, "Say what you want, I think my theory is not that off."

I just rolled my eyes. Lily stayed surprisingly quiet.

After dinner, I strolled through the halls with another bag of sweets ready in my hands as I thought over how to convince Madam Pomfrey with more than just repeatedly saying 'please'.

Knocking at the big wooden door, I opened to reveal the Hospital Wing surprisingly empty. "Wow, this must be the first time you don't have to tend to a student for once," I made myself known as I walked in leisurely, swinging the bag of sweets in my hands pointedly.

"Miss Grant, I do not have time for you. Please leave right now," Madam Pomfrey immediately cut off any attempt from my side.

"But you don't have any-"

"I'm really serious, Miss Grant," she said sternly, "I do not have the patience for your nonsense. Leave!"

I gave her an almost hurt – or rather scared – look when I noticed the curtains drawn around a bed in the far corner of the room. 'Huh, isn't so empty after all.' "Now!" I swiftly followed her orders.

Walking back towards the Common Room with a sullen glare at everyone passing by I was surprised to not see James waiting at the fireplace this time. I was even more surprised at the amount of disappointment I felt at the realisation. Sighing heavily, I plopped down on an armchair, deciding that I should wait for him for once, dropping the bag of sweets on the small table.

I stared at the fire for a long time, slowly curling myself into the soft leather as a yawn escaped me, thoughts mindlessly passing through my head and before I knew it, my eyes had drifted close.

I woke up to the feeling of something warm being draped over me, my lids fluttering back open after what felt like only a minute but was definitely longer according to the dimmed fireplace. I glanced around with drowsy eyes until a figure knelt down in front of me, revealing the one person I had been waiting for.

"Hey Grant," the messy-haired boy whispered gently.

"Hey James," I muttered back, snuggling further into the blanket, "What time is it?"

"Well past midnight," he replied, pushing a strand of hair back that had fallen over my face at my shuffling, "You drooled all over the leather."

"Did not," I denied, wiping the corner of my mouth and he chuckled quietly, "Where have you been anyway?"

"Just out and about with the lads. You know, causing trouble," he said with grin before his gaze softened, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I hadn't expected you to wait this long."

"I wouldn't have if I hadn't fallen asleep," I retorted and he smirked, "Sure." I blushed. I really would have left. At some point. For sure. Clearing my throat, I changed the topic, "Where are the others then? And what have you done this time?"

"Padfoot and Wormtail are already up…Moony, too," he added hastily and I briefly wondered why he seemed nervous when my gaze flickered over to the window.

The moon appeared from behind a cloud, a stark contrast to the black sky. It seemed to have been full last night and descending into the darkness once more; Before it would ascend into a full moon again next month...

The scales fell from my eyes. "…And for what we did, you will just have to wait and see…Grant?" James cut himself off when I sat up, wide awake.

"Of course," I whispered, finally understanding why Madam Pomfrey denied any internships since First Year.

It was because of Remus being a werewolf.

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If I were to guess, I would say a lot of peeps in our year knew about it or at least suspected that something was off with the sandy-haired boy.

Oh, don't act so surprised, I'm not dumb. Even if I hadn't spent much time before with James or the rest of the Marauders before, we were in the same year for Merlin's sake! We had all the classes together and I had Quidditch practice with two members of the infamous group. You think it wouldn't be suspicious at some point how Remus kept getting sick every month like a lady having her period, looking like he got back from war each time like – I repeat – a lady having her period and the Marauders pampering him with chocolate the whole time?

Not to mention, how James would always give us one week off from any practice every month, which was more than out of his normal behaviour. It had brought up my suspicions in the first place around a year ago.

I confirmed it with one night in at the Hospital Wing during a full moon night, overhearing their conversation consisting of 'bad transformation' and 'Wolfsbane Potion'.

"What of course? Hello? Grant? I'm right in front of you and you are ignoring me?" James flicked my forehead.

"James," I exclaimed before I deflated slightly, wondering whether it would be a good idea to tell him I knew. He was deeply protective of his friends and hiding this kind of a secret for Remus must be huge for him.

"Yes?" he pressed, "What is it?"

"Eh…nothing," I said quickly, forcing out a huge and fake yawn, "I have to sleep. Good night!"

"Good night…," he called after me slowly as I raced upstairs, the blanket dropped on his head.

Now that I knew what held the school's matron back from taking anyone in I would surely get the internship if I told her I knew about Remus' secret already. I settled down in my bed with a giddy feeling that didn't have to do with James for once, finally having found a bright light in the dark tunnel.

My wide smile faded slightly though at the thought of the werewolf that was probably at the Hospital Wing right now. Would they ban him from school if they found out that I – and probably others – knew? I was sure, at least Lily would be aware of it being one of the smartest of our year. Not to mention she was a Prefect along with Remus.

I felt conflicted. Should I tell and risk him having to leave the school if Dumbledore deemed it too dangerous that too many knew? I could only imagine the amounts of owls flying into his office with Howler's of concerned parents voicing out their protests of a werewolf staying among their children if they were to find out, no matter how sweet of a person Remus was. I couldn't imagine the Headmaster would actually want to kick him out but I also doubted he would be able to fend off the many complaints in this case. Especially since he had kept it a secret for so many years.

Sighing heavily, I watched the bright light in the dark tunnel fade into nothingness.

The next morning came too soon and with it the pounding headache I woke up to. I refused to get out of bed for half an hour until Lily and Marlene all but dragged me off the bed with my blanket.

Trudging after the two chatting nuisances towards the Great Hall, I cheered up slightly at the prospect of food. But upon hearing the noise volume inside the big room, I wish I had just stayed in bed once again, feeling the loud clatter and talking painfully pierce into my temples. "Ughh," I growled, naturally settling down beside James as the girls sat on my other side, wary of my mood.

"What's up, Grant?" James greeted me cheerfully. I grumbled through the cinnamon roll in my mouth, "Hfsgr alfit ni dhahrt withd tjwis."

He nodded, placing a hand on my shoulder in understanding, "I'm sorry but what?"

I sighed, looking away from him only to face the sole reason I didn't manage to sleep last night, looking as bad as I felt. No, scratch that. He looked worse, a deep-set tiredness visible in his usual bright blue eyes.

"Oi. I don't bother her. My presence is a gift to her," James boasted, causing his and my friends to roll their eyes, "Right, Grant?"

Guilt swapped over me like a wave. Here I was, moody about not being able to appease my parents with an internship I wasn't even sure I wanted when Remus had probably been through a painful night... "Did James bother you again?" the sweet boy asked with quiet amusement, "Don't worry, you will get used to it." I felt ashamed at how he tried to cheer me up when it should be the other way around.

'Merlin, I would suck as a Healer. Better face that sooner than later.'

"Sure, you are the light of my life," I said indifferently, now feeling even worse than before as I looked at the chuckling boy in front of me. 'I really shouldn't complain.' Fishing out the reserved chocolate bar from my robes I handed it towards him as "prepayment for the notes of the upcoming classes".

The lessons came, saw, conquered and soon enough the sun began to set. I was going to do the routinely visit to Madam Pomfrey when I realised I wouldn't need to do that anymore. Sighing, I almost mourned the money I had spent on all the sweets for the matron and how much was still left for her. 'Meh, might as well end the tradition properly,' I thought to myself but decided to just leave the small bag at the door of the Hospital Wing, not bothering to bother her this time.

"You are back early," James announced my arrival loudly as I walked in through the portrait hole, interrupting his talk with Sirius at the fireplace, "How did it go this time?" he asked as he shooed his friend away. The black-haired heartthrob of the school muttered something under his breath before he left with a 'Night, Grant' accompanied with a cheesy smile.

"You didn't have to send him away," I pointed out as I plopped down next to him.

"It's fine, he was just pestering me," James said dismissively, "Has Pomfrey agreed this time?"

"No," I replied shortly, leaning back against the sofa.

"Don't worry, she will at some point."

"No, she won't...," I trailed off, looking away from his brown eyes, "I will stop asking."

"What? Why?" James asked surprised.

I shrugged, "I'm just tired of her saying no all the time."

"Sure, it can be tiring but you can't give up!" James exclaimed and I glanced at him, wondering why he would keep encouraging this if the future of one of his best friends could be at stake here. "Look, I can assure you it will be worth all the rejections once you get what you've always wanted."

"Ah," I hummed, understanding, "you mean Lily."

"Yes."

"But...haven't you given up?"

James blanched, "W-what?"

I raised an eyebrow, "I'm just wondering. You've stopped asking her out."

"Right...I..have given up on her," the boy said, clearing his throat. Wow. He actually said it. It was one thing assuming he would give up on his proclaimed love of the life and another to actually hear him say it.

"How come?" I inquired quietly.

James bit his lip. "I'm just tired of her saying no all the time," he repeated my words almost mechanically.

I laughed. "Then why are you telling me not to give up?"

"Because you haven't tried hard enough."

"Excuse me? Honeydukes?" I protested, indignantly.

"Yeah, yeah, it's a good start," James agreed with an eyeroll, "But you could change your tactic."

"How?"

"Help her when she needs it," he said, "You say she is always busy when you go there. Just start helping her out with small things and she might recognise what she is missing."

I pondered on his words, seeing no wrong in it. Once again, he surprised with how intelligent he could be if he wanted to.

But nonetheless- I sighed, "I will see what I can do."

"Good," James nodded, satisfied.

I looked at him pensively, "When did you realise it?"

"Hm?" he looked at me, "Realise what?"

"That you want to give up on Lily?"

"I do not want to-," he cut himself off, biting his lip, "I did not want to give up."

"But you've realised that you have tried hard enough now?" I asked and his eyes flickered away, nodding slowly.

"Yes...," he said, "I have tried enough."

I looked into the fire, leaning the side of my head against the couch and keeping silent as he sat beside me, deep in thought.

"I mean...it's been so many years," he interrupted the serene quietness around us softly and I peeked at him through the corner of my eyes, "Three years. And she hasn't budged once. Why?" he ran a hand through his hair and I noticed he always did that when he was frustrated.

"I did tell you once that you should get to know her more," I told him, "Be civil."

"I have been civil!" he said hotly, "I haven't asked her out for over a month, kept our interactions polite with nothing more than a hello and bye. Do you know how hard that was?" My eyes widened at his sudden outburst and he caught himself, biting his lip, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...you know."

"Hey, it's all good. We're friends now, right?" I reassured him, patting his back, "You can let it all out. I'm a good secret keeper."

James looked back at me and a tiny smile graced his lips. I tried not to stare at his handsome face for too long.

"Thank you, Cecily."

"You must have kept it all in for a while now," I mused, watching him rub his eyes.

"Yeah, I guess...," he trailed off as he leant back and for once I could catch a glimpse of tiredness in his eyes that hadn't been there before. His lids fluttered close and his tense shoulders slackened. My breath got caught in my throat when I noticed he was starting to relax around me, his guard down when I hadn't even realised it was up.

What it revealed would be something I wouldn't have ever thought about him: a small, vulnerable boy, his heart hurting just as much as anyone else's, who would get rejected by their crush. Probably more so since he would hear it multiple times a day. If any boy I had ever dared to ask out - which wouldn't ever happen because I'm not that much of a Gryffindor - and he would say no to me, I would probably crawl into my bed with a bag of sweets from Honeydukes for at least two weeks. Or until the bag was empty.

I slapped my hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump with a yelp, "What the hell, woman?"

"You are not going to give up, James Potter," I announced gravely, "If you want Lily to become your girlfriend then you are going to do more than try hard enough."

"I have-"

"I'm talking about more than being civil or throwing fireworks around people's eyebrows."

James rolled his eyes, "I told you it wasn't on purpose! Padfoot is lying!"

"Whatever," I dismissed him before turning sirius, "You can feel down about it. But you shouldn't ever give up on something you truly want." James sighed heavily. "You have to at least know that you've really tried everything. And I mean, everything. All is fair in Love and War."

The messy-haired boy stared at me, his glasses shining slightly from the flickering light of the fire that also started reflecting in his eyes, slowly but steadily, "You're right. I won't give up."

"Good," I nodded satisfied.

"As long as you don't, either."

"Hm?"

"You are not going to give up on that internship," James stated, solemnly holding up his little finger, "Pinky promise." Looking from his serious face to his pinky finger, I couldn't help burst, my laughter echoing through the empty Common Room. "OI! Don't laugh at me!" James huffed, still holding his hand up, "This is important."

"I know," I said through my giggles, "It just looked funny to me."

"Oh, I look funny to you?" James said, amusement glinting in his eyes before he suddenly reached for my waist, fast as the Seeker he was, and I protested loudly when he started tickling me, "I will show you funny!"

"James! Stop! No!" I yelped, laughing involuntarily as he kept his tirade up until I was left breathless with laughter, "Please, stop!"

"Alright, alright," James chuckled, his face beaming at my own flushed one as I tried to catch my breath, accutely aware of how close he still was to me. His smile faded slightly as we stared at each other. "Now let's try again," he said more quietly, holding up his pinky once more. I giggled slightly but hooked my own around his, feeling slightly bad that I was going to give him an empty promise. "We won't give up. And whoever does, owes the other one wish." Gulping slightly, I nodded in agreement, wondering what he would wish for since I had already given up.

And I knew he never would.

Chapter Four

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