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cissyenthusiast010155 · 6 months

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Discipline Kink with Lucienne ~Kinktober 2023

Happy October 25th!!! So close to the finale of Kinktober, Halloween! 🖤🎃 The kink agenda today follows the Discipline Kink. Along with the Librarian of The Endless, Lucienne. Enjoy!! 💜🌗

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Warnings: NSFW, fluff, discipline kink, teasing, orgasm denial, begging, praise, little bit of bratting, punishment, implied praise kink, implied punishment, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Good afternoon…” Lucienne hummed from her desk as you entered the vast library.

“Hey Luci…” you whined lightly.

Lucienne smirked lightly and continued her work, as you came in and had a seat. She knew why you had came. What you wanted…

The woman had been disciplining to quite harshly these past few weeks. She hadn’t let you cum once… and she was making your life with no cumming more and more difficult. And all because you forgot to thank her one time for letting you cum…

But you secretly loved the discipline. And Lucienne knew that. It turned the both of you on. So she would not relent. And you wouldn’t stop begging her to have mercy on you.

“Luci…” you whined, trying to get the librarian to look up from her work and pay attention to you.

“I’m busy right now, Y/N…” Lucienne hummed in a sing songy tone of mock annoyance, “What is it you want?”

“Let me cum…?” You asked with your nicest, most pouty tone possible, your eyes begging the woman to look at you and have pity.

But Lucienne didn’t look up. Not even once.

“Not today…” she hummed, dipping her pen into her ink cartridge and continuing her writing.

“Please… Luci, I need you…” you whimpered.

“You can be patient.” The woman insisted.

“Noooo… Luci, I’m tired!” you exclaimed whiningly, “I ruin every pair of underwear I put on within the hour, I can’t sleep well, I think think straight… I need you…!”

Lucienne chuckled.

“Begging will not help you.” The woman hummed, still not paying much attention to you.

You groaned out in frustration and suddenly stood up. You walked over to her desk and slammed your hands down abruptly. This got Lucienne’s attention…

“Careful…” she warned you in her disciplinary tone, “Choose your next actions wisely…”

You growled playfully before swiping all the papers off of the desk. Lucienne starred at you in shock and awe at your gall. You smirked lightly to yourself.

She was definitely paying attention to you now…

“Pick. It. Up.” Lucienne slowly and calculatingly ordered.

You shook your head.

“Not until you let me cum!” You exclaimed, folding your arms together and pouring your face for extra dramatics.

“Y/N…” The woman said your name with a sharp edge to her tone… “I will not hesitate to punish you…”

You gulped and your eyes widened at her words. Punishment… How bad could it be…? Very very bad with Lucienne it turned out… She could have you limping for weeks from her punishment, and you still wouldn’t have been allowed to cum…

“I—Sorry! My mistake…!!” You exclaimed, scurrying to pick up all the papers.

You quickly placed all the misplaced papers back on the desk and returned your gaze to the librarian.

“Too late, Y/N. You were on my last nerve.” Lucienne stated with an evil little shrug.

“No no I’m sorry…!!” You begged the woman.

Lucienne looked at you with a knowing eye.

“Oh come now… You and I both know you can’t get enough of me spanking you.” She taunted.

Your breath hitched and you blushed.

“Fine. Punish me…” you grumbled.

She was right. You would both love it. You always did. You couldn’t get enough of Lucienne’s discipline…

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spaceagerabbit · 2 years

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listen

just SHHSH listen

if you haven’t yet, listen to the sandman dreamcast on spotify

there’s one by neil gaiman, one for desire, one for cain and abel, one for lucienne, ANDDDD one for morpheus

all of the episodes are the actual actors from the show and let me tell you that listening to dream’s voice to fall asleep was highkey one of the best experiences i’ve ever had bc it was just tom sturridge speaking to the listener and showing them the dreaming in his (hehe) dreamy, soothing voice

(also you don’t even need spotify premium for it and there’s no ads so you and your fantasies won’t be interrupted every 2 minutes)

#dream of the endless #sandman dream #sandman morpheus #dream x you #dream x y/n #dream x reader #morpheus x you #morpheus x y/n #morpheus x reader #sandman desire #desire x you #desire x y/n #desire x reader #sandman lucienne #lucienne x you #lucienne x y/n #lucienne x reader #neil gaiman sandman #neil gaiman

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l0ves1ckf0ol · 2 years

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SANDMAN HEADCANNONS part 1/???

LORD MORPHEUS - general hcs!

he could sleep late and wake up at 6 am and would have zero to no problems in starting the day at that hour.

death calls him 'morphy' as a way to annoy him, he allows her to call him that and her only

had a pet hamster in one way or the other.

is ace (i think its cannon?)

is completely amused by humanity's theories/perspectives in anything that involves, hell or heaven.

he likes his coffee, black but prefers tea

would spend his time reading at the library with lucienne (if he's not busy)

has candles to help him relax when he's alone.

despises the rain

cares about his hair WAYY too much

has a hard time picking out his ootd even though his wardrobe only consists of black of everything, needs lucienne for it sometimes.

intp or intj

would love reggie black

LORD MORPHEUS - romantic hcs!

idk bout yall but i feel like mf is touch starved so cuddles are his go to way of showing affection.

absolutely little to no pda- unless he's jealous so when he is maybe a firm waist hold or a peck on the cheek.

he knows you like his voice so he only shows his teasing side to you.

will never admit that he loves you when you tease him about it but will certainly put someone in their place when he gets jealous

he gets jealous- a lot

"he was looking at you funny."

you both share a small infatuation for lucifer morningstar.

dramatic & overthinks a lot

will never fail to hype you up in lowercase in any situation.

lucienne is yall's love counselor

LUCIENNE - general hcs!

people saw her as strict and grumpy, but was later changed

she doesn't like taking the leader role but it makes her feel better for having a bigger purpose/role

often checks in with morpheus when he's working on his creations.

when she's got nothing to do, she gossips with abel and cain

matthew is the founder of them scrumptious tea

i think she would be non binary with any pronouns

she would definitely kin hermione granger or remus lupin

is good with kids

she feeds strays (if they ever exist in the dreaming)

has strong emotional intuiton

firm believer that she's either infj or infp

LUCIENNE - romantic hcs!

words of affirmation and acts of service go brrr

mild pda

offers to do your makeup or do your nails and she does it very well

she would rant about morpheus

she trusts you to the point that you think she dgaf about you

gets flustered when you dress up for her

she likes to give you massages.

is practically still when she's asleep so easier to cuddle

reading together >>>

sometimes doubt that you rlly like her but you assure her a lot

hugs and quick pecks 4ever cus she's a classy individual.

grocery shopping w her

#the sandman netflix #the sandman lucienne #lucienne x reader #lucienne headcannons #the sandman #the sandman x you #the sandman x reader #the sandman headcanons #lord morpheus x reader #lord morpheus headcannons #cant i just have both please.#v hot #xu's headcannons

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littledollll · 1 year

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I would like to request a Lucienne x reader. The reader was created by Dream to be Lucienne's lover but when Lucienne doesn't try to be intimate or refrains from any "inappropriate" touches in general the reader assumes it's because she is undesirable. When the reader confronts Lucienne about it Lucienne explains it is because she doesn't want the reader to feel pressured to do such things just because that is what she is made for. And like maybe some soft smut. Please... 🥺👉👈

Desirable

Lucienne x reader

A/n: holy shit?? I lowkey kinda did good?

Warnings: fingering, reader tried to be a top and failed, insecurities, public sex?

A companion. Morpheus called them, “you take care of all of us, I believe it only fair you have somebody to focus on you” he said. It was odd really, when she thought about it, she had questions. “Would this creation be forced to do this? I don’t want companionship if it’s forced, my lord.” Morpheus shook his head.

“Do you truly think I don’t know you, Lucienne? You don’t want that. The creation will help you around the library, that will be their official function, the rest is up to you, though like all of my creations it will be aware of why they were created. They will have free will to also chose how things go, Lucienne.”

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And after that, with Lucienne’s approval, you came to be. You were walked through the dreaming and your purpose by Morpheus and Lucienne herself. And it didn’t take very long for you to get used to routine or make bonds, quickly you befriended Matthew and Merv who were at the library most, your relationships with the dream lord was cordial, respectful. And your relationship with Lucienne was- mostly platonic, is the only word you can find for it, this confused you, you thought you were made to be her lover, you certainly wanted to be it.

Sure you had your moments, she seemed to warm up to you quickly as well, casually she’d use petnames or kiss your head whenever you parted but you wanted more, you just weren’t sure if she did. “Lucienne” you called, and she looked away from the bookshelf she was busy organizing. “Am I not desirable to you?”

You were so blunt it took her back for a second. “Why ever would you say that, my dear?” You hid yourself in your book. “Well, I know why I am here, am I mistaken to believe I’m supposed to be your partner?” She shook her head no, but didn’t speak, rather she let you continue. “Right but you never seem to want- anything with me, so what’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing, nothing at all, you are lovely my darling, in everything you can use that word to describe.” She decided it best to actually talk to you instead of having her back turned. She gently grabbed your hand and sat you on the table with her. “You said it yourself, you’re ‘supposed to be’ and I don’t want you doing absolutely anything just because you feel like it’s supposed to happen. But out of choice, simply because you want to, not because it’s a function”

Nodding, you carefully studied her before getting up and moving to stand over her. “What if I told you I want that, it’s what I’ve chosen.” The usually composed librarian looked flustered, you continued. “I suppose there’s no argument that can be made against that is there?” You leaned down, connecting your lips to hers. They were soft, everything about her was, from her lips, her whole person, to how she handled you.

“No I-, I suppose not.” You giggled at her unusual shyness and straddled her lap. “Do I make you nervous, Lucienne?” She said nothing, only brought her hand to the back of your neck and pulled you into another kiss. “Can I touch you?” Lucienne asked quietly once you parted. “I think I’ll go insane if you don’t.” Came your reply, matching her tone though your neediness was seeping through your voice.

It made Lucienne smile, seeing that you truly wanted her. Immediately she sat you on her desk, soft hands memorizing every ounce of your body. It was torture, how she took her time taking each item off, trailing your body with kisses, at the same time it was heaven, every part of you felt eclectic as desire spread through your body with her endless teasing.

“Lucienne-“ she didn’t let you speak. “I’d rather take my time with you, my love.” She’d be the death of you, talking like that but you weren’t about to let her have all the power. “I believe you’ve taken plenty. Don’t make me wait any longer, please.”

Your desperation was charming to her, truly, she wanted this just as much as you did, maybe more. “Do you really want me that badly?” She sounded amused as she felt the wetness between your thighs, she teased your entrance. What the hell was she waiting for? “Lucienne.” She started with one finger, though that quickly turned into two.

Just like with all else she was gentle, but deep, somehow she was hitting all the right spots inside of you making you double over as you relied on her shoulder for stability. “Doing alright, my darling?" You stuttered to reply. “Mh-mhm, good- so good Lu.”

Your response only made her move faster, the tips of her fingers hitting repeatedly against your sweet spot. “Right there! fuck please, please-“ your voice just faded into moans and pleas. “Be a good girl and cum for me, my darling girl.” And indeed you did. your body shook against her hold, she was as everywhere, voice guiding you through your orgasm, her hand pounding into you through your release, her perfume right against your nose making you dizzy.

“Shhh. Keep quiet for me darling, we don’t want anyone hearing you do we?” She held on to your squirming hips with her free hand as your now quiet moans and pants sounded loud against her ear, she helped you ride your orgasm until you were twitching away from her hand, then she raised her fingers to your mouth, you gladly complied, licking and sucking them clean until she was satisfied. “Still think you aren’t desired?”

#the sandman #lucienne x reader #lucienne the librarian #lucienne sandman #lucienne x reader smut #lucienne sandman smut #dream of the endless #sandman smut #the sandman smut

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book-place · 1 year

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What Could Have Been

Warnings: unsupportive parents, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Lucienne x reader platonic, Morpheus x reader platonic

Request: Lucien x teen!reader where she brings you through her library. You had a bad childhood because your parents didnt support your hobbies. You love photography but they get mad when you 'waste time trying to shoot stupid pictures'. So instead of chasing for dreams, you did what your parents told you to do and began studying physics. You lost your photography skills after not doing it for 5 years. When lucien takes you through the library, you wanted to read the story about what life you could've had if you had taken up photography and rebelled instead of just giving up and studying physics

Request by: @popfishjr

*not my gif*

Summary: Lucienne is hesitant to show you your book, unsure of the consequences it could hold

A/N: I probably messed up some facts about the library, but I don’t think it’s too bad

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

A small sigh escaped from your lips as your eyes raked up and down the colorful rows of hard covers, hand trailing over the spines and shelves that they sat upon.

Lucienne cut a quick glance at you from behind her large spectacles with a small smile tugging at the end of her lips, “You like it?” She asked, turning her head to face forward.

You could only manage a slight hum in return, mouth dry at the mere sight of it all. The lighting, colors, furniture, everything. It was all so perfect.

More than anything, you wished you had a camera to document it all, living proof to not just everybody in the waking world, but yourself as well, that such a place really did exist.

About a week ago, you had shown up in the dreaming. Simply appeared without a warning or explanation as to how.

Morpheus and Lucienne had both not only been suspicious at first, but slightly scared of how you, a common mortal, had seemingly entered their world without knowing it.

It hadn’t taken them very long to relax around you though, once they realized that you didn’t mean any harm to them and were just as confused as they were.

Lucienne had decided to watch over you for the day and finally bring you to her library that you had been told so much about, while Morpheus went into the waking world to attend to some business, possibly even try to find out how and why you were in his kingdom.

“So, you’re telling me that all of these are the alternative lives of people?” You asked in complete awe, jaw dropped slightly as you still tried to wrap your mind around the whole thing.

She held back a laugh as she looked upon your impressed state and couldn’t help the small sense of pride that hit her at the sight of it.

“Everyone in the waking world,” She confirmed, waving a hand to the rows.

Your movements stopped as you froze before turning to the woman with hesitation floating in your gaze, “Even mine?”

It was then her turn to hesitate, but she slowly nodded her head, unsure if she should show you the book about you that she was sure to find almost as soon as you arrived, if not to just make sure that you were actually who you claimed to be.

“Can…” Your voice trailed off before you swallowed and tried to continue, “Can I see it?”

She opened her mouth to shoot you down, but fell short as she looked upon your pleading, wide-eyed state.

With the research she had done when you arrived, she learned that at a young age, you had fallen in love with the art of photography, only to be forced out of it and into more ‘practical’ studies by your parents, like physics.

She knew that the book she held in her library contained the life you could have led if you had just rebelled against your parents, pushed for the things you wanted in life and didn’t just go along with what they wanted. A life that you were happier in.

Perhaps if she showed you, then you would be able to learn how to shift your life to be like the one that was engraved in the pages.

Without a word, she turned on her heel and started down a different section of the library to where your book lay, resting on a shelf as if Lucienne hadn’t been devouring every word less than a week ago.

You followed after her silently, working hard to keep up with her quick pace.

When she finally came to a halt, you did as well, peering up at the spine that clearly had your name printed across it in a beautiful font.

The silence was dragged out for a few moments before you finally snapped out of your daze and slowly rose on your tiptoes and stretched your arm out to reach it from where it was located.

You held it gingerly in your grasp, as if afraid that holding it too hard would make it evaporate and disappear into nothing.

Looking over at Lucienne, she only offered you a nod and kind smile, squeezing your shoulder gently before turning on her heel and leaving you to your reading.

A shaky sigh left your lips as you sunk down into a nearby chair. Your hands trembled as you opened the cover, but as soon as it was open on your lap, nothing was able to stop you from diving into the world of what could have been.

It explained in great detail how much more freedom you would have had in your life if you had pushed back and made your parents understand how much photography actually meant to you.

And not to even mention how much happier you would have been, being able to live your life to the fullest and have fun.

By the time you closed the cover again, there were tears in your eyes, and Lucienne had once again appeared in front of you, her warm, kind smile still upon her face as she looked at you in understanding.

When she gently took your hands in her own and pulled you to your feet, it became too much for you, and a sob left your lips.

Without the earlier hesitation anywhere in sight, she pulled you into a welcoming hug, rubbing your back soothingly.

You pulled away and looked her in the eyes, “Thank you,” The whisper was so soft that only someone as close as she was could have heard you, “For showing me how my life could have been.”

She shook her head gently, “How it can be,” She corrected, “I showed this to you because once you get back to the waking world, you will know how much better your life can be.”

Another sob racked through your body at her confession, an overwhelming amount of gratitude flooding your body all at once.

“And why not start now?” A voice spoke up from behind the two of you.

Both of you whipped around to face Morpheus, who was gingerly holding the most beautiful camera you had ever seen in his hands.

“I sent him out to find it for you,” Lucienne explained softly.

With tears never slowing from their streams down your face, you threw your arms around both of them, “Thank you,” You choked out again.

They both exchanged soft smiles with each other over your arms, knowing they had done the right thing by showing you how different your life could have been. Knowing that you would now have the strength to change it for the better.

The Endless 🌌- @popfishjr

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cas-kingdom · 2 years

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Half-dream

A/N: I must confess, I created my OC’s backstory before watching the entirety of the show & reading the comics, so it is a little similar to Lyta’s situation (revealed in episode 8). However, not the same. (Not everything related to her existence will be revealed yet, but instead of being conceived in the Dreaming, Stella was conceived in the Waking World). I’ve no idea if this is logical according to the comics/show so I really stuck to the magic of fanfiction. Enjoy!

As it is with my Moon Knight fics, my Sandman fics won’t be written in reader style, and instead will be written with my OC, as her character is a little more complex.

Title: Half-dream

Summary: When Morpheus returns to his realm after his imprisonment, he is met not only with the desiccation of his kingdom, but the arrival of a young girl, cared for by Lucienne until now. Wary of her very existence, he brings her with him as he reclaims his tools and restores his monarchy, only beginning to see this girl as anything other than a threat when his sister steps in.

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When Death returned, her brother was watching the girl.

He was a black figure stood in the dim room of the soul Death had just journeyed with, arms hanging limply at his sides, eyes unblinking. Stella Russo was in the room across the hall. She had taken herself there after Death had gone. Her back was turned but her muscles were tensed, the scent of her tears clinging to the air between them. She did not want Morpheus to see.

Death crossed her arms at her chest. She took slow steps forward until she could gauge the look on Morpheus’s face. His brows were drawn together ever so faintly, mouth open only slightly. He was flexing his fingers in a vague sort of manner, as though he was battling with his unconscious desire to both go to her and leave her be.

Death couldn’t help but appreciate that. The relationship between the two was…promising. Nobody could say that the Lord of Dreams was especially affectionate, except perhaps Death herself, if she thought of the moments in which she had experienced her brother at his best. But she could tell that he held some semblance of care for this girl. She could tell his reasoning for keeping her by his side rooted less in performing his duties and more in the unspoken fact that he enjoyed the company.

Stella was an impossibility according to him, someone who should not have come into being, and would not have, had he not been encased in a glass cage and without a handle on his kingdom for so long. And yet, Death knew impossibilities happened every day. Often, they were called miracles. And the girl who should not exist, the proof of unification between two realms Morpheus had always separated, gave Death some hope that the confused, purposeless entity she had seen tossing breadcrumbs at pigeons not two hours ago would not exist for much longer. Stella had a brightness about her. If she could not provide the evidence Morpheus unwittingly craved that she was a threat to neither realm, Death was more than certain she could at least soothe the ache in his heart.

Morpheus, though not blind enough to disregard this, had yet to act upon it. As per usual.

Moving to stand beside him, Death’s eyes followed Stella as she moved out of sight and further into the room. Morpheus briefly turned his head to look at his sister. Then he turned back. “She’s upset,” he said simply.

Death nudged him with an elbow. “Most humans get distressed when they’re witness to the end of a life. They don’t understand the beauty of it.”

“She is not human.”

“She’s not not human, little brother. You can’t forget that.”

A breath of a scoff escaped Morpheus’s nose, and one of his brows quirked. “Forgetting that would contradict my purpose,” he said. Death rolled her eyes.

“Your purpose,” she echoed with a sigh. “Is your purpose not to protect your creations?”

There was a beat of silence. And then, “In part.”

“And is she not one of your creations?” An answer did not come quick enough, so Death amended her sentence. “Indirectly,” she said.

Morpeus seemed to think about it for a moment before he decided. “Yes.”

“Then go and protect her.” Death uncrossed her arms and quietly walked up to peer through the open doorway. Stella had resigned herself to staring out of the window at the far corner of the room. She was leaning against the glass, and Death could just about see her mirror image. Death turned back to look at Morpheus, who was looking straight at her. She bumped a brow, a glint in her eyes that he knew to be an implicit “do as I say.” As though to add unneeded context, she dropped her brow and uncrossed her arms, lowering her voice with her next words. “Look, Dream,” she said, “I know you’re not the most…comforting of the seven of us, but Stella’s lost a lot, perhaps more than you, and you seem to have been her only constant in the past few days.” She glanced over her shoulder. “She’s upset, and you need to go to her. Protect her from what you couldn’t then prevent.” She looked back at him. “Help her.”

Morpheus’s expression did not change. He flicked his eyes from his sister to the doorway, then took the first step. Death hung back, a victorious smile on her lips, and went to wait outside.

Stella saw him slowly approach her in the reflection of the window. Her breath hitched and she reached up to wipe at her eyes, though she knew the redness couldn’t be hidden. She felt him stop behind her, heard the rustle of his coat as he stuck his hands in his pockets, and waited for his inevitable words.

“Are you alright?”

His deep voice tore apart the silence.

Swallowing, she rubbed at her nose. “Yes.”

A beat. And another. Then, “Are you?”

Stella glanced over her shoulder, her vision blurred but just clear enough to make out his face. One brow was quirked, his head dipped the slightest bit in encouragement. Stella felt a knot rise to her throat and she made quick work of gulping back her tears and turning to the window once more.

“Do you think…” Her voice cracked and she licked her lips. She had decided that rapidly blinking would stave off the imminent sobs. So far, it was working. “Was Death there for my mother? When she died?”

The question had not been unexpected, and yet Morpheus still took a moment to consider it. Stella had not talked about her mother once since their meeting, though he supposed there hadn’t been much time. The moment he had returned to his desiccated kingdom, Lucienne had introduced him to the half-dream, and his wariness of everything he did not yet understand had caused him to unwillingly, and against Lucienne’s insistences, tug her along with him while he regained his tools, so he could ‘deal with her’, as such, later. It was only recently—recently being in the past day or so since his tools had all finally reached his grasp—that he’d found himself suddenly with no clear path ahead. In that time, he’d spared more than a glance at Stella Russo, analysing her, figuring her out, wondering on her very existence. And at the back of his very crowded mind, he supposed he was beginning to realise, admittedly with help from his sister, that the girl was little more than a sixteen-year-old. A sixteen-year-old who, according to what Lucienne had told him, had not long been dealing with the grief of her mother’s passing. Morpheus did not consider himself possessor of many redeeming qualities, but Death had told him that he was all Stella had. He supposed, in a way, Stella was all he had, too.

His eyes flicked to the open doorway to see if his sister was still there. She wasn’t. He turned back.

“I’m sure she was,” he said.

Stella nodded to herself. “Good. I like her. Your sister, I mean. I think I’d feel some kind of peace if hers was the last face I saw. I guess I just hope my mother felt the same.”

Morpheus had guessed that was perhaps her reason for such emotion. That observing Death’s job had brought about some unwanted memories.

He gazed down at the ground, pondering.

“Tell me about your mother,” he said then, slow but genuine.

Stella seemed to freeze. She looked at him a second later, a deep frown marring her features. “Really?” she asked.

“What kind of ruler would I be if I did not learn more of the bearer of such an impossibility?”

Stella shrugged. “Am I really that impossible? Did you never think a human would fall in love with their dream?”

Those words pulled at a corner of his lips. He lifted his chin and slowly moved to stand beside her, turning his own head towards the traffic of everyday people doing everyday things on the other side of the window. He could feel the coolness radiating off the glass.

“That’s not the impossible part,” he told her. He noticed her look at him from the corner of his eye, but his own vision was locked on the outdoors. “When asleep,” he continued deliberately, “mortals are powerful beings. They fall in love with their dreams because they are exactly that. Dreams. Creations of their very desires.” A woman was rushing along the path with her child. The child tripped and yelled out. “What I did not think, was that a dream would go rogue, as a nightmare often does.” The woman stopped and bent to lift her up, soothing the child’s cries. “Your mother must have been someone worth breaking rules for.”

Morpheus had considered the possibility that Stella’s father was a nightmare. Nightmares, after all, thrived in the Waking World. Whereas dreams, good dreams, could not exist very long. By his vague understanding of how his creations had turned away from their purpose while he had been…detained, he was sure that the dream in question had appeared in a mortal woman’s dreams and then escaped his realm to meet her in the flesh. His nightmares didn’t often flee simply to procreate.

Lucienne had told him that Stella’s first time travelling, awake, to the Dreaming had happened when she’d been just five years old. That was the only power he knew of so far that she had inherited from his realm. Lucienne had said that Stella never told her mother that she could travel between realms, and that Death had claimed Stella’s mother when Stella had been just fifteen. She had remained in the Dreaming with Lucienne ever since. Yes, she had lived sixteen years and would likely know if that power was not alone, but Morpheus knew that some powers only showed their faces in their own realms. Having lived in the Dreaming only a year, Stella could have the potential for more.

Did he wish to learn more about Stella’s mother for her sake, or for his own? He did not know, but he did not think it mattered.

He turned and caught Stella’s gaze just as her teeth let go of her bottom lip. “I’m not sure I’d call it going rogue,” she admitted.

“No? What would you call it?”

She hesitated. “Following the heart?”

Morpheus rose an eyebrow but said nothing more. “Did your mother truly never speak of the dream?”

Stella shook her head. “She never told me anything about my father. What he looked like, his name…that he was, essentially, a figment of her imagination.” She let a short breath of morbid amusement leave her nose. “I didn’t even know he wasn’t human until I travelled to the Dreaming for the first time.”

Morpheus’s lips curved into a smile and Stella felt the knot in her throat shift down slightly at the sight of it. “Lucienne told me of that,” Morpheus said. “Conveniently you appeared in the library.”

The first raindrop of many splashed on the outside window. Stella absently reached out to place a finger against it, following it as it trickled down towards the ground. “Lucienne told me everything I didn’t know about myself,” she said. “She taught me how to control the travelling. She could never find anything about my father, of course. It seems…everyone anyone ever knew about him died with my mother.”

She said the last words quietly, and Morpheus frowned. He knew he had treated her less than she deserved since they had begun his journey to find his tools. It had been a consequence of multiple emotions. Wariness of the unknown. Grappling for his handle once again. Challenged by all that had changed and been created in his absence. He had, in a sense, been afraid, and he could admit that now. Stella truly was no more than a young girl. He could sense the dream in her, not just in her powers but in the way she acted and simply was. She had a view on the world that was not human, though that part of her, the mortality, shone incredibly bright within her. No dream would shed tears at the sight of Death’s job. No dream would act as stubborn and resilient as she had. She was both dream and mortal, through and through, and Morpheus could find less reasons now to fear that. To fear her.

Without a word, he reached an arm across and placed his hand lightly on her shoulder. Stella glanced down at it before she flicked her eyes up to meet his, an air of innocent confusion swirling amidst the green.

“I am sure your mother is watching over you,” he said.

Stella blinked. She swallowed down the lump and soon felt it disappear. She withdrew her finger from the window just as Morpheus squeezed her shoulder once and let go to walk towards the door.

“Come, Stella,” he said, stopping by the door and giving her a small smile. Times were changing, and so was he. “Let’s go home.”

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thethreeeyed-raven · 1 year

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Yayyy~

Then I would like to request something fluffy with Lucienne. The reader his head over heels for Lucienne. She loves any praise she can get from the librarian and always is staring longingly at them. And also blushes when they make any physical contact.

Lucienne isn't an idiot nor is she blind. They feeling is mutual and she finds the reader quite adorable and just loves to tease her. But that changes when the reader decides she wants to write a book about how much she loves Lucienne forgetting that merely imagining a book is enough for it to appear in the library. Lucienne being Lucienne obviously reads it and when they finish they find reader to give her the most passionate and toe curling kiss they can.

Turn it smutty or keep it fluffy if you'd like. I would be happy either way.

And if this makes you uncomfy in anyway you don't have to write it.

Thank you for reading all of that and I'm sorry that was so long. 😅😅

made of love for her

navigation | warnings : cringe i apologise | a/n : it’s finally here! i’m sorry you’ve been waiting for ages for this | tags : @knight-of-flowerss

You couldn't remember when these feelings for the librarian began or why they did in the first place, Lucienne was just infatuating to you.

She was knowledgeable, she knew practically everything, you loved learning of the dreams people had every day, and Lucienne enjoyed telling you abut them.

Currently, Lucienne was organising a few of the new books that had arrived when she heard you tumbling into the library, laughing to yourself.

"And what's got you into a fit of giggles this fine morning?" Lucienne teasingly asked you.

You stopped dead in your tracks, cheeks heating up secretly hoping only you and Lucienne were the ones in the library. "Oh you know, just something Mervyn told me earlier. Nothing that...important."

In fact, it was very important. He had told you that Lucienne harboured some feelings for you. You took the information as a joke, after all, how could someone as important as Lucienne have feelings for a measly dream like you?

Lucienne wasn't an idiot, she knew exactly what Mervyn had told you, because she was the one that told him to tell you in the first place.

"Hmm, you wouldn't mind helping me put these away would you? They just arrived this morning." She said as she handed you a leather bound book.

"Of course!"

She gave you a smile and you both began to organise the rest of the books.

A few hours had past before your lord Dream had come to ask for Lucienne's assistance.

She looked between you and Morpheus, contemplating whether to tell him you're busy or just go with him.

Lucienne gave up, gave you an apology and walked off behind Dream.

You didn't notice Dream looking between you and Lucienne.

As you waited, you had come to the decision that you wanted to write a book about your feelings towards Lucienne, like a diary almost.

You had begun to think of all the things you could say, but there was so much you wouldn't know where to start.

You failed to notice the golden glow that came from one of the bookshelves. It seems the dreaming was generating a new book, one with a violet cover and golden writing.

When Lucienne came back to the library, you were nowhere to be found.

Odd, Lucienne thought.

As she inspected the library further, she noticed a new book had arrived. Must be a new dream.

Lucienne plucked the book from the shelf, the first thing that intrigued her was the colour, purple, her favorite colour, then she read the title.

Made of love for her.

Of course you always have to know the author's name before reading any book.

Y/N Y/L/N.

Huh?

Lucienne read the first line of the first page, and couldn't bring herself to look away.

Lucienne didn't need to finish the book to have her answer.

She had a slight suspicion that you might've been interested in her a little bit, in fact she knew, but she never got proper confirmation.

Lucienne planned to find you later on, but for now, she must finish in the library.

She put the book somewhere safe to retrieve once she had finished.

The next day, Lucienne set on a quest to find you. She couldn't find you the day before, you were probably doing your 'dreaming duties' as you liked to call it.

She rounded a corner and saw you in a little garden both you and her had to beg Morpheus to create for you.

You were sat picking the flowers and inspecting them.

"Y/n, there you are." Lucienne gripped the book tightly in her hands.

"Hey, what's that you've got? Is it a new dream? Could you read it to me?" You pestered eagerly, patting an empty spot next to you so Lucienne could sit.

She chuckled lightly. "It's actually not a dream, to be honest, I'm not quite sure what it is."

"That makes it sound more appealing."

She read you the title, and instantly you were hooked.

As she read you soon realised what the story was about.

You kept looking between the pages and Lucienne, wondering if she knew.

"Lucienne, I've just remembered-"

"Why didn't you just tell me Y/n?"

Lucienne knew you weren't going to answer her, so she threw the book down, grabbed the back of your neck, and brought your lips together.

The kiss became very heated very quickly, your hands wrapping around her waist and her hands getting tangled in your hair.

A week later, you were both seen holding hands around the castle and sometimes even sharing cheeky kisses in the library.

Everyone was relieved at the fact you and both finally confessed, but now annoyed that you were both apparently being 'over affectionate'.

Dream, the ruler himself also being very relieved as your longing looks got in the way of his brooding.

#the sandman #the sandman fanfic #the sandman x reader #lucienne x reader #lucienne #vivienne acheampong

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raggedy-dxctor · 2 years

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dating lucienne headcannons

pairing(s): lucienne x gn!reader

warnings: none!

loves to read you future and past books in the library. her personal favourite are the ones in the collection that would he lost to time if not for the collection in the library

if ur an author or at some point want to be she would literally not put your book down while she's in the process of reading it, she reads it in one sitting and ofc refuses to let you see it, but let's you know how incredible it was

soft kisses

caressing cheek lovingly

loving staring into your eyes

when morpheus first created you she literally couldn't take her eyes off you, and was constantly finding herself blown away by your smile

morpheus would never lay a finger om you because he knows he'd loose lucienne completely, she wouldn't betray him per se, she'd just go numb and loose trust in him, which would probably lead to losing the loyalty of the realm

gifting books, physical touch and words of affirmation arebher love languages. all at once. if she gifts you a book and sees you engrossed in it she will literally be brought to tears

likes to pick you up and twirl you around

peaceful walks around the dreaming on her rare days off

morpheus is actually very fond of you because of how happy you make lucienne, they'll occasionally take walks around the dreaming and talk about the current status and any problems, and then morpheus will ask how lucienne is and she just grins and tells him good, she had a little secret smile so he quirks and eyebrow and she gives up and lets it all pour out, rambling about her time wih you and how much she loves you. he's never been more proud and happy

her hands are really soft, they're like so comforting to hold

writes you love letters

she occasionally just gets like so giddy with happiness

amazing at humming tunes from the waking world

joining her to survey the realm, you would probably think it's a boring idea, bu it's a lot travelling and free time so she usually uses it to read books with and to you

also as you've probably guessed she's incredible company

#lucienne #lucienne sandman #lucienne x reader #the sandman #sandman netflix

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tobitofunction · 2 years

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Romance Tropes

Lucienne likes romance books, so you decide to turn her favourite things into reality

A/N: Began my the journey for Flowers of Love but now is Lucienne time to be loved

“Can you stop staring at me like that, you making it hard to concentrate” Lucienne said not taking her eyes off the book in front of her,” Staring at you like how?” you teased,” Like I’m the only thing that matters in the world?” she said softly,” Cause you are” you tease again making her cheeks darken,” Did Lord Morpheus creat you, cause you are woman of my Dreams” you flirted,” That was cheesy even for you” she said with darkened cheeks,” You liked it though” you teased,” Come on Luci, let’s go to Fidler's green, it’s even more beautiful now but nothing can beat your beauty still” you said,” I have my duties and so have you” Lucienne said slamming the book closed and putting it back on the shelf,” A couple of minutes of fun won’t be the downfall Lucienne” you grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her out of the library but she didn’t budge. This made you huff,” Party pooper” you pouted,” Attend the gardens y/n” she said taking out another book,” Still love romance novels huh?” you said nodding towards the book she was holding,” It’s the wrong book, I wanted to take out a different one” she said quickly changing the book,” Now, fulfil your duty” she said shooing you other the library.

You waited a couple of seconds before peeking through the library door, Lucienne exchanged whatever book she was holding for the romance book she had earlier,” Luci, you little romance lover” you said to yourself,” There you are y/n. I have been looking for you everywhere” Mervyn the Pumpkin said behind you making you jump,” Christ, Merv. Announce yourself next time, you scared the crap out of me” you hissed at the pumpkin-headed janitor,” What are you doing? You should be mending-”,” Shhhh, keep your voice down or I turn you into pumpkin soup for Lord Morpheus” you threatened, making him shiver,” Geee, who hurt you” he said,” No one Merv, no one and if you really want to know. I’m watching Lucienne, I have no idea how to ask her out. She’s way too busy taking care of the library” you rolled your eyes,” Well, that’s her job, like it’s your job to mend the garden... please don't turn me into pumpkin soup” he begged after seeing your glare,” I have a way how you can make it up for me” you smiled,” You threatened me- I’m all ears” he said quickly,” Good, well I need you to find out what Lucienne’s favourite romance tropes are”,” Tropes?”,” Like dancing in the rain, romantic movie, walk in the park” you said making him nod,” Fine but you need to start with-”,” Yeah, yeah, I mend the garden. You are all the so pushy” you scoffed and walked towards the gardens,” Well it’s your job” he said softly.

You were looking after tibouchina, Lord Morpheus's favourite flower when Mervyn came jogging towards. “ y/n, y/n” he called for you,” Did you find out?” you asked excitedly,” Yes and you have some things to work with. She likes the gazebo in Fidler’s Green, she finds it romantic, starry nights and slow dancing” Mervyn said,” That’s perfect, thanks Merv” you said giving him a quick hug,” No problem y/n” he patted your head,” Well I have to get to work” he said,” Yeah I need to finish something here before starting to plan my perfect date with Lucienne.

“Y/N, why do I need my eyes covered? I can't see without my glasses anyway, it’s also dark already” she said trying to paw your hands off her eyes.” I have a surprise for you, I have something to tell you” you said, your heart beating quicker with every step,” Couldn't you do in the morning?”,” No as this is our perfect first date” you said taking your hands off her eyes and putting her glasses back on,” Our what-” she stopped, her eyes widen and mouth dropped open. You smiled at her expression, you bit your lip,” Close your mouth or you catch flies” you said using your index finger to poke her jaw which made her shut her mouth.” This is beautiful” she said, fiddler green is being illuminated by a starry night and glow worms, the gazebo was wrapped in fairy lights which Mervyn help built up, soft music was playing as well,” Wanna dance?” you asked grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the gazebo, you placed her arms around her neck and you did the same. The two of you started to sway with the music, Lucienne was blushing and was looking everywhere but you,” No need to be shy Luci” you said grabbing her jaw gently making her look at you,” I.. don't know what to say” she said softly,” How did you know-”,” Merv helped me”,” That’s why he was pushy about my favourite romance tropes/books. Thought he was trying to impress someone”,” Lord Morpheus also helped, he did the sky” you said,” Lord Morpheus?” she asked stunned and slightly embarrassed,” He said he owned you one, and he thought me could make each other happy... so Lucienne... do you want to make things-”,” Yes... but just so we are on the same page, I might put my job in front of you. I don't want use to fight because of-”,” That’s fine, so long I can call you my partner” you said,” Can I kiss you?” you asked nervously, Lucienne nodded with darkening cheeks. You smiled your cheeks were warm as you slowly kissed her lips, they were soft, they felt perfect, just like Lucienne. Your Lucienne.

#lucienne x reader #the sandman lucienne #lucienne x y/n #Lucienne x gn!reader #the sandman #the sandman morpheus #the sandman Mervyn

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knowbodytoldmethat · 2 years

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The Sandman Masterlist

Dream/Morpheus

Child of The Dreaming 2

What You Want (Coming Soon)

Death

Johanna Constantine

Come Home (Coming Soon)

Rose Walker

Lucienne

Lucifer Morningstar

Desire

#the sandman #dream of the endless x reader #death of the endless x reader #johanna constantine x reader #rose walker x reader #lucienne x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #desire of the endless x reader

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months

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The Sandman Fandom Masterlist

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l0ves1ckf0ol · 2 years

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WORK TROUBLES (short)

genre :: a small argument in the beginning but gradually will have fluff.

summary :: lucienne rants about morpheus, reader helps them relax. (i headcannon them as nonbinary who uses any pronouns)

pairing :: gn!reader x lucienne

"i can't! i really can't take it anymore, he is just so stubborn it's-" lucienne rants then comes to a frustrated sigh. you set down your cup of tea on the dining table and wrapped your arms around their waist.

"i think you might let morpheus talk to you instead, don't give him advice or warning if he doesn't want you to. lil bitch needs to learn to treat his librarian... no?" you told them as lucienne rested her arms on yours as well, exhailing through her nose. "it's morpheus we're talking about, he probably has too much pride in him to even apologize to me- a common librarian." she says matter-of-factly.

you scoffed, resting your chin against their shoulder. "well you never know that a century of imprisonment did some good to him." you whisper to her ear. "don't speak ill of what he went through. " they wriggle out of your grasp and gave you a frown. "it's a small theory, how can you be so caring of him after that shit he pulled in the palace." you argue in a tone that tried to contain your annoyance. lucienne scoffed, "and who told you what went down in the palace?"

"matthew told merv, merv told abel and cain. abel and cain told me." you admit, crossing your arms.

"well- how can you judge someone without even knowing what he went through in the human realm?" you opened your mouth to answer but then she held up a finger, indicating you to shut up. "don't answer that, i'll get out of the room once i smell dinner."

they continue to the room and slammed the door.

matthew perched on the windowsill and chuckled, "love of your life problems?" he asked. you roll your eyes, "i like her morals but she's really got to work on her wording because she seems like she's defending her boss that, mind you- treated her unfairly. she just needs to stop caring about people and just- bash someone once in a while." matthew chuckles again, "lucienne rants to herself a lot about morpheus at work, i witness it a lot. now if you're ever willing to man up and sort yall's problems, you better start cooking!" he advises you and you turn on the sink to rinse your hands and splash the water on the bird, with that matthew flew away.

as soon as you finished cooking and eating, lucienne didn't get out of the room ever since that afternoon and so you grabbed your silver tray and put their meal on it.

"open up please. the soup will get cold."

with that, the door unlocked and you went inside, setting down the tray on the desk.

you lay down on the bed as lucienne ate their dinner in silence. after a while, you decide to say something. "sorry about earlier."

"i just wanted to let you know that you sometimes need to treat people the way you are treated."

"this is the king of dreams we're talking about, he'll probably pulverize me if i go too far, even worse if i lose my job" lucienne mutters. you chuckle, "if you were of any value to him he wouldn't, it would be considered as a test." you told her knowingly, as if you ever talked to the guy.

you faced the ceiling as you heard the small screech of the chair and lucienne sat on the edge of the bed, where your feet rested so you rested your socked feet on their lap.

"sorry if i made you think that i liked my own boss more than you-"

"you wouldn't dare." you laughed

they chuckle along, "i just didn't like the thought of people that i love just going against my morals of speaking on other people's situations as if they've ever experienced it." they then lay next to you and wrapped their arms around you.

"you're better than morpheus anyway."

(note: this was incredibly rushed. so 😭)

#lucienne #the sandman lucienne #the sandman netflix #xu's fics #lucienne x reader #lucienne the librarian #gn reader

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