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attackurheart88 · 2 months

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Ooo if it’s okay, can I please request a Soft Yandere Morpheus x fem!innocent!human!reader where she somehow accidentally ends up in The Dreaming and Morpheus is fully ready to let out his wrath at her intrusion, but after talking to her spending time with her, he decides he doesn’t want her to leave, ever, and intends to make her his Queen

You weren't supposed to be here.

Morpheus watched in the shadows as the woman hummed peacefully to herself weaving flowers unaware of the danger lurking behind her. As soon as Mathew alerted him to your presence, Morpheus teleported over in anger. It was only a few months since his capture and his dislike of humans had increased greatly. The dreaming was the only place where he could live peacefully without any worries or fears he would not let a human ruin it.

The birds flew away and the deer and squirrels were quick to scurry. Once Morpheus made himself known the happiness in the air dissipated. He watched as you tensed finally feeling his presence and turned.

“Who are you?” his voice wasn't raised yet it carried such force you were quick to back up. “You're not supposed to be here.” he snarled.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn't know I just sorta appeared.” Your voice was so soft and sweet. It suited you. “I didn't mean to trespass, my name is Y/n.” Morpheus stared blankly at your outstretched hand. You were being kind? Why? You were clearly afraid so why go through the trouble? Was it a trick? A way to get into his head?

A small peep drew his attention behind you. There was a bird wounded by your feet. Morpheus anger sparked up again. “You dare come into this forest and harm its inhabitants.” A sudden force flings you back into a tree.

“Ow.” you slid down painfully watching in horror as he made his way closer. “Wait, please! I didn't hurt it. It fell from a tree I was trying to rebuild its nest.” your small hands were held up as you explained. Morpheus took notice of the small scratches and cuts on your fingers.

As quickly as that anger came it lessened.

One look at your doe eyes and tender expression had Morpheus’s head running. It contained glimpses of fear but no hint of lies. You were telling the truth.

Releasing you, Morpheus took a step back and waved his hand.

The bird flew in circles now fully healed and the scars that once littered your hand vanished.

“Incredible,” you whispered. “Thank….you.” But he was gone.

Morpheus made his way back to his palace. Scouring through the books of his library for information on you. He should have banished you, threatened you, captured you. But he didn't. He couldn't. Despite the way he acted he couldn't find any fault with you. Nor did you harbor any sort of anger, hatred, or evil in you. You were too kind. The animals of Fiddler’s Green were not welcoming to strangers and would have attacked if you held bad intentions. Instead, they danced and sang to entertain you, to please you.

Why? Why were you here? Why was the dreaming so welcoming to you? Why was it he found it difficult to hurt you? Why did he feel the urge to touch you, kiss you, devour you.

Morpheus wasn’t new to the feeling of love. But the emotions inside his chest were different. They weren’t pure or sweet or gentle. They were fierce dangerous addicting. It was only a few hours since he saw you. But his mind was flooding with images of you and impure thoughts. Thought to take you to own you to take your innocence and corrupt it. Your sweet voice will be for him to hear, your soft eyes his to gaze at, and your body? His to ravage.

You were a virgin he was sure of it. He could smell it on you, innocence and purity radiating in waves just begging to be taken away.

“Lucienne.” The woman walked over. “My lord. Have you taken care of the intruder?” “Just about to.” Morpheus smiled to himself. Lucienne furrowed her brows confused.

“Prepare a room. I want it fit for a queen.”

For the next few days, Morpheus waits anxiously for your return. He's made all the proper preparations for you transitioning as his queen. A large bed, mountains of presents, and in case there are any resisting, some lovely chains to keep you still. But he's sure he won't need them for long. Soon enough you’ll learn your place and accept your new role happily. Unlike his former lovers, there will be no mistakes as you’ll never be allowed to leave his side.

Your sniffles and sobs could be heard echoing throughout the room. Morpheus is there with his arms around you. Gentle rubs on your hair as he whispers in your ear to console you.

“I-I want to go home,” you repeated for the hundredth time. Morpheus only smiled and shook his head. “This is your home, now love.” he cooed. “There is nowhere else for you to be.”

You will soon love him and depend on him for everything. Morpheus would become you're only priority as you his. Anyone who gets in the way of that, friend or foe will suffer the consequences.

As his darling, be sure to be obedient and never escape or look in another person’s direction. The consequences will be severe. You could be starved for a couple of days or perhaps be delivered the bloody head of the man who dared to talk to you.

Morpheus is passionate about his love but is equally cruel. Slowly he’ll break you down with love and punishments until you're his perfect wife where he’ll be able to love you and cherish you to his heart's content.

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sapphenaa · 9 months

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it's alright

Summary: after another sleepless night you wander into the library and end up helping a certain shadowsinger find his own slumber.

no warnings, slight bit of unrequited love

my a03

You opened your eyes, a yawn escaping your lips as you looked up at the ceiling swathed in darkness with glazed eyes. For three hours you had struggled to be overcome by the pleasant emptiness of a dreamless night. With a long sigh, you sat up and ran your hand through your hair.

Another night without rest had you dreading the day ahead, but you knew it was useless to lay in a bed that only made you shiver and spiral as you tossed and turned. As per usual, you slid out of your bed and padded down the halls to the massive library that adorned the House of Wind. Maybe the repetition of a novel would fill your eyes with sleep, although you knew not to put too much hope into it.

You opened the door as silently as possible, afraid to wake those with sharp ears. Upon your entry, the faelights flickered on softly. Their usual bright light was dimmed, as if even the house was afraid of waking up those who slumbered. You took slow steps upon the creaking wood floors until you were able to curl up on the velvet couch.

“Could you please recommend me a book?” You whispered to the House. In mere seconds a book was placed on the side table and you reached for it, admiring the cover before flipping it open to the first page. As you indulged in the novel, you failed to hear the door squeak open until a certain Shadowsinger was standing in front of you with mussed hair and a glazed look in his eyes, similar to your own. You placed a marker in your book and smiled gently as you closed the cover.

“Azriel, I’m sorry, did I wake you?” He shook his head in answer to your question, his shadows swirling lazily around him. “Couldn’t sleep as well, then?” Azriel nodded this time, glancing at the unoccupied spot beside you on the couch. You tilted your head to it before patting the surface, a silent response to his own unasked question.

He took his seat and pulled out his own book, seemingly out of nowhere. As you reopened your novel, intending to take in the words once more, your mind decided to unfocus on the lines and instead hone in on Azriel’s woody scent.

The two of you had been dancing around each other ever since you took up refuge at the House of Wind. With your little town in tatters after Amarantha’s reign and as an old friend of Rhys, you immediately sought out his company and, albeit, his kindness. He took you in instantly and you were back to unrelentingly pining after Azriel, as you had for centuries. At this point, you knew your feelings weren’t reciprocated; he had always had an eye for another. Though you tried to get over your little crush again and again, you always appeared unsuccessful, and being in close distance to the Shadowsinger made it that much harder to hide.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” Azriel’s gruff voice tore you out of your reverie. You blinked the fog back and glanced at him silently with a shrug.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” You threw back at him, unwilling to be vulnerable because you knew that even soft spoken words would not drown out the noise of a burning town and helpless screams.

“Too wound up,” he responded, though you knew that he didn’t speak the full truth. He was riding the line of truth and lie, as he always had with you–as you always had with him. It was how the two of you worked; never fully open, never willing to give way to the thoughts that troubled you both.

“How was the mission?” You asked, changing the subject. You weren’t quite ready for his voice to stop gracing your ears, even though his replies were always short-lived.

“Illyrians, as usual. Not letting the girls reach their full potential.” With a solemn nod, you set your book down in your lap.

“Not surprising, but they’ll change with time.” He grunted a response, setting his own book down as well and opting to stare straight forward. You admired his profile for a moment before averting your gaze down to your lap as your fingers fiddled with a frayed thread on your sweater.

“How do you get it to stop?” He suddenly asked, causing your hands to still and your eyes to snap back up to his. His gaze was already on you, deep, brooding pain residing in those umber irises.

“How do I get what to stop?” Azriel seemed to mull over your question for a moment before a sigh fell from his lips. Electricity tingled in your fingers as suspense shot through you. For the first time in what felt like forever, you could tell the conversation was heading deeper than either of you usually decided to tread.

“The memories, the nightmares.” You laughed softly, not condescending him, but rather a helpless laugh that breathed through you.

“If I knew how to stop them, I wouldn’t be awake right now, Az.” You chuckled again, relishing in the silence that came between you before you decided to continue. “But sometimes, after I awake from a particularly rough dream, I can usually convince myself that I’m alright, just by uttering those two words like a hymn.” He nodded, his wings rustling behind him. You couldn’t help but stare at him as his eyebrows furrowed, as he tried to work through something in his chaotic mind.

“Your magic doesn’t help?” You shook your head as your fingers started their work on that fraying thread again, but you kept your gaze on him this time.

“It doesn’t help me, but I may be able to soothe you to sleep, if you would want.” You waited with bated breath as he mulled over your suggestion. “I don’t know if it would help you sleep through the night, but at least you would get some rest.” With one look at you he nodded and rose from his seat, his book clutched in his hand.

“Would you be willing to try tonight?” You stood with him after sliding your book off of your lap and onto the couch. Hesitantly, you reached out a hand and gestured to the doors with a miniscule smile.

“There’s no harm in trying.” Without a second thought, Azriel made his way to the doors and you followed him. As the two of you walked through the dark, winding hallways, you used the wall as your safety net and his near-silent footfalls as your navigation. When you entered his room, hazy lights greeted you, and you were encompassed in a warm embrace of pine and cedar.

His room was neatly kept, not even a spare jacket hung over the chair in the corner, all of his shoes settled perfectly into a rack by his door. There were few knick-knacks lining the shelves of his walls, but somehow the bareness of it all still kept the space cozy. Even the papers on his desk were stacked without a page out of order.

Once you stopped admiring his room, you turned your eyes back to him, only to find his hazel ones already on you. With a hesitant smile, you nodded to his bed. “Lay down, Az. Let’s try and get you at least an ounce of restful sleep tonight.” You thought you saw his lips curve up into a smile, but he turned before you could recognize it as something other than your imagination. He laid down and gracefully pulled the covers over his muscled body, his eyes once again turning back to your figure. You carefully made your way to his bed and sat down at the edge, your hips almost touching as you leaned to place your hand over his head.

“Close your eyes.” He did as you said, and you closed your eyes as well. You felt magic in your veins as you focused it on him, a golden glow encasing your hands. Silently, you asked for entry behind the walls he held so firmly in his mind. Within seconds a hole appeared and you reached in, greeted by swirling black and anxious thoughts that you gently pushed to the side. His body seemed to release the tenseness that he always held whilst you put his unending thoughts to sleep inside his head. You felt him slip into the precipice of darkness.

“It’s alright,” you muttered under your breath, so low that you barely heard your own voice. His fingers curled around your wrist before falling limp, his breathing slowed, eyes fluttering beneath shut eyelids. By then you pulled your magic out and opened your eyes, watching as the golden glow around your hands faded into nothingness.

You stayed for a moment and admired how the harsh features on his scowling face had dimmed, how his lips parted, letting gentle breaths puff out into the open air. His fingers now lay atop your hand and you barely restrained the itch to turn your hand and interlace your fingers together. With a sad smile, you gently removed your hand and stood from the bed, glancing at him one last time before you left his room, the lights winking out as you shut the door.

“It’s alright,” you said to yourself this time, allowing a shaky breath to pass your lips before making your way back to the library. “It’s alright.” Even with the repeated words, you couldn’t stop the slight race in your heart at his presence, at his touch, his scent. That moment where he grabbed your wrist replayed over and over in your mind, and no amount of ‘it’s alright’s’ would release the memory from its endless loop.

You were in the palm of his hand and he didn’t know. He would never know how close he was to holding your heart, to making you blush, to soothing your soul.

“It’s alright,” you spoke again and let the melancholy touch of your words bring you to slumber upon the velvet couch in the library.

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