ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ - ᴛᴡꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Where you fall asleep in the boys' (or dads') bed for the first time since you have met them, and they were not expecting it.
The post is a reprise of this, but with my favorite side characters.
NOTES: you two are romantically involved already; and with Crewel, Trein and Honest, reader is supposed to be an adult.
He glares at you from his immaculate desk, then leaves the spot without a sound to approach the bed and stare at your peaceful face - at least, at the half of it emerging from under the fur blankets.
His hands on the hips and the lips in a straight line of disapproval and scolding, the professor doesn't wake you up, just narrows his eyes when you snore too loudly and shakes the head at noticing the mess you have made of his always-so-perfect bed. Such a bratty pup...
"Well, dear, tomorrow I will have to take care of your insolence properly" Crewel mutters with no real bite in his words, adjusting the blankets in quick but delicate moves and making himself sure you will be warm and cozy all night long, "so, better for you to be rested and ready to keep up with the training."
He doesn't forget to softly kiss your eyelids before leaving you to your slumber; but don't think he won't forgive your lack of elegance in your sleep positions.
Yes, you and Mozus are in a relationship from more than some time, now, and really happy together; and even if a part of his heart will always ache and feel the void left by his wife's death, you are the second opportunity and blessing love and life gave him, and being with you is so easy... for this, he should not be so embarrassed and surprised of seeing you asleep in his bed, even more because you both are adults.
But, yes, how did it happen?
It leaves a strange taste in his mouth: not bitter, but filled in melancholy and relief at the same time. Of things lost a long time ago, and found again. The same taste someone could feel when life starts making things right and repairing the damage it did.
And even if it's only a start... it's already something. Something important, something to protect. Something beautiful, almost as much as your serene smile half buried against his pillow.
Mozus doesn't join you in the bed, tonight is not made for him to sleep: he has a lot to think about, and to live. So, he quietly sits on the armchair next to the bed and watches the stars borning and fading in the quiet black, leaving his space on the bed to Lucius (who doesn't lose a single moment before curling against your side and purring in satisfaction).
For tonight, it goes like this. And what will follow, it's all yours to dance.
"Uh? Who told you my bed was free? What a greedy soul..."
Fellow's voice manages to shake you just for a moment, but doesn't break your sleep; you mumble something incoherent, followed by a giggle coming from whatever world you are dreaming of, and turn onto your other side. Not a single bother for the actions and the presence of the beast man standing next to the bed, staring at you in disbelief.
He was expecting everything from your strange disappearance during the evening; everything, but not to find you under his blankets, arms and legs sprawled like a baby, snoring with the same peace of an angel. The last place Honest thought your always tidy, composed and perfect self would have enjoyed is this... but he's not that annoyed by the fact.
"... You know what? Fine. Stay. But don't think I'll sleep on the floor, not even for you, pretty head."
With his usual theatrical manners, the fox moves away the blankets to enter the bed, still careful to not wake you up - he doesn't want to hear you grumbling and scolding him, just for this and nothing else eh -, and gently makes some room for himself by taking you in his arms. A proud half grin crosses his face when you put the head on his chest and sink the fingers in his long hair, and he comments on how romantic and sweet you are in your sleep; even if he's the first who strokes your nape and cheeks with his fingertips or the back of the hand, and leaves the most of the blankets to you.
He takes his time before closing his eyes and surrender to the gentle darkness of rest: sleep eludes him, pushed away by the memory of all the nights he spent alone or in the cold with Gidel, not a single act of kindness under the unmoved moon, and by your own body next to him, holding him tightly and keeping on smiling in your wonderful dreams.
Maybe Honest could dare to hope he's in them too; because you definitely are in his. And everything is always better with you around.
"... Oh my... my... is it happening for real?"
Skully doesn't believe his eyes: you, sleeping so calmly and soundly in his bed? Not a care in the world, just... this?
The boy goes around the room, careful to not make a sound, watching you from every angle, his mind not able to fully realize this moment is real: maybe because he always dreamed of it without daring to ask you openly, labelling it as a mere hope... maybe because he never felt himself worth of this.
But now that it's happening? He doesn't know how to react.
He only knows he will let you sleep to your heart's content, leaving the entire bed to you, sacrificing his own rest to not bother yours. He's more than happy like this, the sight of you hugging his pillow is enough to bring a smile on his face in the next months, if not years.
For this, when he approaches the bed to adjust the blankets around your shoulders and you whisper his name, he doesn't hear it at first; but as soon as your hands find his fingers and squeeze them, refusing to let them go, Skully stops; and for the first time, he seriously considers the idea of joining you.
The moment you call his name again, lost in your dreams but somehow still vigil, the gears start turning; and eventually the boy enters the bed, laying down stiff like a mummy to not take your space, and becoming even stiffer when you forget his pillow to hold him instead, cheek pressed against his and your nose buried in his soft hair.
Skully doesn't sleep a single wink all night long, and still he's the happiest soul around in hundred miles range.
Please, take away all his sleep, but never let him go.
"... Uh? What an interesting surprrrrrise..."
Chenya is so used to be the one who sleeps and plays into your bed while you are busy with life, that the other way around is a huge news for him; not that he dislikes it - it only means he has a new pillow (his favorite in no time) for tonight and, he hopes, maybe even for the ones to come.
So, without losing even an inch of his adorable attitude or smile and approaching you nonchalantly, your beloved cat climbs on the bed and curls by your side, gently pushing and shaking your arm with the nose to make you hug him and letting go a contented sigh when you stroke his ears and hair while still sleeping.
Chenya falls in a slumber deeper than yours in any case, and the next morning you are the first to wake up with him still pressed against your body and refusing to get up. You are so soft, it would be a crime not basking and dreaming in your warmth for another hour... or maybe half a day.
