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luminitewrites · 1 year

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Rating: T Word Count: ~5,700 Warnings: Brief memories of/current trauma from being swallowed alive, brief contemplation of death and what lies beyond

So after seeing the absolutely stunning art that @themeeplord posted of Naff's leviathan!Eclipse and fisher!Y/N, there's no way I could pass up writing a small something for it. I might have made Eclipse a tad bigger in this drabble purely for size difference purposes, but Meep's depiction of them is the inspiration for this piece. (I hope you don't mind the tag, Meep! ;w;) This drabble is based off of @naffeclipse's In Deep Dreams Between the Waves (so very highly recommend!!) and set sometime after it, so there will be allusions to spoilers herein.

Enjoy!

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The siren call of the ocean lulls your boat as much as it does you. Out here in the vast expanse of endless water where sea merges with ocean, the gentle stirring of the morning sun has yet to reach full wakefulness, casting the sky in a beautiful watercolor of lush indigos and mellow purples. The breeze caressing your face tells you it will be a hot day, but for now, it’s a welcomed brush against your skin.

You’ve opted for a less-bundled-up attire since you know what and who awaits you shortly. The loose t-shirt flutters at your back, and your light shorts and bare feet bask in the open, salty air. Curling your toes in excitement, you cannot help the enchanted smile that has yet to leave your face. You’ve been looking forward to today as the rough weather in recent weeks has kept you from seeing your friend. Well, it probably wouldn’t have completely kept you at bay were it not for said friend being very insistent about you staying home to wait out the hurricane. Something about being safe and warm and taking care of your health. Complete bogus, if anyone were to ask you.

But, of course, Eclipse always has other ideas about what’s best for you, and after much bartering in your dreams and getting nowhere, you’d caved to his utterly ridiculous demands. The oversized mer has a habit of being just as obstinate as you. You’d once thought you could outmatch his stubbornness, but turns out, it’s hard to say no when his big eyes turn soft and pleading, like you’re breaking his heart by even considering stepping foot outside during a nasty storm. Never mind that it’d been because you’d wanted to see him. He’d been adamant that the visits in your dreams could sate your loneliness in the meantime.

Needless to say, you’ve been chomping at the bit to get out. The hurricane had been circling your little island like a harrowing shadow for over a week, but it finally began tapering off yesterday, and by nightfall, Eclipse gave you his reluctant approval to come out the following day.

He probably didn’t mean that as an excuse for you to sacrifice sleep and slip out before the break of dawn, but he almost certainly knew that without you needing to say anything suggestive of it last night. The memory of his narrowed gaze and disapproving pout still makes you chuckle even now, and you can only imagine that same expression on his face when he sees you out here.

You’ve already dropped anchor and settled at the edge of your boat with your legs dangling over it and your arms propped atop the railing. The breeze ruffles your hair as it pleases, and it tickles your ears while you hum to yourself a gentle tune. It’s a unique one that transcends time and the waves themselves, flowing from within your chest and playing a soothing chord that first tugs softly and then a little firmer.

When your voice starts to rouse and the first few notes whisper past your lips, an answering echo from far, far below sounds beneath your feet and travels across the ocean floor.

Instantaneous is the grin tugging at your cheeks, and you beam at the way the wind suddenly billows in a different direction and sends your trusty flag flapping like a resounding applause. Your Rustbucket II bobs up and down as the water begins to turn choppy, creating a thrill of a ride as you eagerly peer down into the inky blue.

As bubbles form below, you dismiss what most sailors would consider an omen and instead lean over the railing as much as you can while sitting. Your legs swish happily, your skin prickling when a shiver courses through you. To your surprise, however, the bubbles stop after a few suspenseful seconds. A flash of a large shadow is all you catch sight of, but your friend doesn’t surface as you’d expected. Confused, you wait a moment more and then pull your legs under you and stand up so that you can lean over the railing as far as you can without falling in.

“Eclipse?” you call out. Your head tilts to the side while you listen.

Nothing but ocean responds.

A frown replaces your smile, and you wonder if something has temporarily distracted the mer, and he’s swimming off to go chase a giant squid or something similar. Before you can settle back down and wait for him to return, a colossal burst thunders behind you without warning and rocks your boat. Gasping, you have all but a moment to spin on your heel as Eclipse breaches in a swift motion that sends a terrific cascade of water directly down onto your boat and consequently you.

In mere seconds, you are entirely drenched in seawater and sputtering.

Soaked hair draped over and blinding you, you sigh loudly and brush it out of your face. Far, far above, your friend gazes down with a textbook version of glee. As soon as he sees your expression, a harmonious warble not unlike a laugh rumbles from his chest.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” you say in faux exasperation while wringing the water out of your hair. “Not like you haven’t done this before.”

The mer lowers in the water until his head is level with you, ray-like frills flicking, and your bond tells you exactly what he’s thinking, as if he were saying the words aloud.

And yet, you still fall for it every time.

You roll your eyes, and Eclipse chitters his delight.

“I guess it’s not like I wasn’t going to get wet anyways,” you huff in defeat.

Deciding it’s a lost cause to drain the water from your dripping clothes, you trudge over to him instead, making sure to step carefully through the large puddles. Yellow overlaid by impenetrable black oversees your maneuvering to be certain you reach the other side safely. Once you’re within reach, Eclipse leans in a little more, allowing you to rest your small hand against his large head and press a kiss between his eyes despite the little trick he pulled on you.

You watch the sharp yellow disappear as he basks in your affection and croons an unmistakably happy song. It’s enough to warrant the return of your smile.

“Good morning, big guy,” you say against his wet scales. “Missed you.”

The sentiment is returned tenfold through your bond, staggering in its sincerity, and Eclipse’s love threatens to reduce you to a puddle. The companionship with the leviathan has altered you in ways you could have never dreamed of, making you forever grateful for the day you discovered and helped him when he was but a little fish. You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world because a life without Eclipse is one you can’t fathom. He means everything to you.

As your thoughts shift, Eclipse hears them just as if you’d spoken, and a low sound purrs from his throat. He nuzzles you with utmost gentleness, and you press as close to him as you can.

Yeah, you missed this. Shared dreams are one thing, but having him here with you in the flesh is incomparable. It’s your lifeblood.

When you pull back, the leviathan peers at you again. His expression is so compassionate that it sets your heart soaring like you are a fish in the sea swimming alongside him. The excursions you’ve had with him in the deep blue aren’t too far from that feeling, and it’s set in the very plans you have for later today. You intend to spend as much time as you can with the mer, and that means taking a hearty swim with his current guiding you along.

However, whatever soft moment you’re sharing now is wholly ruined when Eclipse chooses then to open his mouth and drag his serpentine tongue all the way up your front.

You yelp at the unexpected lick, and very swiftly, you are drenched in more than just water.

“Eclipse!” you cry in dismay.

Orange and red frills flutter in contentment. There is no remorse on the other’s face.

“Now I’m covered in gross saliva!” you further protest to express just how disgruntled you are. You shake your hands, and two wet globs fling off.

Eclipse churrs and clicks unhelpfully. It’s a bit similar to the squeaks of a dolphin, and after a fruitless attempt to wipe your face as best as you can, you glower up at your talkative friend.

He seems to be cycling through a whole host of expressions today because the one staring you down is now unquestionably smug.

You snort at the little—large—devil.

“Just what was that for anyways?”

The mer considers for a moment and then tilts his head to the side a little, eyelids falling low like he’s miming sleep. Then, a massive hand lifts out of the water to gently poke a long claw at you, followed by a throaty grumble that shakes your boat.

Ah. So that’s what this is about, huh. Should’ve known skipping out on sleep would come back to bite, or rather, lick you. You can’t say you didn’t see this coming.

“I promise I got enough sleep all through that nasty hurricane,” you counter adamantly. Eclipse looks far from convinced, so you continue on. “Even still, I have a cabin I can always dip inside for a quick nap if need be. Or you can float on your back and snooze with me on top like we usually do. We have the whole day to ourselves, big guy. And besides, I thought you missed me.”

Eclipse releases another series of noises at that, which are just plain mournful, and the flood of insistent reassurance and concern makes you huff and smile.

“I know, I know. I’m just teasing. I think I’m allowed to since I’m currently covered in…” You sniff and then grimace. “Overwhelming fish breath and questionable fluids.”

More snaps and clicks, but none of them are truly offended. Eclipse matches your fake glare easily, and when you playfully stick out your tongue, his mouth curls with a croon, and he slithers his own tongue back out again.

You hastily retreat, hands lifting.

“Woah, there! Okay, message received. Put that thing back where it came from, or so help me, I’ll turn this boat around.”

Your friend blows out a warm gust of air that just heightens the sticky feeling all over your body, and your arms drop as the mer retracts his appendage with rampant amusement. Clearly, your threat was too transparent to be taken with any modicum of seriousness. Not that you expected Eclipse to believe it for a second anyways. He knows just how much you’ve been aching to see him, and even without the words to verbalize it, he’s showing how much he’s missed you too. You haven’t missed the little display of the fins and frills around his head upon his arrival. They’ve been fluttering since you first spoke, a subtle indicator of your friend’s elated state.

Maybe it’s in a sign of good faith or repentance, but Eclipse gingerly rests a large hand palm-up on your boat right next to you. An offer. You consider the translucent webbing between the smooth surface of his digits like it houses a tremendously difficult question you don’t already know the answer to. A few moments you spend hemming and hawing in exaggeration, and to his credit, Eclipse waits patiently—hopefully—for you to hop on, the ocean churning noticeably from the swishing of his powerful tail.

You give a plaintive sigh.

“I suppose I can acquiesce this one request,” you say, snickering at the uncontrollable, excited thumping against the side of your boat from Eclipse’s fins.

He eagerly curls and uncurls his fingers as you step around the sprawled drape of the scarlet frills that adorn his wrist, planting your hands first on his palm and then crawling across until you’re seated in the middle. You’ve learned from experience that it’s best to remain off your feet when being lifted if you want to retain your balance. Eclipse will never let you fall and would almost certainly help you to remain standing if you wobbled, but sitting down for the little ride grants you a bit more stability.

With the utmost care, the mer hoists you out of your boat and over to him. He nuzzles you once more with a soft coo, and then he lowers into the water until only his head and the hand you rest upon aren’t submerged.

You smile up at him.

“Thanks, big guy, but I’m already wet, so I might as well wash this off.”

Eclipse churrs and sinks a little deeper so that the water just laps over his palm. You pat him in appreciation, and he curiously watches as you begin to cup the ocean in your hands and rinse your face and then scrub at your body.

It doesn’t take long to get to a somewhat reasonably clean state again, though you doubt anything in Eclipse’s saliva would be truly harmful to you. The pungent smell, however, might be downright criminal, and that’s saying something because you’ve been around fish for years. But at the end of the day, it’s worth it because it’s still part of your friend, and you wouldn’t change anything about him.

Once the sticky substance has washed away, you lean back on your hands, and Eclipse’s large fingers press protectively at your back. His contentment is visible in the shine of glowing yellow and the peaceful glaze of his languid movements. He floats in place next to your boat with the waves barely disturbing him. The magnitude of his size strikes you yet again despite how much time you’ve spent at his side all these years. Maybe the separation brought on by the storm afflicted your memory of his stature, but you don’t mind the awe that fills you at the leviathan or how small you suddenly feel in his grasp.

You’ve never been safer in the claws of a mer, and that will never fail to warm your heart.

Eclipse trills at the emotions shared through your bond, and with a melted expression, he draws you closer. You are gently deposited atop his chest, and once you’re sure of your footing, you approach his beaming maw. The mer meets you halfway, and when your arms embrace him as much as they can, he releases a slow breath that chases away any chill from the water.

Together, you stay like that in the quiet stillness of dawn, the first cracks of light just kissing the horizon. The world is waking up once more, and you have been given the best greeting of all. After days of restlessness and anxiety and longing, your mind is finally at ease. It’s a serenity that touches your soul, mirroring the same peace from your friend.

Sometimes, a shadow of a terrible memory graces your consciousness, and phantoms of ghastly yellow and purple snap at you. Those awful, living nightmares have grown less obtrusive as the months have passed, fading ever steadily with the more time you spend on the waves with Eclipse. You know you are safe now. There are some things that take more than reassurance to overcome, however, set off by triggers that you’re still learning to pinpoint, but with time and exposure to the sea that is a second home to you, the initial flinching and brief bursts of fright will diminish.

Eclipse’s presence has been grounding all the while. He’s stuck with you through every crest and trough, understanding your inner turmoil better than any explanation you could try to come up with. He’s felt your fear and pain and determined that it’s now his to bear as well if it means it will bring you comfort and recovery sooner. The memories are no less horrible for him too, and you occasionally catch a glimpse of his remembrance of prying apart serrated jaws and reaching for your frantic form.

It’s a shared burden between the two of you. You will see it through together.

A shiver that can’t be blamed on the breeze travels through your body.

Sensing the direction of your thoughts, Eclipse curls his webbed hand even more so around your comparatively smaller frame, like he’s letting you know that he won’t ever let anything take you away from him again. A quiet purr vibrates from his chest, and he nudges you with his cheek until you look up at him again. His scales are creased with worry, but you pet one of his claws to reassure him.

“I’m alright, big guy. I’ve got you here, don’t I?”

Better words couldn’t have been chosen as your leviathan chitters in agreement. The sound soothes the worries of your mind, chased by the fearsome predator who has become your protector. You enjoy the intimate moment with him and the heart-skipping way he stares at you leaning into his grasp.

But that’s all abruptly broken by a thunderous growl that shakes through your feet.

In an instant, Eclipse looks mightily embarrassed, and you flash a grin.

“Someone’s hungry,” you tease, tapping your foot to indicate the petulant thrum that had come from his stomach further down.

The mer shakes water off his frills like a dog, sniffing the air and frowning before his pupils constrict, and his head snaps downward and off to the side at the water. It would seem he’s already locked on to a potential prey. You wonder if he’s about to tear off in the direction of said prey, but Eclipse tips his head back over at you, frills twitching with anticipation. He then taps the tip of a finger at your stomach in question.

You do your best to keep your smile from twisting.

“Not quite a fan of eating raw fish, thanks. This one’s all you, buddy.”

Eclipse emits a distinct whine at your refusal, rays drooping.

“I’ll eat later, promise. It’s still early for breakfast anyways. But I guess I could always just take a chomp out of you if you want me to eat fish so bad, huh?”

Three rapid clacks of sharp teeth are your answer, Eclipse pretending to snap them at you instead like maybe he’ll take a nibble out of you, and you giggle at the fake threat. He squints at you, supposedly very intimidating, you’re sure. His fins flap against the surface of his water much like his tail, and the loud whoosh of air from his gills sounds like a heavy sigh.

“Adorable,” you remark, and Eclipse puffs, his ray-like frills expanding like an orange peacock. “Yes, yes, you’re very big and scary. Now go catch your breakfast, you oversized guppy.”

An aggrieved grumble from the mer shakes through your body, and Eclipse sinks into the deep, pausing long enough to make sure you’re treading water easily enough on your own once you’re submerged.

You give him a little wave, legs swishing beneath you, and a flash of warmth stirs in your chest in response from him.

The giant mer disappears from sight rather quickly, likely sensing the direction his prey has swam off to. He won’t be gone long. You’re confident in his hunting abilities, and the only times it takes awhile are when he’s feeling playful and turning it into a game.

Without the support of your friend to keep you afloat, you paddle over to your boat to conserve your energy. A quick climb up your ladder, and you’re aboard once more and perusing the still water-logged floor with a shake of your head. Your mild disapproval is countered by a sense of indignation within your core from the mer far below.

Not my fault.

Even when he’s focused on hunting, he’s always got to get his two cents in. You snort and step across the slick surface into your cabin.

While food isn’t exactly on your mind right now, you do find something special in sharing a meal together, so you decide to rummage through your kitchenette for a small snack. There are some granola bars you’ve stashed in a cabinet exactly for this reason, so after snagging one, tearing off the wrapper, and disposing the trash in the bin so you won’t have to worry about it later, you shuffle back outside.

The sun is still in its infancy, but the thin streams of light are already casting a new layer of warmth. The streaks of burnt orange remind you of your beloved mer, rippling across the darkly painted sky. Minutes trickle by with nothing but nature for miles, allowing your thoughts to meander. As you take in its beauty, you’re reminded of its resilience and how it will continue to exist long after you’ve passed. The sun will continue to rise and set; the waves will continue to crash and roll and traverse the world. It makes you wonder, head tipping up to admire the stars, what it will be like one day when your and Eclipse’s time comes to an end. There is assurance in that you will go together, bound so intrinsically as mer and human. Such an occurrence is far down in the future, barely conceivable when you have so much life left to live with Eclipse, but as you stand under the starlight’s ever watchful gaze, you muse quietly.

Will you trade a life on the water for an eternity in the stars? Will the galaxies become your new waves, the constellations your new islands? What will it be like to explore the great expanse that rivals even your tremendous ocean?

Your vision shuts to the ethereal light, and you feel the answer in your soul that returns from the leviathan himself.

Harmony. It will be harmony, entwined with you and him forever singing that sweet song that ties you in scarlet thread.

Smile warmer than the sleepy sun, you’re not at all surprised when you hear a splash and open your eyes to see your close friend next to your boat again, waiting patiently for you to emerge from being lost in thought. His tender love is palpable, resonating from deep within your chest and guiding you over to him. As you near, you notice the edge of a tail fin poking out of his maw, and a snicker escapes you.

“Breakfast was successful, I take it?”

Eclipse hums and then in a perfectly unnecessary act opens his mouth to show you just how big of a catch he got. His rows of teeth have expertly speared the swordfish, and while impressive, you know why he’s showing off.

You hold up a hand dismissively.

“Yeah, still not happening.” You wave your granola bar under Eclipse’s dissatisfied scrutiny when he seals his maw shut in suspicion. “I found something else to munch on instead. Extra nutritious. You want some?”

Eclipse hisses like you personally offended him, and you bite back a laugh as you break off a piece of your snack and toss it in your mouth. Last time you tried to feed him some of your “nasty human food,” he wheezed and spat out the microscopic morsel and then proceeded to drag his claws against his tongue like you’d terrorized his tastebuds. He’s so goofily dramatic when it comes to most of your meals and snacks that don’t involve seafood, and he plays it up extra just for you because you adore his theatrics. You know as much because you’d asked him once why he’d reacted that way, and he’d answered with a photographic memory of your face flushed from laughter and your arms clutching your stomach from a time not too long prior.

Needless to say, your cheeks had immediately turned hot yet again, that time for a different reason, and you’d tried and failed to brush off Eclipse’s endeared cooing at your fluster.

He’s such a rascal. Wily prankster of a mer. You more than cherish him.

Taking another bite of your snack, you lean against the railing while Eclipse begins to chew on his meal. You know that one fish won’t be enough to feed a mer his size, but it’ll at least be enough to stave off his hunger for a little bit. The warmth in your core tells you Eclipse isn’t eager to leave your side for longer than necessary. He’s just as intent on companionship as you are.

Swallowing the mouthful of granola, you say, “I brought my pan flute with me again. Maybe we can give your song another shot later today?”

A tremendous purr rumbles across the waves. At the same time, the contentment behind your sternum spikes, and you sigh happily.

“I think I’ve got the first part down,” you add. “It’s what follows after that I’m struggling with, so it’s a good thing I’ve got such a talented conductor to help me.”

Eclipse’s delight transforms to a small grumble with an undertone of disapproval. His tail whacks the water behind him, and the giant mer gives you a disbelieving, reprimanding look.

Talented yourself.

Not expecting that, you smile sheepishly and chuckle a little.

“Thanks. I don’t mean to make it sound like I’m downplaying my abilities. Although your song isn’t exactly made for human lungs, you know.”

Dark pupils roll.

Siren song, comes the dry rebuttal. Natural. Weak human lungs.

You blow a raspberry.

“I’ll have you know I’ve got rather strong lungs for a human! And I can hold air for a long while too, which is why I’m even able to keep up with those drawn-out notes of yours.”

By this point, Eclipse has finished swallowing the fish he caught, and the bumpy texture of his burgundy tongue flicks dangerously across his teeth. The air charges with his intrigued hum, and you can sense your mistake the second you catch the mischief in his stare. Orange and crimson fins flutter, and a colossal maw nears until it hovers inches in front of you.

You’re already taking a cautious step back when the thought flashes in your head, one that is not your own.

Let’s test it then, the susurrous taunt curls around your mind, snaking like a low voice against the shell of your ear, and the blur of an arm is too fast for you to dodge.

“Eclipse!” you shriek with a laugh as the leviathan gently but gleefully snatches you up from your boat and brings you back into the water.

Your meager granola bar is lost to the waves and fish, but it barely catches your notice as the smug mer yet again deposits you on his chest, sinking onto his back with almost-feline elegance. The frills surrounding his face fan out like a blood-orange sunflower as they float in the water. Eclipse’s lower arms begin to lightly pedal across the waves, circling but not straying you and him too far from your boat. With his other hands, he keeps them cupped around you, preventing you from slipping off or getting away.

You know what he wants, can read his intent in the quiver of anticipation rebounding from your core that sings with the desire to dive. But the large mer is waiting for your approval first, not wanting to take you under without checking in regardless of his former tease. The considerate patience chases away the tepid air and flushes your heart with something even hotter.

Your smile is small and appreciative.

“Of course, I don’t mind taking a swim with you. I’ve gotta prove my little human lungs can outlast yours, right?” You pat against his chest. “Show me what you’ve got, big guy.”

Sharp teeth glisten wetly, Eclipse giving a hearty chortle at your challenge. His translucent fins catch the sunlight just as it skips across the indigo waves and reaches you, creating speckles of white gold atop every crest. Eclipse waits for you to take a few deep breaths in preparation, your lungs filling with air until you give him a nod. With a sweet smile, the mer begins to tip backward, sinking headfirst underwater with his hand cupping you all the while as you take the plunge together.

The water is bitterly cold the moment it touches your skin, and you instinctively squeeze your eyes shut at first as the ocean swallows you whole. But you’ve nothing to worry about in the grasp of your friend who keeps you clutched to a warm chest, the beating of his heart strong under your form even with layers of muscle between you and it. The steady thrum is like a lullaby setting your mind at ease, and soon, the flash of nervousness at diving dissipates like it was never there to begin with.

A soft whisper of your name, wrapped in endless patience, coaxes you with a singular want. You feel a second arm slipping behind you, the first slipping lower, which is followed by a large palm spreading at your back and prickling at the strands of your floating hair, covering your entire frame with its size. In careful slowness, you dare to peek through just a crack despite the salty sting of the ocean. You want to see, just for a moment, and the second you do, you are so delighted you took the risk.

The brightness of the sun does not yet penetrate the surface of the deep, but it casts enough light to turn the ocean into an underwater paradise basked in violet hues.

Upside down, you and Eclipse float in the beautiful display of color that transitions from light to dark, the expanse above your head an incredibly rich sapphire. With every swish of his tail and flap of his frills, Eclipse creates a plume of bubbles that catch the thin light in this flipped world. Your legs curl tightly around his slick frame as much as possible, and a bountiful rumble erupts from your friend. He embraces you until there is no room left to spare, and your arms do their best to wrap around him as much as possible.

Golden eyes shine like pure light in the dim purple glow that is incrementally turning lavender while the sun climbs. Eclipse purrs greatly so that you can hear it even underwater. His heart pounds next to yours, a duet not unlike the song that the mer has sung for you since life was still so new to you and him. Age has not withered the exceptionality of it, but it has made you yearn for it all the more. You doubt you will ever stop longing to be close to Eclipse, and you can feel in your chest that he is much the same for you.

Suspended in place in the arms of your closest friend, you find breathing becomes meaningless. The separation that had kept you trapped on your small island and away from him is no more. Finally, you are together again, reunited under a fading starlit sky and within the pleasant rocking of a calm ocean. Home, at last.

Once your lungs begin to ache, your eyes slip shut, and your smile grows when Eclipse presses his to yours. You happily nuzzle him right back, content to just hold each other like this in the morning quiet where nothing and no one disturbs you. The graze of his frills tickles your cheeks while he keeps you close. You stroke the ones you can reach at the sides of his head, and your movement is mirrored by the light carding of a claw through your hair and along the base of your scalp. The intimacy of it threatens to bring tears behind your eyelids, but any and all drops are carried away by the ocean when your eyelashes flutter with your cautious squint.

Eclipse rubs his scaly cheek against yours for a quick, last nuzzle. Though you’d prefer to remain suspended upside-down like this beneath the waves with him, your friend has your preservation on the front of his mind, and he sweeps his tail in a powerful stroke that rights you and him and brings you back to the suncatcher waves.

A prism of droplets sprays across the surface when you’re brought back up to blessed air that your lungs greedily take back in. After a hasty brush of your hand, you blink away the remnants of saltwater. Your lips twitch.

“I think I definitely outlasted you this time, big guy,” you playfully boast.

Scarlet fins flutter in amusement. Eclipse snorts.

If you say so, sea star.

You hum and tap a finger indecisively, rubbing one of his sharper points against your thumb.

“Well, I might be persuaded otherwise. I guess we won’t know unless we try again, will we?” Your smile flirts on the edge of a grin, but what Eclipse returns with next is enough to stun you.

If that is what you wish. Wherever you want to go, the ghost of an answer dances along your consciousness, I will follow.

His amber gaze is flooded with a softness that makes your heart quicken while you’re choked by nothing related to the air you breathe.

It’s funny, you think, how the universe works. To think that you would find your lifelong partner, someone who fits with you like a puzzle piece, out among the waves. Like you were made for each other, regardless of species or place or form.

Here in the embrace of your soulmate, you’ve found everything you need.

Eclipse warbles in surprise when you lean up and press a kiss to his forehead. There, you linger, shutting your gaze to the caress of his silky frills and the salty tang of his home filling your nose. The arms holding you wrap tighter, a third and fourth finding purchase around any part of you that isn’t covered like he can’t touch enough of you.

Your drenched hair runs rivulets down your cheeks, hiding the evidence of your pure happiness that wells inside you and sneaks past wet eyelashes. A faint sound stirs from the leviathan, dipping into a low tune that makes you bury your face in his precious rays and quietly sing along with him his siren call.

You don’t end up ever really responding to his avowal, but you think Eclipse understands you all too well. Locked together like this, you greet the morning as a reunited pair while the memories of a troubled past float away on the seafoam to break on a distant shore.

#*waves* hi Naff! hi Meep!#eclipse x reader #in deep dreams between the waves au #in deep dreams between the waves fanfic #fnaf sb #writing tag #mermay au #mer!eclipse #so I wrote 90% of this on the day Meep posted that breathtakingly gorgeous art #and then life got absolutely nuts for me for like 3 weeks straight #so I didn't have time to write at all until today asklkgjld #also here's a very random fun fact:#the whole time I was writing this #the Land Before Time II soundtrack kept playing in my head #anyone know that one scene from when the two T. rexes reunite with their baby and press their heads together like a happy family?#that scene and the music that plays during it is all I could think of while writing this because Meep's art just reminded me of it so much #I hadn't even heard it since I was a child but writing this just reawakened a core memory of mine #and that was my favorite movie as a kid so of course I had to write this drabble while listening to the music <3 #sorry for rambling in the tags about something completely unrelated lol #hope everyone is having a good day/night!

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So today I had the horniest filthiest dream BUT IT HAS HUGE SPOILERS FOR CATBOYS IN THE HOUSE SO BEWARE and I have no time to write it as a fic right now so you'll have to wait until we get to this point in the story 💀

Just leaving it here so as to not forget this oniric masterpiece 🤌

And spoilers below this cut

So first I was in the POV of the main character of CITH and it seemed that she just had sex with Childe on the couch and she was about to leave but the catboys discovered them and they were really pissed 💀 So to prove who are the official boyfriends they tied Childe to the sofa and sat mc on a chair to fuck her in front of him 💀 (everything was canon and I was planning to include it in the story at some point)

Ok so the smut scene was pretty wild 🥵 Kazuha was sitting on the chair with reader sitting on his lap fucking her facing Childe, Xiao was feral with jealousy, holding onto her shoulder protectively and covering one of her breasts 😳 Venti was at the other side doing the same while giggling, amused by the situation. Albedo jerking off in the background enjoying the whole scene 💀 And Scara yelling super mad at Childe and also jealous because how dare him fuck his beloved Y/N 😡He was telling him things like "I'll teach you how it's properly done" and such.

Childe observing like super interested 😳 as Scara holds onto Y/N as he fucks her from the front, now double penetrating her with Kazuha 😳 So they have this wild session of sex while Scara berates Child the whole time. Y/N even swallows his cum just to rile him up even more and get more sex 😳 She basically has the best time if her life and cums so hard tears start falling from her eyes as a huge smile is plastered on her face 🥵

Then Kazuha and Xiao grab Y/N and separate her from Scara who protests "I'm not done yet!" and Kazuha replies "But she is!" like super firmly and serious, but being pacifist and preventing Xiao to jump down at Scara's throat. Then Kazuha picks Y/N in his arms and carries her to the bedroom to sleep. They all go to sleep except for Scara who is left alone with Childe who is still tied to the couch 💀

Scara still has a stiff boner he can't get down and wants to cum one last time. Here my POV changes to Childe's so I can know all his thoughts: Scara wasn't so smart bc all Childe could see while he was fucking Y/N from the front was his ass right in front of his face. And he liked it a lot 🥵 So he stares at Scara's boner intently and with a naughty smirk tells him: "I could help you with that😏" Scara is like horrified and yells at him "So you're THAT kind! 😠" with his tsundere attitude. And Childe tells him "Don't worry, I'm the kind who says no homo before and after doing it🤭" (When I woke up after dreaming these dialogs I thought I've had enough internet memes for a lifetime 💀)

Anyway Childe gets magically untied bc dream and he starts seducing Scara until he very tsunderely lets him touching while pretending he hates it. And he says "what if they hear us?" And Childe replies "I don't think they'll care, but let's hide in the bathroom anyway" and takes him to the bathroom very delicately where they fuck not very delicately 💀 There I think my POV went back and forth between Childe and Scara and the memories are foggy now but they had a good time. Scara was super tsundere about it and Childe was pleased with what happened and amused by Scara's antics.

Should I add this scene to CITH? It definitely was a wild dream 💀 I hope I have more like this!🤭 It was fun for sure, especially because all the cast was there and all of them were so in character!

I hope I can make some time to write bc there are lots of projects I wanna finish, including next chapter of CITH and Assembled Love. Right now the ones thst are closer to being posted are one post with headcanons for CITH and a request for an Assembled Love spin off.

Bye for now, I'll try to make progress😅

#magical dreams #genshin x reader #genshin smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x childe #kazuha smut #genshin x you

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1misscircle1 · 1 month

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@yo4sblog

(this idea is adorable btw:3 also sorry if it's not very good-)

Dream Sans

I feel like he would be a slightly distant father.

I mean he would be very busy all the time since he's the leader of the star sanses

But he would definitely try to make time for you!

Whenever he comes home expect him to ask for a hug (He's a tired single dad, please hug him😭)

He would also be slightly stern

He just wants to protect you, he means well

Although he is stern, I feel like he wouldn't be too bad about it

He trusts you enough to let you hang out with your friends

Your bond with him would probably be slightly awkward-

I mean since he's so busy, he wouldn't have much time to talk to you

But he would try to make up all the time by taking you to places that you like (At least places he thinks you like)

He would ask you about your interests during these little hang outs

100% supports you in whatever:D

He's just a dad trying his best, he does care for you and wants you to know that

Nightmare Sans

As for this inky octopus, he'd probably be waaaaaay more distant than Dream

Though I feel like he's still somehow have a pretty good bond with you

He makes the other bad sanses be nice to you >:D

(If they don't he drop kicks them-)

I like to think that Nightmare is the type of dad to stop mid-murder session if you wanna show him something:3

Just imagine: "You're gonna die-" *insert very evil laugh from The inky octopus* "Hey dad...look at this drawing:3" *Instantly stops laughing and looks at the picture* "*Dramatic gasp* ITS BEAUTIFUL-"

Anyways- I feel like he would also be very protective of his child

He drop kicks anyone who looks at you wrong:D

He would definitely have his temper though, he tones it down for you though

Unironically calls you 'Orphan' or just 'Child'

He makes Dream babysit you sometimes (or any of the other sanses)

He'd teach you the ways of ✨ Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girl boss✨

He's also just a dad trying his best too-

#Underverse #Dream sans #Nightmare Sans #child reader #father x child reader #platonic

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jay-blue32 · 11 months

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Dream of The Endless x Child/Teen Reader

Um... I don't know what this is. I was debating posting this so close to Father's Day but- screw it.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Angst no comfort ig..., I guess child abandonment, I don't know if that's what you'd call it.

Read it and Weep

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"Sooo, you will never, ever, ever, ever leave me all by myself again?" Dream smiled down at his daughter as he brought their foreheads together as he replied.

"Never."

"Ever?"

"Ever."

"You promise?"

Y/n couldn't stop the smile from growing on her face as she watched her father firmly place a hand over his heart as though he were taking a proper oath (because he was) and repeated her words.

"I promise."

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A tear slipped from his eye and down his cheek as he relieved the memory.

That was nearly half a century ago. He made that promise only to leave the next day and never get back.

God, what must she think of him now?

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"He's going to come back." Lucienne said softly, peering over her glasses in that oh so librarian way.

"You say that a lot." Y/n groaned, she was tired of hearing the same thing day after day.

"I say it because it's true." She answered sternly. "Do you really think he would have just left the Dreaming alone? Left you alone?"

Y/n didn't respond

"Do you?"

After a good second she answered,

"I don't know." Punctuating it with a weak shrug of her shoulder.

Lucienne looked almost surprised- almost

"I would think you would have much more faith in him."

"Fifty years can wear someones faith down."

"He's your father."

"Yea? Then where is he?" She swept her hands around, gesturing at the disheveled library- no one else was there but them. "Not here, that's for sure."

"He told me, no, he promised me that he wouldn't leave me. He promised-" She choked out slumping into one of the library's dusty victorian chairs.

"Why wouldn't he come back? Why..." The words raspy as she tried to hold back the tears on her lashes, if she blinked they'd fall.

"I've known your father for as long as I remember," Lucienne started as she put a hand on Y/n's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. "And if there's one thing I know it's that he has never broken a promise on purpose. Ever."

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He has to get out, has to get back. Back to the Dreaming, back to his little darling.

Was she even little anymore?

It's been nearly a century now.

She probably hates him. But Could he blame her?

He dropped his head, and with a voice so quiet it wasn't even a whisper, he repeated the words he spoke once before, "I promise."

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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The Miracle - Ch.2

Morpheus (Dream of the Endless) x reader (no gender/pronouns mentioned)

Summary: You set out to make Morpheus' dream come true and find some truths about yourself along the way. Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical magic, unprotected sex (reader penetration but no mention of what genitals they have to keep it gender neutral), magical child birth/creation, Daddy Dream - because I feel this should be a warning haha WC: 2880

Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || Ch.4 || Ch.5 || Ch.6

When you arrived in The Dreaming with Morpheus, sleep had been elusive to him. Something dark in his past that he had yet to divulge had left a wound that was only just beginning to heal, but exhaustion ebbed away at him. Sleep had slipped through his fingers faster than the sand in his pouch. But as your bond grew and companionship had turned to love, he had found himself dreaming of more. Dreaming of more than the moment he was in, dreaming of a future. With you.

You couldn’t remember how long you had been in The Dreaming, possibly a year, possibly a century - you weren’t quite sure when time seemed relevant to the whims of his moods. It didn’t matter all that much either, there was no place you would rather be than where you were. The days weren’t burdens when you were with Morpheus, in a place that welcomed your gifts and gave you a freedom you had never felt, to be yourself.

The first glow of dawn cast the room in a golden hue and your tired eyes burned at the intrusion of light. You hadn’t been able to sleep, the need was there but you wanted to make sure nothing disturbed Dream, especially Mervyn with his constant intrusions about menial repairs.

You had kept the night watch at bay and watched Morpheus as he slept, half of his face buried into his pillow. No matter how hard he tried to fix his hair in the morning he would always have the same half flatter than the other because of that. You gently ran your fingers through the thick strands that defied gravity and a soft snore like a purr fell from his parted lips.

“Show me your dreams,” you whispered as you ran your finger down his cheek and along his jaw. “What is on your mind?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you drifted into his hippocampus, melding with his imagination and watching through his eyes.

“…17, 18, 19, 20. Ready or not, here I come,” Morpheus called out to the silent library.

His footsteps were careful, knowing which planks creaked and which ladders squeaked. He passed Lucienne at her desk and raised his finger to his lips so she did not give his presence away.

It was a giggle that pulled his attention away from the librarian and he placed his hands on his hips, a false seriousness falling over his features.

“I could have sworn the stone gargoyle just laughed at me,” he mused aloud, Lucienne struggling to hide her growing smile.

The giggles grew and the dark velvet curtains behind the statue began to waver.

“Aha!” Morpheus exclaimed as he pulled the material aside. “Huh?”

A laugh behind him caught him by surprise and he spun to look at you and you saw yourself through his eyes. They quickly narrowed on you as he realised you had tricked him and he rushed forward, grabbing you around the waist and tossing you over his shoulder like a leaf on the breeze.

“I have a hostage…”

His baritone voice echoed across the vast library until a dark head of hair popped out behind the long aisle for every book of dreamers with names between Chase and Christopher.

“Save yourself!” you cried with a peel of laughter as Morpheus swatted your butt. “Run, baby.”

The child turned and disappeared deeper into the archives, their footsteps fading along with the dream. The bed felt cold as you returned to your body and wiped the tear that clung to your lashes. It was a beautiful dream. One you were desperate to make reality.

Reluctantly leaving your lover to his rest, you slipped from the castle and left the gates that protected the realm and Dream. The sigil in your hand warmed as the gates closed behind you and Death appeared looking as lovely as ever.

“My favourite miracle, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Death greeted with a warm smile, looking over your shoulder briefly. “Dream not with you?”

“He’s sleeping,” you answered and she nodded in understanding. “I actually called you here to ask a favour.”

Where The Dreaming arrived at a beach, the dreamers coming and going like the tide that washed upon the shore, heaven was a city in the sky. Hidden in the whitest clouds, the glint of its silver landscape gave a glimpse of what was to come when you broke the cotton soft cliff face. It was blinding.

Golden gates of ornate design separated you from the city beyond but it wasn’t the city that held your gaze but the patterns along the gate itself.

“Welcome home.”

The voice was a lullaby that soothed the soul and drew you to him, turning until you came to face the Creator himself.

“Home.”

You tasted the word on your tongue, remembering the lilac essence that seemed to saturate the very air you inhaled. With each deep breath you remembered more, walking these streets, climbing the gates despite Peter’s warnings not to. You had always been a reckless being, daring to go where you shouldn’t.

“This is my home,” you laughed. Your fingers traced the symbols on the gate, a different story to the gates of The Dreaming but a story nonetheless. “I am an Angel.”

Pale blue wings erupted from your back at the statement, ripping through the shirt you wore to fill your peripheral with the plume of feathers that layered over them.

God looked down at his hands clasped together and nodded solemnly. “You were.”

Pain lashed behind your eyes and you fell to your knees, pressing the heels of your palms against your temples as the feathers began to fall around you. It was the second time you had mourned losing your wings. You remembered it all.

“You surrendered yourself to become a miracle, it was the only way,” God said as he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You chose this.”

“I know,” you whispered, shrugging his hand from you as you rose on shaking legs. “I remember how you replaced a piece of me with yourself. That is why I have these gifts.”

His face gave nothing away, no tic, no emotion, and you knew you were right. Testing the theory, you told yourself you were still an angel and felt the shifts in the winds as they caught the renewed wings at your back. You closed your eyes and thought of the child from Morpheus’ dream and pictured them standing before you, dark hair like their father, eyes a replica of yours. But when you opened your eyes disappointment tore a hole in your chest.

“A miracle cannot birth another miracle, it is not the way these gifts work,” God said as he stepped away, towards the gates that began to open for him. “Do not ask it of me, I cannot give you what you desire.”

“Desire…”

Your eyes widened at the answer that was staring you in the face. Running to the clifface, you dove over the side and spread your wings. It was best not to overthink your next move, you would surely then realise just how bad it would be.

“Well, well, isn’t this a delightful surprise.”

A shiver climbed your spine at the sultry voice that welcomed you. Red lacquer, glossy and bold, covered every surface of Desire’s gallery - even the sparse furniture were the same vivid colour.

“Hello Desire.”

Their tail swished languidly behind them, the tip curling, beckoning you closer as they smiled dangerously. It was more a baring of teeth.

“I don’t recall inviting you here,” Desire purred as they rose from the chiase they had been lounging on. “And I don’t recall seeing those last time we met. A bit ostentatious don’t you think?”

Their taunting laugh had you gritting your teeth but you needed their help and it wouldn’t do well to insult Desire. Much.

“Is that jealousy I hear?” you teased with a smirk. “You’re not the only one with a flair for the bold.”

Your wings bled to red, matching the smaller decorative plume that they wore strapped to their back.

“So it would seem,” they sneered. “What is it you want? Grown bored of my brother after all these years? I suppose it wouldn’t be such a hardship for me to bed you, you do have nice eyes.”

“I have come to ask a favour,” you said as you pointed ignored their insult.

“You have been busy this morning,” they laughed, stepping closer until you could see yourself in the reflection of their eyes. “Favours here, favours there - what can you possibly offer someone like me?”

You tipped your chin back as your wings spread and a silver glow shimmered across them. “I am an Angel, Desire. There is no realm that can keep me out, no gate I cannot pass. I’m sure you will think of something.”

Their chest rose with a sharp intake of air and they turned away with a deep laugh that had your hackles rising. “You have yourself a deal. Tell me, darling, what is it you desire?”

Desire listened with a mocking smirk as you confessed to wanting a family with Dream but the smirk betrayed a sense of awe they felt when you said you had spoken to God but he hadn’t been able to help.

The silence was heavy as your tale brought you to where you were and Desire rested their head on their hand, contemplating.

“It can be done,” Desire finally said, reclining back on the chaise and draping a leg over the back. “Though it is not simple or painless. Are you sure my brother is worth it?”

Your fists clenched at your side and you pushed down the need to strike out in anger. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make him happy. Tell me what to do.”

Desire flipped back to their feet and stalked across the room, grabbing the ruby that hung around your neck and staring at you through the gem. “He has already given you a piece of himself.”

You tugged the necklace back, feeling the familiar warmth of the stone resting over your heart once again.

“Give him a piece of yourself,” Desire instructed. “When they are joined you will have your own little miracle. Now get out of my realm.”

You turned and stepped toward the edge of the gaping chest cavity that Desire resided in but their parting words left a pit of dread in your stomach.

“I'll be calling about that favour, darling.”

You spotted his dark silhouette the moment you stepped into the throne room, his eyes glowing in the dim light. It should have been daylight but the realm had gone dark when you passed the gates, not even the dragons dared to take the skies with the storm brewing overhead.

“You’re back,” Morpheus remarked quietly, as if he hadn’t believed you would.

“Of course, my lord, I have no plan on ever leaving you.”

“But you did.” He rose from his throne and his boots echoed heavily around the empty room as he made his way down the steps. “You left and I had no idea where you went, if you had been taken.”

His voice cracked and your heart shattered with it as you rushed up the stairs and crashed into his chest. Your wings wrapped protectively around him and his eyes fluttered shut as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent he had missed.

“I had an inkling the first time I laid my eyes on you,” he whispered in your ear as his fingers gently stroked your wings that had returned to their natural colour of a clear sky on a winter's day. “Someone so beautiful could only be an angel.”

“I’m sorry that I worried you,” you apologised as knots tied in your stomach. “There was something I had to do.”

You pulled away and opened the hand that had been clutched behind his back. The wound was still healing, an angry red gash that was slowly knitting itself back together, but resting over the offering was a cerulean stone wrapped in a silver chain.

Every slight movement hurt your hand but the spilling of blood was worth the sacrifice to take a piece of yourself and create the stone you held out to Dream.

“So you will always have a piece of me with you,” you promised as you reached over his head and hung the chain, resting the stone over his heart.

His hand held yours over the stone and as he stared into your eyes, searing your very soul. “There is no greater gift I have or will ever receive.”

Dream pulled you back against his body and you sighed into his kiss as he devoured your very essence with the fervour of a starving man. You could taste his need for reassurance that you were still with him, that you had returned, and you gladly gave it to him. Your fingers buried into his hair and tugged the strands so his neck was bared to you, the thick veins and the rapidly thumping pulse begging you to graze your teeth over them.

“You will never be rid of me, Morpheus,” you promised as you disintegrated his clothes, your’s soon following. “I am yours for eternity.”

“As I am yours, endlessly.”

Dream pulled you down with him, need washing away all sensibility, responsibility, as he sat on the steps of his mighty throne room and pulled you onto his lap. Your wings shuddered and your head fell back with a cry of passion, his hands gripping your hips as he filled you, guiding you to take your pleasure.

Your mind was fragmented and fractured by what Dream could do to you, by what he gave to you. You collapsed against his chest as your orgasm threatened to break you completely and felt the racing beat of his heart drumming against yours. Heat spread across your skin in a wildfire and you screamed as you touched the epicentre, the stone.

An echo of your scream fell from Dream’s lips but you could do nothing to ease the pain as the two stones reached for each other. Tearing the ruby from your neck, it hit the cerulean stone and Dream tore it from him, the melded stones clattering to the floor as his armour poured over his body.

He positioned himself in front of you protectively as light burst from the stone that was quickly swelling and he frowned at the shape behind the glow. “It’s a creation…”

“No, Dream,” you whispered as tears pricked your eyes. “It’s a child. Our child.”

Dream hissed at the burns to his hands but persevered as he lifted the stone from the steps, the shape of a baby now clear as the glow began to fade and a warbling cry broke the silence.

A blanket softer than your feathers drifted into your hands and you carefully wrapped it around the precious baby girl with a head of dark hair looking as stunned at her arrival as her father.

“We never talked about this,” Dream murmured quietly as he gently rocked his daughter in his arms. “I didn’t think it was possible.”

“It seems I need to keep reminding people that there is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy,” you said with a smile as you wrapped your arms around him and your daughter, your family. “Anything is possible with a bit of hope.”

“Hope,” Morpheus smiled, breaking away from your shimmering eyes as tears began to fill his own. “Then that shall be your name, sweet child.”

“Oh, she is gorgeous, dear brother,” Death cooed as she stepped into the throne room.

Morpheus turned cold in an instant, placing her into your arms and stepping towards his sister. “You cannot have her.”

“Relax, she is blood of my blood, I just came to congratulate you both,” Death reassured him, her arms open as a sign of trust. “You of all people know best that Hope can never die.”

Stepping aside, Dream let Death pass and you handed the sleeping baby over safe with the knowledge that Hope would have the immortality of an Endless and an Angel flowing through her veins. Death drifted off, humming a tune to her niece as Dream pulled you into his embrace.

“Thank you.”

“You never have to thank me for this, I wanted this just as much as you did.” A mischievous glint intrigued him as you smiled and kissed his jawline until you reached his ear. “Now I get to call you Daddy.”

His loud laugh bellowed across the room and Death turned with a curious glance that he waved off. “It does have a ring to it. Lord Morpheus, King of Dreams, Daddy of the Endless.”

“There’s just one more title that’s more important than all the rest combined, Father of Hope.”

He spun you around and rested his chin on your shoulder as you both watched the sleeping baby being carried back to your waiting arms. His breath caught at the sight that he thought he would never see in the eternity he would live for.

“Father of Hope.”

Click here for chapter three.

#dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #sandman fanfiction #child of the endless #dream of the endless #morpheus x you #dream x you #the sandman

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genshinimpactconfessions · 9 months

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I had a dream where I played uno with some of the fatui and it ended with dottore throwing the card deck, scaramouche crying in the corner, pantalone counting his winnings from bets, childe trying to steal pantalones money, and me just screaming.

#confessions!#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #Genshin impact childe #genshin impact tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #genshin impact dottore #genshin dottore #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche #genshin pantalone #genshin impact pantalone #childe #tartaglia #dottore #What a funny dream!#genshin childe

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ssseob · 1 year

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cold hands

your lover comes home from a long day of work to find you asleep. you cant blame them for teasing you since your reactions are just too cute!

- pairing: various fandom x gn!reader

- warnings: menaces MENACES, tooth rotting fluff :)), UNEDITED AHHHH

note: took my bio final today……..

it was another monotonous day of having your lover taken away from you for their work. as much as you supported them and encouraged them to keep at it, achieve their dreams and that you didn’t mind how it affected your sanity without them there for a majority of the days in a week; you still couldn’t help but miss their comforting warmth when they weren’t in your presence.

you knew they weren’t going to be home for another thirty minutes but it was already three in the morning, and you were getting restless. you pondered about their health; of course, you admired their work ethic and ambition, but what would all that matter if they get hurt? nodding your head in confirmation, you decide that you would have a conversation about how they should always prioritize their health (as well as your own, seeing as you were dying to have them near you again- but you wouldn’t tell them that).

unfortunately for your plans, your ideas were becoming clouded, the trains of thought started to slow, and your inner voice dialled down to a whisper, and you find yourself drifting off to dreamland.

when your lover had finally arrived home, he opens the bedroom door to find you laying peacefully, engulfed in slumber. it wasn’t an unusual sight that you were asleep by the time they got home, they would be rather concerned if you were still wide awake. so, they slip into bed after freshening up and their hands find their way under your pyjama shirt. He cups the skin of your waist and before they know it, you jolt awake from your sleep.

“w-what happened, are you okay?!” their panicked voice was the first thing you heard, and although their concern warmed your heart, all you could focus on was their freezing cold hands.

“your hands! they’re so cold” you whined sleepily, tensing at the chilling sensation of the hands of your significant other.

when you locked eyes with them after your confession, their concerned gaze suddenly shifted to one of mischief, eyeing you with warning.

“...you mean, these hands?” he asks, moving his hands back under your shirt to rest his palms on your stomach.

you shriek at the feeling, recoiling at the temperature. you can’t help but whine softly while your partner continues to tease you through his soft laughs. having enough of their antics, you turn to face them fully and hide your face into their chest.

noticing your embarrassment, he softens his laughter, “sorry, i just love teasing you, you’re too adorable…”

hearing this, your arms wrap around his waist. “you’re hands are so cold… you need to start taking care of yourself more, I would really hate to see you hurt or sick… bring gloves next time…” and with that, the starry sky laid its hand back over your eyes and lead you to slumber.

a tender smile made its way onto your partner's lips, he too was guilty of the lack of time he has been putting away for you. he shifts in your embrace to get more comfortable before doing one last thing to remind you that he loves you.

“ah!” he smiles at the reaction of his hand, back under your shirt and now touching your back.

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mcytcares · 10 months

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Helloo, just found your blog and the writing is really great, I love blogs that write platonic x readers :'D

Could I request maybe a Karlnapity x child reader (not modern AU or anything, just normal DSMP)?

Take care of yourself and take your time <3

so sorry for posting once in a blue moon </3 im starting to get back into writing so here you go anon!

KARLNAPITY AND CHILD READER

Type - Headcanon

Familial

Dream SMP

Note - This involves the DSMP characters only. Also this is written with a gender neutral reader in mind :]

Warnings - N/A

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Fun dads! Karl is definitely the softest for you while Sapnap is the most attentive.

Karl is very playful and gets you all sorts of toys. He encourages you to play outside and just enjoy your time, leading you on tame explorations around Kinoko. He forages with you and helps you identify different kinds of mushrooms and plants.

Karl occasionally tells stories of times long past with foggy eyes and an odd tone.

He makes soup with you and makes you breakfast. He's not the best cook in the house but he does make good mushroom soup.

Sapnap likes to play rough, encouraging games involving sports or physical activity of any kind. You wanna play knights? He makes you a cardboard sword to swing around (no matter if you're a knight or princess), and he's the big bad dragon you've gotta defeat! He enjoys picking you up and swinging you around– of course he's never too rough but he tends to throw you around a bit.

He also likes lots of sports– soccer, basketball, football, etc. If you're an active kid, he'll play whatever you want all day.

Sapnap also makes sure you can defend yourself, and teaches you how to fight against mobs. He always keeps a watchful eye on you whenever you're out and about, but he knows you can handle yourself when night falls.

Quackity can be distant and quiet at times, but when he's around he showers you with gifts and praise. He gives you toys, expensive clothing, trinkets– basically whatever you want, he'll get.

He also tells you stories and brings back souvenirs whenever he goes to Las Nevadas. He often reads from books but also talks of his colleagues and any humorous incidents that have happened to him.

His softer side comes out in these moments– he loves making you laugh, seeing your face light up makes his whole week.

Quackity is banned from the kitchen, thus your days with him are spent going out and shopping or meeting up with Quackity's friends. He spoils you with anything you have your eye on, even if you don't ask for anything.

If you're more creative than active, Quackity gets you lots of books for you to read, on whatever subject you like. Space? Dinosaurs? Nature? He can get those. Fiction books, fantasy, horror? Sure!

Karl will gladly color or draw with you, taking great delight when you show him your drawings and making a big show of it.

"Oh, what's this?? Oh, [Name], this is amazing! Literally, like, Mona Lisa quality, what the heck! I'm putting this up on the fridge!"

Every drawing is posted on the fridge with little magnets, proudly displaying your creativity. Sapnap and Quackity both compliment your skills, Sapnap ruffling your hair or giving you a noogie.

"Look at our little artist!"

"Woah, the world's gotta watch out. We've got a master in the works."

Days where the whole family is together can be chaotic. Dinners are lively and you get a lot of attention. Sapnap is the main cook of the household, and food cooked by him is full of love for his family. If you're a picky eater, he caters to your needs, but encourages you to branch out if you ever want to.

If you fall ill, they're all there to support you. Sapnap tends to you at every complaint (albeit telling you not to be so dramatic), Karl makes you some soup, and Quackity gets your medicine.

Nightmares are similar-- Sapnap and Quackity both advise you to fight back against whatever scary monster is in your dreams. Quackity tries to comfort you by telling you it's not real, or by reading you a story. Karl offers to sit and listen if you want to talk about it, and gives nice, warm hugs.

#karlnapity #karl jacobs #quackity #sapnap #familial #headcanon #anonymous #fluff #dsmp #child reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #familial x reader #karlnapity x reader

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May i request a sandman fic where Dream is forced to interact with children, preferably with Death

(also, despite death being there, could you perhaps not make it depressing)

Didi's Brother

Dream of the Endless x Reader (but its mostly dream & ze baby boy)

Summary: "Di!" I rather excitedly called, grabbing the woman by the arm, "you didn't tell me your brother was hot." She laughs, "don't you think it would be rather odd if I told you 'oh, I have a hot brother.'"

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: fem!reader, single mom!reader, Death is referred to as Didi, Dream boy Morpheus is referred to as Murphy, fluff, angst?, typos, etc.

A/N: i hope you like it!!! its pretty fluff! and also nonnie ???? it's never depressing when death is around!!! HAHAHH i made the kid a baby boy because i normally write dream in a girl dad lens. boy dad time HAHAHH Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

The moment the boy heard a knock on the door, he scrambled in excitement and ran to the door screaming, "MUMMA, SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOR!"

Upon hearing this from the bathroom, I yell back, "okay, I'll be out in a minute. Don't open the door."

The child nodded but ran to the door anyway, checking to see who it was, pressing his cheek to the entrance. He hoped it was their neighbor. She was an old lady who always gave him sweeties (in secret).

When he doesn't hear anything, he pulls away and busts a lung out, "WHO IS IT!"

He hears a chuckle.

"It's auntie Didi!"

Oh em gee, that was even better!!!!!

"MUMMA!" the boy screams his guts out that it echoes inside the bathroom.

I sigh but chuckle. I flush and step out.

"HURRY IT'S AUNTIE DIDI! MUMMA! mUMmA! MUMMA! M U M M A !"

"Goodness," I huff as I jog towards my son, who was jumping in excitement, "give me a chance."

The moment the door opens, the boy leaps towards the dark clothed woman and strangles her legs, "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

Both of us look down and chuckle at the boy. Didi brushes his wispy hair back and gently pinches his cheek, "hello, Benji."

"HI, AUNTIE DIDI!"

I lean in and hug the woman, "hey, Didi, thanks for coming."

Didi chckles, "happy to watch this sweetheart."

When we pull away, I then lock eyes with the man behind her. My lips part at his dark eyeliner, sharp cheekbones, and messy hair, "oh... hello there."

"Greetings," he says, lips barely curving into a smile.

Didi turns over her shoulder, "this is my brother, Murphy."

"Oh," I say, unable to take my eyes off him, but do so rather reluctantly.

"I hope you don't mind. He's going to be babysitting with me today."

Upon hearing this, Benji pulls away from Didi and peeks behind her, examining the tall man. Seeing that he looks quite similar to his beloved auntie Didi, with their goth aesthetics, he agrees with himself that he's probably going to be just as fun as her.

This was how Murphy became Benji's right-hand construction man as he busied himself in the livingroom, building a fort.

"HMMM," he hums loudly, "I think you should up and-" he fixes the pillow walls, "-and- and get mumma's pillows because it's falling!"

"Benji, no," I call as I hear this. I adjust my coat on my shoulders as I head for the door, "just use the pillows here."

Benji whines as his right hand man kneels down next to him to keep the pillows from falling. The boy protests, "but mumma!!!!"

"If you want him to get the pillows, you have to go up with him," I say as Didi chuckles at the child, "and you have to ask him politely."

Benji beams and immediately yanks Murphy from the fort, making it topple down, "uncle Murphy, can we please, please, please get some pillows upstairs."

"Benji," I warn.

Murphy stands and nods, "very well."

Benji excitedly drags him with all his strength, "we can get the stuffed toys too!!!! MR. SNUFFALUFFAGUS!"

I watch as Murphy bends to allow the boy to drag him by the hand up the stairs. I turn to Didi, who is also watching them go upstairs.

Because of the boys short legs, it takes rather long for them to climb the steps one by one. Murphy pulls his hand out of the boy's grip to hold him on both arms, "would you like to hold on the hand rails, Benjamin?"

Benji turns to Murphy and reaches out to him instead, "carry?"

Murphy stills for a moment, but then picks up the child, craddling him in his arms. Something happens to my heart as I watch him climb the stairs with my baby. Once they are at the top, my stomach flurries at the sight of him tickling my son sweetly.

"Di!" I rather excitedly called, grabbing the woman by the arm, "you didn't tell me your brother was hot."

She laughs, "don't you think it would be rather odd if I told you 'oh, I have a hot brother.'"

I burst into a fit of laughter, "point taken."

Didi giggles with me.

"So... is he single?"

Didi rolls her eyes, "why don't you ask him yourself?"

I clear my throat and shake my head, "just curious..."

She raises a brow and crosses her arms.

"Are you sure it's alright for him to watch Benji with you?"

She shakes her head, "oh, you saw them. Just go already, unless you wanna be late. And anyway, I'll be right here the whole time."

Eventually, all the pillows in the house were used to fortify the castle upon the couch. Murphy was then assigned to play a monster and Didi was assigned as a fairy. Benji was obviously a knight.

"Okay," Benji points as he looks to Murphy, "destroy the castle."

He is a bit shocked, "must I? We spent much time balancing the pillows in order to stand like this."

Benji shakes his hands, "no, you have to-" but then hurtles himself into the plush pillows and destroys it himself as he growls.

Didi giggles as he watches the child do this. Murphy watches, entirely still.

Once destruction was laid upon the pillowy castle, Benji stands and then gasps, "OH NO THE MONSTER DESTROYED IT!"

Didi places a hand on her lips, holding back her laughter, "gosh. Don't you just hate it when that happens?"

Murphy finally understand his role. He crosses his arms then tilts his head, a rather threatening stance in all honesty. The prince of stories muses, "𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢. ℑ 𝔥𝔞��𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥�� 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪. 𝔔𝔲𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔶-" SMACK!

Benji takes a pillow and wacks it across the monster's waist in the middle of his speech.

Flabbergasted, Murphy could not do much other than accept the assualt of the Knight of Featherdown. The pillow slips out of Benji's hand because of a particularly hard hit on the man's leg. The boy then grabs the other pillows and stuffed toys, chucking it to Murphy. It barely hits the monster because of knight's poor hand-eye coordination.

Didi laughs, "the fairy will help!"

And so the knight and the fairy fight the monster until he gets the wits to grab a pillow and shield himself.

"ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡!" Murphy proclaims, "ℑ 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪!"

His sister translates for the boy, "sir Benji! He says he's going to eat everything!"

"NOOOOO! YOU DON'T EAT PILLOWS!"

"𝔅𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯."

Benji growls through a giggle, "GOOD ALWAYS WINS!"

Eventually, Murphy is defeated, sprawled chest down on the carpet, a five year old sat on his back victoriously.

Benji, thoroughly excited by the turn of events, giggles as he catches his breath. He decides to mimic the man and lie chest down on Murphy's back. The latter feels his cells come alive at the feel of the boy's heartbeat.

"You are a valiant opponent, Sir Benjamin," Murphy mutters.

Didi chuckles and sits down next to them. She rubs the kid's back, "he means your a great knight, Benji."

"Indeed."

Benji turns to Didi then slides off Murphy. The boy walks over to her, "Aunti Didi."

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Is Murphy a puppa?"

Didi blinks and turns to her brother. She places her hand on the boy's back, "why don't you ask him."

Murphy, who obviously heard this, pushes himself up and sits down, waiting to be asked.

Benji turns to him, "are you a puppa?"

He straightens his back and nods, "I am."

"Do you have a son?"

"I do."

Upon hearing this, the boy frowns, "oh."

Didi brushes the boy's hair, "why do you ask, Benji?"

Benji shakes his head and gives no response.

Lord Morhpeus does not like this, and so, he makes the child sleepy.

Benji yawns and stretches.

Didi smiles at him, "wanna take a nap?"

Benji nods.

The moment Benjamin goes to sleep, Murphy meets him in the Dreaming. The child is clad in armor and is sat upon the back of a unicorn. Murphy asks the knight what his question meant and the boy tells him he wanted to ask him to be his puppa.

Murphy thinks about the boy's words for a moment then nods, "I will be your puppa whenever you are in my realm."

Sir Benjamin, Knight of Featherdown, beams, "thank you, puppa."

#dream of the endless fanfic #dream & reader #dream of the endless fluff #the sandman fanfic #the sandman fluff #morpheus fluff #dream fanfic #dad!dream of the endless #dream & child!reader #dream x reader #dream of the endless x reader #papa bear!dream #dream of the endless angst #morpheus fanfic #morpheus angst #the sandman angst

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