Hello! It's me the one who requested reader sleepwalking. Can I be sleepwalk anon?
Sorry I didn't know you were overwhelmed by my request yesterday, I was reading the rules carefully and I was like— "ah ok so meaning they can write 4 or more characters, imma request!"
You can do the main sss hedgehog boys for sleepwalking reader or just sonic and shadow, is that makes you comfortable.
Again, sorry for making you overwhelmed!
A/n: yeah, sorry, it's my fault for not making it clear to begin with.
Triple S x reader who sleepwalks
Sonic:
Sonic has a habit of staying up late, so it’s no surprise he’s awake when you begin your sleepwalking. He’s lounging on the couch, watching a movie, when you shuffle out of your room, arms slightly outstretched, your face completely blank.
At first, Sonic thinks you’re just messing with him. Talking to you as if any other normal day. But you don’t respond. Instead, you march straight past him and bump into the coffee table.
Sonic’s grin falters when you mutter something incoherent under your breath, rubbing your knee absently before walking into the wall.
“Wait… are you sleepwalking?” Sonic whispers to himself.
He jumps up and jogs over to you. "Uh, Y/N? You good there, buddy?" He waves a hand in front of your face, but you only mutter again, turning sharply and walking toward the kitchen.
"Alright, this is either going to be really funny or a disaster waiting to happen," though hes not gonna stop you now as hes genuinely curious, so he just continues following you.
He watches in silent amusement as you open the fridge, stare at its contents for a solid thirty seconds, then grab an apple, only to drop it immediately and shuffle away. You make a beeline for the sink, turn on the faucet, and start washing the counter.
"Okay, yeah, this is gold," Sonic mutters, pulling out his phone to record the scene.
When you bump into the kitchen table, mutter again, and sit down in the middle of the floor like it’s the most natural thing in the world, Sonic finally intervenes. He gently steers you back to your room, all the while stifling laughter.
The next morning, you wake up to sonic all up next to you, shoving his phone in your face as you groggily watch the video of yourself sleepwalking, complete with Sonic’s commentary.
"And here we have the rare Sleepwalking Y/N in their natural habitat. Truly majestic. Ten out of ten entertainment."
Silver:
Silver is a light sleeper, so when he hears footsteps at three in the morning, he immediately bolts upright. He’s halfway to activating his psychokinesis when he realizes it’s just you, wandering around aimlessly.
At first, he’s worried. Very worried. Did you have a nightmare? Are you okay? But then he notices your vacant expression and the way you keep bumping into furniture without reacting.
"Wait… are they sleepwalking?"
He watches as you stumble toward the bookshelf, run your hand along it like you’re looking for something, and then pull out a random book. You open it, flip a few pages, and then hold it upside down, muttering something under your breath.
Silver doesn’t know whether to laugh or try to wake you up. Instead, he decides to quietly follow you, just to make sure you don’t hurt yourself. He uses his powers to move objects out of your way as you shuffle around the room. When you trip over your own feet and fall onto the couch, Silver gently places a pillow under your head with his powers, smiling softly.
"You’re so weird," he mutters, sitting down to keep watch.
When you eventually get up and start wandering again, Silver patiently just follows you around the house. Waking up to Silvers sheepish explanation on what happened.
"You were, uh, walking around and muttering stuff," he says. "I didn’t want to wake you up, so I just made sure you didn’t, you know, fall down the stairs or something."
Shadow:
Shadow is not amused. He’s a heavy sleeper, but even he can’t ignore the sound of you knocking over a lamp at three in the morning. He storms out of his room, fully prepared to scold whoever’s causing the commotion, only to freeze when he sees you standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at the floor like it personally offended you.
"Y/N," he says sharply, but you don’t respond. Instead, you turn and start walking toward him, your steps uneven and your expression blank.
"Y/N?" he tries again, still no answer.
You brush past him, muttering something incoherent, and head straight for the couch. You sit down, pick up a throw pillow, and hug it like it’s the most important thing in the world.
Shadow, upon peicing together your sleep walking, stares at you for a long moment, his arms crossed. He debates whether or not to wake you up but ultimately decides against it. Instead, he sits down in a nearby chair and watches you closely, making sure you don’t do anything dangerous.
When you eventually get up and start wandering again, Shadow follows you with a deep scowl. When you try to open the front door, he steps in front of you, his arms crossed.
"You’re not going outside," he says firmly, even though he knows you can’t hear him.
The next morning, he confronts you over breakfast.
"Do you have any idea how much noise you made last night?" he asks, glaring daggers at you.
When you look at him in confusion, he sighs and explains. "You were sleepwalking. You almost walked straight out the door at three in the morning."
ISWM Captain! Reader x Gunther Gunnerson (can be read as platonic or romantic)
Word count: 1,636
Masterlist
Most of the crew didn’t remember a thing about the wormhole and the alternate universes. Mark knew quite a bit, but even the other crew leads could think of little more than vague snippets of arguments and explosions. You figured it was better that way, so you kept all the gory details to yourself and for the most part, that worked for you.
One glaring problem with your plan to bury it all deep in your mind forever was a new habit of yours. You had begun to sleepwalk. Most nights it was just a few minutes spent wandering the halls or even just pacing your personal quarters. Unfortunately, your luck was bound to run out eventually.
Gunther was dragged from his sleep one night by an alarm. At first, he thought it might have been ship wide, calling for a fight of some kind. It took a few seconds to realize that wasn’t the case.
“Computer, what’s goin’ on?”
“The Captain requires your assistance in ADS.”
“What for?”
Gunther stuffed his feet into his boots and shrugged on a jacket. The ship had been colder the last few weeks, which he supposed was at your request. It prevented him from sticking to his sleeveless hoodie, but it wasn’t too much of a bother.
“The Captain requires your assistance in ADS.”
The trigger happy crew lead rolled his eyes and slapped his hand over the scanner to leave his quarters. It was a short trip to the main ADS control room past dim halls and quiet doors. When Gunther pressed the scanner there to enter, he immediately caught the sound of mumbling.
You stood at the control panel with one of the droids stationed beside you. Your helmet, which you almost never left behind, was nowhere in sight. Your sleeping coveralls were rumpled and your hair was a mess. He could see the way your shoulders tensed as you pressed different buttons and scanned through all the security protocols.
“Cap’n?”
You made no move to acknowledge him. He came up to your side and finally caught what you were saying.
“...fix the ADS… then cryo gets a leak… fix the reactor… Event Horizon…”
He slowly raised a hand to rest it on your shoulder, but the Computer spoke up over the intercom again.
“I was instructed to keep this quiet, but there’s little I can do to prevent the Captain from changing or activating protocols manually.”
“Computer, what’s happenin’ to the Captain?”
“They are sleepwalking, Mr. Gunnerson.”
“Does this happen often?”
“...”
“Computer?”
He glared up at the ceiling as you continued pressing keys on the display.
“Semi-regularly. As I said, I was directed to keep it quiet. But I felt this presented some risk and it is within my protocols to alert crew to danger that could fall under their responsibilities.”
Gunther rolled his eyes at the AI’s reasoning and let his hand fall to your shoulder. He’d heard once that it could be a bad idea to wake up someone when they were sleepwalking, but maybe it wouldn’t have to come to that.
“Cap’n.”
You let out a tiny little hum of acknowledgement, though he was sure you didn’t actually know he was there.
“It’s late. There aren’t any asteroids to shoot down. You should get some sleep.”
You didn’t respond, so he reached out with his other hand and turned you around by the shoulders. You barely fought to turn back before letting him take the lead.
“I’ve got an eye on the ADS and all the other leads are watching everything else. Let's just get to your quarters.”
Gunther moved carefully, keeping a slow pace as you stared blankly ahead. He glanced down and noticed your fuzzy socks, hoping you wouldn’t end up stepping on anything that could hurt you.
It took a few minutes to wander back to your room since Gunther was in no mood to follow the Computer’s directions, then he tried to open your door.
“Access denied.”
He put his hand on the scanner again and received the same response.
“Access denied.”
“Computer, cut it out and just-”
“Only the Captain has access to their personal quarters.”
He sighed in irritation and gently took your hand. You kept curling it into a loose fist, so he had to use both hands to straighten it out and press it to the scanner. Once the door slid open with a soft whoosh he gestured for you to go in. You just started to turn back to go down the hall again and he wrapped an arm around your waist.
“C’mon, Cap. It’s time to get some rest.”
Gunther had to admit, he felt a tiny bit awkward going into your personal quarters. He’d never been in anyone’s but his own and you hadn’t exactly given him permission to be here.
Despite his better judgment, he allowed his eyes to scan over the space. Somewhat surprisingly, your room wasn’t much bigger than his. In his time in space, he’d known leaders to give themselves a luxurious room while lower ranked individuals were practically packed in like sardines. But you weren’t just any leader.
You had a few art pieces hung up on the walls; actual physical art, not just digital images. You had a pair of slippers at the foot of your bed while your heavy boots were resting in front of your small closet. There was a desk with both a computer and a tablet, which you had a bad habit of leaving places.
Your bed looked practically unused. The pillows were as plush as if they’d never been touched and the blankets were wrinkled, pulling toward the side of the bed as if you only ever settled on the edge to sit for a moment. Your helmet was resting on the bed just in front of the pillows on the same side.
“Cap, how often do you actually sleep?”
You were still staring ahead, but your eyes seemed drawn to a small reinforced window beside your desk. Mark had learned his lesson when it came to windows on a spaceship, but he took great care to give you a safe view of the stars you so loved.
“Captain. I know I should probably leave ya alone, but I can’t.”
He sat you down on the bed and gently ran his hands down your arms until your hands rested in his. He was kneeling in front of you on the cold steel floor as your eyes slowly closed.
“...fix ADS… fix cryo… fix the reactor…”
“Captain.”
“I can fix it from the outside…”
His brow furrowed in thought. As far as he knew, there wasn’t a cable in the airlock to allow for outside repairs. If you tried to fix anything from outside, if you opened the airlock…
Before he had a moment to consider that it might be a bad idea, Gunther was pulling you into his arms and holding you tight. Your shoulders tensed at first, then relaxed into him as you started to shake slightly. Your mumbling grew more frantic and he just held tighter.
Gunther tentatively rested one hand on your back and ran the other over the back of your head. It took a few minutes, but eventually your breathing evened out and the mumbling stopped. Gunther stayed there for a while longer, just holding you tight and listening to you breath deeply.
“Mr. Gunnerson…”
Gunther tensed up and closed his eyes tight.
“Yeah, Computer?”
He kept his voice low and hoped you wouldn’t hear.
“The Captain’s condition is now stable. It is suggested that you return to your quarters.”
Gunther slowly shuffled into a standing position and slid your legs up onto the bed. You wiggled around a bit and he quickly snatched your helmet out of the way so your head could reach the pillows. He awkwardly reached for the other side of your blankets and simply folded them over you like a lazy burrito. You nestled into it and he fought the urge to smile at the pleasant expression on your face.
You looked more peaceful than he’d ever seen you. Every day you were carrying the weight of your world on your shoulders; the 100,000 souls in cryo, the entire crew, and the fate of the new planet you were trying to find. For once, none of that seemed to matter. Your forehead smoothed out, your mouth opened just a tiny bit as you breathed, and your body stretched out as if to relieve every bit of tension you’d ever held.
Gunther slowly backed out of the room and the Computer shut the door in front of him. He stood there deep in thought for a moment before starting back towards his own room.
“Computer.”
“Yes, Mr. Gunnerson?”
“Can I install a protocol about the Captain?”
“Your authority allows you to install security protocols that do not interfere with the Captain.”
Gunther pressed his hand to the security pad and stepped into his dimly lit room.
“I need you to alert me whenever the Captain sleepwalks out of their quarters. But don’t tell ‘em.”
“Mr. Gunnerson?”
“I don’t think they’d wanna know. Just let me know when this kinda stuff happens so I can help.”
“Protocol added, Mr. Gunnerson. Would you like to name it?”
Gunther couldn’t help but roll his eyes one more time as he dropped into bed and rolled back up into his blankets.
“Loose Captain Protocol. Now leave me alone.”
Gunther was dead asleep by the time the protocol was filed away and the Computer was left to shut off all the lights and seal your door tight so you wouldn’t try to leave again. Strangely enough, for the first time in weeks, you managed nearly a whole night’s sleep.
Hey bestie 🥰 could i maybe request a part two to this wonderful work of art, but for the dorm leaders (or first years, i dont mind at all :D) this time?
If requests arent already full that is.
Anyways thank you for ur time! I really love ur writing 🥺💖
𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭
| Notes: Hi, anon!~
If you don’t mind, I picked the first years to do first. It’s been a while but I commented on a side-delayed project that would be basically requests that required two options and I choose one to do first or an add character on a request when the normal limit is 3. The thing is: I’ll write to the dorm leaders for this one another time, but I’ll still write for them… it will just take much more time since it won’t be a top moment priority.
Okay, okay. To the request in question! It was so sweet to make. I actually have another “sleep-related” fic in the going so, it all ties together like this huge reader sleepover lol Hope you like it!
Thanks for the request <3 |
Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt x g!n reader who sleepwalks / headcanons / established relationship / sleepwalker reader part 2 / first years / good old fluff / really cozy / use of “you” pronouns
Cherry’s Harvesting 🍒 Masterlist
Five More Minutes
Heartslabyul looked really different at night, Ace liked that. Chaotic air aside, it was a very nice and respectable dorm. But in the shadows of the night, it gained that air of mystery and a certain horror-like aura that Ace found simply irresistible. It was like taking something beloved and colorful from childhood and watching it distort into something dark;
Ace wasn't one to do this all the time because it was against the rules and Riddle would just cut his head off again if he caught him wandering around the dorm during the night but he wasn't getting any sleep and wanted to clear his mind a bit. He couldn't do that with Deuce snoring horrendously in the bed next to his;
Speaking of snoring, Ace felt like he could still hear that sound right next to him as he was walking down the stairs. At one point, he felt a presence pass right below him and as he reached for his cellphone to identify what it was, Ace took a fright — and almost, almost woke up the entire dorm — to discover that you were right there sleeping on the stairs;
“Are you crazy...?! Geez. Easy, Ace, easy. Pull yourself together, dude… pull yourself together!,” Ace held his own face, trying to absorb better what was happening in front of him. Or below, theoretically. He looked at you once more, still surprised that you seemed so peaceful sleeping on that steps;
When you told Ace that you had sleepwalking problems, he understood the situation but found a bit exaggerated your comment that sometimes you walked so much in your sleep that you woke up in the most inhospitable places possible. It's kind of insane to think about, right? Apparently not. And Ace could only gasp at you for a solid minute;
After that minute, Ace sighed and tried to find a way to pick you up and hold his phone’s flashlight at the same time. Because it was one thing to wander around Heartslabyul alone in the dark, another thing to go through a staircase with someone who is sleeping. But Ace is a good boyfriend and he wasn't going to just leave you there on the stairs, in the cold and on the most uncomfortable floor in the world;
Ace put you on one of the sofas in the lounge, letting you use his favorite cushion as a backrest — he liked that cushion, it was soft, and he always had a way of grabbing it before anyone else when everyone gathered there. In perspective, Ace had no idea how to handle this situation. He didn't have much experience with dating, let alone sleepwalking;
But after a while, Ace woke you up and calmed you down when you worried that you two would get in trouble for meeting in the middle of the night — even if by accident. Ace accompanied you to the Ramshackle dorm and had that moment to appease his mind that he was looking for;
Ace ended up sleeping on the couch in the living room, having a good feeling of nostalgia after saying goodbye to you with a kiss goodnight and a question if he really couldn't sleep with you — you know, just for safety’s sake. At least this time, he got a laugh out of you. The next day Trey came over to ask what happened but luckily Ace kept his head in place for the rest of the day;
This experience made him do a little research on sleepwalking and recommend teas that would help you sleep better. Since it's not all roses, Ace definitely jokes a little about it just to make you relax. Some jokes are pretty creative, at least. Like he'll find you someday sleeping on your head in his room or something;
And... your unconscious took it very seriously. Ace first felt a foot on his face and as he sat down, he discovered your body facing inversely to his position. He yawned, too sleepy to think about what to do and left you there. You both would get in such trouble, for sure. But Ace just put it aside, hugged your shins and went back to sleep.
Deuce’s mother used to say: “all good things to those who wake up early.” And even though he was already several times late for school throughout his pre-teen years, Deuce wanted to do his best in high school and get up early. It was his turn in the task of taking care of the flamingos and he wanted to solve everything as soon as possible;
Deuce grabbed his pink leopard-print jumpsuit, put on gloves, and set off for his mission at the time one would normally hear the rooster crow for the first time. The Sun hadn’t yet fully risen, but it was much clearer than the nightly hours allowed. He passed quietly through the silent and at that moment, gray dormitory. He almost missed hearing Ace complaining by his side;
Deuce went to the special garden assigned to flamingos and hedgehogs, calm because he was more used to this task. But to find you sleeping there in the center of the garden was a big surprise. Deuce saw how hedgehogs were trying to protect you from curious flamingos, some even ready to peck you for your insolence — they were the ones that Deuce had the least tact to deal with;
“Shoo-shoo! If you do anything, we'll have fried flamingos for lunch!,” Deuce threatened those graceful-legged birds, pounding his fist into his hand as if he were defending you from a gang. Some flamingos cawed at him but they got out of there and he could get closer to you;
All that confusion didn't seem to make much difference to your sleepy state. The most you did was stretch out and shrug a little when turning to the side, scaring the smaller hedgehogs. Deuce brought your body closer to him and deposited your head on his thigh, a place a little more comfortable than the garden’s grass;
You had commented before about your sleepwalking with Deuce and seeing you in this situation, he had no doubt that you would really end up in the strangest places when you walk around sleeping. He cleaned you a little from dirt and tried to wake you up. On the first try, you just mistook Deuce for a pillow and clung to his torso to get some more sleep;
Deuce needed a moment to regain his composure. One flamingo seemed to say something to the others and he felt as if the group was laughing at his red face. Deuce tried one more time and you finally got a little sense of where you were. Since it was still morning, Deuce told you to sleep on the bench while he went to take care of the flamingos;
Deuce tried to act as if you hadn't squeezed him for a moment like a stuffed animal but you could tell he was anxious about something just the same. It was a good moment of silence, at least. You didn’t go back to sleep, concentrating on watching Deuce feeding the animals and you smiled alone;
Deuce didn’t understand much about sleepwalking but he sought to seek more on the subject. At least to know what you needed. The class that morning went pretty smoothly, but Deuce worried about the way you were almost falling asleep on top of Grim. He wanted you to get a normal night's sleep at one time or another;
A few days later, Deuce woke up early again. Not to feed the flamingos but to check on you at Ramshackle. Deuce didn't consider himself the author of many good ideas, but he was glad he thought of doing so. After all, he found you sleeping next to the portal that led to Heartslabyul;
Deuce snuggled you into his arms and led you back to your dorm. He put you back in bed, straightened your blanket and put Grim next to you — the little monster wouldn't admit it but he would miss you when you leave like that to walk around. Deuce sat in an old armchair nearby, watching you sleep more comfortably. He couldn't stop a sweet smile from escaping.
Jack was never one to wake up in the middle of the night. His sleep schedule was as neat and well-organized as his studies. It might not be perfect, but it was the best he had come up with so far. But he ended up hearing a noise in the distance, too strange to be something natural or be someone from the dorm itself;
None of Jack’s roommates seemed shaken by the sudden noise, but he couldn't sleep until he found out what it was. Jack went outside and took a deep breath, sniffing the various smells and aromas present there. Then he came across your scent and followed it in the direction of the magift stadium they had in Savanaclaw;
He went up the stone staircase and found you there at the entrance, sleeping so soundly that it didn't even seem like you were lying in the dust. Jack needed a moment. You had already told about your sleepwalking problem before, yet it was a different thing to actually witness it. Jack turned to where your trail began, surprised that you walked from Ramshackle to there without knowing it;
“Hunf, everytime you get into a mess and for what?,” Jack sighed. Despite these words, he took you in his arms with all the care in the world, gently slapping the dust away from you and drying the drool that dripped from the corner of your mouth. He would worry later if the others would ask questions tomorrow when they notice faint traces of your scent over there;
The most important thing at that moment was to take you back to your dorm. Jack made his way out of the Mirror Chamber, holding you deftly close to him so you wouldn't feel the rush of his running. He didn't want you to wake up scared because you weren't in your room;
But when Jack put you back in bed, you ended up waking up just the same. All because you felt that cozy warmth of a few minutes ago suddenly leave you. You opened your eyes and Jack was still there, worried. He explained to you what happened and advised you to go back to sleep;
Jack might not admit that he was a careful boyfriend, but you could tell by the way he tucked you under the covers and ran his hand lightly across your face. He had a small smile on his face. Protective, but not paternal. Just caring. It was a sweetness that only Jack was able to express in his actions. You went back to sleep a bit better after that;
In the days that followed, Jack researched a few more things about sleepwalking and tried to come up with the best number of possible solutions to help you. He went so far as to ask Leona if there was any special secret to him getting enough sleep and the only answer he got was “get a nephew and half a dozen people who make your life unbearable.” Huh, one person with issues at a time;
You two talk a little bit about it from time to time. You realize that Jack cares about you and that's very kind of him — even if he tries to tell you that it's just his role as your partner in life. Whether in big or small problems, Jack would like to help you in any way possible;
On a certain Full Moon night, Jack ended up spending past the hour with his running exercises around the school after dinner and homework. It wasn't too late, but you should be asleep by now. He went to the Ramshackle to check and his fear was right: you weren't in your bed. When Jack passed through the dorm’s gate, he found Grim who guided him to where you were sleeping;
Few things surprise Jack but seeing you riding on the King of Beast’s statue and snoring softly at its stone back was something he wasn't expecting. No wonder Grim was worried, he couldn't get you out of there. First: how did you get there?! Jack would ask you in the morning. But he managed to rescue you and return to your room, where he was determined to guard your sleep just in case — and see you dream away, but that's beside the point!
It all started when Epel woke up in the middle of the night hungry. Dinner the day before had been a lackluster and he got so busy with the extensive math homework that Crewel gave that he didn’t remember to make his secret apple snacktime. Now all that remained to do was to leave his room as quietly as possible and sneak into the kitchen to find something;
He didn’t have any with him. Epel had to wait another week for the next packet of apples from Harveston to reach him, which would make it easier to store in the room. “Meemaw” always enchanted the crates with a special magic that preserved the fruits for a longer time and prevented insects from infesting them. This was very useful when left beside his bed;
Epel controlled a sigh halfway through. He didn't want to do any of that, but what to do when all of Pomefiore’s students considered dishes with an eight-centimeter food as a meal? But Epel had to put his complaints aside because he heard a small noise. Luckily it was weak enough for no one upstairs to notice;
Or so he hoped. Sneaking into the direction of the lounge room where the sound had come from, Epel turned on his cell phone flashlight and to his immense surprise, it was just you. What ended up scaring Epel, however, was when his mind — now not so sleepy — processed that you were there, sleeping on Vil’s throne;
“What in tarnation! Ya want our hearts on a darn box or what…,” Epel suddenly covered his mouth, trying to calm down. If he had scheduled one night to break every possible rule of Pomefiore, he wouldn't have gotten away with it so easily. Epel approached you and remembered the first time you told him about your sleepwalking;
This has been a while since you all had to stay together in Ramshackle to train for VDC. Epel had heard you leave the dorm and went after you only to find that you were walking in your sleep. Your luck was that Epel already had some experience with it. His aunt went through a sleepwalking phase when he was very young and the whole family would turn to help her anytime;
You were sleeping very peacefully, your legs resting on the right arm of the throne. Epel ended up smiling as he watched you. It would be a pity to interrupt your so serene sleep, you looked lovely and innocent like that — funny enough, you were doing something that could bring a lot of trouble. Bless your heart, would you actually be the “bad influence” of your relationship?;
When Epel woke you up, the first thing you saw was his smile as if he was quietly chuckling. After the initial panic of knowing where you were and Epel’s confident words that everything would be fine, you two went to the kitchen, picked some apples and Epel accompanied you back to Ramshackle. He couldn’t spend the night there but, would ensure you returned safely;
It was a very unusual night but Epel had fun anyway. You said goodbye with a kiss at the Ramshackle’s gate and Epel assured you that you weren't bothering him. Even if he narrowly escaped being called out, it would be worth it for being helping and taking care of you;
Luckily for Epel, no one seemed to notice anything strange the next morning. Rook was smiling more than usual at him, but nothing that made Vil look for answers. Epel called his family in Harveston and asked for some advice on how to help you with your sleepwalking, anything that could ensure you a healthy night's sleep;
After all, one night, Epel found you asleep again. He had stayed up late to finish a history report and heard you walking around the dorm. Epel stopped you from entering the potions basement and, with care, he guided you back to your dorm. He was running out of patience to sleep in his room and decided that it would be better to stay by your side — a pleasant solution like apple tea.
Sebek had been the only one left in the training room after 10 p.m. He practiced sword techniques for another hour and when he finally managed to cut off the head of a test dummy, Sebek was satisfied. At the time he yawned, he started to feel a little sleepy and decided to go back;
As Lilia says, an excellent guard also needs to get a good night of sleep and Sebek didn’t intend to disappoint him in this task. He put away the swords he used, closed and locked the room. But as he passed through the Diasomnia’s lounge, he saw a strange figure being illuminated by the greenish flames of the room candles and quickly became alert;
With his wand in hand, Sebek carefully approached the stranger who seemed to be motionless. The emerald light from the fireplace helped the boy finally recognize you. You were lying on a large couch nearby, warmed by the fire and comforted in that furniture worthy of a prince’s castle. Sebek sighed loudly, putting away the wand and putting his hand to his heart;
He had been by a thread of attacking his beloved in believing that it was a killer who could injure the Young Master. “How careless I am! I would never forgive myself if I hurt you, but what are you doing here?!,” Sebek asked despite the fact that you were in such a heavy sleep that it would be impossible to answer;
Sebek then understood. But of course! You sleepwalked! For a solid moment, he had forgotten what you told him about this strange problem of walking while sleeping, resulting sometimes in you walking to the most unusual places. It was similar to Silver’s condition — with the only strong difference that he at least stood where he had slept;
Suddenly, you moved but it was only to change your position on the couch. You had no idea where you were. Sebek then leaned against the arm of the couch, contemplating what to do to help you while watching your sleep. You were so peaceful there, sleeping like a beauty. Sebek couldn’t prevent a docile smile from appearing on his lips;
Carefully, Sebek crouched close to you and deposited a small kiss on your forehead, just before actually trying to wake you up. When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Sebek’s gaze on you, he seemed strangely quiet. You started to apologize but he put a finger to your lips. It was all right, he understood;
Sebek escorted you back to Ramshackle and even though you didn't want to bother him beyond necessary, Sebek decided to sleep on the living room’s couch just in case you had another episode of sleepwalking during the night. He would explain the situation to Malleus and Lilia in the morning and everything would work out — the two faes could bring out his uniform after all;
From that day on, Sebek began to look for more about sleepwalking, causes, precautions and treatments. It didn't matter to him whether it was a disorder or a curse, he was willing to do anything to help you face this situation. Sebek's support was always welcomed and you rejoiced at his enthusiasm;
In fact, in another time — in which you two hadn’t yet fallen in love — Sebek would have quarreled with you for appearing on Diasomnia uninvited. However, he found himself thinking about the possibility that you might want to visit him unconsciously while you were asleep and that was already enough to warm his face any time he reflected on it;
One night, you showed up again at the dorm and it was Sebek who found you again, fortunately. Practically at the witching hour, Sebek suddenly woke up and left the room to check the hallways. You were lying at the top of the staircase leading to the first-years’ rooms, relaxed as ever. Sebek pulled himself together and led you to the lounge, where at least you wouldn’t come into contact with the cold floor. This time he slept sitting on the couch, your head resting on his thigh — a strange but comfortably familiar pillow.
