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writethrough · 2 months
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Hello! I just finished reading your Morpheus fics and I absolutely love them! So I thought about requesting something, too. Morpheus x reader where reader is feeling well and calls for him. They spend all evening togheter after a long time. reading togheter, watching some movies, talking and sharing their thoughts... until Morpheus notice it’s really late, almost midnight, and it’s time for reader to sleep, but she doesn't want to ‘cause Morpheus is always busy and she misses spending time with him, even whe she's asleep lately he was never there. Morpheus feels guilty and promises her he’ll be more present, especially in her dreams. A nice ending where he stays with her until she falls asleep, and him appearing in her dreams as he promised? Thank you 💖
A Homemade Remedy
(Morpheus x Female Reader)
Synopsis: After days of dealing with your sickness by yourself, you give in and call your boyfriend, hoping he'll come.
Warnings: Minor language
Word Count: 815
A/N: Stop two on the apology tour. I'm so sorry this has taken so long! And I want to thank you profusely for your patience. And for sending the request in. I really hope you enjoy this fluffy little fic!
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Normally, you wouldn’t bother Morpheus with this. He had more important things to deal with instead. But you felt as if Death would appear at any moment, and all you wanted was some comfort from your boyfriend. 
You pressed the ruby pendant he gifted you to your heart, croaking his name. 
“Beloved?” 
You blinked, seemingly slower than usual. 
“Hi,” you whispered, covers pulled to your chin. 
He took you in for a few moments, brows pinched slightly. You could only tell he was worried because of how long you’d known him. 
“You are unwell.” 
“S’just a—” A coughing fit started, only ceasing when he handed you your glass of water. “Just a cold.” 
Between the tissues piled in the trash beside your bed, the bottle of medication without its lid, and the two additional blankets on top of you, he knew that wasn’t the case. You’d been here much longer than a few hours. 
“Why did you not call for me when your ailment began?” 
And there it was, the look you were dreading the more you prolonged summoning him. You’re not even sure he’s aware of his “kicked puppy” look. 
You shrugged, pulling the covers just below your nose.  
Morpheus made no sound—as graceful and Endless as ever. The only indication he had moved was the lifting of your blankets as he slid in behind you. 
“Turn around, my love.” 
You were far too weak and needy to refuse. 
Settling with your head on his thigh, he rested a hand on your hair. 
“I am here now, and I will take care of you,” he said. “Whatever you may need, I will gather.” 
“Just this.” Your voice barely carried on a whisper. 
“Then here I shall remain.” 
Morpheus always spoke softer than you would expect while still containing all the authority in the universe, but it sounded even softer. It held gentleness—kindness—a quality that said, “You are precious to me.” 
“What about the Dreaming?” you asked, eyes closed. 
“In Lucienne’s capable hands,” he replied without hesitation. You were so considerate of him and his duties, for once, he wished you’d be selfish.  
“What if she needs you?” Even as you said this, your arm settled over his lap. 
“She has looked after my realm much longer than you will be ill.” 
You squeezed him as best you could at the reminder. You didn’t like to think about what had happened to him. Though you met long after that, it hurt to know someone could do that to another being—human or not. 
Morpheus had reassured you he had healed. Much of that having to do with you. 
“Could you read to me, then?” you asked. 
A book appeared in seconds, his voice matching perfectly to the cadence of the lines. It didn’t matter what he was saying, hearing him speak in that hypnotic rumble was enough. Even the flipping of the page didn’t distract you. He was captivating from the first word. 
He’d read two chapters when your stomach growled. 
“When did you last eat?” His smile was soft, thumb grazing your arm. 
You shrugged, not wanting to be scolded. 
“Can you eat?” 
You weren’t sure if it was how shitty you were feeling, how tired you were, or how helpless you felt, but his words went straight to your heart. 
He considered how you might feel. He wasn’t pushing you to eat, but asking if you thought you could stomach anything. He wanted to help, but not at the risk of causing you more discomfort. 
You nodded, keeping your eyes closed so he wouldn’t see them watering. 
“Here.” He helped you sit up before picking up the bowl of broth that had manifested on the nightstand. 
You went to grab it, but he tutted, picking the spoon up himself and bringing it to your mouth. 
“I can feed myself,” you said after swallowing. 
“I know,” he said. “Please. Let me help you.” 
You ate the next spoonful without complaint, and soon, the bowl was empty. 
“Thank you,” you mummered, head nestled into the crook of his shoulder. 
“It’s late, you must rest,” he whispered into your hair. 
You shook your head, and tried to snuggle yourself closer to him, like if you planted yourself firmly enough, he wouldn’t be able to leave. 
“Haven’t seen you in forever,” you mumbled. “Don’t wanna waste it.” 
Guilt flooded Morpheus. He knew he had been neglectful of you, but you had been so patient with him. You were the embodiment of understanding—and he had taken advantage of that. 
“Go to sleep, dear one. I will meet you in the Dreaming.” His lips pressed to your crown. 
You hummed, head growing heavy. 
And when your eyes opened, there he was, holding you as you laid in his chambers. 
He smiled fondly, brushing your chin with his knuckles. 
“What shall we do now, my love?” 
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fxllfaiiry · 2 years
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Now playing... I wanna be yours by Arctic Monkeys
Thinking about lazy makeout sessions with morpheus.
*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*
“Dream stop we’ll get caught.” You whispered anxiously into your dear husband's ear while trying not to moan loudly.
“I don't currently care my queen.” He stated smirking into your neck, sucking harder. You moved around slightly in his lap to give him better access causing you to accidentally touch his clothed hard-on, unknowingly making it harder for him to not take you over his lap.
Making out on his throne was a terrible idea. Anyone could walk in, how did he not seem to care? Before you could ask him anything, he had pulled himself out of your neck and was placing his swollen lips onto yours.
His hands eagerly went down to your tits squeezing them through the fabric. You tugged on his hair making him moan lightly into your mouth, his plump lips were moving with urgency against yours devouring you with every breath. Before he could explore you any further you pulled back panting with spit smeared all over your rosy lips. He smiled looking at you with nothing but sheer love in his eyes.
You took your thumb and slowly wiped his spit-covered lips, wishing they would be on yours again soon. Without saying another word, you placed a chaste kiss on his lips and whispered, “I love you, my lord.”
He had never felt this lucky in his entire life. He had an angel all to himself.
“I love you more, my beloved queen.”
And with that, he once again crashed his lips onto yours.  
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st4rryfics · 10 months
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Hiiii! Can we please get very possessive cc!dtk with very amused and entertained by their antics, please?
possessive hc’s - SFW
cc!dtk x gn!reader (separately) | cc!jschlatt x gn!reader
a/n: hello anon! thank you for your request i love this idea :] this was harder than i thought bc i imagined them being all v similar so sorry if it was bad. tbh it wouldve been easier if i made it nafw LOL so maybe ill make a dirty version. also sorry for lack of activity. my dad is in town so i’ve been spending a lot of time w him.
dream
he would get possessive over the silliest things
even if someone just looks at you he’s pulling you closer to him by the waist or grabbing your hand
not the biggest fan of excessive pda but will make out with you if it means proving a point to someone else LMAO
there’s something nice about his possessiveness though. it’s cute and shows he really cares and it makes you feel safe
you definitely tease him about it and he would turn red and get defensive
“babe i swear they were looking at you a certain way >:0” dksnkd
george
posts you all over his socials to show you off
sometimes people reply/comment with rude comments like “your partner is hot”
“they’re mine, idiot” imagining him responding in a different way but this is a sfw post LOL
irl though i wouldnt be surprised if he barked yelled at someone and told them to back off for bothering you
he would check on you to make sure you were ok too :’)
he’ll get aggro if he needs to but you can tell he loves you sm
sapnap
the type to give you jewelry with his initials or a chain w a little lock on it 🥰
wearing his clothes too >>>>
glares at people and pulls you closer to him but would also yell at people if they were getting way up in your face or smth
“dude, fuck off they don’t want you”
it’s cute when he gets protective and you love it
holding your hand and kissing you on the temple constantly <333
karl
constantly touching you in some way in public
loves holding hands and rubbing circles with his thumb
less aggro then the others but definitely will complain to you
“i don’t like the way that person looked at you”
you simply just reassure him that you’re 100% his <33
thinking about y’all wearing coordinating outfits 😚🩷
jschlatt
gives people dirty looks if they look at you in a certain way or for too long
would confront them too if they got too bold 😳 honestly he would kill someone for you
like dream, he would also make out with you in public to prove a point
“you got a staring problem, pal?”
no one would try to pick a fight with him LMAO
the type to put his hand on the small of your back and guide you, especially in crowded areas <333
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n1ghtlux · 2 years
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Of Dreams and Stars
pairing: Dream/ Morpheus x gn!Reader (no 'y/n' used)
word count: 930
summary: 3 times you kiss him, 1 time he kisses you. [fluffiest fluff fluff + tiny bit of Jessamy reminiscence but dw, you're there to take care of Dream]
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─── ☾ ────
"My lord."
your voice is a yearning whisper in his ears as your lips find his cheek. Your warm breath hits him and he is watching you closely, head tilted lightly with pursed lips.
The Lord of Dreams had seen beauty in all its forms but you...you have stardust in your eyes and the whole universe in your soul that made even the Moon blush.
A fallen star in the presence of an Endless being so enamored by you that he has sworn to breathe your name into the cosmos for the end of time.
He sighs in content, keeping his eyes on you and studying your every move. You're so soft in your movements, so graciously do your fingertips dance across his jaw, like the feathers of a raven. It forces his mind to briefly wander and you notice his head tilting down just the tiniest bit. The deep hum that is pure power radiating off of him fills the room in a creeping darkness.
He still mourns the hundred years of confinement. The loss of his most loyal friend. How could he not.
But you're there at his side and your words ground him while your touch gifts him a taste of what it would feel like to touch the clouds.
"My liege."
Gently you press your lips to his nose and let them linger for just a second to press your forehead to his. Only now does he close his eyes to see the stars shine behind his eyelids. And you're there with him, in a sea, an ocean of galaxies.
His hand subconsciously finds yours and it's so soft, you almost forget he has existed for eons. Three faint squeezes follow. A ritual the two of you have repeated for longer than you can remember. It's a promise, a vow saying all the things words will never be able to. Only now do the corners of his mouth lift, replacing the pout with another promise.
You can feel his other hand snaking to the small of your back and pulling you closer to him. He can never get you close enough. Morpheus is always on the brink of wanting to wrap a big warm blanket of dreams and fantasies around the both of you and never let you go again. Wanting to hide under it like little humans do in order to escape the waking or dreaming world and create their own.
And in this moment he is just that: a lovesick being with the childlike need to escape of this moment ever ending.
Firm and big is the hand on your back. You're encompassed by his entire aura, the low hum radiating in your own soul now. He's studying you again, his eyes observing every aspect of your face as if he's an artist looking at his muse in hopes of ever being able to capture your beauty. And yet, the Lord of Dreams thinks himself incapable of ever creating something as perfectly imperfect as you.
Eventually his eyes settle on your lips and you see the wanting like a dark cloud forming in his eyes. The hand that was holding yours moves up your arm towards your shoulder, raising goosebumps all over your body. His touch is enchanting, like he's leaving traces of yet unwritten creations behind. His warm hand lingers on your collarbone for a moment and then moves to cup your jaw with long fingers.
Right in this moment, Morpheus has the whole Universe under his fingertips. The Endless can feel your power just as much as you feel his. It's intoxicating. Addicting even. His lips part lightly and there is such craving and need behind those eyes, you feel you might return to dust under his gaze and touch at any moment.
Morpheus leans closer but not in one quick movement. He does it at such a torturous slow pace, it drives you absolutely insane.
Lips just barely hovering over each other you close the small gap with one last promise hanging from your lips: "my love," he eats it right up, inhales your words into his very being and leaves both of you starstruck. A melodic deep hum fills your mouth while your lips move against each other in a practiced dance.
Morpheus can almost taste the sweetness of the Universe on your lips. He kisses you like you have poetry and addiction in your bones, as if he is starved of your very being and will not survive without you at his side. The hand on your lower back is gripping and pressing you more tightly against him now and yet he has to pull away at last, his lips even more plump and pink than before.
His eyes glisten as he's looking into yours and you're not sure what exactly he's thinking of.
The corners of his mouth turn up once more, eyes even more droopy looking. He's nostalgic, part of him scared, terrified even of ever losing you.
"My muse."
His voice is raspy, that low hum ever present and you wish you could hide him from the world for forever.
"Only you, only ever you," he follows softly and it's said like a statement with the whisper of a vow behind it.
Next thing you know, his lips press against your forehead and linger just a second longer before he pulls you into him, wrapping his coat around the two of you. He still doesn't think you can ever be close enough to him, but this comes pretty close.
Artists would create for a love so deadly.
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Hi!! Can I please request a Soulmate!Morpheus x mutant!fem!reader where the reader has the ability to enter and manipulate dreams? I just feel like they’d be sooo cute together and Y/n would feel so at home in the Dreaming (more than she ever did in the waking world), and she’d fit in perfectly as his Queen🥹💜
Pretender
"You are not a dream, and yet you dare meddle with mine." "I didn't mean to!"
Dream of the Endless x Reader | 1k+ | cw: gender neutral!reader, petty sulky eldritch lord!Dream, fluff, it's low key giving enemies to lovers, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: I'm in a writing dissonance and I'm hoping writing this will get me out of it 🥲 my lovely @kpopgirlbtssvt, I hope you like it 🫶 it took me quite a while to get anything written but here it is!!!!
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @shadow-pancake9
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"Here you go," I hand the old woman a cup of tea and milk. She reaches her veiny, wrinkled hand towards the saucer and takes a sip of the tea with a smile.
I sit on the side of her bed and smile back at her.
"Oh, thank you terribly, dearie," she huffs and slowly places the teacup on her bedside table. She then grabs my hands and grasps them frimly.
The warmth of her grip squeezes at my heart. I squeeze her hands back, "now, what would you like to dream about tonight?"
"Oh, I'd like to kiss my Reginald and my children all-night long."
"Then you shall," I lean in and nod, "you will dream about your Reginald and your children."
She chuckles, then yawns, "oh, I do hope we're rich in my dreams. I so terribly wished to buy them pretty clothes, but I just could not afford it, you know."
I nod and rub her hands, "you will this time."
The old lady smiles and sinks into her pillow. I tuck her in and close her light.
She watches me stand before closing her eyes, "thank you kindly, sweet child."
I make sure to leave her apartment as quiet as a mouse.
I release a sigh and go into my room, just next door. I open the lights and head to my kitchen. I open the fridge and rummage through the items which were slowly molding away.
I grab the box of cereal and shove my hand in. I stuff my face with sweet pebbles and close the door. My soul nearly leaves me when I see the shadowy figure behind me.
I shriek and turn away, clutching the cereal tightly in my hand.
"𝕸𝖊𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖗," the voice echoes across the room.
I whine and curl into the foot of my refrigerator.
I can feel the presence move closer towards me. The deep baritone brings a chill down my spine, "𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗."
Shakily, I ask, "who are you?"
"𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕," he echoes, "and you are an insult to me."
I shudder and lift my eyes. The being is cloaked in darkness, shrouded from head to toe, and yet there was an inexplicable glow in his black eyes.
"Who are you to decide what one should and shouldn't see in their sleep? Who are you to command 𝖒𝖞 dreams and warp them to your liking? You are no Dream Maker. You are speck in the universe, mortal."
"The Endless Dream," I mutter, "I- I- I know you... I've studied you all my life." I maneuver on my knees, "I- I was born with the power to manipulate dreams. I mean you no insult, I just-"
At this point, my whole room is engulfed in darkness.
"Please," I shake my head, "I'm sorry."
A moment passes, then in a blink, as if it never was, my room is the same as it was before.
𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉.
Needless to say, I was shaken to the core.
Which is kind of odd... considering the fact I was face to face with him again, and felt... enamoured?
The Eternal Dream had his back turned to me as he went through a table of books. He turns slightly, profile coming into view as he flipped through a book.
My heart races at the sight of his face. No longer was he covered in darkness, he was now molded with beauty. My heightened pulse was not born of fear, no... it was something of-
"- love."
Dream looks over his shoulder. His eyes widen at the sight of me, then darken in equal measure.
"Lord! I mean my lord!"
"How have you come here-" he mutters in shock before his voice drops an octave, "𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗."
I shirk, "... I went to sleep... and thought of you."
"𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖒 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖚𝖑𝖙-"
I turn away and close my eyes, handing him something.
"... is that supposed to impress me?"
I look back at him then down to the bouquet of flowers in my hand. I feel nervous as I explain, "no. I just- it felt right-"
"There is nothing right about your presence-"
I silence him. In a blink of an eye, he and I are now sitting on a table set with tea and treats in the middle of a garden. He looks enchanting in this setting. My stomach is filled with butterflies. An actual butterfly flutters by. I lean on the table and mutter, "I feel the exact way... but opposite."
Dream looks around the lush gardens and grunts, "you dare teleport me in my own domain?"
I tense when he says this, "fuck-" I straighten up, "-force of habit."
"You are not a dream, and yet you dare meddle with mine."
"I didn't mean to!"
"𝕰𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍," his voice echoes, and suddenly we are both standing in darkness.
Actually, only I am standing in darkness. My pulse begins to quicken all over again.
"Dream?" I call out in panic, but the void eats up my sound.
I resist the urge at first, the urge to morph the matter into what I want it to be, but the quickened thump in my chest practically yells out to be free of this darkness.
And so I think. I think hard. I think hard about making a hole out of the darkness that I physically pry out an opening and enter through it. Once I'm out, I find myself in a throne room. Something clanks on the floor.
I look around for a moment, in awe, then turn to whatever it was that fell.
"You got out," a voice speaks in disbelief as I pick the object on the floor.
I look up and see Dream's looming figure. He walks over to me with a skeptical expression.
I blink and steal a glance at what I picked up before handing it to him, "I... think you dropped this."
He looks at my outstretched palm. He looks at the gemstone and looks back at me.
I feel incredibly self-conscious at his prolonged stare.
"Do you know what that is?"
I inspect the stone and shrug, "a... weird shaped diamond?"
"It is a heart of a soul star," he mutters, "half of it."
"Oh..." I lower my arm because it started to tire, "did you lose the other?"
"In a word... many aeons ago," he brings his hand into his breast pocket, "but no longer."
Dream shows me an identical looking stone and my mouth parts at the sight of it.
"It seems you are not a pretender," he sighs, "but the half of my soul. My missing soulmate."
"W-what?"
Dream looks over his shoulder, "Merv. You don't have to continue making that dungeon room."
A scarecrow with a large, orange pumpkin head pulls out the cigar in his lips, "but I already started! The torture chamber and everything!"
"Dungeon room?!"
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barbiedragon · 9 months
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Can I request some Dream fluff where he turns into a kitty and let’s you hold him when you’re stressed 🥹👉👈
Brb I'm crying over this 🥺
WC: 700
*comments/reblogs are appreciated
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You were touched with gentle despair as if caught in a silent wave while you slowly waited for it to pull you under—a welcome relief from the sorrow that consumed you. Even your dreams which used to be vibrant, abstract paintings of beauty filled with warmth had turned to dull, gray lands of vastness.  Morpheus sensed the change and wondered if his siblings were meddling where they ought not to be.  They always enjoyed a good battle over a human, and knowing that he was close to you, well, the victory would be all the sweeter.  After a few sharp words (threats) with Despair (and Desire to cease cheering from the sidelines), he made his way to you.
That night, after a nice hot shower and shrouded in your favorite cotton pj’s, you lay tossing and turning, caught up in a nightmare of crashing tides.  The frothy white of the angry water burned your lungs as you swirled around in a never-ending, almost comical, yet terrifying funnel.  You stretched your fingers overhead until they ached but merely splayed against the water.  There was no traction, nothing to grab hold of, and finally, you succumbed to being taken under. It was time to accept your looming fate.
A muffled scream spilled forth, shrill and sharp as the current threatened to take you under, until you heard the words that echoed through your graphic nightmare.  A heavy voice, deep and commanding:
This dream is over
You jolted awake, covered in a thin layer of sweat, with your pillow hugged tightly against your body.  Your breathing was erratic, heart pounding away in your chest as you tried to calm yourself down.  You went still when you heard a soft, throaty purr.  You slowly rolled onto your side to find yourself face to face with a black cat.  It had the most stunning eyes of green, an almost haunting shade of emerald.  Slowly you reached out to stroke underneath the cat’s chin.  Their eyes shut as an even deeper purr vibrated through its body. You had always loved cats, had grown up surrounded by them, and they brought you an overwhelming sense of comfort.
“I don’t know where you came from, but I’m grateful for your company.  I was having one hell of a nightmare,” you murmured; then you spotted the open window, the gauzy cream curtain blowing in the gentle night breeze.  Ah.
The cat peeked one eye open, cocking its head before making an almost hmmmmph noise as if asking what had occurred.  You chuckled before slowly sitting up, tucking the pillow behind your back.  You patted your lap, and the cat seemed all too happy to leap at the invitation. The midnight cat kneaded your cotton clad thigh, making biscuits before curling into a contented, furry ball.  It was completely unbeknownst to you that this was Morpheus - a man…err being, perhaps a god(?); you were still unclear on the logistics of it all- in animal form.  As your fingers gave gentle scritches behind the cat’s ears, you began to tell the stories of your nightmares that invaded your once serene dreamscape.
The comforting warmth and vibrating purrs were enough to soothe your nerves as you delicately covered up a yawn while the heavy feeling of sleep overtook you.  The cat lifted their head, pointed ears alert and green eyes filled with curiosity as Dream watched you drift off, giving in to the Sandman.  You remembered the soft feeling of plush paws pressing against your chest before you swirled into dreamland.  The beautiful colors seeped through the gray, bleeding and bursting into evocative crimsons, cerulean, and golds this time. Morpheus stood before you, his black clothing billowing in the breeze that swirled through your dreams.
“It's good to see you happy again,” he whispered, arms outstretched as you ran into them before looping your arms around his neck.
“I guess I just needed help chasing them away.”  The bright, buttery sun bathed you both in warmth.
Upon waking in the morning, the cat’s black fur was now replaced with the dark silken strands of Morpheus’s hair, which were threaded between your fingers.  A giggle spilled from your lips while you adjusted the blankets to cover him up.
“I should have known it was you,” you whispered, gently hugging him close to you.
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cherrynwinesk · 9 months
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Dream team headcanon's
Girlfriend with period
⚠️ : Fluff with a bit suggestive / nsfw, discomfort, teasing
Gender: female reader
🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear
Master list
Dream
• You wouldn't need to tell him, he realized as soon as he saw how everything around you irritated you.
•"Oh honey, you have your period right?" And you go from upset to embarrassed
•he would send you to bed immediately to rest
•If you need to get up, he would carry you like a princess and take you by the waist so you don't have to make too much effort.
•Gives you George's cookies so you can eat something while he's away
•he would ask you if you have enough sanitary pads or tampons
• If you don't have one, he immediately grabs his car keys and goes shopping for you.
•He would return with chocolate, cupcakes, medicine and more sweets to make you feel better
• He probably forgot the pads/tampons and remembered it while he was walking through the parking lot
•He buy a heat pack for the cramps in your belly
• He would give you everything buy and he would stand there waiting like a puppy for you to invite him to bed next to you.
• He would put his big hands on your belly with the intention of calming the pain
• I would tell you random things to make you forget about the discomforts
•You laughed very hard and you felt how the blood went down
•"I won't tell any more jokes I'm sorry"
• Movies or YouTube videos to pass the time
• You fell asleep with your head on his chest and he combed your hair.
•Maybe you are one of the girls who feels a little horny during your period and Dream knows it, but he would wait for you to ask him or take the first step
•He would let you know that if you want to do it he would not refuse and he would make you feel very comfortable.
•Once you mentioned it, he would offer to use his mouth without any fear of taste you
George
•Probably the period came without warning, your pants are slightly stained on your butt
• George is not prudent at all, he would try as hard as he could to see your ass stained while you fight not to look at him walking backwards because you would be embarrassed
• In the end he won, and in JOKE he would be upset saying something like "disgusting"
•You know it's a joke and he does it to annoy you, actually the last thing George would feel for you would be disgust, but seeing that you were embarrassed by it he wanted to annoy you
• You know it's a joke, but you're there at his house, with stained light-colored pants, you don't have a tampon or sanitary pad on, you were colicky, and you weren't in the mood for jokes.
• he would apologize and tell you that he is joking as soon as he saw you roll your eyes in annoyance
• After apologizing many times, he would let you into his shower.
•He gave you his clothes, any black shirt and some black shorts, all in a dark color in case there is another accident again, it won't be noticeable like the last time
•It was not necessary to go out and buy pads / tampons because you had some in your bag
• George gives you some of his food, cookies or he would sacrifice one of his favorite chocolates that Dream gave him for Christmas just for you.
•he'd get medicine for your headaches and your belly and he would put them on the table in front of you together with a glass of water
•He would order your favorite food at home
•Harry Potter marathon maybe
•He would give you your space and more knowing that he made you angry a while ago
•But you only want him close so you stay curled up on the couch watching the movies
•You'd both fall asleep for a long time
• He knows that sometimes your period upsets your hormones and sometimes you were horny but he learned not to push you and ask him to.
•He wouldn't touch you for fear of hurting you since your body becomes very sensitive on these dates of the month
•It wouldn't bother him at all to "stain his sword with blood"
• But he doesn't make any movements so as not to make you feel uncomfortable
•He would only get up from the back of the chair to take your jaw and kiss you slowly, he would increase the intensity of the kiss and go down to your neck
•He does it with the intention that you ask him to touch you
Sapnap
•Sapnap would notice if you complain about colic
• You would be sitting in his chair and the pain in your belly would come suddenly, you would immediately put your hands on your belly and complain about the pain.
•He would prepare you some chamomile tea
• he would cook you anything you wanted to eat and wouldn't let you help him so you wouldn't force yourself
• he would get you pads or tampons
•He would send a message to his mother to ask what medication to take in case of colic
•He would rub your belly to try to reduce the pain
• He would offer to give you a massage on your back and waist.
•He would lay you on his chest so you can sleep
•He would massage to the sides of your head to try to reduce the headache
•He would treat you as if you were a baby, he would speak to you low and very sweet
• Caress your thighs sweetly once you're comfortable
•He knows that sometimes you feel a little horny, so after your nap and you feel better, he would offer to massage your breasts with the excuse "baby's are sensitive, let me take care of it."
• Once he hugs you from behind with both hands on your breasts he would start doing it "innocently"
•he would start kissing your neck and just say things like "an orgasm can help the cramps" "you'll feel better" "I promise I'll be gentle so I don't hurt you"
•It convinces you and he was right, he help reduce your pain
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kumezyzo · 8 months
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hihi! it’s national gf day & i was wondering if you had some headcanons on how the dteam would spend it! :)) -🐼
this is so incredibly late... im so sorry 😭😭
okay, enjoy! or dont... :) m.list
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bf!dream posts you on all his social medias. all the people see his instagram and snapchat stories are too many pictures of you two and just you.
bf!dream who quite literally doesnt care if people have to tap through 20+ pictures and videos.
bf!dream who tweets out 'sorry losers! happy girlfriend day @yn #powercouple #gfday'
bf!dream who jokes about 'dicking you down' but actually ends up doing it...
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bf!george who just tweets out "happy gf day :)" with a picture of you two in headbands and face masks.
bf!george who buys you chocolate and snacks to lay around with you.
bf!george who lowkey doesnt know if its an important enough holiday to go all out for. so he doesnt and when/if peolle call him on it, he kinda feels bad.
to make up for it, bf!george holds you down and smothers you with kisses.
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bf!sapnap who doesnt realize its national gf day. he only realizes he sees people posting about it. he lowkey thinks its a joke
bf!sapnap who kisses you as soon as he sees you once he finds out its not a joke.
bf!sapnap who doesnt want to do anything extra but buys you dinner that night.
bf!sapnap who fucks you all giggly, making jokes the entire time, saying shit like "you deserve it bbg"
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this is so late. anyway. thats it. -nony
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amor-brooklynn · 1 year
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im kind of bored and i miss you guys so here are some hcs :)
[cw: all fluff and cute stuffs, jus mainly what it would be like to date some of the dsmp boys]
edit: I removed dream due to the true allegations against him.
george &lt;3-
•likes to tease and mess with you a lot
•lots and lots of play fighting
•george is a tired person most of the time, but wont hesitate to play games with you late at night
•he likes to cook breakfast and dinner with you rather than just you cooking by yourself
•type of guy to come up behind you and hug you without saying anything,
“ah- jeez, george you scared me,” you would huff at him “do you need something?”
He would just groan, and nuzzle his face into your neck.
•stays like that for a while, and refuses to let you walk away until hes done hugging you
•george is an awkward person and doesnt know how to show love very well
•however, he likes to buy you small things like flowers or chocolates on occasion.
•likes to hold your hand a lot (idk i just feel like that would be something he would do)
•its almost impossible for you to annoy him
•if you tried to by being obnoxious or just messing with him a lot, he would just roll his eyes with a smug smile on his face, amused at your poor attempts to annoy him
•late night walks with you>>
•isnt the type of person to really tell someone off if theyre flirting with you or looking at you wrong, instead he’ll glare at them from afar (his glare is mean, trust me) he doesnt wanna seem like a jealous boyfriend even though he really is
•or… he’ll just take you away without a word.
•gets attached easily and is always by your side unless hes streaming or out doing something
•basically just a really caring boyfriend and loves you so much to the point it pretty eats him from the inside out
•you’re constantly on his mind <3
sapnap &lt;;3-
•hyper boyfriend
•always telling you how pretty you are 24/7
•adores your laugh and loves to hear it
•i feel like sapnap has low confidence when it comes to relationships so he needs to be reassured sometimes
•now, in some situations he really is big and tough, but in other situations he’s the biggest baby on earth (in a good way ofc)
•his favorite thing is just to be acknowledged by you. As long as you know he’s there and exists, hes pretty much okay
•he has a lot of trouble talking to you about his problems
•you would be a little housewife and he adores that
• “BABY! I love you!!” Out of no where.
•the most giggly boyfriend EVER.
•gets so flustered easily, even when you do the smallest things like give him a kiss on the cheek
•he likes to take showers with you and talk about his day while washing your hair
•will put you on his lap while hes gaming and wont let you get up until hes done with his game,
“babe, i need to cook dinner, let me up.”
“noooooo, just a little longer? Please?” he would beg, and you would end up giving in.
“fine, 10 more minutes and then you gotta let me up!”
“20 minutes.”
sigh
•CLINGY!
•wants to know where you’re going if you’re getting ready to leave somewhere, and wants you to bring him along (or vice versa, he’ll take you everywhere with him)
•now sapnap is definitely more of a speaker when it comes to dudes touching or flirting with you,
Literally will walk up beside you and pull you closer to him by the waist,
“hey dickhead, why don’t you find someone else’s girlfriend to hit on?”
•if it gets to the point where the guy who was flirting with you just wont back off or is being snarky to sap, it might get physical.
•then asks you a lot of questions,
“are you okay? What was he saying to you? Did he touch you at all?”
“sap… im fine! Calm down, love.”
•chaotic troublemaker
•if its a snowy day, he will sneak up behind you and probably stuff snow down your shirt
•snowball fights (he would go easy on you and let you win)
•literally so thoughtful, hes always asking you if you need or want anything when hes going out to the store
•even if you say no hes gonna come back with your favorite candy or flowers
•lots of cuddles and movie nights
•competitive bf, and DEFINITELY will destroy you in Valorant (goes easy on you for your first few games)
•the silent rager
•if you actually keep beating him he will get a bit frustrated and just sit there with a straight face in silence (when really hes yelling in his head)
•admires you a lot. Like, a lot a lot. <3
(i know sapnaps was long i just love him sm)
I know this only included the dteam but if i feel up to it i’ll make another one inluding karl, punz, and/or quackity
just a reminder that i miss you guys a lot, and i hope you all had an amazing christmas and happy new year. <3
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silversweetpea · 1 year
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A Promise Made
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word count: 1543
Summary: It dawns on him, in that moment, that you are much more fragile than he had expected. And equally so that this revelation unsettles him.
Warnings: Offscreen injury mentions, Reader gets lightheaded and slightly dizzy from blood loss. 
Author’s Note: It is four am and I would like to imagine a bit of a protective situation as a bedtime story thanks. Also I’m not sure how I feel about this writing because I’m worried that the style is too similar to other writings i’ve done but again, it’s four am, I don’t know if I can trust my own opinions here. 
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Dream was a difficult man shaped amalgamation to read, but that never stopped you from trying. Telling the difference between jaw clench of amusement and jaw clench of anger never got easier in the months since Johanna had called in an old favor for some help and you had met him, but you had  a feeling you knew what emotion it was that darkened his gaze in this moment.
“I’m fine.” You said again, and you had to commend yourself on keeping the shake from your voice. The nightmare hadn’t seriously hurt you, part of you wondered if it would have though had Dream not found you when he did. Splitting up had seemed like a good idea at the time, it had made more sense to cover more ground, ask more people who they may or may not know the locations of. Even nightmares had friends, after all. 
Dream hadn’t moved an inch in the chair beside your bed since you woke swaddle in the comforters. You didn’t know the details of what had happened after you passed out, there was just a vague memory of fear and then safety. 
“Dream-” His gaze didn’t move from the bandages across your chest. A precaution, nothing more, but the wrappings were large enough to peek up under the collar of your shirt. There was a thought that maybe he hadn’t heard you that was gone as quick as it came when he spoke.
“When you are healed, I will have Mathew escort you home. Your assistance is no longer required.” The safety you had felt was a distant memory replaced with a chill.
“Excuse me?”
“I will find the rogue nightmare on my own.” Dream stood, eyes snapping shut. There was something in his features, or maybe the way that he held himself, that made your entire being bristle.
“The whole reason you asked Johanna for help was because you couldn’t.” Your body ached ever so slightly as you forced yourself into a sitting position. The sound of the bed creaking seemed to startle him, those eyes you had such complicated feelings for finally meeting yours. “This is ridiculous I’ve been more than helpful in this whole ordeal and you’re going to just send me home because of a scratch?”
“(y/n),” He took a step closer to the bed, hand reaching up as if to usher you back down to rest. A motion that never quite finished as his hand hovered in the space between you. It took you only another second to force yourself to your feet and enter his personal space.
“No, I want to see this through. I told you I would help and I’m going to.” You had never thought of the king of dreams and nightmares as a particularly intimidating person. Sure, he was brooding, but in a wet cat sort of way. Tall and lanky and dark, yet never scary, not when you had seen him so gentle with his friends.
“I do not want your help, nor do I need it any longer.” The words that should sting instead make you scoff. You were nearly toe to toe with him now, the hand that had hovered so noncommittedly in the air still airborne. 
“And why’s that? Did you suddenly find her while I was passed out here?” It occurred to you for the first time that Dream was taller than he had ever been. He seemed to tower over you. It was harder to ignore the chill you felt this time than when you had been wrapped in blankets. “Or maybe the asshole that tried to kill me had a bit more information than I thought and you know exactly where she is now?”
“This is not up for discussion.” His narrowed gaze draws out a scoff. 
“You’re being ridiculous. You can choose not to work with me but I’m going to help you.” The room spins ever so slightly as you turn to leave the room. You weren’t sure where you were going to go yet but you were sure you would figure it out as you went. The library maybe? Lucienne was busy but she knew more about the kingdom than anyone right now.
You had barely made it to the door before you could feel the soft pressure of a hand around your wrist.
“It would help me more,” Dream’s voice was soft and strained. As if the things he was saying pained him to put to words. “to know that you are safe.”
The room spins slightly harder and it occurs to you that maybe the nightmare had gouged you a bit more than you thought. The turn to face him is slower than any you have ever made and behind you you can glimpse the window. It isn’t quite raining out but the sky is unnaturally dark, clouds swirling like the stars in his eyes.
“What?” You can’t remember if blood loss can cause you to mishear people. You don’t want to risk embarrassing yourself even if it’s not. 
“I could not protect you in my realm. How can I trust in my ability to do the same outside of it?” The silence feels deafening, like a creature with its own presence trying to pry the two of you apart. You try not to focus on its weight, however, instead distinctly aware of the fact that Dream is still holding your wrist. His touch is cooler than you had thought it would be but not quite unpleasant. In fact its quite the opposite. 
“And you think sending me away will keep me safer than if I stayed with a literal king of dreams and nightmares? Really?” Your voice tremors and your skin feels electric from the contact. You want to rip your hand from his grasp and take his hand in both of your own at the same time. “Do you know how many beings out there would love to catch me alone right now?”
“You will not be alone, you will have Constantine.” Dream’s voice was barely more than a whisper. You wouldn’t think his lips had moved at all had you not been watching his face so carefully. 
"You’re being an idiot,” The clouds are darker now, you hadn’t thought it possible but the sky seems to be absorbing the light that tries to warm it. 
“You need to rest.” For the first time since you met Dream seems to be genuine in asking instead of assuming you will follow through with what he says. It almost makes up for the way that his eyes flit to your point of connection and slowly releases his grasp.
“Do you promise to be here when I wake up?” The bedroom is suffocatingly small in this moment, not helped by the waves of nausea rushing over your person. 
“Why must you be so obstinate?” For what is meant to be an insult, Dream’s gaze and and tone are softer than one would expect. Or maybe not. For all the times the two of you have bickered you’re not sure you can remember ever hearing any sort of heat in his words towards you.
“Its the only way I can get you to notice me.” Usually your remark would earn you a slight smile, maybe a particularly strong exhale if Dream is particularly amused. Now though, you see only concern.
“I notice you regardless of your temperament.” You’re not even aware you’re reaching out until the man startles ever so slightly. Heaviness weighs upon your body and your grip tightens just barely. Just enough to try and pull him back from the way his thoughts visibly surround him.
“Dream,”  Blue eyes search your own but you’re not sure what he’s looking for. His height is returning to that which you’re familiar with and its strange to see. To watch him shrink and soften before you all the while holding his hand in your grasp. Even as Dream nods, a just barely there movement you’re not even sure of at first, you think that he looks better this way. Familiar is good on him. So is Kind.
It’s easier to lean into him than you had thought it would be. The hand you insist on holding begins to gently steer you both back towards the bed, his free hand circling to hover over your lower back.
“Rest, we can continue this conversation when you awaken.” You’re scared to loose contact with him in case your...whatever Dream is at this point, will slip away in a moments notice. Even as he convinces you to sit you’re not entirely convinced that he’s not just waiting for a moment to usher you back to the waking.
“Do you promise?” Its your turn to whisper as you allow him to help you back to bed. For a heart stopping moment he stands at your bedside and you think he’s leaving. 
And then, the chair is pulled closer to the bed, enough so that his knees touch the side of the mattress when he sits.
“I give you my word.” Dream’s voice is warm and soothing as hot chocolate on a winter night and from the window behind you you notice sunlight begin to filter through the window. 
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nikaizkool · 9 months
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Kissing you after you were gone for a while 🤞🤞🤞🤞
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• Dream
As soon as he sees you walk through the door he runs over to you wrapping his arms all over you, just sudden impact. It didn’t matter where he hugged he just wanted contact with his lover. His head would just stay where ever it landed until you moved, but even then he wouldn’t let go of you. Once he got his act together he’d be kissing all over your face leaving heated trails all over your face. On your forehead, cheeks, chin, ears, anywhere really. He’d pull away and ramble about how much he missed you.“Darling I’ve missed you so much, I don’t know what if so if you were gone any longer and I had to deal with nick alone.” He’d continue kissing you placing more pecks all over your face.
•George
I feel like he’d be nonchalant but also very fucking excited, if you walk up to him for a hug “no, you left me. You don’t love me. Nuh uh. Nope. Not a single hug coz you left me.” Jokingly ignores you but if you don’t do anything about it he’ll be overly clingy “what the hell. Literally come here the fuck are you doing.” He wraps his arms around your waist pulling/lifting you to the closest couch/bed trapping you in a bear hug with his arms and legs wrapped around you.
•Sapnap
Acts cool about it when George and Dream are there. “Hey Y/n I missed you.” But in private? Oh boy golden retriever mode “AHAGAGAG I MISSED YOU SO FUCKING MUCH AND I LOVE YOU THESE FUCKING IDIOTS ARE SO DUMB AND I CANT BELIEVE I MANAGED TO LIVE THAT LING WITHOUT YOU OMYGOSH” he’d cuddle you and nuzzle his head into your neck. He doesn’t care what he’s doing when you walk in, wether it’s streaming, on call, gaming he will stop rip off his headphones and pull you down into his lap and sit you there until you leave or he gets up (ofcourse with you still with him)
•Quackity
As soon as he hears the door open he drops everything (much like sapnap) streaming? “I’ll be right back chat.” On call? “I’ll be right back bbh” eating? He spits out his food and run. He’ll run up to you littering your face in little pecks (making sound effects too) ending it with a big smooch on your lips. Following you around everywhere you go, “need any help with that amor?”. When he streams he’ll nonstop talk about you. “My wife came home today, I missed her so much—chat chat chat no I’m not a simp— CHAT NO STOP— I WANNA TALK ABOUT MY WIFE MORE” while he’s arguing with chat your just sitting there in his lap with your head in his shoulder.
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writethrough · 1 year
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How to Mistakenly Summon An Ancient Being & Keep Him
(Morpheus x Female Reader)
Synopsis: You're an insomniac and have exhausted all other avenues to help you sleep except one. What happens when that one brings you the King of Dreams?
Warnings: Language (only one f*** was given), mutual pining, inability to sleep
Word Count: 3299
A/N: I'm super pumped to share this one! Though, I do think I could've upped the pining a bit more. Let me know what you think!
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Nothing you tried worked. No amount of meditation, sleepy time tea, or melatonin kept you asleep. Your doctor had prescribed you sleeping pills, which worked for a few weeks, but the drowsiness and headaches made you stop taking them.
You had been scrolling through your social media when an ad for some spirituality website popped up. All the words were a blur except “help” and “sleep.” You clicked on it before you could think about viruses. That led you through site after site. Some hawked overpriced sleeping potions that sent up all of your red flags, and others touted crystals for pleasant dreams and to ward off nightmares, but it was a ritual that caught your attention.
It was simple enough. A few herbs you already had in your kitchen, a candle, and some sigils that took you much longer to draw than they should have. All you had to do was say the words at midnight and hope your prayer would be answered. The worst that could happen was already happening to you. It's not like you could get less sleep.
When the clock ticked to 12 AM, you lit the candle and recited the spell three times.
You waited. You weren’t sure what you were waiting for—heavy eyelids, relaxation, the inability to keep your head up. However, you never expected to hear a deep voice behind you.
“You humans never change," he growled. It was more than a glare he pinned you with; it was that of a beast, ready to devour.
It happened so quickly.
He and Lucienne were in the library, combing through books when he felt a tugging from the top of his spine. It brought him back to that day over a century ago. He couldn’t let that happen again.
“Lucienne!” he called as sand swirled around him.
“My lord?” Lucienne could only watch in horror.
Before either could do anything more, he had been transported into a bedroom. A woman sat facing away from him, and all of his anger honed in on her.
He would commit atrocities sooner than sit in another cage. And you were about to discover just how far he would go.
The man before you blended into the shadows cast by the moon. He seemed to encompass everything within the darkness, but you knew he couldn’t; he was just a man—one that appeared without explanation.
You steeled yourself. Slowly rising, never taking your eyes away.
“Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here?” you asked, impressed that your voice came out relatively steady.
The man’s jaw clenched, but he stayed silent. If anything, this angered you more than frightened you.
“You need to leave before I call the police,” you said. You would call the cops regardless, but he didn’t need to know.
This made his eyes narrow.
“You wish me to leave?” he asked as if he were trying to decipher the words.
“Yeah, people typically don’t like it when strange men just pop up in their bedroom,” you snapped. Why was he looking at you like you were the crazy one?
“You summoned me, human,” he said.
You straightened, taken off guard. “I summoned you? You're out of your mind. I did not summ—” Then it clicked. The ritual. Could that be what he was talking about? You pointed to the candle. “Is this what you mean?”
He nodded slowly. His posture seemed to relax a little.
You glanced between him and your tools.
“I don’t understand,” you said. “It was just supposed to help me fall asleep. Not bring me a…what exactly are you?”
He ignored your question for one of his own. “May I see the incantation?”
You grabbed your laptop from the floor and showed him the lines. After a moment of contemplation, he exhaled a deep, exhausted breath.
“Truly, did you not know this was to summon me?”
You shook your head. “I promise. I…I just wanted to sleep.”
How were you going to do that now? And what were you going to do about the man you supposedly summoned from who knows where?
“I can help with that,” he said. “This ritual may not be what you thought, but it will do as you wished.” He leveled you with his gaze. “My name is Morpheus. I am the King of Dreams.”
You were…different, he had decided. Neither good nor bad, just something other.
You said this was an accident and that you hadn’t expected the ritual to work. Morpheus saw the desperation in your eyes—the need for a solution to a problem out of your control. Perhaps it was that familiarity that made him want to help you.
And no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, there was an instinct that told him he could trust you.
You had just summoned the fucking Sandman. You weren’t sure if you wanted to praise or curse the off-the-wall website you found the ritual on. No, you wanted to finally have a continuous eight hours of rest.
“Okay, so how does this work?” you asked, maybe a tad too excited.
“Lie on the bed and close your eyes. This will only take a moment,” he said.
In any other situation, you would react very differently, but now that Morpheus seemed to have relaxed, you felt you could trust him. At the least, you could trust him to do as he claimed. 
After taking your position, Morpheus stood over you, a small pouch in one hand as he poured it over into the other.
“Morpheus,” you said before he could continue.
He only glanced at you in response.
“I’m sorry,” you paused. “For making you come here against your will.” He was borderline hostile when he arrived, but when you explained everything, he calmed. There had to be a story there. “And thank you for this.”
His lips twitched in a blink-and-miss-it moment.
“Sweet dreams,” he said and sprinkled the sand into your eyes.
The next night, Morpheus waited for you in the Dreaming. After helping you fall asleep, he grew more curious about you. What caused your insomnia? How could a human be so honest? And what made him believe you in the first place?
Though time passed differently in the Dreaming, he knew when you should’ve been sleeping. When you didn’t come, he brushed it off as having missed you. Though that wasn’t possible.
The night after, you still had not shown. By the third night, he had a strange sense of concern. Were you alright? Have you not slept at all since you met? He was determined to find out.
It was nearly 7 PM when he knocked on your door. He thought it best not to repeat his initial arrival. His eyes narrowed when you answered, dark circles gracing your under eyes. 
“Morpheus? What are you doing here?”
He slipped past you. “You have not been sleeping.”
“Not true. I slept for a few hours,” you said, sitting on your couch and indicating the space beside you.
“Not well,” he said, following. “You haven’t visited my realm.”
You stayed quiet, pulling your cardigan tighter around you.
“Why did you not call for me?” You had the means to; if you had not been sleeping, there was no reason for you not to summon him.
“That’s not fair to you,” you said. “And I wasn’t about to bother you again, especially because it seemed to affect you.”
He was silent. You took his feelings into account even though it was to your detriment.
You were not as selfish as other humans. It made him want to help you all the more.
“Think nothing of it.” He pulled out his pouch. “You must rest. Now, lie back for me.”
You nodded, evidently not having the energy to argue.
You waited to feel the gentle taps to your eyelids the sand made. When they didn’t come, you opened your eyes only to find yourself on a cobblestone path in a village. Stands were set up with various foods, craftsmanship, and jewelry. Some merchants were human, but others were humanoid with animal features. A few had skin swirled like galaxies or solid green or even wings. It was all so vibrant, so alive.
“Welcome to the Dreaming.” Morpheus stood next to you, carefully watching your reaction.
His realm. So, he had put you to sleep.
You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face as you spotted baby dragons, of all things, playing with young children.
You laughed in disbelief. “I’d tell you to pinch me, but I know I’m dreaming.”
A hand was placed on your back as he led you forward.
“There’s much to see,” he said.
A few creatures bowed to him as you passed. And it reminded you that he was indeed a king.
“How long have you been the King of Dreams,” you asked, slipping your hands into your pockets.
“Since the beginning of time,” he said.
You stopped, as did he, and you looked him over. You shook your head slightly before moving again.
“I’m not sure if I can even fathom that,” you said, a wave of naivety washing over you.
“Do not dwell on it. It’s best not to.” He paused. “May I ask you something?”
“Of course.” You looked at him expectantly.
“How long have you had difficulty sleeping?”
You shrugged. “Feels longer than it actually is. It's like one day, my brain decided it would never turn off, not fully. I get some rest here and there, but the best sleep I’ve ever had was the night we met.”
He took a moment to think this over. What he said next shocked you.
“Then I shall put you to sleep every night."
Your eyes widened as your cheeks heated up. Did Morpheus not realize how that sounded? A being as old as time itself surely knew every way that could be taken.
“That’s-That’s really not necessary, Morpheus. I’m sure you have more important things to do than make sure I sleep.”
You thought he was going to ignore you. He seemed to do that whenever he believed it suited him. Instead, his eyes held a certain glint to them.
“You should not question the Lord of Nightmares. And in his own kingdom no less.”
Was he…teasing you? The flutter in your stomach made you believe it.
“I can’t ask you to do that,” you mumbled. “I don’t want you to waste your time on me.”
You were so focused on your shoes that you missed the passing look on his face.
“Then it is fortunate I offered,” he said softly.
You met his gaze, ready to argue, but he stopped you.
“And only I may decide what is wasteful of my own time. You, (Y/N), can never be.”
Since that night, Morpheus had given you peaceful slumbers. Weeks passed, and his visits grew longer. He arrived when you prepared dinner. Though he didn’t often eat, he was keen to assist you in preparing it. You caught him taking a dish out of the oven once without mits. He was holding the pan before you could stop him, but his features showed no sign of pain. In domestic times like these, you forgot that he wasn’t human.
He stood chopping an onion while you combined ingredients in a bowl discussing your favorite films.
“I can’t believe you haven’t seen it,” you said.
He tried to hide his smile as he slid the onions into the bowl.
“I do have a realm to oversee,” he said pointedly.
“Evidently.” You gestured to where he was, in your kitchen, clearly not in the Dreaming.
His eyes turned bright.
“Perhaps tonight you will finally meet one of my nightmares,” he said, voice dipping as if he was serious.
You tilted your head and pursed your lips in thought.
“No, I don’t think I will,” you said, setting the bowl aside.
“And why is that?”
“Because you’re too nice.” You had to lift your chin to meet his eyes.
He had always been kind to you. It wasn’t just him putting you to sleep. It was his thoughtfulness and how deeply he cared for his people.
Morpheus hadn’t told you everything that happened to him prior to your meeting, but you gathered enough to know it had nearly broken him. The fact that he let you in at all spoke volumes. You hoped he knew how much he meant to you.
You may only be human, but you’d protect him with your entire being.
He had captured your heart quickly, and you wished you weren’t obvious enough for him to see it.
Morpheus reread the page for the fourth time, and its contents still failed to penetrate. Last night he had been with you making dinner. Now, all he could think about was your smile, the way your eyes lit up, and how he wanted to hold you and keep you from every wretched thing you had encountered yesterday and since you’d met.
He closed the book and stood. You were working today, which meant you wouldn’t be home, which meant he couldn’t see you until dinner tonight.
It frustrated him. He would provide you with whatever you desired—you need only ask. It was old-fashioned, but he didn’t want to be away from you. The moment you told him he could leave, it was as if something pulled him toward you. You were special. You guided him through obstacles he thought he had overcome long ago.
You became his comfort, and he hoped he had become yours. And tonight, he would tell you as much, and hopefully, you would accept him.
You had just gotten home from possibly the longest day of your life. Every minor inconvenience had culminated in the pounding in your head. But it was finally over, and soon enough, you and Morpheus would be relaxing on the couch watching a show he should’ve seen by now.
Changing into something comfortable, you entered the kitchen to pull the dinner ingredients out when there was a tapping at your window.
Matthew waited, tilting his head in that raven way.
“Hey, Matthew,” you said, letting him in.
He flew to the back of your armchair after swooping to scoop a mouthful of gummy worms you kept in a bowl just for him. The perks of being a magical raven.
“Hey (Y/N),” he said around his food. He continued after swallowing. “The boss is running late, but he’ll be here soon.”
You nodded. Sometimes this happened. Though Morpheus’ definition of late usually meant twenty minutes or so.
“His work is much more important than cutting vegetables,” you said, taking a seat.
“You wouldn’t be saying that if you saw the look on his face,” he said. “He looked ready to cry or smite someone.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Those seem like two very opposite ends of the spectrum.”
“Not when he does it. I’m talking this full constipated gloss over his face,” Matthew said.
You let out a laugh. “Still, I can believe the smiting, but the crying? Never. Especially not over something as silly as helping me with dinner.”
“Are you kidding? He doesn’t say it, but that’s the highlight of his day! There’s always this pep in his step when he’s about to come here.” He paused. “Well, about as much pep as you can imagine him giving.”
You blushed. Was Morpheus really that excited about something so small?
Matthew had gone down a bit of a ramble, but the last thing he said snatched your attention.
“...I mean, he’s basically in love with you, so it’s no surprise.”
“Who’s in love with me?”
“Dream,” Matthew said as if you hadn’t been listening.
“No, he’s not.” You shook your head.
“Yeah, he is.”
“On what planet would an Endless love me of all people?” He was lying. He had to be. There was no way Morpheus returned your feelings.
“This one!” Matthew said, exasperated.
You weren’t sure if you could breathe or not. It felt like you were, but why couldn’t you inhale completely?
“Are you being serious?” you asked, trying to hide the hope in your voice.
“I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this,” he said softly.
You nodded. “Okay, so what do I do now?”
There was a familiar knock on your door. You both looked toward it.
“Do what’s gonna make you happy,” he said, then left out from where he came.
Okay, you could do this. It was just Morpheus. Standing outside your place, waiting for you to let him in after you found out he apparently loved you. Do you pretend not to know? Should you come out with it? You loved Matthew, but shit, you wished he didn’t talk so much.
First things first, you had to open the door.
“Morpheus.” You smiled, hopefully not too big.
“Hello (Y/N),” he said, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind him. “For you.”
You gave him a soft smile. “What’s the occasion?”
He seemed to hesitate a moment. “I simply wanted to.”
“They’re beautiful. Thank you.” You turned to the kitchen to search for a vase, hiding your widening smile.
“I sent Matthew earlier. Is he not here?” Morpheus asked, having followed you.
“Just left.” Do what’s gonna make you happy. “He actually told me something he probably shouldn’t have.”
“And that is?” He waited patiently but sensed your reluctance. “Unless I should be kept in the dark as well.”
“No,” you breathed. “No, it was kind of about you.”
He regarded you carefully. “...Has whatever he told you made you uncomfortable in my presence?”
Your eyes widened. “No! Never.” You supposed the only way to say this was to just come out with it. “He told me that you…well, he told me that you love me.”
“Oh.”
He had clearly not expected that response. And you wondered if he had ever told Matthew about his feelings or if the bird was only guessing.
“It’s true,” he said. “That’s the occasion.”
“Occasion?”
“The flowers. I was going to tell you tonight,” he said.
A thought occurred to you, and the corner of your mouth turned up.
“Then tell me,” you said, taking a step closer.
Morpheus seemed to be taken aback but recovered just as quickly. His jaw clenched, and he met your eyes.
“I love you,” he whispered. “It grows with each passing day.”
You found one of his hands with yours. His touch kept you grounded. You needed that with how it felt like you’d float away any second.
“I love you, too.” You beamed, happier than you had ever been.
His eyes were soft, and they became the slightest bit hooded.
“May I kiss you?”
Your response was to lift your chin and capture his lips with yours.
It was like you were on fire. And yet your heart somehow calmed.
This was right—his hands on your waist, yours resting on his chest. Each press of his lips reinforced everything since you met. Trust, safety, comfort, and now love.
You had to be the one to pull away for breath.
His thumb grazed your cheek as he examined your features.
How was it possible for someone to be so captivating?
You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your head in the crook of his neck.
“Not even in my wildest dreams did I think you would love me,” you said, ecstatic that you were wrong.
He hummed. “It’s fortunate that I create dreams then.”
You pulled away enough to look at him. “Very fortunate.”
He leaned down for another kiss, a slow, deep peck. It burned all the way to your toes.
“I love you,” you mumbled against his lips.
He pulled you closer, intent on showing you.
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starryeyedstories · 1 year
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Hey, how are you? Could I please request prompt 21 cuddling in the first morning light, with morpheus x reader? And if you could please tag me in your morpheus posts? Thanks babe 💗
I hope you love this! And I’ll add you to my Morpheus tag list, it’s only for one shots so you’ll have to keep an eye out for blurbs 🥰
21. cuddling in the first morning light
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When Morpheus awoke in the early morning to cold sheets and an empty bed, he knew exactly where to find you.
The walk to Fiddler’s Green was a pleasant one as the sun rose, the chill of the night fading with every step he took. As he knew you would be, you were sitting against the broad trunk of an ageless oak tree, a blanket spread across your lap and your eyes on the horizon.
“You can see the sun rising from our bedroom, you know.”
Looking up at the sound of your husband’s teasing voice, shielding your eyes with your hand, you smiled at him.
“I do know that. But it’s so beautiful from here.”
He hummed in agreement, sitting down in the dew-soaked grass beside you and accepting the corner of the blanket that you lifted for him. Your head found its home on his shoulder and he let his cheek rest atop your hair as he draped his arm around your shoulders. The distant whisper of the waterfall and the warbling of the birds in the trees had a sense of peace washing over him, made stronger by the familiar feeling of having you tucked into his side.
“This was what I missed the most when you were gone,” you whispered without taking your eyes off of the sunrise, “I still came here each morning, until the Green left the Dreaming anyway, but the sunrise never felt right without you.”
You felt his arm tighten around your shoulders.
“I did not see a sunrise for over a century,” he said quietly, “I knew that it was foolish…but part of me believed that the sun would not rise again until I could watch it with you in my arms.”
You turned your head to press your face into his shoulder; he did not speak often of his captive years and it broke your heart on the occasions that he did.
“You have me now,” you murmured, your voice muffled by his shoulder, “I swear that you will not miss another sunrise while I am living.”
“That is a bold promise.”
You could hear the smile in his voice without having to look; still, you looked, and his smile was lovelier than every sunrise you had witnessed since the beginning.
“It is one I shall keep.”
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st4rryfics · 10 months
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proposal hc's - SFW
cc!dtkq x gn!reader | cc!jschlatt x gn!reader
a/n: ok so i don't typically write for quackity bc i don't know his personality well enough outside of loud = funny but he was specifically included in this request so i am going to TRY lol pls bare with me. this is probably decently corny and poorly written i apologize
y/f/n = your full name
dream
super romantic picnic proposal at sunset <3
he holds your hand and walks you over to the nicely set table outside with a pretty floral arrangement in the center of it. he pulls your chair out for you and pushes you in gently before taking his own seat
he pulls out the food from the picnic basket and pours drinks for the two of you. there's soft music playing quietly as you both eat, drink, and enjoy each others company
at the end of dinner, he stands and kneels next to you, holding both of your hands in his as he speaks and his voice wavering ever so slightly with nervousness and excitement
"i can't imagine anyone else i'd rather spend the rest of my life with. y/f/n, will you marry me?"
when you accept he gives you the biggest hug, almost knocking you out of your chair. he buries his face into your neck and says softly "i love you so much"
george
he'd do a nice date night in and propose to you at home tbh. i can't really imagine him doing anything too crazy or extravagant
but he'd really clean and decorate and set the mood real nice with dimmed lights and some soft music in the background. he'd get dressed up and tell you to get dressed up too like you're going out but in the comfort and privacy of your own space
being a gentleman and pulling out your chair for you at a table covered in flower petals and a nice tablecloth. he'd pour you a drink before kissing you on the head and retreating to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on your meals that he cooked while you were getting ready
after dinner, he'd lead you to the living room that has balloons and flower petals scattered around with a circle of candles or tealights in the middle. he'd take your hand and guide you into the circle before kneeling down, still holding your hand.
he'd give a little speech and probably fumble over his words a bit and is obviously flustered and nervous. you can feel his hands shaking lightly :(((
"i love you... so much... and i want to spend the rest of my life with you. y/f/n, will you marry me?"
sapnap
he would propose while you guys are on a trip! i imagine him taking you guys to japan
he plans the entire vacation and throws you off a little by taking you to a lot of places that make you think he might propose but doesn't "hey how funny would it be if i just proposed right now?"
eventually he takes you to a place called the wedded rocks a little after sunrise so it's not too busy. the tide is high and there's a pleasant ocean breeze.
he takes a few pictures of you and props his phone up so you guys can get some together. "we can just record and take screenshots or something." after a few minutes of posing and taking pictures he points at the rocks so you turn his back to him. when you're looking away, he kneels down and pops the question
"i love you more than anything else in this world. will you marry me?"
gives you a big hug and with a twirl when you accept <3
karl
he would send you on a scavenger hunt!
you start at your shared apartment. he leaves the first clue on the table for you to find
it leads you to the spot where you guys first met with one of your friends waiting for you with the next hint.
"now go back to where this whole thing started!" the last one would read
upon arriving back to your apartment, the lights are off and the living room is dimly lit by candles and string lights. at your feet is the start of a trail of flower petals, leading to your boyfriend. karl is dressed nicely with a bouquet in hand, smiling and already tearing up. he hands you the flowers and kneels before giving his speech.
"you are the one i've been waiting for for my entire life. will you marry me?
him standing and holding you so tightly when you accept <3
quackity
why do i feel like he would be the type to fake propose to you multiple times before he actually does it
he would play his guitar and play either your favorite song or a song that's very meaningful to your relationship (bonus points if he sings in spanish too <3)
i imagine him setting up a gazebo at night decorated with candles, string lights, and flowers. probably a nice summer day where it's not too hot :>
he'd guide you to sit down on a bench before sitting next to you and beginning to serenade you with a sweet song
at the end of the song, he'd put his guitar down and kneel down, taking both of your hands in his before giving a long, heart-felt speech about how much you mean to him
"you're my entire world, amor. will you marry me?"
drops the serious demeanor a little bit after you accept and gets all excited and giggly
jschlatt
honestly he doesn't give me proposal vibes he gives me "hey do you want to get married?" and then going impulsively
imagine going to vegas and doing one of those drive thru weddings there,, i feel like he'd be into that
for an actual proposal though i feel like a winter day in NY would be his style. he'd plan a trip back home and show you around the city
i could picture him proposing to you at any of the "big" spots like central park or around brooklyn bridge but he'd also want to try to make it as private as possible despite being in public
"i have never loved someone as much as i love you. would you do me the honor of being my husband/wife/spouse?"
BUT i also feel like he could also just be like "marry me." and not even ask LMAO like so srs and then laughing at him and responding "that wasn't even a question!"
"well i'm not asking!"
picking you up and spinning you when you accept <3
also making a very unserious post to announce it lol
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zukikoof · 1 year
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hey love!! if your requests are open could you maybe write a dtqk x gn!reader (seperately) on how they would announce your relationship??? (reader is also a streamer/youtuber) THANKS !!!!!!! MWAH
dtqk announcing your relationship
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Reqs are always open darl 🥰 anyways yw love mwuah :]
Pronouns used: you/your
Summary: how the boys would reveal your relationship
-💐🎀🧸-
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Dream
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He’d make a video similar to his face reveal
Imagine the title being “hey, this is y/n”
and it’d start off with him smiling and all of that
Of course it would be filmed in like a vlog style with the end reveal of him and you dating
Also lets say you two streamed together b4
Fans would be saying stuff like “I FKN KNEW IT” or “HUHHHH?? FR???”
of course you two know the negativity that would come but it wouldn't break your love, it wouldn't break something so genuine
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georgie
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It would be pretty late when he reveals it
He just needs to know your the one, like the one
And he would like that line of work and life
But when he finally wants to
Geez, its his mission to find the right time
Okay so I feel like it’d be a sort of slip up kinda
Just him knowing he wants to tell the world and knowing he can at anytime
Makes him spill
It would be the both of you streaming together
Youd say something really weird or dumb or whatever
So he mumbles out “i dont know why i love this idiot”
The mic catches it.
And he ends the stream
Dw he confirms it on twitter with like a long ass paragraph
So it seems youre the lovely blend of personal or private
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sapnap
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Oh another slip up one 😕
Hes just in love your honor
Okay its the dt + you house
Living together means when someone knocks you never know who it is
So its a stream with like Punz and you just happen to knock
He ushers you to come in, thinking its like George or Dream and he’d get like content
But you thought this meant he wasnt recording or streaming
Uh so you enter saying
“Babe what d’yo want for dinner”
And he’s shocked.
Bewildered even.
Hes not angry that you just sorta revealed your relationship hes just kinda sad he didnt get to 😕
Im in love with Sapnap.
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karl
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It would be serious to him
Because he loves you and he wanted to make this thing of announcing it to the world
Like actually the world
Okay but it would be a stream
100% unfiltered
Just to talk about you and his admiration for you
So he would introduce you as “the amazing, wonderful, pretty, perfect streamer y/n”
True though
Anyways everyone would just love it because they can tell he's in love with you.
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quackity
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He definitely made it into a video because he couldn't stop shaking
He’s so nervous
And he invited you to be with him in the video after many failed solo tries
Obviously, he wants you to be apart of it now
And since its such a big step in bis life with you in it
He knows its the right decision
Especially after everyone was supportive
They love your content, they love his
Its a win-win
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Hi could you do a Morpheus x reader where the reader is krypton (like supergirl) and they are husband and wife and the reader protects him but the bad guys uses him to get to the reader and they use the green kryptonite which causes the reader to pass out and he catches the reader and carries them to their shared bedroom and waits till the reader wakes up and have a happy ending
Potato Chips
Dream of the Endless x Krypotian!Reader
Summary: "Ah, yeah. I can't seem to catch a break," I groan, "one moment I'm buying potato chips, next thing- BANG! Shot with kryptonite."
Word Count: >600
Warnings: fem!reader, wife!reader, mervyn 'i will die for y/n' pumpkinhead, nightmare!dream, protectiveness, fluff?, typos, etc.
A/N: hi nonnie i had a similar request to yours before so i did this alshfasfh and i hope you like it (: Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9
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"My love," is the first thing that my senses register when I relapse into consciousness.
I rouse with a cold sweat. I feel a hot hand on my cheek. My eyes flutter open-- or at least I feel them flutter open. I rub my eyes with my palm and release a groan.
"How are you feeling?" the voice grumbles, deep and loud. It echoes through every crook and chamber; it rings in my ears, effectively waking me up.
I open my eyes, finding I was laid in darkness. I sit up from the cushions and blink rapidly, as if willing the color and light back into my eyes. It doesn't work. But then I see something glimmering in darkness; there were specks of shimmer. Instinctively, I knew it was Dream's eyes.
I reach out to his cheek, "Dream? What's going on?"
The room vibrates when he speaks, "you were hurt."
I straighten up. Yeah, that would explain why I can't see in the dark right now.
I take a moment to think back on the events that happened prior to being submerged in this darkness. Why was it so dark anyway? Am I in the Dreaming?
And then it clicks.
"Ah, yeah. I can't seem to catch a break," I groan, "one moment I'm buying potato chips, next thing- BANG! Shot with kryptonite."
"I removed the shard from your side," he speaks tightly. I do my best to really focus on his face but it was just too dark for me to see.
"Dream, why is it so-"
CRACK! There is a loud creaking sound, followed by a voice that steps in with an orange light, "BOSS!"
A similarly orange pumpkin head draws near. The cigarette in his mouth is lit by the candle in his hand, "I finished the torture room."
"Torture room?" I mumble back.
Dream pulls his face away from me and looks at his scarecrow servant. Mervyn does not look at his master at all, even as he says, "very good."
"Wait- what tort-"
"I ordered every nightmare to have at it with the miscreant who was stupid enough to mess with our lady."
Our lady? So he- "Wait- hold on. Why is there a torture-"
Dream pulling away makes my words go dry, that, and finally seeing his form with the help of the one light in the room. I suddenly wish I hadn't looked. He rose up to the ceiling, body long, spindly, dark, matted in material I couldn't make out. He had feathers? Scales? Horns? Claws? Appendages? He was terrifying; a true nightmare, so much so, when my breath caught in my throat, I am stunned and forced to look away.
"Very good, Mervyn," his voice bellows, making a shiver run down my spine.
I feel him look at me. I cannot look back.
"My love," my Nightmare speaks, "I will return in a moment."
I can only squeak in response.
Slowly, the darkness in the room dissipates. When the light touches us again, I turn to Mervyn, who blows out his candle.
I release a sigh, "what was he?"
"What do you mean, milady?" Mervyn takes his cigarette between his fingers.
"I mean Dream! He was-" I place my hands on my head, "he was horned! And- and gooey and -"
"You mean you actually looked?" Mervyn chuckles in surprise, "wow. Love is wild. I've never once felt inclined to look at my lord when he was in nightmare form," he puffs some smoke, "don't worry. It's not for you. It's for the bozo that shot you."
I raise a finger at that, "so the torture room-"
"My best work to date," Mervyn says, "of course," he begins to walk off, "I had to work last minute and overtime," he grumbles on his way to the door, "but, I mean, at least, for once, it's not entirely irrational-" he slams the door on his way out.
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