Helloo! Guess what? Someone left a couple request on my last one-shot and I can get to work with writing them for you \(^w^)/ YAY

May I (un)proudly present to you:

Insomnious!Reader x Midnight

*Insomnious means someone who suffers from insomnia, or sleeping disorder: In`som'ni`ous. 1. Restless; sleepless.*

You laid on your bed peacefully, listening to the city waking up. The streets outside were slowly bustling with early birds on their way to do whatever they usually did on a Saturday morning. You yawned and blinked a few times before decided that it was time to 'wake up', not that you slept anyway.

You dragged your tired limbs out of bed and strolled over to the tiny kitchen in your apartment. After taking out some leftover take-out, you decided that it wasn't worth warming it up before eating it, so you just took a spoon and sat on the couch in silence. While eating away at your breakfast, you stared out of the window. The sky was turning brighter by the minute and the sun finally began to show itself through the dark clouds.
"Guess it's time to kill." You said, referring to the demons you usually killed around the next village.
Ever since the mayor granted your favour, this was how you repaid him. Although you enjoyed it sometimes, it was a hindrance. The demons came back every time again, never leaving the nest. The small ones still felt the instinct of returning after being born someplace else. Unfortunately for you, that meant hunting. Even when getting a reasonable refund from the mayor himself, it was hardly enough to keep you going. A person just needed something else in her life, right? It had been enough, you decided.
This time for real; you were going tell Duroro off. You had been busy paying him back for that favour for almost five full years now and you were finally getting fed up with it.

After dumping the rest of your meal in the trashcan you showered quickly and packed a backpack with clean clothes. No need for food since you'd learned how to live off nature's supplies while hunting down those beasts.
You were about to leave when you realised that you hadn't taken your pills with you. Sighing you ran up the stairs and took the medicine from your nightstand, scowling at the tiny bottle as you jammed it in your bag. I hate you. You mentally scolded the stuff and proceeded back downstairs.

*Small skip: Afternoon in Tikay Village (A/n: yeah, I made that up T^T)*

"Absolutely not." Mayor Duroro flipped you off. You stared at him with unbelievable eyes. After your trip all the way here, determined at being able to convince him, he said no? You squinted at the shorter man.
"And why not?" you spat at him, hoping to intimidate him enough to let you go. You were not planning on hunting the demons tonight. Or ever.
"Because I granted you a favour, as a mayor; that is a pretty big deal (y/n). And you of all people should understand, shouldn't you?" Duroro scolded and adjusted his glasses.
You heaved a sigh and mentally rolled your eyes.
"I have been doing this for almost five years, Duroro. Please, remove the link." you pleaded, desperate to be free, but Duroro only smirked and turned around to leave.
"I am not able to, (y/n) dear. You know very well, yourself." He laughed and stalked out of his office, leaving you staring dumfounded at the double-doors.
"For fuck's sake!" you cussed under your breath and ran out of the mayor's office as well.

As you made your way back to your hotel room in Tikay Village, you reflected back on the favour you asked the mayor years back.

"I-I ... I need you to do something for me, Uncle." You asked Duroro. Being blood-related, you thought, might give you a better chance at succeeding in whatever you were about to do.
"What is it child?" your uncle asked carefully, afraid of what a small child like you may want.
"Can ... can you erase Mom's and Dad's memories of me?" you begged.
Duroro was staring at you, mouth hanging wide open and his eyes were frantically searching your face for any traces of a this being a joke.
You stared right back with the most serious and urgent mask you could master.
"And why would that be, (y/n)" he asked once he'd gained his posture again.
"Just because." You stated weakly and your uncle laughed. You stubbornly crossed your arms and forced Dudoro to look you in the eye.
"They would be better off without me, Uncle." You pleaded.

You had never explained exactly why you wanted your parent's memories of you to be erased, and clearly, Duroro was still having problems with that, but he had no problems doing as you asked. And he had eventually erased their memories.
You heaved a tired sigh when you saw the hotel coming into view, already feeling tired from today.

*Time Skip: nightfall Tikay Village*

While tossing and turning in your bed, you tried to catch some sleep, but all the fatigue you'd felt not long ago vanished like snow for the sun when you'd entered your hotel room.
"Jeez..." you muttered, getting out of bed. You silently made your way over to the balcony and opened the double doors quietly, not intending on waking up any neighbours.
The curtains flew around your body when you stepped through the doorway and your feet made contact with the cold concrete. You looked up as you stepped closer to the railing and admired the sky.
Night time was certainly your favourite time of the day, even after all the sleepless nights you had had. It was the stars that could calm your nerves. You forgave night for existing, it wasn't his fault that you simply couldn't sleep at night.
Tikay Village certainly gave a whole new view to the stars, since it was a small village they weren't bothered by light pollution. City lights and the like drowning out the starlight were a bigger problem in the large towns, not in Tikay. So you were able to enjoy many more stars than usual.
But after a while of staring in the distance, the view became blurry and you blinked a couple times, hoping that it was your imagination playing tricks on you. M-Mom? You squinted in the dark and could make out a faint figure that looked strikingly like the mother whose memories you'd erased. Or rather, Duroro had erased.
"What the hell.." you whispered under your breath and stared in horror as another figure joined your mother.
Thousands of memories flashed in front of your eyes and you shook your head. Not wanting to remember the way your mother would tuck her hair behind her ear with her pinky , or how your father would always crack his knuckles when he was nervous. The little things you never thought you'd remember were all coming back at you.

"Dad.." you breathed and you took a couple steps back in astonishment. Your feet caught on the doorstep and you fell backwards inside the room. Your parents were now standing in front of you on the balcony.
"(Y/n)" your mother began and a loving smile grazed her features, although it wasn't quite reaching her eyes, you felt frozen in place.
"Y-you remember me?" you whispered and your mother nodded, clasping her hands in front of her.
"Meira, leave her alone. We're not here to talk." Your father boomed at your mother and all of a sudden a new sort of aura raise between the three of you.
"Well, why are you here then?" you said, springing to your feet immediately. Your father just cackled and you squinted. There's no way that these are my parents, you thought grimly.
"We came to retrieve something of ours." Your father boomed and stepped forward, but got held back by someone pulling his sleeve.
"Wait, Jean. You can ask politely, dear." Meira spoke softly and although your father's anger was sparking off him, his face fell and he smiled down at his wife.
"Of course." Jean nodded, gesturing for his wife to go first. "After you, milady." And he chuckled.
(E/c) eyes wide, breath quickening, you stood there. Unmoving in a defensive stance. Afraid of your own parents. Whose memories you decided to erase! You reminded yourself.
And then it all fell into place; they wanted your memories. No, not just your memories, you shook your head. They wanted your memories of them.
But how did they know who you were? How did they know where you were staying? That you were the child they were looking for?
You desperately glanced around, looking for an escape route as all these questions clouded your thoughts. You gazed past your parents and mentally scolded yourself for seeing that as an only option. The balcony.
Making up your mind, you took a deep breath and sprinted the few metres between you and your freedom. You roughly pushed them aside and jumped over the railing in one quick and uncoordinated jump.
But it was too late to go back. You'd jumped. And you were most definitely going to die.

*Time Skip:?*

The first thing you fell when you came to your senses was nothing. Complete, and real, nothing. Then again, after that little moment of bliss, everything hit you like a bus.
Going back to Tikay Village. Duroro not removing the link that bounded you to him when you vowed to pay him back. You unable to sleep and going out onto the balcony. Your parents appearing out of nowhere. Them wanting your memories. And you trying to escape.
Escape... suddenly your eyes shot open and you sat up, your head pounding.
You'd escaped, but by jumping off a seventh floor balcony. You weren't supposed to be alive.
Your hands carefully reached for your face and it touched the cool skin on your cheeks. Next were your arms and you stared at your hands. Definitely your own hands, complete with the little half moon-shaped scar on the inside of your wrist and the black markings of Duroro's link on your other wrist.

"Enjoying the feel of yourself?" a voice came from somewhere in the dimly lit room. You flinched slightly at the sudden sound and scanned the area, but you were too weak to move.
"You barely lived, you know." The bored voice spoke and you gazed in the direction of the sound.
"Who are you." You stated, although a little hoarse, it still sounded powerful and you were glad. Looking weak in front of a possible opponent was never a good thing.
"They call me Midnight." The voice answered and you scrunched your nose. Midnight? Is he messing with me?
"Okay, 12a.m. How about you tell me where I am?" you huffed, struggling to get the many blankets off you.
"12a.m." the voice repeated, ".. funny."
"You're in my lair." The voice said and you were finally able to notice it was masculine.
"Lair, huh?" you scoffed and looked around a bit, although you couldn't see a thing. Including your capturer.
"Why did you take me?" you asked, sitting on the edge of, what you thought was, the bed.
"Would you rather I had left you bleeding on the street with two people trying to kill you?" he answered, again his voice laced with boredom.
You were stunned, to say the least. He, whatever his name really was, had been the one to rescue you?
"No I wouldn't." You said coolly but the attitude quickly fell when you realised what he'd said.
"And they... they weren't going to kill me.." you paused, "..I think."
The man chuckled and it sounded strangely childlike, but it was nice to hear that he still had some feelings.
"You think?" he repeated, curiosity clear in his rising voice.
"Y-yeah... um.. they just wanted my memories. That's all." You said like it wasn't a big deal at all, but it was.
"Hmm..." the man hummed and you heard him move around before you could see his movements.
"What's your name?" he asked, and the sound of water filled your ears. Licking your lips in anticipation, you answered him,
"(F/n)..(L/n)"
"Here." he said, handing over a glass of sparkling water. Your mystery-man had just shown himself and you had to keep yourself from staring as you took the glass.
His hair was pitch-black, but as he looked to the side to grab something, you could see the streaks of white contrasting the black. Two separate locks of hair hung loose at the side of his face, braided down. One of the braids was decorated with five red beads and you briefly wondered why.
His eyes were lined and you found it weirdly alluring. His lips were dark, almost as if he was wearing lipstick, but you only just noticed how cold it was in the room and you shivered as you took in more of his being.
"You're cold." He said it as a statement, not asking and when he leaned over the bed to grab a blanket, you saw the muscles on his back move beneath the fabric of his vest. Your eyes were feasting on the sight and you nearly choked on your water when he handed you the blanket.
More like, draped the fluffy thing around your shoulders as you stared at the flexing muscles in his arms.

"Aren't you cold?" you asked him after a while and he just shook his head. Which you could see now, since he'd lit a candle and seated himself opposite you against the wall.
His pose was yet another thing you couldn't get enough of.
Legs and arms crossed, head down and his eyes closed. It looked like he was sleeping somehow. That can't be comfortable, you thought guiltily when you realised you were the one in his bed, after all.
"Really? Your lips are purple and you're shivering." You taunted and he raised his head to look at you.
"You seem persistent on me ending up with you in that bed." He said and your eyes widened.
"Wha.. what?!" you got out and he flashed a grin.
"Come on. It's practically the only source of heat." And with that he closed his eyes again, satisfied smirk on his face.
"Jerk." You mumbled and didn't miss him huffing.

After a while you got fed up with the sound of his teeth clattering and you stood up to tug at his arm.
"12a.m." you whispered, but you got no reaction. It was as if the cold didn't bother him and he just went to sleep.
"Helloo~?" you waved a hand in front of his face, already knowing that it was no use because of course, he slept like any other person. With his eyes closed.
You strolled back to the bed, took a couple blankets from it and turned towards the sleeping figure.
"(Y/n), you're going to freeze to death if you put that on me." The man said and you yelped, leaping back, immediately in a defensive stance. Again. It was your natural reaction when being startled. Or afraid.
In this case you were both.
"What? Of course not. I've been through worse." You walked over to him and put the blankets around him. You stepped back, admiring your work.
"What are you doing?" he asked, voice muffled by the fabric. You'd done a perfect job at wrapping him up like a caterpillar in a cocoon. You giggled and held your stomach, watching the man who called himself 'Midnight' struggle to get out of his cocoon.
When he finally succeeded, you couldn't help but like the way his face was scrunched up in annoyance.
"And the butterfly is free to go!" you giggled some more before collapsing on the bed.
"It's too early to deal with your sense of humour." He sighed and made his way over to you, the blankets dragging behind him.
Without a word he threw the blankets on the bed and walked back to his spot by the wall.

It was quiet for a couple hours, but knowing you didn't sleep anyway, you just stared out of the window. Laying on your stomach, feet in the air and head resting on your palms. The window gave a perfect view of the moon and you were once again, lost in thoughts, gazing at the stars.
"Hey." A voice broke through your trance, but you didn't flinch this time. You just turned your head to look at him.
"Aren't you going to sleep?" he asked, getting up from his spot.
You tiredly shook your head. You probably would've slept today, if you just had the pills but you didn't, so it wouldn't work out for you.
"What? Why not?" you shrugged and kept staring out of the window.
"(Y/n)?" he started and sat beside you on the bed, careful to keep his distance.
"12a.m. Is that really your name? 'Midnight'?" you asked curiously, turning onto your back to see him shaking his head.
"No, it's Macbeth and stop avoiding the question already." He said, crossing his arms in that familiar manner.
"Macbeth..." you repeated slowly, letting the name roll over your tongue.
"Yeah?" he breathed and you smiled but it disappeared immediately after.
"I can't sleep." You answered his question from before and rolled back onto your stomach.
"Why not?" Macbeth whispered and you were very aware of the shiver running down your back. Not from the cold either.
"Haven't been able to for almost..." you paused to think, ".. for almost four years, maybe longer." You were never openly talking about your insomnia, but who cared. You were probably destined to work for Duroro for the rest of your life, or get robbed of your memories to be killed by your parents after.
"Four years?!" Macbeth exclaimed surprised. He looked down at you in concern.
"You haven't slept in four years?" you had to laugh at this and shook your head.
"No.. I have just haven't slept properly in four years." You sighed and turned around to sit in front of Macbeth.
"I have these pills, they help me sleep... but they only work during full moon. The Ethernanos inside get activated only then." You smiled at him in sad sort of way but it wasn't really what you felt.
You just felt really tired and Macbeth looked so handsome in this light.
"Ethernanos? But how –" you cut him off by explaining the whole ordeal.
"The medicine is especially for mages, they take the Ethernano particles from the atmosphere and mix them with other substances to form those pills. I think.. it was all explained to me once, but I forget things fast." You chuckled at yourself and looked up at the ceiling.
"To top it all off, my own parents are trying to kill me." You whispered and blinked before any tears could escape.
"About that.." Macbeth started calmly and you looked at him.
"..I'm not fond of the Magic Council, but I found your parents suspicious enough to inform Lahar. He's –"
"The Head Captain of the Custody Enforcement Unit, I know." You continued in surprise.
"Wait, Macbeth, why would you do something like that?" you asked warily.
"I have really no idea, but I just disliked your parents from the moment they watched you jump down, no offense." He answered evenly and you grinned.
"None taken, they weren't the same as when I was younger. I guess taking away their memories was a bad thing." Macbeth looked at loss and you elaborated, not knowing why you were so open to this guy.
"When I was, like, fourteen, I asked my Uncle Duroro to remove my parents' memories of me. Duroro is the mayor of Tikay Village and a mage, by the way. He never asked why and granted my favour without second thoughts. Afterwards, he asked me if I was capable of killing demons." You scoffed and shook your head.
"I said yes. It was the most stupid thing to do, he made me vow to kill those beasts around Tikay until I had fulfilled his wishes. It was his way of making me repay him for removing my parents' memories." You unconsciously rubbed at the black tattoo on your right wrist and were glad that Macbeth hadn't asked why you wanted your parents' memories of you gone. Suddenly you felt Macbeth's hand cover your own. Keeping you from trying to rub the mark off.
"Is that.. " he began but you nodded and he lifted your wrist to inspect it.
"I.. might be able to find someone who could undo it for you." He spoke slowly after a while and you felt yourself go cold all over.
"R-Really? You.. could do that?" you asked with a shaky voice and he let go of your hand.
"I might be able to find someone who could do it, yes." he nodded.

Without warning you jumped at him, arms circling around his neck as he fell back on the bed with you on top. You didn't care that you only just met him. He had helped you more already than anyone in your entire life. You laughed into his shoulder and hugged him tighter.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." You repeated over and over again, unaware of Macbeth's arms snaking up to return the embrace, or the small smile that painted his features.
It was a matter of minutes before you realised what you were doing and released him.
Sitting up, you found out, wasn't better in any way. You just ended up straddling Macbeth who looked up at you with a frown you didn't like, but before you could say sorry or get off of him, he switched places.
You squeaked slightly as he placed your hands over your head and held your wrists. Your heart was pounding in your ears and you desperately hoped that he couldn't feel your pulse. When you were about to ask what he was doing he leaned down and you stared into his dark eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Macbeth asked and you detected the smallest of worry in his usual bored voice.
"I'm happy for the first time in a long while." You answered immediately and shrugged. You showed him a goofy grin and his eyes widened.
"You..." No more words were spoken as Macbeth leaned down and connected your lips with his.

The first thing that entered your mind was how warm his lips were compared to how cold he looked and you decided you didn't mind. The next was that you were actually kissing him. With that thought stuck in your mind you abruptly pulled away.
"(Y/n).." Macbeth breathed and looked at you confused before attempting to get off you. Probably thinking that he did something wrong.
You pulled on his vest and smashed your mouths together again, not caring about the fact that he was still practically a stranger to you. Or that you were still spilling tears.
All you concentrated on were his lips and his hands, that were cold in comparison to his lips. Macbeth had one elbow on the side of your head, the other cupping your cheek like you were made out of porcelain and if he put too much pressure on your skin, it would break.
"Macbeth, I won't break." You assured him and tugged on his hair with your free hand when he kissed you again. This time, his tongue was trailing over your bottom lip and you gasped, giving him the excess he needed. You held onto his vest with the other hand and arched your back when his cold hand slipped underneath your shirt, roaming your side.
Macbeth broke the kiss and trailed long kisses down the side of your neck to your shoulder and when he found your sweet spot you moaned.
Your state of bliss only lasted so long. After a while he pulled back entirely and watched you, all flustered and heated.

"Am I allowed to say that you look adorable?" Macbeth asked and you shook your head with a grin.
"No." You said and rolled on your side, making room for him to lie down.
"You are adorable." He whispered in your ear and hugged you from behind. You squeezed your eyes shut and smiled like a fool.
"Good night 12a.m." you said and turned around to face him.
"Hm good night." He mumbled, too tired to speak. Midnight, huh? You thought to yourself. It was fitting, you supposed. He was probably always sleeping and got tired quickly. He probably couldn't stay up after 12a.m. either.
"You're adorable, too." You huffed and poked his cheek, but got no response. Sighing you snuggled closer and prayed to whatever gods were up there that you would be able to sleep.

And they listened, granting you with one night's full of sleep. For the first time in a long while, you slept like a baby. Loved and your problems on the brink of being solved.

HELL YEAH, another one-shot done! Although I think Midnight is a little OOC here, but whatever he's still a cutie TvT

Okay, so tell me what you think? And if you have suggestions, please tell me!

XOXO (I was listening to this song while writing this omfg)

-Fanfic Devil, out!