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writethrough · 1 year

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feel free to imagine a sexy interpretation. Also, I'm going to add a loss of virginity here just for fun. In this scenario, Dream is finally willing to admit to himself that he loves the reader, but he's still not willing to confess (and he's also still a possessive/obsessive jerk), so instead he chases after the woman's dreams, especially until even your wet dreams. And 2 possible catalysts here, either Dream sees that the reader is dreaming about having sex with someone else and becomes insanely jealous or he sees someone flirting with the reader in the waking world and becomes insanely jealous XD. This is so Dream, like a king, he feels entitled to the reader and his time, and while he's trying to work up the courage to confess, he makes sure the reader can't hook up with anyone else.

I Am Yours, But Are You Mine

(Morpheus x Female Reader)

Warnings: Minor language, suggestive situations, kinda possessive Morpheus

Word Count: 1651

A/N: Oh my goodness, thank you so much for being so patient! Unfortunately, Morpheus has been one of those characters that I haven't been as motivated to write. And I hate forcing myself to write when I'm uninspired. Thankfully, I found sparks of it here and there.

I tried to follow your request as truly as I could (the lost of virginity didn't quite make it), but I ran with your possible catalyst options! I do think I need to work on my jealous/entitled Morpheus, though. I think he could've turned out better.

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it! And thank you for requesting it!

Images of you and that human haunted him. It was all he could think about as he sat on the staircase to his throne. How that man approached you. How he smiled, and you returned it. How he made you laugh, soft and delicate.

Morpheus’ jaw tightened, and he snapped his book shut.

Was it too late?

Had he lost you before he could have you?

He closed his eyes, trying to fight those thoughts with the ones of you and him.

How, when Morpheus appeared, you greeted him with warmth and tenderness. How you touched his arm in reassurance or when you were startled. You knew he would protect you. It was instinctual how you moved closer and tucked yourself behind him.

He had never felt more vital.

And yet, earlier, you had that same kindness for that man.

How long had you known him? When did you meet him? What was he to you?

You would have told Morpheus about any romantic partners.

His fist clenched as his arm hung off his knee.

To think, mere days ago, he had realized that he loved you. He would have been content to dedicate himself to you silently. An ever-present confidant for his heart’s deepest desire. How quickly things could change.

He had to do something.

—

Morpheus had grown more agitated throughout the day. The more he thought about you and that man, the darker his mind became.

He had finished crafting new nightmares when he sensed you had entered the Dreaming.

He had to go to you. He needed to know what that man wanted from you—and if you wanted anything from him.

You didn’t need anything from that human.

He was quick to find you within your dream.

A replica of your home, which he found strange. Rarely did your dreams play out here. You were usually conscious within the Dreaming. And his heart went out to you, knowing your day must have been stressful.

He peered into your room and nearly unleashed every nightmare in his realm.

You were laid bare with that man hovering over you.

Morpheus’ knuckles whitened. And before he could think better—before he could calm himself. He swiped the dream away and sent you into the Waking World.

—

You woke with a frustrated groan.

Of course. Of course, you had to wake up when things were getting good.

You scrunched your nose when you recalled who had been in your dream.

You sighed. At least your subconscious knew not to dream about Morpheus in his kingdom. You might actually die if that happened.

Though, the replacement for him wasn’t all bad. You had noticed the similarities when you met him right away. Tall, black hair, lithe, but his eyes were brown and not the blue you had come to love. And where Morpheus’ presence held authority and power, the stranger’s had a shyness, a quiet confidence that you may have been attracted to in a different time. However, you only wanted one being.

You stretched before climbing out of bed.

You weren’t sure when you realized you loved Morpheus, but after you internalized it, you promised to never act on it.

There had to be hundreds, if not thousands, of creatures who had fallen for the Dream King. And yet, you had only heard of two that captured his attention. Who were you to think you stood a chance of being his? He was one of the most important beings in existence. You were a measly human—here and gone before he could blink.

You shook your head.

You were grateful for Morpheus’ friendship. He listened and held an interest in you that you couldn’t understand. You would gladly take whatever relationship you could have with him.

You slowly got ready for your day. You had more time with your early waking and decided to do more with your makeup. It had been years since you applied makeup for someone else’s benefit. But you wondered if Morpheus would notice anything different.

Scrunching your nose again, you rid that thought from your mind. Morpheus didn’t care about how you looked. He’d told you appearances meant little to him, that it was dreaming that held someone’s true soul.

You wished you could know his.

—

Morpheus would’ve broken his teeth if he were human—and perhaps his wrist, too, if he squeezed any tighter.

He stood with his hands behind his back, staring out the stained glass windows in his throne room.

He had stopped your dream from continuing, but the reality was different.

His entire arsenal of power was at his disposal. Morpheus could do whatever he wished to that human, but that would only end in you being upset with him—or furious if extreme enough.

No, Morpheus had to prove himself. He had to make you see that he was the only one for you—that only he could provide for and protect you—stand by you in the way you deserved.

And he’d do so tonight.

—

Morpheus appeared in your kitchen doorway, mind racing. Anger and fear and uncertainty beneath a stony exterior.

And then he saw you. As stunning as ever.

And it all vanished.

All except his desire to tell you.

Your kindness and strength had lured him to you the moment you met. He’d come to know how closely you held those you cared about, and somehow, he was one of them.

And the thought of letting you go, of you choosing someone else…he couldn’t fathom that.

You brought him so much peace.

You spun from your refrigerator to your island, produce in hand, and finally saw him.

“Shit, Morpheus!” You held a hand to your heart. “Give me a warning next time.”

His face remained as still as ever, but you swore you saw a passing gleam in his eyes.

“My sincerest apologies,” he said, stepping toward you.

You waved it away, half believing him.

“Want anything to drink?” you asked, chopping the first ingredient.

He scanned the food, but you weren’t entirely sure he was seeing it.

“I must ask something of you,” he said.

“Okay.” You placed the knife down. “What is it?”

“Have you found someone?”

You tilted your head, brow pinched. “Found someone?”

Morpheus never hesitated when speaking—and you weren’t sure that was the word for it now—but something made him consider his next question carefully.

“Are you spoken for?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it, slowly connecting the dots.

“Are you asking if I’m dating anyone?” Your heart picked up. He had never asked something so intimate before.

“Yes.”

“No.” You licked your lips. “No. What brought this on?”

The faintest pink graced his cheeks. His eyes shifted to the side, then back.

“...You dreamt of him.” He breathed like something terrible would happen if he spoke louder.

Your heart clenched at his look of betrayal, trying to recall what he meant. Then, your eyes widened. He must have seen what happened at the coffee shop.

“Are you talking about that guy who came up to me?” you asked.

Morpheus shifted his chin downward, the most movement he used for a nod, and didn’t break eye contact.

“Morpheus…I don’t even remember his name,” you said, being as gentle with him as possible.

The space between his brows twitched. “You dreamt of him.”

Your head dropped in embarrassment.

You shrugged. “It’s been a while.”

It wasn’t much of an explanation. Although the guy had been attractive, you weren’t interested in him when he spoke—something unnecessary in dreams. All he had to do was get the job done, but with Morpheus' attitude, you could guess why that dream ended before anything could happen.

“Are you…jealous?” you asked.

“I am a king. I do not experience jealousy.” His head lifted ever so slightly.

“Historically, you do,” you said pointedly, trying to hide your smirk.

He hummed as if annoyed, but you knew better. You had stumped him.

“You are fortunate I hold you dear,” he said. “Not many can speak to me as such.”

You laughed breathily and stepped forward, grateful your answer pacified him.

You regarded him carefully. The smooth plains of his face, the sharp lines of his jaw and nose, his blue eyes. His lips. Your feelings for Morpheus were bubbling to the surface in a way you couldn’t ignore, and to think he possibly returned them? It nearly sent your head spinning.

“You know…I wouldn’t mind if you were a little jealous,” you said.

“And why is that?” He arched a brow, trying to remain composed.

“Because then it would mean you share my feelings,” you whispered. “It would mean I could kiss y—”

Lips were on yours—warm and powerful, a surge of pent-up passion. He’d waited far too long to taste you, to know the curves of your hips and the dip in your spine.

Your body melded into his as if he was the lock and you were the key. You opened him up to things he never thought he’d want to experience again. And you kept his secrets. You protected him. Made him feel safe. He was desperate to do the same for you.

You pulled away, but Morpheus followed, giving you quick kisses until you put a hand on his chest, laughing.

“Just…give me a second.” You inhaled. “One of us needs to breathe.”

The faintest pink graced his cheeks, and you grinned.

“I apologize. It slipped my mind,” Morpheus said.

You shook your head. “Don’t. Never apologize for doing that.”

You pecked his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, and lingered just beyond his lips.

“Guess I have someone else to dream about,” you whispered, each word brushing your lips against his.

He let out a low rumble. “There is no need to dream.”

His hands grasped the back of your neck and pulled you into him. You moaned when his sand whirled around you, knowing exactly where you were headed.

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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ɢʀɪᴇꜰ | ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴜꜱ

GIFs not mine!

Lord Morpheus x Deity!Reader (Goddess of Nature and Music)

summary: In the wake of his own capture, his queen was imprisoned too.

word count: 971

warnings: angst, seriously, this is angsty, blood, Morpheus wants to burn the Waking World to ashes

author’s note: My first Morpheus work, and we’re directly starting with something short and angsty xD I’m so unhappy with how this turned out, but I’m pushing myself to upload these types of works anyway because I’m my biggest critic and all that. Plus, I’m shitty at writing pure angst. But we’ll deal with this for now before we’re gonna turn to the fluffy part of writing for this god of a man <3

»part 2? part 2.«

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His eyes were trained on the woman lying next to him on the solid, cold ground. His hand outstretched, his fingers twitching desperately in order to reach her. Only mere inches parted them, but the existence of the laughable distance was mocking him in its impossibility to overcome. Not in his current state.

Dry lips moved slowly, forming words without letting a single sound escape; the agony too consuming to mutter a single syllable. Morpheus was not even convinced she could hear him if he would succeed in calling her name, trying to nudge her mind back into consciousness with the power of his voice. A helpless sound was the only audible thing escaping his parted lips.

And then, abnormal darkness engulfed him once more.

—

His returning consciousness let him move his hand again, but instead of finally palpating the silk-like skin of his wife underneath his fingertips, the Lord of Dreams touched icy cold glass. Unsteadily, he opened his distinct blue eyes, which once held the entire universe in them, but now only pictured the void of a pitch-black night sky. He felt so heavy, his mind slow, his body not responding the way it was supposed to. The loss of his powers was something he almost missed because his tired eyes suddenly rested on red droplets scattering the dirty stone floor.

With a silent groan, Morpheus pushed himself up on his bare knees, blinking rapidly to sharpen his eyesight in the dimly lit basement. Suddenly, he wished he had not done it as every single ounce of air was pushed out of his lungs as if he had fallen from a high looming tower and crashed onto the ground. He felt as if he would suffocate in a matter of fleeting moments; his eyes trained motionless on the pool of blood surrounding a body he knew better than his own.

YN’s eyes blinked slowly, her chest rose barely perceptible for a human’s eye, the fingertips of her outstretched arm trying to find a hold of this realm. Morpheus knew she made an effort to anchor herself so Death could come and bring her back into the Dreaming before every ounce of life had left her body. But he could feel with every agonizing piece of his soul how life slowly faded out of her bright shining eyes, forever reminding him of Fiddler’s Green and every single vegetation that grew in their realm. His heart ached heavily in his chest, tears blurring his sight, and both hands were pressed onto the glass, trying to push through it to get to her, to protect her just as she obviously had done for him.

“YN.” His voice broke in the middle of her name, unable to speak it out, to taste every syllable of it on his lips, letting it flood his mind to ease a pain he had never experienced, never had suffered before. The salty lakes his eyes had turned into overflowed, and still, he didn’t dare to move his gaze from her, not even as his capturer stepped into her blood. Raging fury and hatred burned his insides as the human closed his hands around her throat and neck to lift her off the ground, pressing her body onto the sphere, facing lover to lover. Her eyes, which tended to change their colors frequently, stared dull and lifeless into his own, and despite her dying state, YN managed to grant him the sight of the attempt of one of her beautiful smiles, which always illuminated his life and the Dreaming, bringing comfort and joy.

“Poor little thing. You see, she tried to save you, and I cannot let that happen. So… Her pitiful death is practically your wrongdoing.” Morpheus almost did not listen to the echoing voice, instead holding the last remnants of her gaze captured in his, salty crystals flowing over both faces, connecting them in their pain and loss though separated by sorcery. Her lips gently moved, only visible to his eyes, and he started to make out her words as her eyes lost the last specks of life and her body went limp. The man only let her drop to the floor, where she landed in her own blood, shedded in her attempts to protect him as they had promised one another on the night of their wedding under the darkest but most ethereal firmament ever seen by the eyes of humans, deities, and endless.

With burning rage in his now flaming blue irises filled with a darkening void that swallowed every other emotion in its wake, the Lord of Dreams slowly stared up at his jailer, his heart only knowing hatred anymore. He wanted to see this world burn, but in particular, he craved to see this human burn—the one who had robbed him of his wife and queen, the love of his existence. He wanted to hear him beg for mercy. He wanted to listen to his piercing screams filled with agony, and he would not even stop when he was certain the man had learned his lesson before ending his life with his own bare hands. Morpheus would relish in the afterglow of his glorious vengeance before turning his gaze to the rest of this degenerated order to end every single life himself.

And maybe, after the last scream had faded, he would be satisfied to finally mourn the only woman he had ever wanted.

His gaze settled back onto her body after their capturer left him with her; tears continuing to cover his skin and drowning his soul in anguish and torment which didn’t leave him—

Not even after a century of imprisonment and her gentle voice wandering through his mind, repeating her last words to him over and over.

I will find you in my next existence, my love.

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I kinda don’t like it, but hey, it’s my first time writing for my baby, so that’s okay. Hope y’all enjoyed it anyway. As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated! <3

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alexander-arcturus-black-lupin · 7 months

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Walks along the Dreaming

Fandom: The Sandom

Paring: Morpheus x Dream of The Endless

Genre: Fluff

A/N: I love my tall white emo boy sm aaaaa Idk if I'm making it a blurb or nah

Summary: Dream and reader are walking through the Dreaming and Morpheus is just being cuteee because he thinks Reader is cute and it's just aaarrrrhhh

Morpheus watched the sun from his corner on the palace balcony. In the dreaming when the sun finally set a cool breeze filled the air. When the sun in the dreaming finally did set

Unlike in the waking world the sun was always out much longer and though he didn't need the night as it was just an time for mortals to rest their weary bodies. He'd come to love it.

Why?

Because of a certain someone he'd come across. He hadn't meant to get attached. He had been asked for a tour of the dreaming and he complied, it'd been eons since he'd hosted a mortal in his castle. He watched as she'd been mesmerised by what his realm had to offer.

Even now as he watched her slumped in the sands he wonders what's so special about her, why can't he get her out of his head. Maybe she accidentally spelled him.

That might have explained why he appeared beside her. She jumped slightly at his sudden appearance. Before she arose to her feet, bowing slightly

"Lord Morpheus, I hope I cause no trouble," he shakes his head. You've barely done anything except be kind. Something most humans must learn from you.

"May I join you," He asks his voice merely above a whisper. You shyly nod and sink back into the Sands. Morpheus claims a spot by you a fee inches apart. Together you both watch the sea.

After a beat he watches you, even as you cease and lay on your back as you gaze at the stars.

"If I may My Lord-"

"Morpheus,"

"Pardon?"

"You may call me Morpheus," her eyes widened.

"Morpheus," his name slipped off your tongue like honey from the finest aphrodisiac.

He said something which was too quiet for you to hear.

"What?"

"I like how my name sounds from your lips," you swore his eyes flitted down to your lips. Without really thinking much, his name left your lips again.

"Morpheus,"

"I could listen to you for an eternity," You racked your brain trying to remember what you meant to ask.

"You distracted me," you say softly. "I've forgotten what I wished to say," Morpheus chuckled.

"I apologise. Would you, would you care for a walk along the dreaming? Before you retire, It helps with remembering." He asked. "You are within your rights to de-"

"I would be honored,"

"T'is I who should be honored," you blushed as you rose from the sands. The sands didn't cling to your clothes as mortal sand would.

He held out his arm. You flinched before you took it. A sharp pain slashed his chest. What had been done to you to make you so scared of him?

Was it his doing?

Your gripped his arm and gave him a small smile. It's not your fault

"Your realm truly is beautiful Morpheus, "

"It's merely an extension of me,"

"Then, you are beautiful," It came out before you could even think. "I-"

"Thank you although i think I should be the one to call you beautiful, considering you manage to be the main focus of anyone who gazes at you,"

You blush at his words.

"I wonder which other mortals or better goddesses you whisper such sweet things to," you say jealously singing in your head.

"On the contrary I tend to avoid most of them, especially those who seek for me for things other than...help"

"You did not avoid me,"

"True,"

"Why?"

"Something about you called to me, I am yet to know what,"

"I hope it's been worth you're while," you say jokingly.

"It was."

We reached a greenest gardens you've ever seen. The path through the garden shimmered and shone with glitter like stones.

The shrubs and bushes that greeted you held beautiful roses, some were red and some were white, others held different kinds of flowers in different colours.

The moon lit up the entire scene, it's white rays highlighting a swingset.

"Morpheus, this is beautiful," Your eyes roved over the entire place. Morpheus glanced around before looking at you. Then lush green garden

The lush green gardens were something he made eons ago, he'd seen it a million times but for someone like you to compliment them made him feel...warm.

He looked at you, the gardens may have once been the Dreamings most prized possession, but ever since your very prescence entered here.

It paled in comparison, even now as your eyes sparkled at it's beauty his eyes only ever where on you.

"It is quite a sight indeed," you turned to glimpse his face but froze once you noticed his eyes were on you.

"The garden?" You asked although you already knew the answer.

"You," your thoughts scrambled.

You

You...

"Me,"

"Yes," a light blushed coloured his cheeks. "You," your lips formed a smile one which he swore lit up the world.

"May I be so bold as to ask you to to...extend your stay in the Dreaming." He paused. "I'm sure the residents would love to have you,"

By residents he meant him. Sure Lucienne would be happy to have another person around but he would be the most pleased.

"I would love that, I'd be honored to spend more time with the residents." Morpheus' heart leaped for the first time in centuries.

She leaned in and pecked his cheek. Morpheus smiled as he realised that:

1. He was in love something he'd never felt in eons

and

2. He was in love with you

***

Here's a lil something

🎁

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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An angst where Dream and Y/N are expecting a baby, Dream misses the birth of the child because he was helping Calliope

First Love

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: You saw the ask. Girl, what the fuck, why the fuck would dream do that to his fucking baby mama? -sincerely, me.

Word Count: 1k+

Warning: Mentions of pregnancy/birth pains/postpartum depression, fem!reader, established relationship, angst, clown shit, typos, etc.

A/N: I'm gonna say it anon, you got issues. i stared at this ask and wondered what i could possibly write for this. at some point i asked myself if i could even write it. here's your answer. suffer... ig... idk angst does not flow naturally from me lol [I JUST FINISHED WRITING IT HAHAHHAH SUFFER] i guess this goes out to all the mothers; idk if mothers read my fics but i see you and i salute you for going through birthing and/or raising children. i hope if you can relate to what reader is going through, you seek help. you aren't crazy. you just had a life altering thing happen to you. you deserve sanctuary. ALSO DO YOU SEE HOW SOFT THEY ARE IN THIS GIF WHAT THE FUCK WHY AM I WRITING THIS? I WISH I WERE CALLIOPE IN IT PLEASEEEEEEEE

He had been caressing my bump when he pulled away and looked afar. I asked him what was wrong. Dream told me she was in trouble. She was calling for him.

"Who's she?"

"Calliope."

Calliope. The muse. The beauty. The one he loved before me.

"Then you should go to her," I mutter under my breath, stoic, as I rub my belly.

"But you are due to give birth soon," his face tenses in concern.

I relax when he places his hand atop of mine and pulls me against him.

"Then don't go to her."

I feel him tense against me. My mouth goes dry.

I pull away from him and see his glassy blue eyes. I feel like retching. I suck in a deep breath and reach out to his cheek, "you are a king, and you said she was in trouble."

Dream's brows furrow.

"You know what it's like to be in trouble and helpless... I am sure she would not call to you if she was not desperate."

I do not know if I say this to soothe him or myself.

But it was apparently enough to convince him.

He grabs my face and kisses my forehead, "I shan't be a long."

But that was a lie.

One that would mark our end.

It all happened so quickly. It was like he left and then the next thing I knew I was giving birth.

I could do nothing but sink in my pain and heartache as I screamed for his name. I called him, Dream, Morpheus, my king, my lord, my love, but he did not come.

He did not come as I began to deliver our child. He did not come as I lamented over my agony. He did not come to me when the baby made it out to the Dreaming. He did not come to me when I stared at the nursing the creature in my arms.

He did not come to the mother of his child.

But then again I realized, so was she; Calliope also bore him a child.

The only difference between her and me was that when she called for him, he came.

And so, I did not want this... thing in my arms.

I did not want something who looked so much like someone who clearly did not want me.

I counted the moments of his return, every second, every minute, every hour; all I did was stare at the clock on the wall.

Lucienne begged me to eat, to sleep, and to nurse that thing and it was only because she wept on her knees that I even agreed to do any of it.

I did not understand... I thought I was meant to be fiercely protective of this creature I had carried inside me. He was made out of love. I spent days perfecting his room, going through countless books to prepare myself for his arrival, sifting through countless names. I thought I would be overjoyed by him, but I don't think I would even care if Lucienne tires of playing mother and forgets to have me nurse him... not even if he eventually stops crying altogether.

The boy was 'til now even nameless, and I could not care less.

"My love."

My whole world stills when I hear this.

He was here. He was finally here.

My breathing is heavy as I walk over to him. He has a smile on his face and even lifts his arms up for me. I do not fall into his arms.

"You've been gone for two days," I mutter over my heavy breaths.

Dream diminishes the space between us and swipe the tears streaming down my cheeks, "I apologize. I did not ex-"

"I called for you," I blurt, "I called for you for hours during my labor."

"And I heard everyone of them, but I cou-"

"But you stayed with her!" I shove his hands away, "but you did not come to me."

"The circumstances did not allow me to-"

Dream does not get to continue when the thing wails from afar.

Soon enough Lucienne comes to us, much more relieved about the return of her master than I. I feel a bitterness rise up my throat when the cries are quickly silenced when the thing is handed to his father. He seemed to recognize him, just as he was recognized.

Dream was clearly overjoyed by him. It was repulsive.

Lucienne calling my name is what brings her king out of his trance. She continues reluctantly, "he shall need to be nursed soon."

Tears continue to stream my face as Dream finally catches my expression.

"My love, I-"

"Do not call me that."

His face falls. His being darkens. His child begins to wail again because of it. The sound angers me.

Lucienne leans towards Dream and whispers something that makes tears streak his face.

I decide then it was enough.

Now that I had seen him, there was no reason for me to stay. I turn to the ring on my hand, the ring that allowed me to travel from his realm back to the waking world, the ring that reminded me of his broken promise to always be there for me. I rub it, willing it to take me away.

A portal opens.

Dream snatches my hand right after Lucienne gets his child from him. He calls my name, and it makes me recoil. I yank out of his grip and flare.

"I do not want to be anywhere near you or that THING ever again!"

"He is your child," Dream whispers as he reaches out to my face, "born out of our love-"

"But you do not love me!" I quip and shove him away, "you would not abandon someone you love!"

"No one is abandoned."

"YOU CHOSE HER!" I shriek, heaving deeply, more and more annoyed by the continuous cries in the air, "now I'm going to choose me."

"You are... unwell," Dream words carefully as he draws nearer.

"And you are nothing to me!" I spit back.

I watch him fall to his knees.

Lucienne gasps when parts of the hall begin to crumble, "my lord!"

"You were my everything. There was nothing, no one before you," I mutter as I rub the jewel of my ring one last time, "but now you are nothing, no one before me."

I slip my ring off and cast it away just before I disappear from the Dreaming.

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mvpfoolish · 1 year

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and everything has changed part 2 - dreamwastaken

word count 833 || part 1

You missed your Dream. Your Clay.

The one who would bring you home flowers with chocolate whenever you were feeling overwhelmed with work. The one who ran his hands through your hair whenever he could get the chance. The one who would sneakily steal little bites of your dinner, after saying he wasn't hungry. The one who would memorize your order at every restaurant you ever went to just in case your anxiety began acting up. The one who made sure you were always okay. Was that too much to ask?

Soon enough you placed yourself on the couch. Facing the back side of the couch, you hear someone walk through the front door.

"Honey I'm home!" Sapnap called out from the entryway. Taking off his shoes he moved into the living room. Sap glanced over seeing you laying down, he checked his phone before going to shake you awake.

"Wake up sleepy head, you're going to be late for work. I picked you guys' bagels on my way back here." Sapnap placed yours on top of your head, setting the others on the counter.

"I have the day off," You mumbled.

"Why aren't you sleeping in?"

It seems as though he and George had been oblivious to what was going on between you two.

"Can't."

"Why not? I can tell you're tired." So someone did notice. "Go cuddle with your boyfriend or something, I'm sure you'll fall right into a deep sleep."

You looked up at Sapnap, revealing your bloodshot eyes. "Dream told me that my whining and begging wasn't helping him with whatever he was doing," Your eyes began to water as you sat up, raising your voice. "Everything has changed Sapnap. He's different, and I don't know why, or what I did to make him act this way toward me."

"He said what?" Sapnap spoke with a mouth full of bagel.

"Can you guys keep it down I'm trying to sleep." Dream emerged from your shared bedroom.

You looked up at the man, biting your cheek in an attempt to keep your words in, failing of course. "Oh so now you want to sleep hm? As soon as I leave the goddamn room you think, 'Oh now would be a perfect time to sleep since my whinny partner left. They're not here to beg me for my attention or love on me as other pairs do.' Seriously Clay?"

"Can we not do this in front of Sapnap?"

"When else are we going to do it hm?" You stood up, setting your bagel on the coffee table. "You're always too busy with your online life Clay. I haven't had a real conversation with you in weeks. I-I don't even feel like I'm in a relationship anymore."

Dream walked down the stairs, shuffling his feet over to you. "Babe-"

You continued, "I went out the other night, the night that we were supposed to, I waited 45 minutes for you yet you never showed. Do you know how embarrassing that is? I started fucking crying, Clay. Some random guy came over and sat in front of me, asked me if I was okay, asked me questions, and walked me through my feelings. He made me feel more of a person than you have the past 6 months Clay."

"So you cheated on me?" Dream stepped back.

"That's all you took from that? Seriously? Not anything about my feelings or anything?" You slouched, sulking, looking down, and shaking your head. "I didn't cheat on you, I would never do that to somebody; especially someone who I care so much for."

You felt familiar arms wrapped around you, a hand going straight into your hair, forcing your head onto the familiar chest. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. I love you, I do." Sniffles could be heard above your head. "I've been too busy wrapped up with my work and my feelings that I didn't even give myself time to think of yours."

Sapnap finished his bagel, "I'm gonna go stream now.." Sapnap grabbed his bottle of water and started sprinting up the stairs, Patches right on his tail.

Your tears soaked your boyfriend's t-shirt as he continued speaking. "Please don't leave me, please don't leave me y/n, I need you; I want you, along with this relationship."

That night you lay in your shared bed, arms and legs tangled together. Finally warm, finally not having to pile pillows on top of each other, and finally, no longer scared of some monster that would crawl up and scare you while sleeping on your side. And to top it all off, a cup of coffee/tea right beside you on the table.

#dreamwastaken #dream x reader #dream smp #dream #dream imagine #dream angst #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction

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omg what about being friends with dream and him being in denial abt having feelings for you but then someone just openly says like “oh, yeah y/n’s definitely hot. like- dream! you’re friends with her right? would you mind putting in a good word for me?” I LIVE FOR JEALOUS DREAM

pairing: Dream x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, KINDA SUGGESTIVE BUT DEF NOT NSFW also not proofread

requested? yes!! i actually combined 2 requests! because they were SOOOO similar this was the second one: "maybe jealous best friend dream?? angst from dream being jealous to fluff?? maybe a forced confession??"

word count: 0.7k

a/n: i love karl i just didnt know who to put as the second person so i used karl im sorry guys :(

“Welcome to the stream! Woo this is great, what the heck,” y/n laughs a bit at the chat spamming and delaying every couple seconds. “Today fellas we are going to be joined by the one the only Dream!” their voice raises at the announcement of Dream’s name. “Hello guys!” Dreams voice pops through the mic as he appears from out of frame. “Wow chat loves me more than you, y/n,” he jokes laughing as y/n gasps whacking him softly on the stomach. “We also have another special guest in my house and on stream today,” y/n smiles widely as Karl appears from where Dream did. “Karl mother fucking Jacobs people!” they scream giddily. “Woo! I am here people!” Karl says really close to the mic.

“y/n stand up for a second,” Dream whispers to them as Karl loads up Spotify to play some background music. Before y/n has a chance to say anything when they stand up Dream sits down and pulls y/n onto his lap resting his arms around their waist and onto their lap. “Dreams trying to seduce me guys help,” they laugh leaning back onto his chest a bit. “What the,” Karl turns around to see what the commotion is. His eyes are fixated on what is happening, causing Dream to tighten his grip around y/n’s waist. “Should we start?” y/n suggests holding their hands out for Karl to drag them both closer to their desk. “Today chat us three are going to be playing Just Dance!” y/n says in a funky voice making Karl laugh and Dream again tighten his grip around them, like they were a stress ball or something. “Okay to play this we actually have to be standing believe it or not Dreamy,” they start forcing themself out of his death grip laughing, making Dream smile a bit.

“Thank you, guys, so much for watching! If you have been here since we started, I am sorry you had to watch 4 hours of us idiots but if you are just tuning in don’t worry, I will be making a YouTube video with clips soon! I am going to raid uh, who is streaming, Foolish! Have fun watching Foolish, mwah!” y/n waves goodbye to the camera before turning it off, Dream and Karl had already left to get them three dinner leaving y/n alone.

The car ride home from getting the takeaway was dead silent expect for the soft sounds of Dream’s music he was playing on AUX. He’s borrowing y/n’s car and didn’t want to mess with the radio. Karl sat in the passenger seat scrolling aimlessly through his phone. “Its so quiet,” Karl laughs a bit awkwardly. “Sorry,” Dream mumbles turning his music up slightly.

Karl begins to tap his fingers on his knee to the song, which seems to annoy Dream. What now he’s going to take his music taste. “So, Dream you know how we are here with y/n right?” Karl asks the obvious. “Really? Didn’t notice,” he replies eyes focused solely on the road ahead. “Well, I think they are so beautiful, and I was wondering if you could maybe put in a good word for me. Just because you have known them longer.” His voice never wavered sure his friend would do this for him. “No,” Dream replies pulling into y/n driveway. “W-what?” he looks over at him, but he is already out the car with the takeout bags.

“Y/n, come here please,” Dream calls once he enters their house, Karl following a couple feet behind him. “What’s up Dreamy,” y/n walks around the corner in Dreams merch hoodie and bike shorts, his eyes soften a bit, he places the bags down and walk up to y/n. “You’re mine, right?” he whispers once he is close to them. “Yours?” they look up at him. “Mine, no label but mine,” he clarifies. “Not Karl’s, not Georges, no one but mine,” he’s eyes flicker from their eyes to their lips. “Totally yours,” they whisper so quietly he could almost not hear it. “Good,” he leans down and kisses their lips, his hands softly holding their cheeks as if they would break. When they both pull away y/n smiles, “You got jealous of Karl didn’t you,” they laugh. “Shut up,” he pushes them away a little before pulling them back by the waist.

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thehatmanawaits · 1 year

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Affection - c!drunz

They don’t kiss often. Dream has his own boundaries, however cracked and fractured they may be. And of course Punz always respects those boundaries. They’re certainly never public about it, never frivolous.

there’s sort of an unspoken rule they have. Affection is only tolerated if it’s necessary. Of course it’s messed up and makes Punz wanna cry sometimes, but they’re nothing if not considerate. Dream has always set the rules in their relationship, it’s nothing new, just perhaps slightly more withdrawn and aggressive after prison.

so they do kiss, and hug, and cuddle, but only when both of them lack the willpower to resist. Only when Dream’s had a terrible nightmare or Punz has had a particularly harsh respawn.

They kissed after the first tests, the first time Dream was revived. It was pure instinct and adrenaline then. It was their first time, perhaps one of the most memorable. They could still taste Dream’s blood on their tongue, firmly embedded in the memory. They kissed after prison, and it was desperate and long. Both of them clung to each other, Punz’s heart thundering harder and harder as he feels Dream’s form under his hands, thin and broken. There’s blood on him and something’s not right with his leg-

The last time they kiss, image doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore, as Punz’s eyes widen in realization at the fate about to engulf them all. He ignores the gasps from behind them as he tackles Dream, attempts to shield him with his own body. They pull each other into one frantic last kiss, and are engulfed by white heat.

When Punz wakes up, they’re all alone.

#c!punz #c!drunz #c!dream #dreblr #c!stagedduo #dream angst #hahahaha excuse me #this is just rambling so

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simplyacerola · 1 year

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ya'aburnee — episode two

why did we do this?

pairing: manhunt!dream x gn!reader

pronouns: you/they

warnings: PLEASE READ

word count: 2.2k

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the transport truck bumps over every single rock on the path, your head hitting the blackout windows. the interior is dark, save for a light screwed on the ceiling, and reeks of metallic blood. the manhunt organizers separated the hunters with a chain barrier, and you can see them huddled together. occasionally, one of them would glance your way.

dream sits across from you, belted to the seat. he only has his cloak, mask left behind. “do we have a plan?” you speak hushed, just low enough for dream to hear.

“nope,” he states simply, arms crossed casually. as if he’s not anxious at all.

your mouth falls open slightly, brows furrowed. unlike his demeanor, you can feel the lead pit of anxiety in your stomach. it bounces around every time the damn truck jolts. “what do you mean no?” your voice is louder this time, catching the attention of one of the hunters—recognizably sapnap.

“we don’t have a plan because it’s a random place. there’s no way of knowing what we’re up against. all we know is that we have to survive and defeat the ender dragon.” you knew that every hunt was different, but not to this extent. dream described how they rebuild strongholds and relocate ender portals in new environments. the organizers even revive the ender dragon for each hunt, just to be killed again. you can’t help but pity the dragon, yet you have to kill it anyway.

dream goes silent when the truck stops abruptly, sending you forward just to be caught by the belt. an organizer comes into the back of the truck, allowing a brief look to the outside. you were parked in an oak forest.

the organizer stops at dream first, and he immediately sticks out his left arm. the organizer takes a mechanism from their utility belt and inserts something into his skin. dream barely flinches, except for his eyes squeezing closed. the organizer hands him a device, then turns to you. “arm.” they state simply in a deep voice. you obey, sticking your non-dominant arm. the organizer replaces the wide needle and holds your arm with their gloved hand. you stare at their face to ignore the needle. they’re wearing a black helmet that prevents you from seeing their features. the only noticeable feature is a pair of brown eyes that flit to yours before suddenly injecting you.

you hiss in pain, the urge to retract your arm strong. even if you tried, you’re convinced the organizer’s grip is stronger. they pull out the needle, clean the blood with a single wipe, and holds out a device. “your transmitter. keep it with you at all times.” it looks like a watch, and they strap it to your arm before letting go completely. they unbuckle you from the seat and leave without another word.

“what did they inject us with? you didn’t tell me any of this!” you keep your voice down, glancing at another organizer strapping transmitters onto the hunters’ wrists.

“they’re trackers. it’s how the hunters follow us, one of them is given a compass that’s connected to our trackers. they also make sure we don’t run away completely before either dying or defeating the dragon.” dream gets up from his seat as an organizer opens the truck doors. he reaches for the two packs set out for you and offers a hand to you. “are you ready for this?”

you airly laugh, taking one of the packs and grabbing his hand. “what other choice do i have now?”

dream helps you down from the truck, turning away from the hunters filing out the other door. the fresh air smells amazing compared to the stench of blood coming from the truck. you stay close to dream as the organizers get into the van and drive away, leaving you and dream with the hunters. they stare at you, ready to run in an instant.

“so do we just run?” you whisper, looking at dream without moving your head from the hunters. you see him nod and slip his pack on. “when–”

“now!” he interrupts you, clutches your hand with the strongest grip you’ve ever felt, and bolts the opposite direction towards a cluster of oak trees. some of the leaves had fallen before you arrived, making the footsteps of the trailing hunters louder. it feels like they’re right behind you even though their voices are distant. dream continues to drag you, expertly shoving loose sticks and low-hanging apples into the opening of the bag on his back. your pack flies behind you with the speed dream pulls you at, but you manage to slip your free arm into one of the straps.

dream suddenly lets go of your hand and jumps on a tree trunk. “come on!” he called in a hushed yell before ascending. you look back for a moment, slipping your newly freed arm through the other strap. the hunters have separated, only sapnap and george continue to jog in the distance. with the amount of trees, there’s a chance you lost them briefly. you hop onto the tree trunk, digging your boots into the natural notches of the bark. you heave yourself by pulling on any nearby branch until dream’s cloak comes into view. he reaches his hand out again, pulling you the rest of the way up until you’re both sitting on the same sturdy branch.

your knees and hands burn from the rough texture of bark. the only noises are the background music of the woods, the far-away yelling of the hunters, and your combined heavy pants. through the leaves, you see sapnap and george pass by the tree and a small smile forms on your face. you finally look from the ground at dream, a cocky smile adorning his features. “i thought they had a compass?” you ask between breaths.

dream nods, throat bobbing. “only one of them has it. i assume bad, since he’s this hunt’s leader.”

“i think they split off. i only saw sapnap and george pass by.”

“that’s good for us—we have a headstart.” dream cracks his knuckles before descending the tree. you huff (you just got into the tree!) and descend after him. “we need to get flint and steel so we’re not out in pitch black,” dream’s voice is hushed, and you notice that he’s hyper-aware of his surroundings, head snapping to any crunching of leaves in the distance. “they don’t give us much, just a water canteen,” you rummage through your pack as you follow dream. “they want us to be killed by a hunter, not by natural causes.” dream jokes at the end.

you laugh through your nose, shoving your canteen into an easily accessible pocket. “we should find a water source before doing anything else.” dream looks back at you briefly as you talk, keeping the same pace as you. “i don’t want to drink from cave water. there should be some flint by the shoreline.”

dream agrees, leading you through the trees until the landscape transforms. what was previously dense trees and autumn leaves is now thick, tall grass. you hear a distant rush of water and see a river descending from a rock formation. the river underneath the waterfall is rushing steadily. dream crouches into the grass, pulling his canteen from the side of his pack. you follow suit just as dream halts all movement.

although you can’t see past the grass and dream’s ass in your face (but, who would complain about that?), you pause right behind him. you reach your arm out to steady yourself, the nearest thing being dream’s ass. you suppress any reaction when you hear voices in the distance. dream motions with his hand for you to stand next to him as he gets into a more comfortable position. you’re crouched next to him, hand now on his shoulder.

“they know we’re around here, but the compass doesn’t tell them our exact location,” whispers dream. though, calling it a whisper is being generous. through a split in the grass, you see one of the hunters—the cat, antfrost—point at the top of the waterfall and lead them in that direction.

“we need to hurry.” you urge dream ahead, poking your hands out just enough to dip your canteen into the river. quickly sifting through the gravelly shoreline, you feel a chunk of stone and pull it out. luckily, you pull out flint and lead dream out of the tall grass and into the safety of the dense oak forest. you stop to pick up wood for future use, dream looking back to where you left the hunters. you grab a low-hanging apple and bite into it carefully, shoving wood into your pack with the chunk of flint. you collect some decent-sized stones and hold them to put into dream’s pack.

dream interrupts your scavenging with a hand on your back. you whip your head to face him, seeing his finger pressed to his lips. you nod, motioning him to turn around to free your hands. he keeps his hand on your back, leading you to a small opening to a cave. dream’s footsteps are careful and silent, you stepping in his exact footsteps. the steps of the hunters are louder, but still far enough to not panic you (too much). their hushed voices prove that they’re trying to be stealthy but failing.

you and dream pick up speed, finding a smaller section of the cave to hide in and explore. the cave is dark, save for a small sliver of the remaining sunlight. the echos of the hunters bounce off the stone walls, reaching your hiding spot. dream’s hand touches yours with the proximity of your hiding place. taking a small chance (and ignoring your nerves), you lean into dream.

in the distance, you see red eyes glittering a few feet from dream. you nudge his hand, nodding your head to the creature. dream swears under his breath, “damn spider.” he reaches behind him into his pack, grabbing one of the stones you shoved in. gripping it tightly, he inches closer to the spider, rock ready to kill it. the spider pounces past him and directly to you. in surprise, you yelp before throwing the spindly and furry bug at the cave wall, stunning it just long enough for dream to crush its head his boot.

“did you hear that?” a british voice called—george. your body freezes in fear hearing the heavy footsteps of the hunters approaching. you turn to run the opposite direction, but dream stops ahead of you. it’s a dead end.

cornered beside dream, three of the hunters stream into the section of the cave. sapnap leads the charge with george and bad behind him. dream steps in front of you, still clutching the rock meant for the spider. he hurls it at the hunters, hitting george square in the face. the crunch of cartilage is followed by george’s cry in pain. bad stops to help george, but sapnap runs up to you and punches you in the stomach. you fall to the ground on your back, sapnap straddling you with repeated punches to the face. you lost track at five when dream kicks sapnap off your body, lifting you up with the boost of adrenaline. george clutches his nose and bad holds sapnap back, yelling for them to wait for the supplies the others are gathering. you hear sapnap’s muffled protests before dream carries you far enough away. you exhale through your nose, getting blood on dream’s cloak before fainting.

you wake to the splash of cold water on your face. your body jerks up, but you suppress a yell. dream sits next to you, holding his canteen and smiling sheepishly. “i didn’t know how to wake you. i need to clean you up and check your nose. sapnap landed some good punches.”

you groan, lightly touching your swollen nose. “trust me, i can feel it.” you notice a pile of ash in the corner of the cave, as well as a freshly sharpened sword and axe. next to dream sits both of the packs and a small knife. you reach into the pack, grabbing an apple and the knife on the floor. as dream wets the end of his long cloak, you slice a part of the apple and nibble on it. dream carefully wipes the blood from your face, his green eyes flitting in concentration.

“don’t scream.” he states simply.

your eyebrows furrow momentarily, about to ask why when dream pinches your nose and realigns it. your eyes squeeze shut and you feel more warm blood trickle through your busted nose. “shit dream.” your voice is high and raspy. dream leans back, slicing a bit of your apple off and eating it with a smirk.

“beautiful, good as new.” he states, wringing the rest of the moisture out of his cloak and leaning his head back to drink out of his canteen.

“are you flirting with me?” you jokingly ask, rubbing your sore nose with a smile.

dream scoffs, leaning back against one of the stone walls. “you finally noticed?” you roll your eyes, suppressing your true reaction of a racing heart and flushed face.

taglist :) @nonsensicallynarnian @jschllatt @dukina @s-we-e-t-t-ea

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0p1er0 · 8 months

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Iiiiii wrote something

The Rubble of our sins

Yayyyyy

(sobbing the word count)

#beep #pierre things #ao3 #my fic #Z1pperZoomin #undertale #dream sans #dream angst #yayyy i did it #sobbing

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thekingwhowouldhavebeen · 1 year

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“I am the Monster I was Born From” (Part 1)

Hello again :D It’s been a while hasn’t it? Well, don’t you worry my fellow DreamSMP enjoyers. I have returned with a very new AU that is actively making my brain go brr. So if I have to suffer through it, so do you :D

Anyways, lets get on with the trigger warnings cause this au is a little messed up:

Content Warnings Ahead: Read at your own discretion!

-Small violence between an adult and a minor (34 + 16) -Mentions of Blood

Viewer discretion Advised! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

“I am the Monster I was born from”

-The main character of this au is a Child of Dream. His name is Justice, and he is currently being raised personally by Philza. However, Mumza, Technoblade, and Nikki also participate in raising Justice.

-Justice is the closest to Philza and Mumza, since they are both the most direct in raising him. Mumza often calls him “Mommy’s little devil” since he was always a little menace as a child.

-However, outside of that little group, he was very isolated. After all, he is a child of Dream and he looks a lot like him. He has almost glowing green eyes. The familiar fanged smile on a cute little toddler face, cute little nubbin horns on his head. There is so much of Dream in him, and a lot of people don’t like him because of it.

Official Looks: Eyes: Bright Green, glows when it’s super dark Hair: Black, almost shiny black. Has a few white streaks in it. Blemishes: Freckles across his face, a small little scar on his chin where he fell down the stairs and hit his chin. There are also other very minor scars as well.

-Tommy often avoids him or ignores him. He’s the one that has the most active reaction around him. If he’s hanging at the house he will interact with Justice, but it’s often pretty awkward and Justice would just move on to something else instead.

-Ranboo doesn’t really LIKE Justice per say, but he tolerates him. He understands that this child isn’t Dream, but it’s difficult to look at him and not flinch at the eyes and the smile on his face.

-Tubbo doesn’t mind Justice all that much, outside of the adults, he’s the only one that hangs around Justice for a considerable period of time. Mostly because him and Michael are really close, as well as Justice being close with almost all the kids on the server.

-Otherwise people are really neutral around him. Only one that kinda tries more to have a smaller relationship is Fundy.

-He has no relationships/doesn’t know them is the following people: -George -Sapnap -Karl -Sam -Quackity -Punz

--Justice had always wanted to learn how to fight, but he was never really allowed to. Despite almost everyone having the chance to teach him. Phil always said no, he wasn’t allowed to. At least not until he was considerably older.

-In this Au, Dream is dead. He died when Justice was around 3 years old but he never raised him. Philza had him since he was a baby, and told Justice that Dream wanted nothing to with him. It took a while for Justice to come to peace with that, but he has accepted it as a part of himself. That doesn’t stop him from wanting to know more about Dream though.

-In his desire to know about Dream, he keeps pushing for stories. But he rarely ever gets anything. Techno never talks about Dream, only a pained look on his face appearing whenever his name is mentioned. Sometimes even yelling at Justice to shut it if he pushes to hard. Phil always says “Maybe when your older”, and Nikki and Mumza barely knew Dream enough to give anything of substance.

-He asked Tommy once, when he was feeling particularly brave. Tommy lashed out at that, putting his arm against his neck and choking him. Pinning him against the wall and looking Justice dead in the eyes saying “Don’t you ever fucking mention him to me again or I will MAKE you regret it.” Afterwards, Justice always avoided Tommy. He was terrified of Tommy.

-It wasn’t until one day, he went up to Phil’s attic to get something. When he found a small little box labeled For Justice : From Dream. He wasn’t sure what to expect, the handwriting was unfamiliar. He opened the box, and found a few items inside. The first was a Mask. The iconic mask that even Justice knew about. It was covered in dust, almost barely able to see the smiley face etched in the mask with black paint. Chips and cracks of wear and tear. Even faint traces of blood that Justice tried to ignore. He always heard about the mask, and even found a few very old paintings of Dream and a few of the members of the Kinoko Kingdom.

-Another item was a collar for what seemed to be for a small pet. There was a metal tag that held the name “Patches” on it. He had no idea what this was.

-The third item was a key. It was rusty, but he could almost feel the enchantments radiating off of it.

-The final item was a letter, a letter he assumed was written by Dream. It reads as followed: Dear Justice,

I hope that you will be seeing this someday. I told Phil to only give this to you when you are ready, but honestly I dunno if he would. I told him it was up to him, and I would get it if he never gave this to you.

First off, I know what Phil is going to be telling you. He’s going to tell you that I didn’t want you. That I basically left you to him and wanting to have nothing to do with your life. And I want you to know how untrue that is.

I love you Justice. You are my whole entire world, my heart truly started to beat when I held you in my arms. I never really knew what it was like to love something so whole heartily until I saw you look at me. I love you so much, and I am so sorry I could never be your father.

Because I would have rather you hated me than loved me because hate is so much easier.

I wanted you to never long for me. Phil is your father now and I want him to be EVERYTHING that I can never be. I want you to never feel like I was missing from your life. And TBH I don’t even know WHY I am writing you this letter. I don’t even know if I want you to have this. But this is for just in case. Just in case maybe your ready to hear how much I love you. I hope to see you again someday, but I dunno if I am ever going to make it out of here.

I did a lot of bad things, and I hold a lot of regrets. But you, I could never regret having you.

I left you a few things, I hope Phil doesn’t destroy any of them. My mask, I should hope is pretty obvious. Feel free to do what you want. Shatter it, keep it, hide it. Whatever. I don’t care, it’s yours now.

Patches collar should be in their too. She was a fiercely loyal friend to me, and I adored her dearly. I hope she will be a dear companion for you. All you have to do is simply call her name and she will come. Her favorite food is Cooked Salmon, so I hope you can give her all the cooked Salmon she deserves. She was the closest thing I had to a friend.

Finally, the key. It’s to my home, though Techno would laugh and say I am homeless. Everything there is yours. Every item, book, and weapon. It’s all yours. Do with it as you will.

I hope Phil never taught you to fight. I hope you never have to learn how to pick up a weapon and I hope you never become me. I had to fight since I was young. Fighting is all I know, and I do not want that for you.

I hope you have a good life, and a long one. Don’t become the monster I became.

Love, Dream

Part 2 Coming Soon :D

#dreblr #DREAM ANGST #dreamsmp #c!dream #dream smp #angst #technoblade #c!philza #dsmp philza #oc #dsmp oc #Monster I was Born From #dsmp nihachu #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #dreamsmp michael #c!tommy

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sharpmarble76 · 2 years

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Another of my beginner art pieces. Sorry if you're from my other fandom with Sun and Moon. My mutual told me that I should post more art so yeah. Anyways, imma bury this in reblogs

#dream sans #dreamtale #angst #dream angst #fighting #weapon #bad art?#idk #utmv #undertale au #undertale alternate universe #my art

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writethrough · 9 months

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The Diviner

(Morpheus x Prophetess Reader)

Synopsis: Dream of the Endless let Destiny into your head one night. Ever since, you've had the ability to glimpse the future. Your ordinary, 15th century life was whisked away from you that night. And as the years went on, so was everyone you loved.

You hated both Endless for what they did, but when you have a vision of one of them dying, you're put on the path to save him.

If there's one thing you've learned through your extended life, it's that there’s a reason you were given this gift, and you weren't about to waste it.

Warnings: Minor language (I think), mentions of death and dying

Word Count: 7052

Anon Request: "Hi! can I request a morpheus x reader fic where reader gets hurt (how they gets hurt or who hurts them it’s your choice) and morpheus gets protective and takes care of them? Thank you ☺️!”

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Taglist: @sayumiht, @hatterripper31, @snowsatsu, @1950schick, @navs-bhat, @bookshelf-dust, @sapphireonline, @fictional-hooman, @steph-speaks

If you’d like to be added to any taglists, please comment or message me with the character you’d like updates on.

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kai428 · 3 months

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An art piece for Star Starlight gacha on YouTube

she dose really good Dream SMP gacha ill admit

#dream angst #god dream #art #star starlight gacha #youtube #fanart

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alexander-arcturus-black-lupin · 7 months

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My little surpise

I loved the Sandman series although shamefully i haven't been seriously reading every single one, I love Tom Sturridge like i'm stupid when he talks or does anything at this point.

So when those two collided. My soul was in heaven.

So for anyone needing a fluff fic from moi about him, I gotchu. Here's Walks along the Dreaming it's completely fluff when i get a free day imma write a smutt version if you have any prompts, kinks, settings idgaf legit anything. You can

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Anyway, I'm just gonna drop this here aswell for my audio gals, if you look around you'll find everyone else but this is my absolute favourite because of the voice behind it.

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I just had a random thought about this but Morpheus and a love confession to his s/o in the rain after they left the dreaming after figuring out about his past lovers and thinking they aren’t good enough because they’re a mortal/because they think he still loves them

Not Enough

Dream of the Endless x Reader + Corinthian x Reader

Summary: Corinthian is your new drinking mate (debatable), and you air out your frustrations to a hallucination of Dream... except he's actually standing outside your apartment in the pouring rain.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Mentions/depictions of drinking/drunkenness, gender neutral!reader, exasperated "i am not your therapist"!corinthian, little mix enthusiast!reader, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: OK LISTEN UP this is ig a p3 continuation of "Beer" (part one being "Thorn At My Side") but also, you don't have to read it to understand. I'm also tagging everyone from p1 and 2 who commented just cuz 🫶🫶 @cleverzonkwombatsludge @pinksirensong @lexi-anastasia @aralezinspace @emy635 @libra207 @secretdreamlandmentality @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @laraackerman @reallystressedhoneybee @farintonorth @shining-yuu @ellooo0ooo also i love how dream looks like he's about to cry in the gif T_T HAHAHAHAHHHA i think deserve

Corinthian alternated between patting my back and holding me back from dancing on the table, which was honestly such an old man move on his part.

"Hey google," I call, "play No More Sad Songs by Little Mix."

"No," Corinthian retorts, "google no," he grabs the back of my shirt, "I am not listening to another sappy sad song."

I turn to him from over my shoulder, giving him a stink eye, "it's not a sappy sad song, grandpa," I wrangle out of his grip, "it's a good-bye-peace-out anthem."

Corinthian's grip does not relent. He pulls me back down to my seat, "I don't care."

I sit with a thud, though I continue my attempts to free myself from him.

The blonde pulls his hand back eventually, in lieu of grabbing his cup of gin.

"Hey google--"

"Stop."

"--play Joan of Arc by Little Mix."

"No google, don't."

Much to his distaste, Joan of Arc starts playing and I make my way off my chair, onto my tiny, dining room table.

Corinthian shakes his head, crossing his arms, "fine, it's not like I care if you die. At least then, I get to eat your eyes after you break your neck."

"What was that? I can't hear you over this power anthem," I call as I sway my hips to the beat.

The nightmare does nothing, as he can do nothing, but watch as I jam to my jam. Before I can even get to the chorus though, because of my rugged motions, my foot slips. Corinthian, in all his strength and speed, manages to catch me before I break my bones and my table along with me.

He grunts on impact and then yanks me down, "ok, now, I'm fucking pissed."

I yelp when he twists and hangs me on his shoulders. He carries me off the table and drops me in front of my couch. His shades droop a bit down his nose as he bends down in front of me, pointing a finger to my face, "don't fucking move."

I definitely don't fucking move and stand there still like a statue, resisting the urge to dance along to the song.

A few moments later though...

"Hey google,"

"SHUT UP!"

I purse my lips tightly, watching Corinthian as he turns to me from over his shoulder. When he goes back to cleaning my mess (it only dawned on me that I had most probably kicked some empty glass bottles, which then broke on the floor) I count one to ten before speaking again.

"HEYGOOGLEPLAYBOYBYLITTLEMIX!"

"STOP!"

Boy by Little Mix plays against his will.

The next thing I know, I'm latched onto the tall man's back like a backpack one move away from snapping. I'm begging him not to leave, "CORI, DON'T LEAVE ME, PLEASE, YOU'RE ALL I HAVE!"

He grunts, shaking me off as he makes his way to the door, "it's not hard to understand why."

"PLEASE, IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU HAVE BAD MUSIC TASTE."

Corinthian grumbles something under his breath and grabs my arms, forcing them off.

"Pleaseeeeeeee," I sob as I crumple to the floor like a discarded tissue.

He already made it to my door, but stopped himself when he spared a look before leave. He sighs at the fact I was felled like a disney princess, "get up."

"No."

He opens the door, "fine, I'll gladly leave you like that."

"NO WAIT!" I scramble to my feet. I sniffle and wipe my face with my wrist. His face scrunches at the sight of me, "you're so dramatic."

"And you're not?"

"At least I have class when I do it."

"I so too have class!"

He adjusts his glasses, "if that's what it takes to make feel better"

I give him a scowl. He returns it with a grin. Corinthian takes one step forward, wiping my cheek with the back of his hand, "your tears are wasted on him. Trust me."

With that, he pulls back and leaves.

I release a sigh, watching as the door shuts. I then run up to my window. I knit my brows at the sight of the grey clouds and the slight rain that begins to drizzle. I open my window and stick my head out, looking to the entrance of my apartment, waiting for Corinthian to come out.

When he does, I call out to him. He cranes his neck up at the sky upon feeling the rain. He loosens his coat and covers his head with it as he turns to me.

"Do you want to give you an umbrella?" I call out, placing a hand by my mouth.

"WHAT?"

"DO YOU WANT ME TO GIVE YOU AN UMBRELLA?"

"NO!" he calls back, "I DONT WANT A REASON TO COME BACK TO YOU."

My nostrils flare, "IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE THE TYPE TO RETURN THINGS!"

I see Corinthian smile, "GET INSIDE, KID. I WON'T CATCH YOU IF YOU FALL!"

I roll my eyes but wave him a goodbye, "WALK SAFE, CORI!"

He begins to walk off.

I cannot resist the urge, "LOVE YOU!"

Upon hearing that, he laughs to himself, "idiot's telling me to walk safe?"

I, in fact, don't go inside even after being told to. For some reason, the sight of the rain made me feel warm, in all its irony. It made me think of memories where I would be eating something warm under the covers, or how I used to play in the rain when I was younger.

I reach my hand out to feel the much heavier drops.

I think about how Corinthian must be dripping wet right now.

I withdraw my hand.

I then think about how he said my tears are wasted. I wonder if he ever cried over Dream too.

Just then, I look down to the street and see a ghost of a man, Dream, looking up at me, dripping wet in the pouring rain.

I chuckle at the sight of it. I prop my elbow on the sill and my head on my hand. It would have been funny if he was actually here, ready to confess and apologize to me like in the movies. I can hear him in my head-

"I'm sorry," he says, face wet with rain water that secretly had tears mixed with them, "it took your absence for me to realize that I do, in fact, value your presence."

I frown at my script, "that's so cheesy. The Dream I know would never say that."

"I would-- I am saying it. I mean it."

I blink at the man in the trench coat, shaking my head as I continue my internal monologue, "Dream doesn't like me. I'm a stupid mortal in his eyes, and yeah, sure, I may not know trigonometry to a tee, I may not posses a fraction of the wisdom he has, but that doesn't mean I'm dumb... that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt that he thinks I am."

Dream blinks rain water out of his eyes.

"And I'm pretty sure he's not over his ex," I mumble under my breath, "he went through a lot of trouble for her recently and, good lord, Lucienne told me she was one of the muses," I run my hands down the side of my face, "how do you even compete with that? Why even bother? I mean, I would drop everything and go back to my ex if they were damn muses too."

"There is no truth to that," Dream calls, "there is no competition."

I knit my brows as I look down upon him, "you're supposed to be nice. You're the ideation of Dream at the back of my head."

"I am real!" he calls, raising his hands, "I am Dream of the Endless and you have been drinking with my nightmare again!"

I sigh, pressing my lips together, "yeah, this is enough self vs self for today."

I pull back and close my window. I let out another huff as I turn around. My ghost nearly leaves me when I come face to face with a dripping wet Dream of the Endless in the middle of my apartment.

I clutch my hands to my chest as he looks at me, muttering softly, "I am real."

I raise my brows at him as I feel myself realize he was in fact real, as he just said. It takes a moment for me to calm down.

Water pools beneath his figure. I take in the sight of his dripping clothes. In this moment, I realize, not only was he making a mess, he was wearing shoes inside my house!

Because of this, I do not hesitate. I walk up to him and place my hands on his shoulders, "get out."

I nearly falter when he calls out my name the way he does.

"You're wearing shoes in my house and you're leaving a trail of water behind. I am not dealing with this."

Dream is helpless as I push him out of my door. I give him one last stern look before closing the door to his face.

I turn on my heels to grab something to wipe the mess, but I freeze when I hear what I do.

"I meant every word I said," he calls from the outside.

I deflate. My eyes trail to the puddle and water trail leading out my door. Sobriety begins to pound at me like a sledge hammer. I groan as I rip my hands through my hair, "not now, Dream..." I sigh, "I'm not ready to have this conversation now."

For a moment, when he doesn't respond, I have myself thinking maybe he already left. This was why I was surprised when I suddenly heard a voice beyond the door again.

"I will wait until you are ready," he replies, "you need only call my name."

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