One shots because I can't sleep

☀️ Overtired (Willow x Logan) ☀️

The moonlight filtered gently through the stained glass windows, casting beautiful mosaic patterns across the hallway floors. Willow slowly made her way through the halls, her eyes pulling themselves closed every few seconds, as the moon graced her skin for the fourth night in a row. She knew she wouldn't be able to stay awake much longer and was headed toward the vending machine in hopes of getting another energy drink. With every step the floor felt as though it were swaying beneath her, her legs feeling as though they were made of lead and her vision doubled and swam uncontrollably. It took all her effort just to walk in a straight line which caused her to fall into the walls every few steps, her wings dragging along the floor rather than being held above the dirt. The colours painting the hall were blending together as her head became hard to hold upright. Balancing against the wall, she fought as best she could against her failing muscles to get to her destination, barely one turn away. However before she could catch herself, her knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor, her wings splaying out either side of her body. Barely seconds passed before she fell unconscious, not even enough time to attempt to regain her footing.

Logan POV

Checking his watch, Logan returned to the school at 2:42am, the moonlight basking the building like a soft blanket. As he began making his way through the halls toward his bedroom, he noticed it was suspiciously quiet. Usually he would hear kids giggling or footsteps from Willow around this time but right now it was dead silent. He continued on his route to bed and assumed Willow was either sat somewhere or flying around outside and the kids must be asleep for once. Deciding not to dwell on it, he turned down the hallway to his room and appreciate the chance to sleep in peace and quiet.

However the peace was short lived. Upon entering the hallway, his eyes landed on the unmissable pile of feathers in the middle of the floor. A small pang of panic shot through his chest, had something bad happened? Is that why it was so quiet? He hurried over, the sprawled out form of Willow and her large grey and black wings coming clearly into view, and hastily rolled her onto her side (as best he could without damaging her wings).

"Willow?" he asked as her face came into the light. In that second, he saw the dark circles under her eyes and how pale she was. His chest sunk with a pitiful sigh, she had tried fending off sleep again. This was no surprise to him as he had ushered her to bed multiple times in the past, however she hadn't ever passed out in the halls like this. There must be something she was desperate to forget or avoid re-living in her sleep for this to happen. After making a mental note to question her about it when she was conscious again, he carefully hoisted her up and hooked his arms under her knees and behind her wings so that she was cradled close to his chest, her large feathers dragging along the ground.

He began carrying her off to her bedroom, being careful not to step on her feathers, and passed by many rooms which would usually have giggling or muttering echoing out of, however upon looking in through the cracks he saw that everyone was indeed asleep. A busy day, he assumed. He adjusted his hold on the woman in his arms which caused her to stir slightly and she buried her face into the fabric of his shirt, her wings ruffling reflexively. Each door he passed and turn he took made him silently curse how far apart their rooms were as the discomfort of carrying a person with a pair of giant wings started taking effect. Thankfully he came to the simple door adorned with a badge showing a pair of folded wings came into reach within a short minute. It never failed to astonish him how messy a room could be when the inhabitant was so rarely in it.

Stepping past a pair of discarded shoes and a pile of clothes thrown haphazardly over a trunk, he made his way to her bed (which was equally unkempt). He couldn't help but sigh in frustration at the thought of having to fix the ball of sheets without her wings getting in his way or hurting her by accident. After a moment of staring and measuring the best course of action, he leant over the bed and carefully rolled Willow onto the mattress, her wings sprawled over the edge of the bed as she lay on her side. With his harms now free, he moved to straighten out her blanket. However, when he stood upright, he saw her face pull into a frown and her wings ruffled slightly. Hoping she wouldn't wake, he continued to move around the other side of her bed as quietly as he could as to prevent her stirring further.